#e: guilty lounge

[wheneverfeasible]

Inspired by this post courtesy of @steddiecameraroll

wc: 1.3k || rating: E || cw: drug/alcohol use || summary: Steve loses a bet. Pre-Steddie rivals-to-lovers. Ambiguously takes place in a S1 AU.

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“Fffuuckk…”

The word was drawn out, breathy, and cracking in that perfectly wrecked way that had Eddie’s pulse throbbing in his jeans. His mouth had long since gone dry at the sight, his eyes never wavering.

It had started as a bet, a dare, something between two dudes who had had a little too much weed, a little too much beer, and it had been humorous at the time. Sure, Eddie felt a little guilty about it considering his own feelings towards the guy, but Steve had been game for it, so…whatever. He hadn’t really expected Steve to lose the bet after all…

The wet schlick of Steve’s hand only added to the sound of shuddering breaths, the gasping whines as he chased the end, his neck arched back in pleasure. Legs spread wide to give Eddie full view.

“Beat that, King Steve!” Eddie crowed as he landed on his feet, wiping his wet mouth dripping with beer with his whole forearm, eyes sparkling in delight.

Harrington just scoffed from where he was standing nearby, hip cocked out with his arms folded over his chest. He rolled his eyes mockingly. “Please. That’s not even close to my record. I can take you down easily, Munson.”

“Oh yeah, big boy?” Eddie sneered, but there was no heat to his words. “Bet you can’t.”

A competitive streak sparkled in Harrington’s eyes, dropping his arms to stalk up to Eddie and pushing his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? Wanna put your money where your mouth is, Munson? Let’s bet on it. I win, I get free weed for the rest of the school year.”

This announcement was met with resounding cheers from their audience, but Eddie wasn’t paying attention to them. He was paying attention to the warmth of Harrington’s finger against his chest, the warm breath that wafted over his face that already smelled like beer and Eddie’s weed, the way Harrington’s eyes were lit with mirth and a hint of friendliness towards the town freak. His lips were curled into a smirk of his own and Eddie wanted to lick it.

Eddie caught Harrington’s wrist where his finger was still pressed into Eddie’s chest, pulling it off him to tug Harrington closer. “You so confident you’re gonna win?” Eddie snarked, a part of him telling him to cool his jets before Harrington remembers he crashed his party after selling his product instead of leaving, but the weed and the beer rushing through him from his keg stand wouldn’t listen.

“Then, let’s make it something truly terrifying.” Eddie leaned in to whisper his prize if Harrington lost in his ear…

“Oh god,” Steve whimpered, and Eddie could only watch the pearly flood leaking from Steve, dribbling over his fingers as his hand moved faster, squeezing at the base with a deep moan.

Eddie could feel an answering patch of wetness in his boxers, making him glad for his black jeans at the moment. He shifted ever so slightly in the chair pulled up to the foot of Steve’s bed, where the other boy was propped up against the pillows and short headboard.

He ached to touch, to press the heel of his hand where he throbbed in his jeans, but he only stared, watching Steve with a continued smirk, legs spread out as he lounged back. Even for all of his displayed nonchalance, however, he couldn’t stop the flush in his cheeks as he watched Steve, nor the hungry look in his eyes.

Harrington jerked back at Eddie’s words, staring at him with wide eyes and a slightly gaping mouth. He was silent and still for just long enough that terror started to fill Eddie’s booze and weed drenched mind, and he was just about to laugh it off like a joke, to squash his stupid crush down down down, when Harrington moved.

The other boy closed his mouth, cleared his throat, and shook Eddie’s hand off his wrist. His eyes dragged over Eddie before he crossed his arms again and smirked. “You know what, Munson. You’ve got yourself a deal. I’m not King for nothing,” he said with another scoffing roll of his eyes. “I always get what I want.”

Harrington moved over towards the keg without another word, deftly let his teammates hoist him up, and the count began.

“Fuck,” Steve breathily gasped again, his hips making small thrusting motions as his feet dug into the bed below him, giving him the room he needed. His free hand was, amazingly enough, roaming over his chest, lightly tugging at his own chest hair with another moan.

The moonlight filtered in through his open windows, casting his tanned body in a spotlight for his audience of one. Steve’s sweat glistened, the sheen of his shiny and wet tip like a beacon for Eddie’s eyes. At least until Steve’s other hand drifted down, skating his navel, over his hip, and skimmed over his balls.

Harrington didn’t make it. It was close, literally just a single count away, and then he had to drop the nozzle in defeat.

Eddie won.

When Steve’s fingers slid lower, slipping between his cleft to touch the most intimate part of himself, Eddie couldn’t keep his own gasping moan between his teeth. If Eddie had thought Steve might have forgotten he was on display, that was immediately disabused now as Eddie’s sound merely causing Steve to arch against his fingers, a deeper, more guttural moan leaving him.

“Fuck, Eddie…”

“If you lose, Harrington, then I get to watch you jerk yourself off.”

The sound of his name on Steve’s lips, wrecked and needy, sent a pulse through Eddie that had him leaking heavily and twitching in his jeans so much it was painful. The gasp that left him only seemed to drive Steve on further, his hand fisting his own cock tighter, faster, his breath punching out of him with every harsh tug.

“R-right there, fuck, yes,” Steve was moaning, and even though the words were barely anything at all, they were somehow the filthiest thing Eddie had ever heard in his life. “Fuck, feels so good.”

Eddie couldn’t stand it anymore, his wide eyes glued to the purpling tip of Steve’s cock, barely able to drag his eyes away to see the way Steve’s other fingers massaged over himself between his ass cheeks. Eddie’s hand crushed and squeezed his own erection through his jeans, thrust up against his palm for more pressure. The pain was exquisite.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Steve gasped, the muscles in his thighs and arms bulging, his toes curling in his sheets. Throwing his head back, cords in his neck straining as he clenched his eyes shut, Steve came in thick and hard rivulets over his fist and shooting across his chest with such velocity a splatter even hit his chin. “Eddie…”

Eddie let out a shaky moan, his own dick spasming in his jeans as he released wet and hot in his boxers. The only sound in the room after their oddly in sync panting breaths.

Two weeks later, at another party that Eddie was actually invited to as reigning Keg King, he could only watch with slack jawed awe as Harrington surpassed not only Eddie’s record with ease, but also his own.

When Harrington landed nimbly on his feet, he sauntered over to Eddie with a small smirk, and leaned in close enough to whisper softly in his ear. “I told you, Munson. I always get what I want.” He pulled back just enough to look Eddie in the eyes. “Next time, let’s bet your mouth.”

Then, with a wink, King Steve was swept away into a congratulatory crowd, leaving Eddie wondering…just who had been playing who, and just how soon was too soon to propose marriage.

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

Tagged in celebration of first publicly posted smut: @katyawriteswhump

[13atoms]

Airplane Mode (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A quick blurb about Spencer Reid and his SO finally getting a resort vacation! (Or holiday, because I’m a Brit and saying vacation feels weird). Insp by the slightly weird holiday I’m currently on lol | 1k fluff

Holidays were a bad omen for the BAU. Like complaining a night shift in a hospital is too quiet, or that it hasn’t rained in a while. Holidays meant something was bound to go wrong. So you’d waited until the very last minute to book the flights. Packed your suitcases two hours before leaving for the airport.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to be excited to go away, or even to tell many friends you’d be on holiday.

The louder you said it, the more likely it was that Spencer would be called into work, and the whole thing would fall to the wayside in a series of frantic phone calls. Ultimately, it would only mean Spencer felt awful, and guilty, and it would have been better if you’d never planned anything in the first place. It wasn’t his fault, you couldn’t resent him for it, people’s lives were at stake.

But you were so excited for a vacation.

Even in the airport, as Spencer passed through security with the lazy, efficient movements of a weary regular flier, you’d been waiting for his phone to ring. For it to all be over. You’d held his arm in the airport lounge, waiting for the gate announcement, not daring to speak a word in case the universe heard you and Spencer had to jump on a different plane before yours had even taken off. Then there would be the arguing with the airline. The money lost, the forms for it to be refunded by the FBI, your bags missing because they were already packed deep into the hold of the plane.

You had clutched your coffee cup, already feeling dread and exhaustion overtaking you.

Then the plane had taken off. You hadn’t quite believed it. Spencer put his phone on airplane mode, and showed it to you.

“We’ve made it,” he whispered, through a smile, “it would be in violation of the Federal Aviation Administration regulations to take a call from work now.”

You shoved your face into his neck, and let yourself begin to feel excited.

The resort was one recommended by a colleague of Spencer’s, boring and relaxing, adults’ only and pleasantly quiet. There was a time and a place for exploring and excitement, but truly the thought of Spencer spending a single week away from work felt like excitement enough.

In the taxi from the airport, when Spencer had turned his phone back on and not received summons from Gideon, you finally let yourself utter the words:

“I can’t believe we’re on holiday.”

“I know!”

Spencer was giddy, you could count on one hand the number of times you’d heard him giggle, and it was so wonderful you had to pull his hand into yours and squeeze it.

“I am so excited to do nothing,” he admitted, though you knew his e-reader contained a small library’s worth of books.

“I just want to eat good food, and spend time with you.”

“I think I’m going to turn my phone off,” he said abruptly, as though he’d only just had the thought he could.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Garcia knows where I am, if there’s a real emergency. That way I won’t feel like I have to check it all the time.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

He smiled at you, and you watched as he shot off a quick text to Penelope, before completely turning his phone off. For a moment there was silence, and you both waited, listening to the sound of rubber on tarmac and feeling the heat of the sun outside. Nothing happened. Of course it didn’t. The realisation made you burst out laughing at the same time as Spencer, and you caught a flash of the driver’s backwards glance in the rear view mirror.

“You know what, mine too!”

You turned your phone off in solidarity, and stacked it beside his on the middle seat.

“Swap?” Spencer asked, offering you his phone, but you shook your head.

“Straight into the safe, when we get to the hotel. They can stay there.”

“That’s an even better idea.”

You knew, if it came down to it, if a life was at risk, he’d get the message from the hotel reception and go back to Quantico. That was okay. It was part of who he was, he needed the BAU, as much as they needed him.

There was a chain of people between that decision being made and Spencer finding out, including Gideon and Penelope, who would do everything in that power not to ask him. And that felt good.

For the first day, you let yourselves do only what you wanted to, to explore, to lie in bed, to read. Spencer needed the reminders not to watch every little thing that happened, not to examine poolsides and restaurants like they were crime scenes, but soon that went away and the frown in his brow was smoothed.

He wore swim trunks. He tried sips of your cocktail while floating in a pool. He laughed, and cried at one of the books he read, and ate properly, and let himself spend hours lying against your body in bed.

When you left the hotel, you both forgot your phones, and had to pay the taxi driver to turn around and get them.

“We should just leave them,” you’d joked breathlessly, as the receptionist concealed exasperation and politely led you to the room you’d just checked out of.

“That would be pointless, I’d just have to buy another one –” Spencer was distracted, following the receptionist, working out whether you’d miss the plane in the worst possible scenario.

You could see the stress in him, as the taxi driver waited outside with your bags, his meter running.

“Not if we stay here forever,” you teased, and finally saw the fall of his shoulders, the smile lines appearing on his face.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.”

Spencer made it a whole 24 hours after landing without getting on another plane, and you considered it a small victory. When he called you on the jet you could almost see him, skin a little bit more tanned, his hair still a little curlier from the sun and the chlorine.

“You’d better bring a souvenir, jet setter,” you teased, and imagined Spencer wrinkling his nose before he replied.

“We’re going to Milwaukee.”

[thelov3lybookworm]

shy!lucien x bold!reader, corruption. Reader is a shameless flirt and courtier in the nightcourt. She is rhysands sister, a part of the inner circle and is tasked with keeping lucien company when he and feyre first arrive in velaris. At first she plays with him and enjoys watching him squirm when she says the nastiest most flirty things infront of everyone. But then they truly fall inlove with eachother and reader finds out he’s a virgin. She takes his virginity and claims him as hers, promising that she’ll ruin anyone else for him🧎‍♀️👀👀 the mating bond snaps in place for them😋😋

Presents

Summary: Y/n loves making the new emissary to the night court flustered. The way he blushes, the way he sputters, hell, even the way he breathes is fascinating.

But she isn't ready for her heart to decide that flirting is not enough for her.

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A/n: hey! I loved the prompt! It was so fun to write 😌 I also, I felt like you wanted me to write smut, but I don't write smut, so I'm sorry 😔

Anyways enjoy!

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Lucien's pov.

He made a beeline towards Rhys's office in the river house. He had been relieved to find the house almost empty when he entered, knowing if the inner circle were present, the house wouldn't be so peaceful.

