#i say screw that and find a back way to a spot that IS marked :)

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟏𝟐 — 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌

kinktober day 012 | agent!peggy x lieutenant!reader

you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers. tinged with the angst of a classic 1940s 'forbidden' sapphic romance.

cont. office sex, fingering, edging, angst (what a combo) word count. 2065

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“Oh, babe, m’so close,” Peggy gasps in pleasure, gripping onto the handles of her arm chair, as your fingers curl inside her pretty cunt.

“Almost there already?” you tease, mouthing at her pretty breasts and leaving light marks with your teeth. “I haven’t even been here that long, Agent Carter.”

“Enough with the Agent Car- Oh, just shut up and fuck me properly,” she responds exasperatedly, hands twisting into the navy green of your military uniform. You move your fingers in tight little circles, smirking as she throws her head back.

These forbidden little trysts that always ended up in Peggy’s office fed into every one of your desires and fantasies. As much as the element of ‘forbidden’ excited you to no end, there was always this sick little want in your mind to show Peggy off, show everyone how good you made her feel, show everyone that you were the only person who could make her feel like this.

Today is no different, the both of you in Peggy’s office. You had purposefully left the door closed but unlocked, only with the woman’s reluctant agreement. That thought in itself, that any of her soldiers could see her unravelling like this — that thought made you so, so wet.

When Peggy brings her hands up your shirt to palm at your tensed abdomen, you feel a surge of arousal, and it causes you to slam the back of her chair against her office desk with need. Peggy whines beautifully as you tower over her with purpose, hands wrapping around her pretty neck to kiss her.

You get lost in the haze of lust, only registering Peggy’s stifled moans and those pathetic whimpers, only registering her warmth and wetness clenching needily around your fingers.

“Coming!” Peggy cries out, and just as you’re about to push your fingers once more against her sweet spot, there’s a knock on the door.

“Agent Carter, it’s important,” a gruff male voice sounds from behind the door.

You halt your movements, eyes locking with the brunette, fingers stilling themselves inside her cunt.

You don’t miss the way Peggy’s eyes dart to the door in fear, her breath hitching, but her hips still trying to chase that pleasure.

It excites you.

“You have to go,” Peggy squirms under your grasp that holds her still. “We can’t be seen-”

“You want me to jump out the window of the sixth floor?” you ask seriously, helping to button up her blouse. She looks so pretty, with her face flushed and her lipstick smeared. You swipe a thumb along the bottom of her lip to clean it up, and Peggy looks at you pleadingly.

“Agent Carter, it’s the 107th Infantry Regiment here to see you.”

With a determined huff, Peggy lifts up a leg and promptly kicks you under her desk, the heel getting you in the side. “Come in,” she says loudly, glaring at you as your face screws up in pain.

Eyes narrowing at her brattiness, you reach up from under the desk and pull off the entirety of Peggy’s grey skirt in one fluid motion just as the door swings open, leaving her completely bare and vulnerable from the waist down. Her panties were still in your pocket, saved for further use.

Peggy lets out a strangled sound of frustration mixed with pleasure as she rolls her armchair into place, hiding her nudity from view of the entering soldiers. This means that you’re face-level with her bare, glistening cunt, and it doesn’t take a genius to find out what you’d do with that.

“Agent,” the soldiers chorus as you make yourself comfortable under the table. You’re seated cross-legged, gripping at Peggy’s thighs, mouth dangerously close to her throbbing cunt.

“R-Right, this better be important,” Peggy begins, clearing her throat and trying to regain her composure. Her hands are clammy, nails digging into her palms in an attempt to calm her growing arousal.

Your hot breath is on her wetness, unbelievably simulating, and your presence under her desk while her soldiers were in the same room was electrifying.

“It is,” that same gruff voice sounds, and you recognize it as Bucky Barnes. He was a bit too arrogant for your liking, and you detested the way he looked at Peggy sometimes. 

She was yours.

Your hands slide up the length of Peggy’s bare legs, dragging goosebumps along with the gentle touch, then grabbing fistfuls of the sides of her ass.

Peggy jerks in her seat, and you can imagine her sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Is something the matter, ma’am?” another voice asks. It’s Steve Rogers, Mr. Captain America. You feel another round of jealousy coursing through your bloodstream. It was no secret around camp that he had a puppy love for your lady.

You wrap your bulky, muscled arms around her big thighs, forcefully prying them apart as your tongue pushes into the slit of her leaking pussy. Peggy was already sensitive from before, and the sensation of your long tongue entering her cunt made Peggy let out a disguised moan. 

“I- oh, I- I think that I’m just a bit unwell today,” the agent says with a quavering voice, forcing a polite smile onto her face in an attempt to hide the pleasured expression that fights its way there.

“Sorry to hear that, Agent Carter,” Steve offers sympathetically. “We’ll make this quick. We've got new intel on the Red Skull and we think he's a more dangerous threat than we initially envisioned."

When you start dragging your tongue up and down in long stripes, teasing at Peggy’s entrance but not truly letting her experience a high, she knows that her squelching sounds would be embarrassingly loud if she didn’t do something. 

Peggy reaches for the remote and turns up the Stark-sponsored fan to its highest setting. The loud whirring sound creates more noise, and you gladly take the opportunity to dive into her cunt, tongue lapping fervently at the wet heat like you were worshipping a sacred temple.

“I’m just – oh, Christ – have a – mhm, bit of a fever going,” Peggy says brokenly, fanning at herself with an awkward chuckle. She’s screaming internally, your mouth buried in her pussy like you would nest in there forever.

"Right,” Bucky says with a raised eyebrow. “So we thought we might need more backup before our infiltration into the HYDRA base. The senior-rank soldiers, Agent Carter, if you could allow us that permission."

Peggy nods, the words going in one ear and flying out the other. Your fingers are in action now, as well, 

"We know that it's a last-minute change,” another soldier says, and Peggy looks in his general direction but she can’t even focus on how he looks like to recognise him. Her vision is swimming, her thoughts are dizzying.

The centre of her universe was you.

She was so close. So, so close.

But you leave her hanging there, at the edge of a precipice, between inexplicable pleasure and unrecoverable shame.

Peggy almost sobs.

"Changes like that have to be made in the face of all possible scenarios,” Peggy says, clamping her thighs around your head. It helps fractionally with the overwhelming arousal, and the agent desperately seizes that small chance. “I appreciate you all coming to me with this information. It should take a bit of paperwork to settle but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Agent Carter,” Steve says sincerely, and you roll your eyes under the desk at the stupid smile you can hear in his voice. She was yours. You push your fingers in a little deeper.

Fuck, Peggy needs it. Needs to release all that pent-up arousal.

"Oh, Agent Carter, have you seen Lieutenant L/N? We want to ask her about the added arms and ammunition," you hear Bucky ask, and you almost snort into Peggy’s dripping cunt.

"No, I don't suppose I've seen her around,” Peggy forces out, trying to subtly grind her hips against your face. She’s that desperate, that needy for the pleasure you’re dangling in front of her. 

You’d been edging her, controlling her pleasure like you were a puppeteer and she was your marionette. 

She needs it. She needs it or she’s going to die.

"Is that all?"

“Yes, Ma’am,” Bucky answers, and following his lead are the rest of the soldiers who leave Peggy’s office in an orderly manner.

Your two fingers curl in the glory of her dampened cunt, tongue still lapping at the flowing nectar that tastes like honey to your lips.

Finally, Peggy cries internally. Finally, she can get her sought-after release—

"Peggy," Steve begins desperately, putting his hands on the edge of the desk you’re sitting under. He’d hung around while the others had filed out, clearly wanting to speak to the agent.

Oh, fuck no.

Peggy wants to cry in frustration at her prolonged denial of pleasure, and you fume in deadly silence. How dare he address her by her first name, with more fondness than a close friend. How dare he think he’s good enough for your Peggy–

"About that dance I asked you to-" Steve continues, none the wiser to the raging conflict going on beneath the surface.

Your fingers thrust deep into Peggy’s sweet spot, and a lewd squelch sounds, and it takes everything in her willpower not to cry out your name. Steve is too flustered to notice, and Peggy thanks the heavens for his oblivious nature.

"I'm not–, in- oh, interested, Rogers. Exit my office now.”

By the grace of some God, Steve takes ‘no’ as an answer. The dejected man hangs his head, turning around in resolution. Peggy’s vision is blurring, not because she feels for Rogers, but because the amount of pleasure you’re filling her to the brim with.

She can feel you, gripping the flesh of her thighs and leaving dark fingerprints, your tongue ever so languidly tracing the outline of her dripping hole, just waiting for the opportune moment like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

The door’s barely clicked shut before you’re making the most carnal noises into Peggy’s cunt, tongue diving deeper than what she thought was physically possible. “Oh, mhmm, fuck!” she cries, head thrown back as she weaves her fingers into your hair.

“You have no idea,” you growl, throwing both of Peggy’s legs over your shoulders to give you better access. “No fuckin’ idea how much I wanted to make you cum in front of that good-for-nothin’. Make him see you become such a fucking slut for me.”

Peggy mewls, practically humping your face, so insanely desperate for you to make her feel good. She can’t differentiate your rough hands or your long tongue, stimulating her across her whole body, like a raging fire has been ignited and it can’t be doused.

“Please,” Peggy pants, one of her hands going to grip the top of her armchair, trying to reach a semblance of non-existent control. “Oh,” she moans, husky and low, when your nose bumps against her enlarged clit. You proceed to do it repeatedly, and Peggy’s frighteningly close to passing out from sheer pleasure.

“Say you’re mine,” you whisper, almost unheard. 

Peggy hears the desperation in your voice. Like she’s not the only one who’d die without your touch. Like she’s more than just a simple game of cat-and-mouse. Like you’re not the forsaken lovers who’ll go down in the history books as ‘best friends’.

Like the two of you could ever be something more.

But it doesn’t matter, not now when she’s crying for your touch, and not ever.

“I’m yours,” Peggy answers, with more resolution in her voice than any military call, with more steadfastness in her voice than she would ever care to admit. It’s a promise, a sacred one, and with that the two of you were bound.

All it takes is a harsh curl of your fingers into Peggy’s sweet spot that has her coming undone, ropes and seals unwinding for the maker that is you. 

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over Peggy’s body, white-hot liquid making its way into the crooks and crevices of your face Peggy found her religion in.

The look that passes between the two of you as Peggy finally topples over the ledge is unsaid. It doesn’t need to be said. It can’t be said.

I’m with you till the end of the line.

"in the crooks of your body, i find my religon." -sappho

how was the characterization of peggy? it's my first time writing for her, and it was pretty interesting as compared to writing for natasha and wanda. i mean, peggy's speech is generally more refined, and i would think she would be more prudish about sex in general. (my personal opinion, i've never watched her series)

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[revelboo]

Oh, oh, oh!Are we about to have Prowl smut?

Of a sort. 18+ content 🌶️

Stand Too Close Pt 6

IDW Prowl x Reader

• There’s an awareness of you that’s new, dangerous and illicit. He keeps thinking of those angry eyes of yours, the feel of your little teeth biting him and it’s doing wholly inappropriate things to him. Filling his processor with hungry thoughts, like how those teeth would feel on his neck and the way you’d felt under him when he’d been mass displaced. Of how easily you fray his control, refusing to obey him or listen, always arguing and now he’s not entirely sure he’d want you to behave when making you affects him like this.

• He’s staring at you again, optics narrowed and angry. Like you’re a puzzle he can’t figure out and it’s pissing him off. That glower reminding you of the way he’d pinned you, the shock of those big hands on you and even worse, that you’d kind of enjoyed it. Because something is definitely wrong with you, something that makes you pay a lot more attention to your huge jailer and go out of your way to try and provoke him. Pushing his buttons, because he might lose his temper again. Pin you down. There’s something definitely wrong with you and your libido.

• “Don’t,” he growls, spotting you from the corner of his optic leaning over his datapad. “I swear to Primus.” Because you just arch a brow and swipe your palm across the surface in a gesture you have to have seen him make. One that erases the fragging screen. And the look you shoot him over your shoulder is an invitation. A challenge. Obscene.

• Hopefully whatever you just cleared wasn’t too important, because his door wings lift and shiver in outrage directed at you. “Oops,” you breathe, anticipation winding through you as he storms over to the desk and you retreat. “Too bad. Was that important?” And oh, he’s furious, big servos flexing as he plants his palms on the desk and you tense waiting for him vault up and mass shift. To come at you all fire and temper, but he hesitates. Head lowering and door wings fidgeting in little starts.

• You’re goading him on purpose. Servos splayed on the desk, he wants to get his hands on you. Watch those angry eyes flash at him and feel you struggle against him. Wants that a bit too much, his spike stirring and realization freezes him. It’s not just the satisfaction of dominating you, forcing your submission. He wants more. Primus, help him. What would Optimus or the others say if he claimed you that way? What’s wrong with him that he’s even considering it? It takes an effort to push away from the desk, leave his office and you standing there. As he goes out the door, he can almost swear you look disappointed.

• Retreating to his quarters, he tries to get himself back in control. You shouldn’t be able to get under his plating so easily. He shouldn’t care. You’re just a burden he’s been saddled with for one stupid mistake. Right? It’s not like he looks forward to arguing with you or seeing what you’ll do. That you meet his anger head on with your own and unlike him, you don’t have to play nice around the others. Sitting back on his berth, he runs a palm over his face, feeling his door wings still flicking. You’re not even near him and you’re still screwing with him. Making him want things he can’t have and shouldn’t want.

• Those eyes glaring up at him. Little teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He reaches up to swipe his thumb over his lip, finding no physical mark. But that bite has marked him in other ways, head falling back as he frees his spike and palms himself. Gives in to that hunger. Remembers how soft you’d been under him, your hips cradling his and being able to use one hand to pin both of your wrists. That’s how he imagines you as he lets his servos play over his spike before fisting himself. You’re like poison in his lines, spreading slowly. How many times has he indulged this same fantasy since you’d bit him? Too many times. Gritting his denta, he pumps his spike and wonders how you feel inside. If you can even take his spike and if you’d bite him again. Would those lovely eyes be angry as he rutted against you or lost in passion. Primus. There’s something very wrong with him and it’s you. Poisonous thoughts of you underneath him, thighs spread to welcome him, taking him deep. His servos aren’t gentle as he works himself, chasing the high and the fantasy. He’d pin you under him, take complete control. He sinks his denta into his own lip, snarling under his breath as he imagines rutting into you hard and fast. Taking everything and demanding more.

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WARNING: ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning. Strabo Plinth is a horrible father. Cussing. Older man/younger woman relationship implied (not Coriolanus x Reader tho), hints to poisoning/murder

You're in the kitchen helping Ma make some cookies whenever you heard a knock at the door. “I bet it's your Coryo.” Ma knowingly smiled. “Go on, spend some time with your friend.”

“But Ma-”

“I'll be fine making the cookies by myself, now go on and answer the door.”

You just smiled at your Ma before pulling off your apron and tossing it onto the counter. Quickly, you rushed out of the kitchen and over to the front door.

But instead of being met with Coryo, you were standing face to face with some man your father's age that had a little boy by his side. You noticed that the man has on a peacekeeper’s dress uniform with a General's mark on it. So, you figured it was one of your father's friends coming over to visit.

“My Pa’s in his study.” You informed the man, stepping aside so that him and his son could enter.

