#delectable delightful good for my soul i love it here

[ybcpatrick]

how i feel making posts so i can continously edit the tags and talk to myself to get it out of my system

[loststarphounix]

It's Gundham's birthday rn (it's 12am, December 14th in my timezone lmao)

and so, I decided to gift him the best thing I can offer atm:

✨ Kazuichi in lingerie ✨

Kazuichi comes home earlier than Gundham does, and so he has time to prepare his gift to him at home! The devas also joined him for his duties for the day so he won't have them to snitch on him, which is good-

Kazuichi's gift to him is his very own lover wearing the most beautiful lingerie he's seen. Don't ask Kazuichi where he got it, he just does- xD

Gundham comes home later a little after dark, and notices Kazuichi not on the couch waiting for him, which was odd. He goes upstairs and finds him on their bed wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got especially for his birthday~ >.<

( tbh this is just me using gundham's bday as an excuse to ramble about kazuichi in lingerie bc i personally love the idea LMAO )

Ah I feel bad cause I don’t have a fic ready for him, so this might have to do lol TW: pic of lingerie and hand job

Kaz got this lingerie thanks to Sonia 🤣

He asked her for help picking out something nice and she looked in square in the eye and said “say no more”. She actually bought several - nearly a baker dozen all varying in different colors and cuts and some even have faux fur lining. She went to town and they all fit like a glove lol

But the one he decides to wear, is a cute little light pink piece that fits snugly against his hips and chest, which is perfect because Gundham does like seeing Kazuichi’s masculine body incased in feminine clothing. And this is particularly feminine (spoiled caused slight risky photo)

So he has it on, feeling pretty cute and good about himself. He looks good and though the thigh straps were a bitch to get right, everything is just perfect. And to add the perfect touch, he puts on the custom made pleather dog collar Gundham had made, complete with a dog tag with Kazuichi’s name engraved snug against his neck.

He knows he make a pretty sight and desperately wants to take a picture for future use, but holds off because he can’t trust himself sending to his boyfriend and ruining the surprise 😏

When he hears the front door open, he feels nervous, it keeps his ass firmly planted on the bed and waits anxiously for the other to come into the bedroom.

“Paramour?”

“In here.” He calls, voice high and excited. “I have a surprise for you~”

And wow ok. Taking him a bit of a minute to get there. Could be his anxiety but it takes Gundham an eternity to get to their bedroom, but it’s worth it when he opens the door, talking about how some irritable parrot was refusing to eat or groom itself and stopping mid word as he took in Kazuichi, sitting in the middle of their bed, legs tucked in to push the strain of the thigh straps taunt against his skin and a gauzy dark pink short shift splay around him like some Disney princess.

Kazuichi is so proud of Gundham’s reaction, he wiggles a bit in excitement as the breeder continues to stare at him in a mix of surprise and desire and in a genius move, he shoulders the shift off, exposing his slightly tan shoulders and he could be seeing things but he swears the others nostrils flare as his eyes focus on the collar.

“You like it? Happy birthday baby-“ is all he can get out before he is suddenly pushed against the sheets and is silenced by the other kissing the soul outta him.

Gundham is just pawing at him, kneading his thighs; hands tugging at the bra to flick a nipple and a wide wicked tongue making a wet strip at the hollow of his throat. Kazuichi was already half hard and it takes no time at all for him to be full mast and he moans as those cold hands brush against his groin.

“My dear, you look delightful. Absolutely delectable.” Gundham growls and Kazuichi shivers cause holy shit he really likes it.

And Kazuichi preens at that, because fuck yeah he knows it. Gundham is just pulling more at the bra and has already pulled down the delicate fabric of the crotch panties, long fingers wrapping loosely around his length and his arches his back on the bed. Something rends in the air and it barely phases him as he thrusts into that pale hand.

“I find that you will enjoy me unwrapping my present fare than I will.” Gundham rumbles I’m part amusement and part hunger as he speeds up his hand slightly.

“Nigh ~ Never know until you do.” He replies with a toothy grin that immediately crumbles as he rides out his orgasm.

“Indeed.” And he watches in semi conscious bliss as pulls away to quickly remove his clothes.

And yeah, this gift was a great idea.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1179: Valentine's Office Party (Persona 5 X Sonic)

7:34 p.m. at G.U.N.'s Main Hall Entrance........

Everyone: (Chattering Among One Another Inside)

Sae: (Takes a Sip of her Cup of Punch She's Holding in her Hands) So you had to finish off two and a half mountain sets of paperwork then helped set up this party together immediately after? That couldn't be pleasant.

Topaz: ('Sigh') Not in the slightest.....We're still very short on accountants and the ones we have left took an early leave for the day. (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) So, of course, they decided take me away from my line of work and made me doing theirs instead, without even a single thank you coming out from any of their mouths!

Sae: ('Sigh') I feel your pain on that one, sister. I swear, I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times my superiors drop those sets of paperwork on my desk since the day I started my career of being a prosecutor. And now it's Tae-san's turnn to deal a few of own unfortunately.

Topaz: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit Of Confusion) Tae-san?

Sae: Tae Takemi. She's a back alley doctor in the streets of Shiyuba from where I'm also from.....(Starts Blushing a Bit) As....well as my girlfriend~

Topaz: ('Gasps') Oh my gosh, really?~ For how long If you don't me asking.

Sae: A few months now. She can be a real weirdo sometimes, but.....(Smiles a Bit) She's my weirdo. I do anything for her, so long as it legal.

Topaz: (Clasps her Hands Together Lovingly) Awwwwww!~ That's so sweet, congratulations, both of you!~

Sae: (Simply Nodded at the GUN Operative) Thanks. It's been a long while since I've been into an actual relationship, so I'm not exactly as well experienced in romance as she is surprisingly.

Topaz: Give it some time, dear. I'm sure you'll get back in the swing of things eventually. (Continues Talking to Sae)

..............................................................................

Rouge: (Sighs Happily as Watches Topaz and Sae in the Distance Along with Morgana abd Lavenza) Look at them~ Two workaholics getting along in harmony~

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly) It's nice to see them having a good time this evening

Rouge: Yeah, Topaz especially. That woman been doing everyone else's work all day today with little to no break. She deserves to let loose every once and a while.

Morgana: (Turns to Rouge) How did you guys first meet anyways?

Rouge: Back in some factory a few years ago. Before I started my agent career, I was just your run of the mil jewelry thief 'till the day she caught me red-handed and took me into this very base.

Morgana: Where you two became partners?

Rouge: (Winks at Mona) Ding-Ding~ We didn't quite get along right off the bat mind you, used to butt heads a lot more than we do nowadays actually. (Smiles Softly) But eventually, once we put our pettiness aside and get every mission we get assigned to done, our friendship has been all the more sweeter ever since.

Lavenza: Ooh! Speaking of sweets, Mona-Chan~ (Smiles Brightly at her Boyfriend) I got a marvelous Valentine's Day present for you to enjoy!~ (Summons a Red, Heart Shaped Box on the Palm of her Hands)

Morgana: (Gasps a Tad Bit Loudly as He Place Both of his Hands onto his Cheeks) You got me a box of chocolate?~

Lavenza: (Giggles Softly at How Cute Mona is Acting) Better~ I took the liberties to make you a box of chocolate, in hand!~ (Smiles Sheepishly) They might not be the most.....delectable sets, taste wise, but please know that I've put my very soul into making them the best I can.

Morgana: (Smiles Brightly) And I'm sure I'll love them as much as I love you~

Rouge: (Clasps her Hands Together in Pure Delight) Oh my gosh, you two are the most cutest things in the ball!~

Morgana: Pretty sure it's just a regular party, Ms. Rouge.

Rouge: (Shrugs a Bit) Party, Ball, same thing really. Say, do you mind if I have a piece of that chocolate of yours as well? I hardly gotten anything good to eat since I got here.

Lavenza: Of course you can, Ms. Rouge. (Starts Getting a Bit Panicky) B-But please proceed with cation, you two! The chocolates are-

Rouge: (Examines the Chocolates Inside an Now Opened Box) Hmmm......They don't seem to be looking too appealing design wise.

Morgana: Looks aren't everything so long as it taste good.

Mona and Rouge takes one of the chocolates out of the box and eats their respective piece......Only for their to be widened as Rouge takes out a pink handkerchief from her pocketbook and spits out thr chocolate she was eating before passing it to Mona for him to do the same.

Lavenza: ('Sigh') Not if the chocolates are salty.....I knew I should've read that cookbook more thoroughly instead of rushing myself to get these made before the party started.....

Morgana: (Closes the Box Before Gently Placing his Hand Onto Lavenza Shoulder With a Reassuring Smile) Hey, don't let it get you down. I'm sure you'll have them more tasty next time.

Rouge: (Place her Hand on her Chest With a Proud Smile on her Face) And I will be more than happy to assist you along the way, my dear~

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow at Rouge) Wait. You can cook? Since when?

Rouge: Started learning a month ago. Not to toot my own horn, but I believe I've gotten quite skillful in the kitchen if I do say so myself~

Shadow: (Walks By While Holding a Punch Drink in his Hand) Rouge, you nearly burned Knuckles' kitchen down weeks ago. You don't need to be teaching those kids anything.

Rouge: (Comically Glares at her Teammate) It was ONE TIME, Shadow! I can do a lot better, thank you!

Shadow: Doubt it.

Rouge: (Blows a Raspberry at Shadow)

Topaz: (From the Other Side of the Room) Rouge! Behave yourself over there.

Rouge: But-

Topaz: Now!

Rouge: (Crosses her Arms While Grumbling and Pouting)

Lavenza: (Giggles Softly) It's okay, Ms Rouge. We can all teach each other how to cook together.

Morgana: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) While trying not to burn anything down in the process.....

...........................................................................

Omega: (Watches Morgana and Lavenza Trying to Calm Down an Pouting Rouge in the Distance Before Noticing Shadow's Presence) You poked fun at her cooking again?

Shadow: (Casually Shrugs) Just stating the truth like I always do. She did set the stove on fire.

Omega: For approximately 6.6 seconds before I came in and extinguish it from causing the stove to disintegrate completely.

Shadow: True.

Omega: (Gives Shadow a Deadpinned Look on his Face) But that won't stop you from poking at her for it, will it?

Shadow: (Smirks a Bit) Nope. She should've think twice before poking fun at me numerous of times in the past. Now she's paying the price for it. (Takes a Sip of his Drink)

Omega: (Rolls his Visual Sensors Around) Right. Anywho, question.

Shadow: (Points at Omega) Shoot.

Omega: Have you ever encountered a romantic feeling towards someone in the past?

Shadow: Can't say that I have really. Never been too interested in romance in general. What about you, Omega?

Omega: (My His Habd onto his Metal Chest) My crush was previously towards a princess who obtain the pyrokinesis royalty.

Shadow: Pyrokinesis royalt- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at the Realization) What a minute? You're telling me you used to have a crush on Blaze once?

Omega: (Simply Nodded) Affirmative. (Sticks his Hand Out in a Romantic Type of Way) Her flames shine as bright as bright as the morning sun and are equally as destructive as my rapid-fire cannons. (Slouches his Upper Body Down While Frowning in Disappointment) So you could imagine my immense disappointment when I discovered that she is currently taken by two male partners.

Shadow: Is that right? When did you find that out?

Omega: On the day of Vector and Vanilla's wedding. I spotted them sharing their public affection towards during the reception. They seemed happy and complete together. It was at this moment I realized that the concept of romance has died within my metal soul.....

Shadow: (Place his Hand onto Omega's Shoulder, Giving him a Bit of a Reassuring Smile) Don't give up on it just yet, big guy. I'm sure you'll find someone eventually. (Suddenly Felt Something Covering his Eyes) Omega, is covering my eyes is your way of thanking me or something?

Peach starts giggling quietly along with Hat Kid as she is currently covering her son's eyes from the back.

Omega: Negative.

Hat Kid silently asks Omega to bend down to her height level as she starts whispering into his hearing sensors.

Omega: But I do obtain another question for you to answer.

Shadow: (Feeling the Need to Raise his Eyebrow) Okay.....Ask away.

Omega: Who do you believe is the strongest being in the Smash Bros Family?

Shadow: My mother. She's brave, care, loving, Intimidating when she wants to be, and has shown to risk her life into protecting her love ones numerous of times in the past. (Starts Hearing thr Sound of Sniffing) And judging by the sounds I'm hearing behind me, I'm guessing the person who's been covering my eyes this whole time is her in person?

Peach: (Happily Reveal Herself to Shadow) Yes, it's meeeeeee!~ (Hugs Shadow Lovingly) I'm so happy to have a sweetheart son like you in my life!~

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly) Nice to see you too, mother.

Hat Kid happily rushes over and Hugs Shadow leg.

Shadow: (Looks Down at his Little Sister Before Gently Ruffling the Top of her Hair) And you as well, sister. Thank you two for coming here tonight.

Peach: You know, we wouldn't miss it for the world. (Kiss Shadow on the Cheek) I'm sorry your father and brother couldn't join us this evening. Sonic had to go out and stop Eggman as usual....(Clasps her Hands Together in a Loving Manner) And father is back home planning a very romantic surprise for me as we speak~

Meanwhile at the Smash Direct Mall......

Mario: (Shows off the Red, Sliky Pants and Jacket Bayonetta Picked Out For Him) I dunno, Cereza. Are you sure Peach would like this outfit I'm wearing?

Bayonetta: (Fprms a Proud Smirk on her Face) Trust me, dear, that princess of yours will be dropping everything and run straight towards you once she sees you in this marvelous get up. Especially since you're quite the charming looking man yourself~

Mario: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly While Blushing a Bit) Thanks, but.......(Starts Squeezing the Side of his Already Revealing Stomach Before Letting Put a Sigh) I think my own body says otherwise......

Bayonetta: (Gives Mario a Pouty Look) Oh don't you give me that. You know as well as I do that Peach adores you no matter of how chubby you look. Hell, my goddess have a slightly bigger belly than yours and I shower it with my love abd affection every waking morning. You'll be fine, my dear, trust me!

Mario: ('Sigh') If you say so.....

Bayonetta: (Smiles Brightly) I know so. Now, hurry up and change back so we can get outta here and get that cake we ordered.

Mario: Yes, ma'am.

Back at the Party

Peach: (Hugs Herself While Swaying her Hips From Side to Side in a Very Loving Manner) Ohh, I can't wait to come back home and shower that handsome man with my undying love!~

Hat Kid: (Sticks her Tongue Out in Disgust) ('Blegh')

Shadow: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself, Being Mildly Embarrassed) Mother........

Omega: (Covers Hat Kid's Ears) T.M.I.!

Peach: (Comically Pouts at the Trio) Oh don't you three give me that! You know how much I adore your father!! (Notices A Familiar Blue Haired Young Man Walking Over Before Putting on a Welcoming Smile Towards Him) Oh, hi Yusuke dear!~ Happy Valentine's Day.

Yusuke: (Happily Nodded Towards the Princess) Likewise, your majesty. (Frowns a Bit) Unfortunately, I can't say that I'm enjoying this evening completely at the moment.

