#but it’s also intriguing to me that the old slightly fucked up in the head Daniel peaks through from time to time

[rickybaby]

Ricciardo asked Hulkenberg: ‘Was I a prick?’

[lucidfairies]

science class [e.w]

pairing: loser!ellie x cheerleader!reader

summary: when a new cheerleader arrives at ellie's college, face all dolled up and skirt-clad hips swaying, she all but wants to die.

warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, poc friendly, smoking, bottom!ellie, dom!fem!reader, tribbing, cunnilingus, nipple play, sorta thigh riding, overstim ‼️, ellie comes like five times

wc: 3.6k

top notes: I like accidentally made ellie sort of autistic but it's not my fault okay. also when I was writing this I was thinking abt how if this was a novel the reader would be black but I'm white so idk if I can like write that without like getting something wrong but sorry anyway

sometimes ellie wished she was blind. she wished that she couldn't see pretty girls, because maybe then she wouldn't fall in love with everybody. especially you.

she was two weeks into her sophomore year of college when you showed up. immediately blinded by your beauty, she almost tripped down the hallway as you walked past, in a short little skirt, and a white shirt. your ponytail flicked as you walked by, meeting up with someone you knew already.

she knew she was fucked.

when she arrived at her class, she was astounded to see that you were sitting in the seat next to hers, chewing gum and typing on your computer with cute blue light glasses on. like it was nothing. like her world wasn't crashing down in front of her.

standing in the corner of the lecture room, she debated moving seats. there were plenty of open ones, but you chose the one next to her? how was she supposed to survive this class with a pretty girl next to her, observing everything she does?

the answer is, she wasn't going to.

she was simply going to perish from the sight of you, from being in your presence, because she certainly didn't deserve to be and-

"ellie, would you please sit down? you're creeping me out." her teacher said, and she shifted nervously, then sped to her seat with her gaze trained at the floor. "okay, let's dive in, shall we?"

and the lecture continued. like you weren't right there. she couldn't understand why everyone in the world wasn't looking at you right now, absolutely entrancing, the way you took cute aesthetic notes and reapplied your shiny clear lip gloss.

"ellie?" you said, hoping she truly answered to that. she turned, meeting your eyes with a nervous smile and rosey red cheeks. "hi. I'm y/n. I just wanted to tell you that I like your sweatshirt."

it was a ratty old thing that joel had given her years ago, with a faded queens logo and a hole in the armpit that she had to sew back together every time she washed the poor hoodie.

"it's nice to meet you," she said quietly, tucking back a piece of hair that had fallen into her face. she realized how strange she must've looked and stopped quickly, "my dad gave it to me when I was like 11. I've had it forever."

you giggled. you just fucking.. giggled. "you aren't one of those people who just wears it because it's cool though, right?" ellie shook her head violently.

"no, I love their music. I wish I was born in the eightees so I could've listened to them live and.. yeah. I really like them." she turned away from you ever so slightly, nervously over talking and terrified that she was embarrassing herself.

"hey, you're good. I wish I was too. my favorite song is probably back chat, but keep yourself alive is a close second. how about you?" and you let this loser girl next to you talk. and talk. and talk.

ellie didn't know that you were intrigued by her demeanor in every way. from the stickers on her lap top to the patches on her backpack, every detail about her you noticed. you observed the way she warmed up to people and let you strike up a conversation with her about anything once you knew her. and it was... cute. really fucking adorable.

ellie's life only got a million times harder after that. to add to her series of neverending death sentences, she now had to see you in your perfect makeup and effortless outfits everyday. instead of just showing up to class, you insisted on talking to ellie. about everything. cheer, your friends, some dude that was hitting on you.

and on top of that? she saw you in the hallways, or on campus and you smiled. waved, even. some days you even talked to her. in public. you weren't afraid to be friends with her. and though she had jesse and dina, she still had very little social experience, and you were like a breath of fresh air.

on a chilly wednesday afternoon, ellie was walking to the building that your class had been in, and caught a glance of some other lesbian couple on campus. that settled it. she was going to ask for your number today, it wasn't like she was proposing marriage. just something simple. easy.

"can I have your number?" she interrupted you mid-sentence. and you smiled. of course you fucking smiled. she prepared herself for the notorious rejection, after hearing rumors of you rejecting everyone that came up to you and asked for your socials we. she wasn't just anyone, though.

"duh, you only took forever to ask." ellie was frozen in place. had you wanted her to ask? couldn't you have asked for hers? but before she could overthink too much, you were shoving your phone in her face and ellie was putting her number in. "anyway, as I was saying.."

ellie tuned out what you were saying, purely by accident. there were too many big events going on in her life for her poor brain to handle. the love of her life just agreed to give her their number, and she was plotting her route to dina's dorm as quickly as possible to tell her everything.

"holy shit dina," she huffed, running her hands through her hair. "I asked for her number so she gave it to me, and we talked! dina, we talked. about things. I already have our life planned out. we're gonna have two kids and a dog, she'll be a stay at home mom, because I'll do everything for her. I would kill for this girl, dina." dina was unimpressed.

"you are such a loser, els. has anyone told you that before?" she wasn't a loser, she was just incredibly and obsessively in love with you. ellie rolled her eyes. "I say make a move. you never know what could come of it."

"I can't," she sighed, trying to find words. "I can't just make a move, what if she doesn't like me? what if she thinks I'm weird?" she frowned.

"you are weird. if she doesn't like you like that, then fuck her. maybe start with being friends?" ellie nodded. she thought you guys were already friends, but technically you never hung out outside of class, and you hadn't really texted that much (she got your number today, but that hardly mattered).

"should I invite her to jesse's on friday?" dina rubbed the back of her neck. jesse was in a frat, one of the largest on campus that had absolutely wild parties on the weekends, which weren't exactly the best place for first dates. but to ellie... smoking and drinking around hot people in a random basement? amazing.

"if you think she's into that, I'm not gonna stop you." ellie was up and out of dina's apartment quickly, biking back to the dorms and planning out everything that was going to happen on friday.

- - -

in ellie's defense, she overslept. she wasn't thinking much about grabbing a jacket when she was already going to be ten minutes late, so when she stopped outside and the cool air hit her like a brick, she was less than prepared. but it hardly mattered. today was the day she was going to invite you to jesse's party, so her stupid jacket was like a blip on her radar.

"ellie, you're turning blue." you said, once ellie stumbled into her seat next to you. she was in nothing but a loose fitting tee-shirt and jeans, nothing to protect her petite figure. you hadn't noticed before how toned her arms were, but you certainly did now.

"I'm fine, it-it-it's not that cold." her teeth chattered as she stealthy tried to rub her hands over her arms to create friction.

"ellie, baby, I have an extra sweatshirt," you giggled when her eyes widened, grabbing the sweatshirt and handing it to her. "wash it and return it to me whenever." it was a bland black sweatshirt, but it matched your outfit, and you were more than happy to give it to ellie.

ellie who was most definitely going to pass out. she was probably just cold. it wasn't because she could smell your perfume on your hoodie that you just handed her. like it was nothing. she was going to fall out of her chair, onto the floor, and die.

"thanks," she pulled it over her head and sunk into it. "I'll give it back next class- what are you doing on friday?" she tried to get her thoughts straight while you looked at her with an adorable smile.

"I'm actually packing up and leaving, I dropped out," ellie's face fell, "oh ellie you're face," you laughed hard, and her expression softened. "but I'm not doing anything. why? wanna ask me out?" ellie was definitely blushing hard.

"my friend jesse is having a party at his frat on friday, do you.. do you maybe wanna go?" you tilted your head and looked away, as if you actually needed to think about it.

"hm, I guess I can fit that into my schedule." ellie released the breath she was holding and looked down at her hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"uh that's great. it's kappa alpha, at nine. I would pick you up but I don't have a car,"

"how about I pick you up? what's your dorm number?" ellie texted you all the details, and it was settled. you were going on a date. together. in two days, and you were driving. ellie was on cloud nine- not even, cloud fucking ten.

- - -

"hey els," you giggled as she opened her dorm door. "oh, you look so cute! I'm definitely stealing this from you." you pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and messed with the corner of her collar, attached to a red flannel.

"oh thanks... it's yours if you want it." you knew if you asked she wouldn't ever have you give it back, maybe even give it to you right now. she stepped out of her room and shut the door, then followed you down the hallway.

"so who's this jesse kid? I hear a lot about him." you asked, turning on the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. the frat was on the other side of campus and ellie planned on walking? laughable.

"I really don't know him that well, he's dating my friend dina. he's a big stoner, but he's not super into the party scene. just goes 'cause the frat does." her eyes were trained out the window, not because she didn't want to listen to you, but because she was insatiably nervous.

"nice, nice." you paused for a moment. "are we gonna dance together or what? gonna save me a slow dance?" the tips of ellie's ears turned red.

"because I have such a roster." she joked, rolling her eyes. she would save every dance for you.

"perfect. is jesse's weed good?" she shrugged.

"it's okay. not as good as mine, and his plug is kinda shitty. whatever, it works. we're here." you pulled the car to a stop against the curb, in awe at how many people were coming in and out of the house.

ellie desperately needed to get high. maybe then she could talk to you like a normal person, not like she was trying to brush you off. when she found jesse, he was talking to dina and brushed her off. with a groan, she turned to find some other seller.

you were talking to someone, pretending not to pay attention to ellie skittering around the house talking to people she knew. maybe she wasn't as much of a loser as you thought, or maybe she was just a stoner. one of them. either way, she kept disappearing, but when you finally found her again, she was sitting on a couch, joint hanging from her lips as she talked with some friends.

"els," you fell next to her, taking the joint out of her mouth and taking a hit. "we should play beer pong." you suggested, smiling at her the way she liked.

"we were just talking about that," dina cut in, "me and jesse will play with you guys, won't we jes?" he turned back towards the three of you, dazed and a little confused. "that's a yes." ellie was burning lasers into dina, who was standing.

one of the tables was empty, and the group immediately moved to occupy it. you took your place next to ellie, teaming up with dina who was smirking at the end of the table. "you go first," you handed ellie the small white ball.

ellie was skilled, that's for sure. she made almost every single point, which had jesse drinking until he couldn't see straight. she was trying so hard not to focus on the way your bicep brushed against hers, and the way you giggled whenever you made a point. it just wasn't fair. none of this was fair.

"I definitely won." ellie said, as you made your way back inside. "you had, like, two drinks, max. I had jesse drinking for miles." you could tell she was on something now, the way she grinned and made eye contact and jokes were far from her usual character.

"don't you owe me a dance?" your hand locked with hers as you gently pulled her in the direction of where most people were dancing. you lifted her arm and spun her, pulling her back against your front by her hips.

ellie surely wasn't breathing. she was sure that she had died from alcohol consumption, or maybe someone stabbed her, and she was dead, in heaven. or a fever dream in a coma. there was no way in hell -in hell- that you were swaying your hips against her ass, cunt so fucking close to where she desperately needed you.

"this is fun, don'tcha think, ellie?" you whispered, voice low as you guided her hips with yours. her head fell back against your shoulder, alcohol wearing off as you ground her hips against your front. "I asked you a question, darlin."

"so fun," she muttered, eyes closed as she let you bring her hips back and forth with yours to the beat of the music. "wanna go upstairs?"

"ellie williams inviting me upstairs on the first date? dirty." you giggled, pulling away from her body. she was flushed, her boxers were already wet, and she had no clue what going upstairs entailed. but she needed you regardless. "lead the way, confident." she ran her sweaty hands down the front of her jeans and led you upstairs, to an empty bedroom. it was jesse's, and he wouldn't ever know.. right?

you were pulling her face against yours before she even got a chance to tell you that she didn't know what to do. you were definitely taking the lead on this one - not that ellie objected in any sense.

you nicked her bottom lip, eliciting blood at how chapped they were. you pushed your tongue into her mouth, smiling when she moaned and pulled you in by your waist. your hands traveled, brushing against her tits from beneath her tee shirt. obviously she didn't wear a bra, she was too cool and masc for that.

"you're desperate els," you sneered when you pulled away, pulling your crop top up and over your head. "take off your shirt and pants and lay down." ellie had no thoughts in her head; just you. you telling her to strip. this definitely wasn't a fever dream.

she quickly lost her shirt and pants, leaving lanky limbs and embarrassing boxers. her nipples were perked up, waiting to be sucked and slapped, and her face was red with a never ending blush.

when she laid down, you got on top of her, pushing her legs up around your waist as you sucked hickey after hickey into her neck. she was writhing and whining, begging for you to touch her further than just your hands still placed on her thighs. just from making out and hickies she was pushing her hips into you, clit hitting the fabric of your skirt as you moved to push your thigh between her legs.

"need you so bad," she whimpered when you finally diverted your attention from her neck down her chest. you left soft kisses between her tits and around them, before taking her nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking. like a false sense of security.

her hips were coming down hard and fast against your knee as you continued to mess with her tits, pulling her nipples between your fingers and grazing them with your teeth. she was just so fucking sensitive, and she barely even smoked anything.

knowing she was getting close, you moved your knee and kissed down her sternum, leaving a trail of shiny gloss as you got to the waistband of her boxers. "oh, poor baby, you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" you ran your thumb over the wet patch of her underwear.

"nghh- for so long," she moaned as her hips rutted into your palm. "I think about y- fuck- think about you when I..when I come," her eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, knowing she was sharing far more than she needed to.

"do you now?" you teased, pulling her boxers down her pale legs. you added them to the pile of clothes and admired how absolutely drenched she was, practically leaking onto the sheets. "what do you think about, princess?" you were bringing her legs over your shoulders, looking at her expectantly.

"think about you- mh- about this," she was immediately distracted by the way you kissed her clit. "about c-cuming on your- shit shit fuck," you pressed your tongue against her clit and licked, before sucking it into your mouth and painting patterns with your tongue.

after keeping your attention directly on her clit for a few minutes, you circled her entrance with your middle finger, lubing it up before pushing it in to the first knuckle and fuck, she was tight, holding onto your finger to the point you could hardly thrust.

"ellie, you gotta relax. we can stop if you want to." she shook her head violently, unclenching her eyes and trying to breathe. her body released its tension, which made everything less tense, allowing you to push your finger the rest of the way in.

and... she came. just like that, barely a finger deep her cunt, barely doing anything.

"jesus ellie," you laughed to yourself. you didn't wait for her to finish before you started fucking your finger into her. she whined and thrashed to get away from your hand, but you added another finger and pressed down on her hip to steady her. you curled your fingers up just enough to hit that sweet spot inside of her and she almost black out.

"fuck- s'too much.. s'too much," she slurred, drunk on your fingers. the bed shook lightly against the wall at the harshness of your thrusts.

"is it really, baby?" you grinned, before taking her clit in your mouth again. her moans were practically louder than the music downstairs, and her back was arching. she attempted to get away from you, pulling her hips away, but it was no use.

tears welled in her eyes as her stomach tightened. her pussy clenched around your fingers, sucking them in deep. you pressed against her spot as she came, making her let out a broken shriek.

ellie was definitely crying now. especially when you didn't stop... again. you just kept pounding your fingers into her, adding a third. just thinking about how hard she would cum on a strap instead of your fingers had you dizzy.

her second orgasm morphed into her third before you pulled your fingers out. they were drenched in cum, which was dripping down your arm and the sheets. ellie's cheeks were puffy from crying, hips twitching as she tried to breath.

"oh sweet girl, we're not done yet." you wiped your hand on the bed and climbed off of her, stripping yourself of your remaining clothes and coming back over her, kneeling between her legs.

you pushed her leg up, straddling her for a moment. her lips were parted, breathing heavily as she waited for you to drop against her. your lips quirked up into a smirk as you pressed your cunt against hers, head falling back as your clits met.

ellie's pussy was wet, covered in cum, ready to be fucked until she couldn't say any name but yours. you thrust your hips against hers, and she was crying again, pulling and flicking her own nipples as she listened to you moan and reveled at how phenomenal your pussy felt.

she pushed her hips into yours, so you held them down, forcing her to take whatever you gave her. you came down against her pelvis hard, almost to the point where it hurt, but ellie was living for it, sobbing out your name like it was God's.

"can't come again- I can't- fuck, nnghh," you forced two fingers into ellie's mouth and she shut up, sucking them like a slut.

"yes you can." your voice changed, something deeper and more dominant ripped out of you as you got close to your orgasm. a rock in your stomach dropped, and you could feel ellie getting close as you picked up the pace, moaning at how her cunt felt.

you came at the same time, cum mixing and smearing all over both of you. ellie was still crying, back arched as she moaned over and over. you kissed her ankle softly as you came down for your high, climbing off of her after a moment and laying next to her.

"I want you to be my girlfriend," ellie croaked, voice still hoarse for all the crying. you giggled, looking over at her with a grin.

"I think I can do that."

bottom notes: this is the longest fic I've written and I actually thought I wouldn't be able to get more than 2k words.. anyway sorry about the abrupt ending I kinda wanted to be done

[lilyarchived]

behind closed doors [simon "ghost" riley]

a/n: URGH this idea literally came from a silly twitter picture, PLEASE SEND ASKS YOU CAN SEE HOW DESPERATE I AM FOR IDEAS!! Also thank you for the love on my first post, you guys are awesome!

warnings: gn! reader, reader has a breakdown, jealousy, cursing, angst (to fluff), 0.7k words.

summary: you overheard a conversation that included you, and it wasn't a positive talk.

"Ghost, please. leave me alone." you whimper as you walk away from your lieutenant just following behind you. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” he replies in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. 

You were wandering through the base, having done all the tasks Price had assigned ya. Hearing a familiar deep voice in one of the rooms, you were about to enter but a flash of hesitation hit you once you heard your name. “[mumbled] and what [scrambled] about [scrambled] [Y/N]?” muttered soap, his voice an unserious tone. You gulp, wondering if the context was negative or positive. “What about them?” your heart drops, did he really think nothing of you? Of course not, you were overthinking, you assure yourself this was just ghost being ghost. “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and [mumbled] have something going on?” your smile reappears after soap’s suspicion. You were about to burst in, smiling, before hearing ghost’s voice once more. “What? No. There was never ‘anything’ between us.”

 Oh. Tears blur your vision before hearing soap say “Ah. So you’re pretty serious about this one you’ve been talking to, huh?” You run away before your heart shatters even more.

“Don’t bullshit me Simon. I heard you in there with Johnny.” You finally turn around once you’re out in the training field, only this time it was empty. You’ve never seen it this empty. What a strange sight. You bring your hands up to your head, fuzzying your hair as you scoff and fold your arms, waiting for ghost to respond. He just looks at you with those same deadpanned eyes, only this time it was laced with a confused look. “What?” he voices in a hushed manner.

 You could only fall to the rough ground as you broke down in an out-of-breath manner. Hearing Simon's footstep’s rummage through and leveling with you to hold you in his arms, his grasp tight as he hushes your cries.

“[Y/N], did you get those files i asked yo-” he barely got to finish his sentence before you dropped them at his hands and began to make your way out. “Gotta go, I'll see you later, Kyle.” you utter, quickly shutting the door behind you. “What’s up with them?” Simon asked Kyle, eyes wide with how the normally-clingy [Y/N] was now being avoidant. “You cannot be that fucking stupid, LT.” Kyle remarked. “What?” ghost asked, voice slightly raised now. Gaz scoffs, “You shit talked them to Soap, you think they wouldn’t find out?” he added. “I never said anythi- fuck. I wasn’t-” Kyle just raised an eyebrow, letting his lieutenant explain himself. “I was telling Johnny how much i like them.” Kyle drops his pen whilst smirking, clearly intrigued now. “Go after them, idiot!” he yells, as Simon bolts outside, in search of you.

And now here you were, in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. ‘How pathetic.’ you think. “Do I mean nothing to you? All those nights, those- stupid breaks I spent with you, getting to know you, nothing?” Simon’s heart aches as he hears your broken voice, feeling immense guilt creep up. “[Y/N], I was telling Johnny how I wanted to be with you.” your sobs quiet down, trying to process what he just said. “There’s no one else?” you whisper, silent cries slipping.

“Really? And what about that gyal you were talking to, Sarah? still want [Y/N]?” – “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and Sarah have something going on?”

He was denying ever having ‘something’ with a different girl. It all seems foolishly funny now. You laugh through your tear stained cheeks as you punch Ghost on the chest playfully. "i hate you." your voice softer than before, if that were even possible. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” he explained, in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. Only this time, it held more emotion than ever.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

nose in a book {bucky barnes}

plot: the coffee shop you and bucky frequent is also a library and every week, you have your nose in a new book.

request by sunflowerkitten2: a coffee shop meet-cute

character: reader x bucky barnes

In all of his years, Bucky Barnes had been to hundreds of coffee shops and had drank thousands of crappy cups of coffee but recently, he'd began to drink at this coffee shop. It was a small shop, half library half coffee shop with warm lighting and a nostalgic musky smell from the old books that adorned the shelves. There was a certain charm to it but the coffee certainly wasn't it. The coffee was actually pretty awful but there was a reason that Bucky kept coming back to this one.

The reason was you.

Each time Bucky came into the small shop, there you sat same time every Saturday morning, same time but always with a different book in your hand. From the first time Bucky entered that coffee shop, he was intrigued by you.

You were usually too concentrated on the book to look up at him when the chime of the door went as he walked in. Sometimes you caught each other's eye and exchanged friendly smiles but that was rare.

Bucky had never approached you, he wanted to but he wasn't that confident around asking beautiful people out anymore. He had changed a lot since the forties. Today though, the book you held in your hands was familiar to him... in fact it was one of his favourites; The Hobbit.

"You know," he said gently as he approached you, voice soft so's not to scare you, "I was there when they first printed that book."

With the comment, you expected it to be attached to a ninety year old man (which he was but you didn't know that yet) and instead you were met with the blue eyes of a very handsome thirty something year old. You laughed, "That's a rubbish pick up line," you teased.

Bucky frowned, "Not a pick up line, doll," he said, "I was actually there. 1937. What a year."

You blinked at him, insanely confused, before your foot pushed out the chair across from me, "Okay, I gotta hear this... How?"

He sat with a smile, reaching his hand across the table to shake yours, "Bucky Barnes, ma'am. Pleasure to meet you." Bucky... Barnes. That name sounded familiar.

Then it clicked.

"Oh!" You exclaimed with a little surprise as your shook his glove clad hand, "Oh my god, you look so good for your age." You hadn't meant to say that, it sounded pretty fucking weird but Bucky's face split into a wide grin. You were amusing. Usually, when people realised who Bucky was they recoiled with fear or at the very least they'd be apprehensive to talk to a ninety something assassin but you... you looked intrigued? He laughed, thanking you for the compliment that slipped out.

"Have you read Lord of the Rings?" You asked him with slightly warm cheeks.

It was his turn to be confused, "I don't think I've ever heard of them."

"Oh my god!" You gasped, "So obviously this is the Hobbit and this is a prequel to The Lord of the Rings which is hands down one of the best series ever written. They made movies of them too! It follows Bilbo's nephew, Frodo and his quest to destroy the Ring."

Bucky vaguely recalled Stark talking about movies that sounded similar to that title, "Are they any good?" He asked, genuinely curious, "To be honest, I've not seen many movies."

"They're so good. They made Hobbit movies too. Three."

He frowned, "Three movies? Did two more Hobbit books come out then?"

You shook your head, explaining that it was three movies centred around the one book, "I really liked them," you shrugged, "but is that because I just absolutely love the Hobbit? Who knows?"

As you and Bucky continued to chat you realised a very important fact, "I just realised I never told you my name," you said stopping mid sentence, "I'm (y/n). It's so nice to meet you, Bucky."

Bucky grinned, "Trust me, doll, pleasure's all mine... Now, can I buy you another cup of coffee?"

[luxtrys]

from dusk till dawn

mornings with anakin skywalker (18+, smut)

"gotta get going baby" you heard a voice whisper as you opened your eyes for the first time in hours. you let out a few soft grumbles, knuckling the sleep out of your eyes. "are you sure you have to go this morning ani?" you whine, reaching out your hands for him even though he was over at the closet. "c'mon angel, you know the answer to that" he sighs, pulling his black short sleeve compression shirt over his head.

you always knew the answer, because no matter what, ani would go on that tortuous run and leave you cold and alone for 2 long hours. "go back to sleep bug, ill be back before you know it" he whispered placing a kiss your forehead and rubbing your bare thigh under the covers. "i love you" he voiced as he exited the room, grabbing his ice cold water bottle from the fridge and jogging to your front door.

you whispered back an 'i love you too' to a now empty room as you cuddled up to your stuffed bunny, slowly falling back into a deep sleep.

it was about an hour and a half later before you finally woke up. the 8am sun seeping slowly into your bedroom. you sighed, smacking both your hands down dramatically on your duvet as you saw no sign of anakin. you rubbed your eyes again before placing your feet on the floor, padding your way to the en suite bathroom.

you grabbed your pink toothbrush out of the stand, squeezing on a generous amount of toothpaste before brushing rather aggressively. after that, you started on your morning skincare, arrays of cleansers, serums, creams and facemasks crowding your and anakin's side of the counter, oops..?

you reached over into your massive shower, turning the handle all the way so it was the hottest it could be. you always waited to shower with ani, but he wouldn't mind, right? you felt gross and icky as the remnants of last night's escapades made its way slowly down your thighs and you were so very bored. you slid your floral underwear down your sticky thighs first, anakins shirt you had thrown on the night before and your socks following suit.

sighing contently, you let the steaming hot water trail down your head and body until your whole body was glistening under your bright bathroom lights. showering without ani was almost unfamiliar to you because you did it every single morning. while it was peaceful that you didn't have to feel anakins large, rock-hard body sticking to you the whole shower, you missed it.

you glanced up at the massive shower head, the water falling down onto you softly and healing any aches in your body from anakin the night before. biting your lip, you stared at your vast selection of scented body scrubs, deep in thought.

you were in fact so deep in your own head that you didn't notice your grumpy boyfriend enter the bathroom, cursing under his breath because you started showing without him. anakin aggressively peeled off his clothes, his dick growing hard at your naked frame through the cloudy glass of the shower.

you let out a squeal as a large pair of rough hands gripped your waist, spinning you around to meet his bare chest. "thought you could get away from me baby?" the cheeky glint in his eye sparkling brightly. "'course not ani, just got bored waiting" you answered, bringing your nails to drag across his now glistening torso.

