#but like as in a glass of it and he mixed together with ice cubes made of any other pronouns you know

[catinasink]

*asks u ur pronouns* :3

blblblb it/he rn i think

[thestarkinternship]

Gorgeous

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: You have a boyfriend, and Bucky knows this. But there's nothing that the two of you hate more than what you can't have.

Word Count: 2.8k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, cheating, praise, slight exhibitionism (communal area of the compound), 18+, minors DNI!

A/N: Okay I'm slowly finding my footing in writing stuff like this, but I'm really happy with how this turned out. Inspired by the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift - expect a lot more one shots inspired by songs, I have a whole list!

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"I can't believe your boyfriend let you come here alone tonight."

You turned your head to see Bucky Barnes, with his signature smirk plastered on his face. Great. So much for a chilled night in of drinks with your teammates. Now you'd be spending the whole evening staring at his stupidly smug face. A face that was impossibly good looking. His jawline alone looked like it could've been carved from stone, and his full lips that were only good for sarcastic comments.

Stop it. You have a boyfriend. You scolded yourself.

Instead, you tried to remind yourself of the negatives (not that there were many). Beneath the obvious attraction, you found his arrogant yet charming personality infuriating. And that was before you guys added alcohol into the mix.

Leaning back against the counter to your side, his arm brushed up against yours. The supple leather of his jacket sparked tension and goosebumps as it glided across the exposed skin of your bare arm.

You rolled your eyes at him, shifting to put a little much needed distance between the pair of you for good measure. You wanted to ignore him. To not bite at his obvious flirtatious taunts. But you couldn't resist. "What? You mean I can't hang out with friends without my boyfriend's approval? He doesn't own me, you know. I can do whatever I damn well please."

Bucky's smile twisted into a crooked grin as he raised his mismatched hands in defence. "Alright, alright. You're your own woman and all that. So, if he's not here tonight breathing down your neck, where is he?"

"He's at a club downtown." You told him, reaching for a bottle of liquor. If you were going to have this conversation about your missing boyfriend with the most infuriating member of the team, you definitely needed another drink.

"Oh yeah? And what's so important that he's gotta tear himself away from you?" Bucky asked, cocking his head to one side.

"God knows what." You muttered under your breath. The truth was, your relationship had been rocky for a while. You couldn't seem to agree on anything lately. And spending time together? You'd forgotten what that felt like. More and more, he had been staying out late, every feeble excuse causing deeper cracks in your fragile love life.

But you didn't need to say any of this to his face. It was like Bucky could read your mind. Now, he looked you up and down. "Well, he's really missing out."

Bucky's flirting, whilst harmless most of the time, was really starting to get to you tonight. And he looked so gorgeous doing it that it made you mad.

"Why are you with him anyway? Isn't he a little old for you?" He teased, sipping his drink. The ice cubes bobbed in his whiskey, clinking against the crystal glass.

"He's not that much older than me," you pointed out, "God forbid I dare to like an older man."

"Maybe it's not the fact that you like an older man that I'm questioning." Bucky mumbled under his breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Your eyes narrowed. But no sooner had the question left your lips had you started to figure out the intention of his words all by yourself.

Could it be the fact that you were dating an older man that wasn't him?

Not wanting to wait for Bucky to confirm this thought, you downed your glass and walked off to find Natasha. Maybe it was the quick rush of alcohol as it flooded your senses, but your heart was definitely beginning to beat faster.

-

You had managed to avoid Bucky for the rest of the night. Every time you caught his eye, you quickly redirected your gaze elsewhere. You engrossed yourself in gossip with Natasha, in jokes with Sam, and in drinking games with Yelena. But not even the best distraction in the world could take away the thoughts of your earlier conversation with the super soldier. And when your boyfriend text you, saying not to bother waiting up for him, it only got worse. Why were you so concerned with maintaining a relationship with someone who didn't share the same sentiment?

"Hey, I think i'm gonna head to bed." Natasha slurred after a while, nudging you slightly and pulling you from your thoughts into the present. Her eyes seemed weary as her drunken state turned into one of exhaustion.

"It is getting quite late." You sighed and scanned the room. The once full lounge had dwindled into strays as the Avengers slowly retired to bed one by one as the night had gone on. Now, only a couple remained. You finally couldn't resist sneaking a glance at Bucky across the room. Almost immediately, your brain spiralled and you had unwillingly allowed your mind to once again be consumed by him.

Biting your lip, you tried not to admire the way he looked tonight. Maybe it was the drinks taking effect, but even you had to admit Bucky was looking better than ever. His black t-shirt pulled taunt across his chest, looking like it could rip open with even the smallest twitch of his muscles. That particular image lingered in your mind longer than you would've liked, or cared to admit. Lustful thoughts suppressed those of guilt. Granted, simply possessing sinful ideas wasn't cheating. But if you didn't get rid of them soon, who knows what they might cause you to do?

Natasha hopped off the bar stool, her feet wobbling as she reached the ground. "You coming?"

As you looked into her eyes, it was clear that she knew something was up with you. But she couldn't quite put her finger on what. Maybe that was for the best.

"I think I might hang out here for a little longer." You said slowly, trying to keep your voice light and casual.

"You sure?" Natasha pushed, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.

"Yeah, I'm not really tired." You shrugged, giving her a small smile in an attempt to appease her curiosity.

After a long minute, Natasha relaxed. "Okay. If you insist."

You exhaled a small sigh of relief. "Goodnight, Nat. See you at training tomorrow."

The red head squeeze your arm gently as she left. Sat there alone, you realised how quiet the large room had become. You nursed your empty glass for a moment longer before setting it down on the counter top. In the absence of the party music, the clink it made against the marble surface was deafening in the newfound silence. You swore you actually saw Bucky flinch a little bit from the opposite side of the room.

"What are you still doing up? You waiting for your boyfriend or something?" He asked quietly.

"He's… he's not coming back tonight," you mumbled, "apparently going out with people he doesn’t even know is more important than my feelings."

Bucky's eyes filled with pity as he looked at you. "Oh, that's- i'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It's not your fault that my relationship's on the rocks." You mumbled, even though deep down, you knew that wasn't exactly the truth.

"It is?" He asked. Curiosity got the better of him, and Bucky closed the distance between the two of you as he walked over.

You nodded, not trusting your words until you gave yourself time to think.

"Am I allowed to ask why? Or are you going to ignore me again like you have for the whole night?" His tone was mocking, but underneath there was a softer edge. Bucky had been hurt by your ignorance.

You sighed, feeling bad about how you were acting towards him. It wasn't fair, but what could you say? You hesitated a little, but decided to be honest. "You should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you."

Bucky's face twisted in confusion. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

It was now or never.

"Every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I might sink and drown and die." You whispered. You had never meant it more than you did in that moment. Right now, they were flashing deep blue, a vast ocean as he studied you.

But the truth was finally out there, and Bucky was just as surprised as you were that you had finally come out with it. He stayed quiet, and you took the opportunity to continue.

"I can't stop myself from being attracted to you."

"You have a boyfriend." He muttered, looking away.

"I know. And there's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. That's why i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way."

Bucky's jaw clicked as his eyes flickered up and down your face, waiting for you to say you were messing with him. When you didn't, he groaned at the position you were putting him in. Finally, his flirtatious comments had wormed their way into your head, and he didn't know how to behave anymore. He wanted you. He had been wanting you ever since he'd laid eyes on you.

With the increasing urge to act on his heart rather than his head, Bucky's resilience weakened. As you stood in front of him, cheeks flushed rosy with nerves and eyes bright with what could only be described as hope, his heart pounded in his chest.

Then, he decided to hell with it - if you could be honest, so could he. "You're ruining my life by not being mine, doll."

Fuck it.

Your lips were on his in a second, taking his breath away and keeping it for yourself. Curling your hands through his hair, you pulled his head closer as your nails scratched lightly at the nape of his neck. He hissed into your mouth slightly, and the sound faded into a soft moan. His hands ran down your back to your hips, digging into the soft flesh. Tracing the waistband of your skirt, Bucky smirked as he heard your delicate breathing hitch. He pulled back an inch, equally as flustered.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you." You whispered.

His lips sucked at the sweet spot on your neck before leaning into your ear. "Mm, is that so? What about-"

"Don't say his name. Not now." You whispered.

His wrists jerked violently, spinning you around in his arms. His chest pressed up against your back, his heart beating fast. Bucky's lips met your neck in gentle kisses, and your head fell slack back against his shoulder. Goosebumps arose as he gently teased your skin. Pulling your hips back with his left hand, he pushed your back forwards with his right. You barely had enough time to brace yourself before your front sprawled out across the marble. The cold from his vibranium fingertips spread like a chill up your spine.

Before you could protest, you felt his hand slide up the inside of your thighs. He lifted the hem of your skirt up, deliberating taking his time as he marvelled at the slow reveal of your bare skin. Shivering, your hips pushed back needily against his. He groaned under his breath as he felt your desperation. Through his tight jeans, you could feel his hardening cock straining in the denim.

His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, already slick with your arousal. He toyed with the damp fabric, moving it aside before pushing one finger gently into you. That first moment of intimate contact between the two of you was heavenly. As Bucky's finger stroked upwards against that sweet spot, you bit your lip to suppress a moan.

"Don't be shy, princess. It's okay, I know how much you want this," Bucky murmured, daring to add another finger, "let me hear those pretty sounds."

When he added that second finger, you were done for. Your mouth fell open and you couldn't hold back any more. They curled inside of you, brushing that sensitive spot over and over again. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you finally gave in to him and let out every single noise you'd been holding back. The soft cries fell from your lips as he pushed you so close to the edge with his fingers alone.

"That's it, baby. God, you sound like heaven. Can't wait to hear what noise you make when I finally take you."

Just as you teetered the edge of your orgasm, he snapped you back from that ledge with the sudden loss of his touch. You opened your mouth to complain when you heard the metal buckle of his belt clatter as he undid it. Bucky stepped closer, and you felt the head of his cock push between your folds. Nudging your legs slightly further apart, Bucky leaned against you. He rubbed back and forth slowly, every second feeling like an hour.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked in a hushed voice. It was a sharp contrast to how his previous behaviour, but his need for your consent on actually going through with cheating on your boyfriend outweighed his desire for you.

You hesitated, the reality of what was about to happen finally settling in your brain. As guilty as you felt, this was what you wanted. For so long, you had felt so much shame in your pining. But Bucky wasn't judging you for it. He was more than willing to comply, if it was what you truly wanted. And in that moment with one simply nod, you decided that it was.

With that, his hands trailed up to your hips, gripping slightly as he eased into you. Your breathing hitched at the stretch as your body adjusted to his size. It wasn't like your boyfriend was small, but damn - Bucky was something else entirely.

He didn't stop until he was fully seated in you, his hips meeting yours. The sensation was everything you imagined and more. Filled to the brim with the breath knocked out of you, your eyelids fluttered shut.

"Fuck, doll. Look at you, taking it all so well." His sweet murmurs fell from his lips as he breathed heavily.

He drew his hips back slowly, before moving back in. Bucky listened to your quiet purrs, carefully increasing his pace the more he sensed you relaxed. Before long, he was pounding into you as fast as his body would allow. He kept his focus on the sight of you in front of him, back arched across the counter top taking every inch of him that he had to give you. His hand slid up your back, reaching for your hair and grasping it in his fist. You whimpered as he tugged on your hair, forcing your head upwards. It was something you'd never done before and by the way your walls clenched around him, Bucky could tell you were enjoying it.

"Feel so good around me…" Bucky breathed, his grip on your hips getting tighter with every thrust.

Every sharp thrust from him pushed you closer to the edge that he had previously kept you from. But this time, Bucky had no intention of stopping. Your body jerked underneath him, feet leaving the ground with every swift snap of his hips. Tiny stars clouded your vision, and you reached out to grasp the counter top to steady yourself from his relentless rhythm. Your jaw fell slack open, struggling to get any noise out besides heavy pants.

"Bucky, I-" You eventually managed to choke out.

"I know, doll. I know. Let go." He moaned.

With his permission, you finally allowed yourself to reach your climax. Tiny gasps and whimpers slipped out from you as you squeezed around his cock one final time. The pulsing sensation was all it took to send Bucky spiralling after you. He let out a string of curse words through gritted teeth as he spilled deep inside of you. Bucky stayed where he was for a moment, allowing you both a minute to catch your breath before pulling out. You winced at the sudden empty feeling, a dull ache from the absent presence of him already settling between your thighs. Bucky pulled your soaked panties back into place and readjusted your skirt back to its original position. Slowly, you eased yourself up from the counter top he had had you pressed firmly against. Turning to look at him, you saw that his cheeks were just as red as yours. The corners of his lips turned into a smile as he saw your face again, and you couldn't help but match it.

"So," he chuckled, "about you not being mine…"

Glancing down at the ground, your blush deepened. The last few minutes had cemented everything you had been wondering for weeks. The feelings in your heart had always belonged to Bucky, even if the common sense in your brain had not. Yeah. You and your boyfriend were definitely over after this.

[boundbyeclipse]

she’s my deadly desire.

genre : fluff, slightly suggestive

word count : 1.3k

tags : witch!female!reader, hybrid!klaus, use of alcohol

a/n : i was listening to night vision by mareux while writing this, and i highly recommend this song if you like alternative/indie type of music. totally obsessed with that song. enjoy ♡

Friday evening. The bar is half filled, lots of faces known to the whole town present, including you. You sat by the bar counter, elbows on top of the wooden surface, a black plastic straw in between your fingers. Mixing the ice cubes in your almost empty glass to melt them, you huff, tired of dealing with the hybrid himself for the whole week. Chasing you here and there, he hasn’t left you alone. Subtle gifts like a necklace, roses delivered to your door, a bundle of candles and herbs. Those were at your door every single day, and it only made you want to stop accepting them in hopes of him leaving you be. Obviously, those gifts were nice, especially the herbs that you’ve been looking for to practice some new spells, but he was far from being done with you.

The door creaked open as a tall, handsome man stepped inside, an immediate smirk across his face when he recognised you. Yes, even from the back. Everyone at the bar collectively shifted their gazes towards him. His hair was slightly curly, skin soft and eyes mellow. Dressed in all black, he walked with such confidence, a slight swagger in his step. He scooched in between the bar counter and the stool, sitting down as he motioned at the bartender.

“One whiskey, please” he spoke, then turning his attention to you.

“Klaus Mikaelson. Found me yet again” you sighed, tilting your head to the side as you sipped the last of your drink. You didn’t really want to look at him right now, you were fed up.

A smile budded on his lips.

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, love. I’m here to cheer you up yet again. Except that I don’t have any gifts for you this time” his voice dropped an octave lower at the last sentence.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, pushing the empty glass aside.

“Good. I didn’t ask for any in the first place”

“But you’re wearing the obsidian necklace I gifted you. You might’ve not asked for it, but you still have it around your neck”

You gulped as you grasped onto the necklace that you wore, holding it tightly in your fist in an attempt to hide it. The panic set in and you didn’t know how to react or what to say. Yet you had words slip past your lips.