He was also hoping that she wasn't present in the house.

Rhysand's sister.

Y/n.

Over the months since he and Feyre had escaped the Spring Court, it was as if she had made him her target.

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The first time, he had been lounging in his room a day after he and Feyre arrived in Velaris, thinking of the events in the past few days. He was feeling guilty for leaving his friend alone, wondering if he should have stayed back and faced Tamlin's wrath. That was all he could think about since the moment he stepped foot out of the spring court.

Lucien was about to scream at the top of his lungs in frustration, and that's when she decided to waltz in.

She wore a simple tunic and some loose pants, her hair shoved haphazardly into a bun. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the room he was staying in. She hadn't even bothered to knock, and once she had surveyed the room, she simply smiled at him and then plopped down on the small couch–which could probably accommodate only one illyrian, wings and all– as he watched from the bed, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Hi, I'm Y/n." She gave a tiny wave, lifting her legs to rest on one of the armrests of the tiny couch, her back resting on the other one as she draped her arm across the back of it.

He'd stared at her, dumbfounded.

"You are staring darling." She didn't even look at him, just continued getting comfortable on the couch.

He snapped his jaw shut, which he hadn't even realised was open. "I–I'm Lucien."

She grinned, finally looking at him. "I know sweets."

He wondered how to reply to that so the silence didn't become uncomfortable, his cheeks already starting to heat with embarrassment because he was caught staring. "Why–why are you here?"

He groaned inwardly. That was not how he was supposed to speak. Dammit, it was practically his job to know how to converse smoothly with people. He'd been a gods damned emissary for almost half his life.

She didn't seem to mind his words though, speaking happily. "I just thought you would be bored. I came to see if you needed company."

He raised his brows. "So have you seen if I need company?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And I deem you in need of it."

This female was certainly weird. "I don't think that's true."

"Are you trying to kick me out?"

Shit.

"No–"

She laughed. "Don't worry darling. I won't take it personally."

He studied her for a moment. "Why are you really here?"

"I just told you."

"So you want me to believe that you aren't here so you could spy on me for them?"

She stared at him for a moment, the edges of her beautiful lips curling ever so slightly. "There is nothing they can make me do if I don't want to. And I would never want to spy on anyone. That's the darned spymaster's job. Not mine."

"But–"

He stopped when he noticed that her eyes were glazed over, and after a moment she heaved an irritated sigh.

"Brother's in need of me. Have to go. But don't you trick yourself into believing that I'll let you live in peace."

She got up, walking up to him instead of going to where the door was, and he watched as she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

The heat in his cheeks turned from embarrassment to the redness of fluster. She winked at him before turning away.

"Bye. Have a good day Lucien."

Butterflies erupted in his stomach when his name rolled off her lips, and he almost forgot to reply.

"B–bye." He spluttered.

Her eyes glittered. "You're cute."

Never in his life did he think someone would call him cute, but here he was.

Would she show up again? Or was this just some sick way of hers to pass the time?

He didn't know what to base his judgement off of, considering all he knew about the female was that she was Rhys's sister and she was as charming as he was.

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And now the war was over, and the female still showed no signs of stopping.

He grunted softly at his thoughts, how all he could think about was her, all he could wonder about was what she would say when the met next.

But he was trying to distance himself from her.

Not because he didn't like her. No, he liked her, very much so. Probably a little too much for his own good.

But she was charming, and it seemed like second nature to her to flirt with people. He was pretty sure he probably had seen her flirting with the house at some point.

And it was a given that he might fall for her, he probably already had. And he didn't want to develop any more feelings in case she was just flirting with for fun and never had any interest in him. It would hurt him, which he didn't need more of.

So he stepped carefully towards Rhys's office, making sure he was making no noise, eyeing the staircase to make sure she wasn't about to flounce down it to greet him.

The plan was simple. Go meet Rhys, hand over the reports Lucien had with him, and go back to the mortal lands before the dinner and party for tonight's solstice began and wallow in sadness because he had no one.

No one to celebrate festivals with.

No one who cared enough for him to ask if he was doing well.

He had had only a couple of friends in his life who he was in contact with till this day. Vassa, Jurian, Tamlin and Feyre.

But Tamlin was in no position to care for and look over his own needs and health, let alone Lucien's.

And Feyre had her family to look after. So he had no one who cared for him, except Jurian and Vassa.

It wasn't that he was ungrateful. He was just lonely, and he oftentimes wondered what it would feel like to know someone cared if he lived or died.

He wondered how it would feel like to have a family like the inner circle to laugh and cry with.

He wondered what it would feel like to have a love like Rhys and Feyre's, Cassian and Nesta's.

But that's all he could do. All he ever did.

Wonder.

As soon as he reached the door of the office, he heaved a relieved sigh and then pushed them open.

And then he froze when he lifted his eyes.

There she was, her legs resting on the table as she sat in her brother's chair, flipping through a book in her lap.

She looked so careless, as if the world could go to hell and she would be sitting on the throne of hell itself, eating cookies and reading one of those romance novels she adored.

She didn't seem to notice him, her eyes glued to the book. So he decided it best if he left while she was busy, not wanting to get into a conversation with her that might potentially end up with him handing over his heart to be shattered.

Whatever was left of his broken heart anyway.

He took a silent step backwards, keeping an eye on her. And he found her lips lifting in a slow smile.

"Trying to run away Lucien? Come on, I thought you would have missed me." She pouted, slowly raising her eyes to his figure.

She didn't look into his eyes though. She leisurely raked her eyes over his form.

She hummed, seemingly satisfied.

"Y/n." He tried to mutter her name with as much detachment as possible.

Because he knew if he didn't, she would know exactly how much he missed her. Her voice when she talked to him and only him, how her eyes glittered when she found him blushing to one of her teasing remarks, how she boldly said the nastiest and filthiest things and made him wonder how she would sound like when he was deep–

No. He could not go to those moments now, he could not think of those thoughts now, because if he did, she would see how much he fucking. Missed. Her.

He had come to terms with his feelings a long time ago, knowing if he kept pushing them away, he would inevitably be hit by more feelings than he could handle all at the same time. So he had known in the budding stages of his love for her how much he truly desired her.

Lucien swallowed and decided to take a single step into the room and then another. Her eyes sparkled with happiness.

"How are you doing today Lucien?" She mumbled as he neared the desk.

"I'm good. How about you?"

"I'm perfect."

He knew she was. She was perfect and someone like him didn't deserve her.

He nodded. "Where is Rhysand?"

"Come on, you never ask me about myself these days. What's gotten into you?" She leaned back, her lower lip jutting out.

And all he could think about was how he wanted to bite–

"He is somewhere. Hopefully not dying. He told me a few moments before you arrived to retrieve the reports from you and that he'll be here soon enough."

He groaned inwardly. Everything was going just great. His mind and heart weren't helping much either.

"Are you staying for tonight?"

He was caught off guard by the sudden change in the conversation. "No."

Her brows furrowed and she lowered her legs. "Why not?"

"I don't know... I don't want to intrude–"

"Bullshit. You will not be intruding. We want you here."

He smiled sadly. "Do you though? Never felt that way."

Dammit. He was saying things that were supposed to be buried in his heart.

Y/n blinked. "What do you mean? When have I ever given you the impression–"

"Not you–"

But before anyone could speak another word, footsteps sounded nearby, followed by Rhysand's scent before he walked in.

"Oh hello Lucien. I hope you have the reports I asked for?"

Lucien nodded, relieved. "Yes. I have them."

"Good. Can you please move Y/n?"

She stood from Rhys's chair without ever breaking eye contact with Lucien.

"Hey Rhys, did you know that Lucien was planning on leaving after your meeting?"

Rhysand looked up at her, confused before he turned to Lucien. "Why is that Lucien? You should stay for dinner."

As soon as he said those words, he went back to rummaging in his desk drawer.

Lucien wanted to laugh. He was no kid. He knew Y/n had convinced Rhysand to say that.

He wasn't wanted here, no one except maybe Feyre and Y/n trusted or liked him. He wouldn't stay somewhere he wasn't wanted for more than necessary.

He felt a scratch on his mental walls, and he glanced at Y/n to find her staring intently at him. He opened a small window for her.

Yes?

I want you to stay. Please.

Are you sure? Lucien was still skeptical. Because if he stayed, he'll have to stand in a corner and watch the others have the time of their lives like a stranger gazing in from the window. Not to mention everyone might be uncomfortable and probably start pitying him because no one would have bought a gift for him.

Please Lucien. Stay for me.

"Yes, Lucien. Let's start the meeting. Y/n, could you please–"

"Yes." She stared at lucien for a moment, her eyes swirling with something Lucien didn't dare name, before she left the room and slipped out of his mind.

During the whole meeting, he was distracted. Wondering if he should stay or not.

By the end of the meeting, he knew what he wanted.

So he decided to stay.

Of course he did.

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Y/n's pov.

Saying she was excited would be an understatement. But at the moment, no better word came to mind as all that occupied the space in her head was him.

He had looked so good today. But he always looked that way.

Today it all felt different. She had come to terms a long time ago that what she felt for him was no matter of jest, and that she really did have feelings for him.

She didn't know why, but she'd had felt this strange pull towards him today when he first walked through the door of Rhys's office.

She continued to eye him from the corner of her eyes, her resolve hardening.

They were all seated around on the couches in the living room of the river house, talking and laughing and drinking while Lucien and Y/n sat near the window on the little loveseat. Lucien simply drank his wine and stared into the glass most of the time.

Everyone had been shocked when Lucien came in through the door and took a seat next to Y/n, Cassian and Rhys nodding to him once before turning back to their partners to continue their conversation. Feyre had just smiled and said hello to Lucien before digging into her meal.

And then during the whole dinner, everyone had ignored him, consciously or not, to make him think he wasn't welcome or not, she didn't know. Azriel, Amren and Mor even glaring or sneering at him when he wasn't looking. It pissed Y/n off so much she was ready to tear their heads off.

But there was one good thing that came out of them ignoring him. She had him all to herself for the night, and so far, she had succeeded in making him blush throughout the whole evening.

The whole time, she asked him about random things or flirted with him, but she was genuinely curious about his opinion on political and other matters. Talking to him was truly enlightening. He was a smart and intelligent guy.

Now as they sat nearby the windows, she came to a decision.

"Hey Lucien." She waited for him to look at her before continuing to practically whisper directly into his ear. "I have to show you something. Would you like to come with me?"

"Um... okay. Lead the way." He stood along with her and she led him towards the door to the foyer. But before they could leave, Rhys's voice interrupted them.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to show him something." She answered honestly.

"Go after the presents have been opened. Come sit, we were just about to open them."

Y/n glanced at Lucien, who shrugged and stepped back into the room towards the seat they had occupied for hours. She decided to keep standing.

Everyone began opening their gifts one by one, and she could feel Lucien's discomfort coming off him in waves with each moment that passed.

Finally, everyone had opened their presents, and they turned to look at Y/n expectantly. She was the only one who hadn't opened her presents yet.

Rhysand piled all her presents near her neatly, but then the inner circle noticed that there was still a pile of presents apart from Y/n's nearby, and Cassian, being the busybody he was, stood to inspect.

"Who's are these?" He stepped closer and closer before Y/n interrupted him. He turned to look at her.

"Those are Lucien's."

Everything became silent as they stared at her.

She simply smiled and winnowed all the presents, hers and his, away to her room.

"I'll open my presents later. For now that you all have finished opening your gifts, I'll take my leave. I still do have to show him that thing." She smiled at Lucien, who gaped at her, his eyes wide.

She motioned at him to follow, and he did, after staring at her for a moment.

"Good night everyone. Happy solstice." She threw over her shoulder, already beginning to ascend the stairs before Lucien had even left the room.

He followed behind, quiet.

The two of them had just entered her room, the door closing behind him with a soft click before he caught her wrist in his hand, tugging lightly but firmly.

She glanced back, her skirts swishing around her legs as she stared up at the beautiful male. She was wearing a simple golden and white dress, which was mostly held by a ribbon on her back which was tied off in an elaborate bow.

She raised her brows, and his golden eye glanced behind her while his russet eye stayed on her. She knew what had caught his attention. The piles of gifts she had dropped near her window.

"What– whose..."

She grinned softly and shrugged, letting his hand stay where it was on her wrist and tugging him towards window. "All yours. Open them."

"Are they all from you?"

She shrugged again as the two of them settled on the floor and he pulled a small gift towards him, examining him. "Yes."

"Why? Is it because I don't– because I would get uncomfortable? You do know that was not the reason I didn't want to stay–"

"I do. And trust me when i say that I didn't get them for that reason. I... I've been collecting these gifts for you since after a month of meeting you. Never had the courage to give them to you. What better time to gift them than solstice?"