"how was your run?" you asked sweetly, starting to trace the indents of his abs slowly. "same old baby. all that fresh air got me thinking about something though" he hummed nonchalantly, glancing down at your naked body for about the 500th time in the past minute. "what ani?" you ask intrigued, but also slightly worried, i mean anything could come out of his mouth.

"just my massive cock digging so deep in your belly that you can't walk for a week, screaming 'ani! oh, ani! it's too big' while i pound the fucking shit out of you" he says, teasing your nipples and acting like he just said the most normal thing ever. "anakin!" you gasp, shocked at his crude language and pushing him back on his upper chest, offended at how he mocked your voice. he doesn't move an inch though, not missing how your cheeks flushed a light pink and how you clenched your thighs together.

"what baby? don't act all innocent now, bet you still want me even after making you cum 8 times last night, fucking slut" you whimpered as he brought his finger down to your heat, dragging his finger across your folds and feeling the wetness that certainly wasn't water. you glanced down at his throbbing cock, standing tall and poking offensively into your stomach, making you squirm.

"need you ani" you sighed, reaching your hand down and grabbing the base of his heavy dick with your hand. "feeling confident today are we baby?" he teased, you almost never asked what you wanted, which was ok, because ani knew your body like the back of his hand. but hearing you confess your need to him made him twitch in your hand. you whined at his words, leaving a single kiss on his chest as he sucked marks down your neck.

"gonna fuck the living shit out of you baby" he whispered softly into your ear, lining his dick up to your entrance. you gasped as he pushed his tip into you, impaling you with his cock as he pushed rather fast into you. he grunted as your walls gripped around him, almost cumming as he felt himself bottom out inside of you, feeling your cervix. he rested his head down onto your shoulder, living in what felt like never-ending bliss.

"love this pussy so much" he moaned, pulling almost completely out of you before slamming all the way back in, making you mewl in pleasure. after pounding into you 2 more times, he felt your legs almost give out, making him hoist you up so he was supporting all your body weight in his arms. you were simply jelly as he slammed into you at a ruthless pace, splitting you apart with his cock.

"such a good girl for me yeah? letting me treat you like a little fuck toy, completely at my mercy" he seethed as you gazed up at him, no thoughts inside your now empty head. completely dumb on his cock.

the sound of your skin slapping together echoed around the bathroom, reminding you crudely of what your boyfriend was doing to you. he felt you tighten around his cock, almost pushing him out of you completely, but he wasn't going to let that happen. "gonna cum for me baby?" he asked, watching you nod frantically at his mercy.

you spasmed as you came around him, becoming a complete dead weight in his arms as he emptied his sperm inside of you while grunting your name like a mantra. after about a minute you caught your breath, your legs shakey as anakin rested your feet down on the tiled floor at your request. you glanced around the bathroom, still in your post-orgasmic haze, but as you glanced down at anakin's hard glistening abs, you noticed his cock starting to grow hard once again. he followed your eyes as you let out a loud scoff.

"what baby? s' not my fault you turn me on, you're too hot to handle”

[fayes-fics]

A Blessing

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Turns out the father of your favourite pupil, could end up being your favourite adult

Warnings: none really… this is flirtation and fluff. Developing relationship.

Word count: 2.1k

Authors Note: This is a request fill for Anon (ask HERE) about a meet-cute between single dad Benedict and teacher reader. This is also dedicated to my lovely mutual @bridgertontess on the occasion of her birthday this weekend. Happy birthday my dear! Thank you for choosing the name of Benedict’s daughter in this fic. Many thanks to wonderful @colettebronte for giving this a read through, the title and for her generosity in creating the lovely artwork above. Enjoy! <3

You sigh as you fiddle with your nameplate, awaiting the start of Parents Evening. It’s always a night you dread - having to be polite to the parents of nightmare kids. There are a few pupils you simply adore, but somehow, those parents seem to linger less than those you struggle to find nice things to say about.

One of your favourites - yes, you know you’re not supposed to have them, but you do - is little Georgia Bridgerton. She is cute as a button with blue eyes and chestnut curls, but mostly, it’s her sweet temperament and intelligence you admire. You hope her parents turn up. You are intrigued to meet whoever created this little blessing, although you have only heard her talk of her Dad.

About an hour in, you have talked to six sets of parents of mostly middling pupils. You are just sneaking a look at your phone when someone flops into the chair opposite, and you hasten to drop it back in your bag.

When you look up, your lungs feel tight. Quite the most beautiful man has taken a seat, and you are temporarily dumbstruck as you glance at his name sticker. In the ‘hello my name is’ box, he has written Ben in large looping black letters. The ‘my child’s name is’ box has been left blank.

“I’m sorry, Ben,” you stutter, slightly distracted by his hazy eyes. “I don’t see your child’s name on your tag; who are you here for?” you ask.

He glances down at his navy shirt. “Ah shit, sorry.” Then he immediately winces. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“It’s fine,” you bat a hand. “The kids aren’t here tonight. You should hear me when they aren’t within earshot,” you jest, attempting to break the ice, even as you feel your face prickling hot at just the sight of him.

He laughs heartily, his face creasing up in quite the most handsome way, and you squeeze your legs together reflexively, hidden under the table. Good lord, he’s beautiful.

“I’m Georgia’s dad,” he explains as he stops laughing.

“Oh, my star pupil!” you gush, then have to stop. “Shit, I’m not supposed to say that,” you confess, eyes darting around the buzzing gymnasium to all the other parents and teachers, but no one seems to have heard.

“Or swear…” he adds for you, with a wink.

Oh fuck. You could be in trouble here.

You briefly dip your head, cheeks heated, until he starts talking again. “But it’s wonderful she’s doing so well. She talks about you a lot, to be honest. Always saying Mrs y/l/n is her favourite teacher,” he smiles. 

“I am her only teacher,” you remind drolly, even as you can’t hide how pleased that makes you. “Should we wait for another parent before we dig in…?” you ask, gesturing to the empty chair to his left.

His face clouds slightly, and you worry you have made a faux pas. “Oh, she, uh, won’t be making it tonight,” he says quietly.

“Gosh, I’m sorry that was rude of me to presume,” you cringe.

“No, no, don’t worry,” he placates kindly. “Georgia’s mother left me when she was just a toddler. But six months ago, she cut off all contact and moved abroad. It’s been…” he pauses to sigh and roughly rubs his eyebrow,  “…a tough adjustment, to be honest, mostly for Georgia. It’s been challenging trying to explain gently but honestly to a six-year-old that, in essence, her mother wants nothing to do with her.”

“I’m so very sorry,” you murmur, and part of you itches to reach out and give his hand a sympathetic squeeze as he picks his cuticles, probably unconsciously. “I can’t imagine why anyone would abandon her; she is quite the sweetest little child imaginable.” 

You know it’s unprofessional to say so, but you want to comfort him human to human. And for some reason, you feel completely at ease being open and honest with him. His eyes flick up from his hands, and they are so soulful you once again feel tongue-tied.

“Thank you,” he demures. 

“She talks about you a lot, too, in class. My dad did this; my dad did that. She looks up to you so much. You must be an excellent single parent,” you reassure, then lean forward over the table. “Umm, please don’t let anyone know I said any of this; it’s very unprofessional.”

His face morphs into a look of surprise, and then a lopsided smile tugs at the right corner of his mouth as he mirrors your stance, leaning in. “Your secret is safe with me,” he chuckles as you feel your blood run warm. “But it will cost you….” he adds teasingly.

Your eyes dart to his uncertain. “W-what?” You stumble, genuinely concerned for the first time about your job.

He leans back in the chair, assuming a very relaxed stance, that crooked smile growing more prominent. “Yes. The price is your apple crumble recipe. Georgia brought some home; she said you had made it for the class to commemorate the school centennial. And it was quite the best dessert we have ever eaten.”

You exhale the breath you were holding, relieved and can’t help the giggle that bubbles up. “Deal,” you agree.

This is quite the most casual and flirtatious you have ever been with a parent, and you suddenly become cognisant of it. Sitting up straighter and clearing your throat, you shift gear a little, discussing the details of his daughter’s progress. He listens intently, nods, and asks questions at appropriate moments.

“Usually, I would conclude with suggested things you can do at home to assist your child,” you wrap up, “but, to be honest, for Georgia, I have no suggestions. She is just a delight and could not do any better. Just keep doing as you are; she will go far in this world.”

He clutches his chest, patently proud of his little girl, but you find yourself fixated on the crisscross of raised veins mapping the back of his large hand. Your traitorous brain chooses this moment to give you a vivid flash of that hand grabbing your flesh, making you squeak in your throat and a shiver run down your spine involuntarily, goosebumps breaking out over your arms. 

“Are you alright?”

“Sorry, must be a draught from somewhere,” you fib, tugging at your cardigan sleeve. “Old school buildings and all,” you titter nervously.

He nods in understanding, but his eyes linger slightly longer than necessary on your body.

“Why are you a Mrs if you wear no wedding ring?” he blurts, then looks mortified. “God, I’m sorry, that is really none of my business,” he admits, blushing endearingly.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the idea he checked, but you maintain composure by waving a dismissive hand. “No, don’t worry, it's fine. I’m, umm, actually a widow,” you confess, seeing his eyes soften with sympathy. “Oh, it was a few years ago now,” you preempt the platitudes, “and I never took his last name for work, but I did change to Mrs at the school’s suggestion. I keep thinking I will change back to Ms one of these days, but all my pupils know me as Mrs you know,” you shrug with a nonplussed look.

He chuckles understandingly. “I’m sorry that happened,” he offers more soberly, and you nod.

“And I’m sorry for what happened to you and Georgia. She is doing remarkably, considering.”

Your time together is naturally wrapping up, but you are reluctant to voice it, and he seems in no hurry to move.

“At the risk of sounding completely inappropriate,” he hedges with a very beguilingly almost sheepish mien, “may I have your phone number?”

Your heart pounds, and you resist the temptation to squeal like a teenager or even show it on your face.

“Certainly,” you respond brightly. “I am always available to parents to discuss anything to do with their child’s education,” you try to justify as you scribble your number on a new page of your notepad.

“And what if I don’t want to discuss my child?” He asks quietly, his tone turning smoother, “may I still text you?” 

You almost rip the paper straight through as you try to detach it from the metal spirals. You are certain your face is giving you away now, feeling flushed from your toes to your eyes.

“Yes,” you whisper, nervously glancing to meet his eyes for a brief second that feels blistering as you fold the paper and push it over the table towards him.

His fingertips brush yours as he takes the paper, and your body riots at that simple touch. 

“Thank you,” he says sotto voce. “I look forward to connecting more,” he adds as he stands. You try your best not to ogle his body in his fitted dark wash jeans as he tucks the note in his pocket, but it’s at eye height now. And you try to ignore how his shirt hangs off his broad shoulders when you look up, but mostly, you fail.

You stand too, feeling awkward, and hold out your hand to shake, as you do with every parent.

He looks briefly bemused, then takes your hand in his. It’s warm, the skin soft except for some callouses where he holds a pen or maybe a paintbrush, and the size engulfs yours. You never want to let go. Fireworks explode behind your ribs as his eyes dance even under the harsh gym lights.

“It was wonderful to meet you, Mr Bridgerton,” you parrot your usual parting line at him, but somehow, it feels weighted with additional meaning. 

“Likewise, Ms y/l/n,” he replies pointedly, not using the Mrs, as his thumb swipes distractingly over the back of your hand, not letting go. “And please call me Ben,” he requests duskily, finally stepping away, his fingers gradually slipping from yours.

You just nod, almost unable to speak, not trusting your tongue at this moment. You try not to watch Benedict walk away towards the exit, but again, you fail miserably. 

Less than thirty seconds later, your phone buzzes in your bag. It’s a number you don’t recognise.

BB: I’ll need that apple crumble recipe for tomorrow if you don’t mind. I have a big family lunch on Saturday and have been roped into bringing dessert.

You giggle, your fingers fly over the screen, composing a response in your lap, even as the next parents pull up to take a seat. 

Y/N: Okay… but good luck. Most of the secret is in the prep…

BB: Hmm, then a demo might be best. Fancy being a culinary teacher tomorrow after work?

Your heart flutters hard, and you must mumble an apology to the waiting parents as you can’t resist firing off a flirty response.

Y/N: But what if I don’t want to give away my trade secrets just yet? 😉

BB: Fair. Then my family will have to settle for Tesco’s finest cake instead…

Y/N: I can’t in all good conscience let that happen. OK, you have a deal. 7pm tmrw?

BB: 👍😁

You spend the rest of the Parents' Evening floating on a little cloud. You even smile through the meeting with Damien’s parents, who couldn’t be more aptly named. 

The next evening, when his front door sweeps open, Benedict and Georgia are wearing matching pinstripe aprons, faces so eager. They look so adorable you crack a smile from ear to ear. 

“Where’s your apron, Mrs y/l/n?” Georgia pipes up.

You smile, then reach into your shoulder bag and pull out your trusty apron with a flourish.

She breaks into giggles and does a happy little dance as Benedict gestures for you to come in with an exaggerated bow.

By the time you leave, hours later, they have a delicious apple crumble for their family lunch the following day, and Georgia is sleeping soundly. You have an apron dusted in flour, a tingle on your lips from his wondrous kisses and a lightness in your being that fizzes like champagne.

The following day, he texts that the apple crumble was such a success his mother demanded the recipe on the spot. Then, a few seconds later, another message asking you to drop by. You practically trip in the rush to get out the door.

When his front door sweeps open this time, he’s alone and dressed handsomely in a white shirt with those jeans. You are powerless to do anything but push up onto your tiptoes and kiss him immediately. And when he whispers hotly in your ear that Georgia is staying with her cousins for the night, you almost melt right into his doorstep.

It turns out Georgia was not the only blessing you got from the Bridgerton family.

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[souperbloom]

short oneshot inspired by a tweet i saw (please don’t kill me for being inactive im sorry im a very busy gal)

cabin fever. [A.I]

🪵 Ashton x fem!reader

a late-night kitchen rendezvous on an annual trip with your friends.

a/n: i cannot find the tweet this was inspired by but it was something along the lines of ‘nobody makes out on the living room couch and dry humps like they used to’ so… just use your imagination with this one friends.

also WHO ELSE IS BUMPING STRAIGHT TO YOUR HEART CUZ I KNOW I AMMMMM

content warnings: none, really!

WORDCOUNT: ~3.1k

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Three AM. The prime time to chug a cold glass of water and stand in the kitchen to contemplate life.

It was day two of the annual ‘friend trip’. Eight twenty-somethings to a six-bedroom cabin with a plethora of tanning lotion and tequila. You had spent most, if not all, of today out by the lake— your shoulders were burnt to a crisp and your eyes felt tired and heavy. It was the price to pay for a gorgeous day out on the water.

Everyone had called it a night around midnight, the couples sifting off to their respective rooms while the solos duked it out for the only other queen sized bed. Luckily, you were the winner of that duel. But now, you’re faced with that unquenchable late-night thirst.

Plus the fact that you couldn’t sleep.

You crept down the old oak stairs quietly, your socks padding against the wood and creaking with every step. You’d wince every time your foot made a sound; but you were also convinced that everyone was too deep in sleep to hear it.

A lakeside cabin in the middle of nowhere was a lot more quiet than you’d anticipated. Only the cadence of chirping crickets and the occasional owl hoot could be heard for miles. It was honestly kind of creepy. You ignored those jarring sounds and continued your journey for that tall glass of water, hoping it would put your sleepy mind a bit more at ease.

Once you tipped some ice into your cup and filled it with water to the point where it was overflowing, you let your shoulders relax. You leaned with your back against the kitchen island and sighed, before taking the biggest swig of your life.

“Can’t sleep?”

A disembodied voice startles you, briefly making you choke on your water as you whip your head around to see who it was coming from.

“Fuck, Ash— scared me…” you mumble sheepishly, wiping a bit of water that had dripped down your chin.

“Sorry, sorry. I probably should’ve made myself known when I saw you coming down.”

Your eyebrow lifts as Ashton starts to approach the kitchen island where you were standing, “You’ve been down here the whole time?”

Ashton nods, stretching his arms up behind his head. “Yup. Been down here for like an hour now. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Mmm, same.”

An awkward, yet peaceful silence falls between you and Ashton as you continue to take large sips out of your cup. He eyes down the sweaty glass, passing it to look down at your sleep shirt and pajama shorts.

You cross your arms and stare at him with that same intrigue, scanning over his unbuttoned flannel and accompanying black sweats. His bare chest was exposed and slightly sunburnt, which mostly everybody had gotten brute of today while out by the lake.

“Since when did you listen to Guns N’ Roses?”

You scoff down at his mention of your old thrifted t-shirt, “Since you decided that not wearing sunscreen in 90 degree weather was a good idea.”

Ashton chuckles quietly, tousling his hair with his hand and mocking your crossed arms and posture.

“Touché.”

You laugh for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek contemplatively. It had to have been at least 3:30 by now. Getting sleep was definitely one of your top priorities, but Ashton seemed like he was awake for the long haul.

Sleep was imminent, although you didn’t really mind some alone time with him. Something about Ashton and your long-standing friendship left a little swirl in your stomach. You’ve always had the tiniest crush.

“Want some?” You break the silence by swirling your cup, ice clinking against the sides of the glass. He seemed tantalized by your offer, and took the glass without a word.

He raised it with grateful eyes before taking a sip, then finished it all in one gulp. Your jaw dropped slightly at how quickly it disappeared.

“Hey,” you whine, “I said some. Not the rest of it!”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N. We’ve got a tap with unlimited water and about six ice trays in the freezer. I could easily pour you another.”

You shake your head in mock distaste, and start to walk away from the kitchen into the living room area. “No thanks. I’m not thirsty anymore.”

Ashton chuckles from behind you not long before the tap starts running again.

“Suit yourself.”

Now that you were fully awake and alert after Ashton had scared the life out of you, you weren’t sure where to place your restless body. You figured that sitting on the couch and staring at the ceiling may help you get that tired feeling back.

“I’m thinkin’ about staying up to watch the sunrise,” Ashton blurts, his voice growing closer to the couch.

“But, aren’t you tired? I’m fucking exhausted.”

“You woke up at 11 this morning. You got a lot more sleep than I did.”

Your eyebrows furrow as he continues to walk around the coffee table, looking as though he was about to sit himself down next to you on the cushion. “The sun makes me tired.”

“Everyone’s different, I guess.”

Ashton’s words felt backhanded, yet you didn’t have the energy in you to care. He sat himself down next to you with a fresh glass of water and now the only thing you could think about was how his flannel had fallen slightly off of his shoulder.

“You think you’re gonna sleep?” you ask.

“Nah. Probably not.” he replies.

“Cool. Me neither.” Your decision was final.

That silence from before carried over from the kitchen as Ashton took one long sip and finished his water in one sitting. Your eyes lulled closed, but it seemed that sleep was no longer an option.

“Wanna watch somethin’?” asks Ashton, voice raspy and quiet, as he leans forward to discard his glass onto the coffee table.

“Do we even get cable this deep in the woods?”

He laughs at your honest question, slinging his arm against the back of the couch and letting his hand rest behind your head.

Smooth move, Ash.

“Maybe not. But, I’m sure we could find something on demand. Probably some old black and white movie but, I actually kind of dig those.”

You can’t help but giggle and roll your eyes, nodding your head towards the remote as his smile mirrored yours.

“Put on whatever you find intriguing. But if I end up falling asleep, that’s nobody’s business but mine.”

In no time, Ashton had surfed through all movies dating back to the golden age of Hollywood, and eventually landed on A Streetcar Named Desire. You found the choice of such a dramatic movie to be odd for someone like Ashton. Then again, you only knew him so well.

“Have you seen this?” he asks you, settling back further into the couch and letting the cushion cradle his head.

You blow out a breath, trying to recall a time where you’d maybe seen Marlon Brando on your parent’s television yet failed to remember virtually anything about the plot.

“I think so—” your sentence is broken by a yawn, which brings Ash to snap his head away from the silver screen.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?”

“Psh, no. I’m staying up. That’s what I told you and I’m sticking to it.”

Ashton’s gaze flicked down your face, yet it was becoming harder to hold the eye contact as his illuminated features flickered beneath the television.

“Alright. Whatever you say.”

Silence passes as the movie begins, the titlecard rolling onscreen and earning another heavy yawn out of you. Your eyes felt heavy now, heavier than before.

Would falling asleep really be the worst?

Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment and as they fell, you could feel Ashton’s head tilt towards you. The hand that was beside your head on the back of the couch had slowly crept towards your hair.

Without any words exchanged, he begins to pet your head. Not in a strange way. But in a way that if he kept it up, you’d fall asleep and wake up in the morning with your body strewn across his lap.

“Feels nice…” you mumble lazily, your eyes still closed.

“Yeah?”

“Mmh, yeah.”

Dialogue began quietly funneling through the sound system and for some odd reason, you felt compelled to open your eyes. Ashton continued to stroke your hair, but when you expected to see him staring at the television, he was still just staring at you.

“What?”

“Hm?” he jumps slightly, as if caught in some way.

“You’re looking at me.”

He shrugs. It was the most he could do.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, but— you look really fuckin’ pretty right now.”

Heat swells the apples of your cheeks at his compliment. He did that thing, the one where a man stares at you through his unbelievably long eyelashes and hopes you’d get the memo simply by their eyes.

“Could it be the glow of the silver screen?” you tease, trying to ease up on the ever present tension that Ashton had created out of nothing.

“Could be.”

Something was swirling inside of the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t put your finger on. It could have been how late it was, or the fact that repressed emotions and feelings were making an appearance after the person you’ve had a tiny crush on suddenly expressed interest in you. Ashton was a flirt, but never to this extent.

He was hard to read most of the time.

Instead of feeling out-of-body by the contact Ashton was providing, you decided to embrace his gentle touch and the way his hand softly ran across your head. He had eventually made his way to your shoulder, mindlessly toying with the neckline of your t-shirt as he watched the movie.

You bite your lip, looking down at that muted and worn flannel he was wearing. Then letting your eyes, and mind, wander off and wonder what it would be like to run your palms across his smooth chest. A shaky breath leaves your throat, and catches his attention.

“You alright?” he asks, genuine concern flitting across his face as he catches his hand wandering.

“Huh—? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

The eye contact lingers. The triangle method is now in play. Eyes, eyes, lips. Eyes, eyes, lips.

“Anything on your mind at the moment?” Ashton quizzes, his words lazy and muffled.

“Mmmh, no. Not in particular. You?” You try to bounce back but lying was never your strong suit.

“I’ve got a thing or two on my mind, yeah,” he trails off, looking at the tv as his fingers drum against the couch cushion behind you, “Not sure how you’re feeling.”

This odd conversation spinning around the room was making you dizzy. If he wanted anything from you, which seemed obvious by his incapability to focus on the movie, you wished he’d be more honest.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Ash.”

“Can I show you?”

Those viridian eyes were at it again. Eyes, eyes, lips. Eyes, eyes, lips. You were shocked at his ability to communicate with you without any words exchanged.

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. Ashton maneuvered himself towards you delicately, as if you were made of porcelain and were to shatter at any given moment. Your back was suddenly flat against the couch and the speed in which it got there had you questioning reality.

Your lips attached and a collective sigh filled the room that was louder than any of the sounds encompassing this massive wooden fortress. Your hands tangled in Ashton’s hair as his flannel brushed against your sides and covered the both of you.

His broad palm cupped your face while he angled his knee between your legs, breathing deeply into the kiss and letting his tongue lead the way.

You could feel the warmth of his body engulfing you, something you’d never thought you’d feel in this lifetime. In your dreams, maybe, but it was just a stupid little crush. Maybe you’d fallen asleep on the couch, and this was your subconscious mind taking over.

But when his hand traveled from your cheek and rested at the base of your neck, you quickly realized that you were not fucking dreaming.

“This okay?” he mumbles, the words knocking against your lips and his hips dip down to grind against your core. It seemed as though he was about as eager to do this as you were.

“Mhm. Fine. Yes.” you blubber, coherent sentences getting lost somewhere in the room and hypnotized by how sweet his lips tasted.

He dips back into the kiss and you could feel him smile against you. It took everything inside of your body to keep your moaning to a minimum, but God, you couldn’t help it.

“You’ve gotta be quiet, hon’,” he giggles into your mouth again, before popping up briefly to stare you down with big, kelly green eyes, “Don’t wanna wake anyone up.”

You nod. Of course. How stupid of you. The last thing you needed was a story to tell your best friends around the campfire while Ashton did the same in another room.

How stupid.

The kiss continues, as does the path of your hands. You let your curiosity kill whatever cat was around and run your hands down his bare chest. You didn’t think fantasizing about it would actually lead you here but hey, it had felt as good as you’d imagined.

A groan rumbles through Ashton’s throat while your fingertips drag down his flesh. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own, occasionally grinding against your core and threatening to pull louder noises from you.

The hand that Ashton was using to hold himself above you had dropped to an elbow, and he slowly began to trail feathery kisses down your jaw and towards your neck. Your eyes shot open, and you just sighed. He sure knew how to press all of your buttons, and he was damn’ good at it too.

“Ash, no marks. Please. Don’t— wanna— have to explain.”

“I know, I know. I’ll keep my markings to a minimum.”

