#last time I checked I wasn't on the naughty list

[meownotgood]

the holidays are almost over and aki hasn't given me the one thing I asked for yet (dicking me down) what shall I do

[release-the-sheep]

again!

Rizzles, 47

hi again :)

(prompt from a list, it's been ages, I'm getting through them)

47 "Don't wanna come until I feel you in me."

"Hey, you wanted to see me?"

Jane steps into Maura's office and shuts the door behind her when Maura signals for her to do so from behind her desk. "Blinds too, please."

"You got it," says Jane uncertainly, frowning slightly. She turns when she's completed the task and strides over to the desk, which Maura has moved around and is now leaning against.

Maura looks conflicted, which does not unfurrow Jane's brow at all. "You weren't doing anything pressing, were you?" Maura asks, and it's sheepish.

Jane has very, very rarely seen Maura sheepish. Bashful, at times. Embarrassed, occasionally. Sheepish? Hardly ever. Jane's confusion only deepens. "I was looking back over the findings from ballistics for the Chang case, just 'cause somethin' might be different the seventh time I checked. No, it wasn't pressing. What's up, are you okay? What's going on?" She can feel herself getting worked up the longer Maura sits there, fidgeting with the cuffs of her cardigan and staring at her.

Maura takes a deep breath, flexing her fingers around cashmere. "You recall this morning?" she asks, proud of how normal she's able to make her voice sound despite the fact that she's practically shaking with need.

Jane immediately knows what Maura is referring to, and she smirks. She had spent last night at Maura's, and this morning had caught Maura looking over at her from the other side of the bed as they got dressed, rapt. Jane had felt a naughty smirk settle on her face and had decided to tease just a bit. She had turned fully toward Maura, dressed in just her grey Nike sports bra and black boyshorts, and locked eyes with her. Then, Jane had slowly slid first fingertips, then fingers, then her entire left hand under the thick band of said shorts. She had moved her hand around in there just enough to set Maura's mind reeling, before pulling it back out and reaching for the pants she'd laid out on the chaise longue. She'd even had the audacity to cavalierly wipe the pads of her fingers on the side of the shorts before going about the rest of her morning routine. Maura had felt her arousal light like a candle, flaring brightly at Jane's inciting actions, and then settling into a tamer but steady burn in their aftermath.

The candle had burned all morning and into the afternoon until at 2:17pm, Maura, now a puddle (of wax, or of something else), had decided she could wait no longer for Jane's touch and had sent the detective a quick, desperate text requesting her presence. It had included neither reason nor detail, and yes, Maura sees now how that might've looked to Jane. She spares half a moment for thoughts of repentance, but no more, as Jane appears now to be catching on. She always has been quick.

"You really been thinkin' 'bout that all day?" Jane asks, voice low and hips confidently cocked as she looms over Maura, getting right in her space.

Maura means to sound indignant but is aware she comes off needy and breathless instead. "Can you blame me? When you did it I could feel your fingers as if it was my skin they were on, and I've been feeling them since."

Jane's pupils dilate at her admission. "Well damn, that sounds like it must've made it hard to get any work done," she rasps.

Maura nearly stamps her foot in impatience. "You really are aggravating, you know."

Jane chuckles, dark and liquid and delicious, and Maura thinks the sound would taste like chocolate if she could somehow lick it. Jane takes the tips of Maura's fingers in hers and spins her so the ME's back is to her front. "You love it, though," she murmurs.

"Generally," Maura agrees, unwilling to risk hives and too caught up to think of a less incriminating answer. "Touch me, please," she nearly whines.

"With pleasure."

Jane begins by snaking a hand up over Maura's shoulder at her neck, pulling aside the collar of Maura's blouse slightly so she can leave a wet, hot kiss there. That hand continues over and down Maura's chest until it is cupping Maura's breast. Jane had recognized the strap of Maura's bra a moment ago when she revealed it, and she knows it does not have padding, just a wire and satin cups and a front clasp. She takes advantage, pressing the heel of her palm firmly against soft flesh and then curling her fingers around to knead.

Maura can actually feel some of the texture of Jane's scar through the two thin layers of fabric, and she shudders in pleasure. Her nipple is hard, poking, and Jane responds by loosing her fingers and caressing with her palm flat. It makes Maura twitch and gasp.

Jane does that melted chocolate chuckle again. Her hand glides lower down Maura's front, until she is cupping Maura between her legs. She can feel the heat and even a hint of the moisture of Maura's arousal through designer slacks, and it makes her hiss. She starts to rub, slow but firm, and Maura throws her head back against Jane's shoulder with a wanton moan. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding, you could come from just this, huh?" Jane asks, awed.

"Don't... want to," breathes the pathologist, pushing her hips into Jane's hand.

"What? Why?" Jane moves as if to pull her hand away but Maura clamps her own hand down against Jane's wrist, maintaining the delectable pressure. She gathers herself to speak again.

"Don't wanna come until I feel you in me."

Jane feels dizzy. "Well, then, I better get your pants open," she croaks.

Maura reaches behind her with the hand not holding Jane's in place and pulls Jane's face toward hers over her shoulder. She lays a searing kiss on Jane, messy and forceful. "You'd better."

Jane licks her lips where Maura's just were and undoes the clasp, button, and fly of Maura's slacks. She wastes no time sliding into satin panties and collecting Maura's arousal on her fingertips. Maura keens, rolling her hips and pulling Jane tighter against her. Jane starts to move her fingers then, dipping low to the base of Maura's entrance before coming back up again nearer her clit, without touching it directly. She repeats the movement a few times, thoroughly slicking up the area, though Maura hardly needs her help with that. It's almost exactly what Jane did to herself this morning while Maura watched, and it makes Jane ask, "Is this what you've been wanting all day?"

"Yes," mewls Maura, long and drawn out and sinful. "Yes Jane, oh god, fuck me, please, please," she babbles.

Jane places a hungry kiss on Maura's shoulder as she enters her. The dual sensations ignite Maura, causing her to moan again. Jane is being deliberate, tracing her finger everywhere along Maura's walls, stroking and bending and flexing before beginning a fairly firm, rhythmic rubbing of one particularly sensitive patch at the front. To say it is working for Maura would be an understatement; the ME is writhing in Jane's arms, pressing into Jane's assault, whimpering and moaning and sighing with each move Jane makes.

And yet it's not enough. "Jane, please, another finger," Maura pants, digging her nails hard enough into Jane's side to leave marks as she holds the pair of them as close together as she can.

"Yeah?" asks Jane, her voice coming out low from deep in her chest, knowing she's teasing.

"Please," begs Maura again, near crying from the sensation building at her apex.

"Okay, baby, I've got you," murmurs Jane, slipping in her ring finger alongside the middle finger she's already stroking Maura with, easily incorporating it into her ministrations.

Maura groans and bucks her hips, startling them both with the bang it causes their bodies to make against her desk.

The sound activates Jane. "You know what to do if you don't like it but I'm gonna try something, okay?" she warns on a growl.

Maura makes a sound that feels more likely to be acquiescence than anything else, and Jane moves. She grips Maura's hair at the back of her head, lays her forearm against Maura's spine, and bends the Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts over her own desk.

There's a muffled noise of pure pleasure as Maura bites down on her fist to stifle an honest-to-god scream at Jane's actions.

"You okay, baby?" asks Jane gently, beginning to slow down, "Bad scream or good scream?"

Maura scrabbles for Jane's hand between her legs, holding her in place. "So good, oh fuck Jane so good, so, so—"

But Jane has twisted her hand so she can circle her thumb around Maura's clit, and Maura comes. It feels like flying, every sensation completely tuned out except for the white-hot point of pleasure between her thighs.

The first feeling to return is the warmth of Jane's body as she's held, followed by the hard feeling of the desk she's still pressed against. Jane pulls out only now, having been slowly easing Maura down. She rubs broad circles over Maura's back. "That was good huh," she asks, and Maura feels her face form a sleepy grin at how self-satisfied the detective sounds.

"It was, yes," she agrees easily. "Wanna do it again later? I feel like we should christen my home office the same way."

Jane just laughs, and Maura thinks of chocolate.

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All I Want for Christmas

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Fives x fem!reader | 2.8k words

Content: fluff, Christmas themes, snuggling for warmth, confessions, friends to lovers

Prompts: "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list." & "All I want for Christmas is you."

It was a crisp and windy night, though you wouldn't feel the effects of the cold right away. Your eagerness for the evening's activities would fill you with enough warmth for a short while, as would the enjoyable company of your best friend, Fives.

You were surrounded by many friends and clones, a group of you who tried as often as possible to celebrate the year's holidays together. This year, not everyone would be on planet when Christmas Day came around, but you'd all managed to find a night earlier in the month to come together and exchange gifts, share good food, and, as you were about to do now, walk around the neighborhoods to admire the lights.

And while you loved all your friends dearly, it was Fives who you'd been most eager to see. You felt closest to him the most. You seemed to understand each other so well, falling into step right where you'd last left off, as if he hadn't been gone for the past several months. As if there hadn't been whispers that his unit had fallen under attack and may not be coming home this time, leaving you numb with worry. As if you hadn't realized you were in love with him when you heard he would come back after all, safe and sound.

"What the hell is that?" he laughed beside you as you passed by a house that seemed to be quite normal.

"What's what?" You gazed around but could only see the standard set up of dazzling lights and festive lawn ornaments.

Fives wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed to two reindeer decorations... that were stacked rather suggestively on top of one another. "That."

You could only momentarily process how close he was, how warm you felt being held like that, before you fell into sync with his laughter. It was a pretty funny thing to come across, especially as Fives began to muse whether the owners of the house set it up that way on purpose or if they were pranked. Either scenario was humorous. He then insisted on taking a photo of you with the indecent display in the background.

Though your laughter over the reindeer had warmed you up, the moment you two spent over it caused you to fall behind the rest of the group. You could no longer see them on the street, nor could you hear their lively sounds of chatter.

"They must have turned that corner up there," Fives said as you two started walking again. He was no longer holding you but was walking alongside you a little closer than before. Or, at least that's what it felt like. Maybe you were just imagining it.

There was a little bit of silence as you passed by the next brightly lit house and admired it. But Fives wasn't one to keep quiet for too long.

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" he asked.

You forced your gaze away from the pretty lights to look at him, noting a flush in his cheeks but deciding it must be the wind.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled a little. "What do you mean? It's a simple question. What's on your wishlist this year?"

"I just thought... never mind," you shrugged, having thought he wanted to know what to get you, which of course was silly since your group was doing a white elephant exchange this year. "Um, I don't know. There really isn't anything I want, to be honest."

Fives knocked his shoulder into yours, accompanied by a dramatic gasp. "You don't want aaaa-nything? Impossible."

You just smiled and shook your head. "Yeah, not really."

"So you're good? You're perfectly content? Everything in your life is amazing and you're in need of nothing more?"

Of course the answer to his questions was a lot more complicated than the simple "Yep" you responded with. You were content in this moment, walking alongside your best friend, enjoying the festivities of the season in his company. But before this moment, you hadn't really been happy. You'd been worried sick by his absence, impatient to see him again, doubting that he'd be as thrilled to see you. You'd been nothing short of lovesick and you had no idea how to admit such a thing to him now.

"I don't buy it," he said, bumping playfully against you again. "There has to be something."

You finally came up to the corner you assumed your friends had turned down. You took it without thought, knowing it would loop back around to your friend's house. A house that was starting to sound really appealing given that a chill was settling back in.

"Clothes?" Fives asked.

"Huh?"

"Like a nice scarf or a dress or something?" Oh, you realized he was still trying to figure out your Christmas wish list. "Or fuzzy socks?"

"I have plenty of fuzzy socks," you said. And with that thought, you realized your toes were getting rather cold, despite being wrapped in thick socks and boots. That then led to you recognize just how cold you were all over: your nose, your hands, your knees....

"Okay, then how about jewelry? Girls always like jewelry, right?"

You rolled your eyes as you dug your hands deeper into your pockets, searching for warmth. "I don't really need any more jewelry."

You weren't paying much attention to the lights anymore, instead picking up the pace so you could get back to the warmth of your friend's house sooner. Fives didn't seem to care about the lights, either. He was still trying to figure out your supposed Christmas wishlist.

"What about a box of chocolates?"

"I buy enough chocolate as it is."

"A candle?"

"Pretty sure half of the white elephant gifts in there are candles."

"Hm... You like games right?"

"I have enough games."

"Nonsense, you can never have too many games."

"Well, when your friends aren't around to play them with you, you can."

Fives was silent. You looked over to find he was watching you with a sort of sadness in his eyes. No, not sadness... guilt.

"I'm sorry," he said after a beat. "I wish I was around more..."

"No, no," you were quick to jump in, not wanting him to feel that way at all. "It's fine. It is what it is. We all know that."

Fives nodded but didn't seem convinced. He looked away, stared straight ahead, as you passed by the last house and arrived at your friend's. The change of course up to the porch seemed to snap him out of his mindlessness and bring him back into better spirits.

"A puppy!" he declared as you approached the door. Both of you were stomping your shoes against the wood of the porch to dislodge any dirt you'd picked up along the way. "No one in the entire galaxy could say no to a puppy."

You huffed out a laugh of defeat. "Okay, sure, I'll take a puppy for Christmas."

He laughed with you as you opened the front door. You expected a wall of warmth to hit you, accompanied by smells of food and chatter of friends. Instead you were met with dim lights, silence, and a cold that almost rivaled the frigid air you'd just walked in from.

"What the..." Fives joined your confusion in the entry hall, and then snapped his fingers as he realized something. "Kix said he knew someone in this neighborhood. They all must have gone there. We beat them back."

You vaguely recalled passing by a house with loud voices from inside, surely including voices from your friends, but you were too busy trying to warm your hands now to dwell on it further. Fives placed a gentle hand on your back as he scooted past you and down the hall toward the thermostat. He messed with it a bit as you shuffled into the little den off the entry. You were reluctant to remove your coat and scarf when it was still so cold.

"Hm," Fives frowned, joining you a few moments later. He flicked on a lamp on the table beside you. "Heat's not coming on. Something's broken."

"Can you fix it?" You tried not to let your teeth chatter.

"Yeah..." he trailed off and you followed his gaze to the fireplace on the opposite end of the room. His lips quirked, a sign he was going to get up to something. "Or... we could have ourselves a cozy little fire instead!" 

He shuffled around the sofa and started investigating the decorations on top of the mantle.

"What?" you asked as you stepped around the sofa as well.

"Ah ha!" He opened up what had looked to be merely a decoration of an old fashioned truck, but apparently doubled as storage for some matches. In no time, Fives had started a humble fire amongst the wood in the fireplace and was stepping back toward you.

"Take your coat off, get cozy!" he laughed in delight, sitting down on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him.

You reluctantly shrugged off your coat. You could feel little puffs of warm air from the fire but the room overall was still too cold to be comfortable. You let out an involuntary shiver as you joined Fives on the sofa.

"Uh oh," he teased, scooting closer. "Need to cuddle for warmth?"

You knew his offer was in jest, but you couldn't resist the thought, especially when your cheeks were already heating at an alarming rate just by sitting this close. Fuck it, you decided, and promptly slid your arms around his middle and pulled him close.

"Well okay then," he laughed in amusement, wrapping his own arms around you in return. He wasn't angry, which you took as encouragement and buried your frozen nose into the crook of his neck. You felt one of his hands come up to rest on the back of your head, keeping you in place for a wonderful, peaceful moment.

You warmed up fairly quickly, though your fingers still felt numb. Without thinking, you shifted a bit and slid your hands underneath Fives' shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. His muscles tensed in response.

"Whoa there," he chuckled lowly. "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list."

The heat from the blush on your cheeks immediately shot through the rest of your body. You were mortified. Fives was your friend, what were you doing?

You detached yourself quickly and mumbled an apology. He was still laughing a bit so you joined in nervously, but not daring to meet his eyes. Not when you were this flustered. He relaxed back onto the sofa and draped an arm along the backside, just beside your head.

"So, um, what do you want for Christmas?" you asked, trying to get past your awkwardness and back to the easygoing state of your friendship, despite the ache deep within your chest that yearned for something more.

"Me? Oh, nothing much."

Now you looked over at him, balking. "Fives!" 

"What?" he grinned.

You swatted at him. "You just gave me shit for not wanting anything!"

"I said I didn't want much, not that I didn't want anything at all."

You huffed. "Okay, then what is this 'nothing much' that you want?"

His smile didn't completely disappear, just settled into something a little softer, more pensive. He cocked his head a bit as he looked at you, considering what to say.

"Would you be mad if I said that all I want for Christmas is you?"

You blinked at first, unable to come up with an other reaction. How could you? How could you process such a confession? Was it even a confession? Or was he just being cheeky?

You forced yourself to clear your throat. "Mad? Confused is more like it."

"Confused?" He smirked for only a second before settling back into that strange and soft look. "What's so confusing?"

"Uh... I mean..." you stammered through an awkward laugh. "What does that even mean? You want me... to do something? To... to... see me? You're seeing me right now..."

Your skin was still alight with a fire that seemed to burn brighter than the one in the fireplace. You were so flustered, and Fives was getting a real kick out of it.

"Calm down, cyare," he laughed, scooting a little closer and taking your hands into his. "I want you, as in, I want to... you know.. be with you."

He was starting to get a little shy himself, though you weren't really paying attention. Your heart was threatening to beat its way out of your chest, so you instead focused on the feeling of Fives' hands wrapped around yours. So warm, so firm. They grounded you just enough for his words to sink in. He wanted to be with you.

Now you felt like you were floating. That nasty knot that had settled into the pit of your stomach, back when you'd thought he wasn't coming home, was finally coming undone. Freeing you from its weight. Letting you soar with hope for a different kind of future with your best friend.