Shadow: Why? What happened?

Omega: And where is Futuba-san?

Peach: (Starts Getting Worried) She's not sick, is she?

Yusuke: No, she's here and well, your majesty. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) But.....('Sigh') She told she has to step out for a second, but it's been fifteen minutes and I'm starting to get worried. I'm planning on looking for her as we speak.

Shadow: You won't be the only to do so.

Peach: We'll help look for her too, dear.

Omega: And I will make a clear announcement on the matter in the main office.

Hat Kid: (Puts on a Determined Look on her Face) Me too!

Shadow: Omega, you know you're not allowed to go in there.

Peach: (Gives Hat Kid a Soft Motherly Glare) The same goes for you, young lady. We're guest here. It would be very rude of you to go into that room without permission.

Omega: (Glares at Shadow and Peach as He Helps Pick Hat Kid Up in his Arms) Rude or not, it will not stop us from searching and helping out a dearest friend!

Hat Kid: (Points Forward as Screams Out....) FOR BIG SIS FUTUBAAAAAAAAAAAAA!~

Omega ignites his jet booster as he rushes himself over to the main office, with Hat Kid in his care and assistance.

Peach: Omega! Hat Marie Kid!! Both of you get back here right this instant!!!

Shadow: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of his Nose) I'm never going to hear the end of this tomorrow morning, am I?

Yusuke: (Smiles Sheepishly) There's no need to be too hard on them now. They're only doing their best to help.

Shadow: Yeah and their help is gonming to get me in trouble. I'll watch over them. (Skates his Way to the Troublesome Duo)

Peach: I'll have everyone of our peers know what's going on, so they can help out.

Yusuke: And I'll continue my search.

Yusuke and Peach nodded to one another before splitting themselves up to do their own assigned tasks. As he starts walking around, the artist suddenly hears crunching sounds coming from the under the table behind him.

He he got down on one knee pulls the covers on the table, up revealing itself to have his wiz tech of a girlfriend, Futuba Sakura, sitting under it in a feel position this entire time, slowly eating a mini bag of chips in her hand.

Yusuke: Futuba?

Futuba: (Eyes Begins to Widened as She Slowly Turns to Yusuke with a Bit of an Awkward Smile on her Face) Heyyyy there, Inari. How's it going?

Yusuke: (Raises an Eyebrow) It's going......What, pry tell, is your reason of sitting here of all places?

Futuba: Ohhh you know, just.....hanging around......

'A Bit of Silence'

Futuba: ('Sigh in Defeat') I made you worry, didn't I?

Yusuke: (Simply Nodded) You have, yes. As well as the rest of our friends and family who are now looking for you as we speak.

Futuba: (Sighs Once More While Facepalming Herself) I thought so....I'm really sorry, Yusuke. I didn't mean to make you all worry tonight, honest! I'm just....(Turns Away While Rubbing her Arm Slowly) You know......

Yusuke: Intimidated by a large crowd present here tonight?

Futuba: (Turbs Back to her Inari) Yeah, exactly. ('Groans in Frustration') I just don't get it!! I've been doing ao well being out of my comfort for four years straight, ready to face the world head on and yet, here I am going back to square one by sitting here all night!

Yusuke: Old habits would always find a way to better the better of us at one point in our ongoing lives. That's nothing to feel too ashamed over.

Futuba: ('Sigh') Yeah, I know. (Starts Putting on a Determined Look on her Face) But I promise, I'll keep working my hardest to get over this completely from this day forward. You can out on it!!

Yusuke: And I will continue to root for you every step of the way, just as long as you allow me and everyone else in our group to try to help you if needed.

Futuba: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, definitely! But u-um.....('Sigh') I'm sorry, but.....Do you mind sitting next with me for a bit? I don't think I'm completely ready to get out just yet and.....I missed you. Whole a lot.

Yusuke: (Smiles Softly and Reassuringly) Of course. I've grown to miss you as well. (Goes in Under the Table and Sits Himself Next to His Girlfriend) Hm. We have more room here than I thought.

Futuba: I know, right? It feels so room for an uncover table. (Turns to her Boyfriend with a Smile of Her Own as She Hugs him Lovingly) But seriously though, thank you so so so much for being here and.....putting up with my nonsense tonight, Yusuke.

Yusuke: You're very welcome, Futuba. I do all that I'm willing to do as my love for you runs deep than the roaring waterfall depth within the rainforest.

Futuba: (Giggles Softly)

Yusuke: (Raises an Eyebrow Again) And what seems to be funny to you, Ms. Gremlin?

Futuba: (Tries Dying Down her Laughter) Sorry, sorry. Just couldn't help how funny your corniness is. I love you too, you big dope~ (Gives Yusuke a Big Kiss on the Cheek)

The sound of the microphone static begins to echo into the main hall as someone begins to speak on it.

?????: Attention, all remaining guests! I, E-123 Omega, as well as many others, have an announcement to make!

Futuba: (Instantly Recognizes That Voice) Omega-kun?

?????: My best friend/partner-in-crime, Futaba Sakura, has been missing for eighteen minutes and thirty five seconds and counting. This main futility needs to be thoroughly searched immediately!

Lavenza: Futuba-Chan! If you're out there, please know that we are certainly doing our best to look for you this evening.

Morgana: And we're not gonna rest until we see you in front of us safe and sound, you got that!?

Sae: Don't forget that we're always hear to lend an ear when you need someone to talk to. So please......Don't be afraid to come to us.

Shadow: And if you feel like you need more time to be alone and collect your thoughts, take as much time as you need.

Rouge: That's right. B-But....not too long. The princess is already brought out thr water works-

Peach: FUTABAAAAAA!~ PLEASE BE OKAYYYY!~

Rouge: And Little Miss Bossy Pants has been tapping her foot nonstop, getting all uppity again....

Topaz: Hey, I'm TRYING to get you all out of here before anyone from the high district sees any of you! Do you have an idea how much trouble we'll be in if.....(Continues Scolding Rouge in the Others)

Rouge: See what I a mean? Uptight and bossy.

Topaz: ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?

Shadow: Guys, seriously. Are we gonna turn this microphone off or what-

Microphone is abruptly cut off.

Yusuke: Well.....That happened. (Turns to See Futuba Laughing Some and Wiping a Single Tear Grom Off her Eyes)

Futuba: (Takes A Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay. I think we spent quite enough time under here for one night. (Slid her Out of the Covers Before Getting Herself Up Off the Floor) Let's go, Inari.

Yusuke: Ready to leave already?

Futuba: Yeah. (Smiles Brightly) I have friends and family to hug right now.

Bonus

Few Hours Latee, After the Valentine's Day Party Has Ended

Peach: Oh Mario!~ (Opens the Door to her and Mario's Room, Holding a Slice of Cake in a Plastic Plate) I'm back from the party. (Closes the Door Behind Her) And the cake you got me is absolutely scrump.....tious.........

The place starts to slip out from the princess' hands as her eyes and mouth widens at the sight of her loving plumber laying on their bed like a french model, wearing the same silky red attire Bayonetta got for him earlier today, staring at her with his bedroom eyes.

Mario: Welcome home, my princess~ Happy Valentine's Day~

Peach: ......................

Mario: (Suddenly Remembers What He's Suppose to Do Next) Oh! Right. (Picks up a Mini Remote and Uses It to Turn on his Stereo) Now that you're here, I must ask: what is you want to do for the rest of the night. Enjoy the rest of the cake or- (Looks Down at the Slice of Cake Already Down on the Floor) Huh. The cake is on the ground. Guess...... that means you pick me then-

Mario immediately gets pulled into Peach's embrace as the two finally begins to passionately makeout with one another in the comforts of their own room, while the song "Tell Me" by Dru Hill continues to play out in the background all night long.

Happy Early Birthday, Futaba Sakura!!

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[restaurantify]

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America Runs on Dunkin 

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[food emoji] [food name]. 

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Fine Dining Instagram Captions

The essence of fine dining lies in the shared experience, not just the food. #TheSharedExperience 

Our recipes are a testament to our love for food, with each bite exploding with flavor. #ThePassionExperience 

Fine dining transcends taste; it's about the stories woven into every dish. #TheStorytellingTable 

Our cuisine is a symphony of flavors, creating an experience beyond just food. #TheSymphonyOfFlavors 

Immerse yourself in the enchantment of fine dining at #TheMagicalTable 

Every dish unfolds a unique story at #TheTastingRooz 

Elevate your senses through the artistry of fine dining. 

Savor every moment, one exquisite taste at a time. 

Where culinary excellence harmonizes with elegant ambiance. 

Indulgence redefined with every luxurious course. 

An evening of sophistication, one plate unveiling at a time. 

Fine dining: where flavors are meticulously crafted to perfection. 

The table is set, the wine poured; let the evening enchant. 

Elegance, taste, and an unforgettable experience on every plate. 

In the world of gastronomy, we redefine the art of fine dining. 

A symphony of flavors awaits in our fine dining oasis. 

At the crossroads of luxury and taste, you'll find us. 

Prepare for a culinary journey that's nothing short of exceptional. 

Where every course is a masterpiece in the making. 

When dining transforms into an art form, you know you're in the right place. 

Conclusion

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[prapty783]

Party Appetizers

Party Appetizers As a culinary enthusiast with an undying love for all things food, I take delight in crafting delectable recipes that tantalize taste buds. Join me on a gastronomic adventure as I share my culinary creations and kitchen secrets. Let's explore the world of flavors together! I'm Khushi Hossain, a seasoned chef, and devoted food lover. My journey revolves around experimenting with flavors and innovating mouthwatering recipes. From classic comfort foods to exotic dishes, my kitchen is a playground of culinary exploration. Let's embark on this flavorful journey together! As a passionate chef and devoted foodie, I believe that food is an art that nourishes both the body and soul. My kitchen is my sanctuary, where I whip up culinary masterpieces and create recipes that bring joy to food enthusiasts. Join me on this flavorful expedition and uncover the magic of cooking! I'm Khushi Hossain, a culinary maven and recipe developer on a mission to share the love of food with the world. From experimenting with unique ingredients to crafting wholesome meals, I find joy in the simple act of cooking. Let's bond over our mutual appreciation for good food and discover new culinary horizons! With a dash of creativity and a sprinkle of love, I'm here to take you on a culinary voyage like no other. As a dedicated recipe developer and food enthusiast, I aim to inspire others to appreciate the art of cooking. Come join my culinary escapades and unlock a world of flavors!

[moonaturie]

1. Oh, prepare thyself to witness a sight of utter charm and delight, for here lies a picture that has bloomed like a precious flower in the enchanted gallery of memories! Your guidance and tips in the realm of photography have filled my soul with a joyous melody, and oh, I am eager to dance with the playful rays of light to further illuminate my path to mastery! Amidst the blossoming of this newfound knowledge, a delightful surprise awaits thee, a mirror selfie of my very essence, lovingly wrapped in a ribbon of gratitude, exclusively gifted from me to thee! Oh, like a twinkling star in a vast sky, it seeks to bring a little spark of happiness to your cherished heart! Until fate whimsically reunites our souls, let us embrace this spellbinding journey, skipping through the meadows of imagination, painting the world with hues of laughter and affection!

2. Oh, imagine the shimmering sun-kissed waves, playfully caressing the shore as they welcome our carefree steps! The sands of time seem to dance to the beat of our excitement, as if the universe itself conspires to bring forth this spellbinding moment, a manifestation to the magic that lies dormant within us all. And there, amidst this picturesque setting, stood I, feeling like a celestial siren, as if I had stepped right out of the pages of a timeless fairy tale. The camera in hand, I could not help but laugh with sheer delight, for in that moment, I felt like the very essence of Ariel herself. Oh, how I treasure this keepsake in the treasure chest of my memories, for it warms the cockles of my heart with a happiness that has no limit. May the enchantment of that moment linger within me, igniting the flame of inspiration as I continue on my own extraordinary journey through life.

3. The salty sea breeze, like a mischievous pixie, danced around me, while seagulls painted joyous arcs in the boundless sky. It was a realm where mermaids and sea creatures beings seemed to giggle just out of sight, as if they were sharing precious secrets with the shimmering sea. Each click of the camera immortalized snippets of this enchanting journey, preserving my joy and wonder in frames of pure delight. Like a living storybook character, I danced in the realm of dreams, as the world embraced my newfound whimsy with open arms, enchanted by the magic of the moment! As I bid good-bye to that blissful reverie, I cradle the spirit of that summer vacation in the treasure trove of my cherished memories. Oh, how it continues to spark a forever-joy in my soul, like a brilliant firework illuminating the night sky! It reminds me that life is a grand adventure, where the most mundane moments can transform into wonders!

4. What an absolute delight it was to be graced with the delectable presence of those scrumptious cookies at the enchanting fansign event yesterday! The mere sight of those sweet treats filled my heart with nostalgic warmth, as it brought faces back into view that I hadn't beheld in quite some time. Indeed, there was an ineffable charm in witnessing those familiar smiles and sparkling eyes, reminiscent of long-lost stars that had momentarily wandered from the cosmic embrace. The shared laughter and friends were like soft whispers of a cherished melody, weaving threads of connection that transcended the passing of time. May this portrait encapsulate the warmth of our shared moments and be a joyful reminder of the enchanting times we shall yet go upon. With each glance, may it conjure the softest of smiles and invoke the fluttering of butterflies, for it is but a humble reflection of the bond that interlaces us together in this melody of life.

5. Yet another delightful offering, crafted with love and tender care, just for you, my Swithies! I must confess, in this little treasure, I bestow upon you a heartfelt assurance that I refrain from munching anything, for in the very depths of my being, it feels as though my cheeks are on the verge of a wondrous explosion of joy! If you find yourself perplexed about what delectable delight to indulge in, fear not, for you have a charmingly whimsical option available—feast upon the sheer adorableness of my cheeks! Oh, the flavors you shall encounter are not of the culinary kind, but rather the sweetness of friendship, laughter, and endless camaraderie. Also, brace yourself for an adorably enchanting announcement that shall set your heart aflutter with excitement! From this very moment, let us eagerly anticipate the delightful Pang Pang STAYC that await us, like twinkling stars dotting the night sky, promising a world of wonder and joy!

6. As the day meanders along, like a tranquil river, I am here to shower you with a heartwarming gift that shall increase the spark of joy within your soul! Behold, like a cascade of twinkling stars, I present to you a collection of my most endearing selfies, ready to whisk you away to a realm of pure enchantment! Let this endearing gift fill your day with a radiant glow, like a burst of sunshine on a cloudy day. May it remind you that, despite the ebb and flow of life's currents, the enchantment of our bond remains eternal, like a gleaming of light guiding us through the darkest of times. As the gentle zephyrs whispered secrets from afar, I felt an irresistible urge to brighten your moments, to shower you with the essence of our cherished love, through these enchanting snapshots. For even on the dullest of days, within the heart of our friendship, lies a symphony of delight waiting to be uncovered.