"Why..." His voice sounded choked off, and his eyes were filled with emotion. She put a gentle hand on his arm, smiling softly.

"Because, despite what you believe Lucien, not everyone hates you. I don't hate you. I like you, very much so." Then, in a quieter voice, she added. "I love you."

He swallowed harshly, looking at a loss for words. "I... you should use that word carefully. You shouldn't be throwing it around like its nothing."

She searched his eyes– or eye. "Why is that so hard to believe Lucien? That someone might love you?"

He looked away, his fingers fidgeting with the box in his hands. "It just is."

She stared at him a moment longer, knowing what she was about to do would be reckless. But she didn't care.

Not as she crashed her lips against his.

Not as she heard and felt his breath hitch, as she felt his lashes closing and tickling her cheeks slightly, as he slowly kissed her back.

She didn't care that this was reckless as his hands travelled to her neck and waist, pulling her into his lap, and she went happily.

Despite being the one who begun this kiss, she immediately felt nervous. What if she had pushed herself onto him and he didn't want to kiss her?

So she pulled away just as quickly, and he looked at her with his brows furrowed.

"Is everything alright?"

"Um... I should have asked–"

"Oh shut it." He mumbled before tugging her closer and kissing her again.

It felt like they kissed for a whole eternity, and she wanted to keep going, but the two of them needed air, ribbons needed to be unwound and the presents needed to be opened.

So she reluctantly pulled away, smiling.

"We need to open the presents." She reminded him, and he blinked as if he had forgotten.

"You want me to open them now?"

"Yes. After that, you can have me as your present too." She winked at him as his face reddened. She was about to climb off his lap, but he held her back.

"Stay there love." He whispered huskily in her ear as he began opening the presents.

She didn't move, more than happy to stay where she was.

He opened the presents with feral urgency, ripping the papers away and looking at what was inside. And despite the beastly way in which he opened them, his face was soft, as if he was shocked by each one that he opened. She put months of thoughts into them, getting the stuff that would mean the most to him.

After he was done, he shoved his hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a sleek and slender box.

He simply handed it to her, jerking his chin at it. She opened it tenderly, gasping when she saw the necklace.

It was a simple one, with a simple thin chain and a teardrop pendant the size of her thumb's nail encased in a silver frame. It looked ordinary, but she knew it was no ordinary jewellery.

It was a magical one.

A few months ago, she had forced Lucien to come shopping with her, and they had gone into a shop of enchanted items. There, she had spied a pair of necklaces, which were said to be connected to each other. All you had to do was blow a little bit of your magic, no matter how insignificant, into the pendant and give it to your partner, and the pendant would turn red whenever you were in danger, alerting your partner.

She had wanted to get it, but she didn't have anyone to wear it with. So she had dragged Lucien away.

Now as she sat staring at the same necklace, she wondered if he had the other one. Sure enough, when she glanced at him, he pulled away the lapels of his tunic to show her the pendant that rested on the carved planes of his chest.

She laughed and tackled him into a hug before demanding that he put the necklace on her. He did, grinning as he clasped the necklace on her neck. He place a suggestive kiss on the back of her neck, reminding her of what she'd promised.

And Y/n always kept her promises.

"Umm... Y/n? Before we do anything, I just wanted to tell you that... I– I never..."

She cocked her head. "You never what Lucien?"

He glanced at her bed, and she realised.

"You've never slept with anyone?" She asked incredulously, the corners of her lips lifting.

"Don't laugh." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes.

"I'm not laughing, I just can't believe no one has ever lured you into their beds yet."

"You say that like it's a good thing."

"It is."

"It is?" He finally met her eyes.

"Because now I get to have you all to myself. I'll ruin everyone else for you." She swore.

And, as said before, she kept her promises.

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Y/n blinked her eyes open, finding herself cuddled into a warm body, her head resting on someone's chest.

Lucien.

He was already awake, moving his fingers through her hair. She smiled sleepily up at him, earning a chuckle in response. She felt the butterflies in their stomach flutter their wings.

Her body was running on only two hours of sleep, having stayed awake with him, but it was all so worth it.

"I should probably get going." He murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

"Why?"

"Rhysand will have my ass if he finds me in your bed."

"He can go to hell." She said, turning onto her back.

He laughed quietly. He turned onto his side so he was facing her, gently flicking her nose. "That would make you a bad sister."

"I don't care." She mumbled.

He grinned. "That's sad."

"Let's not talk about him now. Tell me, did you have fun last night?" She asked wickedly.

Instantly, a blush stole over his cheeks. She eyed his chest, the golden skin stretching deliciously over his taut muscles.

"You know–" She began, lifting her eyes back to his, but then paused. As soon as their eyes met, a resounding snap echoed through her being.

She stared and stared at this amazing male, who she never thought she would deserve, now connected to her eternally with a golden string. He stared right back, a flurry of emotions swirling through his eye. Shock, happiness, wonder, awe, lust and what not.

She tried to lightly tug on the golden string, trying to gauge his reaction.

He gasped, his hand flying to his chest. His eyes lit up with an inner fire, boring into hers, which were slowly filling with tears.

"Mate. You– you're my mate..." She whispered, not daring to speak louder as if it would shatter this beautiful moment.

His lips slowly lifted, a crease appearing in his cheek. "Mate."

But of course, her brother loved to interrupt her any chance he got, and he chose exactly that moment to slam her bedroom door open.

Lucien was quick, throwing the blanket by their waists over her body.

Rhysand froze, staring at Lucien and then Y/n. Whatever was visible of her anyway.

Y/n smiled sheepishly, trying to find a way to calm Rhysand before he erupted in rage. "Hi Rhysie–"

"What's he doing here?" He asked coldly. Y/n sighed.

"That's none of your business."

"It is when I find my little sister in bed with someone like–"

She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? What do you mean?"

He released a breath, rubbing his eyes. "Look Y/n... first of all, Lucien, would you mind leaving us–"

"He's not going anywhere." She grasped Lucien's hand, almost all of his fingers covered in rings, just that simple touch shooting desire up her spine. The recently discovered mating bond made it no easier.

Rhys clenched his jaw. "Look sister–"

"Okay, imagine this Rhysie, I come into your room one day, and tell Feyre to leave the room so I can talk to you. Would you let her leave?" She wanted this conversation done with. The faster Rhys left the room, the quicker she'd be able to get to her mate and the desire itching at her skin.

"That's different. She's my mate–"

"And he's mine."

The silence was deafening, and no one made an atrempt to break it. She glanced at Lucien, who had a smug smile filled with pride on his face as he gazed at her.

Finally, Rhys spoke. "We need to talk."

"Later." She could already smell Lucien's intoxicating arousal.

Her brother looked incredibly uncomfortable. "I–then I guess I'll leave?"

"Please." She glared at him, and he practically sprinted out the door.

When she glanced at Lucien, he murmured, "That was hot."

She giggled, tugging him forward by his hand that she was still clasping. He complied, leaning into her and kissing her slowly and deeply.

They only pulled back when it was almost impossible to keep going without breathing and he grinned devilishly. And cauldron if that didn't have her insides in a mess.

"Ready for round two?"

She was.

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General taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless

[tmntxthings]

Could we please have some head cannons with the rise boys reactions to their best friend/crush laughing and giggling on the phone like a maniac?

Who would be the most jealous and how would they go about it?

Also, i love your work sm. 💜💜💜💜

Jealous Headcanons

author’s note: thank you, hope you enjoy this one as well, sorry for the wait c:

warnings: none to note, unedited

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Mikey wouldn’t be jealous, though he’d definitely get nosy and ask, “What’s so funny angel??” He’d have a grin on his face just from your laughter. Because duh even if it’s not due to his jokes he likes to see you happy! Dare I even say he would be the least jealous of all his brothers? I think Mikey would instantly be trying to befriend all of your friends just so everyone could hang out together! Though if you ignore his question and just keep on laughing he may get a little butt-hurt. Expect him to start getting closer, and closer to wherever you’re lounging. His eyes twitching with a bit of mania in his grin now, “C’monnn I wanna know too!!” If you’re still keeping quiet and ignoring him then maybe you should get ready for him to jump you completely. In your lap, wanting recognition, “Hellooo I know you hear me!!! Is this a prank?? Am I being recorded???”

Raph is honestly just happy you’re here. The worst you can do to this turtle is be gone too long from his side. Remember he isn’t too keen on being alone. I think he would be like Mikey in that your laughter is infectious and he’d probably be grinning to himself despite not knowing why you’re even laughing. If the phone call goes on forever though he may get a little jealous that you’re here with him yet not really paying much attention. He’ll go grab one of his stuffed teddies for comfort. All the while giving you looks of longing. His snaggle-tooth digging into his lower lip because he doesn’t really want to interrupt your call. But his body language is begging the person on the other end of the call to hang up already!!

Donnie would play off his jealousy with annoyance. You were over in his lab and the incessant giggles were becoming a distraction. He’d huff and throw glares your way, trying to catch your gaze so you would maybe feel a tad guilty for being so obnoxious in his presence! Who was making you laugh so hard anyway?? And he thought he was the funny one! He’d start grumbling and mumbling to himself that maybe you should just go over to this person’s cool lab and listen to all their jokes in person! He’d sulk once you were off the phone, completely denying any form of the word jealousy. “Jealous?! Hah! That’s preposterous does he have a fully decked out turtle tank? Or a genius-built lab? OR-“ the list would go on and on until you sedated him with cuddles and compliments.

Leo would be the most jealous. Why? Because he thinks he’s funnier. Plain and simple. Laughing at even his brothers makes him twinge with a bit of jealousy. So you can just imagine his heated stare from above his Jupiter Jim comic when you answer a phone call from “just a friend” and its been over ten minutes with nonstop laughter. He loves his comics but this one may be a bit crinkled due to his own strength getting the best of him. When your phone call is over he doesn’t know whether to ignore you purposely out of spite, or try to get you to laugh even harder at his own jokes to rebuild his pride. If you told him whatever joke had made you laugh so hard, he’d deny it was funny at all. “That’s funny to you??” He’d sneer. “If you say so!” Leo is p-e- to the t-t-y!

[rottenpumpkin13]

Feeding off the last Genesis tumblr ask: how does he feel about the fanfiction if he gets to it? Sephgen and otherwise- how does he feel about the way people interpret his character and his relationships?

Genesis either detests anything that misrepresents who he is as a person and puts him in situations he would never place himself in, OR he's lounging after a long day with a glass of wine in one hand (and the E-reader no one can know he owns because he vocally despises them), amused by the fan works people write about him—after all, what's a greater display of adoration than dedicating entire stories to him?

• The funnest reads are reader inserts where he can place himself in the mind of someone else who's in love with him.

• Sephgen fics are tied as a close second, because there's so many of them and he enjoys reading the dirty situations their fans place them in. + he can get a glimpse of what it would be like. Doing the deed with Sephiroth, as if his overactive imagination hasn't created that scene more than once.

• He and Angeal have drunkenly read Gengeal fics together before and they die laughing each time.

• ASGZC fics are his guilty pleasure. What's more entertaining than reading a fanfiction where you and your best friends are one big polycule? Although he has been known to get too into a story and get fiction and reality confused.

Sephiroth: Good morning.

Genesis: Good morning? That's it? No kiss, no loving embrace? Are we in the midst of a lover's quarrel?

Sephiroth: When have I ever kissed you good morning?

Genesis: You did so in chapter 4 of Eternal Embrace.

Sephiroth: Chapter 4 of what?

*Genesis pulls out his phone and shows him the fic*

Sephiroth:

Genesis:

Sephiroth:

Genesis: Are you curious to know more about it?

Sephiroth: I'm curious to know what you're reading that has Breeding, Electrocution and Marriage as the first three tags.

[sunflower-author]

Hello 😁🤚🏻

I hope you are in good health and have a full spirit 💖

I'm having trouble getting in a writing mood and reading others story always make me happy. I've never really sent request before so this would be my frist, I hope it's not much trouble, and if you can't find inspiration for it, I'll understand if you can't or don't want to do it.

I was hoping you could write a yandere assassination classroom, the entire class of 3-E or just a few like Karma, Nagisa, Itona (anyone really) with a reader that couldn't care less about their yandere nature, and someone blurts out (do to feeling guilty) that they have been stalking them home and had taking some of their stuff (the class thinking reader will get mad) but reader just shrugged and say they already knew and that they need to work on their stalking because she figured them out on day 2. Gender doesn't matter, but if you do gender fluid that be nice if not anything else is good.

If you don't wish to write it, please say no◇

Please have a good day/night. ♡

SO SORRY!! This took much longer than I anticipated for!!