“Obsidian protects me, okay? I just don’t understand why it doesn’t protect me from you”

“You think I have some bad intentions?,” his brows knitted together, “darling, you better trust that I don’t”

You rolled your eyes again, still avoiding any kind of eye contact with the hybrid next to you. His cologne traveled through your nostrils every time he moved, and you could not lie to yourself - it really smelled good. Slightly minty, fresh, not too spicy, yet captivating enough to your senses. It was no lie that Klaus himself was a really hot dude, and it was something you found yourself thinking about from time to time. But god knows why you chose to play hard to get and act like he annoys the living hell out of you. Things were the other way around. Only time could tell when you were going to show what you really think about him.

Klaus shifted in his seat, gulping his drink as he placed the glass down and began to spin it in circles with his fingers.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You shook your head.

“No, I can’t have too much”

“Why? Are you lightweight?”

Just say yes, just say yes, god damn it!

“No. It makes my legs spread for dangerous men like you”

His eyebrows inched upward, as he looked upon you in stunned silence. But not for long, as he broke into laughter that he couldn’t seem to control. Why is he laughing? Does he find it funny?

“That’s not why I’m asking, love. See, I was only being a gentleman and offered to pay for your drink. But okay, if you say so” he shrugged, downing the strong liquor he had ordered earlier.

“Doesn’t change my answer” you give him a fake smile as you get your wallet and zip it open, about to hand money to the bartender. You jump as Klaus grabs your wrist and pushes your arm down.

“At least let me pay for the one you drank already”

You click your tongue and sigh heavily.

“Fine!”

Klaus lets go of your hand gently and pays for your drink as well as his own, eyes darting your way as you hopped off the chair, ready to leave.

“Oh-��� he got off his chair too, blocking the way as he stood in front of you. This man made your heart beat so loud that the entire public in this building could hear it. Except the non-supernatural ones, of course.

“Slow down, sweetheart. I’m not letting such a beautiful girl like you go home on her own this late. May I?” he fixed his jacket and offered you his forearm, giving you such a dazzling smile that made you nothing but weak in the knees. Of course you could say no, walk away and just call a taxi to get you home. Of course you could just scoff and mock him before taking off. Of course you could curse him out and tell him to leave you alone. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your face only flushed with redness as you stood there staring at his arm, hesitantly taking it without making any eye contact.

What are you doing with Klaus? Or more like, what is Klaus doing to you? It can’t be the alcohol because you only had one cocktail, it wasn’t even enough to get you tipsy. You just couldn’t resist him, and it was strange. The cologne was intoxicating as well as the way he spoke. It was so lovely and soft, so gentle, so caring. The blood in your veins ran hot as you walked out of the bar clinging onto his forearm, embarrassed by the choice you’ve made.

You were silent the whole time until he got you home. You found no words to say to him, everything felt awkward and weird. But it didn’t matter to him that you were quiet as if your mouth was sewed up. Klaus was the brave one. So where did the hard-to-get you go to?

“I can hear your little heart, you know?” he whispered lowly, his finger brushing a strand of hair out of your face, you then unconsciously leaning into his palm.

He found it adorable.

You nodded, absolutely vulnerable in front of the curly headed hybrid.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me. Nor avoid me, or my gifts. I’m doing it all with good intentions only. I know it probably makes me a little bit of a creep, but trust me, it’s not what I am. I just know that you need some sort of a distraction from all the crap you’re dealing with. I hope what I do helps you”

“Thank you” you finally speak as you look into his eyes, really shy, really unsure, but don’t look away.

“No need to thank me. Now go ahead, get inside”

You smiled while licking your lips as you unlocked your door and opened it, stopping on the doorstep as you looked at Klaus. He gave you a warm smile, the moon right above his head shining down and illuminating the streets.

“Oh, and were you serious about the legs thing?” Klaus tilted his head as he pointed at you with his index finger. Your eyes lit up, sparkling with anticipation as you broke into a small giggle.

“Shut up. I was just joking,” you shook your head before whispering, “Or maybe not”

Klaus dropped his smile for a second before it returned.

“You know I heard that”

“Goodniiiiight” you waved as you hurriedly shut the door with the biggest grin on your face. Klaus chuckled to himself as he paused for a few seconds before stepping off of the front porch, disappearing into the distance.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead (& Platonic! Will Halstead): People You Love

Some stories just write themselves and that is what this one did. I’ve been in a writing mood lately and I have a whole list of ideas I want to go through. This isn’t super Jay x reader-focused. 

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and anti Will/ Natalie content 

You took a sip of your drink listening to Will talk to his brother about his latest disagreement with Natalie. You had learned at the beginning of your relationship with Jay and first meeting Will that it was not a topic of conversation that you should chime in on.  

Will wanted to be with Nat and there was nothing that could change that to his and her own detriment. You stirred the brightly colored liquid with your straw, listening to the ice cubes click against the glass. It was a sweet drink that Gabby had made for you. You were one of the few who frequented Molly’s that didn’t drink beer and only ordered mixed drinks. You had gotten hell for it from a few of the blue-collar boys, but Gabby had taken that as a challenge. There was always a new drink she had found for you to try. 

You tried to hide your wince by taking a drink when Will went through some particularly low blows of the fight. The saying sticks and stones make break my bone never considered how cutting words could be. Especially from the people who were supposed to love you. “You want another babe?” Your eyes flashed between his eyes and your cup which you now found almost empty. You hesitate, but with the way Will is going, you will probably be here for quite a while yet.   

“Yeah, just one more,” You agree. You watch him leave the table and make his way over to the crowded bar top. He wouldn’t have to wait if not for your drink, but he never complained. You heard a sigh and the loud click of a bottle being set more forcefully on the table.  

“Alright, let's hear it.” You glance up at Will expectantly. You weren’t close but you had acquaintanceship because of Jay. You liked Will but it was hard to form a real friendship with someone when you felt like you had to edit everything you said because they couldn’t handle your honesty. Will had a strong alpha male confidence and ego. He needed someone who could call him to the carpet, but you weren’t willing to risk your relationship with Jay to be that for him. You tilted your head in question to his statement. “I know you want to say something, so let’s hear it.” You shake your head circling your straw in your cup again. The bangles that lined your arms clinked together loudly as they slid down to your wrists. “C’mon,” Will pressed. 

“It’s nothing you want to hear.”  

“But there is something you want to say.” His gaze held yours and he raised his eyebrows in question. There was a challenging spark in his eyes. He was looking for a fight. “You’ve been with my brother for almost a year and never had an opinion you wanted to share about any of my relationship problems? I doubt that. I’ve been trying and nothing has been working out. So, I’m up for a female viewpoint.”  

“What you want is a fight. I like my relationship with Jay, I’m not going to ruin it by fighting with his older brother.” Will sits up a little straighter in his seat.  

“Is that so? Well, this one can be on the house. No backlash or fallout. The way I see it-I asked, you answered.” You eye him up and down trying to determine the truth of his words and if he was able to abide by what he just offered. You looked at the bar. Jay was leaning leisurely against the bar top talking to Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and Gabby. You could tell he was still going to be a minute. You look back at Will and nod.  

“You and Natalie are never going to work.” Will blows out a breath and leans back in his seat before scoffing and shaking his head.  

“You don’t-” You shake your head at him holding up your hand making all the bangles clank down to the bottom of your forearm, the loud noise effectively covering up his rebuttal.  

“Uh-uh, you asked my opinion and now you're going to listen to it.” Will mouth turns into a firm line but he stays silent. “You two are bad for each other. I know you want it to work, to figure it out, for the little rainbows and butterflies to flutter down to fix all your problems. But it’s not going to happen. You two are bad for each other. She is bringing out the worst in you and from what I can tell- from the very limited time I’ve spent with you together- you are doing the same for her.” 

“I love her,” You shake your head at the redheaded man in front of you. 

“What you're doing to each other isn’t love Will. I know you care about her. Want what’s best for her but that doesn’t make it you. Love is finding each other's soft spots, their weakness. It’s learning and knowing exactly what could destroy them. It’s having all that power and choosing to protect them instead of bringing them to their knees.” You play with a bangle on your wrist twisting it, “I’ve been in a relationship where we picked each other to pieces, and I promise you Will that isn’t what you want.” You feel your eyes mist over with emotion, “It’s hard letting go but when you find someone that goes out of their way to protect you...When you would do anything to protect them...You will know that you’ve made the right decision.” 

“I protect Natalie.” You shake your head at Will getting frustrated with his purposeful ignoring of the issues. “We just get heated sometimes, say things we don’t-” 

“That’s what I am saying, Will. It seems to happen every other week with you too. Over stupid things that don’t matter.”  

“Unlike you and Jay. Because I’m sure you too never fight.” Will shoots back and your frustration rises.  

“Jay has PTSD. I’m more worried about protecting his mental health than notching up our day-to-day bickering. He gets in this headspace sometimes and it is irritating and frustrating because I just want him to talk to me. For him to let me help him. But he won’t. I didn’t understand at first. How could I? Then he had a really bad bout of it after a case. He didn’t hear me come in and I startled him. He pulled his gun on me. Pointed it right at my head.”  

Will felt his own frustration turn into something churning in his stomach. He knew his brother struggled with PTSD from time to time. He knew that he had nightmares and that there were times when he was constantly on edge- hypervigilant. But Will had never been there to see the full extent of it. “When he realized it was me, I could see it all in his eyes. He was afraid that he could hurt me. That I would be afraid to be around him. If he had any idea how terrified I was, not that he would hurt me but that he would torture himself with it. Nobody can hurt Jay like Jay can. The fallout was awful. He struggled to get past it. I knew that it could never happen again.” 

“So, what did you do?”  

You looked at your arm and wiggled it. The bangles clank loudly together. “I made it so I can never sneak up on him again. When I went through my Bollywood phase and bought bangles my mom used to complain that the entire neighborhood could hear me when I walked around. I’m sure one highly trained soldier can hear it coming from a mile away.” You look over to meet your gaze with Will again. “Now when I see the signs, I wear them. That is what you do for the people you love.”  

A look of understanding and respect is clear in Will’s eyes. You give him a smile and feel the threads of friendship beginning to form on the strong foundation of honesty and shared love of another person. “If you ever tell him that-” Will mimics zipping his lips before taking the last pull of his beer. You two sit in quiet understanding, and you can see Will marinating on your words. Whether they are thoughts about Jay or his relationship with Natalie you were unsure.  

Jay returns a few minutes later, setting a vivid blue and green drink in front of you and two bottles of beer for the brothers. You eyed the drink thoughtfully, “Gabby said you had to try it. She called it sweet poison, I think.” You stir it before sipping through the straw. You could taste the rum. Gabby had a habit of being heavy-handed with your drinks. It was good though. You turned to look at Gabby and when she raised her eyebrows in question you gave her an enthusiastic nod. She fist-pumped her accomplishment before turning back to Matt. “That good?” 

His strong hand found your thigh under the table, and you smiled at him. You caressed his forearm with one hand while pushing the drink closer to him with the other. “Yeah, try it.” He made a face at you but took a drink from the cup, not the straw. He merely shrugged his shoulders when you asked what he thought. “Yeah, yeah it’s always too sweet for you.” Jay looks over at his brother. 

“You okay man?” He questions, Will was being too quiet.  

“Yeah,” He runs his fingers through his curls, “I was just thinking... Might be a good time to get away for a while. Maybe do a week trip at Gramp's cabin. Fish and stock up on some more wood for the winter. You want to go?” The offer seems to throw Jay for a second. Between Will’s struggling relationship and Jay being busy with a heavy caseload they hadn’t had much time to spend together. Jay looks over at you and you smile brightly at him squeezing his arm. 

“Yeah, I have some time saved up that I need to go through.”     

[johnwickb1tsch]

👀👀👀 (I’m not sorry at all jsyk)

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Peep Toe Pumps - Kevin Lomax x fem!Reader

warnings: nsfw, foot fetish? fire divider by X

"You have pretty feet."

It's the first truly personal thing your new boss, Kevin Lomax, [Esq.] , says to you after months of working for Milton & Lomax. Maybe it wasn't entirely professional, wearing open-toed heels to the office, but it had been a looong winter in New York, and the first nice day of spring you couldn't resist.

He couldn't either, apparently.

You should have been suspicious, when he breezed into your cubicle and threw down a thick stack of papers, totally out of order, and said you were going to have to stay late to sort it all out. He was the boss, and it wasn't like your collection of houseplants were going to miss you...

And be real. One searing look from those burning dark eyes mixed with that sugar-sweet southern accent, and you would have done The Little Teapot dance on your desk in front of everyone if he asked you to. That man just has a magnetism. It's almost supernatural, the way he can sway people.

You guess that’s why he makes The Big Bucks. 

It's late and the office is practically deserted, by the time you've finished collating the mishmash of the court file. How had that even happened? Almost like someone dropped all the papers on the floor and deliberately mixed them together badly. And maybe, maybe you feel the slightest trill of alarm, as you realize how alone you are on the floor, making your way past all the empty cubicles. But you push it away, down down down with all your other little intuitions about this place, because you don't really have a choice. This city is expensive, and you are not going home.

You knock on his office door, and receive a muffled invitation to come in. "Here you are, sir," you say, resting the tome-like stack upon his behemoth of a walnut desk. He's sitting by the window in his shirt sleeves, black suspenders stark against his white button up, cuffs rolled up over powerful forearms. Though you know he’s a widower, he still wears his wedding ring. You don't know why the sight seems almost intimate to you.

It's late, and you are tired.

"Thank you, y/n." You nod, and make to go. "Want a drink?" The offer makes you freeze in your tracks. It's not something the partners usually extend to a lowly secretary like you. But as he lifts his drink your way, swirls an amber liquid with ice cubes clinking in his cut-crystal glass--he is the very embodiment of temptation. You don't even really like hard spirits, don't know how you'll drink it without making a ridiculous face in front of your boss, but still you find yourself nodding slowly, almost as though you don't have control of yourself. 

He smiles at you, knowing, but not unkind. 

It must just be the reflection off his wire rimmed glasses, but for a moment, it’s almost as though his dark eyes glow. 

He gets you the drink himself, waves for you to sit down across from him. You have to admit you are happy to get off your feet. You take a small sip, and do your level best not to grimace. 

“Good?” he asks, and you can tell he is laughing behind his own glass. 

“I don’t know,” you decide to answer, setting your tumbler down with a sigh. You take a moment to look out the window, the lights of Manhattan like your own galaxy twinkling below. “Quite a view you have up here.” You don’t get to see the lights like this, on your ground floor in Brooklyn.

“It’s breathtaking,” he agrees, and your heart does a little dance in your chest, when out the corner of your eye you realize he is looking at you. 

You shouldn’t be here, that little voice in the back of your head whispers. You know it’s right, but you just can’t convince yourself to get up and go. 

You are used to men staring at you in this city. Men will be men. But usually they’re looking at your breasts, or sometimes your mouth. Your legs, even, what they can make out protruding from your knee-length business skirts on the subway. 

This is the first time you have ever noticed a man blatantly, lustfully, staring at your feet. 

“Those hurt?” he asks, pointing at your heels with his chin. You cannot help but think he resembles a king in his court, sprawled in the comfortable leather chair across from you. It’s the most at ease you’ve ever seen him. 

You laugh a little nervously, not entirely sure what you’re getting into here. “Only since about 4:30,” you admit, which would have been the point you would have changed into your Nikes for the slog home, on a normal day. 