When you finally brought your eyes back up to meet Fives', you could finally see the blush in his own cheeks, the way his eyes searched yours for validation. He'd made himself vulnerable in a way he'd only ever been a handful of times with you. Like when he'd confessed how frustrated he was about the war, how angry it made him sometimes to think about it, how he secretly held dreams of one day escaping and living a normal life somewhere. You thought back to those conversations now, viewing them in a different light. You'd always wondered what his idea of normal was, if it included anyone else... anyone like you. And now you were starting to get an idea that it did.

"I'm sorry if this is sudden," he said quickly and quietly, filling in the silence you didn't mean to leave. "It's just... you know this last mission was... well, it didn't go very well. And it made me reevaluate my life. What I really want. And honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He gave a bashful smile and you returned it, easing his nerves just a little.

"I was really worried about you," you confessed, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. "I didn't just want you to come back, I wanted you to come back to me. And I'm so glad you want the same."

You both laughed once more, though more out of relief than nervousness, and ended by resting your foreheads against each other. Fives then let go of your hands so he could bring his arms back around you and pull you close again. You let yourself rest against him with a contented sigh... and then bolted right back up as a thought occurred to you.

"Wait, you said you want me for Christmas?"

"Yeah..." Fives' eyes were wide with alarm.

"Just for Christmas? And that's it?"

The tension immediately left his shoulders as he realized what you were doing. He gave you a look and you used all your willpower to hold back your amusement.

"So when Christmas is all over, you'll be done with me?" you pushed on with the bit. "You won't want me anymore?"

"Ugh, cyare, please," Fives rolled his eyes and tried wrapping his arms around you again.

"I just want to be clear about this." Your voice was breaking, as was his own act to be annoyed. The two of you could never hold it together for very long.

"Of course I'll want you after Christmas is over," he said through a chuckle. "I'll want you for Valentine's and for your birthday and all the solstices..."

"So you only want me on holidays?"

"You're killing me here, you know," he grumbled into your shoulder.

You would've continued with your teasing, but just then the front door opened behind you, letting in your missing friends. Even if you and Fives had tried to act innocent, you wouldn't have been quick enough. Whatever they'd been talking about on their way in immediately changed into a chorus of gasps and cheers.

"Well it's about time!"

"Oh my god!"

"Finally!"

"I knew it!"

You snuggled closer to Fives, in part to hide your embarrassment, but also to escape the wisp of cold air your friends had let in with them. Fives laughed along with the commotion while holding you, and it felt like the most natural thing, being in his arms like this.

"For the record," he later whispered into your ear, when things had died down with your friends enough, "I want you every day for the rest of my life. If you'll have me."

You smiled into his chest and held him closer.

"Of course. You're all I want, too."

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. holiday season is near, whats Christmas without a little drama to stir and a new boo for the mistletoe?

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You were convinced that along with old age came a sour attitude towards the holidays. Sure, Gojo was twice your age and around the same age as your own father, considering the fact that Gojo was the top-paid employee in your father's company. 

When you first started to get comfortable with the fact that you were in a committed relationship with the man, you only wanted him to be your designated booty call.

just someone that you needed to warm up your bed whenever you got a little bored.

He'd slipped through the cracks of your commitment issues, crawling through the shit that you'd put him through just to finally tie you down and agree to the title of his girlfriend. 

But the moment that you two started to spend more time together, it was obvious that you two were two different people going through completely different paths in life.

It was a struggle trying to include each other in the daily routines that the both of you had already settled into, one that would always be the strain that ignited the flame for the main topic for the arguments that you two had. 

As the month crept to an end and it was your first holiday that you two were spending together, you were starting to notice how much of an absolute grinch your grown-ass boyfriend was.

"I don’t understand why I have to dress like we’re going to a fucking gala." Gojo complained for the fourth time, fidgeting with his dark green tie around his neck. The beep of his Mercedes was heard as he locked it.

You hadn't understood why he was complaining so much. The ivy green of his velvet suit not only fitted against his pale complexion, but it matched perfectly with the dark shade of wine red you wore to fit the Christmas theme.

"Stop being such a brat, I never knew you'd passed up the free opportunity to pass on unnecessarily expensive wine and old people talking about their slot shares and other boring shit." You hissed out into the cold air, hugging your jacket closer to your chest for warmth.

The night was young, the sky a darker purple as the moon rose just above in the sky, and down from the clouds fell small specs of white crystals laying against the ground, leaving a small blanket of white on the streets and anything else that it could mark. 

You would have thought it was a scene from a movie if it hadn't been for the hot-headed being erasing all recollections of Christmas joy you had left in your soul. 

"Last I checked, that boring shit is the reason you could even afford to wear that godawful set." Your outfit wasn’t awful: nothing about the dazzling diamond necklace that decorated your collarbone or the white crystals that hung from your ears was anything close to being considered ugly.

"I swear it's like you don't even try to look even close to modest." It just wasn't the dress that Gojo had laid out for you to wear. 

Another reason that you two were arguing would be his completely unbearable, controlling personality, wanting to dress you up and down as if you were his personal Barbie doll.

"Last I checked, my father pays your bills, honey," you scoffed, ignoring his invitation to hold his arm and stomping forward to the door. 

As with the doorman who greeted you by name, your annoyance morphed into a split second of kindness. Not missing the sly smile placed on his lips as he checked you out.

He wasn't bad looking—a tall man with a wide stature and a dark gaze—and if you hadn't had the throne by your side—aka Gojo—you might have given him another look. 

It seemed like Gojo didn't miss that look of reconsideration in your eye, ignoring the man's greeting and barreling through the door with a scuff.

"So now you're going to throw a tantrum tonight, how fucking mature of you," he scoffed, grabbing you by the elbow and bringing you to a halt. 

You stumbled a bit from the force but were used to Gojo's strength enough to stabilize yourself in your heels.

You didn't bother making the confrontation look anything but aggressive, you hoped that someone would get the completely wrong idea just by looking at you glaring up at him. 

Fortunately for Gojo, your father seemed to appear out of thin air, as he looked as graceful and rich as ever.

A man out of a bougie magazine always seemed too dressed to impress.

You were convinced he did it just to remind the other people around him that they could never dream to even make as much money as he would spend in a day.

"Ah, there you are, sweetheart. I was waiting to see when you and Gojo would arrive."

Your father was a stony man, practically always in business mode, ready to give just about anyone that would lend him an ear a nice long ramble about how important it is to stay ahead in life, to never let your self-worth droop, and to especially never let anyone walk all over you, which you found pretty ironic given the type of guy you were dating.

Gojo's expression had changed completely, plastering on that annoying chirper smile as if he wasn't already red in the face and ready to blow up at you.

You two should have gotten Grammy awards for how quickly you could change from the appearance of completely hating each other to looking like the world's star couple as you yanked your elbow from his grasp instead of tucking your arm into his. 

"Hope you found the place quite already. If I knew it was bound to snow this much, I would have moved the date back a bit." You detested small talk, even despised it. 

No matter the person or situation, you could hide the way your smile twitched, your eyes already scanning for an escape. The last thing you wanted to do at a party was talk about the fucking weather.

"Yeah, it was a pretty long drive with the traffic and all, I’m gonna go find the restrooms to freshen up a bit." The excuse was enough for your father to allow you to part ways, slipping away from the conversation with a small hug before your heels directed you straight to the open bar. 

Drinking was a pretty good distraction, especially when you were passed a new glass at the wave of a hand. You had almost felt shame at the side glances the bartender would give you with every shot.

 "Boy trouble?" Anyone but the doorman with the alluring eyes and Chester smile was expected to be sitting next to you. 

Your eyes instantly flickered to the scar that traced just over his lips. He seemed to get a lot of attention from the scar, his tongue swiping over the front of his smile to his cheek once he had noticed your eyes on his mouth.

You weren't sloppy drunk; if anything, you were a bit tipsy, as your party phase definitely raised your alcohol tolerance. "Sorry, what?" you stuttered a bit over your syllables, lashes fluttering as you genuinely tried to recognize the question he asked.

Toji didn't seem phased at all, only biting back a chuckle as he leaned against the bar counter, rotating his entire position on the stool to face you completely.

An extremely attractive gesture of interest that you had checked off on the list of things that he’s done that you found completely hot.

Another thing was the way his head nodded in the direction of Gojo, yet his eyes still stayed on you as if a split second of looking away would miss some little detail about you. "What do you think they're talking about?"

The question had brought a smile to your face, and you were giggling into your drink as you tipped back the glass. "I bet stocks and boring shit." Your thoughts returned to the earlier argument. "A bunch of stuck-up assholes parading around my dad just for a raise." You sighed. 

"I don't blame them, shit might go over there myself if it meant a few months off rent." You felt his hand rest against your thigh, his palm warm to the touch despite standing outside in the snow.

You wondered how he had managed to radiate so much heat from his body, almost like a personal heater, resisting the urge to lean into his chest and nuzzle your face into his chest.

With a glance, you noticed how black seemed to be his color—dark slacks and a button-up shirt that hugged his muscles just the right amount. 

Not enough to tear around the seams, but enough to show that he had definitely bought in a bigger size but had gotten shrunken as he got bigger, or maybe he just didn't know how to wash his clothes.

Either way, you weren't complaining much as he seemed to soak up all the attention you gave him. "You're pretty handsy for a guy I just met."

"And you're just pretty." He had seemed to be leaning in more and more, wanting to get as close to you as he possibly could.

Wanting to know how far he could push you before you would pull away, and maybe it was the alcohol talking or the fact that your asshole boyfriend was just a few feet away, glaring at you from across the room, but something inside of you just seemed to erupt.

“Wanna get out of here?”

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[hecatemoon87]

Warnings ⚠️ smut. Minors DNI

Master list

Part VI - sorry, no editing first draft. Hopefully, it is still enjoyable.

Bob picked up a red pen and wrote a big X on the calendar. One day down, seven more to go.

He was counting down the days left of being in the priesthood and when he could officially be with his beloved, Jocelyn. It was slow going, but Bob wanted to complete the transition of his junior priest duties, and therefore had to wait.

The fact of the matter was that the whole thing would be a lot easier if Jocelyn wasn't constantly trying to temp him! The last time he had encountered her, he had made out with her and may have slipped a few fingers into her tight, little pussy. He was currently thinking of her slick, velvet walls when a chalkboard eraser was launched at his shoulder.

"Hey, Bob! I've been talking this whole time! Didn't you hear anything I said?" It was Bob's fellow junior priest, Jason Choi.

"Huh? Uh, sorry. I was thinking about something else," Bob said, bending down to pick up the eraser.

Jason rolled his eyes and said, "I was trying to tell you that the front court yard needs the leaves raked. I'll get the chalkboards."

"Oh, right. I'll...I'll go rake the courtyard then," Bob said, glad his concentration was broken from thinking about sex. Working with a slight hard on inside a church wasn't entirely ideal.

Bob had made pretty good progress on the leaves when his phone buzzed. He extracted it from his back pocket, checked the text and nearly dropped his phone.

Jocelyn had texted him a picture of herself in a sexy Catholic school girl uniform. She was licking a candied sucker rather suggestively. Beneath the image, she had texted, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

Bob sighed. He wasn't going to get through these next seven days without sinning some more. He pocketed his phone and returned to his raking. After a few minutes, he shook his head and put the rake back in the shed. Then, he made his way to Jocelyn's place.

He had a key and unlocked the front door, then locked it behind him. He placed his keys, phone, and wallet on the kitchen table. Then he rolled up the sleeves to his black priest shirt and made his way to the back bedroom where he found Jocelyn laying on her stomach, reading a book. It was the Bible.

She looked up very innocently and blinked. "Oh, Father Saginowski, I was reading the Bible like a good girl, just like you wanted. But I read about how women are the source of all sin and, well, that just made me horny," she said, biting her bottom lip. Her long black hair was made into a single loose braid that hung over her shoulder, and she twirled at the end as she spoke.

The school uniform barely covered her shapely figure, and the whole role-playing situation broke him. Here, he stood before her in his black priest attire with white collar included. His sleeves rolled up, looking down on this naughty little school girl.

"You've been a very, very, bad girl. You've tempted me from day one, and now, I'm going to punish you," he growled, but all in good fun as this made Jocelyn moan with pleasure, hearing her man being dominant turned her on.

He reached forward, grabbing her smooth, toned legs, and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed, holding her wrists tight. Then he pushed her short skirt to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He grunted upon seeing her naked mound and squated down, yanking her legs up and over his shoulders, burying his tongue into her womanhood.

Jocelyn had not expected him to react so ravenously but gladly fell back onto the bed and squirmed under his lapping tongue. "Oh, Father, yes, baby, yes," she purred.

Bob's cock was hard and he couldn't help but dry hump the air a little as he devoured her cunt. Her fingers glided through his hair, and the sounds of her pleasure burned through him.

He wanted to get her good and wet because he had every intention in pounding that sexy, but oh, so very frustrating little pussy of hers.

He found her clit and mercilessly twirled his tongue over that little, sensitive nub. This caused Jocelyn to shudder and whine, begging him to undo her. And he did, feeling her gush forth over his tongue and mewling like that perfect sinful slut like she was.

Bob licked her one last time before standing up and wiping her honey from his mouth. She looked at him dreamily and was about to say something, something clever, no doubt, but Bob was at his limit with her sass. He undid her shirt, which was only sealed by a simple knot.

As the shirt fell open, his eyes saw her ample, round bouncy breasts, tipped with small pert little nipples begging to be sucked, pinched, and squeezed. He fell upon her, his mouth finding purchase on her left nipple, nibbling and licking like his favorite treat.

Jocelyn cooed and wiggled beneath him, and he broke from her breasts to kiss her deeply. When he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to bred that little cunt of yours," Then stood up and flipped her on her stomach. With a knee, he shoved her legs part, her perfect little ass arched up, showing him her drenched pussy lips.

He undid his belt and was about to cast it away but grinned to himself and used it to spank her bottom.

"Bob!" Jocelyn squeaked and turned to look at him.

"What? Too hard?"

She paused, taking in the sensation of the burn and said, "Do it again."

He obeyed and gave her another crack over her soft cheeks. She moaned and gripped the bed sheets, "Bob, oh fuck, I need you, now. Fill my pussy up with that big cock," she whined. Bob dropped his pants and plowed right through her succulent lips, parting her walls and stuffing her completely with his throbbing member. The head of his cock meet the back of her core and he flexed, causing Jocelyn to whimper in both pain and pleasure. "Oh, yes. Punish me, Daddy! Make me your little fuck toy please!!" She begged.

Bob did not hesitate and drilled her into the mattress. Any guilt he had been feeling was far gone as he felt her tight cunt clenched around his girth. He made the whole bed shake, holding her by her haunches and pounding hard.

Hus pants slipped down to his ankles. He pulled out of her, abandoning her hungry pussy causing her to fuss. But he needed to kick the pants away and remove his shirt, he was sweating hard.

Now, fully naked, he pulled her back on his cock and finished breeding her. He came hard, filling her womb with his viscous seed, hot and syrupy.

Jocelyn seemed to be having another orgasm as her cunny clenched and swallowed vigorously over his cock, causing him to cum harder.

As he came down, he was spent. It was like all the tension, guilt, and stress of his life had been erased.

Jocelyn rolled over onto her back and motioned for him to lie beside her. She took him into her arms and kissed his forehead. He nestled his head upon her chest, listening as her heart rate when back down.

"That was amazing, baby. I hope you're not feeling too guilty she said, smoothing back his hair and looking into his handsome face.

He smiled and laughed softly. "Since when did you care if I feel guilty for my sins?"

"I think it's all very silly, but I do love you, so I care," she said, frowning.

He nodded and pulled her into his arms. "I know, I love you too. But damn, Jocelyn, you are relentless."

She giggled and snuggled into him further. "You cummed a boat load in me. I doubt my birth control will stand against all that. Do you want a baby?"

Bob pulled back to look at her square in the face, "Uh, shit. We probably need to get married before that, right?"

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "I want an outdoor wedding, then."

"But inside a church is better," he said.

"Whatever, I guess I can let you have that. But our wedding night will be filled with sin, I guarantee it."

The end.

[millermenapologist]

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Actually, that was a smart fucking response!! I doubt I would answer in this level, I mean, you made me realize I talk like a teenager compared to you (that's a compliment btw💖)

And I as someone who haven't read the book, You managed to clarify some things I had no idea about, and the whole concept of 90s is actually true and a point that never came to my mind when thinking about lolita: this was an era in Hollywood with this concept of "oh naughty teenager falls in love with older man or a male with some kind of power (like a teacher)" - I mean, The Crush starring Alicia Silverstone is an example. Those really had a part of internalize to people the belief that teen girls have a dubious innocence.

And what you said by the end just confirmed that this movie is truly what I was thinking: a coquette horror story🫠

I feel bad for her. I mean, she had a hard ass fucking life even after him, and then died so early giving birth. When I remember about the girl reading in her backyard or loving a normal life with her mom, it's hard to imagine that this person is the same one that had that life and ending. Does the movie says something about her baby and husband, or not?

Anon you're too kind (๑•з•)))⋆♡⋆ฺ=͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞

Also, I 100% talk like a teenager too. I'm one of those annoying ass people who repeats "like" every other word, the magic of having learned English by watching YouTube videos from 2016. My writing just happens to be a lot more curated in style because my college internship was at a place that required a lot of writing and not only I was the only woman, but I was also the only ESL, so... it was the trenches. The trenches, I tell you!

Oh, and on this topic! In his entire career of (bestselling) writer, Nabokov rarely did impromptu interviews: if someone wanted to interview him, he'd ask for them to send him a letter containing all the questions they wanted to ask him, would type down the answers, and then read them out loud during the interview. He claimed that his reason to do so was because English wasn't his native language, but it was very much another way for him to fuck with people.

Rest of the "professional" answer below the cut, and beware that, because of the very last question, I'm gonna mention stillbirth.