7. Amidst the splendor of a picturesque view that summons with its mesmerizing allure, my dear, let not your gaze stray too far, for the truest gem deserving of your eternal attention is none other than yours truly! Yes, that's right, it's me—the enchanting presence that lights up your world like a constellation of stars on a clear, moonlit night! Amidst this divine serenity, let us get drawn in the enchantment of our companionship, where laughter flows like a crystal-clear stream and the bonds of friendship are forged in the fires of love and understanding. The view may indeed be a sight to behold, but it pales in comparison to the magic that unrolls when our hearts intertwine, like the most intricate of lacework. With every ripple of laughter, let us revel in the enchantment of our togetherness, for in this grand symphony of life, you and I create a harmonious melody that resonates with the sweetest of notes.

8. Oh, how our hearts align in perfect harmony, for as the saying goes, "three is better than one," and together, we form an irreplaceable bond, a symphony of love and joy that shall serenade you with its endearing melody! Ready to steal your heart and capture your attention in the most delightful of ways! We are here to uplift you, to celebrate your win, and to lend a listening ear when the world seems a tad overwhelming. For within the sacred circle of our friendship, you are cherished beyond measure, and your happiness becomes our shared goal. Oh, how the celestial forces have aligned to bring together this cherished trio, a serendipitous fusion of kindred spirits, destined to form an unbreakable love that knows no limits. Our presence serves as a light of warmth, like the soft glow of a thousand candles illuminating the path to friendship's most treasured haven.

[mcwscollective]

Shion had found Ainosuke asleep, dozing on the couch and carefully, he sat by the man’s head. Fingers gently running through his hair, eyes softening as he watched the love of his life finally get some well deserved rest. He loved him — he knew a lot of people didn’t think his feelings were true, that he was just some kid infatuated, that he’d eventually get tired of Adam. But they didn’t know, they didn’t know how much this man meant to him, how much it hurt to be away from Ainosuke — how much it hurt to watch him suffering. Shion was completely and utterly in love with Adam, his soul belonged to Ainosuke.

“I wonder if you’ll ever understand just how much I love you…” he whispered, Shion would never be able to express such feelings with words alone — he didn’t think there were enough words in all languages combined to do that. So he’d just have to show Adam how much he meant to him.

Peering down once more, Shion caught scarlet eyes fluttering open, and his heart melted at the sight. Ainosuke was incredibly beautiful but also how could he be so adorable? “Hi…” he smiled, voice soft as to not startle the man. “Did I wake you up, love of my life?”

Shion couldn’t help but to look at Adam with an enamoured look in his eyes, completely devoted to the man. Adoration written all over his body language. “I got here a couple of minutes ago. Tadashi let me up, but I found you taking a little nap. Sorry if I woke you up to soon.” Shion sheepishly apologised, but his eyes glittered with happiness just by being in Ainosuke’s presence. Truly, madly, deeply in love with this man.

@aerth

His dream had been so peaceful. Pinks and greens, yellows and whites, mixed with a splash of blue and purple; roses and other assorted flowers surrounded them as he and Shion shared only the most delicate and delectable items their favorite bakery had to offer. Everything was soft and blurred around the edges — the scene melting into the hazy dark nothingness of sleep. He wasn’t sure the waking world could compare to that level of beauty.

As it began to fade, he expected to regain consciousness in a large, cold and empty room. Although, as the picture fell away, to be replaced by what should have been a high ceiling and low lighting, a warmth remained around him. The sensation lingered along his skin, moved through his hair and filled his senses. It was strange to feel anything upon waking, even after such a vivid dream, but there was also nothing alarming about it.

“Shion,” he breathed, voice rough with sleep but still so soft. “No. No—“ His lips turned up in a gentle smile and Adam rested a hand against Shion’s cheek. “You’re real, correct? You’re really here?” He couldn’t understand why Shion was worried about waking him up when sleep and being with a dream version of his lover wasn’t nearly as good as being with the real thing. He’d never sleep again if it meant he could soak up every last bit of his young Eve until the end of time.

“I was just having a delightful dream about you,” he began, leaning up slightly to pull Shion down to him, lips just shy of touching as he spoke. “I need to make sure the real you tastes even better than the you in my fantasies.”

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by @lqtraintracks

Happy happy birthday LQT! You’ve been a dear friend for some time, and a gem of an author I’ve admired for even longer. After many recs and lists I loved the challenge of coming up with new ideas to celebrate you! I hope this little gift makes your smile. I am particularly proud of this banner btw - not that anyone asked but my inspiration (beyond the shining gems) was LQT’s connection to music, my love for the brilliant and breathtaking Teddy/Bill & Teddy/James like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered (watch me sneakily adding recs that didn’t make to this list!!’) and also, I love how guitar aesthetics resemble feminine curves which is of course a subtle nod to LQT’s equally brilliant and sexy femslash catalogue. Thank you for being you, this warm, passionate and gentle soul, for being such a role model in this fandom and a caring, generous friend! We’re all lucky to have you here 💜

As everyone knows LQT is incredibly prolific and talented, and there’s SO MUCH to explore in their catalogue. I want to highlight a few short fics that didn’t get a lot of buzz over the years that I personally love and might have gone under most people’s radar, including both Drarry and rare pairs of course. Here’s a mix of tropes and ships that showcase their brilliant mind and versatility, not to mention the inimitable talent for self-indulgent smut!!! No one explores pleasure + tender vulnerability in PWPs like LQT and I’m sure everyone will be able to find something kinky special to meet their tastes. Don’t forget to give these shorts some love, and feel free to reblog this adding your own LQT favorites!

Drarry:

Into You Like a Bludger (E, 500 words) - one of the best drabbles I’ve ever read, so much character and story within 500 words! Watch smitten Draco finally get what he wants deserves through everyone’s knowing eyes.

Everybody knows that Draco wants Harry loves the Appleby Arrows.

Finite Incantatem (E, 1.8k) - I live for this brand of fuck buddies with banter!!! Scorching hot with delightful dialogue, plus bondage and come play, we love to see it!!

Quidditch star, Harry Potter; Auror, Draco Malfoy; alcohol. Is it any wonder they can't keep their hands mouths off each other?

Duel (E, 2.2k) - I’m a simple woman who cannot resist this delicious combo of Headmaster Harry, shower sex and armpit kink okay 😳 here’s peak humor, intense fucking and sweet vulnerability underneath it all, as per!

Harry is headmaster of Hogwarts. The last thing he needs is yet another Malfoy obsession running his life. He needs his work and his wanking, and he'll be fine.

On Your Way (M, 2.4k) - one of my favourite comfort fics, soft lovers reunited and all that tenderness and sweet domesticity I love so much! Auror Harry, Professor Draco, Headmistress Hermione, love this life for them!

Draco waits for Harry to return from an Auror mission.

Make Whole the Ruined (E, 2.6k) - scar worship my beloved! A poignant and gorgeous Draco POV, really lovely characterization and scorching smut feat. bondage and spanking as we deserve!

How to explain that even though they'd never offered me any sensation before, good or bad, when Potter touches them, I'm electrified with the possibilities?

Rare pairs:

Worth It (E, 1k) - jfc exhibitionist Narcissa fucking all the young dudes at the Knight Bus under Ernie’s hungry gaze is so much hotter than I imagined, this is sinful🔥

Narcissa likes to slum it on the Knight Bus during the summer months when all those delectable boys are out of Hogwarts. At least, I think that's what's going on; it's all Ern pov. Cw: underage

Anything to Hide (T, 1.1k) - love this Harry/Teddy, superb 1st person POV, pining Harry, so much UST and longing I can barely breathe, plus a hopeful ending!

Harry struggles to be a good godfather on the 9 3/4. Cw: underage

Afterimage (E, 1.7k) - LQT made me see Ginny/Ron in a whole new light with Where Does It Hurt? and Afterimage just intensified the blow with unexpected devastation and melancholy. There’s heat, desperation and heartbreak all mixed with the irresistible wrongness of it all, yum!

Ron comes home drunk (again); Ginny takes care of him. Again. Cw: incest, drunk sex

90 Seconds (E, 1.8k) - sweet and delicious Harry/Teddy est relationship, I am obsessed with this playful Teddy teasing Harry in front of everyone! So very tender, extra bonus points for hot metamorphmagus sex!!!

It's Harry's birthday, and Teddy has teased him one too many times.

Rites of Passage (E, 2k) - a gorgeous and sexy string of little vignettes exploring Hermione & Millie’s relationship as they experience sex and feelings. Perfect storytelling, satisfying emotional arc and a lovely Millie voice!

Millicent and Hermione start an affair during eighth year.

Sirius' Mark (E, 2k) - one of my fave dirtybadwrong Sirry fics, deliciously kinky and emotionally devastating. A complex and brilliant exploration of how past relationships can haunt and define our lives forever. Endgame Drarry

They may only be together a few months, but the mark Sirius leaves on Harry's life will last. Cw: underage, MCD

Meant to Last (E, 2.4k) - incredibly hot Ron/Pansy with excellent smut and superb characterization, I love their voices and the intense heat, not to mention the gorgeous ending! Background Drarry as a treat

She was brutal in her love and in her hatred. God help whoever became the object of either one.

Sugar Wanna Kill Me Yet (E, 3k) - I don’t read Draco/Teddy often but this one is so excellent! I love their secret affair, the dynamics and the subtle angst explored through the metamorphmagus sex. That belt fastening scene still lives rent free in my mind…

This is their dance. This is their push and pull. This is how they move through life: Testing the people that purport to love them. Filling in the gaps. Looking for what's missing. Picking up the pieces. And what a fucking hot piece Draco has found in Teddy.

Nipple Clamps and Cinnamon Buns (E, 4.5k) - oof hands down one of the hottest Sirry fics I’ve ever read, kinky and tender with delicious wall sex, very creative sex toys and voyeur Remus, yes please!!!

In which Sirius is horny, Remus is scandalized, Harry is sort of caught in the middle, and everyone else is oblivious. Happy Christmas! Cw: underage

Like Love Itself (E, 5.3k) - superb angsty Al/James that hits me right in the feels. The devotion! The yearning! A sexy, tender and melancholy look into the tragedy that is falling in love with the one you love the most, a story only made possible due to LQT’s heartfelt and delicate writing.

Albus has spent his whole life chasing after James. It never occurred to him James might want to be caught.

[some-dr-writings]

Izuru, Gundham, and Kazuichi comfort their S/O after they break their arm

Izuru Kamakura:

·       “Just-” “No.” “It’ll only be a sec-” “No.” “Izuru.” You almost flopped onto the couch in frustration but Izuru deftly caught you. “You were going to crush your arm. “I… yeah…” Instead with a huff you sat on the couch. “but this sucks!” “You’re the one who told me to keep you from further injuring yourself.” “I know.” “And I did warn you to take caution when climbing the ladder.” “I know.” He pat you on the head once before exiting the room.

·       Once in the kitchen he tied back his hair before setting about cooking, which took a few minutes trying to hold back all those locks. When he finally set about cooking his mind wandered, seeing you flipping a pencil between your fingers. “No drawing.” “I’m not! I swear!” “Just reminding you.” You were so reckless for your art. You’d do just about anything to get the perfect angel for your landscape pictures. There had been multiple occasions where Izuru acted as your assistant, holding on to a rope, dangling you over a bridge or cliff as you hung from the end, drawing, not caring about the danger till some wind flew past, swinging you about, no longer in the perfect position. Your language became rather colorful in moments like that. Most everything was boring to Izuru, but you managed to capture his interest, mostly due to how you always dragged him around, forcing him into your antics. In all those times not once could he ever recall you asking him to look out for your safety, only now. You actually asked him to keep you from further injuring your arm so you could get back to your art.

·       Strange as it was, he found it… endearing. “Breakfast is ready.” Taking the sketchpad and pen from you he placed it aside, linking one of his arms with your uninjured one, leading you to the dinning room. “No.” “But-” “You asked for this.” With a sigh you began to eat, soon your mood lifting, humming in delight at those delectable treats.

·       With how chaotic your world was, being in this this kind of domestic setting, seeing you just… being here with him, it was somehow exciting.

·       Perhaps he could convince you to let him take care of you like this even after you heal. This was nice.

   Gundham Tanaka:

·       “My Emperor! You have need of fear no longer for I, the Overlord of Ice, Gundham Tanaka, shall heal thy wounds and lift the curse that plagues and warps your body!” Gundham was rather insistent on being by your side at all times. Having taken care of many creatures, he knew how to heal many kinds of injuries and he wanted to put that knowledge to good use for you.

·       With a light blush he’d do almost anything you ask, saying he’d act as your servant, making sure you didn’t lift a finger. Even if you were uncomfortable with this he’d still do it to an extent, making sure you didn’t place any strain on our arm, any off-hand remark you made about getting something or other such things similar in nature he’d take as a commend and lend his assistance.

·       “Gundham, you really don’t have too.” “Nonsense, it is my pleasure.” You sighed as you stepped aside, letting Gundham lean against the counter, reaching up to get that just out of reach mug. “My love, I appreciate all you’re doing for me, but it’s okay, I can still do things on my own.” “I realize that, I would never fall for one who could not.” With a light clink sound, he placed the mug on the counter. “Then why?” He looked to you for what seemed to be an oddly prolonged moment. “I…” He took a step towards you, his gaze shifting to your broken arm. “You are strong, you need help not, yet… I am still compelled. You are my soul’s mate, not matter how small or insignificant, I wish to alleviate your pain. Showing weakness often leads to death, the weak are prayed upon, especially so when it’s one of great power, others wishing to protect themselves by eliminating the greatest threat. We are much too powerful to be taken down in such a manner, but…” He looked you in the eyes, his sharp features seeming to soften. “You may show weakness with me. I suppose… I simply wish for you to know that. Know you can rely on me, even in simple times such as these.”

·       You smiled, taking a step closer closing the distance between the two of you. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” “Sw-SWEET!?” His entire face flushed a light pink as he pulled that scarf up over his face, looking away. His blush only darkened seeing how gentle your expression was, clearly too pleased seeing him so flustered. He much preferred showing his affection for you through action, but how you just so gently compliment him was always too much… even if he did absolutely adore it.

   Kazuichi Soda:

·       “You’re okay, right? How bad is it? What did the doctor say? How long will you have that cast on?” Initially, he was a bit panicked. He needed to know you were alright. He’d soon calm down though and generally act like nothing was different, just the occasional question about how you were feeling or if he could help with something, but not much else. Not being sure what he could do to help you, he simply just wanted to make things as normal as possible since he was sure you had enough things to worry about.

·       The incident did get him thinking though, what if something worse happened? What if you had lost your arm? No matter how much he’d try to act like nothing had changed, you’d still be hurt. How could he help you then? Try to cheer you up maybe, but would taking you on fun dates or riding on one of his motorbikes be enough? He doubted it. So… what could he do?