“Poor thing,” he laments in that cloyingly sweet drawl. God. Before you started working here, you thought men who sounded like that toted shotguns in denim overalls and hunted gators. How your perceptions have changed. “Give ‘em here.” Those long fingers make a ‘come hither’ gesture from his knee–and you think you might expire. 

“Sir?”

He smirks at you, a sparkle in his dark eyes that utterly steals your breath away. “Or not. Never met a woman who didn’t like a foot rub after a long day, but maybe you’re the first.”

Lomax makes you feel silly, when he says it like that. Like you’re the odd duck, balking at your boss touching your feet. Or–embarassed by how very much you would like for him to. You start to reach for the buckle at your ankle, but he leans closer, eager. “Allow me.”

That is how your foot ended up in his beautiful, strong hands. How he almost ceremoniously propped your shoe on his lap, on trousers that probably cost a month’s pay for you, so deftly undoing the little buckle by your ankle with clever fingers and sliding your foot free. 

It does feel heavenly, if you’re being honest, and the corner of his mouth ticks just a notch as a sound escapes you when he squeezes the ball of your foot. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Too much, maybe,” you admit with a shaky little laugh. 

What in the ever loving FUCK do you think you are you doing?!

He traces the curve of your ankle bone with the blade of his thumb, and your eyes slide closed as though he touched you somewhere very different, your painted toes curling in his lap. This is magic, if you’re being honest, and you’re not sure you realized how much you miss being touched until this very damning moment, alone after hours with your very hot boss.

“No such thing,” he insists with that little smile that you’re sure has enticed multitudes of people to sign their lives away on the dotted line. “You’ve been working hard. You deserve a treat.”

That’s when your eyes flick down. You just can’t help it. And you see the bulge at his crotch, his burgeoning erection straining against the fabric of his pants. A spear of lust splits you down the middle, like a lightning strike to your loins–and you know this is very, very, wrong.

Oh. God. 

“Sir–” 

As though he senses your sudden need to bolt up and flee he leans towards you–without thinking, you plant your foot right on his chest, preventing him. A beat later you are horrified by your action, but you get zero time to dwell on it. With a wicked smile that melts your panties he takes your foot in his big hand–and brings it to his mouth. 

Your toe disappears between his luscious, kissable lips, his tongue tickling the bottom of your foot, and you discover you really might die of wanting. The strangled sound you make as his tongue explores between your toes is pure desire, and you know you are a ridiculous thing but your throbbing clit demands more and don’t stop. 

His lips trail up your instep, the line of your calf–is it just the light, or do his teeth suddenly seem sharp, somehow? You blink and he is on his knees before you, pushing up your skirt so his trim torso can wedge between your legs, his big hands on your thighs beneath the fabric. It takes you a moment to realize that little scream came from you. 

He looks you in the eye, as though he can see to the very depths of your soul, his pink mouth pulled in a smirk. He’s laughing at you, sure, but he still doesn’t seem cruel about it. That counts for something, somehow. 

“You want me to stop, Miss Y/n?”

Your hands are on his broad shoulders, your nails digging into the webbed fabric of his suspenders, your breath a quick and elusive thing in your chest like the fluttering of birds. He is the very embodiment of temptation, and though you know you should say yes, you simply can’t. You shake your head no, and that smile widens slightly. 

“I’d like to hear you say it aloud. An oral agreement, as it were.” 

He surely feels it, as you squirm beneath him just at hearing the word.

“No, Sir.” 

You can tell that you please him, and that should not make you feel so accomplished, so right, so liberated. 

“That’s my good girl.” 

Hearing that should not fill you with a searing heat that settles between your legs, warm and wet and so wanting. 

And that is how your boss debauched you, how he kissed you silly and ate you out in that fine leather chair, before carrying you to the desk for proper fucking. That is how he ended up inside you, you still only wearing one shoe, your legs wrapped around his waist as he railed you on top of all his important papers. You flail for something to hold on to, knocking the file you so painstakingly stayed late to organize, the pages scattering across the floor.

“Oh no,” he pouts through a devilish grin, filling you with his thick cock until his tip kisses your cervix. “Looks like you have to stay even later now.” 

“Fuck,” you moan, but it has nothing to do with your impending workload, and everything to do with the way he’s rearranging your insides, stuffing you full with that beautiful dick while his thumb flicks your clit. “You are. A devil,” you pant, so close to climax, the pleasure building and clawing in your pent-up loins. You would do anything, anything, for just a little more, right there. 

“No, just his son,” he answers through another sharp toothed grin.  

“What?” You’re not sure you heard him, over the sound of your desperate moans, your heartbeat deafening in your ears. 

“Nothing, baby girl. You cumming with me?”

“Yes sir.” 

He laughs, a wonderful, almost boyish sound, before his teeth sink into your shoulder and his hips lock against yours, spilling himself inside you as your needy little cunt flutters around his dick, milking him with the tremors of your pleasure. Utterly spent, wrung out, and more than a little ashamed, you collapse back on the desk. Still inside you, he brings your foot to his mouth again, kissing it lovingly with that wicked glint in his eye. 

“Wear those little peep-toes anytime, beautiful,” he teases you, his accent thick and sweet as molasses. Yet somehow–you sense he’s serious. 

Jesus fucking christ. 

You’re going to have to go shoe shopping. 

[gavisfanta]

BOUND TO - GAVI

second part

summary: you and Aurora have been friends since forever, when you go over to her house to eat dinner with them you tell her that you have feelings for her brother, she then tries to get you two closer.

warnings: none

"Hey Y/n can I ask you something?" Gavi turned to face you and you nodded your head. You wait patiently for him to ask his question to you.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked and your lips curled up into a smile.

"No, why would you think that?" You felt your cheeks heat up the longer he was staring at you, you also couldn't ignore that his gaze slowly moved down to your lips.

"Ah just a question." Gavi mumbled and then turned to face the tv again. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Gavi on the other hand just had his confirmation. He knew that you liked him, he just wasn't a hundred percent sure.

He smiled a bit to himself while listening to your breathing.

You looked at him smile and then decided to ask him the same. "And you? Do you have a girlfriend?" You held your breath while Gavi turned his head slowly to you, a big smile covering his face.

"No," Was his answer, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, again.

"Why do you ask?" Was the next thing he'd say. You looked at him for a second.

"Ah I was just interested why you would ask if I had a boyfriend, you know." You explained carefully, paying attention so you wouldn't say anything risky.

"Ah, I understand." You said and he nodded his head. After some minutes he inhaled sharply.

"Hey listen, do you maybe want a drink? I could show you how to make a nice drink. Aurora taught me." He mumbled and looked at you.

Gavi gained your attention immediately and you nodded your head. "Yeah, sure." So you both stood up and went into the kitchen. Gavi turned on the light and then walked over to the fridge, getting all the ingredients he needed. You carefully watched him put everything he grabbed into the mixer, scanning what his gaze was following and how he expressioned his face.

After he mixed everything together in a bottle he began to shake it. You watched as his muscles flexed everytime he moved the bottle away from him and towards his body again.

"Is that it?" You asked and he nodded his head as he opened the bottle and grabbed two glasses.

"Can you get some ice cubes from the fridge?" He asked while pointing over to the fridge. You nodded your head and turned around immediately.

Gavi was staring at you as you walked over to the fridge and bent down to pull out the drawer inside the fridge.

"No, it's not im that one." Gavi mumbled and you grabbed the other one. "No-" Gavi said and just a few seconds later you felt him close behind you and he bent down over your body. He grabbed the lowest drawer and your body was pressed against his. His other hand was gripping your waist for stabilization

"That one." He said and then stood upright again. You decided to ignore his movements, as difficult as it was already and just grab the ice cubes.

"Sorry." you mumbled and he shook his head.

"No worries, even tho you should know because you basically live here." He smiled at you to make sure that you got that it was a joke.

"Yeah, just my room is missing but yeah, otherwise you're right." You also smiled at him and he put the ice cubes inside of the glass. Then he took the bottle and poured the drink into the glasses.

It was kind of pink but you guessed that that was because of the strawberries Gavi put in there.

"Here." He pushed one of the two glasses toward you and you brought the glass up to your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes as he was staring you down.

He was waiting for you to say that the drink is absolutely delicious. "That's actually better than I thought." You said surprised and sat down the glass.

"Is it?" Gavi's lips curled up into a smile, he was afraid that he messed something up.

"Yeah, it's so good." You reassured him and he smiled and also tried the drink. As soon as you two were done you walked over to the couch again. At this point you didn't have much hope, the love for him onky grew and his gestures were sweet but not enough to be romantic.

You've seen thousands of movies about romances and none of them include making you a drink. However, if only Aurora knew that Gavi has showed your her drink she'd already start planning the wedding.

Aurora knew her brother, and she also knows that he absolutely hates making drinks, he loves drinking them, thats for sure. But making them wasn't in his strength.

Gavi however pulled you out of your thoughts again.

"Did you ever watch 365 days?" Gavi asked just as the two of you got comfortable on the couch. You were sitting way closer to him than before. Gavi noticed that you were sitting closer to him, he was kind of glad that you sat down closer, even tho he wouldn't have done it himself.

"No, but I heard the whole movie is just about sex." You said and he shrugged his shoulders.

"And?" He asked and now you shrugged your shoulders. "Are you afraid to watch two people have sex?" Gavi asked but you shook your head. He was making you nervous, not the anxiety kind of nervous but the heat between yiur legs nervous.

Another thing that Gavi thought that was right about you but was actually wrong is that you weren't a virgin anymore. He also never would have thought that the one who took your virginity is a very close friend of his, or atleast was. It's also for the better if he never found out, Aurora did a good job keeping quiet and you wouldn't have told him on your own anyway.

As you two were a couple of minutes into the movie a sex scene came up, you two were sitting next to eachother so you crossed your legs, squeezing them together as you imagined that that was you and Gavi.

Gavi wasn't doing any better, he thought he could handle it but you sitting next to him didn't help him.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Gavi mumbled and you looked after him, smiling a bit to yourself as you saw the bulge in his pants.

You grabbed the tv remote from the coffee table and skipped over the scene. One thing you couldn't ignore was when you heard a few quiet groans coming from the bathroom. However, you decided to ignore them, even if it was difficult and not even think about what he was doing.

But you knew damn well.

Just about ten minutes later you saw him coming back from the bathroom. Without making eye contact he sat down next to you again.

"What did you do in the bathroom?" You asked after a few minutes.

"Go to the toilet?" He said coldly and still didn't make eye contact. The biggest smile made it's way to your face and yiu tried really hard to hide it.

"Mhm" you hummed and then focused back onto the movie. After a few minutes he pulled out his phone and put his hand on your tigh.

You shifted your eyes from the screen to his hand which was on your tigh. You then stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink?" You yelled, Gavi couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at your gesture, did you not like him back?

"A water please" He yelled, you opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water. Then you went back to the couch and sat down.

After a while the tv got shut off and Aurora and her parents came home. That meant for you to go to bed, that at the same time meant that you could sleep in Gavi's bed.

As you just got comfortable and were close to falling asleep the door opened. At first you thought it's Aurora but as you lifted your head you saw Gavi.

"What the hell." You looked at him as he came over to the bed and leaned over you to see if you were awake.

"Are you awake?" He asked and you slapped his face lightly.

"Yeah I am dipshit" he held the part where you have slapped him and then nodded his head.

"Can I sleep here? The couch is so fucking uncomfortable." Gavi mumbled and without saying a word you moved to the side so he'd have some space too.

He pulled the covers over his body and you immediately felt his warmth under the blanket.

After like 5 minutes of lying there in silence next to eachother he speaks up. "I'm bored." You turn your head to look at him, however, he was already looking at you.

"Okay," You whispered back, actually trying to sleep.

"Do you want to go on like a walk or something." Gavi then turned his body fully to face you. You exhaled deeply as you opened your eyes.

"Come on" Pushing the covers off of your bodies you stood up. Gavi's wide smile couldn't have been hid, even if he would have tried too.

He watched you pull over your hodie and fixing your hair right after so it wouldn't be messy. Then you started walking towards the door.

However, as you noticed that he wasn't following you, you turned around. "Are you coming or not?" You asked while raising your brows.

"Yeah" He whispered, trying not to wake up his family. Then he want over to the door and you two left the house.

You two walked along a smaller forest to the top of Barcelona, he pretty much already lived on the hill, Aurora and you always went for walks when you were bored.

So as you reached the spot you and Gavi had in mind to hang out he stopped.

You looked over the city, full of lights. "It's beautiful." You whispered as you looked over Barcelona, the most beautiful city on this earth.

"It is." gavi whispered but as you turned to look at him, he was already looking at you. You felt as your stomach cramped by his action, he knew he had that effect on you, and he loved it.

But right now he couldn't focus on what you felt for him but what he felt for you. He absolutely adored the feeling you gave him.

Nobody has ever made him feel like he was floating when he was standing, it didn't make much sense but somehow it had a special meaning to him.

Fever was able to give you hallucinations, in his eyes you were the only thing that made everything look good, like there was not a single worry in the world. And he absolutely loved it.

He didn't even listen to you blabbing about how much you loved the city at night time. "I love you" Suddenly slipped out of his mouth and you looked at him, your mouth hanging slightly open.

"What?" You chuckled, slightly confused as to why he would say such things.

"I love you, I can't hide it any longer." Gavi mumbled and you smiled a bit while leaning closer to him. It all happened so suddenly as his lips were on yours, his salvia mixing with yours, his hands traveling around your body.

He pulled away for a second to look at you. "My sister is gonna kill me." Gavi whispered and you nodded your head.

"I don't care." You whispered back and pulled him back into the kiss, the small kiss turned into a hot make out session as Gavi pulled you closer to himself by your hips.

And in exactly that moment you realized, that was just what you needed.

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Love-In-Making

WC: 1612, ≈1.6K

A/N: For Boongie’s bday… Here is something for us as well 😀

There was no way you would have ever believed him when he said that he never celebrates his birthday. But at the same time, you could imagine seeing him curled up in the corner of the street - a birthday was no different than any other day for him. He still needed to find shelter, still needed to rummage through to find food. It would have been just another day of survival. 

You wanted to change that - to help him see how important this day was to you and others. You understood his perspective on days like these but he gladly spent effort arranging your birthdays but never his. It just didn’t seem fair. 

Slowly unwinding yourself from his hold, Yoongi grumbled as his fists opened and sought your body, tail curling tighter around your thigh. Sitting back on the bed, you rubbed his ears as you silently cooed over how cuddly he looks. But you didn’t have the luxury of time today. You had planned to prepare Yoongi’s birthday surprise scheme part one. And the first thing on the list was 'breakfast-in-bed’. 

As Yoongi’s seeking calmed down, you slowly extracted yourself out from his hold and headed to the bathroom. Getting yourself ready, you prepped the ingredients on the counter. Yoongi had loved the soufflé pancakes you made, so that would be the first of the dishes. You had prepped the meal list last night - First, pancakes; Second, coffee. Ice black with just a little bit of sugar in the espresso; Third, fruits. Peeled tangerines, neatly sliced mangoes, and a handful of strawberries. 

Since the pancakes were his favourite, you had mastered the art of accurate eyeballing of the ingredients by now. Separating the yolk from the whites, you left the four whites and the cream of tartar to whisk at the mixer, slowly adding in three tablespoons of sugar. As it mixes, you poured in two yolks into a mixing bowl with a table spoon of sugar and whipped till frothy. Slowly sifting the all purpose flour and baking powder, you ensured that the were thoroughly incorporated. 