“You must be Y/N.” The man said, eying you up and down as if you were an Avox on the auction block. The smarmy look in his brown eyes made your skin crawl. “Strabo’s right, you're quite a beauty.” He grinned.

You felt relieved whenever you saw Coryo in the background, walking down the hall before you could close the door. Deciding to make a quick exit, because your father's friend was making you feel uneasy, you told the general, “Nice to meet you, but I see my friend in the hallway. Gotta go, bye.”

Before the general could stop you, you rushed out of the apartment and slammed the door shut behind you.

“Coryo!” You called out, causing him to flash you a smile, as you ran over to him.

“Darling, I was just coming over to see you.” Coryo grinned, wrapping you into a hug as soon as you two came face to face.

“Can we go to yours?” You asked, looking up at him. His perfectly sculpted brow rose in a silent question, causing you to tell your platinum blonde friend, “My father has a friend of his over, some general with a little kid, and I don't want to be ogled or stuck playing babysitter.”

Pulling back slightly and tilting his head, Coryo asked, “What do you mean ogled at, pretty girl?”

“The General looked at me like I'm an Avox on the auction block whenever I answered the door. I literally rushed out the door when I spotted you to get away from him.”

Breaking your high and grabbing your hand, he said, “Come on, I'm going to have a talk with Strabo and the General about his lecherous actions towards you.”

“Coryo-” You began to protest, since you just wanted to go to his penthouse, but he wasn't having it. Coryo interrupted you with, “I'm not gonna put up with one of your father's friends staring at you like a piece of meat at the market. You're my girl; deserve respect.”

“Your girl? But I thought we just became friends?” You asked the pretty blonde boy, who you've warmed up to in the last few weeks.

“Y/N, my darling, in my quest to make you genuinely like me; to befriend you, I've fallen, dare I say, deeply in love with you.”

Actually, Coriolanus has fallen obsessed with you, but to him obsession is love. And possession is love too. He had a very screwed up view of love, whether that be from the way he was raised or from his experiences in 12, but all that matters is that be believed he's in love with you.

His love confession took you aback; off guard. You weren't expecting Coryo to be in love with you. And, frankly, you didn't know what to think about that. How to feel about it.

“Coryo…” You trailed off, speechless. You just couldn't find the right words to express how you felt, but maybe that's because you’re confused at the moment.

Pausing in his steps, also causing you to stop, Coryo took your chin between his thumb and forefinger; tilting it up so your eyes locked onto his icy ones. “Don't say anything, darling. In time, you'll come to love me.” Removing his hand from your chin, only to gently stroke your cheek bone, he smiled, “You're indifference towards has turned to an affinity for friendship; it's a start to feelings of love.”

“I believe that I'll be able to love you the more we spend time together.” You confessed, truly believing that in time you'd learn to love him. He was your brother's best friend so he couldn't be that bad. Coryo, for Sej to care about him (You also think that Sejanus harbored some feelings for Coryo, but you’ll just keep that for yourself) has to have some goodness in him. Something to make him loveable.

Plus, so since agreeing to be friend, he's been nothing, but kind and charming to you. You've even found yourself excited for his visits, to spend time with him.

Yes, in time you'll fall in love with him.

Taking your hand in his once more, he thinly smiled, “Come on, I'll tell your father that I intend to court you and I'll also make sure that his friend, that General, knows how to act properly around you.”, while leading you the remaining few yards to your front door.

“I'm going to talk with Strabo for a bit, about my intentions of courting your daughter, but I'll pop back in to properly see what you're baking, Ma.” Coriolanus smoothly told your Ma as he escorted you into the kitchen, where Ma was still hard at work baking her biscochitos (a District 2 cookie).

Ma gasped, only to beam happily. Waving Coriolanus off with her hand, clutching a home sewn bird shaped potholder, she warmly said, “Go, go on. We'll be right here waiting for you.”

Coryo pecked you on the cheek before leaving you alone with Ma.

And it only took 2.5 seconds for your Ma to rush over to you. Pulling you into a warm, motherly embrace. “Oh, I'm so happy for you, sweetheart.” She told you, pulling away from the embrace and grabbing your hands. “Coryo will be a very good match for you; he'll be a husband that you'll be able to love.”

“You really think so, Ma?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face.

Having someone court you was no small thing. It meant that marriage was a certainty; it was the desired outcome. Courting was different from dating. With dating marriage wasn't an end goal set in stone, but with courting it was.

Coryo asking your Pa for permission to court you was, more or less, him asking for your hand. You knew that all you're good for in Strabo Plinth 's eyes is match, so you always expected to be married off and young. Especially after Sejanus' death and Coryo taking his place as the Plinth heir. You just never thought that the man asking to court you would be somebody you’d like.

Honestly, you never thought in your wildest dreams that Coriolanus Snow would be the one asking for your hand; to court you. But he is and you're actually happy about it.

“Oh, I know so, Y/N.” Ma assured you with a warm smile. “The way he looks at you- oh, sweetheart, he already loves you.” Your Ma swooned.

“Ma, the cookies!” You exclaimed, smelling a hint of burning in the air.

Ma dropped your hands and rushed over to the stove, rambling about how she forgot all about the cookies- blaming her excitement over you and Coryo's good.news.as the reason for forgetting.

Coriolanus didn't bother knocking when he entered Strabo Plinth's study. What he had to say was important, he didn't have time to knock. Not when your future with him was within reach.

Strabo Plinth and General Prometheus Byzantine were sitting on the large, overstuffed tan leather chairs tucked in the corner of the study- right in front of the large bookcase. They both looked up when the door opened, assuming that it was either Mrs. Plinth or you entering to serve them some tea, like a proper woman of District 2. Seeing Coriolanus walk in unannounced took both men by surprise.

The platinum blonde never came to see Strabo unless he was summoned or it was a night for one of the scheduled family dinners. And the General, well, he recognized Coryo as the boy you slammed a door in his face for. Your little friend that appeared in the hallway, who were all too excited to see.

Your father hand assured Prometheus that you didn't have friends, that the boy you were running off to was most likely just passing by or maybe dropping something off for him; that his heir and his daughter were in no way friendly with each other. That you might be throwing yourself at the boy in some misguided hope that you'll be kept in the Plinth Munitions loop, but that Coriolanus was a very ambitious young man with big dreams; had no time for your schoolgirl crush.

“Coriolanus, is there something you need, boy?” Strabo asked, looking at the platinum blonde as he marched across the study.

“Yea.” Coriolanus nodded. Pointing at General Byzantine, he told Strabo, “I want him to stop looking at Y/N like a piece of meat at the market. He might be your friend, but I won't put up with him making her uncomfortable with his lecherous looks.”

A cocky look appeared on the General's face as he told Coriolanus, “I can look at Miss Plinth anyways I want considering she's to be my wife at the end of the month.”

Coriolanus’ icy eyes burned with anger, his blood ran hit with hate, as he turned to Strabo and barked, “You can't marry her off to him! She belongs to me, I’m supposed to court her; marry her!”

Strabo let out a dark, sarcastic chuckle and shook his head. “I see my daughter's sunk her talons into you. What'd she do, spread her legs and guilt you into a proposal as a desperate attempt to get her hands on my company?”

Your father's remark pisses off Coryo. How could your Pa think so low of you. Think that you'd seduce him like some common whore, just to get a piece of the heirship? You're not that kind of girl. You're good and kind. A bit reserved and offish until you feel safe and comfortable enough to open up. Fuck, only the gods know how hard he's worked to get you to notice him; to trust him and open up.

“Strabo, you assured me that she's a virgin. We'll have to rediscuss the bridal price if she's been ruined.” General Byzantine told his old friend, acting as if Coriolanus wasn't even in the room.

Coryo wanted to strangle that old geezer general for the way he's talking about you. That motherfucker! He's not going to marry you and he's definitely not going to lay a single fucking finger on you. Coryo won't let that happen.

You're his!

His, his, his!

“You're both fucked up, talking about my darling like she's something to be traded. My girl's not for sale.” Coriolanus angrily spat before storming out of the study.

He’s going to get you from the kitchen and bring you home with him. You're not safe here.

And you won't be safe until he gets rid of Strabo; the General too.

But don't worry, he'll get rid of them soon. Because his girl’s not an Avox to be sold at auction. No, you're the girl who smells like blueberries, the girl that stole his heart without even trying, and you deserve nothing but the best. The best just happens to be him, the boy that smells like roses, who will kill with poison to keep you safe.

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[jtl07]

Prompt: Hickey 💋

anon you’re brilliant with these prompts lol - for this one, let’s go with some kind of modern cafe au 

“Are you mad at Beatrice or something?” 

Ava jumps at the voice behind her, would’ve whacked Hans in the face had it not been for his expertly timed dodge. “What? No - of course not -” 

Hans cuts off her fluster with a raised eyebrow. “Then why have you been glaring at her all morning?” 

“I’m not glaring,” Ava mutters as she goes back to cleaning the already clean counter with her damp towel.

The ‘her’ in question is seated at the table she usually takes by the window, book in hand like always on the weekends. Unlike the weekdays, Beatrice lets herself linger, lets herself loosen: hair pulled back in a bun but not as tight, evidenced by the handful of strands she reaches up to tuck behind her ear every few minutes. The ends of her hair brush the side of her neck where the subject of Ava’s not-glaring sits, red and prominent.  

It had been a surprise to notice the mark when Beatrice had stepped up to the counter to ask for her usual weekend order (a lavender London Fog that Ava had convinced her to try several weeks ago because you deserve to treat yourself, Bea and, to Ava’s giddy delight, Beatrice hasn’t strayed from it since) but it’s not that Ava wasn’t happy for Beatrice, she was! Very happy for her! And proud of her for owning it, not hiding it, not hiding herself. 

Still. 

“I’m sorry to bother,” and Ava jumps a second time, Hans dodging her flying limbs yet again, and turns to find Beatrice at the counter with her beautiful, marred neck. It’s a good neck, Ava thinks; wonders how whoever left the mark had been able to restrain themselves to leaving only one. 

“It’s no bother at all,” Hans answers and Ava realizes she’d completely missed Beatrice’s request. Hans hands Beatrice a glass of water, then - to Ava’s utter horror - gestures towards Beatrice’s neck. “Wild night?” he asks grinning as he casts a not-so-subtle glance at Ava, who very barely keeps from kicking him.

Beatrice blinks, her hand rising up to the side of her neck. “Oh, this?” She laughs, wry, and screw kicking Hans in the shins, Ava’s going to strangle him because the last thing she wants is to hear this, to hear about someone else’s hands on Beatrice, someone else’s mouth - 

“We were training gi chokes at BJJ yesterday,” Beatrice explains, her eyes flitting from Hans to Ava. “My partner needed a bit of extra practice.” 

Ava blinks. “So it’s a gi hickey?” she blurts out before she realizes her mouth has opened. 

A laugh surprises its way past Beatrice’s lips. “I suppose,” she says. Frowns. “It’s not … inappropriate is it? I’m afraid I don’t have much, well, any experience with hickeys in general -” 

“No, it’s great,” Ava says, stepping closer to reassure - only to bump into the edge of the counter. “It looks good on you. You should get more.” Winces, at her words words and the sore spot at her ribs. 

Beatrice blushes, but to Ava’s surprise, she doesn’t back down. Doesn't look away - instead, eyes her ever closer. “Is -” Ava watches a flash of pink licks across Beatrice's bottom lip “- Are you offering?”

Ava’s jaw goes slack and her mind goes blank for who knows how long - she recovers only by the sound of Hans’ snort behind her (she throws the damp towel on the counter behind her without looking and hears the satisfying slap and muffled gasp when it lands on Hans’ face). “I mean, I’d take you out to dinner first.” 

Beatrice nods fervently, somehow even redder than before. The blush climbs up her neck, the mark there blending in, as if washed away.

Ava grins. She’ll give her a real one soon enough. 

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

hi!!! congratulations on your 1k followers!! your blog is so great and you deserve each one of them!! i wanted to request a ficlet with the following picks: P, zombie apocalypse au, hurt comfort and 🔪!! can't wait to see what you come up with, congratulations again!! -@steveseddie

Aw, that's so lovely, thank you! This one was a lot of fun to figure out, and of course it has grown a little plot already. 😅

My world ends (without you)

Rated: E (for blood and violence)

Words: 997

Tags: Zombie Apocalypse AU; Established relationship; Blood and violence; Steve Harrington whump

One time, shortly after they lost Eddie, Max asked Steve if he never got mad. She didn't look at him, just continued staring ahead, knees hugged to her chest. Her face was dotted crimson from their latest run-in with the dead, like a smattering of extra freckles.

“Do you even care at all? About what happened to Eddie?” 

“Of course,” Steve said, fingernails digging crescents into his palm. “He was my friend.” 

She huffed. “Friend, yeah. Whatever. Point is, I'd be furious at these undead fuckheads, but you? You're so calm. I don't get it.” 

Steve hummed, thinking about how to explain. 

“Of course I'm mad,” was what he settled on. “But you gotta keep a level head, or you'll do stupid things. I got you kids to protect. And besides, you think those undead fuckheads asked for this? It's the damn virus that's screwing us all over.” 

It's funny how he remembers this now, months later, huddled into the shelter of a tree and peeling his pants away from his bleeding leg. Part of him is still hoping it's something else - that he cut himself falling through that window, that one of his last bullets ricocheted and got him, fuck, please anything but this. 

But it is. 

The teeth marks in his flesh, the way the wound is already festering and turning black, tell him all he needs to know. 

“Fuck!” he swears, falling backwards and staring up at the darkening sky through stinging eyes. His hand twitches for his gun - he'd rather end it now than happening upon Robin or the kids later - but then he remembers he's out of ammunition. There's nothing he can do. 

Nothing but lie here and let the fever take him and hope that whoever finds him puts a quick end to it. 

*

He doesn't expect to wake up again, not as himself. When he does, his head is cradled in someone's lap and for a moment, he thinks he's back at their camp with Robin, that it was all a nightmare. But then he realizes he's still in the forest and the pain in his leg hits him like a ton of bricks. 

“-quite the number on you, huh, big boy?” 

Steve's groan turns into a gasp. 

“Eddie? This isn't real, you're dead.” 

Eddie grins, briefly. It tugs on the big, gnarly scar covering his jaw and the side of his face, just where Steve saw him get bitten. Then, his face settles back into grim determination. 

“How long?” 

Steve blinks against the confusion and the fever. “Huh?” 

“Your leg, Stevie. How long since the bite?” 

“I … I dunno,” Steve slurs. His head is pounding. He's burning inside. “Few hours?” 

Eddie nods. “Gotta be quick then. Sorry, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” 

He places Steve's head on the ground, bustling around with something in the fire he has built next to their spot.

“What’re you-” Steve starts to say, trying to sit. That's when he realizes his wrists are tied above his head and panic kicks alive behind his ribcage. “Eddie?” 

When Eddie turns, he's holding a knife. The blade is glowing orange.

“No,” Steve breathes, feebly straining against his bonds. “Nonono, Eddie, please!” 

“Hey,” Eddie says. “Remember when we first met?” 

The question comes from so far out of left field that Steve forgets to struggle. Eddie’s eyes are dark and serious in the firelight. 

“You said to make it outta this, we gotta trust each other. You trust me?” 

Steve doesn’t even hesitate. He nods. Eddie smiles, brief but pleased. 

“Then let's go.” 