We are still getting this kind of movies, tbh. Miller's Girl is from this year, and it comes with a very similar premise too: young girl (albeit this time we managed to get her to turn 18! Let the kingdom rejoice!) goes out of her way to seduce a much older man because the idea of it tickles her fancy, and, as a consequence, his life is ruined from top to bottom despite him being the actual victim of the story.

We did get a lot better, as a society, at treating kids like kids (just look at the stark difference between Katherine Hardwicke's Thirteen and Bo Burnham's Eighth Grade), but as soon as we're talking about (especially) girls in their late teens, then it's still treated like open season.

Anyways, yeah, the movie is a coquette horror story, and I can't but find funny the fact that so many people on TikTok got up in arms when others started referring to Lolita as "coquette." It is. We can acknowledge it's a story about a child being abused while also recognizing its soft atmosphere and pastel tones.

I do wish that the coquette people would also find a way to include the horror too, tho...

[...] to buying beautiful things for Lo. Goodness, what crazy purchases were prompted by the poignant predilection Humbert had in those days for check waves, bright cottons, frills, puffed-out short sleeves, soft pleats, snug-fitting bodices and generously full skirts! [...] Did I have something special in mind? coaxing voices asked me. Swimming suits? We have them in all shades. Dream pink, frosted aqua, glans mauve, tulip red, oolala black. Part 1, Chapter 25, p. 107

You picked them? They're just there for a second, a small detail that your brain barely notices, but Humbert did, indeed, refer to the shade of pink he wanted to buy for Dolores' swimsuit as "glans mauve," and the black swimsuit is not simple black, it's "oolala black," which hints towards it being a lacy undergarment designed to look sexy.

The whole book is littered with descriptions of what Dolores wears, and although the coquette style definitely does fit those descriptions, what it constantly misses is that sense of uneasiness that comes from them, the little details that make you furrow your eyebrows, re-read, and go "Oh."

Also, I definitely forgot to mention this in the other response, but I think that the movies (both) aged Dolores up, brought her to a very vague age that was around ~16ish, but in the book Nabokov was very clear: Humbert is only attracted to children aged from 9 to 14 at most (he has a whole monologue about it that wasn't brought up in neither of the adaptations), and Dolores was 12 when they first meet. The bulk of the novel takes place between the summers of 1947 and 1949, and Dolores was born on January 1st 1935. At her oldest, when she was with Humbert, she was 14.

Sooooo... to your actual question (the yapping I do, my god...).

Charlotte wasn't exactly a good mother to Dolores, and the movie sweetened her a lot, and not just because he brought Humbert into their home (it's a common trait of predators, to target single mothers to have easier access to children).

In the book, Dolores used to have a younger brother, a child who had died at 2 in a very tragic accident (he's never brought up again afterwards, but it does reinforce one of the main themes of the novel: childhood lost, in the most literal of senses), and Charlotte is hinted as having greatly preferred him to her daughter.

The reason why Humbert escalates to plotting her murder isn't because Charlotte sent Dolores to summer camp (although he complains and complains about it, defining it as him losing two months of her beauty), but because she wants to send her away forever.

"Ah," said Mrs. Humbert, dreaming, smiling, drawing out the "Ah" simultaneously with the raise of one eyebrow and a soft exhalation of breath. "Little Lo, I'm afraid, does not enter the picture at all, at all. Little Lo goes straight from camp to a good boarding school with strict discipline and some sound religious training. And then - Beardsley College. I have it all mapped out, you need not worry." Part 1, Chapter 20, p. 82-83

We have no reason to doubt the truthfulness of this conversation because it works in Humbert's favor: of course he planned to murder his wife! He wanted to take away from him the love of his life, whatever else was he supposed to do? Wouldn't the kind gentlemen of the jury understand his actions, had they been in his place?

So... Dolores would've probably ran away from her mother too, if she had had the possibility. Or from boarding school.

As for her husband and baby, the movie greatly diminished their role in the themes of the plot.

For starters, when she writes him the letter asking for help, she does so by opening with "Dear Dad," and then continues to do so for the entirety of it, referring to herself as "Dolly" in the bottom signature. She desperately wants to believe that that's what he'll now be for her: a father, nothing else. Just... she was terribly scared, and this is a sentiment that's completely overshadowed by Humbert's feelings. She's pregnant and penniless, and so terrified for her future that she went out of her way to contact the man who abused her for years (and that she suspects killed her mother) in the hope that he wouldn't act like a monster and lend her just enough money to get to Alaska, where her husband wants to go because he heard that there are a lot of jobs there.

And you know what his response to the letter is? He becomes angry, violent, and plans to murder her and her husband both. He goes to her house with the intention of doing so, and the only thing that stops him is that he suddenly finds himself recognizing his Lolita in Dolly.

Her husband, Dick (and yes, the name is not a random choice), is a hard-of-hearing man who is completely oblivious to what happened to her. Dolores, a girl who spent her entire life being unheard, ultimately married a man who cannot hear her either. She has to yell at him to be heard, has to scream or force herself into his field of vision to make sure he's paying attention. No matter how much the people say they feel for her, she's still isolated, she's still alone, she's still unheard. Dick is as deaf to her needs and voice and personhood as Humbert was.

As for the baby, we gotta do some plot "rearrangement". The movie opens with Humbert reminiscing his early adolescence spent on the French Riviera with Annabel (again, I still don't understand why in the adaptation they have sex, but whatever), and only at the end (and in text) we're told that Humbert died in prison, Dolores died in labor, and that her baby was a stillborn.

In the book, we get this information as a first thing, in a Foreword written by John Ray Jr, PhD, who informs the readers that:

[...] their author, had died in legal captivity of coronary thrombosis, on November 16, 1952, a few days before his trial was scheduled to start. [...] Mrs. "Richard F. Schiller" died in childbirth giving birth to a stillborn girl, on Christmas Day 1952, in Gray Star, a settlement in the remotest Northwest. Foreword, p. 3-4

Nabokov makes you read the entire plot already telling you how it ends: Humbert gets arrested and these are his confessions, a woman married to a certain Richard Schiller dies in childbirth. You already know, and yet, plot-wise, it makes perfect sense that he'd spoil it within its very first few pages.

The following decision I make with all the legal impact and support of a signed testament: I wish this memoir to be published only when Lolita is no longer alive. Part 2, Chapter 36, p. 308-309

Again, Nabokov is fucking with us. The sole act of getting the book published means that Dolores is dead, and therefore it should be of absolutely no surprise, when the reader realizes that "Mrs. Richard Schiller" is no other than the titular Lolita and that she died in childbirth (and generally, though, the very last paragraph of the novel contains so much information and deserves so much analysis that it'd require a post of its own lol.)

So, now for the baby.

One of the main themes of the story is that of the double (Dolores is the double of Annabel; Humbert is the double of Quimby; Charlotte is a double of Humbert's mother; Humbert's name itself is a double; in the scene in which they walk in their room at the hotel where Humbert assaults Dolores for the first time, he describes it by saying that each object has itself and then its twin reflection in the mirror), and Dolores' baby has a double too.

Some motels had instructions pasted above the toilet (on whose tank the towels were unhygienically heaped) asking guests not to throw into its bowl garbage, beer cans, cartons, stillborn babies. Part 2, Chapter 1, p. 146

It's the slightest of mentions, just as with many other things, but it's there, aids the theme and serves as foreshadowing for what's to come. And, again, Nabokov just genuinely liked fucking with his readers.

Uhm... I think this response is finished here? Lemme know if you (or anyone else) wants more of this, because I could seriously go on all day ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

[raijae]

Red Snow

Summary: Alice is controlled by another being and does the unthinkable.

Word Count: 651

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence

Tags: @flowerslut @twilight-secret-gift-exchange

Event: Twilight Secret Santa Gift Exchange

A/N- This is my fic account I enetered into the event with my other account @flesh--amnesiac I sincerely apologize for the late secret santa gift. This secret santa was ho-ho-horrible this year and should be put on the naughty list. For 10 plis years. Tumblr erased my original fic and moodboard that was queued and set to post on the 25 whilst I was on vacation. I came back this morning to find that nothing was posted. I had to rewrite it and honestly I wish I could've given you the long fic you deserved. It's a lot different and shorter than the original idea/work but nonetheless I hope you enjoy it. I am truly sorry.

He expected death to come for him at some point. Maybe in the form of Maria coming to take him back into her cold dead grasp. Maybe in the form of the Volturi trying to take his heart, Alice, away. But he never in his wildest dream thought it'd be by her hands.

Her beautiful delicate hands. The hands that once touched him so softly despite not needing to. The hands that comforted him at his worst instead of pushing him away. That touched him with such love and adoration. The hand that would tangle themselves in his hair. The same delicate hands that were now dripping a mixture of red and black onto the wet snow covered ground next to his head.

Nothing could have prepared him for this. Fate had finally decided it was time for him to pay for all that he had done in the cruelest way posssible. Alice stood above him drenched in blood and vemon. She was looking down at him, her eyes feral and as dark as vantablack. Her body was rigid like that of a wild beast it contrasted greatly to her normal carefree demeanor. The rage that radiated off her was thick and suffocating.

He couldn't do anything, for the first time he was at a loss. He couldn't bring himself to fight back not with the possibility of her coming back to him. There was always a possibility, he'd seen it happen before. Although, the chances of coming out of this alive were slim to none. Looking up at her, he couldn't help but think her rage was the most beautiful site he had ever seen.

"Alice... darling... please... hear me... come back to me..." he said his voice strained. She didn't respond it was as if he never spoke a word.

"Please, Alice, I can't fight you. I won't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I maimed you. Please, darling, come back to me." He tried again but this time she had grabbed him by the neck. He tried to move but she just kept catching up to him. Whoever or whatever was controlling her made her faster and stronger than ever. He grit his teeth as she began to squeeze slow and hard. He could feel each and every crack that formed on his pale scarred skin.

He knew this was going to be it. He wouldn't and couldn't stop her. He would let her kill him if it meant he was alive. He knew the rest of the clan would take care of her. Once he was dead the spell would be broken and all control would be obsolete.

"Alice if you can hear me..... just know that this isn't your fault..... I wouldn't have wanted it to end any other way........ You being the last thing I see is the only thing I want...... I love you with every fiber of my being.....more than life itself..... Please just live for me........ I'm sorry I couldn't stop this.... that I wasn't strong enough to-"

Five days later Alice awoke from what she could only assume was some type of sleep. Carlisle was the first to greet her. He wore his usual calm smile but his eyes held something resembling sorrow in them. She assumed it was due to her current state. She also noticed that she couldn't see. Maybe her powers weren't fully there yet? He checked her reflexes and asked her a few questions which confused her. It was then that she realized Jasper wasn't in the room and she couldn't sense him anywhere.

"Carlisle? Where's Jasper?" She asked as she looked out the window. She hadn't noticed his sudden shift in demeanor or that Edward and Bella had walked into the room. When she turned around it hit her and then everything went blank. The last thing she saw was Bella rushing at her.

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

This is my 1st sherlolly fic. This was a very spur of the moment thing & I'm not really a writer, I just love sherlolly & it's one of my otps. Timeline is the aftermath of the ily scene.

It's very important. I can't tell you why, but I promise you that it is.

His words echoed in her mind.

He was a man of his word, he had never broken a promise, except for if he was fooling a criminal into some kind of a trap. And the last time she checked, she wasn't in any sort of his criminals' list.

Her mind flashed back to a memory.

"Come over here, son. I'll give you a candy if you do." Sherlock was trying to persuade a little kid, barely 6 six years old, who had gone into a dangerous area of the construction site, to return.

When the boy came out from the space, Sherlock took out a candy from his coat pocket and handed the reward to the litte boy.

"You actually gave him a candy?" Molly had asked, bewildered that it wasn't just a tactic to get him out.

"Yes, it is important to not lie to kids or make false promises to them."

He was kind and gentle, straightforward and true to his words, he didn't beat around the bush, nor kept false promises. So it had to be serious and important, she wondered what it was with her hands wrapped around her tea mug, and arms wrapped around her knees. Blissfully unaware, but slightly bothered, she continued to sip her tea. Sherlock's abrupt call had somewhat placated her and she felt oddly calm. She made a mental note to ask him the details later and got up to walk towards the sink.

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

"Sherlock", her breathe hitched. He was standing there, a few feet away from the kitchen. He had a spare key to her apartment afterall so it wasn't a mystery as to how he had gotten in.

Without a word he came towards her, his pace a little faster than usual, and enveloped her into a hug. She returned it by wrapping her hands around him in a reflex action. She loves when Sherlock initiates such moments of physical contact but she also gets concerned because he's quite vulnerable & emotionally distraught at such times. Still hugging, she asked him in the sweetest, softest tone, "What was the call about, Sherlock?" as if you would inquire a naughty kid about a broken vase.

Sherlock gulped, "She,...my sister had threatened.....that she would kill.....that she would kill you.....that your apartment was rigged with bombs......there was a coffin (of your size, Molly but he couldn't bring himself to say that detail)." Sherlock tried his best with the broken words he could manage to find. At this moment a dewdrop like substance falling on Molly's face near left ear, made her aware that a tear had rolled down Sherlock's cheek onto hers. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes, his voice and state was already painful for her.

They had both always been so calculated, so practical about death. It was a daily occurence and routine for them, to talk about corpses and murder so coldly, devoid of feelings, devoid of any sorts of attachments. This felt new but it was still an emotion shared by both of them, of terror, of utter fear of loss.......and the terror and joy & relief of being discovered, being found. The feeling of joy was gaining the upper hand right now, as the hug continued. Relief was rushing inside Sherlock's body, Molly Hooper was here, she was alive, present in the flesh, he was hugging her, everything was alright in this little apartment on this wretched planet, nothing else mattered.

The 'ting' sound of the oven broke the trance that Sherlock had entered in. He knew Molly stress baked at times when she was worried. "Umm, Sherlock, let me get the muffins before they get burnt." Molly released herself from the hug, but evidently only very reluctantly.

"Ah, yes." Sherlock withdrew his hands, not knowing where to put them and his hands finally found their way into his coat pocket, ah yes now we can't have this apartment burning down coz the oven exploded while he was too busy hugging Molly.

Molly Hooper was worried. That's the only thing he can think of while inhaling the smell of freshly baked muffins.

"Try some, Sherlock." Molly addressed him pointing towards the muffins placed on the rack.

"Molly, sorry for worrying you." Sherlock confessed. Molly frowned, she had forgotten all about why she had baked the muffins in the first place. Sherlock's presence was more therapeutic than any baked treat afterall.

But then she smiled, realizing Sherlock had only apologised for worrying her and not for his request on the phonecall and 3 words he had said to her, twice now. It meant that wasn't a lie, right? That he really was in love with her and wasn't just playing his sister's sick game.

"Are the muffins, good? Do they taste sweet enough? I didn't exactly measure the sugar syrup."

"Yes, they're sweet, but not as sweet as your lips I bet." Sherlock didn't know where he had found the courage or rather where his tongue had gotten the audacity to utter this cheesy line but he was glad for the 1st time and felt lighter, as if he had laid down a large burden he had been carrying all this time, unknown even to him.

Molly nearly choked on her muffin and Sherlock took on a posture, prepared to rescue her in case she needed it. After going through all the trouble to ensure her safety and make sure Molly Hooper was alive, he couldn't have her dying due to his confession now. Especially the one made under no external pressure.

Molly immediately gulped down the glass of juice sitting next to the baking rack and thankfully that seemed to do the job that Sherlock thought he had done back in that Eurus' game or which he thought he had to do now.

"Molly...... are you okay?" thankful that he didn't continue it with a 'just kidding' she told him she was okay so he would stop being worried.

"You're sure you don't need a mouth to mouth?" He asked, unsure where his tongue was getting these lines from, or if a new department had been established in his brain, titled 'cheesy pickup lines for Molly Hooper that would immediately deliver how down bad you are for her'

"Who are you and what have you done to Sherlock Holmes?" Molly smiled weakly, still unsure if this was some sort of advanced cloning feat that humans have finally achieved. "And uh you don't need to guise your....fantasies, you can bring them up directly." She smirked slyly and wasted no time to come and cup his face.

"Still up for that kiss, are you Sherlock?" She asked to make sure. She was just as straightforward of a person as he was.

"Yes."

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here to send a soob request!!!! could you write a little!binnie x caregiver!reader where he’s being very naughty the whole day and not listening to you so you tell him off and accidentally raise your voice at him and he starts crying and apologizing because he’s scared you don’t think he’s a good boy anymore? :( your blog has me so soft <33

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Toy Tantrum

It was a windy Saturday in March when you decided to do your bi-weekly shopping trip. Soobin, your lovely baby boy, also had the day off, so it was bound to be a perfect day. Little Binnie usually loved shopping trips; he could regress and you could get the shopping done. Bundling him up in his coziest, baby blue puffer jacket before leaving, you smiled. Today would be a good day, and you'd finally get to spend some time together, away from your busy schedules.

Binnie loved seeing all the different colors, observing shoppers and worker interactions, hearing all the interesting sounds like the hustle and bustle of a grocery store, lively families, and the toy section which was full of different buttons he could push. Although today your little one wasn't as well behaved as he usually was. Whilst selecting items that were on this week's exceedingly lengthy list, you had to repeatedly remind him to stop picking up and touching everything in the store, something you normally only had to do once.

After checking off your grocery list, you remembered you had just run out of laundry detergent last night, so you brought your baby along with you. Making sure he held on to the cart since he would so easily get distracted, you made your way across the store. Grabbing on different things that caught his eye when you passed the aisles together while chewing on his jacket sleeve, you had to stop and hand him your phone, hoping his favorite game would distract him. Ignoring you, Binnie gasped and waddled into the aisle you had stopped at. 