Once the whites turn glossy and are able to hold a stiff peak on the whisk when removed, you turned the mixer off. Scooping down meirgune at the whisk, you added another one-third of meringue from the mixer into the mixing bowl and folding them together. Once they are fully incorporated, you added another half of the meringue into the mixing bowl before transferring them into the mixer and carefully fold. 

Heating up one of your larger frying pans, you lightly brushed the surface with oil and spread it around using a paper towel. Rummaging through your drawers for your ice cream scooper, you slowly ensured that each portion is thoroughly cooked and wouldn’t give him a stomach ache later. 

Turning to the clock, you decided to cut the fruits first. You had only half an hour to finish breakfast before Yoongi woke up. Leaving the lid on, you set your timer to five minutes and you took out a box of strawberries from the fridge. 

Seokjin had brought over freshly picked strawberries just yesterday when he went to helpout at grandfather’s farm. You initially booked a train ticket with him but ended up being unable to go due to a last minute phone call. You did, however, spent a few hours last night talking to your grandfather. Yoongi knew how important he was to you but still spent that time pouting as he was deprived of his cuddle buddy. 

Washing the strawberries, you sliced them in half before moving onto peeling the mangoes and cutting them into cubes. As you carefully plated the pancakes that are now topped with a sinful amount of whipped cream, you faintly heard the shuffle of sheets from the bedroom. Moving on to making his coffee, you extracted out the espresso into a shot glass. Filling his cup with ice and water, you then mixed the little bit of sugar and espresso before pouring it in. Placing the plate and cup onto a tray, you hurriedly peeled a few tangerines and placed them with the bowl of fruits. Preparing paper towels and utensils, you spend the last ten minutes cleaning up the kitchen, leaving only the pan and spatula in the sink.

Deciding that you’ll wash it later, you brought the tray into the room just to see a sleepy Yoongi sitting up on the bed, his hair sticking in all direction as his ears twitched at the scuffle of your footsteps. Yogni whined, reaching out for you. You placed the food on the bedside table, having it dangle precautiosly at the edge due to the weight difference on the tray. 

“Morning, Boongie.” You pecked the top of his head. “Made you pancakes.” 

“Hmmm…” He yawned, purring deeply as you scratched his ears. 

You watched him eat, slowly getting more awake by each chew. It was caused by the sugar that you know will be running through his system soon, making him sugar-high and therefore causing the zoomies to appear. 

Deciding that you had better get him out of the house before he starts whining about how small the house is that I can’t run much. 

“Come on, Yoongi. Let’s go to the park.” You held out a hand, beckoning him to change. 

He huffed but followed anyways. Smiling to yourself, you started to pack the bed - making sure that the cat stuffy was in the middle of the bed, laying neatly between the pillows. You went back to the kitchen, washing the remaining dishes and leaving them on the drying rack. Just as you wiped down the countertop, Yoongi came out of the room in a loose t-shirt and shorts. 

Looking at him combing the fur on his tail, you couldn’t help but smile. He had came so far from the little kitty that was always hiding under your sofa. Seeing you, Yoongi bounded over, placing the brush in your hand. And of course, as always, you obliged him. How could you not when he always looks at you with such hope in his eyes?

Soon after Yoongi fussed about getting sunburnt and you about his ears in his hat, the both of you left and walked to the park. While much laws have changed over the few years to ensure that hybrids have more freedom, you knew that somewhere in this world, there was still much work to be done for hybrids to be seen as equals. 

While you didn’t understand how people could ever treat them so cruelly, you knew that there were many standpoints you have yet to consider.

But for now, you tilted your head backwards, looking at pale blue sky above you. Closing yoru eyes, you let a small chuckle slip your lips. Let’s just enjoy this time together. 

“Y/N?” Yoongi leaned over you. “You okay? Need to go home?”

You shook your head. “Just… thinking of how far we’ve came. How far you’ve came too.”

The both of you sat at an empty bench that was covered by a large tree. You leaned your head on his shoulder as the both of you watched your surroundings. Children playing, families together, elderlies exercising and enjoying the breeze - so many occasions happening in one frame at one time. But all so harmonious. 

There was no slander thrown, no rocks kicked, no dull clouds. 

Just pure innocence and happiness. 

“Hey, Yoongi.” You decided to bring up a question. “What do you think about having kids?”

Yoongi went stiff below you before you heard his sigh. Lifting your head, you looked at him from the side. “I mean, we don’t have to have them now per say. It was just a thought. We never really talked much about our future.”

“Future…” Yoongi trails. Rubbing his ears as his tail smacked against the bucket hat on his lap, you wondered if you asked him the question at the wrong time. He was still healing and prehaps he wasn’t ready. 

“What do you think, Y/N?” 

You were taken aback by his question. “What do you mean?”

Yoongi turned to face you fully. “What do you think about kids?”

You blinked. You never expected him to redirect the question to you. Scratching your neck, your brows furrowed as you answered him. “Well, it’s gonna be tough. I - I don’t have the best cycles.”

Yoongi shook his head. “I mean, what do you think about kids?” 

You knew what he was asking. What did you think about having a hybrid kid - a kid that could possibly be less than a cat. You knew procreating with hybrids was already as difficult as it - and it will be made tougher with your possible inability to have children. After all, hybrids are not natural to say. They were created by technologically combining genes and mutating them into what they were today. 

Looking at the kids playing around in the park, you couldn’t help but smile. Who cares if they were hybrids or not?

“They’ll still be our kids. Whether they have your ears or your tail or both or none, it doesn’t matter. They are still half of me and half of you. And even if they aren’t,” You turned to look at him, staring at Yoongi. “They’ll still be our children - our child. And I would love them no less than I love you.”

At that moment, you swear that the world stopped ticking for just that millisecond.

This time, you asked him. “What do you think?”

“I don’t care.” Yoongi pulled you in for a hug, nuzzling his head between your shoulder blades. “All I need is you.”

Happy Yoongi Day!

While we wait for Jinnie to come back soon and the rest of the boys after, let's also focus on our daily lives. We are as important to the boys as the boys are to us. The future's gonna be okay - we're gonna be okay too 💜

Borahae, Army! 💜💜

[musicloverxoxo7]

BTS Halloween party – king and queen

Non-idol!Namjoon   x   fem!reader

Summary: At the party, Namjoon makes you feel hot. He walks you home, thinking you are unwell. Will you take the chance and finally jump him?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, alcohol, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, handjob, friends to lovers

Wordcount: ca. 1.9k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

Since you helped put together the party’s snacks, you’ve been there for a while when the first guests start arriving.

Taehyung, tonight’s host, lets in and greets the first few himself. Until he gets so busy hosting and chatting, that someone else has to take over.

You watch, leaning in against the kitchen doorframe. Yoongi mixed you your favorite mocktail earlier already. He’s a good friend.

You’re about to return to the kitchen and rearrange the decorations when you spot Namjoon. He sticks out on a daily basis. But today, with a golden crown atop his dark hair and dressed as a king, your knees feel weak.

Quickly, you walk into the kitchen and sit down on one of the chairs. This should not be happening. You feel a bit too warm and have to brush a bead of sweat away from your chest. You should not be lusting after one of your oldest friends. Except, that it is much more than lust.

You press your forehead against the cool glass of your drink. Thank goodness Yoongi was generous with the ice cubes, as usual.

“Hey, y/n.”

You almost drop your glass.

“Hi, Namjoon.”

You lower the glass and look at him. Instead of hovering over the snacks, which would be the normal things for him to do, he has stopped in front of you.

“Are you okay? You look a bit hot.”

“Oh, it’s just the dress. I’ve been working in the kitchen for a while.”

“You did the snack bar again?” He sounds excited like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes.”

His smile vanishes again as his eyes return to your red cheeks.

“Maybe a multi-layered princess dress was not the best option for a party inside.”

Namjoon looks you up and down. His eyes follow another bead of sweat that runs down your chest and disappears between your boobs. As he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobs.

You can’t meet his eyes. No way. This will end horribly if you do.

You put aside your drink and get up. Except that you have miscalculated how close he is. Your chest touches his. You open your mouth and close it again, feeling stupid.

You have to meet his eyes. His pupils are nearly double their normal size. His lips are slightly parted. Now you feel hot and cold at the same time.

You barely register that his hands have gone to your sides, making sure you stay upright in case you don’t feel well.

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Did you drive or walk here?”

“My sister dropped me off. She has the car tonight.”

“I’ll walk you home. I think you might be coming down with the flu or something.”

The Namjoon flu, if anything. You find yourself nodding, even though you shouldn’t. You’re perfectly healthy. The reason for your near fever is standing right in front of you.

“Then, let’s go.”

Five minutes later you’re out on the sidewalk, heading towards your apartment complex.

“If you feel dizzy, just hold onto me.”

“Alright.”

Except that now, out in the cool October air, you feel fine. Certain parts of you might still feel a bit warm and tingly when you look at king Namjoon, but your mind is clearer again.

“How is your sister doing?”

“Very well. She got promoted recently and now gets to travel around a lot more. That’s what she’s doing right now. She’s at a conference all weekend.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“For her it is.”

“So you have the apartment to yourself all weekend? How does that feel?”

“Good and bad. I like her presence, mostly. But sometimes, this kind of separation is very, very welcome.”

“I hear you. I have a sister too, after all.”

You casually chat about family for the remaining ten minutes until you reach the apartment building.

Namjoon accompanies you to your apartment, up on the third floor. You unlock and open the door. The smell of the vanilla cookies you baked in the afternoon encases both of you.

“You baked?”

“Yes. I usually do so on the weekend.”

You know that you’re playing with fire, but you proceed anyways. You take Namjoon’s hand and pull him inside the apartment with you.

“Have a cookie. Or two. That’s the least I can do for you walking me back here.”

“You know that was not meant to be transactional.”

“I do. See it as a well-deserved reward, then.”

Namjoon closes the door behind himself.

“Okay. I really, really like your cookies.”

You let go of Namjoon and slide out of your shoes. He does the same, takes off his crown and then follows you into the kitchen. You put the container full of cookies on the kitchen table and gesture him towards it.

Namjoon goes through a cookie before even sitting down.

In the meantime, you take your hair down and undo the complicated braids you’d put into it earlier. Your scalp tingles from how good it feels.

“Could you help me open the dress? I’d like to change.”

“Of course.”

Namjoon jumps up and brushes crumbs off his hands. He’s probably had half a dozen cookies by now and you’re happy he’s enjoying them so much.

Gently, Namjoon brushes aside your hair.

“How do I open this?”

“It’s a lace up corset. Open the little bow and then slowly loosen the corset all the way.”

He does just that, this fingers surprisingly quick and nimble.

“Does it hurt, being in a corset?”

“No. I mean, if one made it too tight, it might. But when it’s done the right way, it’s fine.”

“Your hair smells like vanilla too.”

“That happens when I’m baking.”

Namjoon inhales deeply at your neck. It tickles and you giggle.

“I think I can’t open it further without it sliding off you.”

You turn your head, now serious again. He’s looking at your lips.

“Please open it a little further. I can’t get out completely like this.”

“Y/n…”

“Please?”

Namjoon sighs. You turn back around. His lips land softly on your neck as his fingers keep widening the corset strings.

His lips leave your neck again.

“Please, don’t stop.”

You can feel his hesitation. You catch his hands and guide them to your front, running them up and down your torso and chest. His breathing against your ear is much faster now, a little ragged. Even through the layers of clothing you can feel him react.

The corset is loose enough that Namjoon can slide his hand into it and run his thumb over your nipple. You arch into him. He covers your neck with sloppy kisses.

You shimmy out of the dress and stand there in only your panties.

Namjoon runs one hand down your stomach, exploring your body.

“Your skin feels like peaches. So soft.”

Which reminds you of all the summers you have watched him devour peaches, their juice dripping down his chin.

“More”, you breathe.

His hand disappears into your panties. It only takes him a moment to find your clit. He taps it in a way that makes you legs turn into jelly.

You cling onto his arm for support, gasping as the heat grows in your lower belly.

“If you want anything ever, you tell me.”

“Keep going. Just like that.”

So he does. And keeps on doing so until the release of an orgasm makes you go limp. Namjoon holds you upright.

“Y/n?”

“Mh?”

“I have been in love with you for a long time. Is there a chance you reciprocate these feelings?”

“Same. My sister keeps threatening me that if I don’t tell you, she’ll tell you herself.”

“So, does that mean… We could date?”

“Yeah. I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night it is.”

“But, Namjoon.”

You slowly turn, stepping out of your dress. Now you are face to face with him. Well, almost, since he is taller than you.

“I want you inside of me tonight. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

To underline your intentions, you reach for the bulge in his slacks. His dick feels huge through the fabric. You know that even in your already relaxed state it will take some adjusting.

Namjoon’s lips part in a sigh as you run your hand up and down his length. He looks beautiful like that. You lean forward and kiss him. He kisses you back gently, but it’s clear that his focus is elsewhere.

You draw back.

“Two options. Either you undress yourself and I keep doing that or I undress you and stop.”

“Number one.”

Namjoon tosses off his coat, unbuttons his shirt and throws it onto the growing heap. You have to stop for a moment so he can open his pants and step out of them, but when he comes back in for a kiss, you dip your hand into his underwear and rub over the smooth skin. He moans into the kiss. The sounds he makes turn you on even more.

You walk him backwards until his ass hits the kitchen table. Namjoon breaks the kiss this time.

“Here?”

“Yes, and right now. We can spend the rest of the night in bed.”

You bend yourself over the kitchen table, glad for once that it is so big and sturdy, and stick your butt up in the air.

“Please, Namjoon. I feel so empty.”

“Anything, honey. Anything for you.”

You feel his girthy head press against your entrance. He can only slide halfway in, because you are a little tight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just maybe not relaxed enough to take all of you. You’re big.”

“We’ll take our time.”

His hand moves to your clit and he draws tiny circles on it. It takes a bit, but he can finally slide in smoothly as you squirm, on the edge of another orgasm.

“Namjoon. Please.”

You don’t know what exactly you are begging for, but he keeps playing with your clit, pushing in and out slowly until you arch your back, squeezing him so much that he has to stop moving.

Once you come down from your high, you slump onto the table.

“Mh, Namjoon. Please, start moving again. I want to feel you in me without my brain being on standby.”

Namjoon chuckles, resuming the slow, steady thrusts.

You enjoy this position. He hits all the right spots, making your body feel warm and tight with pleasure.

Quite soon, Namjoon’s thrusts become more erratic, sloppier. He folds over you, his chest against your back, mumbling nonsense until his hips still.

After a few shaky breaths, his heartbeat, which you can feel against your back, slowly returns to normal. And so does his brain.

He kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out of you. You can feel his cum trickle down the inside of your thighs. With him gone, your back feels a bit chilly.

“Were you serious when you said all night?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think we should shower next. Or perhaps cuddle, test out your bed and then shower?”

“I like option two.”

You straighten up and turn around to him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess, and he has never looked more beautiful to you.

You hug him tightly. Namjoon hugs you back without hesitation, his strength and warmth enveloping you.

“I really, really, really like you, Namjoon.”

“I really, really, really like you too, y/n.”

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 14

Paring: I.N x reader + Chan a little, and... Lee Know?