·       “Hey, Y/N! Come be my assistant, please.” “Huh, uh, sure?” You passed Soda tools as he tinkered away, working on something rather small. “What is that anyway? A new part for one of your bikes?” “A robot arm!” “A… a what?” He grinned that sharp toothed grin, determination flaring in his eyes as he explained away. “A cool robot arm just for you! That way, you’ll have nothing to worry about! Though it’s still a work in progress, and I’m still not sure how I’ll make it, I’ll find a way!” You lightly chuckled, leaning closer to him. “Silly, it’s only two weeks. I’m sure I’ll be fine till then but thank you.” You gently kissed his cheek, giggling as you pulled away seeing how Kazuichi’s eyes sparked in delight. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck. “I know, I know, but… You deserve the best in life, and I’m going to be the one to give it to you!” “But I already have the best. You’re so silly.” “Huh?” You hugged him, caressing his cheek as you kissed his forehead. “I have you.” He melted under your touch, holding you closer. “Then… want to take a break, cuddle on the couch and watch a movie?” “That sounds lovely, but anything with you is great. You can keep working.” Hugging you close he kept working, happy knowing this was indeed enough for you.

[dramioneden]

Post-war Healing Dramione Fic Recs 

Dramione Fics where Draco and Hermione reacquaint after the war and come together as they heal emotionally and mentally from the war. 

Post-war healing fics were Draco and Hermione deal with their PTSD through a sexual relationship that blooms into more as they heal their wounds. 

Sex and Occlumency by @graendoll

If you can handle the tags - and do pay attention to them, this might be one of the best Dramione’s you’ll ever read. Hermione has PTSD from the war. She also has a fantasy. And she begins to realize that by indulging in her fantasy it helps her compartmentalize and deal with the nightmares that haunt her and panic attacks that paralyze her. She thought she needed someone who hates her enough to act out what she needs from her fantasy, but slowly realizes only someone who loves her could truly fulfill it. An unconventional, but gritty romance between one who needs to give up control to get control and one who is willing to be controlling to serve another’s wishes. Subtle commentary between the lines on the role consent plays in taboos and societal projections of shame round out the overarching arcs. Angsty, emotional, satisfying and well written.  

Nobody Wants to Hear You Sing About Tragedy by MissELY @misselylux

Draco and Hermione keep running into each other at the Death Eater trials. She’s there as audience member at the bequest of Harry and he’s there as a witness. As the trials proceed and their encounters continue, they get a better understanding of each other and how they can forget about their pain for a little while. Somberly angsty. 

Amateur Cartography by @worksofstone-blog-blog 

Hermione begins to question if there might be more to her and Draco’s casual relationship as she begins to notice their domestic moments that arise from what she had assumed were just a series of one stands. 

Post-war Healing fics in which Hermione agrees to be Draco’s “keeper” after he is released from Azkaban as he assimilates back into society. 

First They Came For the Death Eaters by @kyonomiko 

The world building in this fic is as good as the Dramione arc. The Order has won the war in alliance with the Muggle world. Now the wizarding society is being integrated (and regulated) into the Muggle world. For pure bloods, this is a particularly hard transition. Luckily for Draco, Hermione has volunteered to “take custody” of him after his time in Azkaban and show him what this new world is all about. 

Fairy Stone by @colubrina

Draco gets life in Azkaban, unless someone vouches for him - then he only gets a year. To his (and everyone else’s) shock, Hermione comes through for him. From Draco’s despair at being sentenced to Azkaban to his confusion on why Hermione volunteered to be his keeper, this is a somberly sweet Dramione, mixed with domestic moments and a quiet and sincere Hermione. 

Protective Custody by @colubrina 

As Draco is released into Hermione’s “protective custody”, the two begin to find an understanding in each other through the domesticity they now find themselves sharing. From distrustful tension to smitten collaboration the Dramione arc is paced nicely. 

A Fragile Ascent by @senlinyu

Draco is released from Azkaban and into Hermione’s custody. Neither seems happy with the arrangement - but not for the reasons each thinks. This is the sequel to A Slow and Cruel Descent (read full review on the Wartime Subversion post), in which Voldemort has forced Draco and Hermione into an unusual relationship. 

Consent by longdistance 

Cross-posted on the Wartime Subversion post, this fic is told in two time frames: First part in the Wartime Subversion trope in which Voldemort decides to punish the Malfoy’s for their failures by capturing Hermione and forcing Draco and her to marry. Second part in the Post-war Healing trope where after Draco serves his time in Azkaban, he is released into the custody of his wife.

Post-war Healing fics focused on Romance and Redmeption. 

Waifs and Strays by @kyonomiko

Extraordinarily well contrived and well written, this is one of my favorite Dramione’s. In a bid to escape his former life (and self, and family), Draco transforms himself into a mustelid ... and inadvertently becomes Hermione’s pet. During times she is out and about and her pet left home, he transforms himself back to his human form and, a little less inadvertently, happens to run into her in town, repeatedly, until they decide to meet each other not so “accidently”. He spends his evenings and nights as her pet and his days trying to woo her. Featuring a raw and self deprecating Draco who is unexpectedly smitten with his former rival and a Hermione who finds an escape from her loneliness with her former bully. Well drawn characterizations, smartly contrived premise and arcs. Delightful. 

The Right Thing to Do & All the Wrong Things by @lovesbitca8

Post-War everyone is trying to pull their lives together back into some kind of normalcy. When Draco starts work at the Ministry with Hermione and Harry, the more their lives intertwine, their hearts begin to as well. Whether you choose to read the version of the story from Hermione’s POV or Draco’s or both, it’s a beautiful study of forgiveness and rebuilding their lives post war. @lovesbitca8 is one of my favorite authors, The Right Thing to Do was my first Dramione and I decided to give it a try, bc I loved all of her Reylo fics so much. Months later, here I am as lost in the Dramione fandom as much as I am Reylo.  

Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time by @monsterleadmehome

After the war, Draco deals with his demons the bad boy way - by womanizing, alcohol, partying and in general, behavior unbecoming a pure blood heir. Lucius approaches Hermione with a proposition as Draco’s “handler” - to get him cleaned up and together to attract a pure blood wife. Lucius views the problem as detriment to the Malfoy legacy and to be dealt with authoritatively. Hermione instead takes the time to be concerned for Draco’s well being and understands that this behavior is a manifestation of his coping and defense mechanisms. Needless to say, it’s probably the first time anyone showed Draco care as an individual and not just the Malfoy heir. @monsterleadmehome is another author that is one of my favorite Reylo authors and fast became a favorite of mine for Dramione as well. Well drawn characterizations of both Draco and Hermione and a well devised arc that is engaging and nicely paced.

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach @thudsonwrites 

A fast favorite of the Dramione fandom and with good cause. This is a courtship through baking. Tentative and solemn, quiet and healing. Draco and Hermione start with forgiveness of each other and bake their way to finding the strength to forgive themselves. Incredible character study of Hermione and the journey she undertakes to cope with the PTSD from the war and Draco’s commitment to make amends. Together they heal not only their souls, but their loneliness by turning the lingering haunting horror into something sweet. Delectable from start to finish, you’ll eat it up

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Killing Cure (Part 19)

It is faintly entertaining to see those little fly beasts greet their mother. They swarm her, quite literally engulfing her in a cloud of flies. They haphazardly smack into her as though she is the only streetlamp on the roadside. Finally their frantic energy comes to a slow and they assemble themselves into their human guises. 

 Daniela throws her arms around Alcina first, enveloping her in a tight grip. He can see on her face that she is struggling to breathe and more so when Cassandra adds her own hug. “You guys are crushing her!” Bela scolds and they loosen their hold. Alcina exhales. 

 “Mother, you’re home!” Cassandra beams. 

 “Yes dear, for the night and then I have to leave again.”

 Daniela’s grip tightens once more. “No, mother!” 

 “I’ll be back before you can miss me.”

 “But we miss you right after the door closes, mother.” Bela pouts. Ethan’s stomach twists. 

 Alcina ruffles the girl’s hair. “Has the Duke been treating you well?”

 “Oh yes, he brings us the best food.” Cassandra answers. 

 “And we get to…” Daniela nudges Bela before she can finish. 

 “Before you can what? What does he let you do?”

 “Nothing mother!” Bela replies, earning herself an eye roll. 

 And Ethan’s stomach lolls again both with affection and sorrow. It is a delight to see Alcina smiling again--that soft, warm smile that she has reserved for her daughters alone. All the same it is growing harder and harder for him to imagine a future where he gets to hold his own daughter again. Harder for him to imagine a future where he will eventually get to scold her and ask her why she had been out so late or what petty teenage secrets she is keeping from him. 

If worse comes to worst, he wonders if Alcina would let him have moments like this with her daughters. It is better than not having them at all. 

 God, he hopes that his Rose is still alive. Alive and still Rose and not something that this damnable village has warped her into…

 “Manthing, come here!” Daniela shouts. 

 At least he knows that one of them would welcome him to the family if he had no other…

His tummy does another flip. He is thinking as if his daughter is already gone. He can’t afford to think that way. He tries instead to imagine a future where those fly beasts play with his daughter and give her their warped version of what teenhood and young adulthood is all about.

 Bela, he notices, still has not let go of Alcina. He isn’t sure that she will. 

 .oOo.

 “I should hate you, I should absolutely loathe you.” She pauses. “And make no mistake, I really do want to. I think about everything you’ve done to my daughters, how you’ve almost killed them, how you’ve hurt them. I think about what you’ve done to me.” She hovers her hand over the spot on her side. “I think about how terribly it still hurts.” He cringes but she continues, “oh, and it works, Winters, I want to flay you alive…” 

 He takes several steps back, somehow plenty assured that she would be able to find a way if she really wants to. “Then why don’t you?”

 “I can’t.” She mumbles. “You’re...thrilling, Winters. I haven’t met a human that has impressed me in a very long time. They’re all the same, mostly.” 

 He very nearly points out her humanity but he curbs his tongue at the thought of getting flayed alive. “I don’t know, I’m kind of just a man myself.” 

 “Not quite.” She murmurs. “You have...ambition. You have goals and determination.”

 He finds himself soaking the comments in like a sponge, absorbing them until they warm his soul and his cheeks. He doesn’t think that he should let him get used to them though. He imagines that he will say or do something that will earn him twice as many insults. 

 But the expression on her face remains rather soft. Kinder than he is used to. Truly he finds it hard to understand this woman. This woman who hates him one moment and then cherishes him then next. He wonders if she is like this with everyone she meets or if he makes her feel a special sort of conflict; habit and a comfort zone versus change and adaptation. 

 She seats herself at the head of the table. “Be a dear, Winters, fetch my daughters and I something to drink.” 

 Her daughters eye him with excitement.

 “What’s the magic word?” He tries with a lopsided smile. 

 “Go.” She points towards the wine cellar. He supposes that he should be thankful that she is permitting him to enter her treasured cask at all. He stands up and she flashes him one of her smug, self-satisfied smiles. 

 .oOo.

 Her wine doesn’t taste the same and it makes her sick in every way that it can--physically first and then emotionally, realizing that she can no longer stomach such an extraordinary, delectable taste. She supposes that she can still have herself a good blood bath every now and then, the texture is still pleasant, perhaps just not on her tongue. She rifles through her dresser for the most comfortable nightgown she owns. She might as well enjoy it while she has it. When she finds it she carries it to the bathroom. She supposes that she can fill it with the wine that she can no longer drink...

 “You used to sing!” Ethan declares from across the adjoining bedroom. Alcina’s face flushes, the man wasn’t supposed to have found that again, he wasn’t supposed to remember it.

 “Can you still sing?”

 “I haven’t done so in a very long time.”

 “You should give it a try.” He grins. 

 “Absolutely not.”

 “Come on mother!” Daniela perks up. “Sing something for us!” She isn't sure when the girls had come to join them. She sighs, having a feeling that her bath will have to wait a little longer. Probably becomes a definitely when The Duke find his way into her room.

 “You haven’t sang to us in a long time.” Bela agrees.

 “Girls…” She mutters through gritted teeth. 

 “Just one song, mother?” Cassandra requests. 

 “Now look what you’ve done.” She glowers at Ethan. But the man looks plenty pleased with himself. “I’ll sing if you can get The Duke to play the piano.” She folds her arms stubbornly across her chest. 

 “Gladly, m’lady.” The Duke replies. He strolls his way over to the grand piano and shifts in his chair several times until he finds himself a position that he finds to be both comfortable and optimal for reaching the keys. He plays a few test notes. “What are we singing, Miss D?”

 Alcina crinkles her noise. “That’s Lady Dimitrescu, to you Duke.” 

 The man gives a hearty chortle. 

 She tries to think of a short song, one that she hasn’t forgotten over time. “I will sing Vai Mindruto. You know the cords, yes?”

 “Most assuredly, m’lady.” He strikes the first few notes and Alcina inhales deeply. It has been so terribly long since she has sung even a note. Much less since she has sung before a crowd, nevermind that her audience is small and familiar. 

 .oOo. 

 What she no longer has in size, Lady Dimitrescu makes up for in presence, demeanor, and volume. With a voice like that she might as well be ten feet tall. Her vocals are smooth and her diction is flawless and powerful. 

 He had been expecting an uppity jazz number and she has graced them with an operatic ballad. He thinks that this might just be better than what he’d expected. She has a voice that transcends eras. A voice akin to sipping opulent champagne with his free hand clutching the  gold filigree railing of a  balcony. Her voice has likeness to the warm glow of a diamond chandelier throwing prisms around an otherwise dark and empty ballroom. 

It is haunting and elegant and haunting in its elegance. 

 He observes her daughters as they look upon their mother. Bela is falling asleep on Cassandra’s shoulder as she leans forward to have a better listen. And Daniela buzzes about in a slow, languid sway, dancing with a partner who isn’t there at all. 

 Alcina herself stands with her eyes closed and her head tilted up, perhaps imagining herself at another place and in another time entirely.  For the first time in a while she looks to be at peace. And just when he thinks that the song is reaching its peak, it reaches its end. He resents that it had been so short. The air is still charged with energy several minutes after the last ghost of a note tapers off down the hallway. Still charming even now that the room is fully silent. 

 Her hands fall back to her sides and she opens her eyes. Daniela gives several absurdly loud claps and Bela bolts upright with a disgruntled grumble. The Duke stands up and stretches, “it’s always a pleasure to do a number with you, Lady Dimitrescu.” He clicks his tongue. “A lovely voice for a lovely lady.”

 She clears her throat, “thank you Duke.” 

 “Why did you stop singing?” Ethan asks.

 She furrows her brows. “Mother Miranda says that it is a waste of time.” 

 The more he hears of that woman, the more he resents her. “Do you enjoy singing?” 

 Alcina hums as she ponders the question, that in itself is answer enough. Finally she nods, “well enough, yes.” 

 “Then it isn’t a waste of time.” Ethan flashes her a smile. “It makes your girls happy too.” 

It makes him happy.

[handlebarstiedtothestars]

fic ask game!

Welp @forineffablereasons  left this open to anyone and given I’m a baby in this writing game I doubt anyone will ever specifically tag me SO here we go y’all

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

8!! I know that’s not many but I was surprised I even finished 1, let alone 8!?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

80,881. Honestly the fact that I got stumped 40k into a book I tried to write and yet I’ve written nearly 81k online is just nuts.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only Good Omens really, but I have done the My Fair Lady crossover and the romcom It Happened One Night crossover, so kinda them too?