Something nudges against Steve’s lips, something dry and leathery - a belt. 

“You'll wanna bite down on something,” Eddie says, regret in his eyes. “Believe me.” 

Swallowing down the humiliation burning in his throat, Steve opens his mouth. 

“Atta boy,” Eddie praises, but the joke falls flat between them. “Let's fucking do this.” 

And Steve's world disappears behind a wall of pain. 

*

“Y’know,” Eddie murmurs. He's propped them up against the tree trunk, Steve’s head tucked under his chin, fingers combing Steve's sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “I'd be lying if I told ya I never thought of tying you up and gagging you with my belt, but this was not what I imagined.” 

Steve scoffs weakly, eyes straying down to his bandaged leg. “Did it work?” 

Eddie shrugs. “Think so. Henry says you gotta cut the infection out before it spreads, but how much time you got depends on a lot of factors. Your fever seems to be under control , so that's good, but lemme know if you develop any unusual cravings. Brains, raw meat, that kinda-” 

“Woah, hold on, who's Henry? Did he …” 

Eddie interrupts his ramble when Steve’s fingers find the new scar on his jaw. He allows Steve to map the shape of it for a while before catching his fingers and pressing a kiss to them. 

“Yeah. He's head of a safe zone, about twenty miles north from here. He's a scientist … well, used to be, and … Stevie, he thinks he knows how to cure it.” 

“What? Eddie, that's incredible, where- We gotta tell the others, we gotta-” Steve has hardly startled upright when Eddie guides him back down. 

“Right now, honey, all we gotta do is let you rest. Plenty of time to break the good news to the others tomorrow.” 

And maybe it's the pain, or maybe it's the blood loss, or maybe it's the overwhelming bliss of having Eddie back, but Steve doesn’t find it in himself to argue. 

“Alright,” he whispers, letting his head sag against Eddie’s chest and allowing the gentle rhythm of his beating heart to lull him to sleep. “Just … don't leave again.” 

Eddie kisses the top of his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” 

He's broken that promise before. There's no guarantee he won't break it again, not in this fucked up nightmare they live in. But Steve trusts him. 

That has to be enough. 

Man, that Henry sounds like a swell fella, I'm sure nothing will go wrong.

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[in-som-niyah]

Imagine Jason being your first time and making love to you while this song plays in the background…

“Show me your broken heart and all your scars”

Jason’s warm and gentle hand traces the plush of your stomach. He traces over stretch marks, bruises and bumps he knows you tend to get in your head about. He notices your eyes are screwed shut and you were tense, almost bracing yourself for something…

“Hey darling open those pretty eyes and look at me hm?”

He kisses your nose and looks into your eyes

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love every *kiss* part *kiss* of *kiss* you *kiss* Yeah?”

You nod weakly, still unsure.

“I need words pretty girl” he gently reminds.

“O-okay” you reply, relived but not totally convinced.

“As I am, Baby won’t you take me as I am”

Jason was no stranger to insecurity. His scars that littered his body from head to toe haunted him like a disobedient shadow, always in the fucking way.

You silently knew of this. When he was inches deep in you, chain dangling above your chest, hands tangled in the warmth of your body, you couldn’t help but explore his. Your fingers found their place on his chest and gently followed his biggest scar.

You felt him shiver, and you pulled him down to you and whispered “It’s beautiful… you’re gorgeous” in his ear.

This made his heart swell, cheeks heat up and heart beat incredibly faster.

“Can’t do that to me sweetheart… Don’t lie to me baby. Please.” Jason says between pants. His hips snap into yours in tandem with his breathing, hitting all the right spots inside you.

He was desperate now, his emotions all over the place as he poured his bruised heart out to you with each thrust. His insecurities getting the best of him by each passing second, you could tell he was feeling vulnerable and scared.

“Oh Jay. Look at me.” you whisper while looking into his eyes.

He screws his eyes shut, terrified of the pity, or dishonesty he may find in your eyes.

“C-Cant…Please” He mumbles

You cup his cheek and place your hand on his chest to slow his hips.

“Yea you can love. Look at me.” You say as you move your head to meet his closed eyes.

Jason slowly opens his eyes as you wipe a fallen tear with your thumb rubbing his cheek.

“There is no one in the world I would rather touch or be close to than you Jay. Nothing you say, do or feel can change that. Certainly not a scar from a past you made the best of. I’m proud of you, and I love you.”

Jason brings his hand to the back of your neck and guides your lips to his, taking your breaths and moans as he picks up the pace once again.

You both turn into moaning messes as you near your peaks.

“L-Love you too Y/N. Every day. Never ever stop- fuck…”

[halosdiary]

Unbirthday | Kento Nanami x Reader | 呪術廻戦

Synopsis: You're trying to get your serious boyfriend to celebrate his birthday.

A/N: This is a PERSONAL Nanami day for me, I wanted to make it special.

Word Count: 1.1k

Unbirthday ● The concept of an unbirthday implies freedom from norms.

You sat on the couch opposite Kento, watching with a pout as he read his book. He had been ignoring you all evening and you desperately wanted some attention.

It wasn't like he never gave you any, but he just never seemed to take a hint. Then again, you were always vague, being too shy to ask him what you wanted, which explained a lot.

Still, he was a smart guy. He knew what you wanted and when.

You were sitting impatient, tapping your foot. You were trying to find ways to speak my mind , but it always came back to bite you in the ass.

"..." you reached out to speak to him, but then drew back.

You turn back at the clock,  time felt like an eternity. Why was this so damn hard to say to him?

Kento glanced at you while reading his book. Despite knowing how restless and bored you were by how you were fiddling with your hands and tapping your foot, he ignored you.

After reading a few more lines, he looked at you again, his eyes slowly moving from your face to your foot that was tapping impatiently.

"You're gonna burn a hole through the floor if you keep that up."

You foot came to a halt. You stopped what you were doing and just looked at him.

"Kento..?" You said softly. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kento looked at you with a slight frown. He put the book down in his lap with his index finger still in it, marking the page.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."

He didn't say anything else and continued reading his book. You knew he could tell you had something to say since he was good at reading you.

You took a long deep breath, this was now or never for me. You couldn't screw this up. You exhaled and stared the man straight in his eye.

"Kento, I don't really know how to say, without screwing it up, but. I'd like to take you out for dinner." You finally confessed.

Kento closed the book in his lap, his eyes still on the cover. He didn't say anything and seemed to be contemplating your words. After a few more moments of silence, he let out a light sigh and said,

"Is there a special occasion?"

You wanted to fall back in frustration, you knew he was a busy man, but what kind of man FORGETS his birthday?!

"Yes. There is." You sat perfectly still.

Kento's silence was deafening as he finally looked up at you after your response. He stared at you for a few seconds before he realized what you meant.

"Oh."

He leaned back on the couch cushion. You could tell he was contemplating on whether he wanted to celebrate his birthday or not.

"You don't have to do anything for my birthday. I don't care for it."

"Wait, you KNEW?!" You said to him with shock.

Kento's expression turned into a frown again. "Of course, I knew. Did you really think someone like me would forget my own birthday?"

He raised his eyebrows at you, seemingly offended.

"No, I meant me trying to spoil my boyfriend—" You said to him, blushing a bit at the title.

Kento chuckled lighty at the word "boyfriend". He was never fond of labels and he always found using that word as cringy, but he liked seeing your reaction every time you said it.

"You don't have to spoil me. I told you I don't care for birthdays, especially mine."

"Well you should, Mr. Nanami!" You cried to him.

Kento let out a deep sigh and ran a hand down his face in slight frustration.

"And why should I?" He asked, his brows furrowed. "What's the big deal about celebrating my birthday?"

"You may not see it as a big deal, but as someone who cares about you, I want to celebrate with you.  My boyfriend.." You pouted a bit to make it more convincing.

Despite having an indifferent exterior, Kento was actually a softie at heart. And he has a weak spot when it comes to you.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact since he knew if he saw your pouting, he would give in.

"Fine. You can take me out to dinner, but nothing too fancy. I don't like spending money on unnecessary things."

"Well, you should have thought of that, when you said yes to dating me." You stated to him with a smirk.

"As your partner,  it's my job to male sure you're happy and give you nice things~" You continued to tease, but you did slip him a small nicely wrapped gift for him and handed it to him.

Kento reluctantly took the gift and looked at it with a disapproving grumble.

"I told you not to waste your money on something unnecessary."

He began to carefully rip the wrapping paper off, as if he was scared something would jump out at him.

You smiled at him as he opened the gift. You worked very hard on finding something like it.

After he peeled off all the wrapping paper, his eyes slowly went over the contents in the box.

He picked up a leather-strapped, silver wristwatch and looked at it with an almost admiring gaze.

He didn't say anything, but you could see the hint of a smile forming on his lips.

"Do you like it?" You asked him with much anticipation.

Kento carefully examined the watch, his eyes studying every little detail. He finally looked up at you and his lips formed a small smile.

"It's nice," he mumbled, his eyes returning to the watch. "But you shouldn't have wasted money on me. I told you I don't want anything fancy."

You felt your face heat up, you knew this, but you only wanted what was best for him.

"I know. But you deserve it, because..I love you, Kento." You confessed to him.

Kento looked up at you again when you confessed your love for him. He wasn't used to those three words being thrown at him, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like hearing them from you.

He didn't reply immediately, his hand gently caressing the watch in his palm.

"I don't know what I did in my life to deserve someone like you," he muttered quietly, still avoiding eye contact.

"You may be mysterious,  but that's what I love about you, Kento." You leaned in closer and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

Kento let out another deep sigh, but you could see a hint of flusteredness creeping onto his face. He still wasn't used to displays of affection, especially in the form of kisses.

He grumbled under his breath as you planted a kiss on his cheek, his hold on the gift tightening slightly.

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[the-modern-typewriter]

hii I was wondering if you wanted to do a snippet about a thief stealing from assassin/vigilante and then getting cornered later when they think they’ve gotten away

thank you sm I’ve always loved your writing <3

"Did you know," the voice said, "that they used to chop the hands off thieves?"

The thief whirled with a yelp.

Their mark caught their wrists, snake-quick, in an unyielding grip and smiled.

The thief's heart jumped into their throat.

"Did someone tell you to steal from me, little thief." Their not-so-victim swaggered a looming step closer, towering over them. "Or was it all your own idea? Think carefully."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

They raised their brows. Their grip tightened.

The thief yanked at their hands, a gasp of pain on their lips.

Of course, they'd been caught before. Especially in the early days of their heisting career there had been moments when they'd ended up hurtling down the streets, zig-zagging, shouts rising behind them. But more and more...

Well, for one, they'd quickly stopped pickpocketing. Most of the people truly worth robbing weren't the sort casually strolling down the street with cash in the pockets. They lived in their own exclusive world, chaperoned from moment to moment in sleek cars. Being a proper thief, one that really made gold, was about fitting in. It was about persuading rich folk to hand over their money. It was a sleight of hand of confidence and hacking.

"I'd start with your little finger," their mark murmured, almost reverent. "Then start cutting the rest of those quick, clever digits."

The thief's mouth went sick-dry. Hangover, just-thrown-up, scorched.

"I'll give it back," the thief said.

"Better," their mark said, and brought the thief's hands up to their lips to press a kiss of thanks. "But not what I asked."

The thief thought they might pass out on the spot. Still. They squared their shoulders. They tried to look cool, and roguish, and like they could double-wield daggers. They couldn't.

"How did you find me? Who are you?"

"Not," the other sing-songed, "what I asked."

"My idea," the thief bit out. "Because you're a rich jerk."

Their mark didn't laugh, but the laugh tucked into the corners of their lips as they smiled.

"I'm Marauder."

The colour drained from the thief's face. Their hands went slack in the vigilante's hold. "No - but you -"

"You didn't know?" the vigilante asked. They clicked their tongue. "You should have deep-dived your research. Sloppy." Their gaze flicked over the thief. "Cute, but sloppy."

The thief gave a fervent shake of the head. In hindsight, it made a horrible amount of sense. A screwed up, non-parental Bruce Wayne sort of sense.

"See, when I steal from people," the vigilante said, "I steal from the bad guys. A Robin Hood act, if you like. But you...tut, tut."

"I said I'd give it back. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry you got caught."

"No shit." It came out slightly hysterical. The thief felt a little hysterical. "I thought you were another rich asshole."

"Oh," the vigilante purred, "I'm definitely a rich asshole. Just not the worst out there."

The thief eyed them, warily. They knew, intellectually, that was true. In practice, news stories of violence and wrath and cut-throat justice flashed through their head. The vigilante was merciless in the pursuit of what they thought was right.

They wanted to say that stealing probably wasn't the worst thing ever, and the vigilante probably had way bigger priorities, but it wouldn't quite come out. Their hands felt very fragile.

"Which is why," the vigilante said, "I'm here instead of the police. I think I can use you. Your skills. We could make this city better."

"I don't think I want to rob the kind of people you fight. But thanks."

"Tough."

The thief swallowed. "You really should just send me to jail. Thanks."

The vigilante smiled again. "Is that really want you want?"

"You don't need me."

"No, but I want you. You're good. With me on your side, you could be the best. Consider it community service."

"I'm giving you your stuff back."

"Too late." The vigilante finally let go of their hands. "You steal from me, and I'll steal you back. We're going to have so much fun together, little thief."

[banggyu0308]

poor baby’s gonna cum isnt he?

but make it corruption w kai

The way I left plant anonie a corrupting Kai ask before this ;-;

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Warnings: kinda perv reader, corruption kink, subby hyuka, mutual masturbation (kinda?), handjob, unprotected sex, not proofread 

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It’s perfect normal to want to see your best friend a whimpering, panting mess, isn’t it?

Especially when he gets all excited to show you his new plushy, a cute little penguin that reminds you of him, a wide grin on his face.

He was so innocent… if only he knew you weren’t, thinking all kinds of filth about him.

That’s when it started… you being a little more touchy with him, lingering touches and innocent seeming cuddles, you sitting in his lap jokingly only to move around just so you could feel him press into you. Little pecks on his forehead that eventually moved to his cheek, which moved to his lips the week after that, all in a way that still felt to him like you were his friend.

But slowly, slowly he starts to feel a little tug, a little nag at the edge of his mind that leads him to sneak a hand down his pants and stroke his hard-on, images of you running through his head, practically silent little whimpers of your name leaving his mouth.

And of course, you happen to be at the dorm that day, let in by Soobin who left moments after you. And how happy you are to hear little gasps coming from Kai’s room, especially when your name joins them.

His door is open and you silently enter the room, taking a seat on Taehyun’s bed. You bite your lower lip watching him palming himself, his eyes screwed shut and his chest heaving up and down. Your right hand makes its way down your pants to tease your clit and you press your lips close together to trap any moans threatening to leave.

Your own eyes close and a shocked, “y/n?” comes from the other side of the room.

You wince slightly and open your eyes to find Kai looking at you, wide-eyed and surprised. His hand frozen halfway down his dick, he just goes still, an embarrassed blush running its way up his neck and cheeks.

“Kai- I…” you exhale, then pause when he shakes his head.

“No, it’s alright…” he says, cheeks still flushed. Your eyes trail to the hand wrapped around his dick, and when he gives you a shaky nod, you move to replace his hand with yours.

Kai’s chest shudders and he closes his eyes, relaxing into your touch. But as you begin to slide your hand up and down, his hips buck up into your fist and a soft whimper leaves his lips.