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, fingering, riding motorcycle, anxiety, swearing, blowjob, teasing

Word Count: 6016

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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Unfortunately, that terrible day had come, the day you had to write your Modern Literature exam. You hated the subject, not only because of the teacher who taught you and was a real pain in the ass, but also because you couldn't remember anything. All the dates were mixed up in your mind, and you couldn't remember the authors of the works.

For the past week, you've spent every spare moment learning it, but you still weren't sure about your knowledge. Your head literally steamed from the excess of information but for you it was still not enough. You were terrified that you would fail, and only this exam separated you from the desired and long-awaited rest.

You scooted over to the edge of your bed and stretched over to the locker that was next to it. You grabbed the laptop that Jisung lent you and started repeating all the information you weren't sure if you remembered, which is pretty much everything.

After reading all the notes, you finally decided to get out of bed. You reluctantly uncovered yourself and went to the closet filled with clothes. You chose a white, shirt dress to keep a little bit of elegance for the exams, but not to overdo it. 

Ever since you got out of bed, your stomach was twisting with stress. You felt like you were about to vomit and your body didn't want to cooperate at all. You thought a cold shower would be perfect for you.

You turned on the water and waited a moment for the water to reach the perfect temperature. When you felt the cold droplets lightly caressing your warmed skin, your body went through a delicate but pleasant shiver.

You stepped into the shower and as the stream of cold water met the nape of your neck, you took a deep breath, the cold air slightly tickling your throat. However, you finally felt relieved, your stomach calmed down a bit, and your body was forced to cooperate.

After getting out of the shower you were damn cold, your whole body was like ice cubes and your lips turned livid purple, but you were satisfied. You put on the dress you took out of the closet earlier, which was quite tight on your body. The dress, however, turned out to be a little shorter than on the hanger, but you didn't feel like changing, you just had to be careful not to bend over too much. The cut perfectly emphasized your figure and, despite being fastened with the last button, showed round breasts.

You left the bathroom still cold and wanted to go to your room to finish getting ready to get back to your studies as soon as possible. But before you opened the door to your room, Lino stopped you.

"Y/n I know you're in a hurry, let me drive you to school." He said drying his hair with a towel. You had to admit to him that he looked stunning with wet hair as the drops fell down his face.

You turned to him and nodded with a smile on your face. Minho then noticed your still purple lips and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes. He looked like such a cute kitty looking at you with his glass eyes.

“Are you not feeling well Y/n? Something happened?" He asked worriedly, reaching his hand to your forehead.

You smiled sweetly, taking his hand and tangling your fingers together. You looked at him with calm eyes and beamed, finally someone was worried about you.

"Everything's all right. I took a cold shower to calm down a bit. This exam is bothering me, I don't know how Chan can be so calm. It's all science and dates and authors and everything." You started hyperventilating again, thinking about the test that's supposed to start in a few hours.

Your gaze was no longer directed at the boy, and ran all over the corridor, your breath quickened, and you ran amok. You were on the verge of a panic attack when you felt a strong hug. It was only then that your thoughts cleared a bit and you realized Minho was hugging you tightly. 

Feeling the warmth radiating from his body, you snuggled closer to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat slowly calmed you down. You closed your eyes, returned the hug, and lost yourself in the feeling of inner peace that Minho was giving you. There was something about this boy that made you feel safe and blissful around him.

Once you had fully calmed down and your thoughts were clear again, you pulled away from the boy, gave him your biggest smile and disappeared into your room. You quickly packed all your things into your backpack and headed out.

You didn't have time or desire to eat breakfast, the stress level in your body didn't even allow you to think about a meal. You passed the kitchen where everyone was sitting eating delicious food prepared by Chan. You waved hello to them and left the house.

Minho was waiting for you outside. You stood frozen, blinking in surprise, unable to get enough of Lee. The boy was sitting on a red motorcycle with black inserts. Dressed all in black, in his leather jacket, holding a matching black helmet, he looked stunning.

"If you're in a hurry, I'm here. Just hold on tight." He smirks, patting the helmet next to him.

You hesitantly walked over to him and he handed you a cute pink helmet. You put it on, but you didn't know how to fasten it. Minho just laughed and approached you, fastening your helmet. Your gaze never left his, not even for a moment, you watched intently at his calm face. You stared into his beautiful eyes framed by long lashes.

Fascinated by his beauty, you didn't notice when the boy finished and grabbed your hand to lead you to the vehicle. In one smooth motion, he got on his bike and patted the space behind him, motioning for you to sit behind him.

He put on his helmet, and a wave of heat went through your body, caused by the otherworldly appearance of the boy. They say everyone looks good in a helmet, but he could win any girl's heart just by looking in her direction.

Still enchanted by the whole situation, you forgot for a moment about the stress that still accompanied you and sat behind the boy. You adjusted your dress so that it wouldn't fly up while driving and you moved closer to the boy.

Minho grabbed your hands that timidly entwined his waist and moved them to his stomach. You were now sitting very close to the boy so that your breasts were pressed against his back. As soon as Lino started the engine, the vibrations jolted your core slightly, making you tighten your grip on his clothes. You were glad you were wearing a helmet because your totally unexpected groan was muffled.

Even though you couldn't see the boy's face, you felt him smirk. He was obviously pleased with your reaction.

“Hold on tight Y/n.” You heard, but before you could process what he said to you in your head, Minho moved on.

A cool breeze caressed your bare legs, occasionally falling under your dress. You didn't know why, but you liked each such gust very much and slowly you began to feel that you were getting wet.

The excitement in you grew from second to second, and you slowly lost yourself in the feeling of pleasure. You snuggled even closer to Minho, rubbing your breasts against his back, begging for some extra stimulation that might help you release that feeling of a tight knot in your stomach.

Wanting to press harder against the vibrating motor that was making your eyes roll back, you slid your hands down. Quite unconsciously you stopped at Minho's crotch. The surprised boy looked in the mirror and saw what was happening to you. He knew what you were doing and what you were aiming for.

When you stopped at a traffic light right in front of the school, Lino made the bike vibrate harder for a moment. Your head automatically flew back and you bit your lip from too much stimulation.

However, your blissful moment did not last long, because after a while you felt the motor stop, and you no longer felt the vibrations under you. You opened your eyes, which had been tightly shut until recently. Your breathing was still heavy and uneven.

"We've arrived, baby." Minho chuckled, turning to face you and taking off his helmet. You saw a smug smirk on his face.

The fact flashed through your head that he probably guessed what you were trying to accomplish a moment ago. Embarrassed, you quickly got off the bike and wanted to go to school when you heard a boy's voice vibrating from behind you.

“Y/n, what about the helmet?” You stood there, surprised by his words. Then turned on your heel and went back to Minho. You stood in front of him, chin up, waiting for him to undo the buckle.

As soon as you felt that you were no longer fastened, you quickly took off your helmet and hid your face in your hands, running away to school. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the victorious face of the boy who was leaning against the motorbike and watching you with so much pleasure.

It wasn't until you reached your locker that you stopped running. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was beating like crazy from exhaustion. Running was definitely not your forte. You opened the locker and dipped your head in, trying to hide from the world. You felt like you were burning with embarrassment. Things like that, and with Minho. He was probably the worst person to catch you in this kind of situation.

Not wanting to think about what happened anymore, you pulled your notebooks out of the locker so you could repeat a bit more. After calming down some emotions, you closed your locker and went to the library to sit down silently to your notes.

Only 1 hour left until your exam. As if by magic, as soon as you sat down at the table in the library, the emotions from a moment ago disappeared, replaced by a feeling of uncertainty and stress. You felt like your stomach was in your throat and you thanked yourself that you didn't eat breakfast in the morning.

As soon as you opened your first notebook, the stress completely ate you. You sat unconsciously, shaking your legs nervously, trying to focus on the text that was blurring. Words joined together and sentences mixed up.

Your state was bad, very bad. The first drops of cold sweat began to form on your forehead, and your breathing was ragged, as if you couldn't get enough air into your lungs.

Every little sound got louder and louder, messing with your head. Your focus was currently at zero. Unable to stand the terrible noise that started in your head any longer, you covered your ears with your hands. Tears began to form in your eyes and your breathing quickened again. You knew you were on the verge of panic and if you didn't do something about it soon it would be very bad.

Suddenly you felt hands wrap around you from behind. You quickly turned around to see who was behind you. However, your glazed eyes did not immediately recognize the figure. You had to strain hard to see Jeongin's smiling face. However, when the boy saw you, his smile quickly disappeared from his face.

“Oh Y/n what's going on? Where has my lovely, always happy Y/n gone?” The boy started sitting down next to you. But he didn't let go of your hand even for a moment. He stroked your hand gently, looking deep into your eyes with a worried expression.

His eyes were filled with concern and his face became softer. As if he was trying to reassure you with just the look on his face.

“Ex…Exam…I…I'm so stressed, Innie.” You stuttered, snuggling into the boy, who immediately hugged you tightly.

His calm heartbeat echoed in your ears, giving you inner peace. With each subsequent heartbeat and each subsequent gentle stroke of your back, your breathing returned to normal.

“Shhh...I'm here with you Y/n. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. I will always be there for you when you need me." The boy tried to calm you down, in a calm and monotonous voice.

IN's voice wrapped around you, giving you the warmth you needed. The warmth that enveloped you now, slowly calming you down. The loud sounds slowly faded away, allowing you to move your hands away from your ears.

“That's right, breathe slowly. We'll get through this together. Shhh…” Jeongin soothed you the whole time until he felt you were you again.

You pulled away from him and slightly smiled at him, wiping away the tears that ran down your cheeks. You were glad he came in, just at that moment to help you calm down a bit. Still, you continued to worry. The exam was constantly circulating in your head and had no intention of leaving it.

As if in a trance again, you returned to your books, which were spread all over the table. The boy, only seeing your attempt to return to study, grabbed your hand and turned you towards him.

You looked at him in surprise, raising an eyebrow slightly. You were grateful for his help, but now you wanted to go back to your studies.

"Oh no, no, my darling. There is no studying. You definitely need to loosen up." He smirks as he pulls you with him, you don't know where.

You walked quickly, nimbly dodging other equally stressed students who were waiting for their exams. The school wasn't as crowded as usual, but the corridors were still crowded. IN without saying a word dragged you to a first floor where there were practically no students. He made a few turns into different corridors and you found yourself in a part of the school where no one was.

“Stay watch.” Said the boy, slowing down.

Confused, you looked around the corridor, but saw no one. You turned to the boy who was fumbling with the door lock. It took you a moment to realize it was your PE teacher's room. Your eyes got huge as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You said quite loudly, patting the boy on the shoulder.

“Shhh…I said keep watch so no one will catch us.” He answered you while still tinkering with the lock.

You nervously turned around and looked around the corridor. You were afraid that someone would come here soon and catch you. But what you feared the most was that the teacher would come back to his room.

Suddenly you heard a click. You turned towards the sound and saw IN standing proudly in front of the open door. Your mouth opened slightly, causing him to chuckle. But before you could say anything, he pulled you inside and closed the door behind you.

Before you could protest, he had you pinned against the wall, holding your hands above you. You gasped as you saw his expression turn 360 degrees. Now his smile was replaced by lust.

His aura urged you to bite your lip. Which brought a grin to his face.

"Jeong…Jeongin w..what are you doing?" You hesitated, surprised by the boy's behavior. You didn't know him this way.

"Relax Y/n." He said, drastically closing the distance between you two.

" Wha..." You didn't finish as he connected your lips in a juicy kiss.

His lips were softer than they looked. Despite your great surprise, you closed your eyes, giving in to the kiss.

His lips were sweet, like chocolate, which additionally made you willing to indulge in more and more passionate kisses.

With each passing second, your muscles relaxed and all the tension in your body eased. Feeling this, the boy let go of your hands, which fell freely on his shoulders.

IN gripped your waist tightly again, closing the distance between you. His knee went between your legs. Now his thigh was pressing against your core.

You felt a pleasant tension fill your lower abdomen, warming up your whole body. It made a gasp escape from your mouth involuntarily.

The boy stopped kissing you for a moment to smile victoriously, but he quickly went back to kissing again. Still pressed against the wall with his leg between your thighs, you couldn’t really move.

The obviously horny boy lifted one hand to your chin, parting your lips slightly, giving himself the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Despite his surprise, you didn't want to give up so easily.

You joined the fight, trying to dominate him, but he pushed you harder, pressing his thigh even harder against your already throbbing pussy. A soft, muffled moan escaped your lips, which allowed the boy to sneak his tongue even deeper into your mouth, completely dominating you.

It didn't take long for his big hands to start roaming, carefully examining your clothes-covered body. There was something magical about his touch that made you willingly give him access to you.

Finally, IN pulled away from you, a trickle of your saliva trailing behind his mouth, only for a gentle gust of air to run all over your neck. The warm air tickled you pleasantly, making you tilt your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck.

You didn't have to wait long for the boy to take advantage of your inattention. He started to place kisses on your neck, sucking occasionally, but lightly enough not to leave any marks.

“IN-a…” That's all that comes to your mind right now. Your common sense has been replaced by a desire for sex.

Your breathing was ragged and you had to dig your fingers hard into his back to stay conscious. His lips on your neck distracted you enough that you didn't feel as he unbuttoned your dress, exposing your breasts, perfectly highlighted by the white lace bra.

The cold air brushed your breasts, but was quickly replaced by the boy's warm hands. He took both of your breasts in his hands and started squeezing them gently. Your tits seemed to fit perfectly in his hand.

His touch turned you on, very much so. So much so that you lost yourself in the feeling of pleasure. You didn't think about the exam anymore, or about the fact that you were in the PE teacher's room. You were getting wetter and wetter, wanting to satisfy your lust.

You put one hand in his hair and the other on his crotch. You smiled cheekily as you saw his surprised expression as you squeezed his slightly engorged member.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working.” He whispered into your ear, gently nibbling your earlobe.

His voice was even more tempting. You arched, giving him better access to your breasts. The boy didn't hesitate and slipped the dress off your shoulders. Now only the tightly compressed corset held your dress from falling to the ground.

You felt yourself getting hotter and your panties were completely wet. IN hasn't done anything special yet and you were already mess. You felt his cock begin to throb under your hand, and you were very happy about that, because it meant you were affecting him as much as he was affecting you.

Even though Jeongin was the youngest of all the guys, he was definitely one of the hornier and more experienced. You did not believe that a person who has no experience can use his hands so well.

He unhooked your bra in one swift motion, leaving you topless. He leaned down so he could lick your already painfully hard nipples. This made you even more aware of your statement. It was impossible for you that an inexperienced person could use his tongue so well.

His tongue flicked around your nipples, swirling around them. The boy's warm saliva additionally moistened them, giving you even more pleasure. IN seemed to know your every vulnerable spot and every weakness. He perfectly matched the speed of his movements to your reactions. Your breathing got faster and faster and your fist tightened on his hair.

As he sucked on one of your nipples, gripping the other between his fingers and slowly twirling it, something inside you snapped. A long moan escaped your lips, and an unexpected shudder ran through your body. You were shaking and your pussy throbbed. Your legs went soft and gave way beneath you, causing you to land on the ground.

You sat on the cold floor completely dazed. You didn't really know what just happened. Your hair flowed down your bare shoulders, and the sun hit your eyes, blinding you.