A large and shiny train set had caught his attention. Binnie poked at the large box, giggling before picking it up offering it to you with sweet puppy eyes and a shy bunny smile that broke your heart. Lately, you had been struggling with spoiling him. You rarely had the heart to say no. 

"Baby we just bought you that no-bake oven last week. We can get this another time. Come on.", you took the box in your hands and set it back on the shelf, not allowing yourself to be trapped in this habit of spending money on him any time he gave you those eyes. It wasn't that he didn't deserve it, your baby deserved the world and more, but he had been developing an attitude recently. An unsavory attitude that screamed 'spoiled child', and you had to put your foot down.

"No!!", he whined and stomped his feet, "I don wan the dummy oven!!", he took the box off the shelf, wrapping it in his arms. He wanted it badly, torn, you could see that. But if you gave in, he wouldn't respect your word anymore.

"Binnie, baby. Mommy said no. We have to check out, now. You haven't had lunch and you're getting grumpy, baby, let's go.", once again you took the box and set it away, taking his hand into yours and pulling him along to get the laundry detergent and then check out. 

In the check-out line, the situation did not get better. Knocking different things down while he glared at you, his lips formed a pout as he mumbled, "not fair...". But you'd have to deal with his behavior in the car, as it was time for you to pay. On your way to the restaurant, he was silent, clearly ignoring you and not letting you hold his hand. Was this toy that important to him? 

"Binnie... sweetheart, do you wanna get ice cream after lunch?", you reached for his hand again but he crossed his arms and looked out the window.

"Nn.", he pouted further, showing you his displeasure. Surprised, you chewed your inner cheek, not even ice cream would fix this one.

Sitting down at the restaurant, you manage to get him to take his coat off and even got him a kids menu so he could color. 

"What do you want to eat, bunny?", you looked over the menu yourself, trying to decide on your order. When he didn't answer, you looked up and tapped the table where he blankly stared, not touching his crayons. Repeating yourself once more, you waited for a response. 

"Are you ready to order?", a brightly smiling waitress with a notepad stood at the tableside. Sighing, you had to ask for a little more time to decide, Soobin wasn't budging. You'd never seen him this stubborn before. Surely, four-year-olds couldn't be this hard to handle.

"What's wrong, baby. Talk to me. You have to answer mommy when I ask you a question.", you tried for the third time to reach for his hand but again were denied. Trying to keep your cool, you take a deep breath, thinking of something to order for him. When the waitress came back you ordered for the both of you and hoped he'd eat when he got his favorite smiley fries. 

When the food finally came and the two of you were alone again you tried to talk to him about possibly getting a treat or picking out a new toy next week when you got paid again but he only huffed and stared at his plate.

"Honey... are you gonna eat? Mommy's getting worried.", you set down your fork, losing your appetite. Instead of responding he whined and kicking his feet under the table, drawing attention from the people around you. You'd had enough. Flagging the waiter, you got to-go boxes so you could take him home. But even that became a chore as he refused to wear his coat. Taking his hand you took him out of the store and opened the door for him to get in the car but he only sat down, with his legs outside of the door. Taking each of his legs, you put them inside and slammed the door, huffing and making your way to your side and slamming your own door. Putting on your seatbelt, you put your keys in the ignition, glancing at him.

"Seatbelt.", you spoke seriously, done babying him while he was behaving like a brat. But he sat there, fists clenched, still ignoring you.

"Choi Soobin! This is NOT going to get you what you want. If you're going to act up this way and embarrass us in public, I won't be getting you any new toys at all!", you yelled and slammed your palms on the steering wheel. Your ears burned hot with frustration, your was baby acting so out of character. Turning your head to look at him, ready to reach over and fasten his seatbelt for him, your heart drops. Innumerable tears were falling into his lap, knuckles turning white from clenching them so tightly.

 "No, no. I'm so sorry, baby boy.", you put your hand out to him but he flinched, filling you with dread. "I...Mommy gets sad when you don't talk to her. I don't know what you're thinking, baby..."

Sitting there for a moment, you stared down at the keys in the ignition, "I know you wanted that toy. We can see about getting it next time baby. Mommy's sorry you're so upset, Binnie."

A weak sob left his mouth and you snapped your head in his direction, wanting so desperately to comfort him, "Can Mommy hug you, baby?", your nose began to sting, tears threatening your own eyes. Nodding he threw himself into your arms.

 "I know, baby, mommy was mean. Mommy shouldn't have said those bad things", you pressed your nose into his soft, lavender-scented hair and rubbed his back in big circles, letting him get out all his sadness.

"Binnie made mommy mad..", he sniffled and leaned back to wipe his eyes and nose, "J-just wann toy a-and mommy. S-sorry.", he laid back on your shoulder, sleepiness taking over. 

"Hey... you have mommy... I'm sorry we've been so busy, hunny. Mommy's missed you so much, baby.", you cooed, scratching his head gently, soothing him just how he always liked.

"Is Binnie still a good boy?", he whispered, tears finally dry.

"Always, baby. You're always my good boy. Good boys have bad days too, bunny."

🧸End note: Hi babieee! Thank you sm for being patient while I work on your request! I honestly loved this so much. When I first started my blog, Little!Soobin wasn’t really a priority for me or something I could see myself writing. But now it’s one of my favorites T^T I love my lil baby bunny so much! At first, with this one I had a hard time trying to figure out what would make my sweet baby boy misbehave. But I think this came out great! I hope you like it as much as I do, anonie! god… writing this hurt my heart so much. I don’t wanna see my Binnie baby bunny boy cry T^T <333💕

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[jekde04]

Unbreakable Vow

Summary: There had been many false alarms in the past, moments when she thought Gray would finally accept her feelings. She once again had her hopes up, even though she knew this was probably another one of those.

Word Count: 1,503 words

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Tag List: @shampooneko @fbflame94 @juviaafullbuster @unvalley @gruviaftw11​ (Wanna be tagged, lemme know)

When she said those words, she hadn't really expected he would do it for her.

Of course, everyone in Magnolia knew of his habit of stripping his clothes at random—she in particular enjoyed it quite a lot—but he did it almost unconsciously, out of force of habit.

She never thought the day would come that her Gray-sama would actually undress willingly in front of her.

In her room. After she jokingly asked him to do so.

"Well?" Gray asked, his muscled chest, arms, and abs in full display as he carelessly tossed his coat and shirt on her bed.

For all her cheeky jokes and naughty teases, she was still a shy and conservative girl underneath it all. She couldn't help but get flustered as she eyed the deep V-shaped cuts of his lower abs that disappeared beneath his low-cut jeans.

"W-why is Gray-sama undressing in front of Ju-Juvia?"

Gray smirked, and Juvia instantly knew he was enjoying this. Oh, her Gray-sama could be so mean sometimes.

"You said you'd inspect my body for any wounds, right? I'm just doing what you asked me to," he answered casually with a shrug of his shoulders. "Are you going to do it or not?"

Well, he had a point. If Gray had an injury somewhere, it needed to be cleaned and patched up.

She had to do it for her Gray-sama, Juvia thought. This was no time to be embarrassed.

Keeping her composure, she sat on the empty space beside him on her bed. She felt a tingle run up her spine as their arms lightly brushed against each other.

"Let Juvia see, Gray-sama," she said as she carefully inspected his face first, her fingers treading on his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she continued looking for any cut or bruise or scratch on his neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and abs.

As he said before, he was fine. There were some minor cut and scratch here and there, but they were far from being life-threatening. A little dab of alcohol (with Juvia blowing on it so it wouldn't sting) and a small band-aid were enough to patch him up.

"Juvia."

Gray's serious tone made Juvia look up from the tiny cut she was treating on his collarbone. His intense stare bored into her.

"I… I..."

Juvia waited for his next words, but he looked as if he was trapped in an internal struggle on what to say next. She knew that words weren't his strongest suit, so she decided to help him out.

"Did the mission go well?"

Gray sighed, relieved that Juvia opened up the conversation. "Yes. But it's not yet done. We still have to go back and finish it."

Juvia nodded. She was really hoping that it would all be done, and they could spend more time with each other. All the constant worrying also stressed her out. She knew that he promised to come back, but you never really know what might happen during dangerous missions like this one.

Speaking of coming back…

"Gray-sama, before you disappeared last time, you were about to say something." Juvia cleared her throat. "You said that when you come back…"

Gray's cheeks colored slightly, though his eyes wore a determined look. "I... I was just saying that when I come back…" He stared right at her, and she tried her best not to look away.

There had been many false alarms in the past, moments when she thought Gray would finally accept her feelings, but they didn't end the way she wanted them to. Despite that, she craved for such moments, and even though she knew in her mind that this was probably another one of those false alarms, she still had her hopes up. After all, even if Gray wasn't that great with words, he always made her feel special with his subtle actions.

The words would come eventually, she told herself. Be patient, Juvia.

But the more they stared silently at each other, the more that Juvia was convinced that perhaps, this was still not the right time. That maybe Gray still wasn't ready. Maybe she was pressuring him—

"When I come back, I'll be a man worthy of you." Gray finally said.

Juvia couldn't believe her ears. Was this some hyper-real fantasy she was conjuring in her head?

"I swear... that I will do my best to make you happy, for each and every day that you choose to stay by my side..."

Juvia wanted to slap herself to make sure everything was real, but instead, she remained frozen in place as Gray said the words she never thought she would hear from him.

"... if you would still have me, of course," he finished reluctantly, as if he was expecting her to shoot him down right there. When Juvia just stared at him and didn't say anything, he unclasped his silver cross necklace and reached forward to place it around her neck.

Juvia could feel his breath against her cheek as Gray leaned over. She felt herself getting flushed with their proximity as time seemed to stretch forever. Her heart was drumming in her ears, it was impossible he couldn't hear it.

In a daze, she palmed the cross now resting on her chest. It was cold in her warm hands, much like its owner.

Looking up, she found herself staring straight into Gray's onyx eyes, a light blush adorning his cheeks. Their faces were just a few inches apart, and she could easily close the distance if she just moved a little closer…

"Gray-sama."

His name escaped her lips like a whispered prayer only he could hear, making him reach out and cup one of her cheeks. They didn't realize how close they were to each other until they felt the tip of their noses touch, but neither pulled back. Juvia's eyes instinctively closed, her lashes brushing against his cheeks.

She felt his lips cover her own, at first soft and reluctant, as if asking for permission. Opening her lips slightly, Gray kissed her again, deeper this time, angling his head and nibbling at her lower lip.

Matching his intensity, her hands slid to his broad shoulders all the way to his back. She felt his other hand against the small of her back, pressing her closer to his body. They stopped momentarily when they felt the need for air, but the reprieve was short as he dove in, again and again, making up for all the moments he could have kissed her like this but didn't.

It was a dream, Juvia was sure. A dream she wished would never end.

But it did end eventually, though there was no doubt it was real. Her flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and Gray's arms wrapped around her were enough evidence that it wasn't just a product of her wild imagination.

"Juvia," he whispered, her name on his lips sending an electric shock to her body. "Promise me you'll wait for me."

"Juvia promises," she answered without hesitation, looking straight into his eyes. She once again clasped the cross on her chest, knowing that even without his words, he would certainly come back home to her. And she would wait, no matter how long it would take.

He gave her his signature smirk, but it was matched with so much tenderness in his eyes that she knew it would always be the last thing she would remember every night before she fell asleep. She gave him a smile in return, the one she always reserved for him.

His hand covered the one clasping his necklace, tightening his hold. "I'll leave this to you so that you won't forget the promise I gave you."

"Juvia will never forget Gray-sama's words, with or without this," Juvia answered him. "But since Gray-sama gave Juvia a piece of him…"

Suddenly, Juvia had an idea. She stepped away from a confused Gray and went to her closet. When she came back, she was sporting a wide grin and holding something behind her back.

"Juvia would also like to give Gray-sama a Juvia doll so he'd always remember that Juvia's waiting for him!" she exclaimed, handing the plushie to Gray.

Any other time, Gray would have freaked out at Juvia's unconventional gifts. But he was used to these things by now, and frankly, he loved her for it.

Smiling, he took the Juvia doll in his arms, staring at the dark blue eyes sewn on its hat-covered head. It wasn't the real Juvia, but it would do for now.

"Thanks. I'll take care of my Juvia doll," he said, and Juvia beamed. "But for now—"

He placed the Juvia doll on the table and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him. Juvia gasped as she found herself locked in his arms once again.

"Let me take care of you while I'm here, okay?"

"Okay."

No Fairy Tail mage saw them again, at least for the rest of that night.

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A/N: You know, I always get a spark of inspiration from canon materials and official arts. This one’s inspired by Mashima-sensei’s latest autograph session featuring these two artworks below. Next in my pipeline: the Gruvia Day 2021 official art. I already have the story in my head so hopefully I have enough time to finish it in the next two weeks!

[beckysworld7]

The Naughty Shop - JHS

Summary: You and your friends finally get the courage to explore the Naughty Shop and find out exactly what's inside.

Pairing: Roommate!Hobi x reader

Rating: M / 18+ / NSFW

Genre: snowed in Christmas au, roommates au, c childhood f2l au, smut,

Warnings: mentions of drinking, thigh riding, fingering, size kink, blindfolds, whips, handcuffs, overstimulation, double penetration, plugs, vibrator, nipple clamps, cock ring, suctions in the form of a male pump, oral f receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it B4 you tap it), slightly Dom!Hobi, Elf!Hobi

Word count: ~4.6k

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A/n: Hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to check out some of the other amazing fanfics in the event! Happy Holidays!!! (Not beta read and barely edited lol Sorry please forgive me! I was kind pressed for time with this one. Lol ) and I promised to tag @yoon2k and @sugasbabiie when it was finished. Thanks for the support y'all!!! 💜💜💜

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All the paths in the North Pole are lined with brightly colored twinkling lights, candy cane fences and red brick roads. All the paths except for one, the one leading off to The Naughty Shop.

This shop, located just slightly outside of town, is hands down the least festive building in the North Pole. Access to the shop is restricted. Which is probably what lends to the unwelcoming atmosphere surrounding it, that and it's decayed looking exterior.

Faded red paint is chipped off in areas and exposes the old wooden planks beneath it. Thick layers of frost coat the windows making it impossible to see inside. A rusted sign, reading The Naughty Shop, hangs loosely by the one remaining hook over the doorway. A few randomly scattered white lights flicker around the perimeter and hang down from the warped awning.

Standing at the edge of the path where the lights from town stop and the dark dirt path toward the shop begins, you glance over at your fellow Elf friends hoping to see that you aren't the only one thinking tonight's adventure is a bad idea.

The 11 of you, a mix of both male and female Elves, had decided last night to finally find out exactly what was in the "restricted" Naughty Shop. You all had been out having drinks as "Of Age Elves", the last of your friends having finally turned 21 that day.

For years you and your friends had thrown around jokes and theories as to what it could contain. Many of you thought the shop only processed the blocks and lumps of coal that were to be given out as presents to people on Santa's famous Naughty List.

During one discussion of the shop, Hobi pointed out that if the shop only had coal inside then they wouldn't need to have all those restrictions in place. You tended to agree with him. He had been your childhood bff and your roommate. Plus he was usually right.

Jin, Hobi's older brother, however, countered that since coal wasn't exactly healthy to breathe in, the shop's restricted status actually made sense. Safety is a pretty big deal in the North Pole.

That particular discussion had left your group divided over the years as to what the shop contained. And so, while out toasting the birthday Elf, Kookie, with champagne last night the conversation about the Naughty Shop resurfaced once again. After much debate, you had all agreed to sneak into the Naughty Shop to investigate and finally answer the question once and for all.

Thankful that you'd chosen to wear a heavier Santa hat tonight instead of your usual thin Elf hat, you pull it down to keep your ears warm as snow begins to fall. As someone who isn't exactly big on adventure or getting into trouble, you already know you're not going to be the one to get tonight's adventure started. You wait for someone to say something or make a move.

In all honesty, you're surprised that you had even agreed to come. If it hadn't been for Hobi's teasing you and calling you a chicken last night you'd be home preparing for tomorrow's Ugly Sweater Contest. This traditional celebration contest was held to mark the finish of the gift making season and the start of the gift sorting season.

As much as you hated getting into trouble, you disliked being called a chicken even more. And so you find yourself here tonight with Hobi and the rest of your friends, most likely about to get into trouble.

"I think Jin should go in first," Kookie's voice breaks the silence, prompting everyone to turn in his direction.

"He's the oldest," he continues on before looking back down at the ground with a shrug.

Everyone turns to look at Jin expectantly, including you.

Jin shrugs in response, a bit hesitant before replying, "I'm not the one that's convinced there is something other than coal in there." You could tell by his unusually quiet tone that he was afraid to go in and had chosen to deflect the suggestion, hoping no one would notice it.

"Ahhhmm," you clear your throat to get everyone's attention. "Maybe our group leader Namjoon will once again guide us," you offer.

"Or Suga," Tae and Jimin both chime in at the same time. Their simultaneous suggestions send Tiana, Lena, and Jessie into a fit of giggles.

"Ok," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, let's get in and out before this snow gets too bad. It's starting to come down pretty heavy."

With that he takes off walking toward the infamous shop.

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The old wooden door creaks on its hinges as it slowly swings open. The sound echoes through the semi empty building. Scattered throughout the one room building are chairs and tables coated with fine layers of coal dust. A large bag of charcoal sits next to each table. Boxes for presents and ribbon are on a shelf along the back wall. The whole scene suggests that this is indeed where they wrap the naughty charcoal gifts.

"This can't really be all there is," Hobi exclaims, stepping further into the room.

Jin chuckles beside you. "I told you Hobi."

"Nah," Hobi responds as he continues to look through the room. "There must be something else. Let's look around some more."

The wind and snow are coming down harder, prompting you to agree for the sake of getting out of the cold.

"It couldn't hurt to look more," you say, stepping to the side to let everyone else through the door before closing it.

