#lock all the doors trilogy

[acquiescest]

[readwritealldayallnight]

(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

In Ghost’s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.

So what if everyone apart from you knew it?

Didn’t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.

Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.

He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink he’s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him it’s perfect, even better than when you make it.

The first time he’d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.

You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?

You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ‘Mrs.’ printed across the side, certain that it hadn’t been in any of the common room’s cupboards before.

He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. You’re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ‘To : Wife’. He’ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show he’s read it as well, likes the same things you like.

He’ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where he’s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. You’re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesn’t know it yet.

Though this was the first military base you’d ever worked on, you couldn’t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.

No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure it’s okay, some strange form of team bonding?

Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they don’t hear him telling you about how “my wife works hard enough, don’t need to be liftin’ a finger wit’ me around, love.”

They know to move out of the way if you’re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, he’ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.

Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything he’s doing- whether it’s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.

No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.

Besides, it’s all just playful, innocent fun, right?

Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.

And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely don’t remember requesting, well that’s all just fun too, right?

[star-suh]

Happy-ly Ever After: The Spa

Ricky Shen x Male Reader

an: last part of the happy spa trilogy, also i became lazier so i won't be writing content warnings anymore 😭

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yn hasn’t had sex for a long time due to university assignments so when the opportunity appears, he takes it but first he has to get ready for the occasion. he decides to visit a famous spa that is said to have the most pretty and gorgeous people in the world. “i have to make sure if that’s true” he mutters while locking the front door.

the bell on the door rings, alerting the receptionist that someone just arrived, “hey hello, my name is matthew, how can i help you today?”. “hello, i want a massage and some uhmm… depilation.. y-you know where” yn says embarrassed. matthew lets out an almost quiet laugh, “sure buddy, let me guide you to the locker rooms so you can change your clothes and then go to this room” he hands him a card with a number on it, “enjoy” he smiles at yn.

yn nervously awaits for the person who’s gonna service him when the door creaks open, revealing a tall and handsome guy. “good afternoon, my name is ricky and i’m gonna be in charge of you for the rest of the day” he confidently says, “so a massage and a depilation.. wax?” his question being responded with a little yeah from the client.

the massage started, ricky made sure to put enough body oil so the movements of his hands were smooth, pressing the right pressure spots, relieving yn from the stress.

“how are you feeling mr. ln?” the masseur’s hands kneading the skin as if it were bread dough, moans coming out of his mouth “it feels so good mr.” he praises “the best feeling. i feel as if i’m on top of a fluffy cloud”. yn completely relaxes on the mattress, his body glistening with the yellow and white lights around the room. “okay, time for waxing” unexpectedly ricky slaps yn’s ass making him gasp in surprise, “what?” he says looking around. “you asked for it, ricky pulls out the card matthew gave yn before, a massage and a depilation you know where” ricky hides the card on his pant’s pocket, “the wax is ready man, so sit on all fours or whatever position your comfortable, what matters is that your ass is wide open for me to do a good job”. ‘why’s he smiling like that? yn thought, ‘he seems like he enjoys this type of work’. yn obeys but he just sits with his legs on each side of his body, near the mattress edge, his ass wide open and hole visible for ricky who makes a wow with his mouth and bit his lower lip.

he starts spreading the wax with a device that leaves a thin film of it on yn’s ass, ricky just needs to peel it and ta-dah the hair is gone. he continues repeating the process all over yn’s ass until it’s completely smooth, “something special for tonight?” ricky asks, sensing the reason for the waxing. but yn was too embarrassed to answer, after all he has his ass in front of an unknown’s face. “tough crowd huh” ricky murmurs, continuing doing his job. yn hears when ricky puts the device on a table near them and think he can go already but ricky’s hand grips his left ass cheek hard stopping him from stepping outside the massage bed, “i’m not done with you mr., it’s the turn of your hole to be waxed” despite his smile yn could sense ricky was getting annoyed by his actions. ‘don’t worry yn this is just the last part’ he says in his mind and as if ricky had read his thoughts he mutters an ‘it’s not the last part’.