“Di…did I just cum?” You asked in surprise, looking up at IN who was looking at you with a smirk on his lips.

“Of course, little one. And I can show you even more of my skills." He reached out a hand to you, placing one finger under your chin and scooting closer to you.

In a smooth but slow motion, he lifted your chin up, forcing you partly, to your knees. You were now facing his hard bulge. You were still reliving your earlier orgasm, but encouraged by his words, you looked at him alluringly.

You bit your lip sexily and placed your hands on his still clothed crotch. He ran his fingers through your hair, not taking his eyes off you. You didn't even want to stop staring at him with your eyes full of lust.

You slowly unzipped his zipper and pulled his pants down. To your surprise, the boy was not wearing boxers, and you saw a large, fully erect penis. You took a deep breath at the sight, blowing cold air over his bare skin causing his member to twitch.

You licked your lips alluringly, as if you noticed a tasty morsel and immediately went to work. You ran your tongue along the length of his cock, sucking on the tip of it. You licked the pre-ejaculation already flowing out and put only the tip in your mouth.

Still looking at him, with only one goal in your eyes, satisfaction, you tasted him, slowly circling your tongue around his foreskin. The boy gripped your hair tighter, trying to hide his satisfaction, but his penis twitched in your mouth.

Seeing how you work on IN, you felt the indispensable need to do yourself a favor. You slid down to your panties with one hand and grabbed the base of his cock with the other. The moment you began to please yourself, slipping your fingers between your folds, you felt well how soaked your panties were.

You squeezed your hand on the younger's penis and, without hesitating for a moment, slipped his member into your mouth as deeply as you could. However, you overdid it a bit, because you immediately felt a gag reflex and pulled your head back slightly.

IN kept his eyes closed the whole time, enjoying every second of your blowjob. He looked surprisingly good from below. His pink hair fell slightly over his forehead. His fox eyes, tightly closed, emphasized his clear features, and his now bitten, slightly red lips added to his charm.

As you got used to his size, you began to move your head in an even, not too fast rhythm. His tip teased your palate with every stroke, but it didn't bother you, in fact it turned you on even more.

You moved your head faster, pushing his cock a little deeper into your mouth with each move. Your eyes started to get wet, but you didn't want to stop, especially since soon you felt like you were about to climax for the second time.

However, your plans were thwarted by Jeongin, who moved away from you, taking his penis out of your mouth. You gave him a cute but surprised expression. He just grabbed you by the armpits and helped you up, pinning you against the wall again.

Your back was pressed hard against the cold surface, but your hips were turned towards the boy. IN quickly rushed over to you, gridley connecting your lips. He didn't care about anything and immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your kisses were passionate, full of lust and desire to possess the other person.

The boy's hard cock slid between your legs and, replacing your fingers, began to ride between your folds.

“You're so fucking wet for me. Let me fuck you.” He whispered in a slightly hoarse voice between kisses.

His voice, his taste, his smell, you were so engrossed in him that you had no excuse not to agree. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. The boy took your silence as consent and crept his hands under your dress.

In one fluid motion, he pulled down your white lace panties, which he now held in his hand as if it were a trophy. Still not moving his face more than 10 centimeters, he brought them to his nose and took a deep breath. Your scent was like an aphrodisiac to him, making him addicted and wanting you even more.

You were glad that the boy had brought you to such a state that you were wet and slippery down there, thanks to which his penis was now moving smoothly between your folds, catching your clitoris demanding caress from time to time.

You haven't felt this good in a long time, and you haven't even gotten to penetration, but you knew it was going to be an amazing experience, with his magnitude. The boy, unable to stand the tension that was growing between you any longer, grabbed his member and guided it towards your entrance. He thought for a while longer that he was going to play with you, making small circles around, pressing lightly, but not going in an inch.

The boy drove you crazy and he knew it, but he wanted to tease you a little. He placed one last passionate kiss on your lips and was about to slip inside when the bell rang announcing the start of the exam.

You quickly pushed him away, fastened your bra and ran out of the room. In a hurry, you put your dress back on and tried to fasten as many buttons as possible. You ran as fast as you could, almost tripping over your legs, but you made it to the classroom just as the last student entered.

Panting, you went to the back of the room to take the last available seat, which was next to Chan. People looked at you with surprise, especially Chan, who hasn't taken his eyes off you since you crossed the threshold.

You wanted to sit right next to him, but the moment you bent your legs slightly and felt your dress rise up, you remembered that IN took off your panties. Your eyes widened and you didn't know what to do. You started spinning around looking for a solution to your problem. If the dress was just a little longer, you'd have no problem with it, but in this case, as soon as you sit down, everyone will know you're without your underwear.

Embarrassed, you turned to Chan, who was still staring at you like you were prey. He looked gorgeous in a slightly unbuttoned white shirt that clung perfectly to his muscles, and his messy hair added to his charm.

“Looks like someone had a good time here.” The boy winked at you, turning his whole body towards you.

"How did you know?" You whispered in surprise, but low enough that no one else could hear you. 

“Your dress has the top two buttons undone, and all of them were buttoned this morning. Your hair is messy, which is not your style, and your lips are swollen, as if you were kissing someone." He gave you a swashbuckling smirk and rested his elbows on his knees.

You quickly buttoned your dress to the end, being careful not to let it ride up too much and tried to style your hair, but you felt that you wouldn’t succeed, because as soon as you raised your hands above the breastbone, the dress rose with them, revealing almost all of your thigh.

Chan, seeing your confusion, slowly guessed what could be the reason for your behavior and reached into his backpack, from which he pulled out a black sweatshirt. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, then tied it around your waist.

You looked at him surprised, but your eyes softened quickly and you looked at him carefully. You studied his perfect complexion, which was illuminated by a perfect white light. You felt like someone had enchanted you and you landed in a fairy tale. However, your bubble was quickly shattered when the teacher asked you to sit at your desk.

You stared at Chan for a moment longer, who had already turned to the test and carefully read the first task. However, after a while you woke up from the magical trance and started your exam.

You stayed in the room practically to the end, carefully checking all your answers. When you were sure that you marked everything correctly, you happily handed over the sheet and went to the parking lot where you made an appointment with Chan and IN.

You went to the black car where Chan was already sitting, but you stopped for a moment, seeing Victoria with her entourage, but with them was a boy you hadn't seen before, but you didn't know the face because he had his back to you.

It wasn't until he put his arm around Victoria and they started walking towards the bus stop, that you saw his face. And suddenly you turned pale as a sheet, as if all the blood had evaporated from your body. You saw Seonghwa's face, the face that haunted you in your worst nightmares and with one of the worst people possible.

"Are they dating? Will he pick her up more often? Did he see me?" Lots of thoughts ran through your head as you headed back to the car.

You sat in the front passenger seat, giving Chan the sweatshirt he lent you for the test. You sat in silence, waiting for IN, who seemed to be in no rush to write his test.

Suddenly you felt Chan's hand land on your thigh. You looked over at him in surprise. All you saw was a smirk on his lips and his beautiful eyes staring straight at you. You felt his hand move slowly higher and higher, but he never broke eye contact with you.

“What…what are you doing Chan?” You stuttered, bringing your hand to your mouth.

"I have to check something." You couldn't read any emotion on his face other than curiosity. A curiosity he had to satisfy.

His warm hands slid under your dress, dangerously close to your naked pussy. As you felt his finger smear your core, you took in more air into your lungs and bit down gently on the finger you had over your mouth.

"I knew it." Automatically, a slight smile appeared on the boy's lips and he slipped his entire hand under your dress, covering your pussy with it. The heat immediately enveloped your entire cunt. Before you knew it, the boy slipped one finger inside your pussy.

A soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by the finger you were biting. Chan obviously didn't like that, because he moved closer to you and with his other hand moved your hand away from his mouth.

“Don't drown out these wonderful sounds. I want to hear what I do to you. You're a really bad girl. Having fun at school? Not nice." He nodded disapprovingly and looked back at your eyes.

You were stunned by the boy's sudden and very brave initiative. As soon as he began to move his finger inside you, a sweet melody of several moans escaped your lips. You didn't know if you were still horny after the situation with IN or what, but Chan turned you on again. The knot in your lower abdomen squeezed tight, and you arched your back, grabbing the headrest with your hand.

“Do you know how hard I'm trying not to kiss you right now?” Chan said looking deep into your eyes and leaning even closer.

"Then kiss me." You bit your lip, looking down at his beautiful, slightly full lips.

You didn't have to repeat it a second time, the boy connected your lips in a gentle but full of feeling kiss. With each acceleration of his hand movements, your kisses became more and more lust-driven. None of you even thought that everyone might notice you, now it was just you and nothing else.

Lost in the taste of him, you didn't feel the boy approaching your entrance with a second finger. It wasn't until he put it in that your eyes rolled back. Chan hit your sweet spot perfectly, and you felt dizzy from the excess of pleasure that hadn't left your body yet, although you were on the verge.

“Channie…Agh…Don't stop please.” It flew out of your mouth, you felt like you were about to climax.

It didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to unravel, and you were hit by a wave of tremors. You dug your fingers deeper into the headrest, trying to control your body. The boy, however, did not stop at your orgasm. He guided you through it, still moving his hand.

You don't know how long it all lasted, but as soon as you opened your eyes you saw stars in front of them. Unable to stand the stimulation Chan was making you any longer, you grabbed his hand and tried to pull it out, but the boy had other plans.

Your pussy throbbed mercilessly, and you were on the edge of endurance. Two intense orgasms was too much for you so far.

“Cha…Channie…I can't take it anymore.” You choked out, trying not to go crazy.

You thought you were about to go crazy when the car door opened. Chan, as if electrocuted, quickly removed his hand and placed it awkwardly on his lap. IN came inside, who finished his exam satisfied.

Deep down, you were grateful to him. You were trying to take in some much-needed air to calm down your breathing a bit after your amazing adventure with Chan.

The elder, however, was not happy with Jeongin's presence, which prevented him from having a little fun with you. He glared at him through the mirror and started the engine.

You drove home without a word. The journey for the first 15 minutes passed in awkward silence. You tried to calm down, Chan looked furiously at the younger from time to time, and IN was smiling all the time.

“Y/n your panties. I thought you wanted them back." Jeongin blurted out of the blue, waving your panties right between you and Chan.

All red, you quickly grabbed your doom and with lightning in your eyes turned towards the pink haired. The boy just smiled innocently and went back to looking out the window. Embarrassed, you turned back to face Chan, who had a swashbuckling smile on his face.

"Just try to say something..." You threatened in a serious tone, clenching your panties in your fist.

Bang made a gesture as if he was keeping his mouth shut, but the smile didn't leave his face. You knew very well that both of them would not let you rest for a long time.

<;- Part 13 | Part 15 ->

[starliights-shining]

"A Drink and Maybe dinner?"

Hello, This is a Kapkan fic I wrote for a person very dear in my life(@montyuh.) I thought maybe you guys would like to read it too! So here it is. I do believe I might start up request for Siege at some point, but for now here is this! Enjoy :)

Pairing: Mazim "Kapkan" Basuda x GN! Reader

Warnings: None,

Translations:(i do apologize if its butchered) Олененок - Baby Deer сестра - Sister

Loud music and shitty cheap alcohol never mix well in your opinion. You spent your entire youth watching it happen, women and men fighting over a lingering glance from someone or from someone dancing on the other. So you tend to avoid it, but for some reason after years of avoiding it your team always brings you back to it, and tonight was no different. You sat at the bar, the blue lighting casting a heavy hue onto you and the rest of the attendees sitting. Your eyes were lost in the four large cubes of ice that were slowly melting. You thought about why you said yes to drinks from Mira, you could actually be relaxing right now, head buried in pillows and your body wrapped in a warm blanket as your bones finally stopped moving. Setting in for the week and allowing the weight to fully be dropped. You were shot at yes, but not hit or in worse shape, So you couldn’t be complaining. You were supposed to be ‘celebrating’ for no serious injuries after this last mission. 

The clanking of another glass being sat in front of you broke your thoughts. Your eyes quickly glancing up to the bartender in front of you. Her close lipped smile seemed unfriendly or jealous almost. 

“I didn’t order this.” 

You spoke up, pushing it back towards her before her hand stopped it. Her eyes almost rolling into the back of her hand as she spoke, a sigh leaving her lips first. 

“It’s from that tall military man over there.” 

She paused for a minute, smirking as you looked over in the direction of the man. 

“I mean if you don’t want it, i’ll take it.” 

You quickly shot her a glance before wrapping your hand around the glass and pulling it towards you. 

“That won’t be necessary.” 

You lifted it with a chuckle, taking a sip and looking over at him. You almost did not recognise him, if it wasn’t for the familiar looking group of men he was with. You just simply couldn’t miss the bald head of Sledge, and large frames of Fuze and Tachanka. You smiled to yourself, eyes slowly moving back up towards the tv that hung above the bar, you back finally meeting the backrest of your barstool. You thought about your options. Go talk to him? Sit here and wait for him to talk to you? Was this an invitation to sit with him? Was he interested in you romantically? No, Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda isn’t romantically interested in anyone. Not you, the bartender, or the loud female operator he seems to keep around. He’s just being friendly, trying to get you to loosen up a bit around a larger group of coworkers. You talked yourself down from that, he likes you romantically, tower. A thought process you are quite used to using for any and everything that came your way. 

It had been a minute, you finished the drink that he bought you and you still sat in the same spot. Your hand twirled the glass on its bottom edge in circles, the ice clanking on the sides of the glass. You noticed the stool next you turning in and in came a lady. Placing both her hands on the bartop flat before the tender appeared asking for her order. 

“I’ll have whatever she’s having!” 

A small finger pointing to you and the glass you had, Your eyes flickered to her and then back to the bartender, before the lady spoke again. 

“And another for her, On that tall military man's tab please.” 

The tender left and you smiled, the lady next to you laced her fingers together before speaking again. 

“You’re (Y/N), the new defender?” 

She asked, You nodded, smiling at her. You finally looked over at her. She doesn’t look like a defender, or anyone in a rainbow at that, but you know her from your first debriefing, she’s like Redhammer’s medic, also that loud lady that Kapkan keeps around for some odd reason. 

“Yeah that’s me, Guess you can't quite get away from the new title.”

She laughed, nodding slightly in the process.

“Yeah, kinda but you’ve made quite the impression with Kapkan so you think it might be a good thing.” 

“Have I now?” 

Your interest was piqued. An impression with Kapkan, a good one at that. 

“Yeah, this last mission he basically said you saved his ass. Or maybe he's lying and just trying to get you to notice him.” 

You watched as she picked up her glass and took a sip from it. Her face contorted right after. 

“Ewww, how the hell do y'all drink this.” 

You laughed, taking a sip from your glass.You guess Kapkan’s taste in alcohol isn't for everyone. Your eyes wandered to where he was sitting, and he wasn't there. An empty space on the wall next to Sledge. Your eyes cut back over to your company. A smile plastered on her face as she looked kinda past you. 

“Well look who it is.” 

You turned in your stool, it swiveled around for you to see the topic of your conversation, Kapkan. A grin plastered on his face. He stood between you and your new friend. A large hand coming up to rest on the conjunction between her neck and shoulder. 

“What did I say about getting in my business, сестра?” 