The girls take seats on the far side of the room while the rest of you stand in a small semi circle in the center. You stare at your feet as the guys talk among themselves about who was right and who was wrong. Between the cracks of the floor boards you notice slithers of light shining through.

"Wait wait!," Your outburst causes the conversation to stop. "There's a basement or something. Look, there's light shining through the floor."

"Oh shit! You're right Y/n," Hobi exclaims, equally excited. "We have to find the entrance. It has to be around here somewhere."

Everyone begins searching. There are no obvious doors present. Scanning the floor for differences you note a metal ring laying oddly under a table. You walk over to it. The sound of you pushing the table to the side draws everyone's attention.

"It's a trap door!" Jin speaks up. His voice is full of anticipation as he continues speaking. "Looks like you might be right, Hobi. They are hiding something down there"

Luckily there's no lock present on the trap door and it easily lifts open. Light fills the room from below.

"Should we explore," Namjoon asks.

"Isn't that why we are here!" Hobi replies excitedly. Everyone else nods in agreement.

Jungkook is the first to start down the steps. He's followed by Namjoon, Hobi, Jin, Jimin, Suga, Tae, the girls, and finally you. As you come to a stop at the bottom of the last step you bump into Tae who stands frozen where he's stopped.

"Excuse me," you say politely, stepping past him.

You come to a full stop as your field of vision clears and you see what's being stored in the secret underground room of the Naughty Shop.

Tables and shelves are neatly arranged in aisles from one end of the room to the other. The underground area is much larger than the one above. On the tables and shelves, in brightly colored packaging, are different varieties of adult novelty toys.

You can't take your eyes off of all of it. Some things you're familiar with, like the dildos and vibrators. Others have you puzzled.

You notice how no one has said a word yet. You begin to giggle. You can't help it. It's not that you're laughing at the content of the room, but rather instead laughing at everyone's shocked expression.

"I thought," you begin through the giggles. "I thought you'd be excited to be right about the shop, Hobi."

He turns looking at you. His expression morphing from shocked to a mischievous one.

"Oh, I'm very happy I'm right," he smiles at you. Grabbing you by the hand, he pulls you alongside him and begins walking down one of the nearby aisles. "Let's explore."

You're excited and nervous as you walk down the aisle hand in hand with Hobi. You'd had a crush on your roommate for quite a while, and now being here with him around all these toys your imagination is going wild.

You wonder what he'd like. Did he have any kinks? You were sure he wasn't vanilla from some of the sounds you'd heard coming from his room across the hall from yours during the years you'd spent together as roommates. You smile as you think of the toys he could use on you if only you'd be brave enough to let him.

"What are you smiling about?" The sound of Hobi's voice brings you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You blush as you shake your head to indicate you'd had nothing on your mind.

"Y/n, were you having dirty thoughts about me," he teases.

You are unable to hide your reaction to his question and decide to avoid it all by walking faster, quickly turning down another aisle leading deeper into the building and further away from everyone else. As you continue walking you accidentally bump a toy on the shelf and knock it to the floor. It's a teddy bear dressed in black silk lingerie and it's fall has activated it. Suddenly "All I Want for Christmas is You" begins playing. You stoop down and pick it up looking for a way to silence it. Having finally caught back up to you, Hobi places a hand on your back to steady you as you stand back up.

"You know, Y/n," he addresses you. "I do want you. And I'm beginning to think you want me too."

After sitting the bear on the shelf you turn to face him. You're about to deny wanting him but the look you see in his eyes has you fumbling for words. You'd never seen him look at you this way before, a combination of desire and something dark in his gaze.

He uses the hand on your back to pull you closer to him. With your body pressed up against his, you can feel his bulge pressing into you. Your breath catches in your throat as you gaze up at him. You suddenly feel timid in his presence. He notices and decides to take the lead. He grabs you by the hand and leads you deeper into the building toward a closed off section you hadn't noticed before. A separate room lay behind a closed door marked Deluxe Items.

He opens it and leads you in then closes the door behind the two of you. You turn around looking at the items in the room. Stored here are the higher priced toys all in similar black and gold boxes.

He walks past you into the room and takes a seat on a nearby chair. He crooks his finger indicating he wants you to come to him. As you walk over to him, you notice him smirking. He pats his right thigh.

"Sit here."

You sit down facing him and place your hands on his shoulders. He doesn't hesitate to pull you closer and kiss you. The kiss is a slow one. A delicious one that you feel in your core. You feel yourself getting wet and as the kiss continues he grabs your hips and begins rocking you back and forth on his thigh. The motion stimulates your clit and has you moaning into the kiss. Wanting more, you begin riding his thigh harder, rocking your hips on your own. You can feel your wetness soaking through your panties and you're sure his pants are now wet from your juices too.

He breaks the kiss and whispers into your ear, "I want you to pick something. Or a few things if you'd like."

You're about to ask him what he means, but he answers you before you have a chance to ask.

"Y/n pick something you'd like me to pleasure you with." It wasn't a question. You could tell from his tone you were expected to obey.

"Ok," you answer, hiding your face from him by resting it on his shoulder. You're embarrassed and excited and sure that he'll see it. A hard smack on your ass causes you to jump and look up at him.

"Sir," he replies to your puzzled look in a tone that makes your core clench. "It's 'Yes Sir' Y/n".

You've never seen him like this before and it excites you.

"Yes Sir," you reply immediately, although you're tempted to disobey just to get another smack on the ass.

Hobi follows behind you as you begin walking through the aisles. You notice from time to time he reaches up and grabs an item from the shelves, but when you turn to see what it is he already has it placed behind his back.

There's a huge variety of toys back here. Some you're familiar with and others you aren't. You decide to ask Hobi about the ones you're less familiar with.

"Cock rings and penis pumps, Sir?" You ask looking back at him.

"They make the penis larger. We won't need any of those," he smirks.

As you continue walking down the aisle you can't help but smile at his confidence. But then you remember the feel of his bulge pressing up against you and know he's right. The man felt like he's huge! That train of thought sparks some inspiration. You backtrack to a previous aisle, the one with the vibrators, dildos and plugs. You know he's going to stretch you out, you're looking forward to it. But still you don't want it to hurt too much.

A vibrator would be good for helping you get ready to take him, you think to yourself with a smile. You grab a plug too, just in case. You look back over your shoulder at him, wanting to gauge his reaction to your choices but he remains silent, no readable expression on his face. The realization that you really want to please and be pleased by him hits you hard. You hope you're making choices that will.

Turning down another aisle you're surprised to find a row of lingerie.

"Sir, what's your favorite color?" you ask quietly.

"Green," he replies, this time you can hear a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smile as you begin looking through the selection. It doesn't take long for you to find a green babydoll teddy set in your size. You add it to your selection along with the vibrator and plug and continue on. At the end of the aisle you find sleep masks that could double as blindfolds and quickly select a matching green one.

A soft moan sounds from behind you and it encourages you to keep looking for more things. Your final section of a pair of fuzzy green handcuffs.

"I think this is it Sir," you say as you turn to him, becoming shy once again.

He smiles at you while caressing your cheek with one hand.

"Go change," he commands, taking the plug, vibrator and handcuffs from your hands. He walks over to a table and rests against it, waiting.

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The teddy set fits perfectly. It hugs you in all the right places and accents your full hips, plush ass, and plump tits. Its see through lace fabric leaves nothing to the imagination. You hold the green blindfold in your hands as you exit your makeshift dressing aisle.

Hobi is still standing at the table where you'd last seen him. The table has been cleared of its previous items and now only holds the ones that both he and you have selected. You note that in addition to your choices he's added nipple clamps and a long thin whip that looks like a riding crop.

"Come here Baby Doll," he calls to you, his voice almost a whisper and yet it holds a sternness to it. It's the first time he's ever called you anything other than your name and you're sure the choice is inspired by your choice of lingerie.

Your hands fidget with the mask as you approach him. He holds out a hand for you to take and pulls you flush with his body when you grab it. Your hands are resting on his chest and for the first time you can feel how truly muscular he is. It causes you to shudder in his arms.

"It's ok Baby Doll," he begins, mistaking the cause of your shudder for fear. " We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"No, Sir. It's not that. It's the opposite," you reply, still a bit shy. "I'm ummm, well a bit nervous and also excited." You finally manage to stammer out.

Your response earns you one of his brightest smiles.

"Well in that case Baby Doll, pick a safe word."

Your familiar with the term and quickly come up with one you think will work.

"Sour."

He laughs at your choice and nods in agreement.

"Sour it is. Baby Doll, promise me you'll use it if things get to be too much."

"Yes Sir," you reply immediately. "I will."

You don't think Hobi would ever hurt you intentionally but him having taken the time to consider this puts you at ease and you relax even more into his embrace.

"Kiss me," he demands as he picks you up and turns you so that you're now seated on the table.

You lean into him as your lips connect with his. He pulls you closer to the edge of the table so that he's between your legs firmly pressed against your core. As the kiss continues his hands find your ass and he begins to massage it though the thin fabric of the teddy. His hands feel wickedly good on you and you moan into the kiss, rocking your wet core into the bulge you feel pressing into you.

Breaking the kiss he begins kissing a trail down down your neckline past your collarbone and stops at your breast. He takes one already perk nipple into his mouth through the fabric. The sensation of his warm tongue and the fabric are driving you wild and you rock your hips even harder into him. You can feel yourself almost dripping at this point with want.

"So greedy," he mumbles. "I have something for that."

You feel him reach out behind you and grab something.

"Let's try this," he says, taking the nipple clamps out of the packaging. "I have a feeling you'll like these."

The bite of the first clamp closing around your nipple causes you to suck in your breath. But it soon fades into a delicious low ache, one that mirrors the desire pooling within you. You smile encouragingly at Hobi with a slight nod letting him know you're ok as he places the second clamp. With both of them in place he stands back to look at his work.

"So beautiful.." he mumbles. It's then that you notice that green orbs hang from the ends of each clamp. You wiggle a little causing them to sway at your movement.

Instead of laughing like you thought he would, his eyes seem to grow a bit darker.

"Turn around Baby Doll. Teasing will not be tolerated."

You watch as he reaches for the riding crop. You feel your core clench as you work out what's to come next. You hop down off the table and turn around, bending over it full of anticipation. Before you have the chance to wonder if you'll be able to handle it you feel the sharp sting of the crop bite into your cheek just above your thigh causing you to jump and swear.

"Fuck Hobi!" you yell out reflexively.

"Hobi," he questions from behind as he runs his fingertips across the stinging area. The mix of sensations short circuits your brain for a moment.

"I mean Sir," you finally manage.

"Much better," he replies. But there's no humor or amusement in his voice. "I think that earns you 10 lashes. Do you think you can take 10 Baby Doll?"

If someone had told you that you'd be asking for this one day you would have laughed in their face, but now, after the first strike and subsequent caress, you want more.

"Yes Sir, I deserve 10," you answer, voice almost pleading.

You can tell you've done good by the hum of his approval and grace of his fingers across your clit through the fabric of the thong. You can't help but arch toward him wanting even more.

"So greedy. My Baby Doll is so beautifully greedy… and naughty." With that last word you feel the sting of the crop against your skin again. "Count them out."

"One Sir," you whimper. This time there are no soothing caresses to follow, instead you feel another deliciously painful wack. "Two Sir."

The two of you continue on in this manner until you're panting out of breath and at ten.

"Ten Sir," you sigh out as you slump against the table.

Again like the first time you feel his fingertips trace soothing patterns across your still stinging flesh. It takes a moment before you realize he's tracing the words "baby doll" across your skin. Your heart swells at the nicknames use in such an intimate moment.

"Precious Baby Doll, you did so well for me," he compliments you. "Now let me reward you for being such a good girl. Turn around."

You follow his command, turning around so that your back is now against the table. He reached up and lowers the blindfold down over your eyes.

Hobi gets down on his knees in front of you and lifts a leg over each shoulder, exposing your drenched thong clad core to him.

"So wet," he mumbles, in a sing song voice as he pulls the thong to the side and runs a finger from your sensitive nub down your dripping slit. He doesn't pause a moment more before leaning in and taking your clit into his mouth.

"Oh god!" You yell out at the sensation.

He chuckles into your folds before continuing to torture you with his tongue.

"Your taste is addicting Baby Doll," he compliments you.

You feel your orgasm rushing toward you and wonder briefly if you'll be allowed to cum. But just as you are about to he pulls away and slides a finger into you instead.

"Not yet," he smiles up at you darkly, letting you know that he could tell how close you were.

His finger slides into you easily although you hadn't expected it to fill you up this much. You bite your lip and moan. He works his finger in and out of you slowly. His other hand begins rubbing your clit in circles.

"More Sir, please," you beg, completely unashamed of your growing need to come.

The hand that was rubbing your clit reaches up and grabs something from off the table. Turning it on he rubs it up and down your folds getting it wet with your juices. It's the vibrator! Each time it passes over you clit your whole body shudders.

"Sir, please," you beg again.

Hobi begins slowly working the vibrators tip inside you. Your legs shake on their perch atop his shoulders. You try thrusting toward the vibrator but find yourself frustratingly unable to.

"Tell me what you want Baby Doll," he encourages as he continues working the vibrator in and out of you. You're getting closer to cumming and he can tell.

"Please make me cum Sir."

You expect him to quicken his piece with the vibrator but instead he removes it completely.

"Sir," you cry out in a pleading question.

He removes your legs from his shoulder and stands up before finally answering.

"Turn around Baby Doll, I want you from behind."

Your knees almost buckle at his order but you hurry to comply. He removes your thong sliding it down off of you leaving you only in the teddy itself.

Back arched and ass facing him you let out a sigh of contentment as you feel him run the length of his chock through your wet folds.

"Please," you beg again, earning you a chuckle and light slap on the ass before he slowly starts to enter you.

You're thankful now that he'd used the vibrator first as you feel yourself stretch around him.

"Oh god," you call out for the second time tonight as he bottoms out deep inside you.

Spreading your ass cheeks apart he begins to fuck you, fast and hard. Each stroke hits deep inside you, making your head spin with pleasure.

"Oh. My. God. Sir," you manage to cry each word between relentlessly deep strokes.

You feel something pushing at your mouth and, being blindfolded, it takes you a moment to realize it's the plug you'd chosen earlier.

"Open up and get it wet," is all he says as he continues fucking you from behind.

You do as he says, opening your mouth and coating the plug in your spit.

"I'm going to make you my dirty baby doll tonight," he says as he removes the plug from your mouth and positions it at the entrance of your other hole.

He slows his speed before speaking again.

"What's your safe word Baby Doll," he asks.

"It's sour," you reply immediately.

Hobi takes this as a sign you're ready and begins slowly inserting the plug into your ass. The stretch stings a bit at first, but the pleasure and fullness of both him and it inside you soon outweigh it. Once it's all the way in the fullness you feel is like nothing you've ever felt before.

Hobi senses you body's adjustment and begins fucking you deep and hard again. Each stroke goes deep inside of you and at the same time pushes at the plug. You feel like you're being fucked twice and it's about to push you over the edge.

"Sir I'm so close," you moan.

"Then cum for me Baby Doll," he replies as he reaches around and begins massaging your clit, never slowing his pace.

Your orgasm hits you hard and your knees begin to buckle from the force of it. Hobi pushes you down into the table to steady you as he continues to play with you clit and fuck you through your orgasm.

It's all too much. The still in place nipple clamps scrape against the table sending jolts through you. The finger on your sensitive clit sends waves through you with its continued movement. The plug continues to be rocked inside of you with his every thrust. You walls continue to clench and spasm around both his cock and the plug.

"Sir!!!" You cry out as another orgasm begins to hit you immediately following the first. Your whole body convulses under him.

"Stay with me Baby Doll," he encourages, knowing you're probably overstimulated. You feel him thrust one final time deep inside of you, spilling his seed.

"Baby Doll!" He yells out, voice deeper and more guttural than you've ever heard it.

It takes a moment for you both to recover and another moment longer to remove the plug, the nipple clamps and finally the blindfold.

"You did so well Baby Doll," he says proud as he pulls you into his arms.

You're about to reply when a knock sounds on the door interrupting you.

"Are you guys back here," a voice asks. It's Jin. "Hey if you can hear me we have to leave now or we'll be snowed in!"

You look over at Hobi and find he's returning your gaze. You smile up at him and nod your agreement to stay behind.

In unison you both reply, "That's fine with us."

"After all," you continue, you voice lower and intended for Hobi's ears only, "we still haven't used the handcuffs."

[shtern-and-art]

"Skeppy will probably cry" "Bad will probably cry". Bish, screw, that I am crying!!!

This whole thing was bloody gorgeous and I wasn't expecting that ending. I had no clue what ending to expect but that was definitely better than any I could have hoped for. Forest spirit to soulmate your honour!

I was terrified that you were gonna leave it at the point where he loses the spirit and becomes mortal again. If you had I would be actively sobbing!!!! And oh my god, the art!!! I still can't get over how wonderful your style is.

Imma ask fun things because if I don't I'll sit in a puddle of emotion all night:

What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it? Poor Skeppy trying to answer 101 questions about something he doesn't really use XD.

Is no one concerned that the odd couple from a town they never name has a pet wolf??

Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while. Find hidden creeks and befriend bears?

Does Bad still have a connection to nature and animals, like are creatures naturally more trusting of him?

Do they ever visit the og town again?

Does Skeppy still cause absolute chaos in other towns or has he learnt his lesson and only causes minor trouble now?

Does Bad ever try and study again? If he did what would he study and would Skeppy try to study as well?

Does Skeppy steal? I dunno, he just give off the vibe of a naughty lil trickster who'll pocket something if the owner refuses to sell it him.

Immediately after leaving the forest what the first 'argument' they have (not including the car one)?

Would they ever ride horse? If yes, how terrified would Skeppy be?