You could feel a catty smirk crawl across your neck, so you playfully whack his shoulder.

“Ashton. I said, no.”

“But you know you want ‘em. C’mon. What’s the fun of a group vacation without a little drama?”

His sultry voice gave you whiplash. He was right; you really wanted those marks. Even if it was just a hickey or two. Surely you could come up with some sort of bluff that would save the both of you from an awkward breakfast conversation.

You’ll worry about that in the morning.

“Fine. But don’t go crazy. I’m not good at lying.”

Ashton chuckles, brushing a rogue lock of hair behind your ear. “Did you forget who you’re dealing with? I’ve got the best poker face in the country.”

You roll your eyes at him, silently dismissing him yet excited for what he had up his sleeve. He began to leave little bites across the side of your neck and down towards your collarbone, occasionally replacing teeth with delicate open mouth kisses and darting his tongue out to wet the surface.

“Mmmh, you’re sweet,” Ashton groans, his breath tickling your chest, “Didn’t know you tasted so good. I could eat you right now.”

Your eyes widen at his random pillowtalk and double entendre, a ping of electricity shooting up your spine, “What?”

“Nothin’.”

He hushes you quickly with his lips once more, the rhythm of his hips making you think that you were actually dreaming with how heavenly his rock hard dick felt pressing against you. But you didn’t want to go to any extremes.

You’d save those for that queen sized bed.

You didn’t realize that the soft whimpers and cries floating through the kiss were a little louder than what you thought they’d be, since Ashton had detached your lips to gaze at you scornfully and say only one word.

“Quiet.”

You nod, like a sad little puppy, and follow his instruction. You wanted to tell him how it felt too good to be quiet, but you didn’t want to cause any problems in which he’d need to carry you up to your bedroom and make you think about what you did.

God forbid.

As the two of you made out like you were the last two people on earth, Ashton’s hands wandered down towards the hem of your sleep shorts. You stop short, out of breath, and look at him with distaste.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Ashton,” you whisper, making a point to trail your words against his ear and leave a gentle kiss at his earlobe.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He then digs his hips down into your core again, you and Ashton moan in unison. The shock in your eyes at how loud the two of you sounded seemed to hit both of you at once. Frazzled faces morphed into smiles as he takes his hand and caresses your face.

“Y’know, maybe we should pick this back up another time.”

You groan indignantly, but couldn’t help agreeing with him.

“A time where we don’t have to be so quiet?”

He nods, turning it into a shrug, “Or maybe tomorrow. Either works.”

You bite your lip, still bewitched by the taste of his tongue and the slow movement of his hips. You didn’t want to give it up. But if there were promises of continuing this tomorrow, you couldn’t really complain.

“Should we just go to bed then?” you ask, running your palm down his chest again with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“I’d prefer not to leave the couch.”

“Why not?”

“This seems like a perfectly good place to fall asleep. Plus, my bed upstairs wouldn’t have you already in it.”

Still unable to argue with such a forgiving face, you sigh dreamily. Falling asleep on the couch with Ashton seemed like a bad idea in theory but then again, he was already shifting around you to get comfortable.

Plus, you wouldn’t want to give up the warmth of his body after finally getting a semblance of what it felt like to be so close.

When you and Ashton eventually find a comfortable position, his body behind yours and spooning you with his arm tucked against your stomach and your head resting along his bicep, you let your tired eyes hold the reins.

Falling asleep to the sound of his gentle breathing and elevated heartbeat had turned into an entirely new favorite thing of yours. Whatever was in the air tonight, from grabbing a glass of water to watching an old classic movie, you weren’t sure you wanted it to end so soon.

Oh, who cares. You’ll deal with that in the morning, too.

[iheartjohnlennon]

'Let me take you down'

London, '66

Summary: John and Paul see the same so John and Paul share the same (you).

Word count: 3,054

Tags: Smut, Threesome, Unrequited Love

The lounge was adorned with light, drugs, and music. The holy trinity of joy.

The light was more a metaphorical one. But no one had caught your eye, personally.

You had caught a few though.

Through your peripheral vision, you saw John Lennon slightly sauntering towards you.

A cig in hand, flirtation on standby and a smile that would make most of his thirteen-year-old army piss themselves with happiness.

Finally, you thought to yourself. 

He can now stop undressing you with his eyes or making passing comments.

You knew he wanted you, you've known that for a while now. 

You also know of his other half, his bandmate, Paul. He gives you eyes as well.

But you try not to pay Paul any romantic mind because he gouges his eyes out for any woman he sees anyways.

"Well 'ello love." John speaks in a chipper tone, he sits beside you, not even asking if the seat is taken.

His cockiness shines through as he rubs against you, you turn fully to look at him.

"John." You don't give anything up, you won't make it easy.

"Why so quiet tonight, hm?" He strokes your chin, he seems disappointed you aren't on your knees from the first hello. 

You scoffed, "Quiet? We've been speaking for seconds John." 

"Ye know wha' I mean.." He rolls his eyes, he didn't like how dismissive you were sometimes.

John always had a simple philosophy of flirt then fuck, which clearly didn't seem to work a hundred percent of the time.

"Why's a bird like you, 'ere alone?" How classic.

"Because I came here alone."

"Well, no shit."

"Don't get rude."

"Not gettin' rude lovely." He took a puff of his cig.

A voice interrupted your little squabble, it was a familiar one, "I reckon he's tryin' to call ya beautiful."

You saw the charming face that matched.

"Which ya are by the way," Paul added with a smirk.

He stood before you both. His hair was dishevelled and he smelled delicious. 

"Alrigh' McCharmly she gets it, fuckin' 'ell." John spoke with an acute bitterness in his tone. He wasn't prepared to let you go yet, especially not to Paul.

"Ha, well, anyways I came here to ask if yous wanted to smoke some grass."

So that's what that aroma was, the one that hypnotized you to no end.

And 'yous'. He wanted you both.

As much as you preferred Paul's company over John's, you were intrigued by this offer of having both of them at the same time, smoking.

"Wha', you wanna smoke 'ere?" John questioned.

"Not really, follow me." Paul palmed your hand in his with a warm smile as John placed his hand on your back possessively.

~

They both ushered you through the bar area upstairs, into some sort of chamber.

It was abundantly less lively than the former and had harmonious jazz playing in the background as opposed to some soft rock.

Everyone looked like they were on something, good and bad. You felt intimidated. John and Paul knew this scene more than you, even though you came to the lounge often.

"Welcome!" Paul began, "Make yerselves at home I suppose, I'll be back."

You and John were oddly close on the sofa. Physically because his arm was loosely around your waist and emotionally because his eyes were intensely on yours.

Maybe it was the music, the lighting, or his flirting that made you yearn for more than just his gaze.

He took your chin in his fingers, "Yer beautiful, ye know that?"

"Do you need me to know that?"

"I'll tell you every day if I can."

John shifted his head, it was on a tilt as if he was going to kiss you. You were happy to oblige, but a vigorous Paul interrupted you both. Again.

He strode in with a plastic baggy filled with weed, rolling paper, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. This could be an undoubtedly long night.

~

Paul placed himself beside you, now you were nicely in between the pair. 

"We'll share one blunt and do a pass around." John affirmed.

"Yeah, an' Y/N will roll 'em 'cause she has tiny, cute fingers." You adored the way Paul tickled your hands after saying that. You sent him a smile and he sat back, hand tracing circles on your back.

You didn't smoke weed often but didn't find it hard to roll the blunt.

"Good girl." John whispered, giving you a smirk.

"Have a light?" You asked no one in particular.

"Sure thing." 

Paul reached into his pocket and fished out a light, he held the blunt between your lips childishly and held your jaw as it lit.

You took in a puff and immediately felt inundated with pleasure and simultaneous dizziness.

You sat down but felt like you were stumbling on a circus wire. You turned to John and Paul, their faces were now just attractive blurs.

You cleared your throat heavily after inhaling more.

"Ladies first." John chuckled.

"Easy there, you ok?" Paul asked patting your back.

"Absolutely sublime." You sneer whilst inhaling even more. You could feel your face getting hot and your vision getting more skewed.

You had enough and passed it on to Paul. This was nothing new and as he took a puff he looked at you with contentment.

His hand was still on your back, rubbing up and down. 

He passed the blunt onto John.

He held your shoulders and began with a lustrous look in his eyes, "I want to kiss ya, lemme kiss ya Y/N?"

You could only nod in response before Paul lay a warm kiss on your lips, his tongue exploring yours as he replaced John's arm with his.

"Slag." John mumbled.

Your noses touched, your tongues tasted and your chests collided as Paul kept his devoted pace.

John watched you and Paul make out whilst longingly taking swigs from the whiskey.

John was watching with a peculiar fixation. He loved the way you groaned as Paul bit your lip, he loved the way you squirmed with each wet kiss.

This was peculiarly turning him on.

Paul met John's eyes for a moment whilst in the middle of necking on with you.

He felt bad for the fella, he was in this cuckold, which wasn't a cuckold because John isn't with you, but still.

Paul stopped kissing you, you sighed craving more of him.

"Can I share ya?" Paul mused to your bewilderment.

"Hm?"

"Sorry, I meant can we share ya?"

"Hm-".

You were overwhelmed with such a flabbergasting joke. You were stopped in your tracks by such a crude joke.

Or?

Was Paul asking for a ménage à trois right now?

John sniggered from beside you, "He's not good with his words, is he? It seems like he wants a threesome, well- we." 

This was convenient. You could all find somewhere private, knew each other well and were as horny as it seems.

Paul spoke, "Ya know, ya really don't have-" 

"I want to." Your eagerness came out as you interrupted him to accept.

Paul put on a grin. He had you where he wanted you.

"We'll take this somewhere more private after you neck on with John."

You did somewhat like John. And you supposed he would have fucked you eventually, but certainly not in this circumstance.

Paul playfully pushed your head towards John's and whispered, "C'mon baby ya know ya want to, I see the way ya look at him."

Before you could even formulate a response, John was already on you. He grasped the back of your head and immediately placed his lips on yours.

His tongue and teeth collided with yours, you could taste each drop of whiskey on him.

Paul smoked and watched with lidded eyes.

John gripped your waist with both hands, his kissing was passionate and abrasive. He groaned, he was properly getting off to this. He got rougher, pushing you into the sofa.

"Alrigh', alrigh' don't kill 'er." Paul cracked up whilst separating you both.

Paul's kiss contrasted with John's. Your lips felt all puffy after John, he looked at you smugly. You couldn't tell the difference between John making you dizzy and what you were smoking.

Paul's task was over and the men on either side of you gave each other a knowing look.

~

You all rushed down the stairs quicker than a blink.

They were all over you the moment the driver set his eyes on the road. You didn't care if the driver was watching, or hearing. You had two pairs of hands on you. Yanks and grabs were all you felt the whole way through. Paul was in one ear and John was in the other.

Paul attacked your neck with smooches and sucks, you giggled girlishly at the feel. 

John buried his face in your breasts and all but tried to leave marks on your chest.

You felt their hands travel down further, like waist down further. You halted their efforts to dually finger you in the back of some car and cautiously mumbled, "Later, later.."

A triad of soft moans and silly giggles continuously echoed in the car, you were sure the driver was sick of you all now.

"Are we nearly there yet?" You said dramatically.

"We arrived minutes ago you daft girl." John laughed.

Jesus, now you were dazed.

Paul began, "Shall we?"

~

The driver didn't bother to say goodbye and drove off with a scowl.

You all sounded hysterical whilst rushing to Paul's hotel room.

The hallway was closing in on you. Paul had his key in hand and fumbled with the lock, John had your ass in his. 

"Any slower McCharmly?" You jested.

"I'll go faster when it's convenient Y/N." 

With his dirty quip and the push of a door, you eventually entered.

Before you could even close the door behind you the duo was still all over you. You felt so many hands it was as if you were crowd surfing. They were taking small bits of clothing off, like ties and shoes, and somehow still found focus on you.

"We aren't even on the bed yet you animals." You whined.

"I'll 'ave ye anywhere." John retorted.

"A bed? Let's get on the bed then princess." Paul cooed, bringing you up to your feet properly.

You couldn't even get on the bed without feeling gropes and pinches all over you. You got on top of the thing and slouched back, in a relaxed position.

Paul made his way on top of you and John got on the side, laying by you. 

Paul confidently took off your articles of clothing. He carelessly tossed your heels on the floor and began working to get your tights and skirt off.

John almost immediately mouthed you in that same rough manner again. He held onto the back of your head, making sure you wouldn't pull back. He took his kiss lower, to your jaw. Lower, to your neck. Lower, to your chest. He dragged your shirt up, so eager to have a taste he couldn't even pause to unhook your bra.

He sucked and fondled your breasts. You let out chortled moans as the ticklish splendour of him using his teeth to nibble and his tongue to swirl drove you over the edge.

"Fuck John-" You seized his hair in your hands, raking through it, drawing him closer. He swapped sides and moved onto the other breast.

The way your body writhed as John sucked you off made it fidgety for Paul to get your bottom half off. He managed in the end and wasted no time in taking an interest in your silk panties.

"Ooo, these are pretty... pretty Y/N.." He marvelled, tracing a maddening thumb over your clit.

As John proceeded with his kissing assault to your top half, Paul took his head to your lower regions. He licked your clit through the panties and teasingly gave it a kiss. 

Then you felt Paul pull your panties aside. He slipped a finger into you and began a come-hither motion inside of you whilst also giving you little flicks with his tongue.

You frolicked around in ecstasy, you were reaching a boiling point from having both successes on your cunt at the same time. You could've cum from this alone, but you comprehended this was going to be a long night.

Your moans only rose louder, they turned into cries, you could feel yourself pulsing. Paul is damned good with his mouth. 

He moved his head off you, leaving you wet and wanting. John also did the same, looking down on you triumphantly.

"Oh Paul...Oh John..." You sighed pleasantly.

The two gave each other another knowing look, you rolled your eyes, "What is it this time?" You flirted.

"Nothin' love, we're jus'...wonderin' ya know." Paul spoke back.

"Wondering about what?" You mused, turning on your stomach.

"How good ya are.." Paul whispered.

"How good I am what?" You question, confused.

John suddenly mocked, "Bloody 'ell Paul, carn't stop speakin' in bloody metaphors can ye?" 

"Awe, I think he's just a bit muddled from what he had earlier Johnny." You tittered.

Paul interrupted, "Righ' I'll get to the point then shall I? We wanna take ya from both ends." 

"You don't have to present everything like a business proposition Paulie." You laughed, getting into a doggy position. 

"Ya are our business Y/N." John enunciated. 

~

Their positions were determined. Paul was behind you and John lay on his back in front of you. You got in between his legs, lowered down on your elbows, and greeted his clothed cock with a kiss.

You could feel him growing stiff as you worked to pull down his trousers, then his boxers.

Before Paul could put anything in, he was working to get fully naked.

John would have preferred fucking you from behind but he felt like the guest star, being all lounged back, receiving attention from your mouth.

You got his trousers off, then his boxers, you received a happy welcome. 

He met your eyes and snatched your hair in his hands. "Yer beautiful...so beautiful..." John murmured, stroking a thumb across your lips. 

"Isn't she." Paul chirped in, guiding his cock towards your entrance, in a reverie, all imperceptive and seductive. 

You practically shivered at the intention, his first thrust was unreal, different to any cock you had felt before, maybe because it was him. 

His cock naturally felt more distinct than his fingers. Its thickness caressed your vaginal canal and provided tinges to your G-spot via the tip. 

He sped up the moment he got that first feel, moving you forward before you could even fit the latter into your mouth, the impulsive movement causing you to brush your face against his cock as opposed to sucking. 

"Mmmph, mmm." Paul moaned. 

"Fuck- fuck-" was all you could muster as John watched in amusement. He gave himself a few tugs before discovering great solace in your lips. 

He bobbed you up and down, vulgarisms rang from his mouth as you wrapped your lips around the top inches and used your hands to trace what your throat wasn't handling. 

"Fuckin' 'ell Y/N...fuckin' 'ell...keep goin' baby, jus' like tha'..." John's head lulled back in fulfilment, he honoured you to high heaven and was for the time thankful Paul was here, as every thrust he gave you caused your moans to vibrate onto his cock. 

~

You were all moaning messes, utterly void of any emotion apart from pleasure and whatever emotion you would call being under the influence. 

You were being rag-dolled back and forth and wished for every bit of it. 

John's hand got tighter but his once consistent up-and-down movement got sloppier, his hips moved up lightly, trying to get as much of you on his cock as humanely possible. 

He was balls deep within your mouth, you were taking in a nose full of his pubic hair. "Yer goin' to make me cum- Jesus Christ Y/N!" His words were still riddled with praise and hastiness as his free hand palmed your tits. He grunted as each movement he made caused the sensitive tip to touch the back of your throat. 

You relished in providing John pleasure. 

Paul had only gotten harsher, the space was mainly filled with the moist sounds of Paul penetrating you, the viscosity you two had produced felt mouthwatering.

"Ya like it when I go faster don't ya? Tell Paulie you like it when he goes faster." He uttered. 

His strokes were paired with that voice off his and as he arrived close, he all but cooed, "Like tha' Y/N? Like tha' baby?"

You turned your head back at him for a moment, he greeted you with a cocky, yet lovely smile. His hair was all messy and he was flushed with colour. 

You could feel him precisely hitting and caring for every nerve inside of you, with his hands tugging on your hips and his pelvis meeting your ass.

And as much as you rasped out John's name, you couldn't help but pull him out of your mouth, only subtly, just to stammer out Paul's. 

You felt an exhilaration coming from all senses. John let out a definitive moan, finally releasing into the back of your throat. The consistency made you feel naughty, you spat some back out only to lick it off his cock again, the slight overstimulation drove him mad, "Shit- fuck...Y/N...slag..." 

Almost on command, Paul did the same. You felt his cum shooting into you, a liquid bullet. He moved in slightly, shoving his semen to the innermost part of you, moaning yeahs and ooos. 

He trembled as you clenched around him. 

 ~

Paul changed positions off of you and so did John. You all looked like orgasmic chaos. 

You felt hit with weakness after that, you signalled to them that maybe it was time to rest. 

~

You were in between them. Paul spooned you, seemingly falling asleep the fastest, probably because he smoked the most. 

John was facing you, muttering sweet whatevers and giving you smooches along your chest. 

It's as if your souls intertwined with one another as you all simultaneously climaxed, you pondered. 

"I love you." You whispered to no one specifically.

[always-elias]

The Magnus Protocol Episodes have a downright uncanny talent to match up with what is happening to me while I listen to them.

Once, I was out on an evening walk, and decided to go a bit off-track. I don't do evening walks often, but the weather was quite nice and I wanted to listen to the new episode. However, it got far too darker in the forest than I'd have expected, so I was feeling rather uneasy. I descended down to the creek, walking by it. Just hoping I don't stumble into any creepy murder-guy. Well. Guess what episode I was listening to? Certainly not the one with the needle-covered creepy murder-guy?

It was quite terrifying, but I was doing well enough and I was intrigued, so I kept listening. However, at the very moment when he started to doxx the call operator, something splashed in that fucking creek. Needles to say (ha! See what I did there?) I got spooked to all hells and back, and to this day I have mixed feelings about the episode.

The other time, I, having learnt from my mistakes, headed on another evening walk. This time, into the city, y'know, where there are lights on and everything is fine. I headed out to explore one part of the town that I don't know well, and only have been there a handful of times before. It was quiet, and completely deserted. But the lamps lit the way, so it was fine. It would be fine, right?

It felt weird. It just felt weird, and I headed into one of the streets. The lamps started to be sparse. One of the houses was shrouded in darkness, and it's fence looked so weird in the dark. There was a strange shape, maybe a shed, leaning on the house. There was a couple of weak, colourful lights on in the garden of that house, and it seemed like they swayed ever so slightly. My dear friends, I was listening to Running On Empty, y'know. The Lonely liminal place episode? With the darkened place, and strange lights surrounding the piece of architecture? I noped the fuck out of that street so fast.

And of course, the most recent case fo this. I live in a country with a lot of public transport, and when you take your local bus several times everyday, you reach a certain level of familiarity with the bus drivers. Some even let me board without showing my ticket, and I have memorised all of their faces and demeanors. We often smalltalk a bit, it's fun, and it's routine. I've been commuting for years, so I can for example recognize the type of the incoming train in the dark, based on shape of the approaching lights alone. I can, also, recognize all of the buses on my line home, even without seeing their actual numbers. I know them. Sometimes a new driver comes on the line, or an old one leaves, and even if they add a new bus, it tends to be of a certain model or general vibe.

One night I was waiting for my bus home, listening to the episode Driven, y'know, with the people-eating coach that looks just similar enough to blend in, if the passersby don't pay close attention?

It was dark, and cold, and there was only like three other people waiting for the bus, which is unusually little.

A new bus came. The ones on this line are white and red, with shiny paint, the corners are smooth and round and sometimes there's ads on the walls, depending on the bus. This one was yellow and blue, the paint matte, and it just looked a bit too blocky compared to the others. The bus driver was also unknown to me.

Boy did I fucking hesitate to get on that one. I did, in the end, and it's probably still me writing these lines.

I'm just so intrigued, this never happened to me with any of the TMA cases... Did anyone have something like this happen to them with any of the statements?

[khorazir]

WIP Meme

I was tagged by @nuttersinc to share something from my current WIP. It’s from chapter 3 of the Payneland fic The Case of the Stolen Barrow:

“Wait for us, or better, come back down,” calls Crystal, before muttering, “What a fucking mess,” under her breath. She makes to walk on, but Charles grabs the sleeve of her jacket.

“Wait,” he hisses. “Something’s off.”

“Everything’s off here,” she returns, before drawing her jacket more tightly around herself. “For one, it’s getting colder by the minute. Do you guys feel that, too?”

“Yes, we do,” nods Edwin, intrigued by the chill creeping into his garments and making the hairs on the back on his hand stand up. He has not felt this kind of cold in more than a century, bone-chilling fear aside. The Doll House in Hell was a humid mess, always slightly too cold or too warm for comfort but never this chilly. He looks at Charles, who is frowning deeply as he zips up his Harrington jacket.

“Edwin, I can’t think up my black coat,” he says while a visible shiver runs through him.

Concentrating on materialsing his own tweed overcoat to hand it to Charles to keep him warm, Edwin realises that he can’t, either. Normally, making their clothes requires only very little energy, but now it feels like an impossibly difficult task. On his wrist, the glowing cord flickers, a sure sign that Edwin’s magic is increasingly compromised.

“Something seems to be actively blocking my powers now,” says Crystal, her teeth clattering.

“My magic, too,” says Edwin. He steps closer to Charles who even more than Crystal is shaking with cold now, his face pale and his lips tinged blue, deep dark shadows under his eyes. He looks shockingly like the frightened boy dying of internal bleeding and hypothermia whom Edwin encountered in the attic of St. Hilarion’s thirty-five years ago.

“Charles?” he enquires softly, hesitantly reaching out to rub his shaking shoulder encouraginly.

“I’m okay, mate,” rasps Charles. “Just fucking freezing. Haven’t been this cold since ... well. You know. Since I died.”

“Have you got a blanket or something in your backpack?” asks Crystal, also huddling closer for warmth, despite the two ghosts being unable to produce any she could actually feel.

“Yeah, think so,” replies Charles, visibly lightening up. He begins to rummage in his pack while Edwin calls out to the pictsies again.

This time, the only reply he gets is a hissing murmur, like wind sighing over the turf. “Yes, we are up here. We are waiting for you. Come now, come to us.”

“Those aren’t the pictsies speaking,” mutters Charles, his uncorded arm buried in the depths of his bag. “For one, they don’t say ‘yes’. They say ‘aye’.”

“Brilliantly observed, Charles,” nods Edwin. “This begs the question, however, of who is speaking.”

“Someone capable of doing some really fucked up magic,” says Crystal. Then she sighs when Charles wraps a patterned blanket round her shoulders – one Edwin knitted over the course of several years, in fact, while wearing his disguise. Snuggling into it, she huffs a thanks. “Guys, I think we should turn round and head back down. We can’t just blindly – literally – walk further into this fog. We don’t even know what we’re up against.”

“I agree,” says Charles. “This feels like that chapter of Lord of the Rings you read to me two days ago, Edwin. You know, when the hobbits travel through the Barrow-Downs and get lost in the fog, and end up in that old barrow and—” He stares at Edwin wide-eyed when apparently, he has an epiphany.

“You think that’s what we’re dealing with here? A barrow-wight or something?”

Edwin nods thoughtfully. “I have never come across any account that hints at those creatures being real, but given these strange circumstances, I would not rule it out. Good thinking, Charles. The question is, how do we proceed? We could head down, but that would not solve the actual problem.”

“Getting lost in a fucking magical mist wouldn’t, either,” growls Crystal.

“We can still nagivate by the lie of the land,” says Edwin. He takes a few cautious steps up the slope towards a darker shadow that can only be the tree-gate Fergus spoke about. It was right across their path. They cannot have missed it.

Crack!

I tag @discordantwords @raina-at and @jrow

[leechanpremacy]

People You Know

After the death of his wife, he starts a whole new life in a whole new city with his three year old twins only to meet someone from his past. What a way to start something new, right?

pairings: psychiatrist!jeonghan, parent!jeonghan x doctor!reader petowner!reader

tags: fluff, crack, slow burn, exes to lovers, romance, angst (if you think into it really deeply), swearings

word count:

notes: i’ve been dreading to write jeonghan as a parent of twins, now having the motivation and inspiration to write the plot, IM ON CLOUD NINE!!! lmao i’m also planning on posting this as an au on twitter if time, and motivation persists as my alter ego’s such a lazy ass bitch that takes at least half a month to find motivation to do updates on on-going twitter series’ THIS might also be turned in to a series (fuck, my mingyu series long forgotten 💀)

prologue | masterlist | two

Yoon Jeonghan was a person whom you can't forget. You let yourself relish his new appearance. Long gone was the long slick hair he sported back in college. His short haircut with his bang fringes poking his eyes made him look somewhat younger. His cheeks are more defined than you can remember, and his bright doe eyes that were healthy before now have bags underneath, finally noticing the mole you adorned long ago.