He said, shaking her back and forth in her seat. Your eyes flickering from him to her and back to him as they interacted. His use of ‘сестра’ caught your interest, you know your basics on a few languages and this just so happened to be one of the things you knew. He just called the lady in front of you sister. You almost signed out loud realizing that she was in fact not in the way of your attempts, future attempts, to get with him. Now the only question was are they really brother and sister. She looks nothing like him, and he looks nothing like her. You just smiled when you realized they were now looking at you. 

“Did you even introduce yourself?” 

His tone was friendly and almost banterish. She rolled her eyes before speaking. 

“I didn’t but I’m Star, and you know this is Kapkan.” 

You smiled at her. 

“You know my Callsign, but you can call me (Y/N) for right now.”

“For right now!” 

He let out a chuckle, his free hand coming up to point at your glass in your hand.

“How'd you like the drink, Олененок?” 

You smiled, holding up your glass as you spoke. 

“It's different, not what I normally go for.” 

You noticed the funny look on Star's face. Her eyes looking up at him and then going to linger on you for a bit more. 

“You bought her a drink? AND just,” 

He cut her off, and reached for the glass she wasn’t drinking from. 

“You put this on my tab and you're not going to drink it, what a waste, сестра.” 

He practically gulped down the drink in one go, but you guess since it was his money it's a waste in his eyes. Star took this time to speak to you, leaning in and blocking her lips from his view. 

“He doesn’t buy drinks for anyone.” 

She paused, looking back at him before continuing. 

“I think he likes you.” 

You just smiled, shaking your head in disbelief as you let out a low laugh. Kapkan had taken the last gulp of the drink, placing the glass on the bar top before pulling the woman up from her seat. 

“Don’t you have business elsewhere, сестра? Go find your puppy.” 

She sighed, slapping her hand on his thick arm. He grinned and let out that bass rumbling laugh. She mumbled something about not calling him that before walking away. You were left alone with the man. He called the bartender, the smaller lady happy and bubbly with him unlike how she was with you. He ordered something and glanced over at your cup, it was half gone but he’s putting his own cutoff on you. His drink came, it was quite between you two for a minute. You decided to speak. Opening your mouth and saying something at the same time as him. His pale orbs looking down at you before his hand ushered for you to speak first. He had manners. 

“I heard you’ve been speaking highly of me.” 

You thought about it, it sounded cocky saying out loud. Almost like you knew he would do it and you didn’t like it. You are not arrogant and that's the last thing you’d wanna be known for. 

“That sounds bad, I didn’t mean it like that at all.” 

He smirked at you, light orbs still taking in your normal form in front of him. 

“Of course, without you, we wouldn’t be celebrating no casualties, Олененок.” 

“Yes, but it was simply my gadget doing its work.” 

“How is your gadget, did you and Tina work on it?” 

“Yes actually!” 

You practically lit up after he asked, he noticed the difference between your new one and old one. You then went on to explain the mechanics of it, telling him about how you improved it with Tina’s help. He also spoke about Tina helping him with improving and testing his own gadget. Your conversation went on for far longer than you thought it had. His small input was enough and his response here and there kept it going. He didn’t seem to have a problem with you talking a bit more than normal and he sure didn’t mind your presence. 

You didn’t catch the time until it was already hitting closing time, the bartender coming to close his tab and then the rest of the operators saying they were splitting to another bar or going home. You both stood up, leaving the building and into the cool air. You stood there waiting for your cab to come. He insisted he’d stay until your cab arrived even though you made it clear he didn’t have too. The silence between you too was comforting, a calm after a storm, which in this case was the bar and a lot of talking. It wasn’t until the headlights of the cab appearing down the road prompted him to speak. 

“We should drink together more often. Preferably not for a celebration, just the two of us.” 

You looked over at him, hands in his jean pockets as he looked down at you, a smirk present on his face. You smiled nodding.

“Yes, maybe even dinner? Just the two of us of course.” 

You smiled, letting out a little laugh afterwards. He let out his chuckle as well. 

“Of course, Олененок.” 

You cab pulled up next to you and he opened the door for you, watching as you slid into the back and looked up at him. 

“You can call me Maxim, Олененок” 

He said, leaning down into the back while speaking, a hand resting on the roof of the cab and the door. 

“Okay,”

You paused, watching his eyes. He started to close the door but you stopped him. 

“What does that mean, The name you keep calling me?” 

He smirked, laughing a bit before speaking. 

“You’ll find out one day, Олененок” 

He spoke and closed the cab door. 

[noelle666]

Tiny fanfic with no title

Heinrix van Calox/Noelle von Valancius Place and time: Lord Captains quarters, right after the "ice scene"

"Together. We're together. That is all I need".

Heinrix was holding his beloved Lord Captain in his arms: his body started to slowly warm up, the scent of her hair helped him to calm down. Noelle raised her gaze and looked into psyker's eyes:

"Heinrix, I know you will probably tell me there is no need to call for healers because you are strong and capable of taking care of yourself, but please, let me take care of you. You will stay with me tonight".

"I am your eternal servant, - Heinrix smiled faintly, - And will do all what is needed".

In several minutes ex-interrogator was standing under warm streams of water; he leaned back against grey and white marble wall of a shower cabin [1] and looked through the glass door: he saw a blurry silhouette of Noelle, she was doing something and then she rushed out of bedroom, probably to the entrance of her quarters. Even though the distance was not that short and the door's glass was translucent, the man noticed her moves were twitchy, filled with a degree of panic. He continued to look through the glass, waiting; it took less than a minute when Noelle appeared in a room again holding somethink which looked like a tray and something was standing on it. Heinrix exited the cabin, he wiped water off his body and covered himself in a towel.

For several years Noelle was a part of an Ecclesiarchy missionary group: they traveled through two large hive-worlds, visited many communities of loyal Emperor servants, rich and poor, those who are in need and those who bathe in wealth. Most of a time her role was to help sick and dying people, she was skilled in medical science and could comfort with kind words and empathy. Priestess knew how to treat hypothermia but was not sure if her methods could work on psyker who almost turned into an ice statue because of his powers. Still, she couldn't just stand and do nothing. Noelle heard footsteps behind her back while she was conjuring over a beverage she believed could helped her beloved at least a little bit.

"Please, take sit on a bed, it'll take only a moment. It is almost ready, I think..."

The last words were spoken quietly and meditatively, Noelle froze next to a table with a slightly raised hand as if she was calculating something in her mind. Heinrix came closer and smelled a citrus scent; he sat on the edge of the bed and observed what was on a tray: a cup with a spoon, steam was swirling above it, next to it a small bowl filled with sugar cubes and the last one was a little fancy saucer with several pieces of a fruit (Heinrix did not know what it was but remembered he saw short trees on Janus covered with the same fruits, but they were smaller and greener - probably still in a process of growth). The woman took a spoon with her thin elegant fingers, a light sound of it hitting porcelain cup made to think about little bells ringing. Noelle took a cup and gave in to Heinrix.

"What is this?"

"Solian tea. [2] Never thought I could ever drink it again, at least not in the closest future. But it seems Mistress Vyatt and I had something in common. It may sound odd to you but I don't really like recaf. I used to drink the most simple and cheap tea but to me it was the best of all drinks".

"I heard Solian one is a very expensive drink and pretty rare".

"Yes, I foung out they grow it on Janus on limited plantations and only for nobles. Sadly, I don't know about its homeland".

Heinrix took a sip: the drink had rich taste, a little bit or bitterness mixed with sweetness of sugar and notes of sour fruit. Differs from recaf he used to drink, but he couldn't say it was bad, maybe not very stimulating but this effect was not needed under present circumstanses. The tea was warm, psyker drank in one gulp as if it was a medicine and returned a cup to Noelle.

"I am sorry if it looks like a torture to you, - Noelle chuckled and put an empty cup on a tray, although her face expression had no notes of fun, - I hope it helps. Tea and lemons or other citruses usually are the best cures for someone who needs to be warmed up. They say these fruits are very rich with vitamins, but I completely forgot their name. Hm, what was it..."

Heinrix noticed that yet again Noelle's movements become twitchy - she was nervous and trying to cover it with a small talk. The man reached out to priestess' hand and pulled her closer, he embraced her and looked at her. Noelle wanted to avert her eyes, but then she looked at Heinrix and touched his cheek: he looked as usual "him" and no one could've ever guessed that about half an hour ago this man could've been dead. Heinrix started to gently caress his beloved's back, he noticed the tip of her nose turned pink, her lips started to tremble and eyes were about to be filled with tears; he put his head to Noelle's chest and she squeezed him in her arms just the way she did when psyker was about to be swallowed by warp's powers.

The man closed his eyes, he was listening to priestess' heartbeat - it was faster than it should be, her heart was like a little bird caged against its will, trying to break free, so passionate and scared. The same heartbeat helped him to see the real world again and not to dive into dark abyss. And her trembling voice, her words:

"Wake up... please".

Heinrix saw Noelle crying for the first time when they shared a dinner together. That evening had to be a merely sweet date for two of them, but one word after another, and her heart cracked. They both knew their bond is more than spending time together whether it is a game of regicide or more intimate moments but no one ever said the most important words because their road sooner or later supposed to be split in two. You cannot build happiness if you are not fully honest. Heinrix could not lose the one and only who gave him this ablsolute happiness and he did what he was avoiding the whole time (not because of cowardness but because he didn't want to hurt Noelle). He opened his heart and told her about his love which was burning in his chest for some time, he dropped the shackles of silence, and the scales have tipped towards his desires and feelings. And yet there was "duty".. That night Heinrix promissed his beloved he will never hurt her, he will never make her cry again. But he failed. His heart sank when he saw frozen tears on Noelle's cheeks, yet he gathered all his will and strenght to remain calm - this is what she needed since she gave all her powers to save her beloved. She needed peace because it is all over, otherwise she could've been broken into many pieces.

Noelle was combing Heinrix's hair with her fingers, slowly she managed to put all her feelings together. Heinrix looked at her and gently kissed, he smiled as if he said to her that there is nothing to be feared of, no need to worry.

Psyker fell asleep as soon as his head touched a pillow: in one moment his eyes closed and he was swallowed by deep slumber, the moment after he opened his eyes, and it was already morning. Noelle, on the other hand, couldn't really sleep: she was awaking almost every hour to check if everything is alright with her beloved, whether he is breathing or if he is tortured by nightmares. Only closer to morning her restless heart and mind fully calmed down.

"He is with me. I am with him. Where the road will lead us matters not, for nothing can tear us apart anymore".

[1] - Noelle asked to install a shower cabin to her bathroom since she is a humble person and sees no need in huge pool of water.

[2] - Solian tea - an expensive variety of tea. Was mentioned in "Eisenhorn. Xenos" novel. Unfortunately, there are no other detailes.

[whoa-its-dani]

From the Official FNAF Cookbook, for @shrimpmandan (and other Monty enthusiasts!) 🐊⛳

Sorry for the shoddy pics, I was in a hurry. I don't have the book right now so I can't take better pics yet (ˉ▽ˉ；)

If anyone can help me with the image descriptions, I'd be super appreciative. Running on low spoons now & I'm not sure the two I made are any good. Gotta remember the visually impaired Monty fans.

The last one looks like you're on a date with Monty. He's buying you family-friendly non-alcoholic drinks before asking you to golf.

I own none of this content. All of it is © Scott Cawthon.

Text under the cut:

"Montgomery Gator's Beverages" "Running around the Pizzaplex arcade is definitely thirsty work. While animatronics rarely stop for liquid refueling, human visitors need hydration of the highest order. Cans of Sodaroni (a weird pepperoni-flavored drink) can be spotted everywhere, but a more sophisticated and enjoyable selection of beverages are about to be revealed. Cheers!"

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"Monty Gator's Green with Envy!" "With his glamrock attitude and star-shaped sunglasses, Monty Gator makes a healthy smoothie that puts all other Pizzaplex drinks in the shade. It's speedy to make, so use your spare time for a quick game of Gator Golf!"

Serves: 2 | Preparation Time: 10 Minutes

What You Will Need: 1 apple, cored 1 banana, peeled 1 tsp grated fresh ginger Small handful of spinach Small handful of kale 1 Tbsp chia seeds 1/4 cucumber 15 mint leaves Juice of 2 limes 3 ice cubes Scant 1 cup/7 oz/200 ml apple juice, plus extra if needed 1 tbsp honey

Place all ingredients into a blender and blend until smooth.

If it feels thick, add more apple juice. Serve right away. This is certainly a boost you need first thing in the morning.

"Monty Mystery Mix is a strange green pizza-topping goop which can be used to lure- and finally destroy- Chica. Mean and green!"

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"Monty's Mouthwatering Melon Meltdown" "Show that you have a smooth side, too, by serving up this marvelous fruity mocktail. The watermelon, mint, lime, honey, and soda combo comes together perfectly for quite a unique taste. Top work!

Makes: 2 | Preparation Time: 10 Minutes

What You Will Need: 3/4 cup/7 oz/200 g watermelon, seeds removed 1 tbsp honey 5 mint leaves Juice of 2 limes 1 1/4 cups/10 fl oz/300 ml soda water, chilled

To Serve: Ice, for the glasses 2 Tbsp grenadine (optional) Extra mint leaves 2 slices lime 2 watermelon wedges

Put the watermelon in a blender with the honey, mint leaves, and lime juice and blend until smooth. Add the soda water and blend for another couple seconds.

Add ice to two tall glasses, top with the watermelon drink, and pour in the grenadine, if using. Garnish each glass with mint leaves, a watermelon wedge, and a slice of lime. Serve immediately.

"Freddy Fact: Don't forget to visit Monty's Gator Golf (aka Monty Gold and formerly Monty's Wild Golf). Home of the Hurricane Hole-in-One!"

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I hope it's not to difficult to read. IDK why there wasn't a "hurricane hole-in-one" drink.

[bewitchingbooktours]

Kiss of Blood and Sin by M Guida - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Dark Cherry Blood Pastries

These Dark Cherry Blood Pastries are perfect for Halloween, combining the tart sweetness of dark cherries with a buttery, flaky pastry. The rich red color of the cherry filling gives a fun and eerie twist, making them a delightful treat for humans at your Halloween gathering. Enjoy the hauntingly delicious flavors as you celebrate the spooky season!

Ingredients:

• Pastry Dough:

2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup unsalted butter, chilled and cubed

1/4 cup granulated sugar

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup ice-cold water

• Filling:

 2 cups fresh or frozen dark cherries, pitted

 1/4 cup granulated sugar

 2 tablespoons cornstarch

 1 tablespoon lemon juice

 1/4 teaspoon almond extract

• Topping:

1 egg, beaten (for egg wash)

1 tablespoon granulated sugar (for sprinkling)

Instructions:

1. Prepare the Pastry Dough:

-In a large mixing bowl, combine the flour, sugar, and salt.

-Add the chilled butter cubes and use a pastry cutter or your hands to mix until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

-Gradually add the ice-cold water, one tablespoon at a time, until the dough comes together.

-Form the dough into a ball, wrap it in plastic wrap, and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes.

2. Prepare the Cherry Filling:

-In a medium saucepan, combine the cherries, sugar, cornstarch, lemon juice, and almond extract.

-Cook over medium heat, stirring frequently, until the mixture thickens and the cherries release their juices (about 5-7 minutes).

-Remove from heat and let the filling cool completely.