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

My Fair Angel, Quicken To The New Life, Any Which Way, Let ‘Em Topple, Champagne and Chocolate Cake

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always! Sometimes takes me a while to find time to get logged on, but always once I do. Even just to say thanks!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Uhhh not really any of them, but a few get a little angsty in the middle. Maybe Any Which Way, arguably, cos that resolves its angst right at the very end.

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Definitely the My Fair Lady crossover. That was pure discord mania as soon as we found out there was a song in the musical called the Ascot Gavotte 🤣

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Someone tagged their bookmark of My Fair Angel with “Oh Dear”. Bit rude lol. It’s still there actually.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have triiiiiiied y’all and I just crack myself up laughing.

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I hope I never do!!

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I’d be thrilled if someone wanted to translate or podfic or do anything with any of my writing! Draw art, whatever. 

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My Fair Angel was certainly a big collab with WyvernQuill in terms bouncing ideas around (and the amazing artwork), but not officially no.

13) What’s your all time favourite ship?

Honestly it’s a toss up between Aziraphale and Crowley or Eleanor and Chidi from The Good Place. Maybe Jason and Janet too. I hate choices haha.

14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I mean there’s my attempts at smut lurking about in my folders that I don’t think I’ll go back to. A few beginnings of legit books I’ve tried to go back to and never got back into the groove of. Lots of WIPs. A graveyard of WIPs I see before me.

15) What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told I write realistic (and/or Pratchett-esque) drunk dialogue so there’s that 😂

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

I lose focus of the point/the plot sometimes.

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’ve done it briefly and I double check it with a native speaker where I can.

18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens! Hmm. Actually. I remember writing some drabbles for Ouran High School Host Club when I was like 13 but I don’t think they really ever saw the light of day.

19) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Oof. Honestly bits of all of them. Chapter 7 of My Fair Angel. The parenting in Quicken To The New Life. The 14th century chapter of Any Which Way. The musical nerdiness of Sweet Love and Soul’s Delight. The Jesus cameos. There’s fun stuff in all of them.

I will taaaaaaag the aforementioned amazing @wyvernquill and the delectable @lurlur and anyone else who wants to do this!!

[jacaranda-bloom]

December Fic Rec

With this month being busier than most I didn’t get to read as many new fics as I would’ve liked, but that just means more for next month! (I also found that I’d misplaced my writing mojo and so I re-read quite a lot of my own stories to try and find it again - oops - if anyone has seen it, let me know!)

In this instalment, there are fics from @kingsofeverything @soldouthaz @rbbsbb @phd-mama @becomeawendybird @ham-palpert @sadaveniren and @tommosgun.

Thank you to all the writers for sharing their wonderful talent with us. Please don’t forget to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoy their work. 💜

New Reads

💜 The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea | @kingsofeverything | E | 110k | Dec 2020 | older harry/louis, surfers, sexuality crisis, married louis, louis cheats (not on harry), lifeguards, surfing, first times, happy ending, smut | HOLY SHIT! This fic... goddamnit. I watched as each new chapter of this WIP was posted with sweaty palms because I know myself well enough to understand that I needed to wait until it was complete. When it was finally done, I set aside a whole day, and then very nearly inhaled this absolutely phenomenal work of art. I just wanted to crawl inside this fic and could have easily read another 100k, although it’s beyond perfect just as it is. The fic is so well written and the emotions and struggles these characters face are so raw and so real that it really resonated with me. I truly can’t recommend this story highly enough.   

💜 Smoke Between Your Teeth | @soldouthaz | E | 37k | Dec 2020 | uni au, roommates, best friends to lovers, smoking, minor allusions to addiction, lots of oral sex, smut | I absolutely adored this fic. Funny and heartwarming and sweet and all the good things that always come with everything this author puts out there. There are some phenomenal lines in this fic; “Filling in each other’s blanks” was one that really hit home, but there are far too many to mention here. The story is inventive and unexpected and brilliantly written as is par for the course with this amazing writer.

💜 Just Fuck | @rbbsbb | E | 6k | Oct 2019 | a/b/o, alpha harry, omega louis, drunk sex, friends with benefits, scenting, knotting, pwp, smut | I mean... the title kind of says it all really. Super hot, really well written.

💜 What A Difference A Day Makes | @phd-mama | M | 4k | Dec 2020 | collage au, frat boy harry, enemies to lovers, smut | Fantastic banter, super hot, brilliant turns of phrase. Loved every word of this delectable delight.

💜 Leave Me Out | @becomeawendybird | E | 4k | Dec 2020 | pwp, established relationship, post-canon, exhibitionism, light dom/sub, service kink, FIFA, smut (check tags) | Scorching hot, great writing style. Loved the way the other boys were involved in the whole process - really unique. 

Re-Reads

💜 Where You Lay | @ham-palpert | E | 86k | Feb 2018 | a/b/o, alpha harry, omega louis, friends with benefits, scenting, knotting, heat, pining, jealousy, miscommunication, smut | I hadn’t read this fic for a while and honestly, what the hell was I doing? It’s so fucking good. The writing is exemplary, every word on the page furthers the story and adds to the complex tapestry this writer weaves. The smut is some of the hottest a/b/o I’ve read and let me tell you, I’ve read a LOT of a/b/o fics. I definitely won’t waiting as long between reads again.

💜 Tastes Like Strawberries | @sadaveniren​ | E | 5k | June 2020 | a/b/o, alpha harry, omega louis, nesting, heat, sharing a bed, smut | I was scrolling through a fic list and saw this fic. Remembering how much I’d liked it, I cracked it open for another read and I was not disappointed, although I never am with this amazing author! Great premise, perfectly executed. Funny, hot, sweet, hot, cute. Did I mention hot? 

💜 Soul Wiped Clean | @tommosgun | M | 91k | Aug 2015 | friends to lovers, ex-con louis, journalist harry, fears, anxieties, first time, jealousy, smut | Yes. Again. Because I’m a fucking fool for this fic, okay? There are just some moods I get in where I want comfort and this fic does it for me every, single, time. I love the way the story unfolds, the characters, the setting, the love and fluff and humour and vulnerability and strength, just all of it. Sighs.    

[cower-before-power]

Hearts at Twilight

Summary: Yami and Charlotte escape their own wedding celebration for a little bit of romance

Pairing: Yami x Charlotte

TW: swearing, smoking, implied sexual content

Link to A03 here

A/N: So ridiculously fluffy. I hate the title. Also mentions of wedding planner Julius, because you know he has to be involved when one of his sons gets married asdfghjkl. Enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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The sun hangs low in the sky, painting the garden with dazzling reds and golds as it makes its journey below the horizon. It will be twilight soon, time to serve dessert and coffee and after dinner liqueurs. He knows he should head back inside, but he’s a little reluctant to leave the peace of the outdoors. Not that he isn’t enjoying the party; he’s just always liked a little time to himself when things get too noisy. Living with his unruly ragamuffins has taught him that. He puffs contentedly on his cigarette. Just a few more minutes, maybe one more smoke, then he’ll head back inside. 

Back to her. 

“There you are.”

The quiet is broken. Seems like she came to him first. He smiles. 

“Thought I’d run off?” He teases, turning to look at her as she makes her way to him. She’s angelic in the glow of impending evening. He’s always thought her beautiful in anything (or nothing), but there’s something about her tonight that makes her seem practically celestial. His heart gives a lovesick thump.  

He wonders if he’ll ever stop turning into a sap inside when he sees her.

“It’s a little late for that,” she replies, sitting down on the bench beside him. He automatically lifts his arm so she can snuggle up to his side.  

“I just needed some air,” he tucks her closer to him as she shivers from the cool evening. She’s always cold. He doesn’t mind; it means he gets to spend a lot of time wrapped around her. 

“Are you having a good time?” She looks up at him, a touch of worry colouring her face. “I know this isn’t exactly what you wanted.”

(It isn’t, well not the trappings anyways. Seriously, who decided on live doves?)

“It’s not so bad,” he shrugs, brushing a stray strand of hair off her forehead. His fingers linger on her skin, soft and supple. “Food’s good. Booze’s good. I don’t have to pay for anything.”

She snorts. “Ugh, typical. You’re such a cheapskate.”

“I’m miles in debt!”

“Then stop drinking and gambling so much, you moron. Or get better at it.”

“Ouch, Prickly Queen. I’m not that bad.”

“Sure you aren’t,” she rolls her eyes, but her pink lips are tugged up in an amused smile. He can’t help himself; he flicks the now dead smoke away and leans down and kisses that smile right off her face. She makes a contented noise and melts into him, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. He pulls her closer, closer, until there isn’t an inch of space between them. 

He’ll never, ever get enough of this. 

“The part where you became my wife wasn’t so bad either,” he murmurs into her mouth, unwilling to break their contact. “It might have been my favourite part.”

She brushes her nose against his, a gentle gesture that sends a shiver down his spine. “I figured, considering you had tears in your eyes.”

He pinches her side. “I did not.”

(He totally did. He’ll never admit it.)

She giggles, moving away from his mouth to press kisses against his jawline. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Besides,” her voice grows quiet, loving, “it was my favourite part too.”

He captures her lips again; they kiss some more, lazy and unhurried. The twilight grows around them, somewhere an owl begins hooting softly. It’s easy to believe that only this moment exists, that it’s just the two of them suspended in a perfect bubble of time. 

Eventually they have to breathe but they don’t let go of each other. He leans his forehead against hers, gathering her to his chest as he pulls her onto his lap. 

“Did there really have to be live doves though? I’m never gonna live that one down.”

“You try reigning in both my mother and the Wizard King,” she sighs. “They were this close to throwing a parade.”

“Damn Julius,” he grumbles. “Who said he needed to get involved?”

She strokes his face with cool fingers. “He wanted to be because he cares about you. Did you see him after the ceremony? He was practically bawling like a baby. You mean a lot to him.”

He has a brief flash of that moment, the one he tries to never think about when he thought he’d lost a father all over again. His throat tightens. 

“Tch,” his voice comes out too hoarse. He banishes those thoughts from his mind. “Crazy old man.”

He’s grateful when she doesn’t mention the change in his voice. They fight and they tease, but they both know some things are not to be touched. 

“We better get back, they’ll be wondering where we are,” she changes the subject instead, attempting to disentangle her body from his. He doesn’t let her. 

“Yami!”

“What?” He’s decides he doesn’t want to go back, not anymore. Let the others drink and eat and toast to the happy couple. He’s suddenly aware there’s much more fun things he’d rather be doing. His hand slides under her dress and up her leg.

“You know what!” The words come breathy, and she starts to blush. 

His hand creeps higher. “Can you blame a man for wanting to start his wedding night early? Especially when his wife looks as fucking delectable as you do?”

She’s fully red in the face now. “We’re in public! Someone could come out here at any moment!” But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into his touch. 

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He mouths at her neck. She shudders.

“That was one time!”  

“And what a glorious time it was.” 

“I doubt it needs to be repeated on my parents‘ garden bench!”

He strokes his fingers against her thigh, lightly, teasingly. “Hmmmm, true, it may put a damper on how much they like me if they catch me fucking their daughter where they like to have afternoon tea.”

“You’re so vulgar,” she whines, arching her neck. He knows what she’s asking for; he sucks a pretty bruise just below her ear. “Whatever am I to do with you?”

“Nothing that involves this bench, apparently.“ 

She huffs a laugh at that, pulling back to look at him with hooded eyes. “You idiot, why would we even consider a bench when I’ve still got a bedroom upstairs?”

He grins salaciously. “Don’t wanna head back to the party then?”

“They’ll survive without us,” she presses a hard, hot kiss to his lips. “I’m tired of sharing you. Let’s have our own celebration.” 

“Now you’re talking,” he scoops her up and stands all in one fluid motion, the sound of her delighted giggle music to his ears. He’s on fire, every nerve ending in his body buzzing in anticipation. But there’s something that needs to be said before he loses himself in her. Something that comes easier with actions than with words. But this occasion calls for it to be uttered aloud.  

“I love you,” he says, and he means it with every fibre of his soul. He may struggle to express his emotions, but he never ever wants her to doubt him. They spent years and years dancing and doubting, circling each other but never being brave enough to leap. 

All that is over now.  

She smiles; it’s like a flower blooming after the last frost. “I love you too,” she says, and  the joy in her voice threatens to bring him to his knees. “Now take me to bed, husband.”

“Your wish is my command, wife.”

And no one but the moon sees them for the rest of the night.

[concussed-to-pieces]

To Tell You The Truth Part Eight

Fandom: Prospect [2018]

Pairing: Ezra/Prospector!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I may or may not have gone full tilt here, I apologize. Enjoy!

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains certain religious terminology used in a context that may be considered sacrilegious. Stay safe!]

Ezra might have prayed for temperance, but you prayed for strength. You prayed for courage, for the flourishing of the bonfire that wanted to roar like a lion in your abdomen. Admittedly, you did feel a bit silly approaching your eventual physical romance in such a militant fashion, but the vibrant hunger of his kisses (for all that he tried to gentle them) was intoxicating. 

You were left wanting, craving, longing for more and fearing it all at once. Somehow, Ezra had known. Soothing your trembling away, adjusting himself before cradling you against his side, "I will not be a threat to you, gentle soul." And he wasn't. You were safely returned to your room, wholly unmolested aside from a final, lingering kiss that left your skin tingling. 

You touched yourself that night for the first time in stands, hoping and wishing that he was doing the same in his own bedroom as you worked yourself feverishly to your orgasm. 

The next morning, you were terrified that things would be different. That something might have changed and that he would have finally thought better of getting involved with someone like you. You lolled around in bed for far too long and then took your time getting washed up in the bathroom, but when you opened the door you were instantly confronted by your customary mug of morning beverage. 

"I'm afraid I...missed you in the kitchen earlier." Ezra murmured, brown eyes meeting your own nervously. "The hydro, while a delightful invention, cannot hold a candle to your conversational wit." 

He was worried, off-balance. It made your tension ease; you could feel your shoulders slouching a little. The sight seemed to get him to relax slightly, the furrow between his eyebrows lessening when you accepted the mug with a quiet sound of thanks. "Wasn't sure if you regretted anything." You mumbled by way of explanation. 

"You are one of the few beautiful things in my life that regret has yet to gain a foothold on." Ezra assured you sincerely. "And it shall remain so for as long as I have a say in the matter." He paused. "Is that...acceptable?"

You smiled up at him, taking the first sip. "Entirely adequate."

…

Ezra was soft and lazy in the mornings, slow to really wake up, his sleep-tousled hair demanding to have your hands in it. You loved the way he would petulantly scrunch his nose when you kissed it.

Midday found him vibrant and mischievous, urging you to accompany him on his exploratory jaunts around the Pug's west dock and Ward Twenty Seven. His hand never left your own on these walks, that faint worry still there even in the safety and stability. 

Ezra usually tried to plan something to occupy the evenings. On the rare clear nights during the late autumnal season, he would drag you out of the apartment to the barely-maintained west park so the two of you could watch haphazard performances by local artists in the ramshackle community gazebo. More likely though, the bad weather kept you cozy on the couch in the living room.