His incoherent whines grow louder as you quicken your pace, and then he manages to gasp out, “no more, please, wanna be, inside, please?”

A slight smirk tugs at your lips, and without a word you tug off your shirt and pants, not bothering with your panties or bra, simply pulling your panties to the side. You move so he’s aligned perfectly with you and a shaky exhale leaves you when his tip grows your entrance. 

Your best friend practically writhes beneath you when your ass finally meets his pelvis, his hands moving to grip your waist. A tremble can be felt throughout his whole body and his eyes flutter closed when you begin to bounce just a little, just enough for him to hit your perfect spots dead-on.

His lips part in a silent moan, and you can’t help but lean forward and press your lips against his. A small mewl leaves his lips for yours, and you smirk when his hips stutter slightly.

“Poor baby’s gonna cum, isn’t he?” You coo mockingly, grinding your hips against his at a brutal pace, lips pressed to his temple. 

Kai nods quickly, pathetic whimpers escaping his lips. His hips rut back against yours and a small gasp bubbles from his throat before you feel his cum spurt into you, his dick pressed tight between your gummy walls. You nip slightly at his neck to leave a mark, never stopping your movements, especially when your clit grinds perfectly against his pelvis.

Your whole body quivers with the force of your orgasm, your breath shaking out against the skin of his neck.

Only when you’re done convulsing around him do you bother looking down at his face, perfect features contorted into the most fucked-out expression you’ve ever seen.

Just how you thought he would look.

[witchwyfe]

heaven to touch [sh]

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: making out in steve’s car :) , allusions to smut

| word count: 792

“Y’sure no one can see us?” You wonder, not a hint of concern lacing your tone. You’re too busy making yourself comfortable on your boyfriend’s lap, thighs dragging against his.

“Positive babe,” He sighs, not in exasperation, but at the feeling of you in his lap, your warm weight evoking a spark in him. 

On one of Steve’s rare days off, the two of you had spent the day together, and on the ride back from the movies, you’d decided you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. So now, the two of you sat in his driveway, sun sinking prettily in the sky, as you cram together in the driver’s seat.  

A soft sigh flutters from your lips, brushing against Steve’s lips before you lean in to kiss him. His large palms hold your waist, pressing you against him. The warmth from his hands radiates into your skin, heat and close proximity making you feel woozy and lightheaded. 

Steve loves the way you’re straddling him, revels in it, and he drags you higher up his lap, as close as can be. You remove your lips from his, relocating to his neck. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, in attempt to hold in the groans and soft sighs from escaping his lips. The gentle drag of your teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck rips a hiss from between his teeth, eyes screwed shut. You laugh, lips still on his neck, pleased with the effect you have on him. 

“No need to keep quiet,” You say breathily. “Wanna hear you baby.”

He whines, the reverberations of your laughter hitting his neck. Your hand pushes firmly on his shoulder, your other hand gripping a handful of his hair to force his head back. Your lips make their way to the now exposed part of his neck and jaw, mouth pulling together to leave a little mark behind on Steve’s skin.

“Baby, baby,” He whimpers, fingers curling into his grip on your hips. Your lips meet the spot behind his ear, sucking the skin ever so gently. You coax another whine from him, as well as utterings of your name.

“Baby, please,” He’s breathing heavily, head thrown back against the car seat head rest.

“What is it Steve?” You wonder breathily, lips still on his skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“I-I,” Steve stumbles over his words, thoughts of you clouding any coherent thing his brain could conjure up. You chuckle darkly, index finger toying with the neckline of his cotton shirt.

“C’mon baby,” You start, lips mouthing a path down his neck. “just gotta tell me.” You punctuate your words with a quick drag of teeth against his jugular, the lightest touch possible, but it still makes him shiver. The warm press of your palms on his neck makes him hot, sweat dribbling down his temple.

Finally, finally your mouth hovers above his, warm breath against his lips, lingering less than an inch away. 

“Baby, please.” He whines, eyes welling up in desperation. His lips are bitten pink, cheeks flushed and sweaty and you smirk, running a hand through his hair.

“Patience, pretty boy,” You simper, lips at his clavicle. Polished fingernails dance across his chest, mouth working another dark spot onto his neck. Steve squirms, realizing just how badly he wants to be kissed, needs to.

Once you’re ready, you slowly lower your lips to Steve’s, taking them in a gentle kiss. He sighs, relishing in the feeling of your soft lips on his. You taste like cherry Chapstick and the Slurpee you had earlier. His tongue swipes your lower lip, asking for permission, when you part your lips, he sighs again, heart thrumming against his chest.

Steve’s hands find your waist, curling in desire. You kiss him harder, passion bleeding through with every touch. Your movements melt into his, until you don’t feel like two separates, but one. Everything disappears, Steve’s thoughts and feelings are flooded with you, your scent in his nose, your taste in his mouth, and only your name on his lips.

“I love you,” You sigh against him, your knees weakening when he delicately bites your lip. Steve’s hold on you is firm, but gentle, as if you’re made of glass and he doesn’t want to drop you. But it tightens ever so slightly when those words fall from your lips.

“I love you,” Steve groans when you roll your hips against him, warmth spreading in his stomach and chest.

You both jump when your back presses the horn, ripping you out of your desire-clouded bubble.

Steve pulls back with a giddy yet sheepish smile, cheeks flushed.

"Maybe we should continue this inside?" He wonders cheekily.

“Yeah, but hurry up handsome, need to feel you.”

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[malk1ns]

sid/anyone you want - #89 “Your thighs are shaking so much.” i loved your sensitive sidgeno fic 🩷

smut prompts here :)

"Hold on, baby," Sid croons, pressing a kiss to the inside of Zhenya's knee. "Keep yourself open for me."

Zhenya screws his eyes shut as he spreads his legs wider, pulling back on his legs to open himself up even more to Sid's gaze.

His fingers are digging into the backs of his thighs so hard he wonders if he'll bruise. He doesn't bruise easily, not from hockey and not from sex, something that Sid has always seemed to take personally, littering Zhenya's body with fingerprints and teeth marks, pressing down as they fade away to make Zhenya flinch and squirm into his touch.

His thighs are sensitive, though, thin-skinned and hairless, and Zhenya thinks about what it would look like, if he came into the locker room with finger-bruises marching up and down the back of his legs. Would anyone figure out what he's been sneaking around doing?

He feels his dick drool out a smear of precome as he thinks about it, and Sid chuckles, low and throaty. "You like putting yourself on display for me like this?"

A hot flush crawls up Zhenya's neck. He can't open his eyes, doesn't want to see the way Sid is looking at him, greedy and possessive with it, like Zhenya is a particularly prized piece of art Sid keeps in his bedroom.

Sid's fingers are light and teasing on Zhenya's balls, over his shaft, flicking at the head of his dick and making it leak into his bellybutton even more. "Nice," Sid says appreciatively, and before Zhenya can open his mouth to complain, to try to put some words together to coax Sid into doing something, the mattress creaks as Sid shifts down and puts his mouth to Zhenya's hole.

"Oh ffffffuck," Zhenya moans, squeezing his thighs so hard his fingers cramp in an effort to keep from dropping his legs and wrapping them around Sid's head. Sid hums, licking at Zhenya's rim, messy and loud in the quiet room, and Zhenya's cheeks burn at the sound. The soundproofing in this hotel is shit; whenever they stay here, Zhenya's heard guys hooking up every time he's walked down to the ice machine, and he imagines someone pausing outside his room, maybe putting an ear to the door and hearing Zhenya moan and pant and curse as Sid eats him out like he's a girl, some puckbunny he picked up at the bar and took home to use for a night.

Zhenya cracks an eye open and looks down, past his heaving chest to where Sid's buried between his legs. He's moved up to lick messily at Zhenya's crotch, tonguing and nipping at his balls and making Zhenya quiver. All Zhenya can see is Sid's dark hair, curling at the sides where he's sweating lightly.

Sid looks up and meets Zhenya's eyes, winking at him as he sucks at Zhenya's taint, and Zhenya groans, dropping his head back against the pillow and staring at the ceiling.

"Mmm," Sid says, lips buzzing against Zhenya's sensitive skin. "Yeah, I love when you're loud, baby." He moves back down and licks sloppily over Zhenya's hole, wet enough that Zhenya feels like he's dripping for it, then works a finger in, not quite slowly enough to make up for the lack of lube.

"Sid!" Zhenya gasps, shocked at the intrusion, but Sid's tongue is soothing and his mouth is soft, and he finds Zhenya's prostate like he's magnetized to it, pressing down and rubbing as his tongue slips in just the littlest bit.

Sid's fingers are thick and callused, rough in all the right spots, and it doesn't take long for Zhenya's legs to tingle, for heat to pool at the base of his spine. His thighs clench; all he wants to do is reach down and grab his dick, stroke himself off while watching Sid eat him out, but Sid told him to stay spread, so he grits his teeth and arches his back, pretending like he's humping something more than air.

Sid's breath is coming in hot puffs against his skin; he's turned on too, Zhenya can tell by the little sounds he's making, the way he's shifting on the bed like he's grinding his hips down against the mattress. He's come in his boxers like this before, so turned on that he can't help himself, and as much as Zhenya pouts and complains about not getting to suck Sid off, it's incredibly hot.

"Baby, your legs are shaking," Sid rasps, pulling back far enough to speak. He sneaks a hand up and takes Zhenya's dick in his other hand, the one inside twisting and pressing even harder against Zhenya's prostate. "You're close, huh. Don't worry, I'll get you there."

"Please," Zhenya begs, far past shame, far past caring how loud he is. Sid spits on his dick and starts stroking him, hard and fast, and bends back down to suck hard at Zhenya's rim, and the double assault is too much, Zhenya comes with a cry, thrashing his head back and forth as he rides it out.

"Oh god," he finally groans, unclenching his hands and letting his legs fall to the bed, bending his knees out to accommodate Sid. "Fuck, Sid, so good, your mouth."

"You're so hot," Sid pants, kneeing his way up until he's straddling Zhenya's chest. "God, I'm gonna come so fast. Open up, baby, I've got a fat load for you."

Obediently, Zhenya opens his mouth, lets Sid rest the tip of his dick on his tongue as he strokes himself off. Sid's face is red and his mouth is wet, and Zhenya wants him to come all over Zhenya's face, to rub it in and not let him wash it off. Zhenya wants to bury his face into Sid's armpit, into the crease of his thighs where he smells like sweat and musk and a little like hockey gear and never leave.

"Unh," Sid grunts, hunching his shoulders as he comes into Zhenya's mouth. Zhenya swallows, licking his lips to make sure he got everything, and Sid groans, flopping onto the bed next to him. "Nice," he says sleepily, holding his hand up.

Zhenya rolls his eyes but returns the fist-bump, turning onto his side so he can look over Sid's body, his strong back and fat ass and huge thighs, skin milk-white from lack of sun exposure.

"Hey," Sid says, turning his head and peeking one eye at Zhenya. "Whose room is next to yours?"

Zhenya shrugs. "Don't know," he says, getting a handful of Sid's ass and squeezing. "Maybe Karl?"

"Shit," Sid mutters. "He gave us so much shit last time he was next to you. Let's use my room next time."

Zhenya snorts. "He lies. He not hear anything, too busy having phone sex with Mel. He's use those big headphones, like, can't hear nothing except his phone."

"Wait, he has phone sex?" Sid says. "Have you heard? Is it any good?"

"No, it's like, worst, so cheesy," Zhenya groans theatrically, smiling as Sid laughs, launching into a re-enactment of the last time he'd been forced to listen.

Maybe he exaggerates a little. But he likes listening to Sid laugh like that.

[elthadriel]

(predictable request) codyfox? ❤️

There are cams all over Kamino, but not everywhere. Learning where the blind spots are is as valuable as any skill Seventeen teaches them.

Cody gets to latemeal before Tens. He sits with Bly, who doesn't apologise for his role in Tens sabotage during the training sim, but also doesn’t comment when Cody mostly ignores him, watching Tens arrive, collect his tray and sit on the edge of another group of command cadets. Cody will find a way to even the score with Bly later. Tens is the more pressing concern.

 Tens looks up once, catches Cody watching, sneers , and deliberately doesn’t look back at him. It’s an increasingly familiar sort of anger that Tens ignoring him pulls out of Cody. It’s hot and squirming and overwhelms all the steady consideration that makes him one of the best.

The best.

Or he would be if Tens would stop screwing him over.

He clenches his jaw, his face hot, his fist clenched.

He knows where the blind spots are between here and their pods, he’ll take care of this.

Tens eats slowly, acting like he’s listening to the conversation going on around him, pushing food around his tray, and rarely actually putting anything in his mouth. As though Cody can’t be patient.

Oh-Six and Blitz join Cody and Bly, eat, and leave. Bly finishes his own food and puts down his fork, but waits silently until Tens finally stands. Bly looks over his shoulder and follows suit, picking up both his and Cody’s trays.

“I’ll cover for you both,” he says. “Don’t leave marks where Seventeen will see.”

Cody clicks his tongue. He doesn’t need the advice—none of them are unfamiliar with unsanctioned fighting. Cody is on his feet the moment Tens is out of the room. He moves quickly to catch up, but he already knows it won’t be necessary. Tens is a slippery maggot, but he’s not a coward.

Cody catches up with him just a corridor out from the mess hall. Tens does turn then, glancing once over his shoulder and ducks into a fresher.

“Out,” he snaps to the room. Cody doesn’t recognise the cadet that dashes out past him, still tucking himself away. He’s got some survival instincts at least.

There’s cams in the fresher, but they don’t cover the back corner. It’s a small space to fight in—they’ll need to be careful—but that just plays to Cody’s advantage.

“Always such a sore loser, Twenty-Four,” Tens says, backing up into that blind corner. Cody wasn’t expecting regret, but Tens’ self-satisfaction makes Cody’s face heat and his heart pound furiously behind his ribs.

“I’m not the one who had to cry to Bly for help,” Cody snaps. One more step and he’s out of sight of the cams and firmly within arms reach of Tens.

Tens’ nostrils flare. “What makes you think I went to him? I’m not the only one sick of your shit.”

Best to avoid the face—Seventeen will notice a split lip.

Cody steps forward. Tens lashes out before Cody is totally out of line of sight. Cody blocks, and it degrades from there. There’s no space to back up, now they’re grappling they’re trapped until one of them gives up.

Cody catches Tens in the side, Tens twists him into a hold that makes Cody’s shoulder burn to slip out of. Cody shoves Tens back against the wall. Tens’ hands bury themselves in Cody’s shirt to shove him back, his mouth twists in a snarl.

Tens mouth is as much teeth as lips under Cody’s  mouth. The hands in his shirt pull him closer. Cody has the advantage, he has Tens pinned. Tens’ back is to the wall, Cody trapping him there with his own body. He could really hurt Tens.

Tens’ mouth is wetter than Cody would have expected, and their lips make loud smacking sounds. Cody’s heard hammers and Fox’s pulse flutters under Cody’s hand.

Cody brings his knee up between Tens’ legs.

Ten makes a very satisfying wheeze and Cody pulls away.

“You got off easy,” Cody tells him. “Pull that again and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Tens demands, sneering through his grimace, hands cupped between his legs. “Kiss me harder?”

Cody scoffs—Tens had kissed him.

Cody turns, wiping at his mouth. He got the little shit good at least, and Seventeen won’t be interested in checking down there.