I really hope you like it!! If not please lmk on things I can fix!!!

Also, somehow this was a bit rushed too sorry!

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"Hey Ritsu, are you connected?" Tomohito asks, sitting down at a desk beside her.

"Yes, the girls put the cameras in, there are no blind spots," Ritsu answers.

"Wait, no blind spots? Wouldn't that be... I don't know..." Kaede says worried.

"The cameras are only in their living room, we didn't put any cameras in anything else if that was what you were thinking," Tomohito says reassuring Kaede.

"Well we did put some listening devices, in some of the plushies we gave them, isn't that right? Itona?" Rio asks, putting an arm around him. 

"Making them was a bit tricky, but it was a lot easier to make than the cameras," Itona says, playing with his remote car.

"You guys are seriously trying too hard," Karma says, in a mocking tone having his dumb smirk, plastered on his face.

"Really now? and what do you suggest we do differently?" Ryoma asks, clearly annoyed.

"You all a bunch of babies, if you really loved Y/N you'll skip this boring stalking thing, and just take things into your own hands," Karma says, with a statistic smile.

"If we were to do that Y/N would hate us forever," Nagisa counters back.

"Really?, Because I think that if we keep them long enough, they will eventually fall for us, I mean humans are social creatures, needing contact in order to survive, with us being their only contact they will eventually fall for us, right?" Karma says explaining.

"Even if that were to happen, if we keep them isolated they might break, losing themselves then loving us, I don't want that to happen," Nagisa says seriously, looking up at Karma.

"A small price that might be paid," Karma says, shrugging "But if it were just me, they wouldn't break, but now that I am sharing the chances would be higher," he says as if the class were all just a nuisance.

"Guys! Shut Up! Y/N just walked into the building!" Hinata says, panting a bit as she just ran into the room.

With that, the room goes silent...

Until...

"Takuya I'm sorry, but I'm busy after school today how about tomorrow?" you say walking in the room. All eyes are on you, ".....Um.. Hey guys?" you say unsurely. 

The tension in the room faded, and they all started talking like nothing happened. It was a bit scary how the mood can change like a flip of a switch. 

"Hey Y/N! What were you talking about with Takuya?" Manami asks, in her usual timid voice.

"Oh just if I was able to hand out at the ramen place later on today, but I'm hanging out with Rinka and Ryunosuke later," you say casually.

"Heh, sorry Takuya but there are already three of us, maybe next time we'll invite you," Rinka says teasingly.

"Hey Y/N,  do you wanna come with me to the teacher's lounge? Korosensei just came back from Germany yesterday," Kaede asks, popping her head out the door. "Sounds fun and good, I'm in," you say excitedly, as you head out the door.

Takuya waits for your footsteps to become gone before saying "You just want more pictures of Y/N that's the only reason you and Ryunosuke, are taking them out," clearly annoyed.

"Oh whatever, you always like looking at the pictures in the end, just like everyone else," Ryunosuke says rolling his eyes.

"I.. just make sure they're good," Takuya says embarrassed.

"Your talking to the best snippers in class 3-E, we always have good visuals on our target," Rinka says, hearing the pride in her voice.

"I thought you guys said that Rinka and Ryunosuke stopped taking pictures of Y/N?" Manami asks worried.

"I... well... it's complicated," Hiroto says, trying to explain it to her, as he was the one who told Manami that they stopped taking pictures of Y/N.

"He obviously lied to you," Karma says blankly. "Your too empathic, we needed you to stop worrying over Y/N, knowing that you would break, telling them everything... well ruining everything for all of us," Karma says explaining.

"I admit that I'm not the best actor, but you guys didn't have to lie about Y/N, I care about them, just as much as any of you guys, I even made the drugs you asked for," Manami says, as he holds up a bag of different bottles.

"Wait... what drugs?" Nagisa asks, confused and curious.

"You know the the drugs, I made my own chloroform, something that calms the mind, something that weakens muscles, and lastly something that can make them sleepy," Manami says explaining.

"We didn't... Karma!" Nagisa says, angry by the thought Karma would do such a thing.

"So what if I was, I promise I won't do it alright, especially now that you know," Karma says as he puts his hands up.

"Hey guys! We're back," Kaede says, walking through the door. Signaling to everyone that you are nearby, it became a habit sometimes when they talk they become so engaged in the conversation, that they lose track of anything else, including your presence.

"Ah Y/N, just the person I wanted to see," Karma says, with a sweet smile. You know something is up when he smiles like that, just when does he normally smile sweetly?

"Karma... what do you want?" You ask hesitantly, staying cautious. 

"You know, we barely spend time with each other, most of the time you just hang out with everyone else... it seems like your avoiding me," he says hurt, clearly acting.

"Karma you know that's not true, everyone just makes plans with me every single second of the day, you know this, so what's your point?" you ask, wondering what he is trying to say.

"It's just that...don't you think it's a bit odd... that every day you have someone that wants to hang out with you, it's a bit abnormal behavior? Ever noticed how everyone treats you slightly differently? Or the fact that they know small details about you, that you've never shared before? Do you wonder why is that?" Karma says still smiling, but with a mischievous face.

"Karma..." Nagisa says, with a dark look, warning Karma.

"You messed up my plan, I'm just returning the favor," Karma says looking at Nagisa, then turns to you.

"Well, don't you?" Karma says in a smug tone.

"... I wonder why, on my first day of school, Rinka and Ryunosuke were following me home, I wonder why Kotaro somehow knows when I'm going to mess up on things, I wonder why Nagisa has a whole notebook dedicated to me, and lastly I wonder why you act so innocent when you are the worst one out of everyone, do seriously think I don't know that you hurt people that I talk to that is not in this class? And a whole lot more things of you and the rest of the class," You say, calm and collected.

"You knew this whole time?..." Nagisa asks with wide eyes.

"Anyone would have been able to see and know what you all were planning," You say turning to look back at him. (Any normal person would be oblivious to it all)

"Heh, I knew I couldn't fall in love with just any normal person, turns out you truly are unique," Karma says proud that you were conscious of what they were doing.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Short Shorts (And Cold Beer)

2500 words of Rolan x OFC smut, inspired by @orangekittyenergy's WONDERFUL 80s camp counsellor Rolan drawing. Go and look at it RIGHT NOW, because you need to have those short shorts in mind when you read this fic ;)

tags: half-orc OFC, camp counsellor AU, spanking, oral, sub Rolan. E rated below the cut!

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Lennie had been paired with Rolan all day, and she was about ready to flip. She’d spotted him on day one, all endless leg in his tiny camp shorts, and wondered if maybe this would be the summer she’d finally have a fling. Who even knew if she’d be back next year, after she finished at Waterdeep U? She’d probably have a real job by then, and have to say goodbye to this place that she’d gotten such fond memories of. 

Even the first time he opened his mouth hadn’t put her off either. Sure, he sounded like every cocky Blackstaff student, drunk on the status of their historic institution - but she thought there was a charm to his slightly stilted Baldurian accent, and an interested, if brief, glance at her tusks. 

But after two weeks, she was at her limit. This boy did not stir except to do the absolute bare minimum required - except when the topic was magic. And then, instead of teaching the kids any, he’d spent the whole time showing off his own. Jerk.

She’d been tasked with getting the camp hall ready for when the kayaking crew came back, and since they were paired, that meant Rolan as well. He had definitely been told to do it too.

Mysterious, then, that she had been left rearranging all the tables and chairs ready for crafting, and Rolan hadn’t lifted a finger. Hadn’t, in fact, shown up at all.

She squeaked her muddied sneakers irritably off the floor, and headed for the staff room, where she was absolutely sure he would be. In any case, she needed the keys to the supply cupboard, and they were usually hanging around in there.

His tail tweaked a little when she walked in, fingers tensing on his book - and that’s how she fucking knew he felt guilty. And yet. He still didn’t look at her. 

Lennie’s jaw clenched, looking at him sprawled out like that. One long, barely-dressed leg on the floor, one on the back of the couch, resting on the cushion exactly where his long white sock ended, as if he wished to lounge like a portrait of scholarly decadence on purpose. And his hair was fucking perfect, as it always was, because every time a slightly too strenuous activity ruffled it, he stopped to tie it perfectly back up. Even if that meant ignoring a screaming kid’s bloody nose.

Enough. She marched forwards, tusks digging into her twinging skin, and yanked the book from Rolan’s hands.

‘What the Hells?’ he hissed, jerking upright. ‘What gives you the right to -‘

‘We’re meant to be setting out the craft tables!’

 Rolan grabbed for his book, but she was already expecting that. The air whipped beneath her quick fingers as she snatched it away.

‘I’ve had enough,’ she snapped.

‘Of what?’ Rolan fired back sarcastically. ‘Doing your job?’

‘It’s your job too, asshole.’

‘And? I’m here, aren’t I?’

‘You’re not doing anything!’

‘What do you mean? I broke up a fight this morning.’

‘By threatening to horsewhip them! That’s not appropriate and you know it!’

He shrugged, leaning back into the seat, though his eyes kept darting venomously to the book in her hand. ‘It worked, didn’t it?’

‘No, Rolan. He cried, and I had to talk his mom down on the phone for half an hour while she threatened to sue!’

‘Oh.’ To his minor credit, Rolan looked a teensy bit uncomfortable, his arms crossing defensively. ‘Well.’

Lennie waited, seeing him on the brink of an apology. Any moment now, she thought. She realized she was looming a little threateningly over him, and decided she didn’t care. It was having a slightly chastening effect, after all; plus, as he shrank into the cushions, his crop top was hitching up, showing even more of his pretty stomach. Not that she was staring. Although… when she looked back at him, she noticed he was staring too. Directly at her thighs. 

‘Oh, piss off!’ he snapped, coming back to life. ‘I’m only doing this job because - it doesn’t matter. You’re here for fun.’

And with that, he tried again for his book.

Still too fast for him. This was a stupid game, and she couldn’t believe she was playing it with another grown adult. A fucking Blackstaff student, of all things. 

He scowled at her. ‘Give that back. It belongs to my university library.’

Lennie scowled right back. She noticed the keys to the store room on the windowsill. 

‘Give me those, and come with me. We’re setting up this fucking crafting station.’

Rolan’s lip curled back in a grimace. ‘Or what?’

Their eyes met, and Lennie felt the spark of a challenge in his determined stare.

‘You know what?’ she muttered, throwing his precious Blackstaff book aside. ‘Someone ought to horsewhip you. Maybe that would fix your attitude problem.’

The hem of Rolan’s crop top rose and fell with a distinctly heavier breath than before. 

‘Are you’ - he paused, apparently for once in his life struggling for words - ‘…offering?’

He swallowed, and then squirmed slightly as she cast her eye over him. This was rather unexpected. But…

‘Well, I don’t have any whips on me. You’d have to make do with a spanking.’

Somehow, her words were laced with confidence, summoned from a reservoir deep inside. Or maybe it was just two weeks of simmering irritation, yearning to be expressed. Either way, Lennie bit her lip on the feeling that she was way out of her depth; but she got the feeling Rolan was too. A riot of puce red blush covered him from cheek to ear tip. 

‘I - yes - please -’

The staff cabin was a terrible place to do this. They could both be fired, if someone walked in - but he was pulling his legs up on the couch, and she was sitting down, and suddenly he was wriggling into her lap and she was yanking him further over, hands fastened on his bony hips. 

Fuck. His pert, shorts-clad ass tensed in her lap, cock throbbing rock-hard against her thigh. A nerdy Blackstaff wizard had no business having an ass this good.

She brushed her hand over it, and he whimpered.

‘Just to be clear,’ she ventured, ‘we’re both getting off on this?’

Rolan whimpered again, rubbing his face into the couch seat, one foot eagerly waving in the air.

‘Yes.’

‘Can I move your tail?’ She hesitated, unsure if it would be overstepping or not. 

Impatience whip-lashed through his voice. ‘Yes, gods-dammit!’

IHer hands were positively itching to spank him, but first, she took his tail in her firm grasp and hoisted it over her shoulder. The tip wrapped around her neck, down beneath her sweatshirt, and rubbed in nervous anticipation against her skin.

‘You know I’m on my school’s weightlifting squad?’ she murmured. ‘I can pack quite the punch.’

‘I. Don’t. Care,’ he groaned. ‘Spank me!’

She took a deep, irritated breath, and smacked him.  

Rolan shouted so loud with just the first kiss of her hand, she feared he might have come already; but as the whimpers subsided, he writhed in her lap, bucking his ass up suggestively toward her.

‘You’re strong,’ he muttered. ‘I still don’t know why you need my help. This camp runs itself just fine without - ahhhhh!’