It seems that he did the same, as his lips narrowed open, shock still painted on his face as his eyes traveled around your face. The only thing that woke you two up from your daydream was, "Dada!" Two of the kids ran towards Jeonghan to hug him by his legs.

Stumbling a bit from the impact, his eyes lingered a bit longer from you before turning his attention to the two children, crouching down to hug them and mumble a few words.

Blinking a few more times, let it sink in that the two children that ran towards you and your dog were, Jeonghan's children. A small smile formed on your lips, "You're a dad now, huh?" You softly said, still wearing the small smile as you locked eyes with him again.

"They're twins, Yuna and Yejun. They're turning four this year." He replies, standing up again whilst holding both on his sides. Your eyes then drifted to the two, taking a closer look. Knowing that these were his children, you were suddenly intrigued to see who they took after.

You were guessing that you were staring at the twins a bit longer than you intended as you heard Jeonghan introduce you as one of their aunts. "Hi! You guys still want to touch her?" Pointing to your dog, piquing their attention again. You saw both of them look up to Jeonghan, asking for permission before running towards your crouching figure to pet your dog, Manju.

You still held your dog by its snout, letting the children pet his body. "Is that..?" You could tone of hesitance in his voice. Without meeting his eyes, "It's her daughter, she passed a year ago." Whilst shaking your head, quickly patting Manju's head making it lean to your hand, wanting more.

"Oh," You watched the two children giggling to themselves as they kept on patting your dog's body which Manju enjoys, noticing the rapid wag of her tail with each stroke that the twins make.

"She looks just like her," Jeonghan mumbles, making you slightly jolt from your position as you didn't notice him crouching down next to you to pat Manju's head.

"She acts like her too. Not that much of a people pleaser dog." You joked, hearing him chuckle again after how many years. "Then I guess Michi must've told her about me then." He softly says, making you look at him.

Michi, - your current dog, Manju's, mother - you and Jeonghan's lovebug. Just the mention of your passed dod makes your heart swell and Jeonahan's presence makes it a lot worse. You felt tears building up in your eyes, causing you to break free from Jeonghan's eyes.

You still weren't over grieving from the loss of your best friend. She was the only one who stayed with you from that dreadful college years up to your med school. She stayed longer than anyone could have, and that's why you weren't done grieving even if she was already gone for a year. "Dada," One called, capturing both of your attention.

It's somehow sweet that someone you knew is now being called like that. So sweet and soft, enough to you feel blue. How would it feel to be called by your child? You thought.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I have to go. I still have some stuff to unpack. We just moved here in the city." Is Jeonghan effortlessly picking up both his kids, "Moved? Here?" You asked, quite shocked at the news. As far as you remember, he moved to a larger city to pursue law. Was he retired?

"Yeah," Sporting a smile that you remembered like the back of your hand, "See you around?" He adds, walking away from you.

You suddenly felt a wave of emotions rushing through your body. You didn't even have the chance to bid him goodbye as you were too busy relishing the smile he wore before he walked away.

It must be the nostalgia, making you feel emotions you thought were long gone. Seeing him again after a few years, with his own little family made you happy. Finally seeing him smile again after you broke his heart when you walked away from him that night.

“I’m telling you Seungcheol, I didn’t know she lived here!” Jeonghan dramatically says through the phone as he folded their clean clothes to store it in their closet.

“I’m not even saying anything! It’s you who’s overreacting, not me!” Rolling his eyes, “Oh you fucker, don’t get me started with your scoffs and stifled laughs!” Sighing, Jeonghan was left hopeless upon hearing his friend’s laughter echo through the room.

“Can you shut the fuck up? My children are asleep.” Jeonghan had his lips curved into an annoyed smirk, “I can see you glaring from here ya’ know?”

“On the brighter side, isn’t it nice to have a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment? Plus, you could ask Y/N to babysit the twins on October,” Seungcheol finally calmed down, giving Jeonghan a few grounded words.

“I think you don’t get the whole concept of ‘let’s not see each other again’ here, Choi Seungcheol.” He could hear his friend groaning on the full name, “Dumbass! She meant it to be - not being in a relationship! Not - literally not! Seeing! Each other! So much for topping the boards,�� Jeonghan heard the last part but paid no attention. He knows that too. That you didn’t mean it to literally not see each other’s face. But at that time, he had no face to meet you even if you were the one who called it off. Too hurt to even see you from afar. Too bruised to even hear from you.

“I also don’t think were in a relationship where I can just ask her to babysit my twins because unfortunately, my first day of work is on my birthday!” Jeonghan can imagine Seungcheol shaking his head at him. “I also don’t have her number.” There was a long stretch of silence before he could hear Seungcheol’s sigh.

“Y/N, she didn’t changed her number. I’m sure you still have it.” Having his breath hitched, he stopped functioning for a while, “Don’t be such a sussy Han, it’s all in the past. Besides, you got married. All your unresolved feelings for Y/N should either be gone or just waiting to be answered.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Sweat running down your forehead as you reached your kitchen’s counter top, almost flopping yourself just to reach the fridge. Not even minding to get a glass to pour water on. You don’t know why embarrassment is only hitting you now. How embarrassing on acting so casual with someone you left in the dark, as if you didn’t leave him hanging during your third year on college.

Wiping your lips that had excess water dripping down to your chin, you had your gaze hardened on the wall. How can he possibly talk to you when he avoided you at all cost after the breakup? Even hearing from his friends that he would always change the topic when it somehow swerved to you.

Just then, you heard your phone ding, immediately checking just in case it was a text from the hospital.

Heaving a sigh, you quickly typed in ‘otw’, scurrying away to your room to fix yourself before going back to the hospital.

“Doc, we’ve already calmed him down. His vitals are slowly coming back to normal.” The nurse informed you as you briskly walked towards the said patient’s warden. You just nodded in acknowledgment, slowly forgetting the incident earlier.

Being an general doctor was a pain, especially if most of your current patients are alcoholic. No matter how many nags and warnings you told them, they just don’t listen. Now, one of your patients who recently received a liver from his daughter went on a drinking spree. Now that his his newly transplanted liver almost gave up, you can feel stress working up its way to your head - almost giving you migraine like headaches just by the thoughtless behavior the old man lying on the bed portrayed.

The door swings open, gaining your attention, you then saw the wife and their daughter and you can’t help but feel bad for them. They just paid hundred thousands just to pay the hospital bills from the surgery and now, their patriarch had a surge of major side effects from the alcohol content he consumed.

“He consumed too much alcohol, that the liver almost gave up since it was still adjusting with his body. Good thing he was brought here immediately. He’s already stable. He needs to be monitored for a span of two weeks at least, just to make sure his liver won’t act out again.” You explained sternly to the family who only nodded and kept thanking you for saving the man again.

Heaving a big sigh as you closed the door to the room, you held your head, trying to rub the pain out. “Did you even sleep?” A familiar voice chirped beside you, “What do you think?” You said sarcastically before making your way to the headquarters.

“Judging by the way you tried to rub your temples and your mean attitude, you didn’t even sleep a wink with your uhm,” You could hear him counting in a small voice, “Three hours free time.” Halting, you quickly turned to him, making his squinted eyes go round.

“Did you know Jeonghan had kids?” You genuinely asks. The latter furrowed his brows, searching any other reaction from you. “Yeah..” Still trying to see if you’d react in any way other than relief washing down your face.

“Glad he found someone that’ll take care of him.” You said with a smile. You were about to turn when you halted from his words, “You.. Did you not know?” Confusion then etched both your faces.

“Know what, Hoshi?” He pursed his lips, contemplating whether to tell you or not, “What ‘cha guys doin’?” Dino’s voice erupted from your back. Dino noticed Hoshi’s panicking gaze but you didn’t remove your eyes on the latter.

You felt Dino’s presence beside you but you paid no attention to him, “Hoshi, what is it?” You asked again, more curious and fraught on his answer.

“What is what?” Dino joined causing you to whip his head to him. “What do you know about Jeonghan?” You asked him, catching him off-guard.

“I just know he moved here in the city, and he’s planning to start working here on October.” Furrowing your brows more, “What’s this about? Why’re you suddenly asking things about him?” You were too lost in your thoughts to answer him.

Didn’t he want to pursue law? Why would he work here at the hospital? Or will he work here as a legal guidance? Legal advisor? Didn’t he go to larger city so he could expand his connections?

Dino was now frowning at you, looking towards Hoshi with a questioning look. The latter shrugged and shook his head, also unaware of her sudden interest towards Jeonghan.

You raised you head again, now looking to Dino who had his one brow raised, already knowing what you’re going to ask, “You didn’t asked. And we thought you wouldn’t like to hear any news from him. Be it good or bad.”

“Yeah. Totally learned my lesson that one time.” Hoshi added. You frowned at your two friends - who was unfortunately, friends with Jeonghan also.

You and Jeonghan weren’t in the same circle before, it just happened that your friends and his friends clicked that much for it to become one. You still were in contact with some of his friends, but you took courtesy of not asking things about him and they respected that by not sharing anything too, without you asking.

“I met him earlier at the park. Also met his twins. He casually talked to me, and it made me feel anxious. He wasn’t like that when I last heard from him, wasn’t he angry anymore?” You ranted, lying on the bed as you munched your caramelized popcorn.

“Maybe? It’s been like what? Seven years? It must’ve dried out during those past years.” Closing his book before turning to face your lying body on the bunk bed. “Besides Y/N, why are you so worried about him working here? Do you not want him to be here that much?”

“No, its not that. It’s just, Wonwoo, I inflicted pain, he should be angry!” You kept refuting the same thing over and over again.

“Y/N, if there’s anything that he’ll feel about you, anger is far from it. He’s healed from the pain, he learned and he moved on. I’m sure his wife took care of him well. Isn’t that what you want? Someone to take good care of him?” You halted from Wonwoo’s words. You couldn’t help but look at the bed above you, letting out a smile as you imagined Jeonghan being taken care of well.

As soon as you felt tears suddenly welling up on your eyes, you did your best to refrain them from pouring out. “Yeah, I did.” It was so soft, Wonwoo would’ve missed it if there was other noises aside from the aircon’s ringing. “Did you attend his wedding?” You asked, with a softer voice.

Wonwoo was taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor, “..No, I couldn’t. It was during our OB-residency.” He could see you quietly nod and the red tip of your nose. He could sense immense emotions from you, but he kept quiet about it. He knows its something you don’t ever want to talk about. Most likely, you will never talk about it to them, finally knowing Jeonghan had marry already.

a/n: being this active on writing is kinda worrying me lol i think if i did another chapter, it’d probably be posted in the next two months 😬

[copias-juicebox]

A taste of your own Poison

Pairing: Terzo x fem! Reader Words: 7324 Genre: one shot (or maybe two in the future?) Warnings: starts off innocent and turns into a little spicy rubbing up and down.. no actual smut though Notes: it's here. I wrote this to get Terzo out of my system. It didn't work. anyway here you go. Summaray: Terzo is an asshole, usinghis status too much. He has grown far too cocky for his own good. He sleeps around the ministry, breaking hearts until he meets you. You are not easily swayed. A worthy opponent for him.

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You‘d been walking around the ministry for about 30 minutes now. It was your day off and you decided to explore the huge building and its grounds a little more. You were a relatively new member of the clergy and so you were curious what this old, massive place had to offer. Maybe you could find any hidden places, secret passages or even just a small, calm spot should you ever be in need of solitude. You had no plan where you were going, your feet carrying you down a long hallway at one end of the building. You passed many great halls and pretty doors on the way. It was a friday afternoon and most of the clergy members had decided to spend the rest of their days outside since it was a mild, spring evening.

As you walked along the corridor you noticed a big oak door, with intricate patterns drawn on it in the corner to the left. You were not sure what it was but the door itself intrigued you and before you realized your feet came to a halt in front of it. You decided to see what lay behind it. You pushed the heavy door open and peeked inside.

The room that stood before you appeared to be an office with high ceilings, through the huge windows light flooded the area around the desk and you could see dust particles fly through the air. On either side of the windows stood a shelf with loads of books. The dark heavy curtains were pulled to the side and neatly held together by a clip.

„Saluti Sorella. What brings you here?“ a voice from the other side of the room startled you. You turned to the source of the voice and saw Papa Emeritus the third, standing there, to the left side behind the door. In the area, that was slightly hidden from the direct view of the door, stood two armchairs and a coffee table. Papa stood there awaiting your answer and smiling at you. His papal makeup impeccable, just his hair slightly hanging over his eyes.

„O..oh hello Papa.“ you bowed down to show respect. „I uh I was just wandering around actually. Not really intentionally coming here. I didn‘t think I would cross paths with anyone to be honest.“ you answered him a little blushing because you just wandered into Papa Terzos office without even knocking first. What a terrible way to introduce yourself to the beloved Papa. You reprimanded yourself.

Terzo stepped a little closer and smiled sheepishly at you. „I appreciate the bow, bella. I assume you know who I am then?“ he stood there, hands clasped together in a very collected manner.

„Of course I do Papa. Everyone in the Clergy knows you.“ you smile at him, hoping not to say anything wrong and fuck up the first impression he has of you, well not more than you already ruined it for coming in here without knocking.

„You flatter me Sister, but unfortunately I can‘t say I have seen you around, no?“ he cocked his head to the side, a frown forming on his handsome face.

„Ah yeah that is because I am a relatively new member of the Clergy.“ you told him, fidgeting in your spot.

„Hmm. And your name bella?“ he held out his hand which you looked at a little embarrassed and gave him your name and your hand, expecting him to shake it, when instead he bend down, one hand behind his back, the other one lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it. He kept his eyes trained on you and your slight gasp that escaped your lips was something he took pride in as a small smirk crept upon his face. „A pleasure to meet you Sorella.“ He let go of your hand and came back to stand in front of you. „And how exactly did you find my office?“ He looked from right to left as if he was seeing his Office for the first time.

„Well like I said I was just walking around a little, getting to know the place since I am still fairly new you see?“

„New to the ministry, huh?“ Terzo chuckled. Well you have found your way into Papa Emeritus‘ Office bella. I apologize for the mess here.“ he looked around the relatively clean space, just a few papers lying around and an empty cup of coffee stood on the desk.

Your eyes widened realizing you just ran into Papas Office. „Oh no it‘s not messy at all. Actually I have to apologize. I didn't mean to intrude like that you see I was just walking around and I saw this beautifully adorned door here and I wanted to see...“ you started rambling.

„It is quite alright sorella, I don‘t mind having you here.“ He interrupted you lifting his hands up and down again to calm you down. „This is actually my great grandfather's old office. He was also Papa Emeritus but the clergy was much smaller at that time.“ he said, gesturing to an old painting of another Papa above the fireplace. You inspected it and when your eyes dropped to Terzo he was overlooking a stack of papers laying atop of his desk.

„Uh I am not interrupting your work am I Papa? I can leave..“ Before you could finish he once again stopped you.

„My work for today is finished.“ he shook his head. „Besides you are my guest now. I need to show you some hospitality, sí.“ he grinned.

„I just don‘t want you to feel like you have to. I am fine leaving if you are busy and want to be left alone. I know you are a busy man after all.“ you tell him smiling softly.

„I appreciate the gesture, bella but it‘s not necessary.“ he put his hands on his desk leaning against it. „But I am not that busy.“ A moment of silence passed over you. You admired the room and the ambience the light created. „You look nice by the way.“ His sudden compliment pulled you from your momentary daze and you blushed slightly, not visible but you felt the heat creeping up your neck. Here we go. Not even a week in the ministry and he already is living up to his reputation you thought.

„Ah thank you Papa.“

„Of course. It‘s true.“ He chuckled „But you know, I bet you‘re even cuter when you‘re flustered.“ he began to saunter in your direction, around his desk.

You took a step back, regaining confidence „Papa.. don‘t even start please. I know what you are doing and I won‘t fall for it ok.“ you countered his obvious flirtations.

„Oh what am I doing Sorella?“ By now he stood in front of you. Not too close yet but you could see his face and eyes close up. „I am not flirting, Sorella, just stating the obvious, yes. You are cute and easy to embarrass.. And I think I‘ll try to make that happen.“ he smirked.

His words made you want to fight his charm. How dare he think he can just lull anyone into his arms. You might look like an easy target, easy prey for him to pounce on but you knew your way around men like him. He wouldn‘t be the first one to try and sweet talk you to lure you into his bed, just to kick you out when morning comes. No you were not going to give this man what he thought was so easy to achieve. If he thought he could play a game he was going to go against a worthy opponent. He triggered something in you. Something you had buried deep down. A sad and hurtful memory that you cherished but also wished you had forgotten.

„Well you try all you want. I am not going to get flustered by your attempts because I know your reputation Papa.“ you smiled at him sweetly, acting up.

„Oh yeah? My uh.. reputation you say? What exactly is my reputation sister?“ He stepped closer to you, his voice an octave lower now. „And are you sure? I bet I can get you so adorably flustered before the hour ends.“ he said teasingly.

With every word he said and the cockiness of how he said these words you felt yourself getting more and more competitive to show him how wrong he was. Obviously this man was not used to anyone denying him and you were going to do exactly that, you decided. You were about to teach this man a lesson.

„Oh I dare you. Try me. But don‘t cry when I don‘t give in“ you said confidently, raising one eyebrow at him. „And about your reputation you know.. the usual I don‘t think I‘ll have to explain.“ you shrugged.

„Oh, the usual yes?“ he stepped even closer making you take two more steps backwards now only a few centimeters away from the wall. „Well what are you going to do if I do this?“ he closed the gap between you, pushing you into the wall and caging you there with one hand against the wall. He tilted his head to the side inspecting your cheeks. „Now is that a slight, adorable shade of pink I see?“ he said cockily with a smirk.

Boldly you counter by holding eye contact with his mismatched eyes. „I am telling you Papa I will not give in to your attempts. I know what you are.“

He hums deeply „Oh and what am I then, bella?“ he chuckled, moving his face closer to yours. „Am I a flirt?“ he guessed. You could feel his hot breath on your skin and it made you slightly tremble.

„Not just that, no.“ You put your hand on his chest and pushed him away gently. „You‘re way worse than that. You‘re a womanizer.“

He laughed and his smile grew bigger as your hand hit his chest. „Alright you might be right. I will admit that. I mean come on I can never deny a beautiful Sorella. Satan did not give me all this..“ he looked down on his body. „..to hide myself away from the ladies.“ he smiled devilishly. „But what if I am? Are you going to stop me Sorella?“ he kept his cocky tone, teasing you.

„No. you may do whatever you want. You‘re Papa. But don‘t be mad if it‘s going to hurt your feelings.“

„Oh don‘t worry about that. I won‘t expect anything. Even though I can‘t say that I believe you would be able to resist me. I imagine many in the ministry have fallen for me.“ he smirked.

You wanted to wipe that smirk from his face. That absolute arrogant bastard. But he was right. He did have many admirers. Now that you were thinking about it you were sure there was not one Sister or Brother for that matter who wouldn‘t let Terzo do them however he wanted. You were sure that many of them would actually kill to be in your position right now.

It was well known that Papa was a very eager lover. He knew about his charms and he knew how to talk to women and men. Oddly enough his reputation of being a player hardly seemed to repel the other Brothers and Sisters. Maybe it was just a little different for most of them, being more open with their desires and sexuality but to you it was nothing you wanted. You had heard many stories, many nightly encounters between Sisters and Papa. They always ended the same way. They’d spend a night full of pleasure together and that was it. He would invite them again but if any of them had any romantic expectations they would always get rejected. It never stopped the other Sisters to try and shoot their shot. Some of them might be happy just to spend one passionate night with their Papa, others were hopeful to be the one for Papa, the one he falls for. Whatever their motives were you knew you wanted more than just a one night stand. You wanted, no you needed someone that was there for you, someone to rely on and someone you could trust. Someone that belonged to you and you alone. Someone you could share your most intimate moments with. And you were willing to wait patiently until the right one comes into your life. This man on the other hand was the total opposite of that. He runs around lusting and seeking pleasure in a different bed every night.

„Papa half of the clergy fell for you. And you know that so don‘t pretend you‘re oblivious.“ you retorted.

„So uh you‘re saying I am a heartthrob?“ he asked, still wearing that goddamn smirk. „Well if you think I‘m so irresistible then you won‘t be immune to my charm, will you?“ he said. „Maybe I should try to make you fall for me now?“ he joked.

You scoffed. This man. You were nearly speechless. „Good luck trying Papa. The knowledge alone that you are doing this to anyone in the clergy without any meaning is enough for me to never fall for your games.“ you shot at him.

„Wouldn‘t that just make me a better lover, armore?“ he quipped brashly. „I would call myself quite experienced. I understand how the female body works. You just have to let me take care of you.“ he purred in your ear.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not believing what you heard. He backed off a little. „Very well then I respect your decision. But just to make sure…“ he moved in closer to you again „since you are so unaffected by me, you don‘t mind if I do this?“ he leaned in his lips mere centimeters from your own, his eyes observing your expression. He lingered there for a long moment waiting for your reaction.

You pushed yourself further into the wall. „Nope. Doesn‘t affect me.“ you answered, slowly feeling your self control slipping away. No you could not give him the satisfaction of winning this.

„Are you sure Sorella?“ he whispered. „even if I were to do this?“ he started to move in closer and for a moment you panicked thinking he was going to try to kiss you. Before he could do so you managed to swerve to the left, which resulted in him nearly kissing the wall.

„Oh no no you don‘t get to kiss me Papa.“ you shook your head.

He smirked blushing himself under his papal makeup. „Very well. You win. For now.“ he backed off. „But I can‘t promise I won‘t try again. I am a man of commitment after all.“ he stated, arms spread in front of him.

„You are a player, that's what you are. I don‘t want no player, no short lived night of love, no.“ you snorted.

„You don’t want one night of utter bliss and pleasure, no? We could do it more than once then.“ He snickered. You didn‘t react to his stupid remark and he continued. „Ok ok. I don‘t blame you. But let me warn you. I am terrible at rejection.“ he frowned and chuckled at the same time. He cleared his throat and added „You know this is nice. Just.. talking to a pretty sister like you.

„You call that talking, huh?“ you laughed out loud, throwing your head back.

„Well you didn‘t run away or slap me. That is something. And I have other topics of conversation if you‘d prefer. But I do have one more question?“

You frowned. „I have a hard time believing anyone here would have the balls to slap you. And you‘re papa, if anything they would love any attention you gave them. They are all going crazy over you.“

„Well if you knew how I flirt with some sisters you‘d understand my fear of getting slapped.“ he added sheepishly, earning a questioning look from you. „But you didn‘t answer my question. May I ask you one thing?“

„Ah yeah sorry. Sure, go ahead.“ you encouraged him.

He took a moment to form the sentence and you waited patiently now that he gave you some distance you could breathe again.

„Have you.. ever been in love before?“ Terzo asked, tilting his head. It sure was a strange question. One you had not expected him to ask you now all of a sudden. He remembered that one woman. He was still young then. How he tried to woo her, in his odd ways, he had even written her a poem. Unfortunately it didn‘t work. She dumped him and moved on. She found someone else. He hadn‘t forgotten her. He would never forget her.

Your expression softened. He was seriously asking you an honest question. „Well if i‘m being honest with you I don‘t think so, no. I‘ve had a few crushes yes but never once I would call any of them love. Why?“ You were curious why he was suddenly interested in that?

Terzo nodded. „I was wondering..“ He frowned „You see sorella, I have been in love before.“ He stepped closer again „I tried so hard to impress her. To please her, but.. I wasn‘t enough. She left and found someone else.“ his voice was distant now, as if he was lost in his own thoughts. He himself didn‘t know why all of a sudden he told you this. But something about you reminded him of her.

Hearing Papa share this intimate story with you surprised you. Suddenly you felt bad for him. You even pitied him when you saw his sad eyes staring into the distance. „I am sorry to hear that Papa. It was not supposed to be then. I am sure you will find someone else.“ you tried to lift his mood.

„I hope so.“ he sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling, exhaling. „But I fear she was my one true love. I doubt I‘ll ever be able to love someone like that again.“ he mumbled. „Do.. Do you know what it‘s like to have your heart broken?“ his eyes found yours again.

You shook your head „No.. No, I don‘t think I do. Since I have never loved anyone. I did feel some sort of thing for the guys I dated and they sure as hell hurt me but I don't think that feeling comes close to having a broken heart.“ You stood for a moment in silence. Terzo contemplating your words. „But do you want to hear my opinion Papa?“

„Hmm“ he looked up at you „Sure yes tell me what are your thoughts?.“

„I don‘t think that there is just one true love in this world. If you give yourself and someone else a chance, you can find the one that actually is for you. Just because you believe she was the only right one doesn‘t mean she was. If she rejected you i‘d even say she probably wasn‘t the right one yeah?“

Terzo blinked, his mind blown at her perspective.

"Hmm... I... You... You're right," he nodded, "That's quite some wise advice for someone like you." He chuckled, "Where did you learn that?"

You chuckled. „I don‘t know I just kinda have a „gift“ of seeing more than just one perspective on things. There is always a bright side to look up to. And most people don‘t see them when they are down. And I like to remind them because I want to help them.

"Well, you're good at it. I wish I could have that outlook on things." He looked down to the ground, head hanging low.