yn’s hole clenches on air while being smeared on the wax, this time ricky was using his hands, with gloves of course, he then peels the film of wax in little chunks until it’s gone completely, once again repeating the process until all is clean and smooth. at this point yn has given up, he was now face down ass up, his hole clenching right in front of ricky’s face, “look who’s being cute all of a sudden” ricky pours some cream on his hand and smears it on yn’s ass, he starts to pretend as if the hole was yn’s face, talking to it. sometimes his hand slips right above the pulsating hole disguised as accidental touches, “sorry” he mutters everytime it happens. yn was getting aroused, the same as ricky, who’s bulge started to appear on his silky pants. yn’s dick gets hard, the mere thought of someone as hot as ricky doing those types of things to his hole clouds his mind. ricky blows air from his mouth directly to yn’s hole, it clenches on it. as if he was being hypnotized ricky slowly moves his face closer against the other, whispering sweet nothings to it, his mouth opens, it was watering, eager to taste that ring of muscles. finally his wet tongue mets with it, he licks a strip from his balls to his hole, “fuck” he couldn’t hold it anymore, latching his lips on the needy hole, draggin’ his tongue around and inside it, ravaging it completely. “mr. rickyyy” yn tried to push his head away from him but to no avail, ricky just replied with a moan indicating that he wasn’t planning to stop. the masseur’s hand grabs yn’s dick and closes around it, moving it up and down, “look at you, already dripping” ricky mentions when he touches yn’s wet tip, precum dripping of it, he use it to slick the shaft and make it more pleasurable for yn.

yn leaned on his back and holded his legs, knees near his chest so ricky could keep doing wonders with his tongue, “why are y-you doing this?” yn asked, curiosity getting the best out of him but ricky responded with a simple “it’s my job, i have to make sure i did it well. not a single hair so i think i did a good one” he winked and resumed his rimjob.

minutes passed and ricky has still his face buried on yn’s ass but this time he was jerking off too, pulling his pants and underwear down enough to pull his dick out. “just put it in already, please” yn begged, he wanted to feel something bigger and thicker, ricky’s tongue was not enough for him. “what about your date from later at night?. thought you were doing this for them?”, ricky rubs the puckered hole with two fingers then introduces them and moves them in a scissors motion to open it more, “i don’t care just do it” tears threatening to spill, overwhelming feelings taking over him. “say less”.

ricky’s thick cock pummels its way, its big head opening his walls so deliciously that yn moaned loudly, asking for more, the veins around the cock scrapping yn’s walls so damn good. “ufff tonight’s situation gonna eat good” ricky jokes, positioning his hands on yn’s shoulders to pound harder. the bed moved in a rhythmic pace, squeaking caused by every thrust. “you fuck so good” yn praises, driving ricky even wilder. he discards hispants completely, his bottom half completely naked. he lies down on the bed too and position yn on his side, slapping his shaft on the other’s back entrance, “ready?” he asks, “yeah” yn responds quickly. “i’m not gonna hold back” ricky adds, “i don’t give a fuck”.

his balls slapped against the other while still shoving his dick, “i’m not gonna stop until your ass remembers the shape of my dick and would only accept mine, no one else's. sorry for your situationship”. ricky bites yn’s ear and then lick the back of his neck. yn manages to be on top this time to ride his masseur, with his hands on each side of his hips, guiding him, “you like it mr. ricky?” he sits hard “am i your best client yet” yn says pouting, with doe like eyes that immediately rolled back when ricky hit on his sweet spot, his tip scraping around it, the pleasure expanding throughout his whole body. ricky likes how feisty yn tried to be, “yes mr. ln you’re the best cockwhore i’ve ever had”. yn stops the riding session, he just sits with ricky’s dick still inside, he starts to move his hips and hump on him with all the strength left on him, this caused his hole and therefore insides to contract so tight that ricky came instantly. yn’s inside being flooded by ricky’s sticky spooge, the liquid went down ricky’s shaft and balls, dripping on the mattress, ricky gasped for air, still holding yn’s hips while riding his high, “fuck this was indeed the best fuck. i’ve never had someone to make me cum so easy” ricky praises, he stands up to clean himself and then yn.