One more slap shut him right up. Lennie felt her bargaining chip, twitching pathetically against her thigh, and ran her fingers along his skin; just up beneath the hem of his shorts. 

‘If you want any more spankings, you’re going to fucking work when you’re on duty with me. Understood?’

Rolan’s tail shuddered, his cock twitching again. 

‘Fine.’

Slap. His ass bounced beneath her hand, the sound muffled by the fabric.

‘You mean yes. And sorry.’

A low growl emerged, but no sorry. She waited a moment, hand raised, sure that if she just withheld it long enough -

‘Fine!’ he hissed. ‘Yes!’

Slap. The whimpers escalated to a moan, his hips grinding into her lap. 

‘Please!’

Lennie’s lips pursed around her tusks. Was he just incapable of apologising? 

Abruptly, she reached out for his perfect, stupid bun, with all its neat little twists, and pulled it. 

‘Fuck!’ 

Rolan jerked in her lap, writhing like a caught fish from the camp lake, but she was not letting go. Not when she was this close to a prize catch. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

‘Say sorry. Now.’

‘Sorry!’ he gasped, and then again as she smacked him, the tension in her muscles working itself thrillingly loose. ‘Sorry - sorry - I’m sorry -’

She smacked him faster, watching his legs kick and his back writhe, his sinuous ridged spine flex as he ground into her, begging for more, gasping and pleading for her to hit him harder, harder, please harder - 

It just wasn’t quite enough - even as she rolled her hips and felt her core flood with filthy heat, hungry to hear his once-cocky mouth moan again.

‘Rolan?’ 

Her voice came out much breathier than she expected it to, and she felt his tail tighten round her in response.

‘Yes?’ 

‘Can I pull your shorts down?’

‘Oh,’ he groaned. ‘Thank the Gods - I thought you’d never ask -’

As she jerked them down, slipping her hand beneath to carefully free his cock from the layers of fabric, she felt a rush of nerves. If someone came in, found her stroking and spanking his beautiful bare ass like this…

But his cock throbbed so hot, and the tip so wet, against the skin of her thigh, that she couldn’t help it. There was no point quitting now. She pulled his shorts down to just below his ass, reveling in how slutty he looked. They bunched at the top of his thighs, underlining the swell of his full cheeks.

‘Fuck,’ she muttered, pressing her hips into him again, gripping his ass tight. His skin was soft and hot, a satisfying handful in her broad grasp. The crack of his ass beckoned her, and she thought for a moment of asking if she could touch him there too. Somehow, she thought he’d love a finger or two up there, teasing him - but she really did not want to be caught with her fingers up his ass. Like this would be bad enough.

Rolan squirmed impatiently, and whined. If he made a single more noise - she thought she might soak all the way through her clothes -

She brought her hand down as hard as she possibly could. Rolan’s skin rippled, the slap resounding throughout the room, and she didn’t even wait for him to beg for more before she did it again, and again, and again, determined to make his ass as red-hot as his face; but as she spanked him he writhed and shouted and rubbed on her until abruptly, with only the fifth, rough blow to his bare ass she heard him scream.

His ass clenched, thrusting into her lap, and suddenly the inside of her thighs were hot and wet - hotter and wetter than before, even - and his cock twitched out the last of its thick erection against her. 

‘Oh. Gods.’

‘Oh - Gods -’ Rolan repeated after her, sounding much more panic-stricken. ‘I’m sorry - I did not mean to -’

He unhooked his claws from the couch and Lennie thought she was about to see stars with lust. The claw marks - he’d ripped all down the couch’s worn cover, exposing the cushion beneath. And as he raised his head and quickly wriggled off her lap, pulling his shorts back up, she saw a second wet patch, where his mouth had been pressed down into the seat - though he tried to hide it with his hand.

‘Shit,’ she murmured. ‘I should clean this up -’

‘Let me,’ he gasped, and she nodded. He probably had some spell -

‘Oh, fuck.’

He didn’t mean with a spell. 

Rolan slipped down, onto his knees in front of her, licking his come off her thighs. Lightning skittered up her skin; her muscles clenched, and she had to consciously relax to enjoy the soft velvet of his tongue.

She spread her legs, as he kissed a little further up - further up again - and then as he pressed a kiss to the seam of her shorts, right over her clit, she groaned and tangled her fingers in his hair. 

‘I’m going to take them off…?’ 

‘Yes,’ he murmured, nose rubbing into her. ‘Yes!’

She wiggled out of them, trying not to kick him - hard, when he seemed to determined not to move from the floor in front of her. But finally they were off, and she felt a flicker of embarrassment, one that made her eyes twitch shut. Humans could be weird enough about the amount of body hair half-orcs had, but tieflings had none at all. What if Rolan hated it? 

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes again, and an ache spread through her at the sight of him.

Rolan was looking at her bush with open lips, drool pooling in the corner; he broke his gaze only long enough for his glassy eyes to flick up to hers, wider than she’d ever seen them before. She felt suddenly like she’d misjudged him - not that it mattered now, she could figure him out later -

One moment more, and he was nose-deep in her folds, fingers spreading her, licking her and stroking her and drinking her in, as if she were a deliciously cold beer on a hot summer’s day. Gods, Lennie thought, leaning back - imagine if she was drinking a beer right now - fuck - no, she decided, it wouldn’t matter anyway, because could anything be better than this? Being eaten out by the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen, whose ass must still be glowing from her hand? In the staff room at camp?

She realized, though a haze of blissful heat, that her foot was digging into his back. All the mud on her shoes was definitely going to leave a mark, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Instead, she grabbed his hair and dug her heel in harder, rewarded with the prettiest sound yet. Gasps and whimpers rippled through her folds, and as Rolan’s hands gripped her thighs and his tongue pressed into her clit she felt herself approach the edge, skin pulsing with the rhythm of his strokes.

Wet and hot and tender and urgent and -

Oh Gods -

‘Oh GODS! Rolan! - ahhhhhhhhh!’

Her body snapped in on itself like a spring, then arched back, her thoughts all blown away by pleasure. It took several moments before she felt conscious again, her fingers gently unwinding from Rolan’s very disheveled hair. 

His thigh brushed up against hers, as they sat there awkwardly on the couch next to each other. 

‘Can I - ’ he started awkwardly, and stopped. She could feel the heavy, nervous breaths in his ribs, pressing against the side of hers. ‘Kiss you?’ he finished.

Pulling him close, she thrust her mouth against his, skipping an answer entirely in favor of their lips clashing and tongues fumbling between tusks and fangs. As imperfect as their kiss was, it was wonderful. Lennie cradled his chin, and Rolan’s thumb stroked her cheek, and it was only with great reluctance that she pulled away. 

‘We have work to do. You promised, remember?’

His golden eyes fixed on her, still looking a little dazed.

‘I might need… regular spankings. To remind me of it.’

‘Well,’ she murmured, licking her tusk teasingly. ‘We have all summer.’

[the-snake-and-the-statue]

Lata wakes up to latte already awake, she walks back over when she hears Lata’s awake. Lata stands up and hugs her, kissing her on the cheek. morning.. latte nods, holding her close. Where's mallow? That was a good question. Latte looks around and finds no mallow in sight. “I don’t know, we should probably look for her..I can look for her if yo-” no let's both look for her, you want to see him…right. latte pauses for a moment before she nods. “yeah, yeah I do.” latte takes her out of the lounge and into the large halls of the castle, down the stairs to the bottom floor. She still feels so guilty for leaving like that, maybe she should make that up to her. After all it wasn't her fault to begin with really. As they walk down the winding halls, Lata leans on her shoulder. Down the stairs to the bottom floor, through the winding halls, and out to the courtyard. They stop in front of the statue, staring up at the sky with that big smile she rarely saw from him. She stares at him, at the man he once was and the man he has become. It makes her feel even worse for missing it, but as much as she wishes she could go back, she can’t. It's silent for a long time, latte lost in thought and Lata listening out for mallow, who is still asleep at his feet. Would you like to read his journal he gave to me in his will? It’s enough to snap her out of thought. “I don't know I-” I need someone to translate it for me, and it only feels right for you to do that. “are you sure?” of course I'm sure.

It goes back to silence. That at least reassured her that Lata wasn’t mad at her at the very least. She still has the ring box in her pocket, she didn't want to put it away for another time…Maybe now is a good time for that…The sun is shining, they’re in a special place with just the two of them…It would be perfect…“Would you like to know why I didn’t get the letter that morning..?” Lata’s head perks up a bit. “I was scheduled to pick something up that morning, and I got too excited to wait.” she takes the ring box out of her pocket and places it in her hands. Lata takes the box and feels it, the outside is smooth. She tilts her head, confused, when latte places her hands on hers and opens the box with her. Lata reaches her hand inside the tiny box and touches the cold metal of the ring. She then pauses at the braille written on the top; ’m y l o v e.’ Latte takes both of her hands again. “It was really poor timing, I know. I still feel like it's poor timing, but-” she takes a short breath.

“Will you marry me?”

Lata’s heart was already racing, the answer was obvious though.

Yes, of course! Always yes!

she wraps her arms around her in a big hug. Mallow perks up and walks over towards the two of their voices, she brushes up against their legs with a small mew. Lata picks her up and goes back to hugging her fiancé.

*He would have been very, very happy to see this.*

[dr-albertwesker]

@mould-girl

She'd be panicking

Wesker regards the panicking child from across the corridor. He is sitting upon a black leather couch in the one of the many staff lounges throughout NEST taking a long drag off a cigarette, a guilty pleasure of his. The doctor is enjoying a brief moment of leisure before returning to his projects. The child's distress continues to distract him try as he may to ignore her. Why did they leave her unattended in the hallway?

"E-001. Eve. My, my, the Connections must be totally immeshed in the upper brass. How ever did they develop a bio-weapon in the guise of a child without intervention from the Biological Weapons Convention?"

Pity is not what he felt even though he personally disapproved of the project. He must silence E-001 somehow because the child is ruining his break. Exhaling a hazy stream of smoke, Wesker stands and strides slowly toward the child while digging into his lab coat pocket for something that crinkles when grazed. Eventually, he plucks out a Green Herb candy encased in a clear wrapper with the Umbrella logo on it. He hands the mint to the child.

"Calm down."

[autobot2001]

Drift's Guilt

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Feeling guilty about yelling at Jamie, Drfit gets a treat for her. Continued from day 17.

Day 20; @augustofwhump: guilt @augusnippets - path of comfort: favorite treat

Drift struggles to concentrate on the project. He feels guilty for yelling at Jamie. He'd feel bad yelling at anyone, but knowing what Jamie deals with and how she doesn't feel safe talking to even her friends, and he yelled at her while she wanted to ask him to make soup adds to the guilt. Even while distracted, the project is complete at the end of his shift.

Drift: I'm going to be late for dinner. Don't wait for me. Crosshairs: ok. Crosshairs doesn't point out his concern to Drift. While Jamie seems to have forgiven Drift, he worries that she'll think Drift ditched her and Crosshairs. It's not his fault. Crosshairs thinks. It's the scrap she deals with. Without that scrap, this would be a simple mistake and I wouldn't be worried about what Jamie is thinking. The terror twins and Lightning meet Crosshairs and Lightning by the cafeteria. Crosshairs tells them Drift will be late and nothing else. Lightning sits with Jamie while the three mechs make dinners.

Drift rushes into the cafeteria as the three mechs bring out dinner. He's happy to see Jamie smiling at him, but he desires solitude with Jamie tonight.

Jamie doesn't question why she and Drift go to the shared bedroom while their friends watch TV in the lounge room. Jamie remains alone for ten minutes. She knows Drift is making tea, but she didn't think he had cookies from Panera Bread. "I'm sorry," Drift says as he sits beside Jamie. "Don't be." Jamie leans on him. Drift isn't sure if this is forgiveness or Jamie being used to being yelled at and tricked into thinking it's her fault. He will not ask her, worried that it won't end well. The two enjoy the night together.

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 18 - Humiliation

Today's prompt: Humiliation

Dear anon who requested this: I tried. I have never written Humiliation before, and I fear I veered more into 'dirty talk' more than anything. I hope this titillates you regardless.

If Only They Knew - 1,958 Rating: E Content: Humiliation; Dirty talk; Rimming; Oral Sex; Guilty Obi-Wan; Mild exhbitionism kink (more like 'what if we get caught' kink)

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Anakin lounged on the tasseled cushions of the plush chair, legs spread and and shoulders hunched, an air of deliberate insolence swirling about him. With his chin tilted he looked across the room at Obi-Wan, a small smirk playing across his lips as he waited for Obi-Wan to enter fully. He was already nude, his skin a kaleidoscope of colours, the blue light from the moons coalescing with the warmth of the interior light, creating bronze highlights across his jaw and shoulders while the darkness between his thighs and the soft dip along his belly tempted and lured.