3. Assemble the Pastries:

-Preheat your oven to 375°F (190°C) and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

-On a lightly floured surface, roll out the chilled dough to about 1/8-inch thickness.

-Use a round cookie cutter or a glass to cut out circles from the dough.

-Place a small spoonful of the cherry filling in the center of each dough circle.

-Fold the dough over to create a half-moon shape and press the edges together with a fork to seal.

4. Bake the Pastries:

-Place the pastries on the prepared baking sheet.

-Brush the tops with the beaten egg and sprinkle with a little granulated sugar.

-Bake in the preheated oven for 20-25 minutes, or until the pastries are golden brown.

5. Serve and Enjoy:

-Allow the pastries to cool slightly before serving.

-For an extra spooky touch, drizzle with a bit of red icing or syrup to resemble dripping blood.

Kiss of Blood and Sin

M Guida

Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press 

Date of Publication: September 25, 2024

Number of pages: 300

Word Count: 80,776

Cover Artist: Jacqueline Sweet

Book Description: 

I never wanted to be a mafia princess. But I wasn't given that choice when my brother turned me. 

Now he's the mafia king and his enemies want me dead. His magical mirrors shows my impending murder without revealing the assassin. It could be anyone, and I trust no one. Until I meet Dimitri Dragan. 

My brother would never agree for me to claim a born vampire with a sketchy past. But I'll fight to make him mine. I didn't have a choice in becoming a vampire, but I have a choice in who I love.

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About the Author: M Guida has always loved fantasy and romance, especially dragons. Growing up, she devoured fantasy books and all kinds of young adult books. And then she found romance and a whole new world opened up to her.

Now as an adult, she fell in love with academy romance and has blended all of her past loves into one compelling series. Dragons, vampires, elves, demons, and wolves all live in her world.

When she's not writing, she lives in the colorful Rocky Mountains with her fur baby, Raven, and enjoys taking her for walks.

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[aminaascericworld]

Title: A Night Out

Setting: Amina and Johann's apartment. Amina is in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Johann is in the bedroom, buttoning up his black shirt and adjusting his trousers.Johann: (calling from the bedroom) "Amina, are you almost ready?"Amina: (smiling at her reflection) "Almost! Just need to put on my earrings."Johann walks into the room, looking incredibly handsome in his black button-up shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. He pauses, admiring Amina.Johann: (softly) "You look stunning."Amina: (turning to face him, blushing slightly) "Thank you, Johann. You look very handsome yourself."Johann walks over to Amina, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and looking at their reflection in the mirror.Johann: "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side."Amina: (grinning) "And I'm the luckiest woman to have you as my fiancé."They share a tender moment, their love and strong bond evident in their eyes.Amina: "Remember how we met in the cafeteria? I was making a café latte, and you just started talking to me out of the blue."Johann: (chuckling) "I couldn't help myself. You looked so focused and adorable. I had to get to know you."Amina: "And now look at us, five years later, engaged and stronger than ever."Johann kisses the top of Amina's head.Johann: "Ready to head out and show everyone how amazing we are together?"Amina: "Absolutely. Let's go."They grab their coats and head out the door, hand in hand, ready to enjoy their night out at the bar.

Title: A Magical Night Out

Setting: Amina and Johann's apartment. They stand near the door, ready to leave.Johann: "Ready to head out and show everyone how amazing we are together?"Amina: "Absolutely. Let's go."Amina draws a circle in the air, and a magical portal appears. They step through and arrive in a hidden spot near their venue in New York.Johann: "You never cease to amaze me with your magic, Amina."Amina: (smiling) "I've been here before with Niki Blueberry and Akira Abital. "They walk into the stunning bar, filled with a sensual atmosphere perfect for their night out.Johann: "This place is incredible. Why don't you pick a private and secluded spot for us to sit, chat, and amuse ourselves?"Amina: (nodding) "Sure thing."She leads them to a cozy corner with a black leather couch, perfect for some privacy.Johann: "What would you like to drink, my love?"Amina: "I'd like a Römer Quelle mineral water, apricot flavor, in a glass with apricot syrup, a slice of lemon, a black straw, and four ice cubes. Alcohol-free, of course."Amina smiles excitedly.Amina: "And what about you, dear?"Johann: "I'll have a Scotch with ice. A classic old drink for a classic old vampire such as myself."He smiles flirtatiously at her and heads to the bar to order their drinks. After a few moments, Johann returns with their drinks in both hands and places them on the table.Amina: (sitting on the black leather couch, watching funny TikTok videos) "This place is perfect. I’m already having a great time."Johann sits beside her and gives her a quick, cheeky kiss on her lips. He then puts his hand on her thigh and squeezes it gently, showing his possessiveness.Johann: "You know, I love that you belong to me."Amina: "And I love that about you."They have casual conversations, enjoying each other's company. Amina continues watching funny videos in between their chats. Johann notices her laughing and decides to share a funny story of his own.Johann: "So, there was this one time at work when I accidentally mixed up the training schedules. The trainees ended up in a vampire etiquette class instead of combat training."Amina bursts into genuine laughter.Amina: "I can just imagine the confusion! You always have the best stories."They continue enjoying their night, basking in each other's presence and the vibrant atmosphere of the bar.

Title: A Magical Night Out part 2 Setting: A cozy corner in a stunning bar in New York. Johann and Amina are sitting on a black leather couch, enjoying their drinks.Amina: (takes a sip of her drink, then crosses her legs and turns to Johann) "How about we play a game to get to know each other better?"Johann: (smiling) "That sounds interesting. What do you have in mind?"Amina: "We take turns saying something about ourselves. This way, we can learn more about each other."Johann: "I like the idea. Let's do it."Amina looks excited but suddenly struggles to think of something to say. Johann chuckles at her visible thought process.Johann: "Alright, I'll start. I'm currently reading 'Carpe Jugulum' by Terry Pratchett."Amina: (perking up) "Oh, really? Which chapter are you on?"Johann: "Chapter 100."Amina: (laughing) "Okay, my turn. I like to sing in the shower."She laughs at herself, feeling a bit embarrassed.Amina: (thinking) "Agh, I'm so stupid. I wanted to be mysterious and aloof. Now my strategy can land in the trash with the rest of me."Johann, who can read her thoughts, takes her hand gently.Johann: "Amina, you don't need to change for me. I'll always love you just the way you are."Amina: (smiling, squeezing his hand) "Thanks, Johann. You're always so understanding."Johann: "Your turn again. What else should I know about my amazing fiancée?"Amina: "Hmm... I secretly love watching cheesy romantic comedies."Johann: (grinning) "Really? I wouldn't have guessed that. Any favorites?"Amina: "Oh, definitely 'The Proposal' with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds."Johann: "Good choice. I might have to join you next time you watch it."Amina: "I'd love that. What about you, Johann? What's something surprising about you?"Johann: "I used to write poetry when I was younger."Amina: "No way! You have to show me some of your work someday."Johann: "Maybe one day. But for now, let's just enjoy this night together."They continue chatting, laughing, and sharing more about themselves. The atmosphere is filled with love and warmth as they bask in each other's company.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Drinking Straw Day

Sipping a cold drink has never been more enjoyable thanks to these colorful tubes of fun that make every sip a delight!

Can you imagine drinking a milkshake without a straw? Or how anyone would manage a juice box? How many soft drinks would you have spilled on yourself in dark movie theaters if it weren’t for straws? I think we can all agree drinking straws have changed our lives for the better enough to deserve their own holiday, and that’s exactly what Drinking Straw day is about: celebrating the invention and patenting of the (paraffin-covered) paper drinking straw!

Learn about National Drinking Straw Day

National Drinking Straw Day has been designed to celebrate this humble invention. A straw may seem like such a basic thing, but it’s a necessity. From milkshakes to iced coffees; a straw is a must for a number of drinks. This is especially the case for cocktails with mint leaves in and other elements that you don’t want to swallow!

History of National Drinking Straw Day

The straws man ever used were made by the Sumerians, and were probably most often used for drinking beer, which at that time contained many solid byproducts of the fermentation process. Thousands of years later, in the 1800s, the rye grass straw became popular because it was cheap and soft. Unfortunately, it also had the tendency to turn to mush in liquid.

One day, while drinking a mint julep, inventor Marvin C. Stone became especially frustrated by straws’ shortcomings, as the taste of the rye mixed with that of his drink, giving it a grassy taste. He then patented the modern drinking straw in 1888. The first straw Stone made was just paper wound around a pencil to make a thin tube, and he then slid out pencil out from one end and applied glue between the strips.

This was already a great improvement on the rye grass straw, as it did not impart any flavor onto the drink being consumed. Stone later further refined his invention by building a machine that would coat the outside of the paper with wax to hold it together, so the glue wouldn’t dissolve in the Bourbon he liked to drink.

How to celebrate National Drinking Straw Day

One way to celebrate National Drinking Straw Day would be to spend the entire day drinking all liquids via straws—your morning orange juice, afternoon mineral water, you evening wine and so on. One thing to watch out for here, however, is the fact that sucking any liquid into your mouth via a straw heats the liquid up by a few degrees, and that’s why hot drinks, such as coffee or tea, should not be drunk using straws, as that could lead to scalding your mouth.

Another great way to celebrate this holiday would be to learn to make the drink that that inspired Marvin Stone to create a new kind of straw in the first place: the mint julep. Then, sit back, sipping your drink through a straw and be grateful it does not taste like rye grass! Cheers to Marvin C. Stone, ladies and gentlemen!

Mint Julep Recipe

Ingredients

Makes 2 cocktails

10 mint sprigs

1 ounce simple syrup OR 4 sugar cubes OR 4 teaspoons of sugar

5 ounces of your favorite bourbon whiskey

Mint sprigs for garnish

Place half of the mint and simple syrup or sugar into one special julep cup, or double old-fashioned glass, and the other half of the mint and sugar/syrup into another. Muddle the mint well with a spoon to dissolve the sugar and to release the oil and aroma of the mint. Pour half of the bourbon into one glass, and the rest into the other. Then, fill both glasses with crushed ice and stir quite energetically, until the glass becomes frosty. Garnish with the mint sprigs and enjoy!

If a Mint Julep is not for you, another drink that needs to be enjoyed with a straw is a frozen Margarita. The Margarita is a classic cocktail, which consists of triple sec, tequila and lemon or lime juice. It is traditionally served with a salt glass rim, however, there are many variations available nowadays and a lot of people opt for sugar instead. You will see a Margarita in various forms, such as straight-up – without ice, frozen – blended with ice, and on the rocks – shaken with ice. There are also fruity varieties and different flavours incorporated into modern versions of this drink.

The Margarita is definitely one of the best summer cocktails, as it is light, refreshing and bursting with flavour. Most people opt for a frozen margarita during the warmer months, as we like our drinks ice cold when it is sweltering outside. We are going to reveal one of our simple frozen margarita recipes to follow, so you can easily enjoy this drink at home.

To make a frozen margarita you will need tequila, Cointreau, white caster sugar, orange zest, sea salt flakes and fresh lime juice. You are going to begin by making a syrup by combining water with caster sugar in a pan over heat. Make sure you choose a low heat and stir the contents constantly until the sugar dissolves. After this, you should grate in the orange zest and squeeze the lime juice. Pour all contents into a container and freeze.

Once you are ready to enjoy your Margarita, you should take the frozen mix from the freezer and blitz it in a blender. Once you have done so, add Cointreau and tequila. Get yourself a glass and rub a lime wedge around the rim, roll it in a little salt and then pour the drink inside. Finally, grab a straw and cut it in half so it fits the glass. The only thing left to do is enjoy it!

Of course, you can always make non-alcoholic versions of these drinks! Or, why not make yourself a nice, cold frappe? To do this, you need to add some water and coffee to a glass. You can add some flavored syrup, such as vanilla or caramel as well. You then need to whisk these ingredients together until there is a nice froth on the top. Add some ice, top up with milk, add a straw, and enjoy!

We also recommend that you do your bit for the planet and ditch your plastic straws on this date (if you have any!). Instead, opt for a metal straw, which can be used again and again. These are much better than the paper straws, which can be rather frustrating!

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[nielsbrabants]

In a Kubrickeqsue bar (excerpt from my novella SLUTMANIA)

In september I hang out with this American-born gallery owner for a bit, more out of opportunism than because I like him. Maybe because I am bored. He grew up in New Jersey, is not particularly handsome or fit, dresses like a slob. He found me through Instagram. I made it clear that we would not ever fuck, kiss or even cuddle (as he alluded to many times) during our first meet-up and he seems to want and keep me around regardless.

He takes me to a Kubrickesque bar. Against the wall outside, a couple of meters from the place’s massive black door, lays a homeless man passed out. He is wearing an “I love Berlin” cap and for some reason his jeans are lowered till around his knees. Dried shit stains his pale thin thighs. We have to ring the bell in order to enter.

Smooth jazz plays in the background. The long, narrow space is dimly lit. Wooden paneling and clinical art contribute to an eclectic though minimalistically chique vibe. Behind the long bar, the surface of which is a dark, polished wood, two ancient bartenders in white tuxedos mix timeless cocktails.

The three of us are sitting at a small square table. Ice cubes crack gently in the glass as I am slowly sipping an old fashioned. The woman has a razor sharp black bob cut, bright red lips, and wears some deconstructed black dress.

‘Urban real estate is the last profitable form of global investment,’ she says, showing us her massive phone and swiping through pictures of some regal Charlottenburg apartment which she has apparently purchased.

Her face noticeably turns sour as the other woman approaches our table. It surpasses my understanding how the gallery owner in this forty years of being alive has not gathered the wisdom that one does not invite people who don’t vibe to a bar night together.

‘Darling,’ the newly arrived woman, younger, blonder, screeches out. I have to give it to her, she looks glamorous in her wide khaki pants and tucked in white blouse.

‘How does it feel? Not too tight?’ She asks, smacking her cheeks against his.

‘Perfectly gentle,’ the gallery owner says.

Perching up her chin and moving her face slowly from left to right, she asks: ‘How bout the looks of it? No too Madonna?’ The woman in black turns to me and rolls her eyes.

‘No my dear, she wishes.’

‘Okay good. I always tell him to go gently. I can feel when he overdoes it. It’s this like strange tight sensation on the inside of my skin. I don’t know how to put it better.’

‘You look amazing my dear. No worries. He is the best in town.’

‘He really is.’

Only after this introduction does she seem to notice me and the real estate owner. After greetings we order a new round of drinks. The conversation cannot hold my attention.

I am mainly nodding and zoning out until the blonde woman says: ‘I know this woman who lives in Iraq and she actually says that the quality of life has risen exponentially since our presence there,’ and I almost choke on my drink. I peek over the table in order to exchange a dismissive glance with the woman in black but she says: ‘I can believe that. Before these people basically lived in sand huts, no? It must be refreshing for a woman to be able to drive a car and have access to a 24/7 convenience store.’

‘I don’t know if they have 7-Elevens in Baghdad my love,’ says the gallery owner, the reason I am here.

‘Well, no I know, as a matter of speech I mean, but like, the market doth provide and…’

‘You people are sick,’ I say, ‘I know a guy from Iraq who was raped under gunpoint by one of your democracy spreading soldiers when he was fifteen. His first sexual experience.’ They steer the situation away from politics. I leave after finishing my drink.