Skeppy falls outta tree. I don't know why but my mind keeps telling me that this man has great balance until he climbs trees. They are his mortal enemy and Bad finds this both hilarious and terrifying because he is going to hurt himself.

I had waaaaay more questions than I intended to have. My bad '^_^ but this story was way too much fun to read and you are entirely to blame for making it so engaging!

Make sure to take care of yourself and do stretches after and during drawing. You don't wanna hurt yourself <3

AaaaI’m so glad you liked it! :D And, dang, man, I cried while writing that part too :D

And I promised a nice ending for the main story, I did, and this one also makes the most sense narratively! For the story I wanted to tell, at least. Bad can’t really become human again, he’s changed to much. He can only move on, and do something with what he is, and has. And he did! :D That’s really nice and inspiring, this story will always have a place in my heart, heheh <3

Being a guardian spirit connected to a person and all, Bad may be not as strong as before, but he can’t die unless Skeppy dies first. And Skeppy can do that, but he’s pretty sturdy, and his lifespan operates on a whole other scale than human ones. And Bad knowing Skeppy’s real name balances it all out, makes them equal in the power and influence they have over each other.

So hellyeah, soulmates for the win :DDD

I’ll answer all questions under the cut, and this close up from one of the pages!

1) What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it?

Probably a pager! Because it’s a more feasible thing to get than a wholeass computer Bad actually wanted :D An it means Skeppy will have to get one too, and that Bad will be having the time of his life texting him and everyone he can get a number from, even if they’re still in the room with him.

Poor Skeppy indeed, he can learn to appreciate the pagers, and later phones, too, and computers, but he really has 0 idea on how it all works and why Bad is so fascinated by it all.

2) Rat and regular people

Oh, she can shapeshift, just like Bad! If they’re out with people around, she takes form of a puppy, and Bad can pass her off as a weird mix breed rescue doggo.

3) Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while?

Oh, since they have no end destination in mind, they can ride around for a bit, go visit some cool places and roadside attractions. Sadly, Skeppy is probably not spiritually or morally ready to full on befriend wild bears yet, and they do need money for gas and snacks. So, at some point they will have to stop somewhere and find work – at least for a bit, to save up. Life’s gonna be a bit complicated with all that, until Skeppy figures out his treasure-finding abilities :DD

4) Bad and nature and animals

He is definitely still in tune with all wildlife! Even more – Bad could become a proper guardian spirit for Skeppy in part because, in a way, Skeppy himself is part of the nature.

So yeah, Bad can understand animals (and plants) and communicate with them; they’re just more free to not take his shit, and Bad’s emotions do not “possess” them unless he makes an effort to do so.

He doesn’t like doing it, tho.

5) Do they ever visit the og town again?

Hm, I think they will completely forget about it for a while, until, like, 30+ years later they will be going somewhere, and find themselves around those parts. And they try to not appear too often in the areas they’ve spent a lot of time in already (they can be pretty recognizable, and also barely show signs of aging). But it’s been a long time, and the town’s really different now… So they make a stop, and spend a day there. They walk the unfamiliar streets between the new buildings, check out the popular hiking trail, the advertisements for hot springs and winter activities. The old cinema is still there, and is hosting an all-night marathon of classic horror movies of the last century.

Bad and Skeppy leave the town after sunset – the day was nice, but they have nothing more to do there. They ride through the forest on a well paved road, with radio playing something barely above the whisper. And in the dark of hot summer night, Bad can see the white stag running between the trees alongside their car. Shadows dance over the shimmering light of it’s fur.

Somewhere after the towns border, the stag disappears back in the forest. But the air in the car stays light and fresh, saving the smell of old pines and dry leaves all though the night.

6) Skeppy and chaos

Well, after the whole mess in the main story, Skeppy definitely learned some lessons, especially about not being a dick :D

But the thing is – he can’t really help the fact that things tend to stir up around him a lot. He naturally brings in chaos into everything, because he is, in part, a personification, or an outlet for it in the world. And so, to feel, well and good, and himself Skeppy gotta do stuff that disrupts balance, and creates some mayhem. And in gave him a lot of trouble in early life, but in the course of the main story he learned that he can chose were he lets that chaos to take hold, learned what can come of that chaos, apart from utter misery.

Like, where it can help dismantle something destructive, and where – bring in the more positive change, that was already brewing, possible, but is stagnant for some reason.

Soooo, I can’t say Skeppy causes only minor chaos in his life, but he sure learns even more about not being a dick :DDDD

7) The studying

I think Bad will want to get a higher education at some point, because he wanted to, and because it’s already new millennia and all that. Bet he’ll go for something very technical and/or literature. Maybe he’ll start by piking up some classes in small time colleges, when they stop in one place for a while, and later get into an online program, because why not.

Skeppy is not a college guy at all. He’ll listen to Bad talk about it, read textbooks if he wants to, can research stuff, buuut going to classes and doing homework is definitely not his thing.

8) Stealing

Well, you’re right, Skeppy can and will steal stuff out of spite! And will be scolded by Bad for it, and will not feel (that) sorry about it. But real stealer between them will be Bad himself :D

It’s just… he has the corvid tendencies, and a hoard (a box) of sentimental mementos from different people and events, and the thrill of stealing something small and harmless is very exciting. Bad is very proud of his little collection. Skeppy finds it very adorable, a bit hypocritical, and kinda creepy. Like, that pretty box he gifted Bad at some point is now full of stuff like:

- pressed flower from the clearing they had a picnic at on their anniversary

- the button the waitress lost that one day the storm caused a black out in the whole town

- some small animal bones

- couple pretty rocks Bad stole from Skeppy’s pockets

- penny that was once glued to the ground

- a handful of teeth people (and not people) lost in fights with Bad

- pen from some fancy hotel

- rainbow dash keychain that belonged to a child

- the list goes on

9) Argument

Oh, that same day they’ll fight over whether they should stay at the really crappy and suspicious looking motel, or go sleep in a perfectly fine forest near the road. Ironically, Bad wanted to try out the motel (because, yay, first time spending the night back in civilization), and Skeppy was the one insisting on sleeping in nature (because the motel looks like it could give you 10 diseases if you even stand near it, and sleeping in the forest is kind of nice, and means they can cuddle).

10) Horses

The guys will probably ride them at some point. Well, Bad will ride, and Skeppy will sit on his horse and hope it knows what to do and where to go, because trying to make this giant thing do something seems dangerous. If they’ll have to actually go somewhere fast, Skeppy will not survive that day, his butt (and legs) will be dead for days to come.

And riding with Bad on one horse may sound romantic and nice, but all romance dies when the gallop starts.

F.

11) Skeppy and climbing

Skeppy is more down to earth kind of guy, more of a “rocks and caves” kind of creature, real-life lizard person or something. Up on the trees and in the air – not really his element, yeah. But it doesn’t mean that Skeppy will accept this fact easy. The embarrassment of never managing to safely make it down a tree is too strong, he just has to do it all over again, and again. And again. Because, clearly, he was distracted this time. And the time before that Bad was teasing him, and it “disrupted his flow”. And, really, maybe these trees here just do not like Skeppy much, and make him slip a lot. Yeah.

So, more often than not, if Skeppy climbs a tree, he will not stop climbing it until he falls, or the tree ends. Bad had to take him off high branches couple times, forcefully, because, of course, Skeppy was sitting there for 2 hours just to properly enjoy the sunset. He can climb down at any point, he just Choses not to. The view is amazing. The bark is literally part of his skin now, not because he holds on tight, no, he’s just Than Much one with the nature )<

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Don’t apologize for the questions! It’s always so fun to answer them, and it makes me think more about stuff I may have skipped, or didn’t think about before. It’s really nice :3c

Again, thank you for the ask, and for being here for this story! <3

(And I’ll try setting timers for rest breaks while I draw, mb that will help)

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In The Dark - masterpost

[hot-wiings]

The One Where Father!Keigo Dresses Up As Santa.

Edited: 12-6-2020

You huffed as you watched the clock on the wall. Each minute that passed turned into an hour, and with each passing hour, you found yourself growing even more frustrated and upset. Keigo was supposed to take the week off on holiday, but he had to go out for an emergency. You knew your husband's occupation as a hero meant sometimes he'd be busy. As a Todoroki you knew this better than anyone, but it still hurt when he was absent. You were fine with Keigo leaving for an hour or two, but an 'hour or two' turned into the entire morning, which turned into the afternoon, and now it was already nine in the evening on Christmas eve.

The media wasn't even covering whatever emergency he handling which only infuriated you more.

Keigo promised to be here for the holidays, here for you and your daughter but he wasn't. It was important for him to be present for your daughter, she was at the age where she still believed in the magic of Santa, and old enough to look back and remember it once she was older. These were the important years. These were the important, fundamental years for a child, but her father wasn't even here, instead it was just you and your younger siblings, Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shouto.

"Mommy! When is daddy gonna be home? Aunt Fuyumi said we have to be asleep for Santa to come. If daddy comes home and he's awake Santa won't come!"

"Oh, little bird, daddy's gonna be home soon, and I'll make him put on his pajamas and we'll all go to sleep as soon as Aunt Fuyumi and Uncle Shouto leave, okay?"

"Okay... But he better be here soon or I hope Santa gives him coal."

You chuckled at your daughter. The little out she gave you was adorable. With her lip jutting out and her arms crossed you could certainly tell she got her pouting genes from her father.

"If he's not home by the end of the hour I'll personally see to it that Santa gives him some coal."

A knock on the door broke you and your daughter away from each other. She flew to the door like a fly to light, a trait passed down through courtesy of her father. You followed after her so you could answer the door, stranger danger was something you were currently big on with her. She knew she wasn't allowed to open the door alone, even if she thought it was her father. You unlatched the door and opened it expecting your husband, but it wasn't. Instead, you came face to face with your younger brother Natsuo in a Santa suit.

"S-Santa?"

Your daughter shyly hid behind your legs as she peered up at the man before her. With his white hair and fake beard, your brother was a convincing fake Santa. You mouthed a quick thank you to your brother before kneeling to talk to your daughter.

"[D/N] it's Santa!"

"But Santa doesn't come until we're asleep, Aunt Fuyumi said so."

"Well, I make exceptions for the very good little girls. I needed to stop to let my deer use the bathroom, so I figured why not visit the Takami household and let little [D/N] open one gift early."

Your daughter gasped, looked up at you and tugged on your dress with a wide smile on her face.

"Mommy, can I open a present from Santa?"

"Of course baby! Why don't you go take him to the tree and I'll bring him some cookies we made. But only one before bed, okay?"

You chuckled as watched your daughter grasp Natsuo's hand tightly and pull him further in the house. You shut the door and locked it to preserve the heat before going to the fridge to pull out some milk and cookies. It wasn't long before you heard the sound of keys jangling, with milk and cookies forgotten you made your way to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up."

"Baby..."

Keigo gave you a sheepish expression as he made his way inside the house. He kicked off his snowy shoes and placed them by the door before turning to you. He knew you were mad, furious even. He knew he should've told them he couldn't come out, he should've said he needed to be with his family, but he didn't.

"I know you're angry."

"What gave it away?"

"I shouldn't have gone out on Christmas, but I'm a hero, and that's what heroes do."

"I know that Keigo, I know that, you know who doesn't? Our seven-year-old daughter. You wanna know who's been asking where you were all night? Our daughter."

Keigo let out a ragged sigh as he made way to the bedroom. You hadn't even noticed he had a plastic bag in his hand until he set it on the bed and started to pull clothes out of it.

"If you think gifts are gonna make up for the absence, think again. I know firsthand that means shit, besides, Santa's supposed to come tonight."

"You think I'm that simple-minded?"

Keigo turned to you with a shit-eating grin as he held the material from the bag up to his body. Red with white linings, it was a Santa suit, and you were sure there was a beard and hat still in the bag.

"The absence of her father is going to be meaningless once Santa shows up."

You chuckled as you looked at your husband. This was his grand idea? Show up as Santa and everything will be fine. While it might've been a good idea, your daughter could never pass her father off as Santa, she saw him every morning, every night. Besides that fact, Natsou was already out being a believable Santa.

Then again, the idea of Keigo going out in a Santa suit when Santa was already here amused you. You could already feel your anger dissipating.

"How are you gonna pull that one off? Last I checked, Santa didn't have wings."

Keigo turned around and scrambled his hands into the bag searching for something. Finally, with said item in hand, he turned around and waved it in front of you.

"I got a harness. I use it when I go undercover, it helps conceal my wings."

Keigo began to strip himself and then he pulled on the Santa suit. Before he got to the top he slipped the harness on. It had two straps on each side meant to go under the arms and wrap around his wings. Keigo put his arms over it and tried reaching behind to pull it through the loop and tie the ends together but he couldn't reach. Usually, he had his sidekick do this.

"Can you help tighten it? I can't reach."

"Oh, how the turn tables have turned."

"Just help me, I promise I'll never tease you for your height again."

"That's a lie, and we both know it."

You huffed, but never the less grabbed onto the harness and pulled the lines over his wings. You pulled the right tie through the metal loop on the left and pulled tight.

"Damn baby, could you be any tighter? Might have to bring my harness home more often."

"Don't make me put you on the naughty list."

Keigo chuckled as you tied off the harness and handed him his coat. He buttoned himself up and put the fake beard on before turning to face you.

"How do I look?"

"Like you're too skinny."

"Hey now, don't body shame Santa. I could put you on the naughty list."

Keigo walked out into the entertainment room where you had the tree put up to find his daughter. He could just imagine the look of surprise and happiness on her face when she saw Santa.

"Ho-ho-ho, Santa is here!"

Upon seeing him, Keigo's daughter was anything but happy. She was rather upset that her father dared to claim he was Santa, not when the real Santa was behind her.

"Daddy! What are you doing?"

"I'm not your father, I'm Santa!"

"Daddy, Santa is behind me, he's gonna put you on the naughty list."

It was then that he noticed Natsuo in a Santa costume behind her. Your daughter ran up to Keigo so he knelt down to her height to talk to her. She grabbed into his shirt tightly and urgently.

"Identify theft is bad daddy, Santa will throw you in jail."

"What? No."

"Lucky for you, I've spent the evening with Santa. I'm going to give you a once in a lifetime opera- opporatunity- chance. A once in a lifetime chance."

Keigo's daughter leaned into him and whispered quickly in his ear.

"I hope you're a good liar, in exchanged for you sneaking cookies past mom, I'll tell Santa you were forced to do it by the Grinch."

"Kid, I like the way you think, peanut butter or sugar cookie?"

"Sugar cookie."

His daughter broke away from him and ran up to Natsuo, or rather Santa Claus. She threw her arm into her head dramatically, like she was in a soap opera.

"Santa, oh Santa. The evil Grinch is back at it again! He forced my daddy to put on a suit and steal your identity. Please don't send him to jail! Or worse! The naughty list."

Natsuo gave his best hearty chuckle that he imagined Santa would give. Honestly, he just did his best to mimic All Might.

"That Grinch sure is a scoundrel! I'll let your father off the hook this time, but next time he better watch out, and he better not cry."

Keigo stood up and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and let his head rest on your shoulder which you gladly accepted.

"You set me up."

"Maybe... But hey, at least you're off my naughty list."

Keigo might be absent from time to time, and you might get angry at him for it, but he always came back. He made you happy, he made you and [D/N] happy and secure. In the end, that was what mattered.

[somersetmummy]

(A/N): This fic is part three of the continuation of the story taking place following book 1 chapter 11 (after being rescued by Sam from Sofia's closet). I’m sorry this took so long post, I’ve been dealing with some things in real life and unfortunately writing fell to the bottom of the list!

Series/Pairing: The Nanny Affair (M!Sam Dalton x MC Katie Hide)

Original characters - all property of PB: Katie Hide (MC), Sam Dalton, Jenny Blake, Robin Flores

New characters: (present in part 3 but not mentioned by name) Serena-Rose Warren, Tessa Finch, Lucinda Hansen

Rating/Content warning: 15+ (a little bit of lust & desire, a few naughty words but nothing graphic)

Word Count: Around 3000, I lost count!

Summary: While out with her friends, Katie bumps into a familiar face, will the night lead her home to Sam or elsewhere?

- Scroll to the bottom for bonus text messages and group chat -

Part Three

As the newest bar on the New York social scene, Atlas had drawn quite a crowd. Hopeful revellers huddle together in the queue outside teased by the sound of merriment within each time the door opens for one of the guest list elite. Katie tentatively approaches the doorman, politely name dropping her way in, wondering to herself in disbelief how this is in fact her life.

Once inside, the unmistakable energy of Jenny and the gang pulls her towards their table in the middle of the room, a melting pot of silken hair, sequins and stilettos, it's hard not to be captivated by the glamorous group she calls her friends.

As she cautiously makes a beeline for the table Jenny notices her approaching, her face lighting up in recognition of her friend. Looking effortlessly edgy as usual, her short dark hair matches the black silk tank top tucked into a feathered black mini skirt. She eyes Katie and unapologetically wolf whistles in her direction.

With her new found confidence, Katie removes her jacket and saunters over to her friends, inwardly basking in the attention of several male pairs of eyes drinking her in along the way. While skimming through the crowd, a blush spreads delicately across her neck and cheeks as she feels one pair of eyes in particular playing close attention. Before she can take a good look around she's embraced by an overly enthusiastic Jenny, almost knocking the wind out of her.

Grinning sincerely back at Jenny, she then moves to Lucinda, Serena and Tess in turn, hugging them tightly and instantly feeling herself relax more than she has done in months, all memories of the drama of her new life checked at the door.

When she had first moved from England for her grad programme, Katie met Jenny almost immediately. One unsuspecting Sunday morning, having escaped the deafening throbbing of heavy bass coming through the wall she shared with her neighbour, Katie was in need of a quiet space to seek refuge and study. She came across an unimposing coffee shop a few blocks away and was immediately drawn to the homey interior as she gazed through the window. As she stepped in, calm washed over her, it felt like home. Settled with her head in her books, it wasn't long before a tornado of colour, energy and expletives tore its way across the room towards her. Jenny.