In the distance Obi-Wan could hear Windu speaking it someone over his commlink, voice trailing in from the open window as he wound down from the evening.

Obi-Wan had told himself that he wouldn’t go to Anakin tonight - that he would remain in his room, tucked away in the recesses of the palace they’d been given residence in by ruler of the planet that had sought aid from them. He would maintain his resolve.

But here he was, stood in Anakin’s rooms, the scent of perfumed soaps and blossoms thick in his throat, air muggy and full of tension as Anakin sent a spark through their bond, tugging Obi-Wan closer into the room.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t,” Anakin murmured, a pleased expression on his face as he shifted, legs opening wider to invite Obi-Wan in.

“I only said we should wait,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Wait until Windu can hear us?”

Obi-Wan felt a blush creep up his cheeks and along the back of his neck. His cock twitched, already hard and leaking. It was unbecoming for him to crave Anakin the way he did, and doubly so to give in time and time again. But they had always been carefully locked away, no one having the chance to know what Obi-Wan did with his Padawan when the moon was high and the shadows deep-set.

But Windu was close - close enough where Obi-Wan could still feel him in the force if he reached out. He was a steady reminder of Obi-Wan’s duty as a Jedi and a mentor, and a reminder that Obi-Wan had been trusted with a seat on the Council - that he’d been bestowed a place of honour by his peers. The thought of Windu hearing Anakin as Obi-Wan pleasured him only spurred Obi-Wan on, guilt mixing with arousal, cloying and thick as it slipped down his gullet and settled in his stomach.

With trembling hands he undressed under the watchful eyes of Anakin, before falling on his knees in front of him.

Anakin shifted, hips canting forward and legs spreading to show off his cock. Slim and elegant, it fit in Obi-Wan’s mouth like it had been made for him, cock slick and smooth as it slipped in between Obi-Wan’s lips and down his throat, Anakin choking him with his eagerness and youthful vigor. Licking his bottom lip, Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin as he brought his hands up to run along Anakin’s thick thighs. It wasn’t so long ago that Anakin was still so narrow, limbs long and awkward, muscles still forming, his belly still soft with youth.

Obi-Wan missed it.

The thought of Anakin’s younger frame giving him pleasure made Obi-Wan’s cock let out a thick pearl of precome.

“Already hard for me,” Anakin said, voice louder than it needed to be.

Obi-Wan chanced a glance out the window, but Windu’s room couldn’t look into theirs.

“Couldn’t wait to suck me off, hm?” Anakin continued, his cock bouncing away as he played idly with one of his nipples. “You always tell yourself you can wait - that we both have to wait. That we need to wait. But then you come into my room and beg me to show you my pretty cock like some animal with no resolve. Well, go on.”

Obi-Wan chewed the inside of his cheek and gripped Anakin’s cock, stroking it a few times to slide the stringy precome along his length. Anakin groaned and rolled his head to the side, hips stuttering forward as Obi-Wan continued to stroke him before he bent over and took the tip in his mouth. Salt and the taste of soap flooded his palate, and he sucked the head to collect more, adoring the taste even when he knew he shouldn’t.

“Always so weak for me, even when you know you shouldn’t be,” Anakin whispered, voice lashing and sweet all at the same time. “Always begging me for my body, ignoring all the codes and rules that tell you not to. Because you don’t care, do you? All you want is your Padawan’s cock and his eager little hole.”

Sliding off of the head of Anakin’s cock, Obi-Wan brushed his thumb along his bottom lip, feeling how fat and plump it already was. Anyone who saw him after he’d spent time with Anakin would know what they’d been doing just by looking at his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock twitched again, the thought of people knowing he was so desperate for Anakin turning him on far more than it should.

Sighing as Anakin pulled him back down, Obi-Wan relaxed a fraction as Anakin began to pet him, his touch tender despite the intensity of his words. With another sigh he sunk back down and took all of Anakin in his mouth.

Anakin let out another groan as Obi-Wan began to bob, obscene slick sounds breaking out across the balcony as he sucked Anakin’s cock. Thick spit spilled from his mouth and down Anakin’s length, coating them both in Obi-Wan’s hunger. As he bobbed his head Anakin let out a string of curses, his hips rocking up as he pet Obi-Wan’s hair. Hooking his leg around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, he dug one of his heels into Obi-Wan’s back, keeping him locked in place.

“S-So fucking weak,” Anakin whimpered, his voice breathy and soft. “A-always were, weren’t you. C-couldn’t wait until I came of age before you fucked me. W-what was it? A day after I was knighted before you shoved me on to your bed and split me o-open with your cock?”

Obi-Wan whimpered and pulled off of Anakin’s cock with a wet ‘pop’. Catching his breath, he leaned into Anakin’s touch, letting Anakin wipe away the spit and tears that had collected across his cheeks and beard. Opening his eyes, he stared up at Anakin - his little prince - watching him through the moonlight. Blood rushed through his head, blocking out all other sounds, but he could still feel Windu’s presence nearby.

“But you don’t just want my cock,” Anakin said as he pushed Obi-Wan back down, his hips sliding forward and legs tucking up, feet resting on the edge of the chair. “You were never satisfied with just that, were you?”

Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin exposed his hole. The first thing he’d done after he’d fucked Anakin for the first time was lick him clean, desperate to remove the stains he’d made on his boy - his Padawan. Desperate to remove the evidence of his own weakness. But it didn’t work - he couldn’t clean Anakin from his debasement any more than Obi-Wan could stop his deep sense of humiliation for how much he wanted this.

A part of him wanted to tell the Council that he rested between the thighs of Anakin and licked and kissed and marked the most intimate recesses of his body; that he would do anything for Anakin if he asked it of him, if only to please him and be given promise of more. But confessing would ruin some of the pleasure. Confession would assuage the guilt that made Obi-Wan’s cock throb between his legs, thick and heavy and bouncing as he stroked himself and stared at Anakin’s tight, pink hole.

“Sully your mouth on my hole,” Anakin said. And then because he knew it would hurt and please Obi-Wan, he added. “Master.”

Obi-Wan pitched forward and sucked Anakin’s hole before lashing his tongue against the whorled muscle, Anakin letting out a loud moan that Obi-Wan knew Windu could hear. Anakin tasted earthy here even after bathing, his own musk mixing with the subtle soaps that had coated his skin in the warm bath. The thought that he’d first touched Anakin here - that he’d taught Anakin how to fuck the same as he’d taught him his katas and how to use the force - made Obi-Wan delirious with arousal, and he laved Anakin’s hole with firm strokes of his tongue, bathing Anakin in his spit.

Breathing harshly through his nose, Obi-Wan wiggled his tongue inside the loose stretch of muscles, tonguing Anakin as Anakin gripped the back of his skull and held him in place. Gods, he tasted divine, felt divine, smelled divine. Anakin was divine, in many respects, spun from the strands of the force and given a form that could be corrupted and defiled. The fact that he allowed Obi-Wan to do this to him made Obi-Wan’s cock leak even more, thick rivulets sliding down his length as he continued to eat Anakin out.

“Y-yeah, that’s right,” Anakin whimpered. “Y-you’re so desperate for me. C-could feel your need through our bond all day. E-even when you w-were supposed to be l-listening to Windu and the Council, I k-knew you were thinking about my hole the entire time.”

Obi-Wan started fisting his cock, touch harsh as he shoved his tongue in as far as he could, splitting Anakin open. It was true - it was all true. He had been thinking about Anakin - couldn’t take his mind off of him and the way his curls rested across his brow and the shells of his ears. Couldn’t stop thinking about the space between his thighs, couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and how much he needed it shoved down his throat, choking him and filling him. He just couldn’t stop thinking of Anakin.

“W-What would Windu say if he could see you now. Naked and tonguing his Padawan,” Anakin continued. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin was close, his own hand gripping his cock as the other continued to hold Obi-Wan in place, balls bouncing as he jerked himself. “M-maybe Windu already knows. Maybe they all know what you do when they’re not around. K-know you get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth. W-what would they say if they knew their perfect Jedi was obsessed with the taste of his Padawan’s come.”

Obi-Wan came, shooting thick ribbons of come across the tile floor and his hand, his seed scalding almost as he continued to sloppily kiss Anakin's hole. Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s hair harsher and ground his face against Obi-Wan’s lax tongue as he came with a satisfied moan.

Collapsing backward Obi-Wan watched as Anakin relaxed, long legs dropping down as he splayed out on the chair. Obi-Wan rested his head on Anakin’s lap, sighing when Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, still sticky with seed. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose against Anakin’s stomach, tongue slipping out to clean off the strips of seed that glistened across bronzed skin and soft hairs.

“How was that?” Anakin asked softly, all the prior malice slipping away only to be replaced with tired satisfaction.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Perfect, darling. Thank you for… thank you for doing this for me.”

[sp00kycrumpet]

Paradise (3/10)

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: Javi is baby, fluff, holiday romance, Nick Cage is Nick Cage, reader is bilingual

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Working as Nicholas Cage's personal assistant was your favourite job; so when he asked you to accompany him to Mallorca for this birthday party he'd been invited to, you were more than happy to go. What you didn't anticipate was the host himself.

Will also be posted on my AO3

(Part One) (Part Two)

Over the next couple of days, Nick seemed a little off. You couldn't figure out why but you assumed it was just him working out the screenplay being adapted or the rich diet making him feel off. You didn't push him though, just spent time with him and Javi or trying to enjoy the luxurious home. Javi seemed to seek you out most nights for company, with or without Nick. You'd eat together, watch movies or just sit under the stars and share a drink.

One night you'd sat in the lounge with Javi, watching a movie he'd chosen but at some point you dozed off, full of good food and wine. You woke up with your head nestled against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you, you glanced up at him without moving too much and found he was asleep as well. You debated getting up but didn't want to disturb him, so you settled again and closed your eyes, listening to the steady sound of his breaths and enjoying his warmth against you. You awoke again a few hours later when Javi moved, you blinked a little in the dark room; realising the tv had gone into standby.

"Did I wake you?" He asked softly, you hummed a little and sat up.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." You said shyly, running a hand through your hair. Javi just shook his head.

"I was going to get you a blanket, I was trying to not wake you." Your heart jumped at the gesture and smiled up at him, the light from outside highlighting his features. A delightfully cliched situation, but wonderful all the same. He finally stood up and offered a hand to you, you took it and he helped you up.

"I'll tidy up tomorrow, bed time." He smiled, squeezing your hand gently. You nodded, muffling a yawn into the back of your hand. Javi walked you back to your room as always, pausing to embrace you before making his way to his own. Sleepily, you stumbled through your room and climbed into bed. You had it bad for Javi, and you knew it would make going home difficult. You almost dozed off when there was a knock at your door, you lifted your head and part of you hoped it was Javi with some dramatic confession or something. You climbed out of bed and headed over, pulling the door open. You frowned in confusion at Nick standing there, he held a finger to his lips and stepped into the room.

"Where were you all night?" He asked in a hushed voice, flicking the light on and making you squint at the harsh light.

"What the fuck? I was with Javi like you left me, we were watching movies. We weren't tired, so we just stayed up a bit. We fell asleep on the couch then I came to bed when we woke up." You rubbed at your face, staring up at Nick. He paced the room a little, pausing to look at you.

"Do you like him?" You groaned at the question, turning to climb into bed.

"Nick. It's like three in the morning, why are you suddenly asking me this?" Nick followed you, watching you.

"We don't know him. You need to be careful." He frowned, you suddenly felt like a teenager being scolded for staying out at a party.

"Oh come on Nick! It's Javi!! The guy is like a puppy, he's sweet and a good guy. Why are you being so weird?! Is it because your number one fan is spending more time with your friend than you do?" You huffed, sitting up. Nick shook his head, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

"Just. It's complicated. Be careful, please." He watched you for a moment before turning to head for the door. He hesitated for a second before turning the light off and walking out. You felt guilty for saying what you did but he was the one being weird about you spending time with Javi. You sighed and flopped back into the pillows, staring at the dark ceiling for a moment. Was there something weird about the screenplay that made Nick uncomfortable? Or was Nick just trying to keep you from falling in too deep with someone you barely knew. Eventually you dozed off, figuring you'd talk to Nick in the morning about his sudden outburst.

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However it had slipped your mind that the next day was the day of Javi's party. The whole house was buzzing with people getting everything ready, decorating and setting up tables for guests and food. You helped where you could and eventually spotted Nick heading back to his room. You excused yourself and followed him. You knocked before letting yourself in.