"I keep wondering when I'll wake up." Ezra announced abruptly one bitterly-cold night. "I posit that perhaps I perished in the Green; Bakhroma's noxious foliage nourishing itself even now with my carcass. It would be a certain poetic justice, I think, for someone as morally bankrupt as myself. My dastardly body serving to further the spread of such voracious verdance." His eyes were distant and troubled as he continued doggedly, "None of this feels real. It is all too...soft. Too kind. As though any edge that could wake me has been sanded down, dulled to a dream."

"I'm not a dream." You replied firmly, snuggling closer to his side. 

"You are the most quixotic portion of this campaign, I have to say. That someone like you would even bother to glance my direction, to say nothing of the warmth you exude...gentle soul, you are a Stockholmian improbability of the highest caliber." Ezra's voice cracked, his expression haggard. "I long to be a man worthy of you. I don't believe in divine will, and even if I did I would be loathe to reduce you down to a simple compensation from some nebulous deity for patiently enduring their trials, but...but I can think of no other reason for you to still be here with me." He confessed wearily. "I offer nothing you can't secure yourself, I have-"

"Ezra?" You interrupted before he could spiral any further into melancholy. 

"Yes, gentle soul?"

"I'm here because I love you, not because you have something I want to secure." 

"That has never been in question, but-"

"No no." You climbed into his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders. "I. Love. You." You stated firmly, cradling his face in your palms after a moment. "Hey. I love you, Ezra. I love you. Even when you disappear into your own head. Even when you go where I can't follow." Your thumb accidentally grazed the scar on his left cheek and he flinched, the intuitively defensive motion making your heart clench. "I don't expect you to be perfect. Gods know I'm not! But don't think for a second that you don't deserve to at least be happy, okay?"

"I deserve none of this." He muttered dismally, still avoiding your gaze. 

"What was it you told me the day you came to see me in the hospital? 'We have endured so much worse than having a little good fortune, yet upon being confronted with it, we do not feel worthy'." 

His laugh was mirthless, raw. "I am remarkably eloquent, especially when I lie, gentle soul."

You huffed out a breath. "Oh that was a lie, huh? I guess you wanting to be a better man must also be a lie, right? A hackneyed platitude?" His chest shuddered, but you kept going, "All the times you've called me precious or beautiful or gentle, probably lies. A valkyrie? What a damn joke."

"Now, wait just-"

"You want to lie? Lie all you want. But you're not going to wallow." You scolded.

"Gentle soul, I do not lie about you." Ezra protested. "I yearn to be a better man, a man worth your avid ardour with every fiber of my reprehensible bein', yet I am unworthy of insomuch as the opportunity to enable me to do so."

"I wish you could see what I see." You ran a finger down the bridge of his pronounced nose, smiling when he wrinkled it. "I wish you believed me."

"As do I. More than you'll ever know." Ezra sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "If only to soothe my own damnable ego!"

"There's nothing I can do to convince you?" You quizzed him, wriggling a little in his grip to try and get more comfortable on top of him. He grunted, tightening his hold. "Maybe I should write you a poem."

"No, no." He replied breathlessly, his fingers digging into your hips. "You are already all the poetry I could ever desire, gentle soul."

"What about a sonnet? A haiku maybe?" Your brow furrowed as you noticed just how tightly he was holding you. "A...what, limerick?"

Ezra sputtered with laughter, his black mood finally seeming to lift. "A limerick, Kevva preserve me!" He chuckled.

"There once was a man named Ezra…" you began threateningly.

"I am not an innocent, and yet I implore your valkyrical heart for mercy. Spare me such torment, gentle soul!"

You pursed your lips, trying to think of a second line, but Ezra interrupted your thought process with a kiss. And really, it was incredibly unfair that his kisses always seemed to render your mind to soft static. He hummed into your mouth, obviously pleased with himself. 

You didn't miss the way he settled you more firmly into his lap, however, making you break the kiss with a gasp. "No predation, gentle soul. I just crave you a little closer." Ezra breathed. "Is it too much?"

"N-No, not at all. I like it." You admitted shyly, toying with the buttons on his henley. He groaned, his mustache brushing the sensitive skin of your neck when he kissed you beneath your ear.

"I must confess to my shortcomings, gentle soul." He murmured against your neck. "I bear the cross of strong predisposition towards adoration and a certain...proclivity regarding devouring. I hope not to offend." 

"I don't know what you said, but I trust you." You replied just as softly, shivering at the volume of the groan he let out. The way he sounded was enough to have you growing wet, your natural slick easing the drag of the seam of your pants over your clit when you shifted again.

"I said, I will worship you with every breath in my lungs, and I wish to put my mouth on you in a salaciously intimate fashion." Ezra translated, his lips curving into a languid smile against your skin as he spoke.

"Oh?" You asked, willing your heart to stop pounding excitedly in your chest and trying to adjust your stance on top of him surreptitiously.

"Kevva, I do not deserve you. I feel untried." He admitted shakily. "Pardon my lewd terminology, but the delectable undulations of your form against my own threaten to bring me to fruition. I am afraid I must insist that we-"

You rocked your groin down, eyes half-lidding when you realized what you had been absently rubbing against this whole time. You braced your hands on his chest, leaning close. "You must insist that we…?" You prompted him with a teasing smile.

"Gentle soul, such cruelty...you have me thoroughly turgid." He muttered through gritted teeth. His fingers cradled the back of your neck, as if he didn't trust himself to put them anywhere else. "Stay your hand, I beg you, before I make a mess of this."

"Of what, your pants?"

"...among other things, yes." Ezra growled. 

"Hmm," you paused, as if you were thinking about it. "No." 

"You-!" Ezra's words dissolved into a hoarse groan when you hitched your hips up to grind your cunt against the swollen curve of his member, barely contained by his jeans. "Martyr's malfeasance, I can feel the heat of you, please don't stop--may I touch you?" He gasped. 

"Where?" You asked, not so wholly aroused that you forgot your caution. 

He swallowed hard, the thick musculature of his neck rippling beneath your hands. "Wherever you'll permit me, please, please, gods, I have never craved someone as much as I crave you," he pleaded. "I want to grace you with as much benevolent joy as you grace me, more even, I...I will be nude for you, gentle soul, take me apart! Make me yours." He rambled on, his hands in your hair now as he urged your hips forward in their motion. "Permit me to taste and touch you, gentle soul. Allow me entry into the slick, sheltered hollows of your form, grant me succor where your divinity pulses to new life with every pass of my tongue." Ezra pressed his forehead to your own, his heated words stealing your breath. Half the allure was untangling them all. "I am but a sinner rendered wholly insensible by your presence, greedy and undeserving and yet I beg, I implore-" 

You coaxed his hands out of your hair, smiling mistily at him before you kissed his knuckles. "Go ahead. I trust you."

"Rise then, you gossamer fae creature." He ordered, clapping a hand to your hip. "Titania's beauty pales in comparison to your own and I have not even divested you of your garments." 

"Oh, here?" You bit your lip. "You don't want to...I mean, the bedroom?" 

"Is that what you wish?" Ezra queried, his hands stilling. You took in the sight of him underneath you, hair thoroughly mussed with his shirt rucked up over his belly. "Whatever you prefer, gentle soul. Is this too fast?"

"No, no no, I'm more worried about how small the couch i--hey!" You yelped when Ezra cradled your body against his own and stood. Your knees grappled at his sides for a moment and he burst out laughing, fumbling to urge your leg up over his hip. 

"I've got you! I've got you, don't fret." The former prospector soothed, still smiling. "You're safe."

"Oh Ezra?" You called over his shoulder. "Some man is here to take me away, he says he's worthy of me or something, I dunno', I'll see you tomorrow morning okay?"

In reply, Ezra buried his face in your neck and blew a raspberry on your skin, making you squeal and wriggle. "You are so smug, I love it!" He laughed. "You piquant little thing, a vivacious rebuttal to Kevva's divine will."

"Oh I'm sacrilegious now?" You questioned as he carried you down the hall, feeling a tremor of fresh excitement when he entirely ignored your bedroom door in favor of his own.

"I am confident that you shall rapidly come to terms with your newfound paganism, gentle soul." 

You slung your arms around his neck and held on to him a little tighter, enthusiasm and trepidation warring within you.

Once the former prospector placed you on the bed in his room, his eager demeanor shifted. "Lights on, or off?" He asked softly. "Would you rather undress yourself, or would you like me to undress you?"

"Oh, u-um. Can we have just...a small light on? Like your bedside lamp?" You requested, twisting the hem of your shirt. "I'll be okay as long as I can see you, but I'm...well, y'know." You shrugged anxiously up at him. 

"I don't know, I'm afraid. What are you?" 

Really, you should have known better than to assume that he would let you off that particular hook so easily. You sighed. "I'm not exactly in the greatest shape even after all this time, I've got stretch marks and that scar and I-"

"And you, are immaculate." Ezra whispered, leaning in from the side to kiss the rest of your self-deprecation away. "You are strength and wonder and all the good that has ever been, encapsulated in a stunning mantle of kintsugi. Every scar is drenched in gold, every mark forged anew in radiance. You are pure sunlight, gentle soul, rapturous air in this battered floater's lungs."

"Oh," was all you could say in reply, wide-eyed. 

"I wish you could see what I see." Ezra echoed your earlier words, smiling when you huffed and turned your head away from him. "It's true! Don't hide from me, gentle soul. I know it is embarrassing, but honesty is the best policy-"

"Says the one who claimed he was at his most eloquent when he was lying!" You protested, half-laughing.

"I regret to inform you that that was a lie as well."

"You're incorrigible."

"And infatuated." Ezra returned to the bed from dimming the lights, shedding his shirt as he went. "Impossible. Infuriating. Vexatious. Precocious." His voice dipped to a sultry purr, the next word buzzing against the skin of your neck. "Garrulous." 

"Ezra please, you're the best-looking thesaurus I've ever known but I want to die of embarrassment. Can we not have a vocabulary-expanding session in the bedroom?" You begged, covering your face.

"Best-looking--such flattery, gentle soul!" Ezra teased you mercilessly, "You could have lured me into your embrace stands ago with that silver tongue of yours." He bent close, playing with your fingers at the hem of your shirt. "Besides, you cannot deny your reaction to my expansive vocabulary. You love it when I hum incomprehensible nothings just beneath your ear, don't you?" He enquired, mouthing kisses down the curve of your jaw. You couldn't help your delighted shiver. "You tremble for me, which seems to indicate a level of enjoyment. Either that, or apprehension. Are you apprehensive?"

"Maybe a little." You admitted.

"Because of me? Am I too close? Should I stop?"

"No, gods no!" You protested wildly. Ezra settled back on his haunches, ever patient as you struggled to find the right words. "I'm not apprehensive about you, it's...I guess I'm apprehensive about me. About whether I'll be able to...um, whether I can make you feel good." You floundered.

"I would not trouble yourself with such concerns, gentle soul. If I can offer any assurance, it is in the knowledge that my love and, in kind, my making of said love, is decidedly generous." Ezra soothed, those brown eyes warm and guileless. "All I ask is your permission and consent, which can and should be revoked if you are discomfited by any advance I make."

"Promise?" You whispered.

"Martyr's malfeasance, I would rather lose my arm than cause you undue suffering. I swear it." Ezra replied simply, running a hand through his rumpled hair. "I will not be a threat to you. I will never weaponize myself against you."

"Will…" you hesitated, feeling like everything had gotten so incredibly serious so fast. "Will you let me win at Scrabble?"

He tried to keep a straight face. It worked. Briefly. "I will--I-dammit-" he snorted. "You drive a hard bargain, gentle soul. I may require legal counsel. I am loathe to relinquish my Scrabble dictatorship." Ezra sighed dramatically. "But if it is a question of pursuing carnal delights or intellectual, I must admit the former holds infinitely more allure. I will permit you to win one game."

"Only one?" You bit your lip, tracing circles on his bare chest over his collarbone. A few scars stood out starkly on the olive skin, and you cupped one that marred his right pectoral.

Ezra's breath hitched. "W-Well, perhaps I might be open to candid discourse in favor of justifying two wins. But you must understand, winning by underhanded tactics will give you no lasting joy." He cautioned you sternly. "A faux victory is naught but a festerin' wound that plagues your existence."

"I'll keep that in mind." Your fingers moved to the buttons on your shirt. "I know these small ones are hard for you to undo."

"Your charitable nature overwhelms me." Ezra breathed. "Leave the hooks, will you? I always delight in that particular chore."

"By all means. It's a pain in the neck otherwise." You smiled at how intent his stare was. "You see something you like?"

"Infinite somethings." He groaned, shifting his body down until he laid on his stomach. He pillowed his head on his arm as he looked up at you, his eyes alight. "I want to taste your skin so damn badly."

"I'm right here, y'know." 

"Yes, and I am utterly ruined by that fact. So close to me, so near." His hand moved upward, trembling fingers tracing your knee. "I am so greedy for you, gentle soul. To think that I would spend a lifetime courting danger and avaricious pursuits, only to be rendered timid and a-quiver by the simple knowledge that everything I could ever possibly want is here, here, I can reach out and fill my arms with it." 

You slipped your shirt off of your shoulders and Ezra swore under his breath. "I'm not dumb enough to believe that you've had an easy time of it yourself." You murmured. "You've got more scars than I do."

"By the hubristic tendency of my own hand, I assure you." Ezra urged you upright, his fingers battling with the fasteners of your bra. "Old wounds, made infinitely less caustic by the knowledge that you anticipated me as tenderly as I anticipated you, gentle soul." Your bra finally gave way and the noise he made in his throat was delicious, a helpless little croon of excitement that had you squeezing your thighs together for some meager relief. "Gods, I am woefully underprepared. I would beg for a lifetime to observe you even in this hapless state of undress, yet I am ushered onward by the siren call of this wonderful skin. I would...I would very much like to touch you." He said faintly. 

"Where?" You whispered. His hands slid beneath your arms from behind in reply, cradling your own hands before he raised them to hover over your newly-bared breasts. You bit your lip anxiously. "Be gentle, please?" 

A nearly overwhelming sense of relief washed over you when Ezra nodded his forehead down into the nape of your neck. Knowing that he wasn't actually looking at you yet, all he was doing was feeling you...it made it more bearable somehow. 

So far, so good. 

His index fingers slipped over the still-soft peaks of your breasts and you couldn't help the sigh you let out, feeling your nipples begin to wake under his touch. "Gentle soul, I...words fail me." Ezra admitted quietly. "To coax you to blossom by my hand is all that I could ever want in this lifetime. Lean back, please?"

You obliged, turning your face to kiss his neck so he couldn't see your expression. Ezra's motions were unhurried, tender; calloused palms chafing your breasts with care. His breath stuttered every time you lavished his throat and jaw with kisses. 

"It has been so long since I have been able to touch another, I only pray I do not disappoint. My technique may require some calibration." He apologized with a self-conscious chuckle. "I'm afraid my own imagination is a poor substitute for the flesh and blood fantasy you have presented me."

"I wish I could talk like you." You whimpered against his ear, feeling his chest expand with a sharp inhale. 