„Anyway“ he clapped his hands together and smirked moving on and changing the topic suddenly, "Do you enjoy your time here in the Ministry? I understand it can be boring, which is why I try to make my office as inviting as I can. So my, ah, „guests“ don't get too... bored." He teased. You noticed the very odd looking objects he had stuffed into cupboards or on shelves. Many of them surely occult, some more normal for an office space. Paper stacks, pens, organizers and envelopes and a magnifying glass lay on the desk, some decorative items such as a small statue of Baphomet and a small accompanying dagger with the sigil of Baphomet lay on the edge of his desk. In the other corner of the room on a podest lay a very expensive looking Satanic Bible. Next to the podest stood very high candleholders with halfway burned down black and crimson candles.

„Well thank you. I quite like it here. This place is to my liking.“ you replied „You managed to archive that with your office since i was intrigued enough to come in here.��

Terzo took a moment and looked at you before speaking up again. "Hmm, do you know that you're rather pretty, Sorella?" Terzo asked with a smirk, "I could stare into those eyes all day."

Papa was trying to get her riled up again, to see if he could get her to blush. But at the same time, he genuinely meant what he said.

Oh no he is back again now. I know what he is trying to do. He does not actually mean it that fucker. „There he goes again.“ you muttered to yourself. „It won‘t work man. But keep trying. You‘ll eventually have to accept your defeat.“ you responded.

"Oh, but that's because you haven't seen me really try. Maybe if I tried this...?" Terzo smirked, closing the distance between you again.

He put a hand under your chin and tilted your face to meet his gaze. He stared into your pretty eyes for a long moment, his own mismatched eyes full of fire.

"There's nothing I could do to get you to fall for me? Even this?" He asked. You smirked at him and visibly gulped. „If it was anyone but you Papa I might get weak. But you? No, I could never give you a chance.“ you explained to him.

"Oho, that's what you think." Terzo took a few breaths, steadying himself as he pushed her back into the wall. „Are you flirting with me Sorella? "You said anyone but me but I think if I really did try, you'd start to feel... something. Or maybe.. you already do?" Terzo smirked in return, still holding your chin with his gloved hand, "Let's try one more time, eh? What's the point of giving up so soon? He once again leaned in closing the distance more.

You stare into his eyes, face inches apart. „Papa I am honest with you. There is nothing you could do that would make me change my mind here. I don‘t want a guy to just play me and drop me when he gets what he wants. My self respect is too high for that.“

"And who says that's what I'm doing?" Terzo asked, tilting his head.

His other hand gently caressed the side of your cheek now, slowly moving back and forth on your soft skin.

"How do you know that I'm just a flirt? That I would just drop you like that?" He asked quietly. „You don‘t deserve to be treated that shitty, no.“

As much as you wanted to fight it, his words had an effect on you. You started to understand why everyone around you was so enthralled with him. He was a truly charming man. You knew that the moment he kissed the back of your hand in that smooth manner but you could not let him get to you.

„It’s very obvious papa. You‘re just trying to prove your point here. If I were to give in, the worst you would do is laugh at me and rub it in my face how you knew I couldn‘t resist the glorious and irresistible Papa Terzo. And at best you would seduce me into your bed for one night and the next morning forget about me. Don‘t think I don't know that kind of man! I may have never truly loved anyone but I had my fair share of partners over the years. They are all the same and I swore never to fall for someone like that anymore.“

"Oho, you say all that? And yet..." Terzo smirked, moving his hand away from your chin, only to begin caressing your collarbone instead before he spoke again. "You seem to be attracted to me? You may deny it, but you are, aren’t you?" He teased with his deep husky voice.

His touches and voice was slowly breaking down your walls, but you laughed it off, masking your growing attraction to his very essence. „You wish papa, you wish. I am just trying to be respectful because you are Papa. And I couldn't exactly slap you can I?“

At this point Terzo had to admit he was starting to doubt his impact on her. He simply wasn‘t used to any of the sisters denying him. In fact they all nearly fought to spend the night with him and this Sister here was testing his patience. It only made him desire her more.

Terzo let his hand slowly slip over your chest area, testing the waters of your comfort zone.

"Oh, you could slap me if you wanted to." He smiled, "I doubt you would, though. I think you like me." He moved his face an inch closer to your ear, whispering seductively. "I think you want me to do... this..." he breathed out.

He suddenly kissed your neck and as fast as he had leaned in he pulled back, the same smirk still glued to his face.

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened when you felt Papa kiss your neck. It stunned you and for the short moment you got lost in the feeling before you could shake yourself out of it and regain your senses. You slowly pushed papa off of you. “Nope no. Don‘t do that. I never gave you permission to do that.“ you warned with a shaky voice, not sounding as nearly as convincing as you wanted to.

Terzo chuckled darkly, his eyes glancing upward as he let his right eyebrow twitch, "Hmmm... But I did it regardless."

He moved close to you again, smirking down at you. "It seems you lost all your composure, eh? And I thought I wouldn't make you squirm..“ the last part he mostly mumbled to himself.

You eventually wiggled yourself around between his arms and managed to get a little bit of distance between you. „You are the worst Terzo. You belong to horny jail. Really are you down that bad? I could give you a list of Sisters that would gladly spend the night with you.“ you nearly hissed, trying to get him off of you by luring him with another Sister.

„Ha so I‘m the worst? But you‘re getting all worked up over me bella.“ he smirked, his nose almost touching yours. „So, what? You‘re offering me someone else? Do you want me to take my attention off of you?“ a smug smile on his face.

God he is so full of himself you thought.

You pointed your finger at him. „Yes! Yes you are. You are enjoying this. You are even having fun doing this, you‘re insufferable.“ After you took a moment to compose yourself you continued. „And yes I could give you a list if you‘d like. If that gets you off of me that is.“

„Oh is that so?“ Terzo asked interested.

„Yes I know one Sister who would be perfect for you actually. She keeps talking about you nonstop. Terzo here.. Terzo there.. she literally never shuts up.“

„Now who is that Sister you are talking about, mh?“ he wanted to know. Of course he wants to know. That horny motherfucker. „What is she saying about me? Does she think of me often, yes? Does she think of me in bed?“ At this point he was probably creating scenarios in his own head, You assumed.

„Oh look at that. Someone interested, huh?“ You teased him.

He looked back at you. „Give me her name bella. Let me talk to this lovely sister. Perhaps she can be my little plaything for the night?“

The scowl on your face was instant. „Are you fucking serious right now? All you‘re going to do now is use the poor girl and then throw her away?“

„She‘s not a poor girl if she wants me.“ He lifted a finger. „Now tell me what‘s her name?“ Papa leaned in his mouth close to your ear now, whispering „what is her name bella?“, nibbling on your earlobe. He was messing with you and you knew it but it actually felt so good you had to pinch yourself to shake him off of you.

„If I am going to give you her name you promise me to be honest with her and make your intentions clear? She will not get hurt by you?“

„Of course bella. I am not that cruel. “ Terzo grinned wickedly. „I promise you this yes? No tricks and no deception on my part.“

You contemplated for a moment and ultimately decided it was not your responsibility and both were adults who clearly would enjoy each others company so you gave him the name.

„Sister Emma. It‘s sister Emma. She has the biggest crush on you.“ you sighed

Instead of backing away from you as you expected him to, he kept you between his arms.

„Hm Sister Emma you say?“ Terzo smirked. „What has she been saying about me?“ His Hand slowly, carefully moved towards your face, his gaze wandering to your lips. He couldn‘t hold back his now mischievous smile.

„Satan please Papa, you should ask her yourself don‘t you think? And stop touching me! While you ask her you can touch her all you want or all she wants yeah? So you can keep your hands to yourself right now.“ you tell him, lightly struggling against him. You were not really trying to get out of his grasp. You didn‘t feel threatened by him but you were adamant of telling him off and you wanted him to be the one realizing his defeat, which he apparently couldn't or wouldn‘t anytime soon.

„Hm but what if I don‘t want to stop touching you? You are attractive, after all.“ Terzo smirked, pressing his body further into yours. His gaze shifted to your lips and he reached his hand behind your head to move it closer to his own. You realized what he was about to do and your eyes widened. This time he was about to lock his lips on to yours and you quickly pulled your hand up and put it in front of your face so his mouth connected with your hand.

„I am not your little plaything Papa!“

„Hmm you‘re so close.. yet so far“ he mumbled against your skin. “You want me but you‘re denying it. Why Sorella? Why do you not let me pleasure you?“ his hand wraps around your hand now holding it in place as he starts softly kissing your wrist now.

„Tell me Sorella, does this hurt or does it…“ he paused nibbling on your sensitive skin. „Or does it feel good?“ You could not deny that man knew what he was doing. His mouth felt amazing against your skin but you would not let him toy with you. No, in fact you had an idea.

You were shocked he was being so gentle. „Lord please, you are insane really. How do you even come up with this on the spot? You wiggled around, purposely rubbing against him, pretending to try to get out of his grasp. „Papa, if anyone sees us like that they will get the wrong impression.“ you tried, sounding disgustingly cute, even to your own ears.

"Hmm? What's the problem with that?" Terzo smirked, moving closer to your neck. His voice was gentle yet still full of his playful charm.

He moved his face slightly so he was close to kissing the crook of your neck, "Does this... Make you uncomfortable?" He whispered, slowly moving his lips up on your skin.

You wiggled around more, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, making goosebumps run up your spine. „Papa please..“ you pleaded, sounding desperate and lost.

He groaned „Mhm, that only makes me want you more.“ he chuckled and started nibbling on your skin.

You gasped, it wasn‘t like you were not expecting this. You knew he was going to do it but the prickling feeling on your skin, everytime his lips connected to your skin was not something you got used to easily. Terzo moved down to your collarbone, leaving soft kisses and nibbles there.

„You‘re enjoying this Sorella..“ he mumbled against your skin, with a playful yet dangerous tone in his voice. „Say you like it..“ he whispered.

At this point you were sure he was doing this mostly to prove a point, not to you no but to himself. He was obsessed with you agreeing. He needed you to say it, to give in and you knew he would not stop if you didn‘t. But you were not finished with your plan yet. You needed him to get frustrated before you could get to step number two.

„No.. no I don‘t.“ you whispered back.

"Yes you do, bella... I can tell.." Terzo replied, nibbling at your collarbone again.

He moved his lips to your neck and kissed it. "Tell me you enjoy this..." He kissed your neck again. "Tell me you enjoy the way I touch you..."

Terzo smiled down at you, his gaze still fixated on your neck. Lord he was obsessed with your neck. He looked like a predator, like he was getting closer to his prize.

Your eyes fell shut and your arms came to rest on Terzos shoulders. Just a little more. You thought. „No please just let me go. I promise I will send Sister Emma to you right away.“ you fake whined, your breath hitching towards the end of the sentence. You were nailing this.

Terzo chuckled quietly, his lips still attached to your skin. He was moving to the other side now, repeating the same actions. „Do you really want me to stop?“ His face lingered against your skin, caressing it with his lips and tongue. „Say you want me to continue.“

„N.. no please stop.“ you stammered. Now was the time. You started to move against him, rolling your hips forward directly into his, the movement painfully slow.

Terzo groaned and his body froze for a split second. You had him where you wanted him.

Terzo ran up his hands over your hips, his voice becoming more and more seductive as he whispered to you, "Do you feel that?" He started nibbling your neck again, "Do you feel... how you want more? How you crave my lips against your neck?"

Terzo breathed softly against your ear, "You want me..." He moved his lips to your face, his words full of confidence and lust.

You pulled him closer to you, so his body was now pressed flush against yours. He took that as a sign and hummed, pushing your legs open with his knee, moving impossibly closer.

You waited patiently for the right moment to strike, craning your neck for him to get better access. He welcomed your action by attacking your skin, trailing hot kissed up and down until he reached the spot right under your earlobe. For a moment you relished in the feeling, but eventually you had to make your move. You suddenly grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, switching your positions, his back colliding with the wall. You pinned him down, grabbing his wrists so he wouldn‘t get out of your grasp too easily. „Okay Papa, enough of your teasing.“ You stared at him, face just a few centimeters away, waiting for his reaction.

Terzo gasped. „Oho Sorella..“ his deep voice echoed in the room as he grinned up at you, his pupils dilating, full of desire and lust. You had just triggered something in him. His eyes dipped down to your lips and he couldn‘t stop thinking how beautiful and lush they looked from up close.

„Well I‘m impressed.. I didn‘t think you would do such a bold move on me.“ He looked to your arms, pinning his wrists to the wall.

You mustered up your most seductive gaze and looked him straight in the eyes, mumbling to yourself. „Now where were we..“ your eyes wandered down on his body, pressing yours further into his as your face came closer to his neck this time. You started breathing heavily into his ear and your started grazing his skin with your lips and teeth softly, moaning quietly as you pressed soft, lingering kisses onto his flesh.

The man in front of you shivered, a mix of pleasure and anticipation building up in him. His eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath. „Ohh.. my.. Sorella..“ Terzo stammered out as your lips connected to his neck.

You worked your way down his neck until he bucked his hips forward. You smirked against his skin and started to lick that spot, softly nibbling and sucking on it.

He hissed „Uh yess..“ You looked up at him with your mouth still attached to his neck and he looked slightly vulnerable. It surprised you and deep inside of you something was coming undone. You sucked on the spot even harder making him slouch back into the wall. His breathing became labored and you knew you had to keep going.

„My neck.. is so sensitive..“ he muttered. „And you‘re so gentle sorella…“

Your hands started to roam over his slender body, while your mouth moved up to his jawline, kissing him gently. You made your way to his ear and whispered „Papa you‘re so kissable.. and so tasty.. I wonder how you really taste.“ you continued to nibble on his earlobe which earned you a throaty moan and a whispered „Cazzo“. You chuckled „Are you enjoying this Papa?“ you asked seductively, lifting his shirt up to feel the bare skin of his stomach. Your fingertips softly, ghosting over his soft flesh.

The man under your fingertips shivered as he answered you. „Oh yesss sorella..“ his voice trembled and his eyes were still closed. His breathing became more ragged and rapid with each passing second that you worked on him. „This is..“ he sounded completely lost in the moment right now. „..incredible Sorella… I want you. You‘re so good with your mouth.“ he moaned.

You nibbed on his skin more. „I am just returning the favor, Papa.“ you stated with a sultry voice.

Terzo bit his lip, stifling a moan as his breathing became more shallow. „You are going to be the death of me..“ he said, finally looking back at you and capturing your chin with his hand and pulling you closer to his face. In his eyes were blazing flames now you could see them burning hot for you. „Let me taste you Sorella..“ he nearly begged?? You were not sure if you heard correctly but he sounded quite desperate. Your plan was working out better than you expected.

You raised one eyebrow at him. „Papa I haven’t even started yet. You replied cockily. „Let me take care of you, yes? You deserve this. You deserve to feel good, ok Papa?“

To accentuate the point of your words you rolled your hips into his, you continued to rub up and against him with sensual moves as your lips latched back onto his neck. Terzo couldn‘t even answer he threw his head back against the wall with a thump and moaned out loud this time. You began to move faster against him and you could clearly feel his hard erection against your thigh now. You angled your body differently and rubbed the head of his cock against your throbbing core, a jolt of pleasure running through you and you couldn‘t hold back your own needy moan that escaped your own lips.

Your underwear was now drenched, you were certain and you yearned for more friction. Thank Satan that beside being worked up yourself you could still control yourself. It was all going to be worth it just to see his face after this.

Terzo apparently was doing much worse than you. He was completely lost in the feeling, his hands started to run down your body, every curve and bump he was grazing, until they found their way to your ass. He grabbed it and pressed you harder into his own hard cock, guiding your movements against him.

„Ahh Sorella.. what are you doing to me.. please don‘t stop.“ he moaned. You kept rubbing into him, feeling your own arousal leaking down your legs.

„Keep going…“ Terzo groaned, eyes never leaving yours. He couldn‘t believe how much pleasure he was experiencing with that many clothes still attached to your bodies. In fact he never experienced anything like this. It turned him on. A lot. For the first time ever he began to get worried he might come in his pants if you kept going like that.

„Tell me Sorella..“ he was breathing hard. „Do you want me?“, as the words left his lips, a small moan escaped him again.

You didn‘t answer him, just hummed against the crook of his neck. „I want many things Papa.“ you successfully evaded his question. „And I do need to get laid some time soon.“ you told him honestly. „But I don‘t know if you‘ll be the one for me.“ you still teased him.

„Tch..“ he sighed and ran his fingers through your hair. „Why do you have to be so cruel to me amore?“ „Sweet Satanas you're turning me on so much..“ his voice became more desperate. „Why won‘t you let me take care of you, mh? You can take care of your Papa after that?“ he suggested.

Your eyes found his mismatched ones. „Do you…“ you looked away shyly.. „Do you want to make me moan Papa?“ Your gaze coming back to his own. „Do you want me to moan for you? Do you want me to scream out your name?“ You rubbed your leg against the bulge between his legs, acting all innocent and cute for him.

He quivered under your touch, breathing in again. „Yess.. I.. I want to make you moan and scream. I want you to call for me as you come undone for me.“ he wrapped his loose arm around, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, while the other continued kneading your ass. „I.. I want this, I want us.. I want you…Please…“ he pleaded breathlessly, in his eyes now a mixture between vulnerability and desire. An odd combination for someone as cocky and overconfident as he was.

You distanced yourself from him, laughing out loud, head rolling back. „Now look who is at my mercy now.“ Terzo whimpered at the loss and stared at you with big puppy dog eyes.

„Now you got a taste of your own medicine Papa. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. It will never happen again.“ you exclaimed proudly, smiling down at him. Terzo stood there dumbfounded, back still leaning against the wall, slightly slouched down. It was a sight to behold. You could tell he was lost. Lost for words and certainly lost for what to do now. Not even a frown was forming on his features.

„Now if you‘ll excuse me. I have work to finish. Have a good day Papa.“ as you started to walk away you suddenly remembered something and turned around. „Oh and uh should I send Sister Emma over? You know she might help you with your uh.. condition.“ you gestured to the very visible tent in his pants, winking.

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Isekai Is Not For Me

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Me!!! x Many characters, many medias :3

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 3.9k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Crack, I fuck with everyone (annoy)

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Tired, bored and slightly more mentally deranged than usual, so here have some short stories regarding: “Why I, Crow, would not last in any media as an Isekai victim”:

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Waking up in a dark secluded place was not how I wanted to spend my morning.

Yesterday was the last day of school. everything was good, I got to stay up late, even got ice cream for - the bare minimum - not failing math.

This is not how I wanted to spend my first day of summer break.

So obviously I shook and shrieked and screamed and banged against the walls of my current container, my first genuine thoughts being “I will not be like my ancestors today!! I am a free black person god damnit!!!!” While I push and shove inside my confines, unaware of the… “cat” outside staring in confusion and slight fear.

Eventually the box set on fire and I, of course, screamed louder and began kicking with more force until the front splintered open under the combined forces of the heat and my throwing all 150 pounds of me against it.

Falling flat on my face, I barely registered the annoying voice of Mr. Cat next to me talking his head off, my first thought was if I had my phone. I also noted the floating coffins, first thinking that I would absolutely die if buried alive, then realizing that hoLY SHIT THERE WERE FLOATING COFFINS!!?!?

Jumping up and still ignoring the cat, I waved a leg under the coffin to see if anything was holding it up, then glared above it to see the same, honestly getting a bit scared when I saw nothing.

“HELLO??!!” Screamed a voice and I whipped around to look for its source, not finding one.

“DOWN HERE?!?” I looked down to see the cat I have vaguely seen in the corner of my eye.

“Thank you! Now, as I was saying-“ “Did I finally take drugs? Is this what a drugs is like?” I interrupted.

“What-“ “Alright cat hallucination, where are we, and why can you talk?.. Wait wrong order-“ I shut up before looking away again, staring at the other coffins.

“What was I saying? Fuck… it’s kinda cute that you’re standing on your legs like a little guy.”

Grim had never regretted something more than choosing me as his victim.

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“SHIT TITS FUCK AGH-“

That was what a Mr. Gojo was greeted with as he dealt with a curse.

It was nothing for him, obviously, but he was told that all civilians had been evacuated. So naturally he had to find out who was left behind! Who knows, this could be fun (for him at least)!

Teleporting over, he was met with a teen no older than his first year students fussing over a… video game?

“Hello there-“ “SHUT UP HOLD ON!! Fuck… SHIT!.. Come on come on…”

They didn’t even seem to notice that the area around them was completely decimated.

“Hey kid, where are your parents? Friends? Anyone? Or are you alone?” It’d be easy to get them out of here, just hit ‘em with the “natural charm” and led them out with a grin!

“I said shut up your old bitch, can’t you see I’m doing something! Stranger danger you old fu- Whoa. What happened to this place?”

Wow. They really didn’t realize they were in the middle of a war zone. That was very intriguing.

“One, I’m not old. Two, did you not see the flashing lights or hear the sounds of fighting?” He questioned.

“Two, nah dude I had my AirPods in. Was blasting music, wasn’t paying attention to shit. One, you look old as balls my man, white hair ain’t doing you no justice… also why are you here?” They responded, showcasing said AirPods by taking one out, music blaring from it.

“Hey! The hair adds to my charm~ and well… since you asked, I am Gojo Satoru, strongest of all Sorcerers, here to save you from-“ “No it doesn’t, and thanks I’m good.” They interrupted.

“… Huh?” “I don’t need saving. I’m gonna assume you mean from the funky little guys that are everywhere?” “You mean curses?-“ “Yeah them.” This really was interesting! They saw curses and Gojo assumed they knew of the harm they caused, yet didn’t want to leave?

“Yeah we’re cool. I let them hang with me and they bring me shit and tell me all sorts of stories. Sure, sometimes they’re grotesque and downright disgusting, but they bring me money, so that’s nice.” … Did they have an actual relationship with the curses??

“Yeah I do, by the way you said that out loud. Plus, I think I figured out what happened now, no thanks to you.” He chuckled at that.

“And what would that be?”

“Big guy, a new curse - I assume that’s what they’re called - I just met was getting pissy that I wasn’t paying attention and said he was gonna get someone else to pay attention to him, and then I got sucked into my game. So I guess… this was him getting his attention.” They shrugged.

“Hmm… well it’s a shame then…” Gojo started, they only glanced at him.

“A shame what?” “A shame I killed him, that’s all.” He was expecting questions, shock, anything!!.. But instead he got:

“Oh that is a shame. Fucking loser couldn’t take an old man like you. He deserved it if he fell to some white-haired full of himself pussy such as yourself. Bet I could beat your ass in ten seconds flat.”

“OI IM NOT OLD!!”

“Yeah you are gramps, it’s time to take your dementia pills cuz you ain’t no spring chicken no more let me tell ya.”

… He had to have them as a student.

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Lucifer stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

Batter smeared across the ceiling, metal bowls and pots and pans were thrown about, flour and other ingredients strewn about over every available surface, and the cherry on top?

Somehow, some DAMN way, the back wall of the kitchen was GONE and CERBERUS was poking his head in, LICKING AT THE MESS.

Crow and Mammon stood side by side, drenched in the same batter and some chocolate chips. Their hair was tangled and their hands covered in egg.

“… I am going to give you each one chance to explain yourselves. You have thirty seconds. Go.”

Immediately Mammon jumped on the opportunity to explain.

“WELL WE WERE GONNA MAKE SOME COOKIES CAUSE WHY NOT??? WE WERE BOTH CRAVIN’ ‘EM BUT THEN THIS HUMAN DECIDED IT WOULD BE A GOOD D IDEA TO BAKE A BUNCH IN BULK USING MAGIC-“

Meanwhile the human had an extremely betrayed expression on their face.

“FUCK YOU MEAN “IT WAS THE HUMANS IDEA” YOU BITCH???? YOU HAD THE STUPID FUCKING IDEA TO MAKE BULK SO WE COULD SELL THEM DON’T YOU TRY AND THROW ME UNDER THE BUS MR. BULLSHIT!!”

Mammon gasped while placing a hand on his chest in faux outrage.

“How DARE you Human?? I thought we were in this together-“ “We WERE until you LIED!” “I didn’t LIE!! YOU casted the SPELL!!-“ “Well YOU came up with the GODDAMN IDEA in the FUCKING FIRST PLACE-“

“S I L E N C E !”

Both shut their mouths, Crow having a grip on Mammon’s shirt about to punch him while Mammon tried his best to lean back, a hand on the counter behind him.

“Both of you will clean this mess up immediately after this conversation. Then, you’ll bake those cookies, but only for me and the others. THEN you’ll both go to your separate rooms and study for the rest of the night and following morning until it’s time to leave for R.A.D. And as extra consultation you’ll be making all dinners this week and walking Cerberus as well.”

Both stared at the black haired man in shock. Then Crow smirked.

“What if I don’t? Huh?~ Humans can’t function all too well with sleep! Fuck you gonna say to that, smart ass?”

Lucifer smirked back.

“What of all those all-nighters you pull with Levi?”

Crows grin immediately dropped.

“Damnit…”

“Alright you two, start cleaning.” “Yes sir…”

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When Tanjiro wanted to meet another friendly demon, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

Behind him, Zenitzu cowered and Inosuke huffed with the intent to kill.

Before him?

A large crow/harpy like - and when he said harpy like, he meant covered head to toe in feathers with a western suit vest on with sharp talons long and broad wings with a few more then usual finger-like feathers on the alula - demon whose only human like body part left was its face.

Otherwise the entire thing was a bird, looking like a mix between a crow and something with a long neck like a swan or a crane. It was at least 14 ft tall, its neck making up 3 of those ft with its body being ratioed out to be 5 ft for the body and 6ft for the legs.

It leaned down to face the boys before biting down on its lip and laughing.

“WHYS THE PISS COLORED ONE SHAKING LIKE A LEAF PFFT BWAHAHAHA!!-“

It shook in laughter, throwing its head back and covering its mouth with feathered hands.