Taken aback by the intrusion, Katie sat in dismay as this whirlwind of a person rambled on about needing some kind of cover story for being there as her ex sat at the other end of the room with a decidedly less chaotic redhead in his arms. Katie graciously agreed to play along and let Jenny sit with her. It wasn't long before the ex was forgotten as the two women got caught up in conversation, the more they learned about each other the more they found that despite being complete opposites, they blended effortlessly. From that day on, Jenny had taken Katie under her wing and the rest, as they say, is history.

A few minutes after settling on the tall metal stools at the pristine granite topped table, a bucket of Dom Perignon on ice arrives along with 5 glasses. The group look to one another, perplexed, nobody owning up to the extravagant order.

"With compliments of Mr Dalton..." the bartender explains before turning to head back to the heaving bar.

With only Jenny knowing the truth about her as yet un-named relationship with Sam, the rest of the girls just assume it's part of his flashy, rich guy MO, unaware that there could be any other meaning to this gesture than of him having the means to do something nice for his hard working nanny. Jenny on the other hand is about as subtle as a brick and leans in immediately, at least with the decency to lower her voice to a whisper.

"Someone's wanting to impress your friends...and it's working!!"

As Katie throws daggers at Jenny in response, she can't stop her lips from curling in amusement. Turning to take one of the glasses and join in with their toast to friendship, she feels a warmth radiating from her heart reminding of the incredible man waiting for her at home.

After a couple of hours of conversation and countless cocktails, the friends make their way down the stairs to the packed club in the basement, the chic modern décor highlighted by atmospheric blue lighting illuminating the room.

As she slips through the throngs of people to the middle of the dance floor Katie once again feels like someone is watching but can't pinpoint where they might be in the crowd, instead shrugging it off and throwing herself into dancing with the girls.

Unbeknown to her, the pair of dazzling green eyes which she felt boring into her belong to a very familiar face, still watching with a bemused smile as she dances sultrily to the rhythm of the music.

Completely entranced and thoroughly enjoying the view, Robin, who had been leaning against one of the VIP booths at the back of the room with a drink in hand, can't help but pull his phone out and capture the moment on camera.

His favourite past time of getting one over on his semi-brother had never been easier since meeting Katie. He'd quickly realised that flirting with her was a sure fire way to get under Sam's skin. Without a second thought, his fingers get to work tapping away on his phone's screen. As expected, a barrage of messages are swiftly returned warning him against doing anything remotely 'Robin'.

Rolling his eyes and with a heightened sense of determination, he pockets his phone and downs the rest of his drink licking the lingering taste of whiskey from his lips. He has no intention of listening to his brother's warning to stay away, after all Sam isn't here and surely what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Completely oblivious to him moving towards her, he cuts through the crowed with laser precision until he's standing a hairs breath away from the delicious porcelain skin of her back. Her cheeks once again tingle with blush and the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention as she feels the same, now familiar, gaze upon her once more. This time the intensity courses through her body, urging her to turn around.

Cautiously spinning on her heel, a short gasp stifled by a giggle escapes her as her eyes lock on Robin's mischievous grin. He beams at her, challenging her as his hands reach shamelessly for her waist.

"You look amazing out here," he quips, "but I think this song sounds better when you're dancing with someone."

Her cocktail induced daze prevents her from thinking about objecting. Instead, rising to his challenge, she throws him a playful smile and turns back around, pressing her hips into his crotch and swaying seductively to the music.

His hands delicately slide up from her waist, his fingertips stroking the bare skin of her back before caressing her neck and finally moving up her arms to meet with her hands which skim through the air as she sways. Their fingers interlock as he pulls her arms back down to her hips, spinning her round to face him, both breathless.

Instinctively she throws her arms around his neck while his swiftly fall to the small of her back, igniting small sparks up and down her spine.

Robin can't quite believe his luck and thanks his lucky stars that he accepted the last minute invitation to join some old friends at the hottest new bar in town, when what he had really wanted to do after his long day was go home and order pizza.

They move to the music together for a few songs, comfortable with each other's presence and both enjoying the close attention they so rarely receive from anyone else.

Perhaps it's because of their shared experience of looking in on the Dalton's world from the sidelines, but there's something so familiar and natural about being this close to Robin and a kind of ease she's never felt with any man before.

Sure, Sam insists that there is something real between them, she feels it too and their undeniable magnetism between proves there's a connection. But he's never committed 100% to her, at the end of each day he still goes to bed engaged to someone else and she can't help sometimes feeling like she's just an observer to his life.

Lost in their blissful cocoon, it isn't until another pair of hands snake around her waist that she is reminded of where they are. Warm breath from lipgloss stained lips tickles her ear causing her to take a step back from Robin, sobering her to their surroundings.

"Babe, we're heading over to the bar for a refresh, time to leave lover boy!"

Jenny winks at Robin, unapologetically looking him over like he's a piece of meat she wants to devour. She clearly doesn't realise that 'lover boy' is in fact Sam's brother, a fact which Katie doesn't intend to share. She can only imagine the probing that would follow if Jenny knew the truth.

"I'll be right there."

She offers a gentle push to Jenny's rear, encouraging her to move on. Fortunately she complies and slinks off towards the bar, not before giving an impressed nod, clearly approving of Katie's dancing partner.

Turning back to Robin, the space between them has grown and the anticipation in the air dissipated as they reluctantly realise their time together has come to an end.

Without missing a beat, Robin flashes a devilish smile as he steps close once again, reaching for her hand, bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss.

"Until next time Katie..."

He shifts even closer causing her heart to skip a beat. His hand caressing her cheek as it slides through her delicate tresses tilting her head upwards to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into hers for what fees like an eternity before his lips tantalisingly brush against her ear.

"Unless you want to take this back to my place?"

Her breath catches as a warm glow rushes through her veins. The question hangs in the air around them like a fog clouding her judgement.

Of the two brothers, Robin is by far the easier choice, he is after all available without any strings attached.

His stature is much the same as Sam's, his skin slightly lighter, with a similar warm tone. But the eyes....those dazzling emerald green eyes which she could get lost in, framed by delicate laughter lines painted across his beautiful face. His relaxed demeanour and ability to always smile no matter what is going on around him is infectious.

Yes, being with Robin would be easier, life simpler and undoubtedly endlessly fun but as she stares back into those hypnotising green eyes, their foreheads touching, she realises with a pang in her heart that it undeniably belongs to someone else.

In defeat she licks her lips, a small movement which immediately captures Robin's attention, and shakes her head in reply.

"Oh Robin, as tempting as that sounds, I think we'd be wise to go out separate ways tonight."

He returns her smile with a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Can't blame a guy for trying. I guess I'll just have to wait until next time"

Winking, he slips away into the crowd like a ghost and for a moment she wonders whether he was even there at all.

After making her way back to the penthouse in a daze, Katie gingerly steps out of the elevator, tiptoeing carefully down the hall. Her heart skips a beat as she catches sight of Sam fast asleep on the couch.

She can't help but smile to herself as her eyes trace the outline of his sleeping body, that magnetism she so often feels when she’s around him pulling her across the room until she's standing over him.

He looks beautiful, peaceful, almost vulnerable. She realises she's never seen him sleep before and hopes it’s not too creepy to stay and watch him for a few minutes as she slinks down to sit on the footstool between the couch and the coffee table, her knees brushing against Sam's thighs.

Lying on his side, his strong arms are folded across his chest as if protecting himself like armour. His chiselled chest gently rises and falls with each breath, eyelashes fluttering delicately as he dreams, his lips slightly apart, tempting her to kiss them.

She leans closer to him, elbows resting on her bare knees. A curl of his dark silken hair has fallen in front of his eyes and she tenderly stroke it back across his forehead and he involuntarily smiles at her touch.

Staring down at this beautiful man a realisation rushes into her mind like a car speeding out of control. She is completely and utterly, hopelessly in love with Sam Dalton.

Mind slightly fuzzy, her cocktail induced confidence and new realisation makes her brave, encouraging her to gently press her lips to his while cupping his face with her warm hand. He responds immediately by sliding his arm around her waist, kissing back softly, still half asleep. She leans closer still, lips grazing the top of his ear, her voice a whisper.

"I'm home, it's late, you should've gone to bed."

His eyes flicker open, adoration pouring over her, his hand still clinging to her waist.

"I couldn't sleep until I knew you were home safe"

Her lips curl in amusement. "You do realise I’ve just woken you up right?!”

Laughing softly to himself, he sits up so his knees are touching hers and their eyes lock while they share a secret smile reserved only for each other. He runs his hand through his hair and checks the time on his Rolex.

"Oh man, I didn't realise it had gotten so late....did you have a good time with your friends?"

"It was amazing. I miss seeing them...as much as I love being here with you and the boys I've realised it's still good for me to have some time for myself."

He softly skims his hands up her thighs, his slightest touch stoking the fire within.

"Of course, I want that for you too."

Leaning in to one another, the air crackles between them, their night apart building as much desire as any foreplay. As the space between them closes, their breath tangles together. The drumming of their heartbeats the only sound they can hear, until the shrill cry of Katie’s phone cuts through the air.

Pausing with their foreheads resting together they both turn to stare at it willing it to stop, but the phones persistence echoes around the room as it continues to ring.

"That'll be Jenny checking I've got home...I'd better answer or she'll keep ringing." She sighs, hesitantly pulling away from Sam while lifting the phone to her ear.

"Hey Jen.”

Sam’s whole body slouches, visibly defeated. He shakes his head before lightly kissing her cheek as he stands, the moment regrettably over.

"Goodnight Katie" he sighs quietly, so only she hear.

Jenny animatedly chatters on about the hot cab driver who asked for her number, though Katie barely hears her as she zones out watching Sam's back retreating to the boys room to check on them before he goes to bed.

"Goodnight Sam" she sighs in resignation, her words swallowed by the now empty room.

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- Bonus -

Text messages between Katie and Sam after the champagne.

Text messages between Robin and Sam about Katie.

Girls group chat the morning after, completely unrelated, just for fun, just to show their dynamic!

[elvenladysakura]

~Chaar Kadam~

04

Pawn

He is like sea. Ever changing, thousand storms hidden beneath sleek waves. Vast, deep, deadly yet calm and soothing - when he wants to be. Kuwar Veer Pratap Singh is a sea, that Amrit suddenly finds herself stranded in the middle. His deceptive calmness hides a trench beneath, depth of which none has ever tested. She doesn't want to tread these waters, but the choice is between diving and drowning. Isn't that the choice of every life?

Amrit paces the length of her room. Door locked and lights dimmed. The foolishness of her actions makes her inwardly cringe, who was she fooling with this pretence of sleep when with each step her deceptively elegant chains chime.

"Chun Chun Chun" He had said. "As long as I keep hearing their ring, my worries will cease."

Chun Chun Chun

The anklets chime now, mocking her as if they were an extension of the wicked man who had them made. Those anklets could not be undone, she recalled realizing that with a sneering Veer over looking her. She'd rather cut them off her feet -

The sharp knock scatters her thought. Amrit stops just as the door rattles.

"I know you are not sleeping," Veer's voice filters through the door. He doesn't sound very pleased. Good, Amrit thinks savagely. Let him stay awake all night, listening to his favorite Chun Chun!

"Amrit!"

She has the urge to stomp her feet and irritate him further, but Amrit knows how to choose her battles. Veer has that unassuming wickedness of a naughty child, who'd do the most unexpected thing to get his way. Instead she goes and unlocks the door.

"What?" Tonight, she doesn't have the patience to entertain his tantrums. Amrit had pleaded a headache to get out of the dinner debacle, in fear that it would turn somewhat similar to the breakfast drama just that morning. She was annoyed, hungry and on the top of it bound in elaborate gold chains of the kuwar's choosing. At least she had to have the privilege to snap at someone.

Veer raised his brows, looking down at her from his impressive height.

"Dinner kar lo, humare saath," he says. "It's all been set up in the room, we are not expected down at the table with everyone."

She makes a move to walk past him which he prevents with a hand on the door frame. His eyes are burning when they return her gaze.

"Keep me waiting, next time I'll break open the door." He bites out menacing words against her ear as if they were a soft caress. Looking over his shoulder Amrit notices the servants bowing out of the room, the dinner arranged in a corner. Veer steps away as soon as they shut the door and mentally shaking her head at his antics, Amrit goes to the table set up for the two of them.

"Bina khaye sone wale logon ko, ab badi jaldi hai khane mein," Veer taunts from behind. "Stop!" He says sharply. Unwillingly, Amrit turns to look at him, wondering what new play he has thought up now? Was he going to taunt her with food next? Dangle a paratha in front of her like a carrot in front of a donkey? Veer shakes a finger at her in silent no no. With long strides he joins her at the table and pulls out the chair for her.

"Ladies wait for their accompanying gentleman to pull out their chair," he says offering her the seat with an elaborate gesture.

"Why? Woh kudh nahi kar sakthe?" She asks sarcastically.

Veer pinches the bridge of his nose before pointing an accusatory finger at her.

"Yahi yahi problem hai tum ladkiyon ki! When someone is doing a good deed, can't you just keep back and let him do it? No, you want to show your nari shakti instead!"

Amrit plops down on the chair and looks up at him expectantly.

"What is all this Kuwar sahab?"

Veer takes his own seat and looks at her pointedly.

"Training," he elaborates. "Aaj se, we will have dinner here in the room. Just you and me. I will teach you Rani ma's table etiquette to it's last t.

"Etiquette doesn't end with a t." Amrit points out. "Kiyun? Are you embarrassed on my behalf? I did tell you Kuwar sahab, I'm not the right girl for you. Shukar hai aap ko samajh aaya, dher hi sahi!"

"Pooch nahi raha hoon madam, batha raha hoon," Veer tells her as he places a plate before her and starts piling it up with food. "I don't need your opinion on it. I'm telling you how it's going to happen. You will practice during dinner - I'll see your improvement during breakfast with everyone. It may be a pretence, but you are my wife out there. My other half so to speak. I'd rather at least one half is spared of Rani ma's criticism." He shakes his head at some dark thought and serves himself. "Between you and me, I'm the disappointment - you, you are supposed to be perfect, behetareen, unparalleled - such that, Rani ma could never find one who is your better. You are my victorious move against her, my trump card."

His eyes gleam with a madness that fills her insides with a chill. Amrit realizes that she is unwillingly made a pawn in this battle between mother and son. She had no choice but to keep moving forward and the man behind her - dictating her moves - she wasn't certain if he was sane.

"Hmm," Veer says self satisfied. "Shuroo kiya jaayein."

He was a relentless teacher. Amrit wonders how Rani Sahiba thinks less of this son of hers when he was as tenacious as she was.

"So, as we eat - we'll talk about Pakistani prisoners."

Amrit's fork slips. Veer corrects her grip on it again and raps on her knuckles with the back of his spoon.

"Dyaan kahaan hai tumhara?" He admonishes and cuts her savoury roll into small pieces himself. "You can't keep watching your cutlery as if you are performing a surgery on your food. There will be conversation around which you have to participate in -"

He plucked one piece on his fork and brought it to her mouth. "Learn to multitask."

Amrit swallows the bite just to shut him up.

"What about Pakistani prisoners?" She asks.

"There's a list of those who were recommended to be released under Rani ma's campaign scheme. Want to check and see if your aashiq is among them?"

He pulls out a file from nowhere and flips it open. The smile he gives at her eagerness to reach for it is condescending.

"I've heard dogs learn tricks better when they are given reward treats - aaj dekh bhi liya."

Amrit ignored the insult in favour of checking that precious document. It was the culmination of all her efforts. She won't let a petty insult ruin it. Veer watched her in silence for a moment as she reads through the file.

"What will you do when you get him out?" He muses aloud.

"Nothing. He knows how to live his life."

Veer chuckles darkly.

"You want me to believe you won't want to go to him? That you won't run away?"

"Do you play chess Kuwar sahab?"

"Why? You want to learn that next?" He retorts.

Amrit shakes her head. Returns to her food and manages - perfectly - to take a bite from her fork.

"The first rule of any battle is to trust your enemy to do the worst and your soldier to do the best. You have placed me on your side Kywar sahab, you have no choice but to believe I will do my best. If you doubt your own soldier - your opponent will benefit."

For a moment Veer says nothing, then his face breaks into a deceptively bright smile.

"Shukar hai," he says. Shukar hai aap ko samajh aaya, dher hi sahi!" He pays back in her own words, adding his signature sarcasm to it. "You are my soldier. Don't try to be my queen." He offers her another bite. "I've learned my lesson of trusting women. You are left with nothing if you depend on them. Rani ma. Anaita. Tum. All you women know is to disappoint. Ab aur nahi - now I decide the rules of this game."

"Kuwar sahab -"

She jumps at the sound of the door opening. In comes Rani Sahiba, her face a mask of indifference. Veer looks at her annoyedly.

"I'm having serious doubts about your manners Rani Ma," he greets. "Zara dimaag mein zoor daliyein, somewhere - someone might have taught you something about not entering rooms of newly married couples without knocking?"

To his credit Rani sahiba doesn't even flinch. Amrit feels her face burning. She looks away. Rani sahiba being Veer's mother has the nerve to smile.

"You didn't come for dinner. I wanted to talk. It cannot wait." She says pleasantly.

"Kahiyein," Veer mimics her pleasantness. "I'm sure you took the trouble to come all the way up to deliver some shok bhara samachaar!"

"Since you are insisting Veer that I give your wife," she throws a dark look at Amrit. "All due respect and status of a daughter in law of this royal family...I have arranged for that one ritual you missed to force upon us." She pauses for dramatic effect. "It cannot happen that a new daughter in law has joined the family and the newly married couple as you so eloquently put do not seek blessings from our kuldevi? I have arranged a kuldevi pooja for you and bahu. You should prepare to leave tomorrow."