"Nick?" You called out, Nick turning to look at you as he pulled his suit from the closet. "I just… want to apologise for what I said last night. I was tired and confused." Nick shook his head slightly.

"It's fine. I guess I have sort of neglected you this trip. You might be here on paper as my assistant but really you're here as my friend. So I'm sorry too, okay?" You smiled a little, nodding.

"You've not been yourself the past few days though Nick. Then that outburst last night really surprised me."

"I know. I shouldn't have done that, I don't have an excuse." You shrugged a little.

"Let's just enjoy the party and everything will be fine! Okay?" You smiled at your friend, Nick watching you for a moment before he nodded and stepped closer to give you a hug.

"Deal. I'll see you there." You nodded, patting his face playfully before turning to head out and see what else you could help with. Gabriela handed you some flowers to put out on the tables under the promise you went and relaxed afterwards, repeating you were the guest and shouldn't be working. Eventually you went back to your own room, taking a soak in the bath before starting to get ready for the party. You felt oddly nervous as you sat applying your makeup. You curled your hair and let it hang loose around your shoulders, opting for a simple yet elegant look. Your dress was a sleek black number you'd bought a few years ago but never had chance to wear. You spent a while in front of the mirror, making sure you were happy with everything before there was a knock at your door. You were surprised to see Gabriela stood there, she smiled warmly at you, explaining she'd come to fetch you because guests were starting to arrive. You said you'd get Nick then make your way to the party. Now your door was open, you could hear music coming from the outside of the house and the muffled sound of people talking. You felt that bubble of nervousness again as you walked to Nick's room and knocked.

"Nick? The party is starting, the guest of honour can't be late!" You called out, the door opening as Nick finished fastening his jacket. "White suit, classy! I like it." You grinned at him, Nick smiling at you as he pulled his door shut and offered you his arm. As the two of you made your way outside, you could hear the music properly. There were lights strung up around the garden and there were lots of people wandering around and socialising. A few stopped to speak to Nick, some just staring in awe that Javi had actually managed to pull off getting Nicholas Cage to his party. You separated from Nick to find you both a drink, finding your way to the small bar that had been set up.

"I don't think we were properly introduced before." Came a voice to your left, you looked up to see Lucas stood there, eyeing you over the top of his drink. You had to fight the instinct to step back and managed a polite smile as you gave him your name. He grinned and offered a hand, you reluctantly took it and greeted him properly. He was almost cornering you against the bar, you felt so uncomfortable and regretted leaving Nick. You turned to get the bar tenders attention, feeling Lucas's eyes burning into you.

"Lucas. Dejala sola." Javi's stern voice came from behind you and burst through your bubble of discomfort. You turned to greet him, pausing momentarily as you took in the sight of him in his expensive looking suit and his curls brushed back from his face. He looked breathtaking. He almost seemed surprised that it was you, apparently he hadn't realised who Lucas was bothering. He glanced at Lucas before his attention was back on you.

"Happy birthday Javi!" You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back and you pressed a little kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you. I'm sorry about Lucas." You waved one hand slightly, Javi leaning around you to get the bartender's attention so you could have a drink.

"Javi, it's fine. I don't think he recognised me either." Javi smiled a little, the way he kept looking at you was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

"You look beautiful. Not that you usually don't, but this is… you know, different." You felt your cheeks flush as he stumbled over his words.

"Thank you. So do you, you look good in a suit." You smiled, reaching to brush the light smudge of lipstick from his cheek. Javi smiled shyly, thanking the guy behind the bar as he slid over two glasses of champagne. As you walked to find Nick, Javi had one hand resting gently against your back like he was still protecting you from Lucas. Once you found Nick, the two embraced and Javi thanked Nick again for agreeing to come to his party. The three of you stood talking before Nick excused himself to use the restroom. Leaving you alone with Javi again, you smiled up at him.

"This is some party, Javi. It's incredible!" You looked around, watching as a troupe of dancers moved effortlessly and putting on a show on one side of the garden. You could feel Javi's eyes on you, finding him quickly looking away when you turned back to him. "You don't need to stay with me if you need to go play host, I'm a big girl who can look after herself." You teased, Javi waving one hand.

"Nonsense! You and Nick are my guests of honour! Plus you only know each other, myself and Gabriela. It would be rude of me to leave you all alone." He smiled and offered his arm to you. You couldn't help but smile back as you gently looped your arm through his and followed him through the crowd as he introduced you to a few people. His friends seemed impressed with your Spanish, relieved even that they didn't have to stumble over broken English to communicate. Javi stayed by your side the whole time, Nick seemed to just wander around and talk with a few people here and there. At one point you completely lost sight of him and just paid attention to Javi and the guests around you.

Without warning, the power suddenly went off. Guards seemed to surround Javi and he took your hand in his, pulling you closer to him almost protectively. You felt a moment of panic flutter through the party before the power came back on, Javi smiled brightly and gave everything a visual once over before his eyes were on you.

"Are you okay?" You nodded, glancing around.

"Your security is good. They could teach Hollywood security a thing or two." You laughed, Javi just smiled and offered you another drink. You almost pouted when his hand left yours to pass over your empty glasses in exchange for full ones. Part of you wanted to query his response to the power cut but the rest of you just wanted to indulge in the soft warmth of his hand in yours. A few people came to speak with Javi and you moved to stand with Gabriela, she seemed a little quiet but was happy to talk with you. After a little bit, Javi climbed onto the makeshift stage the dancers had been on, gently tapping his glass to get everyone's attention. You spotted Nick and went to join him, about to query where he'd been when Javi started to give a heartfelt speech thanking everyone for coming and about his father and how one of Nick's movies had brought them closer. Suddenly all eyes were on Nick, and he froze. You nudged him subtly and whispered 'say something' before he seemed to snap out of it and respond. He told everyone about Javi's screenplay, admitted he wasn't going to be in it but that he wanted to stay here a while longer and work on a whole new movie together. You were stunned, staring at him in surprise before looking over at Javi for his response. That handsome face lighting up with the biggest smile as he agreed and everyone cheered.

"We're staying longer?" You asked Nick once the party resumed, Nick looking at you before nodding.

"If you can't stay, that's okay." You shook your head, secretly revelling in the thought of spending more time here with Javi.

"Where you go, I go. We're a team." You smiled at him, gently clinking your glasses together in cheers before taking a drink.

Nick stayed for a little while longer before admitting to Javi that he was absolutely exhausted suddenly and needed to sleep, but promised him breakfast and a meeting about the movie in the morning. Javi nodded and bid Nick good night before turning to you. His face broke out into a huge excited grin.

"I can't believe this is happening! This is the best birthday ever!" He laughed and threw his arms around you in excitement. Javi really was adorable and his excitement was infectious.

"I told you it would all work out. I knew Nick was planning something, he's been so weird all week!" You laughed, stepping back as you took both of Javi's hands in yours. Javi smiled warmly at you, squeezing your hands gently before lifting them to kiss your knuckles.

"I have to speak with a few people but you aren't leaving yet, right?" There was an undeniable hint of hopefulness to his voice as you watched him, your heart skipping at the way those big brown eyes studied you.

"I'm staying up a little later, go do what you need to." You shooed him away, Javi smiling before disappearing off into the crowd. You shook your head and turned to go back to the bar, almost walking face first into Lucas.

"It seems my cousin has more than just Nicholas Cage on his mind lately. Hm?" You sighed softly, looking up at him.

"What are you talking about Lucas?" The blonde shrugged a shoulder, idly swirling his drink as he watched you.

"He's been…shall we say distracted all week. I see how he acts around you." He seemed to word it almost like a threat before he winked at you and walked off. You just sighed and grabbed yourself a drink as a couple came over to speak to you about Nick's surprise announcement. You couldn't give them any details since you only just found out as well, they seemed a little disappointed but ultimately accepted your answer. As time passed, the party started to wind down and secretly you were glad; your heels were starting to make your feet ache. Javi bid goodbye to a few guests before coming back to you, you gave him a smile.

"I'm afraid I too must head off. I'm so tired, especially after we were up late last night." You chuckled, Javi almost pouting at you.

"I understand, sorry that took longer than anticipated. I'll walk with you." He fixed a smile over his face and offered you his arm again. You gladly took it and followed his lead back inside. The closer you got to your room, the more you could feel sleep tugging at your every muscle.

"Well thank you for inviting us Javi. I hope you had an amazing birthday." Javi smiled as he turned to face you, absentmindedly lifting a hand to brush some hair from your face.

"I definitely did. One of the best I'd say! I can't believe he wants to write a movie with me." Javi beamed happily, you couldn't help but chuckle at his cute reactions.

"Don't be up too late, he'll want to get writing tomorrow." You teased and stepped closer to wrap Javi up in a hug. He held you close against his chest and it was a battle to not invite him in so you could steal some more time with him. He pulled back after a moment, his lips parting to say something when you both heard his name being called from the end of the hallway. Gabriela waved him over when he looked back at her.

"Even when it's my night, I must still play host unfortunately." He sighed a little, resting a hand against your shoulder as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well, I'll see you at breakfast." He said softly, watching you for a moment until Gabriela calling his name again pulled him away. You were frozen to the spot, your face feeling warm at the gesture as your brain went into overdrive. Realising you might look odd just standing there, you managed to finally turn to head into your room as a grin pulled across your lips. The amount of champagne you'd drank had given you a little buzz but that tiny kiss to your forehead made your head spin more than any alcohol ever could.

(Part Four)

[bapydemonprincess]

Enlightening Pillow Talk

Bardroy lounged in bed, inhaling tobacco, staring up at the moon's bright light shining out the window

Lau looked practically ready to start purring any second as he curled around the other bigger man in bed.

"Sorry I can't.. go right to sleep.." Bard seemed to be truly guilty about this.

"There's no need to apologize for anything you cannot do, Master Chef," Lau whispered back soothingly.

"Heh.. 'least someone gives me slack 'round here.." Bard huffed.

Lau smiled in amusement... though those words did strike him in a personally unfitting way...

...He still hadn't worked out why.

"Even in me dreams..." the chef mumbled, overall going distant as he thought on it and tried to get it out.

"..I am judged... By family... friends... Old neighbors from so long ago.."

"The past is indeed an untamable beast in that way," Lau hummed, frowning.

"Yeah... An' sometimes.. it gets extra weird in that... I'll be in a church like the one I got married in once upon a time... But.. No family an' friends in the pews, no wife.. Nobody.. E-Except..."

Lau listened and waited, and the longer the other man took to get this out, the more he felt his own insides clench.

"Except perhaps.. like the pastor or priest?" He tried.

Lau was definitely no religious man, but..

He could put pieces of symbolism together... sometimes..

"W-Well, that's the thing.." Bard stammered out and scratched his head a little, frowning more.

"'E looks like the priest, 'e really does. Got a black robe on, a stiff silhouette before me, all judgmental and all that.."

Bard closed his eyes and started scowling more.

"But then I can make out 'is eyes... An' they're... glowin' in the darkness, I swear. Glowin'.. red... like... like..."

"Hmph... figures," Lau mumbled more to himself at this.

"With how much that butler gets on your case I am certainly not surprised."

Bard opened his eyes.

And slowly looked down at Lau.

"...Wot?"

Lau sighed, squeezing the other man.

"And to have him mix and mingle with your memories like that.." He went on, still distantly like just griping about something to himself.

"...Lau, wot the 'ell are you on about??"

...

Lau stiffened in a way like he'd been caught.

One bead lone of sweat appearing.

"..... Heh.. haha," He started laughing, "ah, I ah.. I am so sorry, my dear, I ah, got confused and took that the ah.. wrong way, I thi-"

"...Lau."

Bard stabbed his cigarette out on night stand, and sat up, twisting enough to stare into Lau's curled up (sweating) face.

"...I was gonna say the red eyes made me think o' Satan."

Blue piercing eyes stared on. Firmly.

"You know. As if a demon was judging me."

He slowly reached out and cupped Lau's face.

To turn that face.

To get Lau to look at him above and straight back.

"A red eyed demon, Lau. I was gonna say that."

His voice had gone very quiet again.

And he leaned in.

And seemed as if.. afraid of saying anything above a whisper.

As if..

"Lau..."

... Someone might hear.

"Why did you say butler, Lau."

He saw the other's adam's apple bob in his throat with a swallow.

And Bard leaned down further.

There was barely an inch between them.

"....Lau,"

Bard's hand clutching his jaw shook, and his palm itself was getting rather sweaty.

"...What do you know about.. that butler... Lau?"

For a few seconds the tenseness felt as tight as a rope wrapped firmly. Tightly. Around a person's neck.

Choking. Squeezing. Strangling.

Lau's heart was felt pounding in his chest.

And his lips would not move still.