“AND THE BOAR LOOKIN’ ONE HAS THE SILLIES POSE I CANT-“ Tanjiro looked back to see Inosuke standing like this: 🧍🏾‍♂️

“A-anyway pfft hehe… what you y’all want?? Like, why are you here? I haven’t eaten a single bitch and the village down the way thinks I’m their protector sooo-“ “Miss. Tamayo sent me to you.”

Silence before another chuckle.

“Ole miss demoness sent ya huh? Well, a friend of hers is a friend o’ mine. Anyway, I got a feeling I know what she sent ya for. Also, might wanna find a way to hide your sister better.” Tanjiro gaped.

“Why you look like that?? Any demon worth their salt could smell her through that shitty box of yours-“ “DON’T YOU DARE SAY NEZUKO-CHAN SMELLS YOU FOUL BEAST!!1!11!1!1!1111!!” The demon stared at the suddenly very passionate Zenitzu.

“I know the piss colored fuck did not just shout at me. How bout before talking about other peoples smells you think of your own. I wouldn’t even have to be a goddamn demon to smell your sweaty ass from here. I can literally smell all the sweat and tears you’ve shed all your life, including all the times you’ve actually pissed yourself in battle. It is an actual goddamn miracle your scent alone hasn’t brought out a demon. You’re just damn lucky I live surrounded by wisteria trees, you know I could just fly out of this forest and choose to drop demons right in the center and your ass to fight them all. So shut that shit up before I make your ass shut up, m’kay?”

The three stared in shock, Zenitzu the most devastated.

“Alright now that we go that settled, lemme take you to the old uppermoon I kidnaped- I mean… borrowed indefinitely!~ <3”

“You what-“

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“CROW!!” “N-NGH?!? HUH EH WHAT???-“

The rest of the class stared at Crow as they woke up from the desk they were sleeping on.

“W-What’s happening-“ “Did you… fall asleep??” “Yeah… why..?”

Aoi slammed her hands down onto her desk, and with tears flowing down her face screamed:

“SAKURA JUST DIED AND YOU’RE SLEEPING??? DO YOU NOT CARE???” She continued to slam hands down onto her desk as she shouted at her still drowsy schoolmate.

“Eh… I mean, yeah I do but like… y’all never cared when I slept through the other class trials? Why care now?” They slumped on their desk, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and the drool from their lips. Aoi seemed even more enraged.

“BECAUSE THIS WAS SAKURA!! SHE WAS THERE FOR ALL OF US IN OUR TIMES OF NEED!” “I mean, I stayed away because I was always a little afraid of her-“ “DON’T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!!” “Damn sorry-“ “MAYBE YOU KILLED HER THEN!”

The room went silent and Crow stood up strait immediately, all semblance of sleep erased from their form. A shadow covered their face as they sighed, then words that would cause an uproar settled from their lips.

“If saying I did will get you to shut up then-“ “You’re going to give up? Just like that?”

Makoto spoke up, silencing the other.

“Really? Just like that? A single accusation and you give up?” “I never truly cared, that’s the thing.”

All eyes turned to them, small noises of outrage sounding from the crowd. Though, Kyoko and Byakuya only listened on.

“The second Monokuma started this game I knew we were doomed. The way some of you looked at each other… I just distanced myself, that’s all. You guys made it easy too, the only person who checked on me was Kiyotaka, and even then it was just for the sake of his rules. After you found out I just locked myself in my room, no one came to check on me. Monokuma delivered my meals because, and I quote “Dying of starvation is a dumb way to go in such an exciting game!~””

Some were shocked out of their stupors when they heard a perfect mimicry of the black and white bears voice, Kyoko muttering about how they were “The Ultimate Voice Actor after all.”

“I had no reason to talk to any of you, only coming out for the trials and even then I wasn’t questioned because I never left my room. So in the end I couldn’t care less. Whether I live or die is in your hands as well as us as a group. I couldn’t give a rats ass about all this ‘hope and despair’ bullshit. I’m tired and willing to sleep until I die, I come to these things as a formality because even though I’m okay with dying at this point I don’t want to see the “punishment” Monokuma would dish out for missing one of these.”

They flipped the hair over their shoulder and blew a remaining piece of it out of their eyes. A hand rested on their hip and a fist on the stand before them.

“If you want me to be as blunt as possible I’m ready for all of us to die, I mean… death would be better then whatever hell this is, right?~”

A grin of sharp teeth revealed themselves to the room, pointed towards the now shocked Aoi.

“So say I killed her. You were so ready to shout it to the not-listening gods so go on. Blame me. See where it gets us~ I couldn’t care less at this point but I’m sure you’d rather stay breathing right? Or do you want to join your litter friend in the depths of hell-“ “That’s enough, Crow.”

Their gaze then directed to Kyoko, who had hands crossed across her chest. Byakuya smirked and pushed his glasses up.

“Why stop them? I say things were just getting good.” “Because this is getting us nowhere. Let’s focus back up. You’re free to sleep again if you truly don’t care.”

Eyes turned back to Crow who was still smiling, through now much more drowsy then mere seconds ago. The waved a hand dismissively and slumped back down instantaneously, breathing slowed and snores soft.

“Now so that we may continue…”

And the class trial went on, Makoto staring at the fallen student.

…

“It’s rude to stare, y’know.”

Makoto stood a few good feet away from Crow, who was sat at a table in the dead of night while everyone else was sleeping. A bowl of cereal sat before them, still cold and freshly poured.

This was Makoto’s first time seeing them so lively. The usual bags under their eyes were significantly smaller and lighter than usual, and their eyes had a shine to them, unlike earlier when they were so, so dull.

“Did… did you mean everything you said at today’s trial? About not caring?”

They stared at him like he was stupid. He hated this feeling, feeling like he was the idiot for not understanding. It was something he knew more intimately since being trapped in the school with the killings…

They chuckled, genuinely chuckled, at him.

“I’d be a liar to say I didn’t, but at the same time I’d be a liar to say I did.”

“Huh?”

Now Makoto really did feel stupid. He tilted his head with caused the other to giggle. They patted their seat and passed the untouched cereal to the brunette. When he refused, the shrugged and took a spoonful. After a moment of quiet filled with chewing, they swallowed and sighed.

“We were being watched, as you obviously know now. Whoever the sick fuck is watching us, they want a show. Now, Byakuya’s figured out that much and decided to give them such a thing, choosing to explicitly be the “antagonist” to your “protagonist”. While Kyoko is essentially taking up the “sidekick” role. Nearly everyone is on your side so I figured you’d need another antagonist, one that wasn’t a one time thing, like Celestia or Mondo or Leon. My whole thing is not caring. I’ve already reaped my rewards for it.”

They stuffed a hand in their pocket and then slowly pulled out a vile of… something.

“Formaldehyde. Commonly used to store limbs and bodily parts such as lungs and hearts. On occasion can be used as a poison because trust me you don’t wanna ingest this shit. Got it a few nights ago with a little note that said “From your biggest fan. I know all about your hobbies so this is a little gift! Do with it as you please.~” Fucking creepy right?”

Their voice went high pitched in mock, but despite that they held the little vile with care.

“I wanted to be a mortician. I love voice acting don’t get me wrong but… Morticianing was more of my calling. But we don’t all get what we want, huh?”

They turned to Makoto, who seemed lost.

“…Don’t worry about it anymore. Go get some rest… I’ll be here every night. Same time. Won’t answer shit during the day but if you come at night… well I won’t say I’ll be an open book but I’ll definitely be willing to talk some, alright?”

Makoto nodded and stoop, but stopped when something grabbed his sleeve. He turned back to Crow only to see a different kind of light in their eyes.

A desperate kind of light.

“Hey uhm… you’re doing great out there, by the way. Maybe I might uh… might give that hope stuff a try… A-anyways goodnight.”

They let go of his sleeve and quickly turned back to their cereal, taking a spoonful and shoving the vile back in their pocket. Makoto watched for a second then smiled.

He smiled all the way back to his room.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍮🧁🍦୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Mammon, Beel, and Asmo really couldn’t say to much at the sight before them.

Old Demons were something not commonly talked about in the Devildom, no matter how much of the population they made up.

Something even less talked about were the “Old Sins” as many called them. Some preferring to use the term “The Chaos” as well.

When the Demon Brothers fell, it was decided by the Royal Society to split the sins across the seven, the Old Ones giving up their titles to live lives out of the spotlight.

But today, they finally met them. And apparently, they weren’t seven.

Greed, gluttony and lust had apparently been one thing at some point, or had one thing in common, that being their representative.

Wrath and Envy were one and Pride and Sloth were the other. Which made for some… odd combinations but whatever.

Mammon was just excited to meet the being that controlled the treasury and economy before him.

…What? Just because he couldn’t hold his - or his brothers - money doesn’t mean he was any less important in the grandeur scheme of things. Beel was the same, wanting to see how the food trades were handled and Asmo… well Asmo really didn’t want to see them because he was already prefect and sure they were probably close as well but he was avatar of lust now he didn’t need to see them-

Long winding rock brick halls slowly changed too polished shiny ones filled with servants dressed to the nines, literally.

They looked like they had stepped right out of a human catalogue from the early 1900’s.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of servants flooded the halls, shouting orders and directions to each other about food and drink, to bring out this performer and who would go next and this and that and so on and so forth.

Suddenly Mammon gaped with caught his younger brother’s attention, who both also then began to look on in awe.

A long, large golden smoking pipe was being flown through the air by winged Demons. At least five hundred men flew with the thing, and they weren’t small either. Taller and wider than Beel they were, faster too with how quickly they were moving the thing.

“Ah! You must be Greed, Gluttony and Lust, yes? Come come, do not be shy! The King wants to meet you as quickly as possible!”

A woman, much taller than them, suddenly appeared by their side. Her skin was a rich black, with pure white eyes, no iris. Her hands and legs were like that of a birds, but still thick and holding muscle definition. Her claws were long and sharp, and perched on her back were two large wings that resembled a crows.

She placed a hand on Mammon’s and Asmo’s backs, Beel in her middle getting shoved along by her midsection. The three tried to make small talk but were met with nothing but silence.

Twists and turn around many different bends led them to a room larger than life. Music blasted from every which way, coming from stages embedded in the walls ranging from ground level to sealing high. Many tables were scattered around with dozens of Demons seated at them, ordering drink and food. Laugher and joy filled the golden colored lounge as smoke from cigars, cigarettes and pipes filled the air.

“Now whatchu doin’ down there not havin’ a good time fo?”

The three were shocked at the booming… voice? Voices? That sounded behind them. Then, they were picked up by a hand the size of the observatory in their home. They were brought up thousands of miles into the air, only to be met by an eye the size of the palm they were sat on.

The crowd began to cheer uncontrollably at the new arrival, the brothers began to figure out why.

They were held back from the face…es(?) that was covered in masquerade masks. A tight fitting mermaid dress hugged their huge form, though it stopped right under the… pecks? Breast??? Of the being. They supposed pecks because the body looked more masculine. One arm held up the pole that held up their main face, decorated with feathers and pearls. A pipe - the one they had seen in the halls - protruded from its lips.

Arms held up other masks floated around as she got a good look at those on his palm.

“Awe look at the lil’ darlin’s!~ I do suppose It’d be ‘bout time we met our replacement! And aren’t y’all just the cutest lil’ things I done ever seen!!~~”

Mammon basically vibrated at the amount of gold surrounding them, Asmo stared at the being slack jawed in awe, and Beel stared down at the food with drool pouring from his lips.

This was going to be a wonderful week.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : All of these were written at times I very should’ve been asleep, so if anything’s misspelled or wrong, no it’s not. Lemme know if you want more of this bullshit tho I didn’t mind writing crack about myself LMAO-

Also take this as some fucked up kind of apology for not posting a lot. Going through it rn but like I said, schools almost out so I should have more free time soon!~ <3

[murmel-malt]

Had a good night’s sleep and put my slightly incoherent thoughts into a more coherent form.

Unfortunately I disliked most of the episode, and even outright hated some parts, so this post will reflect that. If you don’t want to see any negativity about it, it’s best to keep scrolling or don’t read any further than my list of the (few) things I liked.

I liked:

Emma’s performance

I mean they had very few lines and were mostly just standing around looking sad and crying but they did convey Rhaenyra’s grief extremely well.

Harry’s performance when Jace returns to Dragonstone

The way he tried to power through but then crumpled and reached for Rhaenyra and especially the breaking of his voice as he was speaking really got me, I’ll be honest.

Rhaenys putting Daemon in his place

Finally some hint of interesting tensions among the Blacks’ ranks. The happy family the showrunners want them to be is so uninteresting and boring and makes them all look like spineless doormats to me. And especially Rhaenys. Like both of your two children die in rapid succession of each other, you are grieving and mourning and their two widowed partners have nothing better to do than immediately marry each other? and you have no issue with that? ok doormat

And if there is Daemon-bashing or any form of shitting on him I am here for and support it. I simply don’t like him and think he deserves worse. Especially now.

Aegon deciding that it was bring your kid go work day

Little Jaehaerys immediately trying steal the marble ball from Tyland was hilarious and very on brand for Aegon’s son. Of course the small child is reaching for the pretty, shiny marble ball and Tyland being offended was so funny. Literally every employee when dealing with their boss’ kid.

the way they translated Aegon’s desperate need for approval into his behavior as king

That was such an interesting choice and I am here for it. Very glad they expanded on his reaction to the Small Folk cheering for him at his coronation.

Also him turning to his little frat boy friend questioning the ‘the magnanimous’ moniker and the dude just shrugging? hilarious

Hugh Hammer appearance <3

Literally went ‘Omg! Hi Hugh! <3<3<3’ though I am intrigued why he is at Kingslanding and not on Dragonstone.

Alicent’s mom’s name reveal

The writers one-upping GRRM by giving Alicent’s mom a proper name. And Alicent also lighting a candle for Lucerys was a sweet touch.

Aemond just being a menace

His ego is three times his size and it was hilarious to watch him strut around so dramatically. Couldn’t take him seriously for a single second.

the Cargyl twin’s comment about the Kingsguard oath

nothing to add here. it was on point. I wish that all the writing had the quality of this one line.

I disliked:

the way they did Alicole. Dare I say I even hated it

I was by no means against Alicole happening but the way it did made no sense to me and was extremely weird. Both looked like someone was pointing a gun at their heads and forcing them to fuck the entire time.

It is what? two weeks after the end of s1 and their relationship looks like it has been going on for a while so when did it start?? because any time before Viserys’ death is severely ooc for Alicent in my eyes.

I would have totally been on board if she and Criston had decided to finally act on those feelings they had for each other now that Vizzy has bitten the dust but like this? I genuinely thought I missed an episode. When did this happen? Why did this happen? They just threw Criston eating Alicent out at you completely out of the blue.

I would rather they hadn’t done Alicole at all instead of doing it like this.

Alyn of Hull being/looking so old??

If google doesn’t lie to me the actor is 31 (which isn’t old by any means!!) but Alyn is supposed to be half his age. And he is going to marry Baela. At least Bethany is old enough to not make this weird. But I definitely did a double take when the name was dropped.

the way they did Blood and Cheese

I hated the way they had Helaena just sit around without any guards, maids or her family. It made no sense whatsoever, especially after she said she was afraid. Not not just Helaena was without any guard, there were literally none in any of the shots of B&C just skipping through the keep.

And then they had Helaena walk in on another needless Alicole sex scene and cheapen the horror show that happened seconds before. If they, for whatever fucked up reason, had really wanted to do that they could have easily cut the episode off after Helaena grabbed Jaehaera and left to let the horror of that situation really sink in, have the audience on the edge of their seats about what is going to happen to her and Jaehaera and started the next EP with her walking in on Alicole, but no.

God forbid any horrors Helaena or Alicent endure are treated with the same gravitas as what Rhaenyra experiences. Rhaenyra gets two birthing scenes while neither Alicent or Helaena get a single one, Rhaenyra’s grief over Lucerys’ death is treated with the respect it rightfully deserves but Helaena cannot go through single most horrific event of the whole story without it being undercut/cheapened. Not to mention removing Alicent’s part in it just to create that undercutting moment in the first place.

I really see absolutely no reason why book B&C needed to be changed to that.

Stuff I found hilariously indicative of the writing quality:

Cregan straight up telling Jace, Alysanne and Jaehaerys visited the Wall together when it was just Alysanne

Either a glaring and careless inaccuracy or the perfect example of the writers changing literally anything and everything just for the sake of changing it without it making sense or adding anything to the story.

In conclusion:

Despite my severely lowered expectations this episode managed to disappoint me. It looked pretty and the performances were good but the writing was absolute garbage and overshadowed everything. There were funny moments but they, by no means, made up for the other bullshit the writers have come up with.

I am probably still going to watch the other episodes just to see the blonde weirdos all kill each other and their dragons but I have lost all hope that this will in any shape or form be a compelling or decent adaptation. Sorry to be a bummer.

[durrtydawg]

A Taste of your Own

{Sam Drake x F!Reader PWP🔞}

Sam's had his fun with you, and earned thousands from screwing you over. Absolutely ravenous to see him humbled, you've devised a plan to get your own back. You could've been the bigger person and let it all go, but it's much more fun to give him a taste of his own medicine. Right?

PLEASE READ THIS VERSION INSTEAD. IT'S GOT A MUCH BETTER ENDING, AND I SHOULD'VE UPLOADED IT FIRST!

(This is your final warning for dubcon and general depravity- head on over to ao3 for more detailed tags- also, it's very long and plotty, so once more, I implore you to read 'Best Served Cold' to jog your memory on previous events that have occurred in this silly little timeline. TY <333)

((Also love and hugs to @bluewingedangel for moral support and listening to my rants, and @lilsnatch ​ for the girl boss encouragement and for providing me with the funniest line in this godforsaken thing. Ily)) 

Word Count: It’s a long old boyo- 11.5k 🥴

“Got a light?"

 Sam takes a long, slow drag, eyes trailing down the length of a tight-fitting emerald dress, then up to the unfamiliar, intricately made-up eyes staring up at him.

 Exhaling smoke, he fishes his hand into his inside pocket. "For you?” He flicks open his lighter and extends it forwards, smiling. “Sure."

 She thanks him, and he watches her face glow orange as her lips envelop her cigarette in the corner of his eye. He smirks to himself.

 Luck is truly on his side tonight; with his recent find landing him an invitation to a renowned antiquities gala, he’d already spent most of the evening scoring potential contracts with an array of fat-pocketed antiques snobs, too lazy to find their own treasure. Now he’s being approached by a late-twenty-something you’d usually only see in a morally dubious magazine.

 Did he deserve such a fruitful evening? Well, yes, he told himself.

 Sure, he wouldn’t have gotten to where he is now without figuratively (and literally) fucking over his ex for the amulet that revealed the treasure’s location…but you started it.

 Right?

 "So,” The woman starts as Sam snaps out of his trance to watch the smoke billow from her mouth. She turns, leaning sideways against the balcony.

 "So." He mirrors her, intrigued as he drags on his cigarette.

 Her eyes give him a once-over. "The infamous Samuel Drake, right. Talk of the town.” She glances over her shoulder into the prestigious function room inside, then turns back with a demure smile. “Better looking than I thought."

 "Oh yeah?" he laughs, exhaling smoke. "You're not too bad yourself."

 She looks at him for a moment, assessing, almost. “Impressive find, I’ve got to say. Hundreds of people were after that amulet…what’s your secret?”

  Foul play? Deceit? Sexual coercion?

 Nobody needs to know all that, so, he taps his nose. She nods, a hint of a smirk on her lips before she takes a drag.

 Sam's intrigued, and undoubtedly attracted to her. He's almost driven to ask her what her deal is until she speaks again.

 "So why are you out here all alone? Finally had enough of all the attention?" She smirks.

 He smiles briefly, shaking his head, looking back out at the landscape in front of him. He’ll never get enough of the attention.

 "Just needed a moment to myself. Reflecting, I suppose." He waves his cigarette in front of him, flicking a bit of ash over the balcony.

 She smiles wistfully, toying with her necklace. "Shame."

 "Hm?" He questions, taking another puff.

 "I know it’s quite forward…” She begins, timidly. Sam turns to her fully, an inquisitive simper on his face.

 “I was going to see if you'd be up for a…different kind of attention. But if you'd rather be alone..." She stubs out her cigarette on the balcony and throws it over the edge.

 Sam coughs as he exhales, eyes following her falling cigarette as they widen slightly. She grabs the lapels of his suit jacket, pretending to straighten them out, regaining his full attention as he tries to appear unfazed.

 "I can just leave."

 His eyes flicker between hers and her hands on his jacket.

 "Not even gonna buy me a drink first, huh?" Sam jokes, unsure of her severity.

 She smooths her hands down his front with a shrug, before clasping her hands behind her back.

 "Sure."

 He straightens his posture, smirk reinstating itself. "You're...serious, aren't you?"

 "What's your poison?" She simply replies, plucking the cigarette from his hand. She takes a drag before stumping it out whilst Sam shakes his head in amusement.

 Still got it, he thinks. Scrap that. He knows.

 He takes a quick glance between the bustling interior of the function hall, and the stunning stranger in front of him.

 Fuck it, he also thinks.

 "Surprise me, sweetheart."

 *

 For the first time in ages, you’re willingly in the same building as Sam.

 He looks, admittedly, as attractive as ever...honestly, it's unfortunate that the corporate nine-to-five lifestyle wasn't something he'd ever fit into. Seeing him in a suit is always a sight for sore eyes.

 It's a shame he doesn't know you're here. He'd lap up such a compliment.

 Focus.

 Upon further inspection, you notice a beautiful young woman slowly approach your ex as he- surprise, sur-fucking-prise- smokes over the balcony. She gets his attention, and he extends his lighter with a smirk. You shift in your seat.

 That one-dimensional, irritating- no, infuriating smirk sets off a cacophony of emotions within you. Annoyingly conflicting emotions. Again. For fuck’s sake.

 Inhaling, you refuse to give in to being irritated, and instead admire the ornate chandelier above you as you take a seat at the function room’s bar. Once you get the disinterested waiter’s attention, you order the easiest red wine to pronounce- it'll match your dress. A killer dress, might I add.

 You look stunning; fashionable hair, extra weight in all the right places, a little more makeup than usual. Self-esteem has taken a huge leap forward for you since you last saw him, and in turn, you're almost unrecognisable.

 You thank the waiter as he slides you your wine glass, and at the same time internally thank whatever higher power there may be for the invention of the free bar as you swivel back around to overlook the bustling room, making sure to strategically cover the lump in your dress around your thigh with your bag. More on that later.

 You swirl your wine around its glass, watching as the woman runs her hands up his blazer, your nails impatiently tapping.

 After a moment, she turns and begins to walk back into the hall. You watch Sam grin to himself, shaking his head and cracking his knuckles as he turns back out to the vineyard. You take a gulp of your wine, letting it sit in your mouth for a moment, trying not to wince. It’s bitter. So are you.

 You turn back to the bar as the woman approaches and leans beside you, waving the waiter over.

 “You were right.”

 You don’t look at her as she speaks, nor she you, but you bite back a grin as you swallow your wine, relieved.

 “It really didn’t take much at all.” She laughs before ordering two neat bourbons.

 You take another quick sip. “Told you it’d be easy. Can’t keep it in his pants.” She laughs at your comment.

 You can officially tick ‘befriending an escort’ off your bucket list.

 Ah yes. A recap.

 Sam's inability to ‘keep it in his pants’ acted as fuel for your initial fire towards him, and of course, a few months ago, that same inability led to you leaving an old manor house empty-handed, in what is perhaps the most humiliated (and sticky) state you have ever been.

 After some time to recoup, it dawned on you that it's time for Sam's hamartia to really hit him where it hurts.

 Hiring an escort was...interesting, but an efficient way to get what you want. Going through the nuances of your plan with said escort after being promised a hefty discount for doing so was even more interesting.

 But hey, it got the job done.

 “He’s good looking.” You scoff as she says this. You agree, of course, but you can’t give in to that just yet. “Shame about the personality, though.”

 You nod, downing the rest of your wine. “How long?”

 “Hmm…give us half an hour. Text me when you’re nearby.” The waiter pushes two crystal tumblers towards her. She picks them up and turns to leave. Before she walks away, she smiles at you.

 “We’ve got him right where you want him, honey.” She winks, and you crack a smile as she walks away.

 She’s right. You’ve got him exactly where you want him, and you couldn’t be more excited.

 *

 Ending up in some girl’s hotel room on the brink of what he hopes is going to be a one-night stand wasn’t on Sam’s list of expectations for the day. Hope of a one-night stand, of course, because his commitment issues have been through the roof since you.

 That relationship began with what he thought would’ve been a one-night stand, too.

 He’d never wanted a long-term relationship until you came along, and he nearly hated the fact that he was the cause of its end.

 What? No, that’s bullshit! Sure, he messed up. No excuse for you to threaten to kill him, steal all the notes you’d both made on your treasure trail, and fuck off, almost without a trace.

 Anyway, why on earth was he thinking about you whilst he had his tongue down the throat of a total ten inside a swanky hotel room, without having done any of the hard work himself?

  Don’t be a clown, Samuel. Enjoy the moment.

 The ‘ten’ pulls away, breathless. She bites her lip with a smile, tracing Sam’s stubbled jawline with her thumb.

 He sees cogs turning in her head. Intriguing.

 "I want to tie you up."

 Oh.

 Well, that certainly puts a spanner in the works.

 Sam breathes heavily, hands still at her waist whilst her nails trace over his skin. Her other hand reaches the side table for her bourbon. He stares at her, brows knitted together, somewhat lost for words.

 He’s not into that… Is he into that?

 "You want to…"

 “Tie you up. Yep.” She pops the ‘p’, flashing him a coquettish smile, taking a sip before laying her arms over his shoulders. Sam remains silent, mulling it over in his mind as the half-melted ice clinks in the glass held behind him.

 Plucky.

 Maybe he’s not entirely opposed. It's...different. Not something you would’ve done to him.