The chill in her smile and the way Veer had suddenly gone very still tells Amrit all she needs to know about this upcoming veneration. The woman has her son's cruel streak, for her eyes flashes with victory at the ghost like pallor in Veer's face. Amrit has the urge to reach out and take his hand - a misplaced emotion that she quickly stomps on. This is the man who made her wear those anklets. She's not going to forget that.

"Kiyun, you have a problem Veer?" Rani sahiba asks sweetly.

"Nahi." Veer's voice is little too high, little too cherry. "Of cause I have no problem." He looks at his mother, his eyes reddening, his fists clenched. "So you'll be going with us too, won't you Rani Ma? Or do you have a problem?"

"Of cause. I - I will." Her voice falters and Veer's fist tightens.

"Of cause," he says. "Of cause."

He rises from the table abruptly.

"If you could finish me off in the process I'm sure you won't think twice to poison your own food. Aap kha lijiye Amrit, humari bhook mitt gayie."

Throwing those last words as if he was spitting out the said poison, Veer left Amrit staring up at the sweet yet cruel face of a supposedly benevolent woman.

**

[romanovanoff]

bio says black widow stories but i do like to dabble with other characters too. ill have a full list on another post.

YOU & I

A Bellatrix & Tom Riddle story

part one

characters:

bellatrix black

tom riddle

narcissa black

andromeda black

druella black

rodolphus lestrange

rabastan lestrange

(tba)

relationships:

bella/tom

narcissa/lucius

andromeda/ted

(tba)

summary: tom is the new kid in school and is already popular amongst his peers. his goal is to have bellatrix black by his side when he conquers the wizarding world, and his only problem? bella is already in an arranged marriage and also wants nothing to do with him.

disclaimer: i have never read the books, and ive seen all the movies only like twice. im not a crazy fanatic potterhead, i just have an unhealthy obsession for bellatrix/helena bonham carter 😌. so apologies in advance if i make any mistakes, regarding whats canon in the harry potter universe and so on. the little things, the big things, my bad. i hope the fact that its mostly au makes up for what it lacks in accuracy.

word count: 3497

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"I overheard earlier today that Hogwarts received a new student," Druella spoke as she took a sip of tea, delicately patting a napkin across her lips before gazing over at her three daughters. Bellatrix, who didn't seem interested at all in the conversation, Andromeda, who was busy scribbling something in her diary, and little Narcissa who was following along to her mother's words.

"Yes, it's true," The blonde girl, thirteen years old, responded. "I thought it strange at first but apparently he and his family were living somewhere in Europe. Tom Riddle, I think his name is. He'd been taught at home and his father had gotten a job at the ministry so they transferred him to Hogwarts."

Ever the gossip, it didn't surprise Bellatrix in the slightest that Cissy knew so much about the new student. She rolled her eyes, wondering why the hell they were even discussing this in the first place. It was just a new student, who cares? She voiced this several times out loud but had received the usual disapproving glances from the two blondes. It creeped the raven-haired witch sometimes at how much Cissy resembled their mother.

Letting out a sigh Bella swirled her spoon around in her teacup, not finding the appetite to drink nor eat the sweets that accompanied her tea. The three of them were currently in Rosa Lee's teashop, a place they often went to every other week, with permission to leave the school of course- though she didn’t ask for it most times. Usually Bellatrix would devour the treats but today she was feeling too anxious to do anything but. At seventeen years old she had stretched out her days of freedom and was now forced into a marriage that should have taken place two years ago.

The thought of marriage wasn't all that bad, if she was being honest. Sometimes when her thoughts and actions weren't clouded with hate and rage she'd daydream a not so near future of a perfect wedding. A wedding where she would be marrying someone she truly loved and could cherish, to honor their vows to the fullest extent. So the wedding itself wasn't the problem, it was who she was supposed to be wed to that was. Her long time childhood friend, Rodolphus Lestrange. And one of the very few in the sacred 28 that wasn't related to the Blacks by blood. At least that she was aware of… The thought still made her cringe, even after checking every family tapestry available and an exhausting amount of research.

Everyone wanted her to be happy about the fact she'd get to marry someone she's known for years, something most pure-bloods didn't have the honor of having, but it was the fact she knew him so well that she hated. He was like a brother to her, albeit at times an annoying and even sexist brother. He wasn't husband material and she was most certainly not wife material for him. And add to the fact that they'd be pressured to have children immediately after becoming man and wife, the thought of having sex with him made her want to gag. You'd think they'd notice that such a practice was incredibly outdated. She hated to wonder if the marriage had taken place two years ago, would they really pressure two 15 year olds to consumate? Fuck this life.

She felt like the world and everyone in it was against her. All her complaints had been shot down, leaving her inwardly seething with rage before being left totally subdued. Oh, how she hated being so… powerless, left without a voice, without a right to do what she wanted and to do so as she pleased, the ever present shadow looming over her shoulder that was the society and family she was born into.

Letting out a sigh she looked over at Andromeda who was still scribbling in that damn book. Probably instant messaging her friends, something Bellatrix didn't have the luxury of having. At least genuine ones anyway. The ones she had in school were merely vultures following around, waiting for the opportunity to eat away at the scraps she bared. They didn't hesitate to use her to their advantage, trying to play her like a fool. Idiots, they should've known she was the brightest witch of her age for a reason. And no one took advantage of Bellatrix Black.

Despite still being superior she continued feeling a bitter pang in her heart, knowing no one truly cared for her there. Well, maybe except for her sisters, Rodolphus and his brother that is.

Catching her eyes on what she was doing Andromeda quickly closed her book and narrowed her eyes at her eldest sister. But then a familiar smirk curled the girls lips and Bellatrix knew what was going to happen before her sister could even utter a word. She knew that smirk anywhere. Bella herself wore that smirk on several occasions, actually even taught it to her dear sister! If only mother knew how truly naughty Andy was, maybe then the heat wouldn't fall upon Bella so heavily when she did something that displeased her.

"Mother," Andromeda chimed in, interrupting Cissy's conversation with the older woman. "Bellatrix is right. Why not talk about something else."

"Andy…" The dark haired witch warned, fingers clenched around her spoon.

"Like… Bella's wedding perhaps? Surely there are plenty of plans to discuss. Some of which I'm sure my dear sister here is needed for?" The brunette suggested 'innocently', smiling back at Bellatrix before looking at her mother.

Druella blinked once, then twice before she brightened up. Damnit, Andy, Bella thought to herself angrily, glaring daggers at her younger sister. "You're right! We only have a short few weeks before the big day and still so much to do. How about we end this little meal early and say we go to one of the boutiques nearby, check up on your wedding dress," Druella said as she rose from her seat.

And so that's what they did. They went to the boutique, checked the incredibly old fashioned dress, with what looked like the most painfully looking corset yet stitched into the fabric. After, they stopped by a few other shops to double check things were in order for the wedding before finally apparating home. The entire time Bellatrix had trudged along reluctantly behind her sisters and mother, offering a few weak comments and opinions for this thing and that when asked of her.

She was glad to finally be back home, finding relief in the knowledge that tomorrow morning she'd be returning back to Hogwarts, having spent the weekend with her family. On one hand she was glad she managed to extend the wedding date, convincing her parents that it might be wise that she finish her last year and take her N.E.W.T.s before focusing on 'wifely duties'. Yes, that was how she phrased it. And yes, they'd taken the bait, obviously wanting their daughter to focus on her marriage once out of school, and not caring about the intelligence hidden behind her usual mask of indifference.

She made short work separating from her family's side to make her way upstairs to her room. And then made even shorter work getting ready for bed. No one ever bothered her when she was up the stairs and hidden away. It was known to all that Bellatrix Black inherited the 'mad' gene in the family, more prone to violent outbursts and destructive tantrums. Because of this her room wasn't the prettiest, constantly being repaired and sparse so there were less objects to break. The room was also constantly being placed under a silencing charm, quieting her screams so the rest of the household could sleep peacefully. How thoughtful of them, she thought to herself bitterly.

The sun was already down by the time she emerged from the bathroom, all scrubbed up and her hair wet, the many strands in ringlets falling down her back. With her wand, she casted a quick-drying spell to both her body and hair, not bothering with any sleeping robes as she climbed into bed. Once in she blew out the candles before getting comfortable under the covers. Usually, it would be too early to go to sleep, and she'd have at least a glass or two of firewhiskey to help her doze off but she felt the whole unexpected wedding planning this afternoon was enough to do her in. Not only that but she did need to wake up early to catch the train back to Hogwarts tomorrow. So without much further thought she closed her heavy eyes and fell asleep, hoping things could be much easier in the future.

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

"Tom Riddle is in our class."

"I heard Tom's family is incredibly wealthy and direct descendants to Salazar Slytherin."

"It's true! I overheard him talking to snakes! Snakes!"

The whispers and excited talk continued on and on the moment Bellatrix stepped onto the Hogwarts express. If she thought Cissy talking to mother about this ‘nobody’ annoyed her, she was absolutely wrong. Hearing everyone around her discuss this Riddle boy absolutely drenched her high spirits and put her in one of her dark moods.

No one needed to look twice to know to stay away from the young witch. If dark glaring eyes didn't strike fear into her peers, then the dark energy and aura surrounding her would.

Not wanting to hear the gossip anymore Bella separated from her 'friends' and found a seating compartment for herself, only able to hold two people, but thankfully no one dared claim the other spot. She sat close to the window, forehead touching the glass, and seeming to cool her ever bubbling irritation. Trees and rolling hills passed by in a blur but she wasn't particularly watching, eyes slightly glazed over as she got lost in thought.

So lost in thought she almost didn't notice the sounds of her compartment door being slid open and a person taking a seat across from her. Blinking slowly she looked over to the 'intruder' as the door slid closed once more, leaving the two individuals with some privacy she didn't necessarily want.

The person in front of her was a young man. Probably around her age with dark brown hair, curling neatly at the front. He had bright emerald eyes, warm but she got the hint of something darker underneath, something dangerous hidden beneath the surface and ready to strike unsuspecting prey. Despite that though everything else about him seemed pretty bland. Pale skin- but not as pale as hers-, average build, and put together uniform.

"Who're you?" She found herself asking, swallowing the automatic 'get out' she was originally planning on saying. Given the fact she hasn't seen him before in this school year or any year before that, she was already dreading the answer. She wasn't even sure why she disliked him so much already. Maybe it was the fact he's barely even started school here and yet everyone was already drooling over him. Maybe it was the fact he was well known for things the student body hasn't even had proof of, things he was already praised for. And on her side of things she was well known for her infamous anger and her upcoming marriage to Rodolphus. That or her status of being the firstborn Black daughter. Otherwise known as the current heir of the Black family. Well. That was until her idiot cousin, Sirius was old enough to steal the mantle from her.

So when he said, "Tom. Tom Riddle," She really couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Cause of course the person she had no care for was sat in, of all seats, the one in front of her. "Does that name offend you?" He then asked, wearing the same damn smirk he wore the moment she took in his appearance just seconds earlier.

"No," She said in a bored drawl, eyes once again gazing out the window as her head rested against the glass. "Unlike every other idiot out there, I care not for who you are. You're just another ordinary student attending Hogwarts. Nothing special about that," She told him, her tone consistent in telling him of how much she didn't care.

He was quiet for some time. Not too long, but enough to give her pause and wonder if she'd wandered too deep in thought and he'd slipped away. Only a glance his way revealed that, no, he was still here. "I agree," He finally spoke again. "There's nothing special about me at all. And I'm starting to despise the fact people are so interested in me. Took a look at the school Friday and suddenly everyone thinks so highly of me just because it was a private tour by the headmaster himself," He huffed.

It was clear to Bellatrix by the way he spoke, by the way he talked that he was excellent at charming people, manipulating them even if you would use the darker term. Again, she was many things but an idiot was not one of them and she wasn't falling for his 'charms' or tactics any time soon.

"Oh, poor you," She said in a mocking voice, jutting out her bottom lip as she faced him fully. "New kid in school has everyone fawning over him. Such a terrible life you must live, knowing you have everyone in the palm of your hands with just a smile." She finished the sentence off with said smile before turning it into a sneer.

"I won't repeat myself again. I care not for who you are, and I don't wish to know you or anything about you. So if you're going to sit here, then it better be in silence, or so help me merlin I will curse you. Laws be damned," She hissed. Hopefully for the last time she turned away again, feeling her mood lighten just slightly at her first threat of the day.

Usually, other students would run away by now, flee the vicinity in which she occupied, but Tom just sat there, in shock, or because he actually listened to her words. Finding herself curious about which option she chanced another glance but was surprised to see him wearing that annoying little smirk instead. "Cute," He told her, enjoying the way her eyes widened just slightly before darkening with anger. "That threat might work on others but it won't with me."

Her magic was absolutely crackling around her, like static in the air just before an oncoming storm. She was soon to make good on her threat. "Based on your looks, in how you speak, and the way I saw you walk earlier, looking down at everyone as if they were beneath you. I would safely assume you are a… Black. Bellatrix Black? Considering you look to be in the same year as me," He continued, assuming everything correctly. She didn't need to know though that he'd actually done his research prior to moving here, and that he had asked around earlier. "I don't expect you to get along with me from the start, but you will see me around often. I'll personally make sure of that. Cause I like you," He said with a shrug, smirk still in place.

Bold. Oh, so very bold and before Bellatrix could even utter a single word or even grab and raise her wand for that matter, he was already out the door. The space in front of her was once again vacant and she stared at the now unoccupied seat as the door slid closed.

LATER THAT DAY

It was almost impossible for the raven haired witch to avoid hearing or seeing Tom. It was as if everywhere she turned, someone was talking about him or he himself was staring at her from a distance. Usually she would never admit such a thing, her pride too strong, but it greatly unnerved her. Who the hell did he think he was? Claiming he would see her more often because he liked her? “Doesn’t even know me,” She scoffed to herself, annoyed as she continued on the familiar path to her dormitory.

Bellatrix was a slytherin through and through, like every other Black family member before her. There had been no question about it. Well, maybe after. She questioned it alot. The houses, the characteristics and traits. All of it. And once she's put herself in a more outside perspective about it she really couldn't help but laugh at the whole student body, almost all of them adapting and practically absorbing their houses certain traits into their own personality.

Anyway, she was a slytherin, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed her mindset that first day, if her family hadn't been so adamant on which house she went to, would she have been chosen for hufflepuff, perhaps? Maybe gryffindor? Ew, no. Possibly ravenclaw. These thoughts raced past in her mind as she made her way down into the dungeons. There was a little of her in each, she supposed.

"Drommie, Cissy," Bellatrix greeted once she made it into the girls dorm, having already said the password and walked through the shared sitting room. All three Black sisters shared the same room, something Bellatrix and her mother both insisted and agreed upon to the headmaster when first starting school here. It was a protective thing. Bella knew that her sisters weren't like her, lacking in gut and courage. She was sure Andromeda could take care of herself, at times, but if worse came to worse she was more likely to break under pressure and need rescuing from her bigger sister. And little Narcissa, the spoiled brat she was, didn't have a single backbone in her body, choosing instead to flee or hide behind one's robes. Despite those certain qualities though Bellatrix still loved her sisters dearly and simply made it a priority to keep them safe, consequences to herself be damned.

Sure… maybe it was Bella's fault for them needing protection, having spent most of her years reigning terror down upon those who even glance at her, therefore her peers not liking her and taking it out on her sisters instead. But… hey! They looked at her funny, they deserved it!

"Bella why didn't you sit with us on the train," Narcissa asked, looking at her older sister as she sat on her bed.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and walked past, towards her own bed furthest in the room and by the window. "As if I'd sit and listen to you two and your friends gossiping about the 'new boy'," She said back.

Andromeda turned to her with a quirked brow. "I don't know, by the looks of it you sat just fine with the 'new boy' before you ran him away."

Bellatrix was only able to scoff as a response before Narcissa quickly interrupted, hopping over towards Bellatrix. "You got to talk to Tom Riddle?" She asked excitedly. "How was he like? Was he charming? Did he show you parseltongue?"

"Cissy, please, calm down. He was none of those things. He was very bland… and cocky, and arrogant," Bella responded, the end getting heated with annoyance. Not towards her sister of course.

"Sounds like someone I know," Andromeda spoke up with a pointed look Bella's way.

"Shut up," The dark haired witch shot back. Because of course she couldn't deny it. She was those things sometimes… all the time. "Whatever. Let’s go. It's time for lunch anyway."

(A/N: lets be honest idk how classes work at hogwarts so lets say bellatrix and sis’s meet up w mother on the reggy, with permission or without, and this particular weekend was a break for all students to either visit their fam or relax in their dorms/explore school grounds. today (mon) is a day for them to get readjusted and classes start up again the following day. anyway continue)

All the way to the great hall Bellatrix's sisters continued teasing her about Tom. Thankfully she took the teasing easily, shoving her sisters good naturedly and joking along. That was until they reached the great hall. She didn't think her sisters noticed but as they walked past others to get to their table Bellatrix could feel a strong force on her, like something digging into the back of her head. She scanned her eyes around the room once, trying to catch the culprit of whatever was happening but all she could see were other students eating merrily, not a clue to her predicament. Thankfully by the time she'd sat down the force had vanished and she could focus back on her sisters.

Tom stood just outside the doors of the great hall, panting and trying to catch his breath. Never had he been rejected so quickly from someone's mind, not even close to breaching it in fact. Her magic was strong, untampered and just waiting to be fully unleashed just beneath the surface. A magic enough to rival his own. She may think she was strong now but oh just wait until he had her with him, by his side. Just wait until he showed her what she's truly capable of.

With these thoughts in mind he swiftly walked away from the great hall entrance, on his way back to his dorm.