He runs his tongue over his lips and swears he can still taste Tens.

[blackypanther9]

Part 6 – Lizzy is back !

AN: This is the second to last Chapter, I hope so at least... This one is kinda long. *Cough, cough* I just finished it and kick it out, so if there are typos, I'm sorry I didn't check it over.

WARNING!: Semi public Sex, sex while having a phone call, pet names, degradation, cursing, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, slight physical neglect in sexual act, marking, blood, praise kink, Master/pet kink, Willy has a Daddy kink, breeding kink AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

After a few months of work, Henry and William tested out the very first Illusion Disk and it worked flawlessly. Henry rebuilt the prototype and then installed it into Circus Baby. Elizabeth turned it on and as she opened her eyes again, she was back to her small, child self.

“I-I’m back !”, she yelled happily.

“Yes, you are. I need to find out a way, so the Illusion Disk isn’t going to run out of battery, so you still have to wait a bit, but a few more days won’t kill anyone.”, Henry told her with a small smile.

“Okay !”, she said happily.

Henry touched Elizabeth’s hair and smiled in relief. Her hair felt real. Like it was actually her. Then he went to her arms and looked if they also worked properly.

“The Disk works perfectly. Go play with Charlie, Lizzy. And tell me when the Disk died.”

“Okay !”

With that Elizabeth rushed off, yelling for Charlie to play with her.

‘First step, done.’

Henry went to the phone and dialed William’s number.

-In the Afton Household-

The phone rang and M/n growled as it did so.

“Be quiet, Bunny~”, M/n purred.

William whimpered, but went quiet. M/n picked up and then thrusted his cock harshly back inside William’s cunt, which was sopping wet. It wasn’t the first time M/n made love to William’s cunt, but to William it felt like a dream none the less.

M/n picked up the phone.

“M/n L/n, how can I help you ?”, he asked.

“Hey M/n ! Just the person I wanted to talk to.”, Henry said happily.

“Hello to you too. What is it ?”

“The Disk works ! I just need to find a solution for the battery.”

“That is great news !”

M/n slammed his cock in and out of William, who had big trouble to stay silent. Exactly what M/n wanted. He wanted William to give himself away. He knew that his Bunny got even more aroused of the thought of being caught.

“I know right ?! It shouldn’t take too much time anymore !”, Henry said in excitement.

M/n angled his hips and changed his cock’s position, then slammed back in and hit William’s G – spot harshly.

“AH~!”, William moaned out loudly.

“Sounds great, Henry !”, M/n said brightly.

William blushed a deep shade of red, while M/n gave a satisfied smirk.

-With Henry-

Henry was blushing deeply. Damn...he caught them in a bad time...

-With M/n and William-

“Oh Bunny, now you ruined our secret~”, M/n pouted playfully.

“S-screw y-you ! AH~!”, William got out.

“Did I disturb you two ?”, Henry asked with slight embarrassment.

“No, no, you didn’t. I am still playing with my Bunny, so you aren’t disturbing me.”, M/n replied kindly.

Before William could say anything, M/n slammed his cock against his G – spot again.

“AH~! HA~!”

“Now do you have anything else you wanna tell me, Henry ?”

“Uhm...I am looking how long the battery goes on the Disk right now and then I will go from there. I will call again later, to inform you further.”

“Okay, Hen. Bye, bye~”

“Bye.”

And Henry hung up. M/n chuckled, while William was beet red and moaning as M/n slammed into him without breaks.

“At this rate, you will carry soon again, Love~ I thought you wanted to wait for a few years~”

“F-fuck you ! AH~! UGH~!”

“Is my cock really that addicting, that you want a third pregnancy so quickly~?”, M/n purred.

“NA~! AH~! Shut up ! UGH~!”

William got a lot of images in his head, that he shouldn’t have. His pregnant belly, a third Baby. Why was he in such a Baby fever right now ?! Why did he want more ?! He just gave birth !

“You gonna cum, Pet~?”

“HAH~! YES~! MMNN~!”

“Alright, Bunny~”

M/n gave one last thrust and William came screaming all over his cock. M/n released his load inside William, moaning softly.

“You did take that pill I gave you a few hours ago, right, Honey ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yes...what does that do ?”, William asked confused.

“It prevents you getting pregnant again. After all, you don’t want a third Baby yet.”, M/n explained.

“A-and you ?”

“Honey, we live only once and I LOVE kids, but I am not forcing you to have more children, just because I want more. I don’t CARE if Mike, Evan and Lizzy were mine. I love children in general. If I could, I would have every child that exists and raise them with you. We are getting old fast and with a certain age we can’t have kids anymore, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be a Baby Machine. I am happy with what I have, but I am always happy to produce more.”

William felt relieved that M/n made it very clear that he will NEVER force William to have another child, if he doesn’t want to, but he was also surprised to hear that M/n loved children in general. So that’s why he didn’t want William to abort, as he was afraid he will die.

“So you love children and you love me, that’s why you went such lengths to keep both, me and the kids.”, he concluded.

“Of course. I have an undying Love for you, Honey. Children mean to me, that they are the result of the love, two people share and the more kids the more it shows how much they love one another. It is weird, I admit it, but that is me. And I am always weird.”

William gave M/n a smile. Yeah, M/n was VERY weird. But he loved his Lover weird.

“So...our little wedding...when do you think we should have it ? We planned everything out, I have the perfect people to prepare everything. All we need is a date and I can arrange everything.”, M/n explained.

Since William told him that at the birth of Alex and Penelope, he called M/n his Husband in his mind, M/n set heaven and hell into motion to get them married. M/n proposed 2 months after the birth of the two Babies, even made the Bedroom nice for it, decorated everything, while Mike and Evan helped their Father taking a bath.

Evan just sat on the lid of the toilet and chatted with William, while Michael washed his Father’s parts, where William couldn’t reach, because of the size of his belly and the pains he had from time to time. M/n dressed up the whole Bedroom into a romantic atmosphere and as William came back inside, with Evan and Michael by his side, M/n was on one knee and popped the question, which William instantly accepted. It was a beautiful moment... And his Sons supported him.

“Oh...uhm...maybe on...March ? Next year ?”

“So March 1984 ?”

“Yes ?”

“Hmmm...okay. Any day in mind, Love ?”

“Maybe the 5th of March ? That was when we became a couple, remember ?”

“Good idea, Honey !”, M/n said with a bright smile.

William smiled brightly at M/n. He planned everything with him, never without him. He was so much better than his wife was. She chose everything and all in all the wedding was a fucking nightmare. M/n chose everything with William and this time...it felt right.

“I will do some calls then. Go to bed, Love, and rest. I will join you soon.”

“Okay, honey.”

With that William carefully pulled his boxers back on and went to their shared Bedroom.

-Time skip-

A few days went by and Henry finally made a battery that never discharges. FINALLY !

He called M/n and told him the news, in which he rushed over and looked at his work. There she was, Elizabeth. No sign of CB left. But they all three knew that they had to tell William at the very beginning what happened to her and where she was.

“Will will so kill us...”, Henry said slightly scared.

“He won’t, but he will yell.”, M/n assured.

“When will we tell him ?”

“Tomorrow, I suppose. The sooner the better.”

“Where will we bring them to reunite ?”, Henry asked.

M/n hesitated.

“We bring her home. Will would want that. No beating around the bush, Hen. Willy needs his daughter.”

“Okay then. I hope you know what you are doing...”

“I do, but will he understand everything when we explain ? That is another thing.”

Henry sighed.

“This is not gonna be easy, is it ?”

“Not in the slightest.”, M/n chuckled out dryly.

“Damn...”

-Time skip-

M/n arrived at home and heard small whimpers coming from his and William’s bedroom as he came close to their door. As he opened it he smirked. William was riding a dildo, while he had a plug in his ass. He seemed frustrated.

“Can’t cum without me, Bunny~?”, M/n asked.

William yelped and stopped everything, ripping his eyes wide open and staring at M/n, like a deer caught in headlights. Then he blushed furiously and sighed.

“It seems not...”, he answered sheepishly.

“Why would you use such awful toys, when you can just ask for the real deal, Pet ?”, M/n asked.

William whined and looked away in shame.

“I’m so needy all the time... I wanted to give you a break...”, William replied softly.

M/n tutted and undressed himself, in front of William’s hungry, needy eyes.

“Get that filthy dildo out of your sopping cunt. That is my place to claim and mine only.”, M/n commanded darkly.

William whimpered submissively and did as M/n told him to. He groaned as he pulled it out and M/n scoffed.

“That small thing, you chose to ride ? I am disappointed, Bunny. Get the stupid plug out too.”

William did as told. Both items were pretty small. Was this man trying to torture himself on small things ? M/n locked the good stuff away from William, but did he really get that desperate, to buy himself such small toys ? M/n tsked.

He grabbed his belt and approached William, pushed him harsh enough to make him fall on his back and then he bound his wrists together and onto the bedpost. William whined at that, but was quickly shut up, by a slap on one of his thighs.

“Did you take your pill, Bunny ?”, M/n asked.

“Yes, I did.”, William lied.

William didn’t take his pill. He wanted another Baby and he knew he could have asked, but he was too afraid to. He thought that M/n would tell him no, until the Babies were a bit older, so he decided to lie instead. He wanted his Master to give him another Baby. The last time he was pregnant it was such a beautiful and magical time, he couldn’t resist.

“Good, because I will not use any condoms, nor mercy tonight~”, M/n purred out.

William whimpered softly and felt himself gush more.

“I’ll fill both of your holes up, beyond imagination and plug them up nicely all day long. I will fuck every hole you have and mark every part of your body, so you will remember who you belong to that you don’t need silly sex toys to please you.”, M/n said darkly.

All William could do was blush and whine. With that M/n got off of William and left his side, making his Bunny confused. M/n got out a key and unlocked his drawer, pulling out the best toys they had. He took out a blind fold and wrapped it around William’s head, tying it behind his head. With that he was blinded, which made him have higher senses.

“Open your mouth, Pet~”

William did as told and opened his mouth wide. M/n gave his hard cock a few strokes and then slid it into his mouth, William instantly started to suck and lick at his Lover’s cock. He let a few small moans slip here and there too.

“Such a pathetic slut, fucking yourself on pathetic useless toys~ I’ll teach you to never use these disgusting things again~”

William relaxed completely, feeling that M/n will go rough soon. And he was proven correct. M/n’s hands both gripped his head and he forced his cock down his Bunny’s throat. It made William gag slightly in surprise, but M/n made his head stay there, forcing him to keep his cock in his little throat. He trashed a bit around, trying to make M/n let go of his head, so he can bob it.

“Be a good bitch and cock warm me~”, M/n ordered.

William stopped his slight trashing and just took it. Tears escaping his eyes at the sudden stretch, it stung, but he loved it. They both had a safe code, William just had to knock three times against the wall and M/n would stop, he didn’t do it though, so M/n knew he was okay. His Pet’s tears soaked the blindfold, but that just made M/n coo.

“Aww, is my little Pet Bunny in slight discomfort~? Aww~ Did his Master stretch his little tight throat to quickly~?”, M/n teased with a purr.

William wanted to whine so badly, his legs quaked and he rubbed his thighs together for a bit of relief on his clit.

“Believe me, slutty Bunny, I will split you open like this in every hole you have tonight~”

His clit throbbed, his entrance twitched and his butthole twitched too. Good he was so turned on, he wanted it all. He could feel M/n’s cock twitch, ready to cum deep into his throat.

“Your tight little throat closes around me so nicely and squeezes so perfectly, Bunny~ I’ll cum down your throat~ Swallow every last drop of your milk, yes~? Don’t disappoint your Master~”

William couldn’t reply, but M/n knew that his Bunny would never refuse him. Not long later M/n did cum with a soft groan. William could feel his Lover’s cum running down his throat, painting it white, claiming it as his. And fuck, William loved M/n claiming him as his own personal sex toy.

“Such a good slutty Bunny~ Good Pet, Willy~”, M/n praised.

Then he pulled out of his tight throat and panted. His cock was still rock hard, but he still needed a second to calm down enough for the second round. As he was calm enough he stroked William’s hair.

“Bob your head, Bunny. Make Master cum yeah~? Make me feel really good~”

More he didn’t need and he started to bob his head, taking M/n all the way down his throat and then back in his mouth, licking the head from time to time and then bobbing his head again. It didn’t take long for M/n to shower William in praises again and at the same time to degrade him, but he didn’t give his Bunny any sort of relief.

“Such a good Slut~ Good Bunny~ That’s a good whore~”

William felt like he would cream himself by just the filthy words and praise at that point, but he knew he couldn’t. He could never cum, without M/n’s vocal permission. And M/n knew that.

William continued to suck M/n off, until he could feel his Lover’s cock twitch. M/n grabbed his head and made him take him all the way down his throat again, then released with a deep groan. It made William proud, but also really horny.

M/n and William stayed like that for a while, then he pulled out of his mouth entirely.

“Such a good little Slut~”, M/n praised the panting Bunny underneath him.

He gave William a deep kiss and then he left his side again and, minutes later, was between William’s feet. M/n kissed his lower legs and gave some harsh bites here and there too, making William whimper and moan in desperation and need. M/n could see his Bunny’s cunt sopping and crying from that angle and he found it absolutely delicious.

He was so wet, so needy and M/n didn’t even touch him there yet.

“Such a needy little Bitch, aren’t you, Bunny~?”, M/n said with a chuckle.

“Mmmm~! Master, please~!”, William begged.

“Please what, Bunny~?”

“P-please fuck me~!”

M/n chuckled and shook his head.

“No Bunny. We will make slow and sensual, passionate Love tonight and I am going to take my sweet time to mark and claim every inch of you. So you have to suffer with that little sopping pussy of yours.”

William whined at that loudly and bucked his hips, but he couldn’t get any friction.

M/n continued to create love bites and marks on William's lower legs, scratching his nails over them, making red angry lines appear, biting him, leaving pricked and slightly bleeding bruises on his lower legs and sucking purple and blue marks into them. William was sobbing as M/n finally was done with his lower legs, his cunt leaking so much arousal that the mattress was already having a small dark pool formed.

M/n moved to his Bunny’s thighs and did the same things there, not leaving any room unmarked. When he was done with his legs and thighs, he looked like a painting, covered in red nail lines, some small lines of blood and purple and blue sucked in bruises, like teeth marks.

“God, Bunny, you are such a Master piece~ Only my little slutty Rabbit~”, M/n purred.

William whined and bucked his hips, sobbing in pleasure and slight discomfort. His cunt HURT from all the neglect. M/n decided to have mercy on William and leaned down, opening his mouth, then he latched it onto his cunt, tongue parting his lips and going right for the swollen nub.

“NAH~!”, William cried out, hips bucking up.

M/n put his hands on his Bunny’s hips and pressed them down, holding them there forcefully. Then he continued to ravish his Pet’s clit. He licked it, wrapped his lips around it and suckled it, making William moan and whine uncontrollably under him.

“AH~! HAH~! M-Master~!”, William whined.

M/n stopped.

“What is it Bunny~?”

“M-may I come~?”, he asked.

“Cum all you want, Bunny.”, M/n said and went back to ravishing his Pet’s clit.

William didn’t need more, he moaned louder and at one last flick of M/n’s tongue, he came screaming, toes curled in pleasure. M/n opened his whole mouth and engulfed William’s whole cunt in it as his love juices came flowing out. William could feel how his Master slurped it all up eagerly.