 She brings the glass round to him, tilting it encouragingly towards his lips.

 "Oh no." She whispers, tilting the glass further. He takes a sip, frowning a little. "You're not…insecure, are you?"

 Oh. The ‘I’ word. Sam's brow quirks. God no, he’s not insecure. Trust issues? Sure. In abundance, in fact. But he’s not insecure. He swallows.

 He assesses her, catching a glimpse of a mischievous glint, and he knows she's just having him on.

 "All right." He smirks, hand sliding down to her hip, squeezing ever so slightly as she places her empty glass down, “But not the whole time.”

 “Not the whole time.” she repeats with a slow nod, fingers entangling themselves in his hair.

 Tie already undone, he single-handedly unbuttons his collar, making a start on the top third of his shirt buttons as he gently guides her onto the edge of the vanity with his other hand on her waist. She smiles into his mouth, letting go of his hair to push back impishly, wheedling a smirk from Sam as he rolls with it, allowing her to guide him backwards until the back of his thigh collides with something.

 He forces his lips away from hers for a moment to kick the chair he’s just bumped into out of his way, but she drags him back round by the chin to look at her. He raises an inquisitive brow, slightly breathless.

 “Sit.” She utters, hands moving to his chest. Sam glances back at the chair. It’s one of those fancy ones with glossy, carved spindles and upholstered cushioning riveted into the seat. No arms. All the easier for her to sit on top of him. Nice.

 He’s not usually one for being told what to do. But what’s the harm in giving in just once?

 He smirks back at her. “You want me to-oh, okay.” His sentence doesn’t finish as she gently pushes on him, so he has no choice but to sit down. He narrows his eyes up at her in a sort of smirky smoulder that she reciprocates as she walks behind him.

 She pulls at the strip of tie hanging under his collar, snaking it away from him as she nips at the newly exposed birds on his neck.

 He relaxes into the chair as her hands squeeze at his biceps. She eventually grips with an exaggerated tightness, pulling his arms behind him, round the back of the chair. Sam laughs in shock of her strength, and plays along, impressed.

 He holds his own hands in place as she gathers the tie in hers, slowly wrapping it around his wrists as he wriggles in anticipation. She loops it round and through, Sam turning his head to try and watch what she’s doing, but he can’t quite turn enough.

 “So obedient. Must make a change, right?” She provokes, close to the shell of his ear. He goes to reciprocate with some smart remark, but she pulls hard on the tie, harshly pulling his wrists together a lot harder than anticipated, and he winces slightly.

 “Take it easy, gorgeous.” He flexes his hands. She chuckles lightly, making another knot and pulling again. “Jeez-ah, Jesus, are you trying to screw up my circulation or something?” He jokes with slight unease as she yanks the knot tighter.

 A buzz from her bag on the table attracts her attention, and she turns her attention from Sam to look at her phone.

 She types something, phone screen lighting up a smirk on her face. “What are you-”

 “Hold on.”

 Sam leans forwards, lips parted in astonishment at her sudden disengagement from her own idea.

 “Uh…hi?” An unamused laugh from Sam breaks the silence, “I hate to interrupt…but…this is kinda awkward.”

 She finally turns back to him as he glares at her, his expression tentative as she moues at him.

 “Sorry, sweetie,” She drawls, forefinger neatening her smudged lipstick. “Just a little…admin.” She chuckles, waving her phone around before sliding it back into her purse.

 Admin? He straightens his posture. Something’s not right.

 Time to plaster on one of his most charming smiles. “You know what? I…don’t think I’m all that into this, so do you mind…” He turns his head to look towards his bound wrists, “takin’ this off?”

 She twists her mouth in thought, and for a moment, Sam thinks she’s going to say no. Silently fretting, he tries as subtly as he can to pick at the knot, but she’s tied it so fucking tight and complexly that he can barely move his hands around to reach it, let alone figure out how to untie it.

 It’s a goddamn necktie. How has she managed that?

 “Okay.” She pouts, clearly disappointed, yet meanders around to the back of the chair. Sam quietly sighs in relief.

 She stands behind the chair, bending, hands snaking over his shoulders and onto his collar. She squeezes his shoulders a little, before dipping close to his ear.

 “A small word of advice.”

 That’s a significant tonal shift. He frowns in perplexity, turning as much as he can to face her.

 “At least get to know a girl’s name before they get you into such a…compromising position.”

 His frown deepens, concern filtering its way into his bloodstream. “What do you-”

 “For someone as intelligent as you supposedly are, you think an awful lot with your dick.” She offers a complacent grin.

 Her phone buzzes again, magnetising both of their attention. She approaches her bag and picks it up- meanwhile Sam’s frown begins to loosen into one of perturbed realisation.

 “What are you doing?” He pushes, knee rapidly bouncing in apprehension. “Hey!” He shouts, as she turns to approach the door.

 He’s indisputably flustered now, and no matter how hard he tries to yank the tie off his wrists, all he achieves is sore friction on his skin. “Where the fuck are you going?” He glares frantically between the woman and his arms behind him, masking his distress with fury.

 “What-” She blows a kiss towards him before closing the door.

 Shit, shit, shit. What the hell is going on?

 There are a lot of dangerous people at this gala, but who has he pissed off enough to get him alone like this? Who was she with? What in God’s name has he gotten himself into know?

 He doesn’t know anyone here, apart from a few old flames from the treasure-hunting circuit…

 No, no. Escape now, figure it out later.

 Escape. Right. Ugh, if he could just get his thumb under that bump in the knot- shit. Lost it.

 The sound of a beeping key card and a click from the door handle should’ve drawn Sam’s attention, but he’s too concerned with getting himself free.

 “I swear,” He flexes his knuckles before turning back around to look at the door, in hopes that the woman is back to get him out, only to tell him it was just some senseless attempt at foreplay, “if you’re not back here to untie me, I’ll…”

 He trails off, and everything falls into place.

 Collapsing into the chair, he wheezes a laugh, his stare saturated with hostility.

 You.

 “You’ll what?" You sneer slyly, leaning against the door as you lock it, tossing the key card and your purse onto a lavish side table.

 He snickers up to the ceiling; cold, humourless.

 “Well,” It’s tongue-in-cheek, but it’s crystal clear that he’s livid. “Isn’t this just goddamn perfect.” He seethes, eyes narrowed in annoyance as he secures murderous eye contact with you.

 “I know, right! Got ’cha good.” You’re chipper. Thrilled, even. He hates it.

 “The hell is this?" he spits, briefly looking behind him to see if he’s made any progress with the knot. He hasn’t.

 You frown, folding your arms as a smile plays on your lips.

 “Take a guess.”

 Sam’s shoulders flex again; another feeble attempt at loosening the tie. He scowls at you.

 "Enlighten me." he spits through gritted teeth.

 You shrug, nonchalantly inspecting your nails. “Let’s backtrack six months or so-”

 “I was being rhetorical.”

 “I don’t care.” You’re quick to respond, and the sudden stern tone of your voice renders him silent again.

 “After that stunt you pulled in Wales, I was livid, and nothing brought me more joy than the prospect of tracking you down and really hurting you. Ending your life, even.”

 Sam shifts, still struggling. You bite back a grin at his slight display of anxiety. “You are a conniving little-”

 “But,” you cut him off, holding your hands up defensively, “After some time to think, I realised there was some sick part of me that wanted more than that.” His knee bounces, and whilst he snubs the idea of looking at you directly, you can tell by the way his eyes focus on your collarbone that he’s listening. “As much as it pains me to admit it, that’s something we both have in common, isn’t it?”

 He shakes his head, you presume, because he’s in denial of his current position. He squints, genuinely perplexed. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

 “I guess you did what you did to me because you wanted to prove you were the one in control, right? You could’ve just threatened me, stolen the amulet, and left. But no. You used me- my body, to make you feel good- hell, to make me feel good,” You lean, tilting your head to force him into eye contact, “As I’m sure you recall.”

 His frown deepens, though the anger begins to subside, now joined by confined confusion.

 “This insatiable masochism, let’s call it, is eating away at both of us, and it doesn’t seem to matter how much we hate each other, there’s always going to be a mutual, undermining need that won’t go away.”

 He grunts out a mirthless laugh, tongue grazing against his top teeth as he, again, tries fruitlessly to wrench his wrists free. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds like nonsense to me.” He mumbles. You tut.

 “Thought you were smart, Sam.” Your tongue toys with your molar as you stare at him. “Regardless, I’m gonna let you choose how this is gonna play out.”

 He gives up with the rope, slumping with an angry sigh. “Oh, how kind’a you.”

 You scrunch your face up in a sickly smile before you crouch in front of him.

 “Let’s see if you can get that smart noggin of yours to make a wise choice.” you form a fist, knocking on his temple as if it were a door; he aggressively shunts you off with a grumble. “Option one,” You push the slit in your dress aside, revealing a small pistol you’ve tucked away in a thigh holster.

 It’s left an imprint. Hmm, maybe you’ll get its outline tattooed as a tasteful reminder.

 You look back up at him, clocking the concern in his furrowed brows just before it’s replaced by his deadpan façade. “I blow your brains out, perhaps like I should’ve done what? A year ago?”

 His lip quirks. “You’re hilarious.”

 “Oh, I’m-” You laugh, unceremoniously pulling out the gun, standing again to lean over him. “I’m not joking, Sam.” The barrel is pushed his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back. For a split second, there’s a flash of something in his eyes as his throat bobs against the gun, like his confidence subdued itself. Fleeting, but enough for you to work with.

 “What are you do-”

 “Shush for a sec, please.” You click the safety off, your free hand resting on the back of the chair beside Sam’s shoulder.

 “Unbelievable.” He whispers, eyes closed.

 “Yeah, not a particularly fun evening for either of us. Plus, I’m not exactly dressed for scrubbing your blood out of this extremely pricey looking carpet. Still, it's an option.” His throat bobs up and down. Your tongue instinctively darts out onto your bottom lip.

 “Your alternative?” Sam’s breathing quickens ever so slightly as he mutters a few choice expletives. His eyes dart around the room as he tries to calculate some sort of escape, but you’re confident that such a chance is nigh on impossible. “You let me, pfft, how do I say it… you let me have my way with you. Get…even, let’s say.” You speak with all the nonchalance in the world, and Sam double-takes at you so dramatically that it’s almost comedic.

 “Jesus Christ.” He expresses, hazarding an uneasy glance at you. “You’re not…on something, are ya?”

 “Nothing but the desire to humble you, handsome.” You wink, catching a glimpse of what you think might be an endearing glint in his eyes. That, or he thinks this is all a huge prank.

 Is little miss happy-go-lucky almost beginning to make Sam feel…at ease? If you can keep it up for much longer, you might see yourself slide into more lenient grounds.

 He shakes his head in disbelief to the best of his ability. “Okay, but seriously.” He chuckles to himself. “You’re proposing…that I screw you?”

 Crass. His grin evolves into a smirk. It’s irritating. Goodbye, potential lenience.

 “No. That implies you’re in charge. I’m proposing that I ‘screw’ you.” He closes his eyes and takes a breath as you continue, lowering your air quotes. “It’d be…cathartic for me. I think you owe me that much, huh, Sam?”

 Sam laughs disdainfully through his nose. “I don’t owe you anything, sweetheart.”

 You bite your lower lip, your brief silence rendering Sam cocky. Sigh. Time to put an end to that.

 “I suppose there’s a third option.” You smile, beginning to drag the gun downwards, over his chest until it meets the outer side of his thigh. His eyes begin to follow, but you harshly cup his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. He grits his teeth, looking up at you with contempt and…there it is again, that microscopic hint of admiration.

 “What if…” You can’t help but let a huff of laughter escape you, “What if I took this gun, rammed it right up your ass, and maybe pulled the trigger?” You bite hard on your cheek as you hold back an onslaught of laughter.

 You can’t help it…the abrupt, pure, unadulterated horror on Sam’s face is enough to send anyone spiralling into giggles. Again, impeccable comedic timing on his part, even if it is completely unintentional.

 You take a pinch of metaphorical salt and rub it into his wounded ego. “We never tried pegging, did we? And the silencer in my suitcase is a good six inches or so, so-”

 “Oh my God, you really think you’re going to get away with this, don’t you? Thought it all through, huh? Some goddamn genius you are.” Oh, the venomous, panicked sarcasm.

 You chuckle, patronisingly pinching his cheek. “Ooo, scared?”

 “What?” He snaps, shaking you off. You let it slide- this is all too entertaining. “Of you?” He laughs. “Just insanely aggravated.”

 “Hmm. Aggravated, scared, Comme ci, comme ça.” You beam.

 Sam scoffs again, shaking his head as he flexes his fingers in irritation. Is that his only form of defence? Idiot.

 “There are people all over this damn building. As soon as you-”

 “So, yell. Make a fuss. Call for help. I haven’t gagged you, have I?” You interrupt, crouching in front of him again. Steadying yourself with a hand on his knee, you grin as Sam tilts his head up to the ceiling, grunting in annoyance. You bite your thumbnail in thought for a second, a playful gleam in your eye.

 “Hold on, let’s give it a shot.” You grin mischievously, pointing at the gun, satisfied with your unintentional pun as you skip over to the door. You unlock and open it, holding onto the doorframe as you excitably swing yourself outside, gun on full display. Like you give a fuck.

 “Hey!” You shout, biting your lip, grinning whilst you wait a second. No one. “I’ve got a loaded gun and my horrible ex-boyfriend tied up in here. Anyone want to help him out?!”

 You wait just a few more seconds. Still no one. You tut, turning back to shrug at Sam. “Guess no one gives a shit. Oh well, was worth a go.”

 You re-lock the door and lean against it with a deliberately dramatic sigh. Eyes falling on Sam, you feel your breath hitch slightly at the way his eyes bore into you with an intense hatred, fuelled further by his own mounting indignity. You approach him again, stooping in front of him.

 You’re really riling him up now- the way his face twitches in what you assume is anger is oh-so-satisfying.

 “Don’t look at me like that, it’s not like you’d do it. You’ve got too much pride, haven’t you?” Your hand squeezes his knee, until something slightly further up catches your eye.

 A smirk tugs on your lips. “Unless…maybe pride’s the wrong word.” Your empty hand glides slowly up his thigh, stopping next to the slight newfound strain in the fabric of his trousers.

 “Fuck off.” He hisses, hunching in an attempt at hiding the tent he’s started pitching.

 You gasp mockingly, enjoying his effort to mask his humiliation by glaring straight at you. “Samuel. Is that a stolen amulet you’ve got tucked away there, or are you just happy to see me?”

 He shakes his leg with a huff, getting you to remove your hand. You laugh, pushing yourself up. “Oh my God, see what I mean? You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

 He bristles, unsettled. “So…so, you set me up with a smoking hot girl, get her to come onto me all kinky and tie me to a damn chair, and you’re surprised that I’m hard?” He asks, defensively narrowing his eyes at you.

 You scoff, scrunching up your face in a doubtful expression. “No, no, no, that wasn’t there two minutes ago.” You bite your lip and prepare to tease before you clasp your hand over your mouth with a gasp. “Ohhh, did all that talk about shoving something up your-”

 “I can wholeheartedly assure you that that is not the case.” He brusquely cuts you off, flourishing his sentence with a short-lived, sarcastic smile.

 “Shame.” You pout, but you’re after more. “So, it’s me, then. Humiliating you.” You question, sincerely, searching for an answer in his apathetic expression. But he won’t give you that satisfaction.

 Sam closes his eyes and sighs, trying to push away the twinge of agreement you’d stung him with.

  She can’t keep you here forever. You’ll have your moment.

 “You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?”

 You stare at him for a moment before you snap out of your thoughts and nod, tossing the gun impatiently between your hands.

 "Then…I think you know what ‘option’ I'm gonna go for, don't'ya?"

 You grin, putting the gun’s safety back on.

 "Quick question.” you begin, throwing the pistol onto the bed on the other side of the large room.

 “Fire away.” He replies with sardonic enthusiasm.

 You jeer, unclasping the holster from your thigh, chucking it onto the bed beside the gun. “Do you have any shame?"

 Sam draws in a breath, then sighs up to the ceiling. "A little. Though, probably not the amount you want me to have.” He smiles bitterly, foot tapping with impatience. Or anxiety…Both?

 You tut with mock sympathy. "Oh, don't you worry. We've got all night."

 You get close, smirk fading as your jaw clenches. “Rest assured, when we’re done, you are going to feel that same shame that I felt after you shoved me over that countertop, tied my hands behind my back and fucked me speechless without a say in the matter.”

 Sam initially refuses to look you in the eye, and instead glares towards the floor, jaw clenching and unclenching rapidly.

 “Hmm. Something on your mind, Sammy?” You ask in faux concern. He hates being called that.

 His mouth twitches and he laughs bitterly through his nose as he regains eye contact with you.

 A sudden harsh kick to your leg sends you stumbling backwards slightly, and you grunt in mild pain. You’re fast though, because before Sam can make whatever move he was planning, you stamp hard on his shoe and grab him by the throat.

 “No.” You shake your head slowly.

 “Shit.” He mutters, glaring at you whilst trying to hide a wince. He grunts at the sensation of your nails digging into his skin, holding himself as still as possible.

 You grit your teeth, widening your eyes with warning. "Trying to get me to call you a bad boy, Sam? Bit unoriginal, don’t you think?"

 "I slipped." he lies, attempting to mask his oh-so-evident apprehension with anger as he looks down.

 "Better make sure you don't ‘slip’ again."

 He looks back to the ground like a schoolboy who’s just been given a week’s detention in front of his whole class.

 If you could see his humiliation levels on a thermometer, they’d be reaching a gentle simmer.

 You want to laugh. You don't. Instead, you stare at his lips. Something about that slight pout he does when he's unimpressed is endearing. He gulps against your hand, defeated. What’s he got to lose?

 "So…are you going to get this over with or are you gonna keep running your bitch mou-"

 A searing sting across the face deems Sam silent. Eyes closed; he huffs in surprise as he keeps his head leant to the side.

 Did you just…slap him?

 You laugh in disbelief. “Really?” You mutter, ignoring the sore tingle taking over your palm as you flex your fingers. “Hey. Look at me.”

 You've literally got him tied to a chair, a loaded gun nearby...and he’s still disrespecting you.

 Fuck it.

 “Jesus! Okay!” He hisses as you deliver another smack to the other side of his face. He squirms, anxiously looking at you as you stare at his crotch, newly entertained.

 No, no, shit, not again. His eyes are wide. He begins to panic.

 “Oh!” You can’t help but laugh in delight. That thermometer is fast approaching boiling point. “Is that…another new thing for you?” You offer a deriding glance at his growing erection, gnawing at your lip. “Samuel Drake. Enjoys getting smacked in the face. Who knew.”

 “Screw you.” He retorts quickly, cheeks rosy- though something tells you not only because of the hits.

 “We’ll get to that.” You snicker as he watches you begin to roll your dress up your torso. You pull the fabric over your chest, and he can’t help but fixate on your bra for a second, observing you in a trance-like state, your actions catching him off-guard.

 Fuck, she’s still gorgeous, he thinks, much to his own chagrin. Smells good, too. Sweet. Like caramel, he notes as you climb onto the chair, placing your legs over Sam’s spread ones.

 Ugh what? No, he loathes you. And now, shit, you’re on top of him- in your underwear- and he can’t pull his stare away from the way the warm lamp light flows over your soft curves and casts highlights in your hair, and God, he’s transfixed by that caramel scent.

 You'd always reminded him of the stuff. Not the ooey, gooey, pretty, golden type, but the hard, chewy type that hurts the roof of your mouth and gets stuck in your teeth.

 Like said caramel, you've also caused him irreparable damage over a long period of time, but there’s something so addictive about you that Sam couldn't ever put his finger on.

 He hates you but, God help him, you’re right about that ‘insatiable masochism’; you're stuck in his fucking teeth and he’s really struggling to shift his craving for more-

 “Suck.” You demand, placing your thumb at the corner of his mouth.

 He stares at you, mouth agape as he snaps out of his daze. "I-" his eyes close and he shakes his head, before glaring at you with a façade of disgust. "No, no, I, uh," he laughs, nervously this time as you single-handedly unclasp your bra. The poor guy doesn’t know where to look. "I…can't do that." He clears his throat.

 "Sure, you can." you pout, tone nauseatingly sweet. You cup his cheek in your hand, thumb moving towards his lip as his eyes are glued to your chest as you hurl your bra to the floor- to his own surprise he doesn't try to shake you off. Maybe because your perfect tits are now sitting right at eye level, and he can’t help but absorb the sight of them for a moment.

 Sam feels himself breathe slightly faster, as your thumb rests on his bottom lip.

 "It’s not difficult." you whisper, gently hooking your thumb over his bottom teeth, pulling his jaw open slowly. Again, despite his small grunt of discomfort, he lets it happen, fascinated by what you’ve become.

 You gently push his mouth closed around your thumb with the rest of your hand, and Sam unconsciously jolts his hips upwards into…nothing. Oops.

 You snicker, and he finally looks up at you, eyes glassy- hypnotised. Though, he must notice you’re pleased because he blinks quickly and settles back into a frown. That alone is enough to send coils of warmth through you, ending up right where it matters most.

 “Just admit it. This whole taunting thing is really getting you going, isn’t it."

 Of course it is. But he’s not about to give you the gratification of vocally admitting it. He despises you. He should bite your thumb off.

 You narrow your eyes at him, sliding your thumb over his tongue. He grunts and tries to jerk his head away, but you hold him in place with a vice-like grip and he scowls.

 “Don’t be sour. This is all your own doing.” you chitter, and he rolls his eyes.

 God, what is she droning on about now, he thinks as you shift yourself forwards, lowering yourself a little.

 Sam feels himself swallow as your groin presses down onto his. You search for his eyes as he refuses again to make direct eye contact. “I mean, I didn’t force you to pop a boner.”

 Grow up. Get your heart rate under control, you’re not sixteen for chrissakes. It’s not like she’s touching your- oh.

 He sinks further into the chair as you roll your hips a little, tittering at his reaction.

 You slowly pull your thumb out of his mouth, rubbing it slowly along his bottom lip before you gently angle his chin up towards you. His eyes close, and you grin as you watch his eyelids flicker in what must be some serious internal conflict.

 “It’s a good thing I’m not much like you.” you lean further forward, pressing your chest onto his, skin lightly touching skin. “I’m slower. More patient.” You lower your hand, undoing the button then the zipper on his trousers. Sam watches, brows furrowed in a wonderful display of trepidation, embarrassment, and of course intoxication.

 Your hand snakes underneath the zipper, but you’re fixated on the lustful haze gradually thickening over his eyes. He writhes a little as your fingers stroke slowly over the remaining layer of material keeping him from being exposed. He stifles a gasp as you delicately begin to palm him.

 Christ. What is he supposed to do? He can’t get up, and he sure as hell can’t control the blood flow to his- oh lord. You squeeze hard, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to release the sound trapped at the back of his throat, so instead, he screws his eyes shut.

 You leer down at him, moving your other hand from his chin, toying with his soft curls. “I can hate you, but still show you love.” You pull back the elastic of his boxers and he watches with inner turmoil as you begin to lazily jerk him off. God, he’s hard.

 His chest rapidly rising and falling, and the sight of him, unable to move while you straddle him, makes heat continue to rise to your core- though you can’t let your arousal distract you just yet.

 “But you?” Your nails dig lightly into his scalp, and he flinches. Still silent, though. “You’re fuelled by lust. That’s why I always knew this was always going to work.”

 Your thumb glides over the head of his cock and he inhales sharply. Smudging a bead of precum back over the tip forces a small throaty groan from Sam, and you grin as his eyes flick up to you to check whether you heard. He knows you did…he’s just in denial.

 “As soon as you can sense you’re going to get your dick wet, all your logic just flies out the window.”

 “Sh…shut up.” He grumbles, leaning back into the chair, unsure of whether his eyes should be open or shut.

 “You shut up.” You retaliate; the hand that’s nestled into his hair suddenly tugs on the roots, extracting a startled moan from him as you pull his face harshly towards your breast.

 He grunts, trying his hardest to pull his head from your grip but he underestimates your strength.

 “Knock it off!” He groans, albeit slightly muffled, but you stand your ground and calmly continue to rub at his cock. His chest heaves in a mixture of frustration and urging- it’s amusing to watch.

 “Open wide, pretty boy.” You taunt, holding him as close to where you want him as possible.

 “I’ll bite your damn nipple off, you bi-ah! Ffffuck!”

 You almost allow him to call you a bitch again, but it’s nothing a swift grab of the balls can’t solve. “I can squeeze harder if you want, Samuel.” You sneer.

 “Go to hell-ahh, ow, Jesus!” You press with your nails, and he bucks into your grip to try and loosen the pressure. “Fuck-f-fine! Just stop that, will ya?” He pleads through gritted teeth.

 “Suck. It.” you force with full sincerity, both hands loosening their respective grip. He stares at you, breathless, scornful. If looks could kill, you’d be dead five times over.

 “Oh. Kay.” He snarls like a spoiled brat, before reluctantly leaning forwards under your scrutinising gaze. He closes his eyes, muttering something under his breath before he opens his mouth and latches grudgingly onto your nipple.

 You begin to massage his scalp as you look at each other; you with smug satisfaction, and him thinking up a million-and-one ways to make you suffer. You’re fully aware of this, but it only makes you more thrilled to be in this position.

 “Look at you.” you coo, humming in contented satisfaction. “Do it properly and I might return the favour…down here.” You watch his brows struggle to hold their frown as his cock gradually re-stiffens in your hand.

 Goddamnit, his shoulders and wrists are aching, and he wants nothing more than to hold you down and choke you out, but he can’t deny how good your hand feels wrapped around him. He can only imagine how much better your mouth would feel- Christ, if he’s going to get anything out of this at all, it’s the ability to shut you up for a few minutes while you suck him off, so he obeys. For now.