“thank you for today, hope you enjoyed it fully” ricky thanked yn while waving goodbye, “hope i can have you here some time soon”, yn turns around and smirks at him. trust, this is not gonna be yn’s last visit to the spa, the happy ending spa.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

snowflakes dancing on the wind

the wistful wyvern, chapter one

a/n: this series is the second instalment i my eflorr trilogy. if you haven't already read fused with the foe, then i'd highly recommend reading that first so that you know what's going on.

summary: three years where you’d sworn off love entirely, tried to interpret it as a good thing, a gift really. You could be more productive, more focused. But now that you were home again, hearing the molasses tone of his voice and seeing the beads of sweat slowly rolling down the landscape of his body, over the ink that crawled up his left arm, you knew three years wasn’t enough to mend your heart. The rest of your life probably wasn’t long enough either. 

warnings: knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, former fuckboy!bucky, tattooed!bucky, slow burn, one-sided pinning, flashbacks, alcohol consumption, kissing, dragon attack, childbirth (with very ronja rövardotter timing), blood, weapons, violence, crying

word count: 4296

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TEN YEARS AGO, ON THE THIRTY-SEVENTH DAY OF WINTER 848 PR

A biting chill swirled through the echoing halls of Yoslor Penitentiary that noon when two gruff guards yanked you from your cell and dragged you to the far side wing of the prison. 

Passing countless doors, at last, they arrived at one with someone already on patrol on the outside. As a rusty key twisted in the lock with a reverberating click, the guard, still barely letting your feet skim the dirty floor, practically shoved you inside the chamber. 

As they threw you down into a cold chair and yanked at your chains to fasten them in a strong loop smelted into the stone floor by your feet, a voice suddenly caught your ears and caused your squinting eyes to flicker up. 

“Easy, boys! No need to drag her by the scruff of her neck as if she were a cat and not an eighteen-year-old girl,” you noticed the man already seated on the opposite side of the table, “would you please uncuff her?” he requested with an outstretched hand, a command, to your surprise, the guards obeyed, “thank you,” he leaned back in his seat as the manacles fell from your sore wrists. 

Rubbing the angry marks wrapped around your joints, a shiver ran through you as you saw the cloud of your exhale clear in the air. 

When the guards had settled on either side of the exit behind you, the blonde stranger opposing you tilted his head and asked, “do you know who I am?” 

“Should I know who you are?” your gaze lifted from your wrists and met his, “look man,” you sighed heavily, “if I at some point stole something from you, I don’t have it anymore. I don’t really have much of anything anymore in here,” a short and dry chuckle tied a bow on your statement. 

With his stare never straying, his chin then tilted slightly as he said, “I am Steven Grant Rogers, crown prince of Eflorr,” his title rolled off his tongue with such ease as if it didn’t have any merit at all, “and you’re Y/n Y/l/n, daughter of the famed One-eyed Ollie,” he rested his forearms against the table’s edge, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Blinking back at the royal, your brows furrowed softly at the mystery of why a man such as him would pay someone like you the time of day, “…alright, uh, sure.”

“We’ve kept an eye on you for a very long time, long before your father slipped away and made you take the fall for the break-in at the Sulmier estate,” your jaw couldn’t help but clench at the memory, “you’re very talented.”

“Yeah, can you just hurry up and tell me what you want?” you grunted as your knee tensely bounced beneath the table, “they’re serving soup today for supper and I’d rather not miss it.”

Huffing out what seemed like an amused breath, the prince glanced down a moment as he announced, “I have a proposition for you,” he met your gaze once more, “either you can pay for your father’s crimes here in prison or you can come work for me,” he offered slowly, “twenty years either way, but in here you will be treated as, well, essentially an animal,” his eyes briefly flicked around the cold chamber, “whereas with me you will be just as any other warden. You will have the same rights, the same opportunities, maybe even a home by the end of it.”