"Martyr's malfeasance, I am uncertain that I would be able to endure that hypothetical iteration of reality." He said shakily, delicately rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. You arched your back, gasping. This was impossible, it had never been like this, even before Damon! The only time it had ever felt this good was when you were masturbating, because you knew what you needed, you knew how everything worked, but now-

Maybe you weren't the only one who knew just what you needed. 

"I wonder," Ezra mused, "I wonder just how drenched you are from this alone. I know you are working yourself off on the seam of those wonderfully tight jeans, gentle soul. Would you indulge me for a moment?" He ducked his head down, nudging his nose affectionately into your burning cheek. "I'd appreciate it if you would unzip your jeans. You do not have to, naturally, and I do not expect it of you. But it would be...appreciated."

You fidgeted for a moment, then moved to undo your button.

"Stay, now." Ezra murmured. "Slowly. No demands, no rush. We are relaxed. We are peaceful. Climax need not be a grasping, headlong event. There can be such a build, a gloriously languid indulgence, where pleasure laps heady at the senses and completion bleeds into itself. You make me wish to take my time, gentle soul."

"Right, sorry. I just...I'm used to it. I'll try to remember." You panted, not missing the sorrow that flickered across his rough features. It made your heart ache and sing at the same time, his patience and understanding for your previous experiences.

"Do we need to stop?" Ezra queried. 

You shook your head, nearly hitting his nose. "No, no. I'm having a great time." You insisted, making him chuckle. "No way I'm stopping now, we're just getting to the good part!"

"I am of the belief that any moment I spend with you, clothed or otherwise, is the good part. Perhaps I am too sentimental." The man allowed, still smiling. You bit your lip, skimming your fingers down the surface of your stomach. "There you are, gentle soul. Serene. Taut with anticipation, grinding those beautiful hips up for an echo of touch. Slowly, slowly, make your body beg for it. Draw out the moment of arrival." Ezra instructed as he continued to tease his fingers over your breasts, his voice rasping slightly. "Open your placket as if you have never encountered one before, feel the ticking of the zipper teeth as they slip open."

You closed your eyes if only because you knew you were safe, sliding down your zipper and arching yourself a little to wriggle your hips free. Your panties were soaked, wet enough that they made a soft noise when you tried to tug them down.

Before you could think to feel self-conscious, Ezra groaned long and low in your ear, and you didn't have to open your eyes to know exactly where he was looking. "You are dewy, gentle soul."

"For you." You dared to say, relishing his gasp for breath when you slid your fingers down over your slit.

"Slick from such hard labor, and I confess I am aching as well. But slow now, temperance. Will you touch yourself for me, gentle soul? Bring yourself pleasure?" Ezra paused, like he was fighting for air. "Allow me a taste of the sheltered, trembling divinity that is your womanhood, gentle soul. I am a man adrift in a desert of sensation." He begged hoarsely.

"You want…?" You trailed off, flushing hot at his rapid nod towards your hand. "Are you sure? I mean, what if it's weird? What if-"

"Nothing about your sensuous form could lessen my desire for you, gentle soul." Ezra licked his lips, pupils blown black with want. "Give me your taste. Anoint my mouth with your arousal as we indulge in this carnal rapture."

You were certain that if he said anything else you would spontaneously combust, his words like gasoline on the roaring fire in your belly. Ezra took the opportunity to lick into your mouth, muttering fractured, helpless adoration under his breath as you whimpered and rocked beneath him. Your fingers dove back to your cunt, slipping through the slick folds to tease your entrance and then retreating up over your clit. With a hiccup of loss, you pulled your hand free and shyly extended it to him.

"Lay them on my tongue, you angelic creature. We engage in a communion older than the stars themselves; gods, that I were a worthier man!" Ezra urged your fingers into his mouth, the brown-haired man moaning and laving at your soaked digits with an enthusiasm that you didn't anticipate. "As I suspected," he groaned, "heavenly ambrosia, nectarean. You have sundered my very spirit with your taste, gentle soul." 

"You...it's okay, then?"

"It is an offering from your body. Longing given delicious, lascivious form. It will never be less than the most precious thing to me." Ezra assured you, devilish fingers tormenting the stiffened peaks of your breasts. "Stroke yourself for me, please? Bury those nimble little fingers back into that sweet cunt and bring yourself to fruition."

You squeezed your thighs together, arousal pooling heated and dark in your stomach. He loved you. He didn't feel entitled to you. He wanted you to feel good. "Ezra-"

"My name from your lips is at once agony and ecstasy, gentle soul. I could listen to your voice quivering for hours." Ezra crooned, a smile pressed to the skin of your shoulder. "Are you close? Are you rising turbulent, gentle soul? Threatening completion?" You could barely manage your nod before his large hands palmed your breasts, your nipples tenderly caged between his knuckles. "Then grant me that vision, gentle soul, let me witness you fucking resplendent." He grated out, the uncharacteristically blunt curse sending a searing jolt through your body. 

You were helpless to resist his plea, the blood roaring in your ears rendering you numb to the world for a few moments while your orgasm crashed over you. 

Ezra cradled you close to his chest; kisses landed on your neck, forehead, shoulders as he murmured praise and…

And you might have briefly lost consciousness. Briefly.

Part Nine

[spikelovesjulia]

Title: Julia Calls Me

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop

Pairing: Julia/Spike Spiegel

Language: English

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 5419

Tags: Romance, True Love, One True Pairing, Getting Back Together, Established Relationship, Obsession, Trust Issues, Abandonment Issues, Codependency, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Making Love, Cohabitation, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Bounty Hunters, IN SPACE!, Slice of Life, Family Dynamics, Cooking, Shopping, Hanging Out, Roommates, Friendship, Female Friendship, Male Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Developing Friendships, Financial Issues, Relationship Advice, Character Study, Character Development, Personal Growth, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It           

Summary: Having rid themselves and the world of Vicious, Spike and Julia return to the Bebop to start their new life together. Jet welcomes them with open arms. Faye has to adjust to the situation but she's trying. Basically, Spike Spiegel gets everything he ever wanted.

Notes: This is the story of Spike and Julia reconnecting as lovers and partners. But also having to wade through the deep emotional pain of having been apart for so long. I’m warning you now, this will be an EXTREMELY sexual fic. They will be going at it quite often. There will be a lot of needy desperate sex of all kinds. And a lot of Spike Spiegel being Spike Spiegel except now he has a girlfriend. 0.o

Chapter 1: I Got a Woman

“It’s really, really not much.” He told her with a self-deprecating laugh. Kicking himself for not bothering to get a decent bedspread or fucking sheets at any point in the past three years.

She smiled at him, her hand coming to caress his arm. “Whatever it is, it will be just fine.”

He opened the door to his room. There it was. Dingy, poorly lit, windowless. The drab bare walls of the Bebop not helping one bit. The one table he did have was cluttered with his belongings. The one chair in his possession draped messily with clothes. The small chest of drawers by his bed held a lamp atop it, among a collection of this and that. Then there was his bed. Big enough to fit two comfortably yet lumpy, worn, with a puke green bedspread flung on top, and bunched up sheets underneath. He had not been expecting company. Least of all that he would have her back in his life. In his room. In his bed.

“It’s cozy.” She told him politely, then smiled. “Maybe it just needs a woman’s touch?”

“Oh, it certainly needs that.” He agreed, returning her smile and nodding his head.

“I’ll be very happy here.” Her eyes sparkled. “As long as I’m with you.”

 Are you? Are you finally with me? After I waited for so long?

“Make yourself at home.” He offered casually as he closed the door and followed her.

She began removing her coat, he was quick to help. It joined whatever was strewn over the chair. He’d almost lost her. Lost her for good. Everything inside him roared back in fierce desperation when he thought of it. He couldn’t afford to waste his chance. Their chance. He could never lose her again. Never.

A quiet moment lingered. It was electric... what hung in the air between them. They both could feel it. Then he was pulling her into his arms before he had so much as given his body permission to move. “Julia.” Her name escaped his lips. It was a prayer. A plea.

Smoothly he drew her in, as if he did this sort of thing all the time. And yet once their lips met, his need destroyed whatever sense he had left to him, as he claimed her mouth. Claiming was the only way to describe it. How he kissed her. He took. And he took. And he took. His tongue thrust deep and dancing with her own.

That he had been deprived this. That he had endured it for so long. That she had finally returned to put an end to his suffering. All of it transformed him into a man he could hardly recognize.

She moaned into their kiss and it was like a balm to his torn and tattered soul.  

Love me again. Like before. I want it like before.

He just kept kissing her. No pretense of restraint. The sweetness of her lips calling to him. Maddening him until all he knew was lust and desire. All he wanted was to be lost in the bliss of her love. The bliss of her body.

 Be with me. Complete me.

“Like that.” She encouraged, panting, almost crying out. “Just like that. Spike, please.” He started kissing down her elegant neck.

It was surreal. He had the woman of his dreams in his arms, saying please because she wanted to be fucked by him. How had his luck turned so drastically? Not two days prior he would have sworn he was cursed. Targeted by syndicate assassins. A liability to the few friends he had. The woman he loved lost to him for years.

His hands adroitly undid the buttons of her dark burgundy blouse. It was almost comical, how quickly his fingers moved. But honestly, the thing would have been ripped off her body if it hadn’t been one of the only articles of clothing she currently possessed.

The maroon lace of her bra clung prettily to her gorgeous breasts. Luscious and delectable in their beauty. His breath caught in his throat. Fuck he had missed them. Yet for this he slowed down. Because she deserved to be enjoyed. She was made to be enjoyed. She was so beautiful. Her golden curls shining in the dim light of his room. Her blue eyes bright and filled with need. His mouth so hungry for her. He had to taste everywhere.

He went for it. Burying his face between her breasts and nuzzling. Inhaling as deeply as he could. Her scent was like a drug to him. His hands coming to play with her pretty nipples. He could see them through the lace. He loved them. Love to suck on them. Taste them. To tease them gently with his teeth. He kissed across the swell of one breast and then the other. Adoring them. Such pretty tits. They were perfect. Round. So perky. Just what he liked. He heard himself moan. It was a sound he hadn’t made since he’d had her last. Nearly four years ago.

“You haven't changed at all.” He said burning the image of her in his mind.

“You’re too kind.” She told him in that sultry voice that beckoned to him. Then gave him an inviting smile.  

This is real. He told himself. She is real. She is here. But it still didn't seem possible. He felt the creep of an irrational terror. What if he woke to find it all a dream? But the fear left his mind as soon as it came. She was in the process of removing the pants she wore.

Those legs. That body. The only reason he hadn’t gotten that bra off her yet was because he needed to see her in the bra and panty set. So, the panties did match then. They were the same maroon lace. Classy. Sexy. Not something she wore with the intention to provoke necessarily, but the lady provoked. The dark brown-red color contrasting so beautifully against the glow of her pale skin.

There had always been something dreamlike about her. He remembered that. Remembered the moments where he could not believe that she was real. How was it fair someone so beautiful should exist? And how was he to bear it? Was he to go mad because of her? Had he? Why else would such a beautiful creature exist, if not to drive men to ruin with her beauty?

Yet if that was the truth of it, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted and wanted.

The bra had long overstayed its welcome by then. He needed to see her body. It took him half a second to unclasp the thing with one hand. He pulled it off her and flung it to the floor. Her clothes belonged strewn on his floor mixed with his. Quickly discarded in the heat of passion.

She laughed. “Still good at that, I see.” Did she think he’d had practice in their time apart?

The question didn’t slow him down as he gazed at the most beautiful pair of tits he’d ever seen. Fuck. They really were perfect. Delicate and yet so proud. Right in that sweet spot. Not too big, not too small. Just exquisite. Taking a nipple into his mouth he began to suck greedily. She tasted so damn good. The sweet bud pebbling evermore against his needy tongue.

What about her? Had she been with anyone? No. He wouldn’t think of that. Yet jealousy was already blooming in the pit of his stomach. If she had, he didn't want to know. It didn't matter anyways, he reminded himself.

He suckled harder. That made her cry out. Baby, that is but a taste of what I have in store for you. He used to be able to get her all riled up and then have her mewling like a sweet little sex kitten. He needed that again. Needed it like he needed oxygen.  

His hands went to her panties. “Not so fast.” She warned. He could feel himself pout. She laughed, but fondly. “I’m down to my panties and you have yet to remove a single article of clothing. How is that fair?”

“Well, if you want me that badly.” He said to her cockily, loosening his tie before pulling it off and discarding it with swagger.

“That’s a start. Keep going.” She ordered. He grinned at her, tossing his blazer off and then undoing the buttons of his shirt.

It was a rush, discarding his shirt and being naked from the waist up before her. She liked his body. At least she had. She’d kissed nearly every inch of him and murmured sweet nothings about how handsome he was. It had genuinely made him blush at the time. He knew he had. She’d teased him about it plenty.

 And now? What about now, Julia?

As if right on cue she moaned for him. Coming to him. Putting her hands on his chest. Touch me, Julia. Touch me. His mind begged, even as she was. The caress of her finger tips a delight to him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She told him.

“Nah, that’s my line.”

“What is?”

“You’re so beautiful.” He repeated looking straight into her pretty eyes. She gave him one of her special smiles. The windy smile. No longer teasing, but genuine and touched. He loved that smile. It was treasure to him. He needed that smile. “I never stopped loving you.” He told her. Pulling her in for another hungry kiss. Holding her in his arms. Loving the feel of her against his skin.

There. He’d confessed. Say it back. Say it.

She took his face in her hands tenderly, looking up at him. “I never stopped loving you.”

Then he kissed her. Just kissed her and kissed her, because god knows what he would have said if he hadn’t.

His hands slip lovingly down her body, until he was caressing her beautiful buttocks. Sneaking both hands under her panties, he lovingly kneaded those gorgeous cheeks. He did it slowly. Sensually. Taking his time and enjoying the smoothness of her ass. He was going to kiss all over it.

“Pants.” She instructed him. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed this.” She said before caressing his raging erection. He groaned a little. It just felt too good. He’d been rock hard and twitching for ages now. Hell, he’d already been stirring since before they made it to his room.

“Oh that.” He chuckled. “I’m just happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too.” She said as she undid his belt. He loved it when she did that. When she needed him so badly, she had to strip him herself.

But he was quick to remove the remainder of his clothing on his own. His orange striped boxers weren’t exactly the kind of thing he wanted Julia to see him in. He added new briefs to the ever-growing list of things he had to upgrade as soon as possible.

Yet he felt no shame in being completely naked in front of her. Naked and deeply, deeply aroused. His hard cock jetting out and straining at her desperately. This was natural. How they were meant to be. Just a man and a woman in love. About to make love.

“It’s even bigger than I remember.” She said to him. Heat and arousal in her voice.

“Trying to stroke my ego?” If she was, she’d been successful. He was all too pleased by that last comment.

“I thought you’d enjoy being stroked.”

He chuckled again. “Well, yes. Now, about those panties.”

He was already advancing on her. Forcing her to back onto his bed.

Once he had her where he wanted her. He went in for the kill. Pinning her to the mattress.