 You sigh as his warm tongue swirls around your nipple, his teeth gently grazing alongside.

 “That’s good.” You whisper, continuing to immerse your fingers into his hair- grip looser, but still spiked with warning. He lets out a long-held breath through his nose, eyes fluttering shut, and you take it as your cue to quicken your hand’s pace.

 And so, it goes on. He can hardly believe that this is really happening. Of all the things he’s gotten himself into, this was up there with the most ludicrous.

 As the next few seconds progress, you hear his breathing gradually get more erratic, feeling his head grow heavier in your grip. The bastard’s close.

 With all his might, he’s trying to keep quiet, but maintaining such composure is becoming more arduous by the second.

 You, on the other hand, are maintaining perfect control.

 The heat between your legs is progressing into something that would otherwise be insanely distracting, but your sole focus is on Sam’s increasing lethargy, and how your hand alone has gotten him to a somewhat obedient state. Even if it is reluctant for now. Go you.

 Gently tugging on his hair, you bring him away from you, tilting his chin up so he’s forced to look at you. He’s trying so so hard to remain stoic, but he’s flushed, lips parted with need, thighs tensing.

 You dip down, leaning into him so your lips are mere millimetres apart. “You’re close, aren’t you.” You tease, gripping harder as your other hand continues undoing the buttons on his half-opened shirt. His eyes squeeze shut, but other than his erratic breathing, he remains silent. You lean around to his ear, and he shifts, shoes scuffing against the plush carpet. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

 “Holy shhh-“ He cuts himself off, trying to concentrate.

 “I asked you a question, Sam.”

 Ignored. Again.

 You slow your movement.

 He tries to buck his hips into to your hand in a desperate attempt to gain the last bit of friction he needs to orgasm, but you’re too observant, and before he can quite get there, you let go completely, pushing yourself up and off him.

 Sam releases a guttural, close-mouthed growl of exasperation as he writhes around in the chair. “Of course.” He mutters, and as he tries to regulate his breathing, you kneel in front of him, a conceited look on your face.

 “All you had to do was answer me.”

 He wants to call you every cruel name under the sun, but that’ll ruin his chances of any further physical contact, and as much as he’d loathe to confess, he’s reached the point of no return.

 He pants up to the ceiling, a humourless smile wavering on and off. “All I had to-” He shakes his head, biting his lip in frustration. “You know what?” he glowers down at you. You raise a brow in interest. “As soon as I get off’a this fuckin’ thing, I’m gonna-”

 “What are you gonna do?” You sit up on your knees, separating them slightly, and as you smooth your hands up his thighs, he scowls. You squeeze provocatively, and his hips twitch. “Please don’t say you’re going to kill me. That’d be so unimaginative.”

 Hair twisted around your fingers, you pull it over to one side of your face, tilting your head until your lips are hovering over him. Eyes following your every move, his glare dissipates into a look of muted anticipation as you part your lips and wrap your fingers back around his shaft.

 “Go on.” You push, looking up at him through your lashes, and the sensation of your breath cooling over his sensitive cock is enough to make him squirm and swallow in want.

 “What?” he rasps.

 Entranced, again. Men.

 You swirl your tongue around the lower half of your mouth, allowing yourself to salivate, before you speak again.

 “Tell me all of the depraved,” you push spit over your lip, allowing it to roll down his length, mixing with another droplet of precum as you continue, “disgusting shit that you’d do to me if you got loose.”

 Jesus, you’re hot. It’s no wonder he’s practically leaking.

 “I’d-” He clears his throat in disgruntled disapproval of how hoarse he sounds, “I’d h-hold you down, and-”

 “Where?”

 “On the f-fuck-the floor. On the floor,” he spurts as you pull the head of his cock into your mouth. “Shit…I’d wrap my hand ‘round your throat, arms pinned above your head,” you set a steady pace, bobbing your head as he continues, and God, you’re soaking.

 “And I’ll squeeze, really fucking hard, ‘til you’re crying, beg-begging me to s-stop.” You hum, interest piqued, the soft vibration making Sam hiss. You hollow your cheeks, moving your hand so your mouth can engulf him as far as is comfortable to coax him on just a little more, savouring the salty sweetness that you draw from his slit. “Just before you p-pass out, I start fucking your tight little pussy, and stop choking you only to fuck your throat…just to shut you up for five fffucking seconds.”

 Jesus, he’s hot, too. No, what? He’s fucking rude!

 Watch it, Samuel.

 “Gonna…come all over your face, like the whore you are…fuck, I’m close.” He trails off into a near-whisper. You frown, but continue to swirl your tongue, evoking a deep groan from Sam. He can be a prick if he wants. Call you a whore, by all means. But there’ll be consequences.

 He bucks up; you feel him hit the back of your throat and you gag, eyes beginning to water, and whilst it seems almost counterintuitive, you let him do it again.

 It’ll make your next move all the more satisfying.

 Every curse that leaves his lips sends your core seizing in anticipation- You’re making him feel so so good, and he’s finally on the brink of admitting it, but your clit is fucking throbbing, and quite frankly you’re growing bored of him getting all the attention.

 You watch his torso tense as he holds his breath, and just as he twitches inside your mouth, you rapidly pull away.

 He growls through his teeth, specks of frustrated spit jumping at you as he angrily thrashes around. “No, you fuck- No!”

 What? Did he really think this was going to be some sort of ‘wam-bam, thank you, ma’am’ turn of events? Moron.

 Stepping back, you’re fascinated; engrossed by the way he proceeds to yell every vile insult in the book in your direction. It’s like you’re watching it in slow motion.

 A smirk tugs on the corner of your lips, and it intimidates him- it’s evident in the way he begins to lose his words and fails to maintain his steadfast eye contact.

 He lays his head back, sighing in defeat, chest heaving. “How much longer are you gonna keep this up for?” he breathes, not waiting for an answer because he knows you could keep this up for days if you had to. “It…” another huff- there’s something he doesn’t want to admit. “It hurts.”

 “Aw, does it?” You sniff, wiping your slightly swollen lips with your thumb.

 You leave him on a cliff edge for a moment, sauntering your way behind him, his gaze following you until you’re too far around for him to turn his head. What now?

 Dipping down to the shell of his ear, you whisper.

 “You know what else hurts?”

 His eyes are unnerved as he turns to looks up at you, awaiting your answer. You bite your lower lip, slightly weakening your smile as you brace your hands on the top of the chair’s back.

 “Your tied wrists being crushed by the weight of your own body.”

 He turns to look at you, and confusion sets in as your smile fades into a focussed display of effort. Your grip on the chair tightens, and as your knuckles turn pale, Sam’s eyes widen in realisation.

 “No, no, no, wait!” His plea falls upon deaf ears as you pull with all your strength, sending Sam falling backwards with a thud. His face contorts in pain, but he says nothing for a moment, merely breathing through clenched teeth as he tries to shift into a less agonising position. He’s unsuccessful. Get humbled, bitch.

 “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

 “Yep,” He whispers, hoarsely. Amusing. “Yeah, it- ow, okay. You’ve made your point.” You kneel, before laying down beside him. “Can you just-” He’s all high pitched and croaky.

 “What? Make you a little more comfortable? No.” You scoff, turning to look at him. His eyes plead with you, and you smile again.

 God, his wrists kill. The fucking wood from the chair’s spindles has begun to splinter and break, and it’s digging into his skin, not to mention the ache in his neck and shoulders from his body whacking against the floor.

 Hold on. The wood’s…splintering. Right near his wrists.

 “Hey,” You start, attracting his attention as you straddle him, leaning back on his thighs, ensuring your ass is grazing ever so slightly against his dick. He retains eye contact with you, waiting for you to continue with whatever you were about to say, and as you position yourself comfortably, his hips subtly move under you to stimulate himself in any way he can.

 “Do you think about me?”

 His face contorts in bewilderment; not at what you said- oh, he understands the question perfectly- but bewilderment at your ability to ask an insanely emotional question in such a bizarre situation.

 You can no longer ignore the heat in between your legs as you slip your underwear aside, cursing under your breath as you begin to stroke yourself. Sam cranes his neck, wanting to see everything you do, trying desperately to buck his hips into your ass cheek in an attempt to get himself off, despite the pain in his arms. You, of course, want to see him struggle, so you hover just shy of his reach.

 “No.” You chastise, and he actually whines, throwing his head backwards onto the floor in frustration. “Answer me.”

 “For god sakes, you’re killing me.” He pants. You raise an eyebrow in warning, continuing to smooth your wetness around you, cheeks significantly warmer than they were a few minutes ago. “Fuck- fine!” He attempts to readjust himself, whimpering at the pain radiating from his arms and how sensitive he’s become. “Sure. Sure, yeah, I’ve thought’a you.” He pants. In all fairness, he is telling the truth.

 You hum in acknowledgement as you bring your free hand behind you to fist at his cock again. A cluster of knots twist and turn inside of your abdomen at the sight of his stomach flexing inconsistently, alongside the sound of his desperate, hitched groans just escaping the back of his throat.

 He’s a fucking mess, and as you guide him towards your sobbing pussy, you don’t think you’ve ever found him more attractive.

 Fingers delicately tracing circles over your clit, you arch yourself downwards, crawling forwards so you’re hovering over his torso. Your necklace and hair tickle his chest, and as your lips linger just above his, you can hear his unstable grunting that he’s trying so hard to keep under wraps.

 “When have you thought about me, Sam?” You ask, voice lowered, with a huskiness to it that makes him close his eyes and swear under his breath as you hold him mere millimetres away from you.

 You don’t really care about whether he answers you or not. You’ve still got some interrogating to do, sure, but you’re not scared of him anymore so you’re just enjoying seeing him under pressure.

 “I…I don’t-”

 “Was it when you were balls deep in some other girl while I was doing recon on the treasure you stole from me?”

 Fuck, he adores how disgusting you’re being. How disgusting he’s made you. It’s thrilling, if a bit frightening.

 “Or- fuck- was…was it when you had your handsome little face nuzzled right into her cunt?”

 Jesus fucking Christ. His tip nudges its way into you, and he could come right now. But no, he’s got to pull himself together because he has to feel you. He shakes his head fanatically, eyes squeezed shut briefly before he continues to watch you, dying for friction.

 You’re so close, but you pull yourself away from your swollen clit, studying your glistening fingers briefly before shifting your focus back to Sam’s fervent stare. His eyes follow as you slide your fingers past your lips, smoothing them over your tongue. You beam down at him as he watches you taste yourself, full of an eagerness that he doesn’t seem to care about hiding any more. You release your fingers from your mouth with a pop, making sure your lips shine with your own arousal.

 “Bet I taste better, though.”

 Finally- fucking finally, you sink inch by inch down onto him, and as you draw a groan from him, you force your tongue into his mouth, making him taste you.

 To your surprise, Sam kisses you back with as much desperation as a man tied to a toppled over chair can, savouring the flavour he’s missed so much, and for a moment, it’s almost as if there’s no animosity between the pair of you.

 You feel so tight and warm around him, and he fills you out perfectly; but as you give yourself a moment to adjust, he feels something give around his wrists. His eyes open in realisation, and as his tie loosens from his hands, he debates lashing out, hurting you, getting his own back after all this insane shit you’ve put him through; nonetheless, as you finally begin to roll your hips, something in his psyche shifts. It instantly dawns on him that he…he wants this. All of it.

 So, he keeps his arms underneath him, despite the pain, because the deep breaths and strangled moans coming from you as you pull your lips away from him and rest your forehead against his are doing more for him than ibuprofen ever could. He’s missed being inside of you. Hell, at this exact moment, he’d go as far as saying that he’s missed you entirely.

 And he’s fucking livid because, whoop-de-do, there’s the regret.

 The two of you fall into a sort of rhythm, making your strange position work surprisingly well; the room fills with the sound of your intermittent whimpers and breaths and his pants of your name, and as you nip harshly at the lowest bird on his neck, he swears with an almost painful desire to touch you; If he could just grip your ass, your thighs, pull on your hair and clamp you down on top of him whilst he jackhammers into you, all to see your eyes roll to the back of your head, he could die a satisfied man.

 He could bring his arms round now, right? You’re so sweaty and entranced by riding him that you’d let him loose without some sort of stupid outburst, surely. It’s a risky move, but fuck, it’d be so worth it if you let him.

 A choked gasp escapes him as you slide him out of you completely before sinking all the way back down…and as you let out a languid moan, there goes his train of thought.

 “Oh, ssshit.” He hisses, eyes rolling back as you repeat the action over and over ‘til it’s almost painful. “Jesus, keep…keep doing that. Pl-please.”

 You still once you’ve got him filling you to the hilt, sitting up fully, hands braced on his thighs. Your chest heaves, but you can’t help but look down at him with a crazed smile.

 “Was…was that a please?”

 “I-” Sam takes a deep breath through his nose, face contorting into unsatiated ire as gravity works against him. “Come on, for chrissakes.” He whispers, desperate sibilance drawing spit from his lips.

 “God, look at the state of you. Pathetic.” Fingers finding your clit again, you can’t believe you’ve managed to condition him in such a way, and you revel in the way he glares at you with helpless irritation.

 “You’re pathetic, aren’t you?” God, he’s so conflicted and you can see it. You work your clit like your life depends on it, and your thighs begin to tremble. “Hah. Still think I’m a bitch, huh? Well, who’s the bitch now?” You bite your lip, laughing hysterically as your eyes flutter closed.

 Sam can only gawk at you in morbidly curious awe. Who are you? Had you been quashing this side of you the whole time you were together?

 No. No. He wants to finish. Needs to. He can’t get the friction he needs at this angle whilst your being so fucking selfish, but he doesn’t have to screw around waiting any more.

 He gave you what you wanted and you’re still denying him of the one good thing he’s allowed to take from this. That awe begins to dissolve into a rage as he thinks fuck this. You’ve had your fun. You can’t shoot him if he’s holding you down.

 “Too far, princess.” He mutters, with a sort of depraved smirk emerging on his lips that you’re too immersed in your own pleasure to see. You frown for a second, but he feels so good inside you, you keep rocking your hips back and forth, superbly stimulating your aching pussy from all angles.

 It’s not until you feel a harsh, stinging tug at the side of your scalp that you tense in fear and stop moving.

 Sam yanks your head to the side so harshly that it’s a surprise he doesn’t tear out a chunk of your hair. With a high-pitched cry, you’re sent rolling off him onto your back, and after taking a second to become fully aware of the fact that the fucker has gotten loose, you scramble onto your front, preparing to bolt for the gun laying on the bed. No, no, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen! What are you supposed to do now?! You can’t really use the fucking gun, can you?

 Sam massages his wrists and cracks his neck as he finally stands, before wrestling his shirt, shoes and trousers off in quick, irate succession. His chest heaves, and he snaps the elastic of his boxers back onto his hip, though you can see he’s still rock hard through the material. He’s also quietly enraged. That’s dangerous.

 “Pathetic, huh?” He sniffs, words full of spite as he stalks behind you.

 Adrenaline floods its way into your stomach as you reach the bed, but just as you reach for the gun to keep him at bay, a swift grab of the chain of your necklace has you flying backwards into Sam’s chest with a choked gasp.

 “You know what else is pathetic?” He holds you, one hand gripping you by the throat, the other arm snaking tightly around your waist. You can't kick your legs because they're clamped between the side of the bed and his own. Sam lowers his mouth to your ear as your eyes begin to water, not so much with fear, but with the frustration of your plan going to shit.

 “No back up plan.” He laughs. “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?”

 “Get…off.” You huff, exasperated as he pushes you face down onto the edge of the bed, pressing himself over you.

 “Sorry, sweetheart, you’ve got me all riled up, so, no can do.”

 You whine in response as you feel his bulge pressing into your ass cheek. You wriggle and writhe as much as you can, though after a moment, you don’t fail to notice that it’s the sides of your throat that he’s squeezing- not your windpipe. He’s not trying to harm you… Instead, history is about to repeat itself.

 At least this time it’s on a bed, not a freezing cold, stone counter.

 “Wanna know what’s really screwed up?” He says, hand tangled in your hair to keep you pressed down as your brain begins to feel fizzy. You whimper sporadically, trying hard to at least get your arms free from under your stomach before you lose all cognitive ability. “This is just gonna keep happening…isn’t it, you an’ me.” You feel the crotch of your underwear get pulled aside as his freed cock nudges at your cunt again, though this time, it’s harsh and selfish and it’s clear that Sam’s not really in a mercy-giving mood as he brutally shoves himself all the way into you, giving you no time to respond.

 “Jesus Christ!” You yelp, feeling as though your cervix has just been punched. “Shit, Sam-ah!” He pulls himself out of you, and does it again, and again, and you swear you hear him laugh over the increasing volume of your heartbeat, because he knows it hurts you, but lord help you, it feels fucking wonderful at the same time.

 “We’re both obsessed with each other, aren’t we?” He growls, and you want to retaliate, but he’s fucking all the air out of you that hasn’t already been taken by his hand around your throat, and you’re beginning to lose all sense of everything around you.

 “Fucking hate you.” He quickens the pace; rough, deep, his grunts sending you closer to the edge as you close your eyes, tears squeezing their way out. You can’t believe how easily you’re giving in to him- how quickly everything’s gone to shit, but you literally can’t form any thoughts as he hits you in all the right places. “Hate you.” He repeats, and you couldn’t agree more, “but-shit-can’t get enough ‘a you.” A series of long-held groans and pants escape you as he briefly pulls out of you, letting go of your throat to flip you onto your back. You’re too dazed to fight back in any way, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t fucking care anymore. That was what you wanted to hear. Sam wants you.

 He climbs up, hovering over you as he scoops you up and drags you further onto the bed, your arms splayed out beside you, head flopped to the side as you let blood flow back towards your brain. Your eyes fall on the pistol that rests just out of reach. Even if you could grab it, you can’t fucking use it, can you?

 “Hey,” he slaps your cheek, gripping your face to force your eyes in his direction. He holds you there, cheeks squished as his dick remains unmoving inside you. He’s flushed, vicious, and gorgeous- you stare up at him, anticipating, wanting. Just like him. “Look at that damn gun again, and I’ll shoot you myself.”

 “Good luck with that.” You mumble, cock-drunk smile on your face as you stare lazily up at him, content. He glowers at you, waiting for further explanation as he starts drilling into you yet again, letting go of your face to hike your thigh up further. “It’s not loaded.” You wheeze. “You can’t get enough of me.” You tease, fall into a series of intoxicated giggles as he…slows? No!

 Not ideal. Why did you fucking tell him about the gun?

 His eyes scrutinise your face. There’s no deceitful glint from you. No obvious sign of a lie. Just an anxious look that says ‘get on with it, you annoying bastard.’

 He realises that you never intended to shoot him- of course you didn’t. You couldn’t do it before. Besides…you want him, Sam wants you- it’s painfully obvious on both sides, but you’re two toxic idiots who constantly want to one-up each other; a relationship is impossible.

 He does, however, smirk to himself at the prospect of a toxic ex-partners with benefits situation, enjoying the sight of you trying to get him to move above you. You’re sick of his smug stare, so you attempt to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. He complies, fucking you again, with a few nips to your neck.

 “So, you really did all this just to have your pretty little pussy filled up, huh?” He tries to confirm his theory in a way that matches the depravity of this entire situation, before he accuses you of being a ‘whore’ once again; you discreetly nod, but this time it doesn’t piss you off. In fact, it does quite the opposite as you feel the coil in your abdomen tighten drastically. You moan through your bitten lower lip, tits bouncing, sweat beading on your forehead as he cages you in.

 “W-wanted to hah-have the power for once,” You stutter between gargled moans as you feel his movement begin to become slightly unsteady. “To watch you sss-squirm, oh god.” You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper into you as he chuckles into your neck.

 “Power?” He laughs, “Jesus, girl, you’ve got all the fucking power. Want you…all the damn time.” He lethargically admits, head lifted, eyes closed as he focuses on his fast-approaching climax. “I’m-gonna come inside you. That what you want?” Is he genuinely asking? You can’t tell. But yes. Of course, that’s what you want, so you nod desperately, a whimpered plea escaping you.

 The sound of wet skin on skin and the desperation in your voice is all it takes for Sam to lose his mind once more, head falling back down into the crook of your neck as you drag him close to his peak for what feels like the thousandth time. He groans, the thought of such a long-awaited release pushing him over the edge, and all too soon he can feel himself twitching and spilling inside of you.

 The sudden warmth of his cum filling you, and the deep, almost animalistic groan that tumbles out of his mouth and vibrates into your skin pushes you over the edge as well, your arms unconsciously tightening around him, nails clawing into his back as your body quakes with long-anticipated pleasure.

 “Fuck, I’m-” you interrupt yourself with a rasped, muted scream as you come. He squeezes onto you as he empties himself fully, actions becoming languid and sloppy as he lets out one final string of curses. He feels you contract and spasm around him; every shudder and convulsion of your body and every messy, lurid cry that stutters out of your mouth as you orgasm causes him to smile between zealous breaths. God, he’s missed you.

 After a moment, Sam opens his eyes, seeing your head strewn backwards, throat bobbing as you gulp in warm air, your bare chest heaving from exertion. You stay, just for a second, basking in the afterglow as your respective heart rates force themselves back to a steadier state; Savouring a comforting warmth that you both fear will very shortly dissipate back into unsullied hostility.

 He slowly pulls himself up, sliding out of you with a wince. You feel this, and almost instantly snap out of your post-orgasm haze, breathlessly clambering away in fear of what he might do to you. You hadn’t planned for this. As you huddle yourself against a post on the bed, trying to think of what to do, you think he might actually kill you.

 Instead, he flops onto his back, and you stare at each other; on edge, ravished, rapt, and also a little pained from such a drawn-out release.

 Sam clearly senses your fear, somewhat disappointed by your sudden departure from his proximity. “I’m…not gonna do anything. I’m fucking spent, all right?” Your eyes shift warily around him as he takes on an uncharacteristic, and totally unanticipated-in-this-situation soft tone. “Look. I don’t know about you, but I think I’d prefer it if we just kept screwing instead of threatening to hurt each other twenty-four-seven.”

 Your brows furrow in anxious confusion. You agree. But you don’t want to say it. He’s a renowned trickster.

He tilts his head up to look at you before rubbing his hand over his face with an exasperated sigh. How can he prove his honesty to you?

 “You’ve got this room all night?” He finally asks, voice husky.

 “Yeah.” You respond, feeling a little safer at the fact that he’s still splayed out on the bed, visibly exhausted. This is all so, so strange.

 “Good.” He starts with a grin. “‘Cause I’m gonna tie you to that chair and eat you out til I make you squirt again.”

 Oh. Oh.

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Finally gotten around to watching the three so far released episodes of My Adventures with Superman (in a way that is Totally Legal(TM) I Swear), and I love it! Its very sweet, very cute, just a really sunshine show with a lot of room to grow and some nice intrigue thrown in right away to let quietly simmer throughout it, very good.

A few noteable things i liked:

* Superman. Supes is...so good here. Just the perfect blend of modern Good Boy Shonen Protag and classic Farm Boy Clark he’s been since the 90′s. He’s a delight. Specifically I really liked how they established how central his “I’m here to help” thing to his character right off. He had a kite stuck on a tree, and his powers didn’t awaken when he wanted to this (very very slightly) selfish thing. A person is in danger? His powers roar to life right away. Pitch Perfect Superman.

* Lois!! She’s such a delight, honestly. Its a bit jarring since I just finished binging the old Superman cartoon from the 90′s, in which Lois is the hardass experienced reporter she’s been in just about everything since the late 90′s, but new Lois here is still very recognizably Lois Lane, the reporter that doesn’t think twice about putting herself in danger for a story, she’s just more puppy dog about because we get Intern Lane for the first time in a while. A thing I really liked about her is that, yeah, she wants to interview Superman for the big scoop...but her initial and main driving motivation for that is that she wants to say thank you to the person who saved her life. That’s just great.

Also also these two are totally a Gohan X Videl Au fanfic with the names changed and I am all for it lets fucking GO.

 A couple things I’m undecided on:

* Fuckboi Deathstroke is...a choice. That’s for sure. I’m really torn because im so used to Slade being this totally in control, always scheming older dude with a rancid vibe you can only get from dating a 15 year old. (YEAH THAT’S A THING, YOU THINK HIS DYNAMIC WITH TERRA WAS FUCKED IN THE CARTOON??? HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW). So him being this young is throwing me. Granted, he’s still a douche, and a slimeball, and he introduces Amanda Waller into the narrative right away and I am always game for The Wall to show up and make things difficult, so I’m in the middle here. Lets see what they do.

* I want to like Jimmy, I do, but there’s just something about his energy that seems too...desperate. I dunno I think he needs a bit more fine tuning with his writing because he’s just a bit...too much for me. Which is not that bad honestly, he has his good moments, specifically when he teases Lois about Clark, but unlike those two he’s too surface level. Sure he and Lois stick around to help people but that’s...basic. Lois is driven to be a real reporter and is willing to stick her head into any bear trap that looks interesting enough. Jimmy is a...conspiracy theorist...lovely.

Okay, real talk, can we stop making conspiracy theorists main characters? Or treat it as some cute quirk? Because I swear these guys are never likeable enough to hold major screen time every episode. I swear if Jimmy says some bullshit about Lizard People I am going to McFreakin lose it.

And just because he’s right about the aliens and meta-humans and all the other shit doesn’t make that gimmick any less annoying! Give the guy something else! If he isn’t Superman’s Pal anymore, okay sure fine shifting dynamics is fine, but maybe give more weight to him and Clark knowing each other since college? Maybe have him visit his folks and show off how much he cares for Clark as a friend more specifically without the tinfoil hat bullshit? Please?

Anyway major nitpick above besides, good show! Go watch it! In a way that is totally legal but is sure to not give anyone in WB any money.