It made him whine and moan again, he wanted more, so much more. As M/n finished cleaning William’s messy cunt, he pulled away, making his Bunny whine again.

“You smell breed able, you know that, Bunny~? I hope for your own sake, that you took that pill. Otherwise, I will not support abortion.”

“I-I took it, Master~ I took it, I promise~”, William moaned out.

“Good~”

M/n then kissed William’s sides and stomach, even his hips. He shakily moaned at all the attention, M/n gave his body. Then he let out a high pitched moan, as M/n bit down on William’s left side, making him bleed slightly and have another new mark there.

“D-Daddy~!”, William moaned out in need.

“Let Daddy do, what he has to do, Bunny~”, M/n purred.

William whined, but didn’t say anything anymore, besides let moans and whines slip past his lips. M/n took his sweet time, marking William’s stomach, sides, hips and chest up in love bites and scratches. God, William loved this treatment, but he really needed more attention on his pussy. It was soaking again and ruined the bed sheets again and M/n still wasn’t finished. He still needed the shoulders and arms marked up nicely.

“Daddy~! P-please fill your slutty Bunny with your cock~ P-please~”, William begged.

“Almost done, Bunny~ Daddy, only needs a few more spots marked~ Be good for Daddy and stay patient~”, M/n soothed and bit his Pet’s left shoulder, making William scream in pleasure and need.

He nibbled and sucked on his right shoulder another mark, bit both sides of his neck, making big, obvious bruises there and then he took William’s arms and marked every inch in bites and sucked in bruises. His Bunny was panting, whining and sobbing when M/n was done with his whole front.

“Spread your legs, Bunny~”

“Y-yes, Daddy~”

William spread his legs and M/n was instantly adjusting William’s position, lined his cock up and without warning, slammed all the way inside, kissing William’s cervix.

“AAAAAHHHHHH~! DADDYYYYYY~!”, William screamed in pleasure and slight relief.

“You like how Master split you open in one go~?”

“MMMNNN~! YES~!”

M/n pulled his cock out and slammed it back inside harshly, making William moan loudly again.

“That’s good, Bunny. I will fill your slutty pussy with my cum, cream inside your womb and make you have more Babies~ When I’m done with your womb, you will have a round little belly~”

“FUCK~! YES~! MAKE ME PREGNANT, MASTER~! OH PLEASE~! FILL ME UP~!”, William begged.

M/n started to ram his cock in and out, angling his cock, so it will abuse his slutty Bunny’s G – Spot with brutal, precise and powerful thrusts. William was a begging, moaning mess as M/n continued to abuse his G – spot.

“MASTER~! AH~! HAH~! I’M SO CLOSE~!”

“Then cum for me, my little Cum dump~ Cream yourself all over my cock, make that cervix of yours open nicely for my cock to greet your empty womb~”

All that dirty breeding talk got to William and he came screaming, all over M/n’s cock, who angled his cock anew and slammed through his Pet’s open cervix, into his womb and then groaned, releasing deep inside of it his love juices. He softly bumped William’s womb’s walls as he shot rope after rope inside him, riding out his orgasm.

His Bunny was panting and whimpering as M/n was balls deep inside him and practically filling his needy womb with what it needed.

“Fuck~ Your cervix is so tight, it won’t let me go~ You think we can both cum, while I’m stuck in your little baby creation area~?”, M/n asked.

“Yes~! Oh, please do it~”, William moaned out.

M/n started his pace, pulling a bit and then pushing back in, slamming William’s womb’s walls harshly, it made William groan loudly in pleasure. M/n set a fast and harsh, almost punishing, pace as he fucked into William’s womb. It made William see starts, just as he did when his G – spot was getting abused.

“C-CLOSE~!”, William moaned after a while.

“Me too, Bunny~ Cum for me~”

William had a hard orgasm and screamed in ecstasy. His cervix opened a bit further, making M/n slip in a bit more, before it tightened again and all of William’s love juices came flowing out. M/n in the meantime creamed into William’s womb again.

“Gonna fill my slutty Bunny up, nicely~”, he groaned as he filled William with another load.

 William came again as he felt M/n shoot his hot love juices into him. Fuck if his Lover continues this, he will get his wish to come true and get another child. He couldn’t wait !

This whole filling continued for almost two whole hours, then the both of them were sure that William couldn’t take anymore, so M/n pulled out and grabbed a big plug, he lined it up with his Bunny’s still soaking and happily twitching cunt, then shoved it inside, making his Pet whimper loudly. Now his seed was secured and stayed were it belonged. Until tomorrow that was...

He looked at his Pet’s belly. It was showing and nicely round. He pumped so much of his love inside him and he was proud of it. His Bunny’s cunt and womb ? Secured as his, marked as his, claimed as his and his cum won’t leave until tomorrow in the shower. He was more than happy with that.

M/n grabbed William’s hips and made him turn around, knees bent, so he will be on them instead of his stomach, the left side of his face was in the pillows. William moaned and whimpered at the movement, still very sensitive from getting his womb railed for so long.

M/n looked at his Bunny’s twitching manhole and was eager to split him on his cock. His cock was wet enough from William’s love covering it, so he lined it up and then pushed it inside, a bit slower than he did on his Bunny’s cunt, but it had the desired effect.

His Bunny was keening and moaning loudly, whimpering when it got deeper, pressing against his full womb.

“I told you, I will claim all three holes of yours~”, M/n purred out.

William was in awe at how much stamina his Lover had. He started to moan and whimper as M/n started to move in and out at a normal pace. After his Bunny got used to it, M/n set a faster pace and aimed at his Pet’s prostate. After he slammed into it, William screamed in pleasure and M/n continued to slam into him.

“CUMMING~! C-CUMING~!”, William screamed and felt himself gush, but it didn’t drip out.

The plug was too big, it blocked everything, which made William whine. M/n suddenly shoved himself deeper inside and groaned loudly with a slight growl as he shot his love deep inside his Pet’s ass.

“MINE. Only mine~ You hear me, Pet~? Mine~”, M/n growled out possessively.

“YOURS~! YOURS~! ONLY YOURS~!”, William babbled, drunk on pleasure.

M/n started to smack William’s ass, which made the male moan high pitched, in pleasure. M/n leaned over his Lover’s back and started to mark whatever he could of his back, leaving the back of his neck alone for now. He scratched down his Lover’s back, with his nails, making red angry lines appear on it. His Bunny enjoyed every little second of this.

Then M/n started to move again, another round of passionate love making and it made William lose all his focus. All he could think of, was the need to be bred, the need to be filled and the need to cum himself. Nothing else mattered.

M/n slapped William’s bum from time to time, while he dove in and out of his Lover’s hole, with his cock. It stung and William loved it, it made him feel a thrill, he didn’t know existed. M/n and Will were reaching their climax pretty fast and M/n bit into the back of William’s neck, making his Pet freeze up and he shoved his cock all the way inside again, filling him with his love juices, while William came himself, voice lost, mouth open in a loud fucked out moan.

“T-tired...”, William rasped out softly.

M/n couldn’t agree more with his Bunny. He was tired too. He pulled out and let William fall onto his left side, careful with his filled tummy. He plugged his hole up, which made William whimper and feel fuller than he was, then he cleaned himself and his Pet up, put a towel over the wet spot William’s cunt made, laid down, pulled his Bunny into his arms and then pulled the blanket over them.

They went to sleep fairly quickly. And the both of them had no idea, that William had a fertilized egg cell yet again. They would find that out in a few weeks from now.

-The next day-

William was still in bed, as M/n woke up. He smiled at his Love and stroked his hair, which made him stir and wake up too.

“Morning, Bunny.”, M/n said softly.

“Good morning, Love.”

“Me and Henry have a surprise for you today. But you have to let us explain a few things.”, M/n told him softly.

“A surprise ? What do you have to explain by a surprise ?”, William asked confused.

“You will see, Bunny. Let us just say, Hen and me went through hell, to get this for you.”

He hummed and then moaned.

“What is it, Baby ?”, M/n asked.

“The plug in my cunt...hit a good spot and my body aches everywhere...We should get up and shower then, if Henry will come over soon...”, William said softly and got up.

He looked at his full tummy and smiled, putting a hand on it, almost lovingly. M/n got up to and wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his tummy gently, kissing the back of his shoulder.

“You look good in my marks, honey.”, M/n mumbled.

William looked at his arms and chest, scoffing. He looked worse than when someone beat him up.

“I look horrible.”

“You don’t. Those are my marks and I am proud of every single one of them, that I gave you.”, M/n said.

William looked at him and then smiled gently. Then they went to the bathroom and into the shower. William moaned as he bent over and let M/n pull out both plugs. But William needed help to get all the cum out and flowing.

“Hold still, Baby.”, M/n said gently.

“Okay...”

M/n wettened his fingers on his right hand and then stuffed them inside William’s cunt first, as deep as he could. It made William moan softly and clench down on his fingers. M/n curled them up and as he felt some of his sticky liquid, he fingered around there more and then pulled a bit of it out, with that a flow started and all the cum dripped out of William, making his Bunny moan and pant in arousal.

The next was William’s ass and there M/n did just the same, until a small flow started. William was panting and excited again, but M/n insisted on waiting for everything to flow out of his body, then he wanted to wash him and himself.

His Pet had to agree with distaste. They quickly washed each other and then M/n took William against the shower walls again, ramming his cock in and a out of his sopping wet cunt, making his Bunny scream in pleasure and ecstasy, until he creamed all over his Master’s cock again and M/n coated William’s walls white. They washed him down there again and then got out of the shower.

As soon as they were dressed and ready for the day, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Henry.”, M/n stated.

They went down the stairs and saw that Mike already let Henry inside and...no way...William couldn’t believe his eyes.

“E-Elizabeth ?”, William asked softly, tears near.

At the mention of her name, she looked around and her face split into a huge smile as she spotted William. She ran over to him.

“Daddy ! I'm back ! I’m home ! Daddy !”, she yelled happily.

William fell onto his knees and opened his arms, the little girl running right into them and hugging him tightly. William hugged her back just as tight.

“My Babygirl. My sweet little girl. Where have you been ? What happened ? Are you alright ?”, he asked, voice breaking and tears falling.

“I am now, because I am back home.”, she replied with a big smile.

He looked at Henry.

“How did you find her ? Where was she all this time, Hen ?”, William asked.

Henry shook his head.

“I didn’t find her Will. M/n did.”, Henry answered.

William looked at M/n, who decided to stand next to Henry. He looked at Michael.

“Mike, go get Evan. Living room. We will tell William what happened and where Lizzy was. He will need all the support he can get.”, M/n stated softly.

“What about Penelope and Alex ?”, Mike asked.

“Get them too, if you want to.”

Elizabeth parted from her Daddy and looked at her Papa.

“Who are Penelope and Alex ?”, she asked.

“Your new siblings. I bet you saw how different your Daddy looks. Let us just say he gave birth to two more siblings. You missed a few things after you went missing, Lizzy.”, M/n answered.

She made an o shaped mouth and her eyes lit up with understanding.

“So, I’m a big Sister now ?”, she asked.

“You are, Lizzy.”

“Cool ! Can I meet them ?”

“After we explained everything to Daddy, yes.”

“Okay !”

With that she gave her Daddy another squeeze and rushed into the Living room. William got up and stared at the two men.

“What is going on here ? Why are you making this such a big deal ? Just tell me who took her and got jailed.”, William said irritated.

M/n and Henry looked at him with guilt written faces.

“Willy, Baby Bunny, this is so much more complicated and complex, than you think. Believe me...it will all make sense when we explained everything to you, but right now, trust us, it is not going to be easy to understand, Love.”, M/n said gently.

“What do you mean ?”, William asked worried.

Henry looked at William and hugged him tightly, then led him to the Living room.

“We will explain everything, old friend. Just...try to relax and prepare to get your mind blown.”, Henry said softly.

Then they sat William down on the couch, while the others stood, besides M/n, he sat in the armchair across the couch. He looked at them all in confusion and worry. What is so complicated about Elizabeth’s return ?

“So you understand the whole thing first...Evan, can you PLEASE tell your Dad what you saw on the day, Lizzy went missing ?”, M/n asked the boy softly.

Evan held his plush Fredbear tightly to his chest and looked at his Dad, uncomfortable, while Lizzy looked at the floor in shame. William didn’t understand anything. Evan saw something and didn’t speak up ?

“A-at Circus B-baby’s...L-Lizzy went n-near B-Baby, D-Dad.”, Evan stuttered out.

William’s eyes widened and he stared at his daughter, who looked even more ashamed.

“You didn’t listen to me ?”, he asked her in shock.

“I’m sorry Daddy, she was just so pretty and shiny ! You said you made her just for me, but you never let me go to her, while the other children were allowed to play with her.”, she said in sadness.

“That is not all of it, Will. Evan, continue please, take your time explaining, no one is angry.”, M/n said with a soft voice.

Evan had tears in his eyes and looked at his Dad.

“I-It ate L-Lizzy. Th-The C-Clown a-ate L-Lizzy, Dad !”, Evan got out sobbing.

M/n opened his arms and Evan ran into them. M/n pulled the boy in his lap and gently ran his fingers through his hair, while he cried.

“It’s okay. Shhh...”, he tried to soothe Evan.

M/n looked at William, who was in utter shock and disbelief.

“Baby ate Lizzy ? But how is she still here then ? How did she survive that ? Baby is a machine, not an empty costume, the gears would have killed her.”, William said out loud.

“Not like that Will. Baby offered her Ice Cream and Lizzy went to grab it, Baby malfunctioned and tore her inside her stomach hatch.”, M/n explained.

William stared at his daughter in horror.

“WHAT ?!”

He stared at M/n.

“Why didn’t Evan say anything ?!”

“He was scared to say anything. Mike was there too, but forgot his medication, he thought he just hallucinated, while Evan saw it happen. He was afraid no one would believe him, so he stayed quiet. He told me a few months ago, after you gave birth. After you finally fully recovered, I went to Circus Baby’s again and went to CB. I opened the hatch and found Lizzy. But...”, M/n hesitated.

William grew impatient.

“But WHAT ?!”, he pressed.

“Will, just know that it was for me and Henry also hard to believe that it was possible...”, M/n said softly.

“What are you on about ?!”

Henry sighed.

“Do you remember the day were M/n didn’t say where he went and you got worried ?”

William nodded.

“That was the day he went to Circus Baby’s and he came back with...something. He sought me out for help. And at the same day, I presented to you the Illusion Disks, you remember ?”, Henry asked.

William nodded, confused what all this had to do with Lizzy. M/n took a deep breath. William looked at him and just then he realized that all of his kids had a saddened mood. It scared him.

“William, when I found Lizzy inside CB...she was a rotting dead body.”, M/n revealed.

His world stopped turning and he stared at Lizzy...or at least what he thought until now, was Lizzy. He let tears run down his face as he glared at M/n and Henry.

“So you thought it a good idea to replace my daughter with a robotic version ?!”, he accursedly yelled.

“No, that is not what we did.”, M/n and Henry said at the same time.

M/n took the lead again.

“I was mourning her and already thinking of how to break the news to you, as Circus Baby moved. I didn’t turn her on or anything and I remember that her eyes used to be blue, right Will ? They were blue. NOT green, like Lizzy’s.”

William looked at M/n in confusion and slight anger.