His heart ached wonderfully. As if it were beating for the first time in years. And yet the sorrow and longing of the long empty span of their time apart still resided deep within his chest. The sting of it lingering.

He kissed her. Kissed her like his life depended on it. Because it did.

What did anything else matter now? She was with him. Finally.

Then he was kissing down her body. Running his tongue down her neck, down her throat. Her head hung back giving him all the access he could want. Her body arching into him. Begging him to take her. He kissed along her clavicle and down further still. He took a nipple into his mouth. Couldn’t resist. Kept suckling while his fingers played with its twin. Then switched. He lavished them with his ardent and undivided attention. His hands coming to cup both of them at once. He was so greedy, and she was so beautiful.

“So. Fucking. Sexy.” He whispered before his mouth was hungrily at her breasts again. She whined, already panting heavy.  Then he kissed the underside of her tits, kissed down, down, down her flat tummy. Stopping to lick her cute belly button. Then it was time.

He moaned loudly. They were soaked. They were soaked through.  

He buried his face between her legs, only a strip of wet lace keeping him from what he most desired. “You smell so fucking good.” He said nuzzling his nose against the trembling pussy just underneath the gossamer barrier. Her scent was intoxicating to him. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more desperate for her, he did.  

He kissed her heated sex through the lace, darting his tongue out and running it long her crease and up to her clit. He sucked at her there. Through the lace. Fuck, he needed this.

He never forgotten the taste of her. Every time he’d come in the years they’d been apart, he’d had the memory of that taste in his mouth. Every single fucking time.

“Spike.” She pleaded. But he wasn’t letting up.

He raised his eyes to see her tits bouncing as her body thrashed about. He loved that. Loved everything about her.

Did she remember? Did she remember how he used to eat her pussy? How much he’d loved doing it? How he’d do it all the time? That he loved it when she was coming against his tongue, against his mouth, against his face?

He was pulling the panties off before he knew it.

Goddamn. Undressing her had always been like unwrapping a present.

And there was Julia in all her beauty. He gave himself a moment just to look at her. To drink her in. To feast upon the mouthwatering sight of his lover.

Julia had the most perfect pussy. The fucking prettiest, the tightest. The lovely pinkness of her so alluring to him. She was a literal goddess. The idealized embodiment of feminine perfection.

As if she could hear his thoughts, she opened her legs wider for him. Bending her knees and planting her pretty feet firmly upon the mattress. It was like being granted entrance into Eden.

So pink, so womanly.

He was the one panting now. His arousal near unbearable. His cock twitching wildly in anticipation. It must have been written all over his face how much he enjoyed this. She was blushing. Rose dusting across her cheeks. It pulled at his heart how lovable she was. How lovely.

He smiled at her before he began kissing down her inner thigh. Kissing adoringly. Making each kiss a promise. To love her eternally. To love her faithfully. To be good to her in every way.

Being like this with her again made him feel joy.  

And she was enjoying herself too. That he could tell. But there was an eager nervousness about her. She wanted him! And yet… Are you worried, my love? About pleasing me? No woman has ever pleased a man the way you please me. You think that could ever change? All the planets and all the stars could crumble into nothingness before it did. And even then, it wouldn’t.

He locked eyes with her and licked his lips deliberately.

Then he spread her folds apart with his fingers, so he could see inside of her. I could come just from looking at you, Julia.

“You’re the most beautiful.” He told her. Then went in to kiss what was his.

He licked her. Moaned against her wet folds. It was just as good as he remembered. Fuck. It was. Or better. It was even better. He kept licking. Losing himself in it almost immediately. It’d always been like this. He’d always had an animal reaction to the scent and taste of his woman. It made him wild. He loved this pussy. Lived for it. Would die for it.

“Spike…” She cried. Her hands going straight into his hair. That’s it. Keep saying my name. Pull my hair if you want to. Just keep your hands on me and my name on your tongue.

“You like being licked like that?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response. The answer was quite obvious. He just did it again. And again. And again. Making her cry out from the pleasure of it every time. He really couldn’t give less of a fuck if Jet or Faye heard. “So sweet. You always taste so fucking sweet.” He told her between mad licks and swirls of his tongue.

“Spike.” She was chanting. “Spike. I want you.” He smiled into her pretty pussy as he kept going at her. Just going at her.

 You have me. You’ve always had me. From the first. I was yours from the first.

He changed his tactic suddenly. On impulse. Maybe he wanted to draw it out a little bit more. Spreading her wide he licked inside her as deep as he could. He swirled his tongue again very deliberately and got exactly the response he wanted.

She screamed in pleasure. One hand immediately coming to clamp over her mouth, to keep herself quiet. The other still in his hair. Holding him in place. As if she had to.

Deftly he brought his index and middle finger into her opening and slid them in. He felt the overwhelming tightness almost immediately. Fuck. Maybe he should have started with just the index. It was like she’d never been with a man before. That both excited and offended him deeply.

She was fucking wet too. He’d licked up as much of that honey as he could get, savoring it on his tongue before swallowing.

He began retreating when she let out a protest. “Don’t.” He stopped pulling out. Stayed still as he listened to her labored breaths. His cock aching for her as he imagined what it was going to be like. “Keep going. Please, baby.” She’d called him “baby”. They really were together again. He didn’t know why, but that somehow made it official. He was her boyfriend. Her lover. Her man. It was real. Maybe because he’d always loved it when she called him sweet things. He loved to be dear to her.

“This pussy is just too tight, love.” He informed her. Two fingers still inside her, filling her. His thumb coming to work on her clit. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”

He missed the dirty talk. They used to say all kinds of deliciously filthy things to each other when they were in the mood.

“Are you trying to stroke my ego?” She asked seductively between pants.

“Not your ego.” He said curving his fingers up inside her just right

She gasped very sharply. He began pumping into her.

“That good?” He asked, his thumb still playing with her clit.

“Yeaahh.” She let out in the sexiest sob-moan he’d ever heard. Oh, Fuck. You’re going to be making that sound over and over again tonight. “I’m just adjusting.” She added breathily afterwards, as if embarrassed. “It’s… been a while.” Has it? How long, my love? Months? Years? He told himself to fuck off.

Nothing was going to ruin this for him. Nothing.

He watched hungrily as his fingers played with her. Fucking her. Stretching her. He could do this for hours. He had. So many times. Desperately, he went back to licking at her clit as his fingers fucked into her.

Come for me, Julia. Let that beautiful pussy come for me. Just let go and be mine.

It wouldn’t be long. She was already squeezing him with her thighs and bucking into him. Yes, baby. Like that. I wanna feel it. He switched from licking to sucking on her clit.

And there it was! There it was! Multiples! Right out of the gate. He took it all in, triumphantly. Wanting it so badly. Going back to eating her out like a mad man. Come all over my fucking face, baby. I need it. I’ve wanted you like this, exactly like this, the whole time.

Each climax had quite the exuberant release. Pouring from her scrumptiously in the most erotic way imaginable.

His left hand quickly slipped down to grip the base of his cock, otherwise he would have been shooting his load on the bedspread. You can make me come just by letting me lick you, Julia. If I let myself, I would.

He should have rubbed one out quickly beforehand. It was going to take effort not to blow it immediately. But he wasn’t a boy. He was going to fuck that delicious pussy like a man, no matter how fucking tight she was. She wasn’t anywhere near done coming for the night.

Fuck. Her gorgeous body was still writhing wildly. Her desperate sobs bringing him so much pleasure. What number are you on now, baby? Was that the third or the fourth?  

When she started jolting, he knew it was time to stop. He needed to give her a moment.

He sat up so he could watch her. She was so fucking sexy. She’d just pulled her knees up to her chest as she rode out the last of her orgasms, her feet pointed, and toes curled. Her head flung back in ecstasy. Her sensual moans resounding through his room. They don’t make porn this hot, Julia. Just look at you. And he was looking. He saw a devastatingly beautiful woman laid out on his bed. Her gorgeous long blonde hair tussled about. Her spectacular body in an extremely erotic position. Her sex on full display and trembling. Her thighs glistening with her own desire.

I just licked every inch of that pussy. I want to do it all over again. I want to taste that pretty little rosebud just a bit further south too. He wanted to, so badly. But he could only grip the base of his cock for so long. He NEEDED to be inside her.

Grabbing at his bed spread he used it to clean up. When they were together last, she didn’t seem to realize how special it made her, how desirable. That her body would respond that way to him was so arousing, so gratifying. She’d been shocked when it happened the first time, and he’d lost his mind at the pure eroticism of it. So sexy. It had become an addiction, making her body do that for him.

“You good, beautiful?” He asked softly. His hands coming to pull her legs apart.

Blue eyes opened to look at him. She was stunning.

“Only you could make a woman come like that.” She told him. It was both a compliment and a rebuke.

 I’ve only ever done that with you. Would only ever want to do it to you.

He grinned. “Only me? Why I’m just a humble bounty-hunter, ma’am.”

“Come here, Space Cowboy.”

He did so eagerly. Loving how playful she was being with him now. With the stress of having their lives threatened at every turn no longer hanging over their heads, they could pick up right where they had left off. Like you never left me at all.

“Julia.” He moaned as he came to settle between her legs.

Suddenly, her arms were around his neck and she was pulling him into a kiss. So far, he’d been the one to initiate, this time it was she who led. His arms were around her instantly as he returned her kisses passionately. So passionately. Matching her pace yet letting her guide him. She flavored their kisses. Taste yourself on my lips, my love. On my tongue. Know how sweet you are.

He loved that her hands were on him again. She ran them down his biceps appreciatively before bringing them to caress his back.

“Spike.” She called for him so desperately, though he was right there. His face millimeters from her own. “Make love to me.” It wasn’t the sultry seductress that was urging him to take her. It was the woman laid bare. The need thick in her voice, yet something more vulnerable shown in her eyes.”

“Like this?” He asked, lining up his cock with her entrance. She gasped. So, did he.

“I need you inside.” Oh, that’s all I want. All I’ve wanted for years and years. He started sliding in the tip. Just that felt like heaven. Fuck. The way that pussy sucked him in was beyond ecstasy. Now that she’d been properly prepared, he fit inside her so perfectly. Like they were made for each other. I was made for you, my love. My body was made just for you.

He groaned loudly. Too, loudly.

“Tight.” Was all he could say for himself. She smiled. There was the windy smile again. He smiled back at her. Loving her. Losing himself in her eyes. “You really are as gorgeous as I remembered.” He whispered as his hand stroked her cheek. Her smile deepened so beautifully that his heart melted in his chest even as his body struggled against the bliss of their union. The stretch of her over his cock giving him a pleasure he could scarcely handle. His body nearly overwhelmed by the sheer delight of it. But he held on. Fought manfully against the urge to succumb to it. Nothing else could ever feel this good.

He gave them time, caressing her with hands that had craved to touch her for years. With fingers that had longed desperately to stroke her golden hair. Kissed her with lips that had prayed for her return each and every moment they had been apart.

In turn, she clung to him. Moaning softly into his ear. Kissing him there. She’d told him once that she loved how he filled her. How full he made her. Do you love it still? Having me inside? I’ll make you love it.

Kissing her hungerly he began to thrust. They moaned together. There was a desperate need within him to just devour her. To take her, and take her again after that, because he wanted her so much. Like simmering water coming to a full boil, the passion of it became overwhelming. Too much steam. Too much heat. Too much need. He was at her breasts, kissing and suckling them madly, as he picked up the paste. Thrusting into the excruciatingly delicious tightness of her. Again, and again, until he had her at the peak of her desire. Until he was in great danger of reaching his own.

He wasn’t sure when he’d done it exactly. But at some point, he’d pinned Julia’s hands above her head. He held her down like that as he fucked her. Really fucked her. Thrusting hard and precise. Hitting the right spot over and over again. You think I forgot how to fuck you, my love? You think I’d ever forget something like that?

She was just moaning, sobbing. Chanting “yes” desperately. Then needily calling out his name.

“I know, my baby.” He’d whispered in her ear as he kept up the unrelenting pace. “It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”

Then her hips began to jerk as her body was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. She let out a string of cries that sounded like he was doing something quite alarming to her. A thrill of masculine pride ran through him at that. Is it that good, love? Can it be anywhere near as good as what you're doing to me right now?

Holy fucking shit. He was truly the most blessed man to have ever lived. His cock getting milked by the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy. With one last thrust the scorching, blinding pleasure of it took him. Took him completely. His body shaking with the full force of his orgasm. He spilled his seed deep inside her. Coming like his body was trying to make up for lost time. Fuck, it was intense. To the point of being more than he could take. Only she could make him come like that.

Of the two, he was the louder, the most desperate. There was no helping it. He was only a man, and there was only so much he could take.

Minutes later, still panting and near delirious from the pleasure of it, he laughed a little. Out of joy. Because he was so happy. In a way that he had not been in forever. There had been a part of him that had long given up hope that this would ever happen again. He could not stop from smiling as he kissed her. Kissed her so soft. Kissed down her neck. Snuggled so close to her. Holding her. He saw that Julia had tears in her eyes. But they were a response to the physical exertion. Julia was like him. She never cried.

Guiding his head to rest on the crook of her neck, she hugged him tightly to herself. Wrapping her legs around him to prevent him from pulling out. I would stay like this forever, Julia. If I could. Tenderly she caressed him. His hair, his neck, his back. Soothing him so gently.

 My love, you truly have returned to me at last, haven’t you?

Julia began to sing to him then. The way she had before. The way she had that very first time. He remembered waking up sore, battered and bandaged to the voice of an angel. A beautiful angel that nursed him and tended to him with such care.

He'd already been in love with her then. Sick with love for her. Had stumbled desperately to her door in hopes that he would see her face one last time before he died. But he hadn't died. She'd saved him. And when he was with her, had the privilege of spending time with her, got the taste of having some of her attention just for himself… he'd never recovered from that.

 I can't do anything but be in love with you, Julia.

Her voice was so beautiful. He felt whole. If only for a moment he was. Cradled in her arms. In her warmth. In her love. How had he ever survived without this? How?

 ***

Were they finally done?! Some people were trying to sleep around here! She kept her pillow over her head. Who knew when they’d start up again?

Of course, this would happen, she told herself bitterly. She’d known that. She’d known it from the start. Of course, he would go to her. And of course, he would want to be with her.

She’d liked her too. At first. Now she didn’t know what to think about her. That Julia.

She supposed that’s what he liked. A dangerous, beautiful blonde that was refined and didn’t show much skin. You’d think she’d be chased with how conservatively she dressed, but she was clearly anything but. Julia was a woman that went to bed with her lover when it suited her. Let him fuck her wildly with no concern of who heard. She was the kind of woman that had her lover wrapped around her finger, and with very little effort on her part. As if it were the natural state of things, and maybe it was... for that type of woman.

One thing was obvious though, Spike was utterly seduced by her. Had been since the time he had seen her last. Years ago. How was she so powerful?! In a perverse way, she was honestly impressed.

Maybe she just loved sex and was really good at it? She certainly enjoyed it. Her moans had been loud enough. What had that idiot been doing to her anyways?

But his were the worst. Whatever he’d been doing, he was having a great time.

 That bastard.