And the longer he didn't speak, the more Bard's eyes seemed to pierce into him like the sharpest blade.

...

..

.

But then, the man beneath Bardroy started to smile.

And his eyelids opened, letting Bardroy and Bardroy alone see that elusive set of honey brown eyes beneath thick lashes.

All of a sudden he was calm again like a contented cat about to start purring.

"Why Bardroy," the man crooned.

Bard blinked at this entire sudden change in energy right before him.

Completely caught off guard by Lau.

...As usual.

"...you mean to tell me you... didn't know?"

Lau started to grin wider.

He had a feeling his dear Master Chef was going to having better days working here at Phantomhive Manor.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

I know $60 for dog medicine isn’t insane, but dang, this is bad timing.

I am exactly one week from the little comic convention that’s my only chance of fun for the year, and the roller coaster of will I or won’t I get to go is driving me nuts!

One day I get a gift from an online friend (Thanks again!) that makes me sure I can go, the next day I have a problem with one of the dogs and then I am back to not knowing if I can afford to go!

It’s funny (pathetic) really. The con is only 50 miles away and admission is cheap. Most people would find it a no brainer to go, especially when it’s your only social activity/recreation of the entire year.

But then most people have “disposable income”.

I ain’t got any income at all, and not one penny I have is disposable! LOL

You know though, I have been so busy surviving, doing things because I have to do them rather than because I want to do them, that I deserve a day “off”. I feel guilty saying it, but I kinda think it’s true. One day a year doing something for myself shouldn’t feel shameful, for crying out loud!

I know you are saying, well just spend a day at home lounging about reading or something. That’s free! But the simple fact is, if I am at home I will HAVE to be useful. After half an hour flopped I will feel guilty and end up trying to repair the sink or out cutting brush or something for a few hours. To actually take a break I need to go somewhere else.

Next Saturday will I be afford to take a day (or 9 hrs of it) for me? Who knows!!!

I hope I can decide after Thursday. That day I’ll check the bank account, do the shopping for the month, and buy gas**. If I have enough money left then, I’ll just have to cross my fingers crossed nothing else goes wrong before Saturday.

Of course, if I do get to go, and with the money already used on shopping, I’ll have to spend the rest of the month with my fingers crossed I don’t need more until September. My fingers are going to get soooo sore! LOL

**Weird it isn’t pinging at me yet, even though it’s fallen below the last mark on it’s way to the dreaded E. It always pinged before!

[firawren]

"Transformation" A Beauty and the Beast fanfic

Chapter 10, “Fusion,” rated E, now posted

Chapters: 10/17 now posted Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (Disney Animated Movies) Rating: Explicit

Romantic relationships: Belle/Beast, Gaston/Lumiere Platonic relationships: Gaston & Belle, Gaston & Beast

Key additional tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Love, Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Monster Fucking, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Redemption, Family, Friendship, see full list of tags on AO3

Summary:

Belle said she loved him. Everything transformed to how it used to be.

Except the Beast.

Forced into a new deal with the Enchantress, Beast will remain in this form forever. Belle doesn’t mind; she’s happy with him no matter what he looks like. Beast tries to just be happy, too, and for a while, everything is wonderful. Beast doesn’t know how he got so lucky, and Belle finally feels at home. But when the trauma of his past resurfaces, the future they’re trying to build together comes tumbling down.

Gaston’s ideal future isn’t going to plan either. Instead of getting married to Belle, it looks like he’s becoming friends with her, while developing feelings for someone else he’d never expected. This wouldn’t be so bad, except that the closer he gets to both of them, the more he learns to question his values and feel guilty for his past. And when that past finally comes to light, he stands to lose everything he’s gained.

This is a story about how sometimes the things we want to transform can’t be changed, and sometimes the things we think are hopeless can transform through love.

Excerpt from chapter 10:

In some ways, the tavern looked the same as Lumière remembered, but a lot had changed, notably the huge portrait of Gaston over the fireplace and the mounted animal heads and antlers absolutely everywhere, even on the throne-like chair standing proudly at the top of the room. Lumière had never seen anything like this showy spectacle, even in Prince Henri’s hunting lodge.

Gaston noticed him gawking at it all and fixed a proud smile on his face. “Breathtaking, isn’t it? All these trophies are mine. Well, one or two were here before, but other than that, all my kills.” He spread his hands wide.

“It’s like…a shrine to hunting. Or you. Or both,” he said in a rather dazed voice.

Gaston seemed to take that as a compliment, smiling broadly. “Isn’t it though?”

He grabbed Lumière’s arm. “Take a look at this.” He strode across the room, then threw himself down into the antler throne and sprawled back against it.

“What is that thing?” Lumière asked.

“My chair.”

“You have your own dedicated chair here?”

“Of course. I killed everything that it’s made of, and built it too.”

Lumière began to laugh, and Gaston frowned. “What’s so funny?”

“You! Lounging here in this ridiculous chair like some king of the forest from a folk tale!”

Gaston scowled. “It’s not ridiculous! It’s magnificent! Look at the size of these red deer antlers that I made the legs out of! And feel how lush this wolf hide is.”

“That chair is the most ostentatious, over-the-top piece of furniture I have ever seen—and that is saying a great deal, because I have known some outlandish furniture in the past.”

Gaston looked deeply offended. Lumière forced himself to stop laughing with some effort.

“I will say this: it suits you perfectly. I have never seen a more extravagantly masculine piece of furniture. It is the epitome of Gaston.”

Gaston seemed satisfied with this, his face relaxing into a slight smile. He got to his feet. Lumière was actually a bit disappointed in that; as idiotic as the chair was, Gaston had looked rather tantalizing the way he lounged confidently in it, thick thighs spread wide.

“Trophies next,” Gaston said.

Continue reading chapter 10 “Fusion” of “Transformation” on AO3

[larcenywrites]

Talk more about the whole Tony Stark and the couch/guest bedroom thing? Like when and how does he decide that he's gonna sleep there, and is it just for a day or like how long does it last? Would you ever send him to sleep on the couch? (if yes, under what circumstances, like, why would you send him to the couch? And for how long?) And how does he feel about getting kicked out, how does he react, how does he try to be accepted back into the bedroom?

Idk I kinda got carried away-

I’m sure it doesn’t happen very often aside from the fact that Tony does occasionally fall asleep on the couch, bathtub, office chair, snd of course in the lab (and maybe even on a table in the lab), whether it’s because he’s kept working through his exhaustion or because he’s sick or sometimes because he’s been drinking too much. I’m sure he’s even fallen asleep in a chaise lounge by the pool some nights! Probably even in or on a floaty in the pool!

But moving on, there’s some occasions where it’s not an accident :( or an innocent decision where he was just in the lab and he was too tired to even go upstairs, or on the nights he felt a bit insecure about that arc reactor and felt bad that it was so bright. Now, Tony is… a lot of things. A lot of difficult things… one of those things being that he’s difficult! He can be pissy, stubborn, snappy, sarcastic, passive-aggressive, and snarky, which means that when fights do happen, they can probably get out of control rather quickly when he’s feeling defensive and attacked, and that’s the only way he knows how to respond. It’s not entirely his fault, but he should also probably learn to grow out of it too, and that’s not anyone else’s fault. He’s definitely not as bad the older he gets, but pre iron man between becoming CEO and Afghanistan will probably be the hardest time to be in a relationship with him, and early stages of post iron man will also be difficult when you include his lack of self-preservation and erratic and dangerous new behavior. Oh, and he’s always right.

Pre-Iron Man, an argument could really be around anything and he might start acting out, especially when he’s so young and fiery and confused and depressed and a whole list of problems. He doesn’t like feeling controlled, so stop confronting him about the drinking and asking him to stop. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s in the wrong, so stop probing about the weapons program and making him think about what and who they’re being used on. He gets testy and flighty, and while you may think he’s just mad snd doesn’t want to see you when he doesn’t come to bed or find him getting blankets on the couch or settling in a nearby guest room, he just doesn’t want to confront you. Because you’re probably right, first of all, whatever it was about, and seeing you kinda makes him face whatever demons the conversation brought up :/ and he’s scared you’ll bring it up again :/ so, even tho it honestly sucks and maybe he’s a little scared of the dark because he’s never actually been in this room properly before now, he’s going to be dramatic and sleep in another room. Well, probably not much sleep. And he also doesn’t wanna face you because he does feel guilty, believe it or not. He’s sparing you from having to look at him! He’s giving you your own space and leave and quiet! At least, he tells himself that to feel like he’s doing something right, and something right by you. It typically won’t last for more than that night, and maybe two if he unintentionally falls asleep elsewhere, but while he may apologize, he’ll probably never say that you were right. Once he comes back from work the next day, probably really late if he can get away with it tbh (and otherwise he’s just super quiet and keeps to himself where he can) he’ll stalk his way into the bedroom and carefully climb back into bed. He does hate it when you’re mad at him, and may just try to act like nothing has happened and try to cuddle 🙄 And while that’s pretty toxic of him, sometimes it’s easier to go along with it and move on until next time :/ though, he might still say he’s sorry, at least? If you do bring it up again, try to do so pretty quietly and gently. He’ll still probably just say he’s sorry and try to move on, even though that’s not entirely the point. Now, if it’s a situation where the argument ended in him being pretty mean, and you definitely tell him that you don’t even wanna look at him and to fuck off somewhere else, he’ll definitely realize his mistake right then and there and try to fix it. Probably to no avail, however. Because when he gets mean he can definitely push it too far. Talking about how you’re being nosy, controlling, finding a problem in nothing. Oh, you’re concerned about the weapons program? You sure don’t have an issue with spending the money it brings in. And ya know, he can’t really blame you for kicking him out. He’ll stutter your name and struggle to find anything to say but maybe he’s just stalling time. He’ll still feel shitty when he’s lying wherever he’s gone alone, but the difference is that now he’s kinda holding a grudge because you kicked him out! But he probably won’t last the night :( he’s restless and anxious and guilty (as he should be!) and he’s really gotta get it off his chest (as if he’s the victim too!). He’ll trudge in rather loudly and stand over you and say your name until you wake up, and that probably has you even grumpier now… but he will apologize and even admit you were right. He gets carried away, and his aggressive defensiveness isn’t exactly his fault, but that also doesn’t exactly excuse it either. He does try to do more of the things he probably used to do more often, like bouquets with promises of love written on them or spending more time upstairs. And he really wouldn’t blame you if you needed a break from him at this point, and maybe it would even be a good idea, but he’s really not sure if he could take it right now :( of course. He’s not always like this! In fact, it is probably not that often! But maybe that’s what makes it so much worse when it does happen.

Though, when he’s older and closer to that momentous trip overseas, still just a businessman, he’s definitely not going to be as bad. But just as he seems to be getting better, of course now there’s whole new problems. Those early stages of being a superhero will bring plenty of strife, and bring back plenty of that stress-induced defensiveness that’s meant to be his protective barrier for a few minutes that causes more harm than good. He’s being reckless! He’s being obsessive! Isn’t this a little crazy? It’s stressing you out more than anything, and he’s not really paying any mind or to his health, his property, his life, you! And he never has a proper answer, just more excuses and combative words. He’ll just stay down here in the lab for your sake. He’ll keep working on it and prove it’s fine! It’s going to help everyone! You, him, the world! Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do? He even shut down the weapons program! Wasn’t that what you wanted? Again, he’s confused and frustrated, and now he hurts everywhere— can’t you cut him some slack?! Everyone’s a victim here tbh, so it’ll probably end with you both apologizing. You may not understand fully yet as to why, but obviously this whole thing means a lot to him, but also he means a lot to you! He probably been avoiding you down in this lab for days, and now he’s just tired :( just take him to bed. Tony’s been through way too much by now, and you’ve both been through a lot together, so there’s probably not going to be many more escalating fights after this, and definitely no kicking him out. It would really take a toll of him, and now there’s no telling what he’ll do out there with an unclear head and those feelings he hates so much. Besides, there are definitely better ways to handle these things, especially when the problem is not longer his pettiness. If anything you’ll be begging him to come to bed! Which may still result in an argument, but something will sort of suddenly changed? It’s not like it used to be. In fact, it’s probably almost a little sad. It’s still the same bouquets with love notes and warm baths, but it’s… different. And unfortunately, it may have taken a near-death experience to get him to finally mellow out.

But from here and on, he definitely learns to be more communicative. If something is wrong, it finally gets talked about. It’s still not very easy for him to find words, nor is it easy for him to admit he’s wrong, but he’ll do it! He’s worked on a lot of things by now, and has more symbolically moved on from things, such as finally removing the arc reactor. He definitely doesn’t purposely hide anymore! And he’s learned to control his temper and bite his tongue— with you, at least 😅