“They were blue, yes. Wait...they were green then and there ?”, he asked after he processed the whole info.

M/n nodded.

“Yes, they turned green. But that wasn’t the weirdest part, Circus Baby talked and moved more like a human. Not robotic anymore, nor did it talk with pauses, like the coding made them out to be. And she begged me to bring her home to her Daddy. She recognized me, Will. She knew her name, Elizabeth Afton, her Family Michael, Evan and you. She was scared and confused and all she wanted was to get back home. She knew a lot about you and as I brought her to Henry, he was just as convinced that this was Lizzy, POSSESSING Baby.”

William stared at M/n in shock. M/n looked away and at Lizzy, who gave him a wobbly smile.

“I decided to take the risk and believe it was really Lizzy, for you, Will. With the time, she proved more and more, that Elizabeth was in fact, possessing your Animatronic, but we didn’t want to frighten you, so I asked for Henry’s help, to cover the Machine up and give Lizzy her body back. That’s where the Illusion Disks came in, that you helped to perfect. One is installed into Circus Baby and that is why Lizzy looks normal. She can turn it on and off by will. Until we find out how to free her soul from the machine and get her to stay around still, she will have to wear it.”, M/n explained.

William covered his mouth in horror and looked at his daughter, tears were leaving his eyes. He did kill his own daughter by his own creation, without meaning to, nor knowing about it. Now she is stuck in a Circus Clown.

“P-prove it.”, William demanded and looked at his daughter.

He hoped they were pulling a cruel joke on him, that Lizzy wasn’t dead and that she couldn’t transform into a giant piece of scrap metal, but he was proven wrong.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and in a flash, she was gone and Circus Baby stood there instead, with her vibrant green eyes, the same ones, Elizabeth had. He let out a choked sob, covering his mouth again with his hands, tears running down his face in horror, disbelief, denial and grief. Elizabeth transformed back and went over to her Father. She got on the couch and onto his lap, hugging him tightly, while he broke down in tears.

“It’s okay Daddy. I didn’t listen and she malfunctioned. It was a stupid accident and I’m not mad. I’m still here after all.”, she tried to cheer him up.

William hugged his daughter tightly and let out loud and ugly sobs, that shook his whole body.

“My Baby, I’m so sorry ! I should have had my eyes on you better ! Now look at you ! I’m so sorry ! I let you down !”, He cried out.

Elizabeth got tears of her own into her eyes and sobbed.

“No, Daddy. You didn’t let me down. I let YOU down. I didn’t listen. You knew that she was not done yet and I refused to listen. I’m so sorry, Daddy.”, she sobbed out softly, hugging him tighter.

Michael stepped near his Father and knelt down, so he can make direct eye contact with his Dad. William looked at him, with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry too, Father. I was supposed to watch her that day and I didn’t do a good job. I fucked up and now...Lizzy is...she’s possessing a machine...”, Michael sobbed out.

William was shocked into silence, only hiccups leaving him. He remembered that day so well... The day, he as a Father...FAILED to be a Father.

-Flashback-

“Father I’m sorry ! I didn’t mean to-!”, Mike got interrupted.

“You can’t do anything right ! I told you to watch your Siblings ! I asked you for one thing ! Only one, Michael ! And even that simple task you fuck up !”

“Dad I’m sorry !”

SLAP !

Michael stared to his right, a red angry handprint already forming. They were dead silent, William death glared his Son.

“I hope you are happy with yourself, Michael. I ask one little thing of you and you have nothing better to do, than to hang out with your friends ! You can do that almost every other day, but noooo, you had to do this today, when I needed you !”

Michael was still silent, just listening to his Father, still just sobbing and hiccupping. William turned away from him in anger, offering no apology for his outburst, nor comfort.

“I wish you were never born.”, William said and then left, never seeing his Son break down into shattered pieces.

Never seeing, that M/n picked up all the pieces and put Mike back together, bit by bit.

-End of Flashback-

William let another ugly sob rake through him and he pulled his Son onto the couch and hugged him tightly to his left side too, kissing his cheek.

“No, no, no, Mikey. You didn’t fuck anything up, don’t apologize, okay ? I-I was an idiot that day and I’m so sorry for my outburst and the things I said to you. Don’t think these things, okay ? It’s my fault. I couldn’t see that you were suffering and in trouble and then I made your life even harder when I blamed you for Lizzy’s disappearance. I am the adult, I should have watched over her, but I didn’t and now...”

William was sobbing again, squeezing his two children into a tight embrace, muttering apologies over apologies. Evan got up and off of M/n’s lap too, joining his siblings and Father, hugging him tightly.

M/n looked at Henry, who was just as sad and heartbroken, as M/n was at the moment. The kids told their Father, that it wasn’t his fault, not all of it and that they forgave him for hours, while he apologized to them for hours. M/n and Henry took care of Penelope and Alex in the meantime, leaving the four be, to sort everything out.

“Do you think it was the right choice to tell Will ?”, Henry asked M/n with worry.

“I don’t know if it was right, but he had a right to know. Letting him live a lie, wouldn’t have been good either and one day he would have figured out that something was wrong with Lizzy. Hen, she wouldn’t have aged at all. He would have known one day anyways that she was dead.”, M/n replied softly.

They stayed in the Baby room with the two infants for a few more hours, giving the rest of the Family time, to recover from the whole rollercoaster.

After a while, M/n went downstairs and saw that a Movie was running. He looked at the kids and William, they seemed to have made up. They were all asleep on the couch and M/n had a small smile on his face.

‘Hopefully they will get better soon.’

M/n left again for Henry and he saw him sleeping too. He sighed, but understood why they were all exhausted.

Too many emotions at once, stress, adrenaline and then the nervousness of how it all would end. M/n looked at Alex, who was slightly awake.

“Welp, Mommy was a bit on an emotional trip, eh, Alex ?”, M/n said softly.

Alex held his hands out and made noises. M/n chuckled and held his small hands, making the Baby smile and giggle.

[valkeakuulas]

❤ Fives/Rex

To the people who see the black heart, I was informed other ways that the heart is NOT meant to be black but red, so there'll be no angst when it comes to these two. Not on my watch!

I've also tried something a little different with this. ... This also came out a bit of crack-y.

** ** ** ** ❤️ first kiss / realization

It had been an accident.

("It really was, stop rolling your eyes, Echo!")

They had been called back to the orbit half a cycle ago, meaning Fives was still more sleepwalking than actually awake when he made his way to the commissary. The path had been beaten so deep into his hind-brain that he managed to get himself a tray of food, find an empty seat, and actually sit down...

... right next to a droopy Rex.

"Fives," he greeted, tired, and it was his voice that startled Fives back to the awake world.

"S-sir," Fives stuttered, flushing a little, but Rex waved him off.

"It's alright, I'm too tired to care about decorum right now. Have you and Echo been at the medbay already?" Rex asked instead, picking listlessly at his food, a lovely brown-grey mush with a healthy dollop of something... yellow?

"Echo's still stuck there, they found some weird rash on his lower back they wanted to inspect a bit more," Fives explained, picking his spoon and bravely taking a bit of his mush.

Next to him, Rex grimaced a little. "Sounds bad."

"Nah, First Aid was on duty. Echo's just pleased that he can be topless around him," Fives replied, forgetting that perhaps Echo didn't want their Captain to hear about him preening at a cute medic.

("You told him that?")

("Yeah, what about it?")

("Fives!")

Rex actually snorted at that, a little grin tilting a corner of his mouth, and Fives felt his heart skip a beat. Seeing the Captain smile despite the dark bruises beneath his eyes and the paleness of his skin really warmed Fives from head to toe. Even the brown-grey mush tasted a lot better than it had just a second ago.

Looking at Rex's tray, he realised that the other man had no drink with him.

"You need some water?" Fives asked, pointing at the empty spot on the tray.

Blinking, Rex looked down. "Huh. I swore I had some with me..." he muttered, the grin turning into a frown.

No, noo frowns, Fives cried mentally and quickly got up to his feet. "I'll get you water," he informed and before Rex could resist, Fives was marching towards the drink station.

His tired brain felt mighty pleased when he returned to Rex two minutes later, carefully holding a cup full of water.

"There you go, some nice cool water to quench your thirst," Fives declared with a grin as he placed his bounty on Rex's tray, and Rex was shaking his head but with a fond smile.

"Thank you, Fives," he said, picking up the cup and taking a sip.

"Anytime, Captain," Fives replied, feeling giddy as he got a second smile.

It was then that his sleepy but now happy-sleepy brain decided to screw Fives over because the next thing he knew, Fives was pressing a kiss on Rex's cheek, feeling the stubble covering it brushing against his lips.

Everything that happened after that took five seconds, max:

Someone choked in on their mush, hacking loudly.

Rex froze, water dripping on him when he forgot to swallow.

And Fives? Fives straightened himself like he'd been electrocuted.

"Uh..."

Slowly, Rex turned towards Fives, his eyes wide in shock but had Fives not been 0.2 seconds away from freaking out, he might've noticed a shimmer of hopefulness in them.

But the moment the five seconds hit its mark, Fives spun around and all but fled from the commissary, boots thudding against the metallic floors.

A second later, another set of boots hit the floor, pounding after the fleeing ARC trooper.

The two plates of brown-grey mush were left cooling down on their plates.

("Oh, so it's okay for you to laugh at me? Not cool, vod, so not cool.")

("You kind of deserve it, Fives. Escaping like that before a man can even say anything.")

("You're my boyfriend, shouldn't you be on my side?")

("I'm always on your side. Even when your sleepy brain decides it's OK to plant a kiss on the cheek of the man who's been crushing at you for months now.")

("Eww, you two knock that out, I don't want to see my vod and Captain necking like a pair of rathars in love.")

[vemaro]

under these circumstances

[PART 2]

Here’s a link to PART 1 if you haven’t read it!

Pairing: Astarion x Tav (female Tav) // also minor Karlach x Dammon

Word count: ~2900

Notes: Sorry this one’s a bit longer. Couldn’t find a good spot to end it so I just left it as is. Man, I am soft for how Astarion approves of you helping children in Act 3. So soft. And in this house we stan Dammon!

Enjoy!

…

Astarion got roped in by the tieflings to come and see their former leader. And by roped in, Karlach literally dragged him up from the Underdark. Against his will. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see Tav. Of course he wants to see her. He wishes she never left his sight. Astarion just has absolutely no desire to see the woman he’s madly in love with living a lavish life with someone else . Sure, he understands it’s his own fault. The vampire made no shortage of mistakes along the way; holding her at dagger point upon introduction, plotting to seduce and manipulate her, telling her he hoped she died screaming because she stopped him from completing the ascension ritual, the list goes on. His biggest mistake, however, was not confessing when he still had a chance. That or screwing up his manipulation plan so spectacularly he ended up developing feelings in the first place.

On second thought, both mistakes are equally stupid on his part.

Tav irrevocably changed Astarion’s life and his worldview. She made him a better person, a better man, an upstanding citizen of society who’s willing to help others without a second thought (sometimes). If not for her, he might’ve ended up dead, still under the control of his now dead master, or, worse yet, he could’ve turned into Cazador. For as long as he’ll live, no one will ever mean more to him than that kind hearted woman. Which is why it hurts to see her here and now. She’s married with a child, albeit an adopted child and the marriage was for purely political reasons.

To add salt to his wound, there’s also the matter of said child, Callum himself. Astarion is not immune to the boy’s charm. He’s actually quite fond of him. Hells, he would kill for Callum. By some cosmic fluke, the boy seems to share the sentiment (just to be clear, the fondness, not the killing). He can’t help wondering if Callum gets this excited seeing Tav’s husband. It would be rather uncouth to ask, right?

Astarion smirks, perfectly masking all of the rampant thoughts clouding his mind. “I was wondering when you’d notice me,” he says. “I was starting to feel neglected.”

Callum charges at Astarion like a horse wearing blinders, who then scoops him up with practiced ease. The vampire gets a small poke from the sword for his troubles. “Ah, do mind the blade of your weapon, Mr. Monster Slayer,” he tuts. “This monster is on your side and won’t require any slaying, thank you very much.”

The little boy gasps. “You’re not a monster, Asty! You’re so nice!” He throws his little arms and hides in the man’s neck, ironically on the side with the bite marks. “I love you!”

Astarion isn’t too proud to admit he’s grown to have a soft spot for children (and cats), but Callum has him wrapped around his little finger. That doesn't make the unprompted proclamation any less nerve racking. Gods below, he is so much like his mother, ready to befriend almost anyone. If they were alone, he would’ve waxed poetic about his odd friendship with Callum, but today there is an audience, a very particular audience. “Thank you. I … I love you too, Callum,” he says back, refusing to make contact with anyone but the boy. For fuck’s sake, he has a reputation.

Karlach takes this prime opportunity to tease the vampire. “Awe, is that a faint blush coloring big bad Astarion’s cheeks?”

“No,” he’s quick to say. Too quick. Even if he really was blushing, he knows the callout would’ve caused more blood to rush his face and ears. But he is not blushing. Curse Karlach for bringing him here. “For your information, I haven’t fed in a while so that’s not possible.”

Tav, amazing and kind and sometimes alarmingly generous Tav, frowns. The crinkle in her brow oozes concern and it makes his undead heart ache. “Oh no, are you okay, Astarion? Later I could let you …” She lets her words trail off, but the implication is obvious. No one’s hidden the fact that he’s a vampire from Callum. They do tend to spare the gorier details for good measure.

He shakes his head. “Thank you, dear, but I simply couldn’t.” She’s only offering because her husband isn’t around. He’s also aware of Astarion’s condition and gets this pinched look on his face whenever Tav invites through the front door. Or perhaps he’s aware Astarion is in love with his wife. Who’s to say?

“Yes, you can, Astarion, because I’m offering.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

“But I insist.” He wants to accept, not only to be close to her again, but he’s genuinely thirsty. Most of the blood that crosses his path these days goes to the many ravenous spawn who followed him and siblings after the fall of Cazador.

Karlach snorts. “It’s either her or me, Fangs.”

Astarion blanches at the tiefling. “Er, no. I’ll have to pass, Karlach. Despite fixing your overheating problem ages ago, your blood is still much too spicy for my taste.” It’s the equivalent of biting directly into an Altheian chili pepper. Walking directly into the sun would burn less than stomaching her blood.

Tav shrugs. She puts on an airs of nonchalance since she thinks she’s won this argument. “That only leaves you one choice then, doesn’t it?”

He has a comeback though. “Ah ah, incorrect, my sweet. I also have the choice of not eating at all.”

Callum jerks back suddenly, a devastated expression on his face. “You have to eat, Asty. You have to. Food is good for you.”

Tav has crossed the room so she’s standing on his opposite side. Fantastic. Now he has both mother and son staring him down. “Exactly, Callum’s right. You need to feed.”

And, of course, Karlach, the loud mouth, has to throw her two gold pieces in. “Yeah, Fangs. We can’t have you starve to death.”

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head. “That literally can’t happen—” Which all the adults in the room are fully aware of. Fuck you, Cazador. Burn in whatever level of the Hells he got shoved into. “—but alright, fine. Later.”

Relieved, Tav smiles and places a hand on his free shoulder. “Thank you.”

Astarion scoffs. “You’re thanking me? You’re the one offering bl—” A quick glance to the child makes him remember to rethink his words. “Food . You’re offering me food when you absolutely don’t have to. Thank you, Tav, you stubborn, selfless woman.”

Her hand slides from his shoulder to his back, finding the space between his shoulder blades. She rubs soothing circles there. “Of course. You’re one of my best friends. I worry about you.”

The contact sends goosebumps all over his body. Hold it together, Ancunin. “The concern is appreciated, darling, but I can handle myself.”

“I know, Astarion,” she says. “But still. That’s what friends do. We look after one another.”

He both loves and hates the title. It causes his stomach to do a somersault and also drop like a heavy stone.

“You’re my best friend, Asty!”

A better distraction couldn’t have come along. “Am I now? Well, I feel honored.” He tosses a cheeky grin at his competition. “Hear that? I’m his best friend.”

Karlach’s jaw drops. The next few minutes are about to get interesting. “I thought I was your best friend, Callum.”

The little boy taps his chin in deep thought and points between them respectively. “Um, Asty’s my best friend. And Karlach’s my best friend. And Dammon’s my best friend.”

The blacksmith shrugs. “That’s fair. Though I’m just happy to be included.”

Astarion swivels so Callum’s back is to the rest of them. “Yes, of course, we’re all your best friends. How sweet and diplomatic. But I’m your favorite, right?”

Karlach rushes over, and is it suddenly a little warmer than it was a second ago? “I’m his favorite.” She tries to place herself in Callum’s line of sight, but Astarion swivels away again. And again. And again.

At this point he’s spinning in a circle. “Excuse me, you saw how utterly delighted he was when he saw me.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Karlach starts walking in a circle too, following Astarion and Callum’s rotation. It’s officially a game of keep away with Tav’s son. “What? He didn’t even notice you at first, you said so yourself.”

He waves her off. “It’s hard to miss the large, exuberant, bright red tiefling smack dab in the middle of the kitchen.”

She sticks her tongue out. “Whatever makes you feel better, Fangs.”

Who cares if she could throw him and Callum over her shoulder like it’s nothing; he’s going to throttle her. “If you don’t believe me, ask him.” Astarion abruptly stops, grabs the boy under the arms, and holds him out. “Callum, dear sweet and so very brave, Callum. Tell that wretched Karlach I’m your favorite best friend. Also, you’re very adorable. And a great swordsman.”

Karlach elbows the man none too gently. “No, Callum. Tell yucky, stinky Asty I am your favorite.”

Meanwhile, Tav and Dammon stand back, amused and entertained. “How is my four year old more mature than these two full grown adults?”

“Baffles me as well,” he says. “Still love them though, right?”

Tav has to look away, hoping he doesn’t notice the blood rushing to her face. “Mhmm. Still love them.”

“Callum.”

“Callum.”

“Callum!”

“Tell him, Callum!”

“Stop,” Callum shouts, shocking both of them. He points his sword to the side. “I love you both. But … Mama’s my favorite.”

Dammon barks out a laugh at the plot twist. Tav glides in and takes her son into her arms, even does a little twirl. “Awe. You’re my favorite too, Callum.” She pulls him in for a big kiss on his chubby little cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mama.” Tav peppers a dozen more kisses all over his face, resulting in a fit of giggles and squeals.

Astarion averts his eyes, trying so hard to ignore the roil of yearning churning in his gut. Is he really jealous of a toddler? Pathetic. Someone clears their throat, making him look back up. Karlach is staring at him, hard, and she flicks her eyebrows. What’s this about? He narrows his eyes trying to discern her intentions, to which she smiles knowingly then looks back at Tav. She makes eye contact again then silently mouths tell her now.

As if it’s as easy as that! As if Astarion could just walk up to Tav and just tell her he loves her with every fiber of his being. He’s fucked up way too many times for that to ever happen. He’s fucked up too many times for her to ever return his love. And even if by some miracle she did love him back, she’s in a publicly favored marriage. (To be honest, he’d be perfectly content as the mistress, but he would never put her in that position.)

Karlach’s support, however well-intentioned, is ultimately pointless. The pale elf and the sunny druid are not meant to be, much to his chagrin. Because he apparently can’t help it, his gaze drifts towards Tav again. Mother and son glow with love, affection, and warmth, something he was forced to leave behind when they’d finally rid themselves of the parasites. It’s too much for his heart to take. Without a word, Astarion turns on his heel and heads for the front door. Best to commiserate in solitude, maybe back in his fortress in the Underdark, but …

“Asty? Where are you going?”

Shit. So much for being a stealthy rogue. Now to have a go at persuasion. “Just stepping out for a moment, little bird.”

Callum pouts in the most irritatingly precious way. “You’re leaving?”

Great, now he feels bad. He really is wrapped around the boy’s finger. “No. I was in need of some fresh air, is all. I’ll be right back.”

The boy wiggles until Tav places him down. Then he runs over and grabs Astarion’s hand. “I’ll go with you. I’ll protect you from the scary monsters.” He punctuates the statement with a slash of his new sword.

Tav can sense something is wrong, though she has no idea exactly what it is. “Um, Callum, perhaps you should wait here with me.”

Right on cue, the dramatic, overconfident facade slips back into place. “But what if there’s a monster, dear? You would leave poor little me defenseless? Now who’s the monster?”

As always, she sees right through it. “Are you sure?”

He keeps at it. “Absolutely, darling. He’ll have me back within the hour.”

“Okay.” Tav has that wrinkle in her brow again and she crosses her arms. He is in for an interrogation later. “Be safe. Both of you.”

“Bye, Mama!”

She waves back. “Bye.”

Astarion catches her eye and gives a playful wink before speaking to Callum. “Let’s go, Mr. Monster Slayer. I think I saw a vendor in need of saving on our way in. He might give you some sweet treats as a reward.”

“Yay!”

The pair leaves as Astarion goes into some tall tale of his adventures since he’d visited last. Tav is left trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. They’re friends. Tav and Astarion are friends, nothing more. He made it abundantly clear in the past that he has no romantic interest in her. And she insisted they be friends. Not to mention she’s married now. To a widely known public figure. It can never happen. Never ever. As much as she wished it could.

And yet the druid can’t rid herself of the image of Callum’s face when he laid eyes on Astarion. He doesn’t even get that excited when Terrick, the man raising him, returns from his business trips. Not that she can blame her son. She definitely prefers the company of the vampire over her husband. She prefers any of her friends’ company over her pretentious husband.

Not that she’s ever voice that out loud.

She roughly has half an hour to get herself under control. When they return, she’ll send Dammon, Karlach, and Callum outside for the ‘sparring session.’ Inside, she’ll allow Astarion to feed then question him about whatever seems to be a bother. She won’t be able to focus properly if she’s too busy staring lovingly into his beautiful ruby red eyes or imagining herself dragging her fingers through his soft hair or—no, stop it. Stop it.

It’s been years. Get over it. Focus.

Tav suddenly claps her hands together, starling her remaining guests. “Okay. While you get settled in a guest room, I’ll put together some snacks. Dinner won’t be ready for another hour or so.”

Karlach opens her mouth to say something, but Dammon grabs her by the hand and starts pulling her out of the room. “Sounds perfect, Tav. Thank you for letting us stay the night.”

She’s too preoccupied with forcing herself to compartmentalize her feelings to realize she missed something. “You’re welcome.”

In their room, Dammon shuts the door and looks at his partner disapprovingly. He’s got his arms crossed and one foot tapping a steady rhythm on the rug. Karlach hates it. “What?” she whisper-yells.

“You know what.”

She begins to pace because she is not a fan of standing still. “They’re my best friends, Dammon! And they’re totally oblivious to each other's feelings.”

“I know, but it’s not your place.”

She smirks, hoping to lighten the mood. “Isn’t it?”

He pinches the ridge of his nose and sighs. “No, love, it’s not.”

She pouts. “Why not?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because they’re both adults. If they wanted to express how they felt for one another, they could do it themselves.”

Karlach throws her arms out, but keeps her voice at a whisper. “But they won’t express how they feel because they both think the other thinks of them as just a friend because of all the shit that happened when we had worms in our heads.” Miscommunication, manipulation, and misinformation. It was truly a mess back then. Still is, apparently.

Dammon sits down on the bed and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “That may be true, but it’s still not your place to speak on behalf of either of them.” He cocks an eyebrow. “Need I remind you that Tav is currently married.”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes. “She doesn’t love that soggy sponge, Terrick. She only did it so she could help the city. Bloody hells, she held her wedding outside, at night just so Astarion could attend.”

She makes a fair point. “I know, I know.”

The big red tiefling sits down next to him. “I want them to be happy, Dammon. They’re not happy.”

“Under these circumstances, they can’t be together.” Karlach lets out a frustrated growl. “Things can change though. Circumstances can change. There’s hope that one day those two will finally wake up and see what’s right in front of them with no obstacles in the way.”

“You really believe that?”

He straightens up and reaches for her hand again, this time meshing their fingers together. “That’s what I want to believe, love.”

She huffs. “Me too.”

He gives her hand a squeeze. “Promise to leave them be during our stay?”

And there’s that pout again. “Ugh, yes. Promise,” she grumbles.

“Thank you.” Dammon tilts towards her and places a light kiss on her cheek. Their tails intertwine behind them. “Now come on. She may not be happy, but I think having friends around makes things better.”

“I think so too.” They both stand up and head for the kitchen again. Just before opening the door, Karlach blocks it and grins wickedly at her partner. “But I know what would make her even happier .”

“Karlach.”

She relents. “Gods, kidding. Just kidding, Dammon.” Mostly.

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Thank you so much for reading!

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Im kinda new to tumblr I know im late lol, but I wanted to post my writing and one of my friends said tumblr was the place. So here’s one of my shameless introspective set in season three after episode six.

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I didn’t want this to happen. I thought a sleepover would’ve been fun, progress, a way to get some alone time. A confirmation that he had liked me more than anyone else. A confirmation that I was more than a warm mouth; that somewhere along the way I had gotten through. And I think I genuinely did, I did break through and that’s what’s scariest for him, that he cares. But my breakthrough wasn’t the issue, the breaking down of the door as his father broke in, the drop of the needle, and the start of the storm, Terry’s loud voice.

He knew.

He had just walked in on his son getting fucked by another man. A fate unimaginable: Terry Milkovich was watching his son leave a dirty stain on the Milkovich name. The chaos was quick, though it felt like forever. A beat down, an attempted escape, and a gun being pulled to my head with a threat to sit down and watch. So I sat, blood running down my face, watching my almost-boyfriend avoid my gaze, as his dad called a Russian hooker to fuck the faggot out of him.

But it’s been a week now and I haven’t seen him. It’s not surprising, Mickey had always tended to run. He was always scared of me in a way, of what I represented. Because to love me, is to accept his sexuality and that just wasn’t a possibility. But the world doesn’t stop turning when you need a break, so I went to school and I went to work, and when the want got overwhelming I smoked to fill his absence. I smoked because smoking is his and I miss his flame. I smoke and think of how I want to crawl into bed with him, how I want his warmth, but it will only make it colder when he leaves, so I cry instead.

I smoke again when I overhear someone saying he’s getting married and having a baby with the same Russian whore from that night. I smoke knowing I was there when she got pregnant because it’s only been a week. I smoke because my world is ending, and I know he doesn’t want to see me because I know my image reminds him. But when the cigarette fizzles out, I need to see him, so I seek him out anyways. I find him at an abandoned building slumped and throwing empty beer bottles at decaying walls. He reeks of booze and spurn. He ignores the call of his name until I throw one of his bottles back at him.

“So your dad beats the shit out of us and you’re just gonna get married no conversation, no nothing?” I’m yelling because he won’t listen, because I’m tired of giving him his way, and because I’m tired of waiting patiently.

“Jesus Christ, calm down.” The tone feels degrading, as if I’m overreacting. As if he doesn’t care that he’s marrying a Russian skank, or that he’s been ignoring me. He gets up to leave like this conversation is over, but it’s barely even started.

“Which piece of trash are you screwing to pretend I don’t matter to you” I can’t hide the hurt in my voice, this has been building too long.

“Fuck you.”

“What? you need to fag bash to feel like a man?”

I mean it to be pushy, I want him to hit me. I want him to leave his mark and let his anger out on me. If he needs to be mean he can be mean to me. My skin is full of fragile bones waiting for him to get tired of throwing bottles against walls. He swings and knocks me down to the floor–he turns to leave but this isn’t over.

“You love me and you’re gay, admit it.” My words are sharp, I want him to turn around, I want to hear him acknowledge what we have. Just this once I wish he’d admit that he loved me. That this was real and that he cares. But I let him beat me up, I let him bash me and pretend he doesn't care.

“Does this make you feel better?” I spit out blood.

“I do now.” This time when he turns I don’t stop him, I watch from my spot in the dirt as he leaves.

Even though I know he’s lying, it hurts, and I can’t tell if the ache in my chest is real, if the punches are setting in, if I’m feeling the after-effects, or if I just need a smoke. But I don’t quit, I can’t quit him. I go to the wedding, and I meet him in the back room of the dingy place he rented. I look at him knowing his answer but hoping that maybe he’ll follow. I hope this isn’t goodbye but even if he got married I’d throw my shoe at the altar and object until they dragged me out kicking and screaming. I build up the courage to finally speak:

“Don’t do this.”

The silence is deafening.

“Do you think I have a choice; do you think I want to marry her? Get out of your own fucking head man I don’t have a choice.”

“Come with me, run away, we’ll make it–just come with me.” My voice breaks off in a whisper, I’m desperate. I’m pleading. What he doesn’t understand is that I need him, even without legs my world runs for him, without his arms the clock stops, without him my heart stops.

“Please–” I fear I’ve given too much of myself away, and he can hear it in my voice, but if I’m not his, what am I?

“Come on man, doesn’t mean we can’t still bang” he laughs even if it doesn’t reach his eyes, this is his desperate attempt to keep me here. But I can’t do this. I kiss him for the last time, raw and desperate because I love him, and I know he does too in the way he grips my hips desperately, but I can’t give in. There’s no pain like watching your love get married to another woman, watching unconditional love go to waste, and I’m not strong enough to bare it. Wasted unconditional love, I can’t just stand here anymore. I can’t watch him kiss the bride and kiss me goodbye. I’ve stood in the way of the door too long, and I need to go.

“Don’t do this man, don’t leave.”

I can hear the hurt in his voice, this is goodbye. He won’t follow me but I can’t keep following him; I can’t keep filling this hole in my chest with smoke, waiting to feel whole. I can’t keep trying to remedy withdrawals with cheap tabaco. I’m tired of wanting more.

The love of my life just told me goodbye.

There’s nothing for me in this town, but in every crack, in every turn, I'm reminded. I see you in everything, the breeze whispers your name in my ear, the sky has your same blue, the mountains have the same slope as your nose and the clouds hide your face. I watch as my three-year relationship crumbles. Despite his denial, even if he never accepted his truth, the past three years were real to me. He can deny but I remember soft kisses and lingering touches, late-night meetups with the promise to see each other soon, and quiet exchanges with favors gone unsaid. I know that every I hate you was a hidden I love you and that his love was loud and disruptive but also sacred and quiet. He was angry but oh so soft because if nothing else he loved me. So even if he never let me hear it or call him my boyfriend this is the worst breakup I’ve ever had. So, for the last time I smoked, before I quit.

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That’s the end of it any critique or commentary is welcome also any help on how to properly tag if I’m doing it wrong.