“…you wanna give me a job?” you squinted back at him. 

To which he simply nodded, “yes.” 

“Me?” your eyebrows only seemed to knit together tighter. 

“Like I said, you’re very talented. I could use someone of your skillset,” he then leaned back in his seat, “so, I’ll give you some time to decide,” he clasped his hands together in his lap, “if you don’t show up at Fort Borün before all the snow has melted, then let’s just say that you wouldn’t be able to get very far with the bounty there’ll be on your head.”

The heavy ivory pelts that made up your cloak billowed around your frame as the piercing wind whirled it around. You had to lean forward a bit to even make any headway in the howling blizzard that coursed around you. Icy snowflakes struck the upper part of your features that the tugged-up scarf didn’t cover. 

Squinting in the snowstorm as you crested the hill and walked under the archway, you glanced above and spotted icicles hanging from the drawn-up portcullis. 

As you glanced around the courtyard and the snow-dusted castle looming in the background, your feet soon carried you over towards a pair of bundled-up wardens posted outside a door. 

“Excuse me,” you interrupted the lewd joke one of them was halfway through telling, “could any of you–” 

But it wasn’t till the soldier to the right jumped and yelped, “ah, by Apa!” that it occurred to you just how camouflaged your frosty visage had been in the blizzard.

“Holy fuck!” the other one clutched his heart after nearly drawing the crossbow strapped to his back.

“Oh gods, sorry. Thought you were a snowman some fucking pixies had put a curse on,” the first knight, whose head was warmed by a thick knitted cap, steadied his breathing with a short laugh, “what do you need?”

Glancing between them, you asked, “could you point me in the direction of Master Tully’s office?”

“Ah,” the beanie-wearing warden nodded, “you’re a new recruit?”

Stifling a laugh, you tilted your head and huffed, “you could say that.” 

“I’ll show you,” the dark-haired one gestured, “come with me.”

“Thanks,” you offered him a small smile as he then held the door behind them open for you to enter first. 

The dining hall of the bustling barracks that you entered nearly gave you whiplash with the warm contrast it had to the freezing environment you’d just been trudging through for weeks. The fireplace down on the far wall warmed the interior and lit up the faces of the soldiers halfway through their meals. 

As you pulled back your snow-dusted hood and tugged your frosty scarf down to expose your nose and mouth, your palm attempted to brush some of the flakes off of you. 

“He’s right over there,” your guide pointed to the balding man sitting alone at a table in the corner of the chamber, before he disappeared from your side and joined some comrades on a long bench, sneakily stealing a chunk of bread from one of their bowls. 

Slowly stepping closer to the older man, hunched over some parchments as he dipped and softened a crusty piece of bread in his stew, you carefully croaked, “master Tully?”

“Aye?” he lifted his gaze to find you. 

“Hi, I was told to come talk to you,” you stepped closer and reached out your hand, “I’m Y/n, I don’t know if you–”

“Ah, yes, Y/n! Great to have you on board, lass,” his gruff hand swiftly gave yours a shake, “you must be tired after that long journey, so why don’t you grab a bowl,” he briefly pointed to the humble buffet off to the side, “have a wee rest, and then we’ll sit down and discuss everything after that, yeah?”

Offering him a light nod, you agreed, “sounds good, sir.” 

As you wandered over to fill up a bowl, Tully waved over the warden who’d shown you the way. 

“Barnes?” 

Swiftly, the soldier rose from his seat, “yes, sir?”

“Go show Y/n her quarters,” Tully returned his attention towards his stew. 

Barnes’ dark brows then knitted together, “who’s Y/n?” to which his commander simply pointed with the hand still clutching a chunk of bread, “oh…” the warden’s glance followed the trail, “right…” before raising his voice to catch your ears, “oi, snow!” you didn’t turn around even as he neared, “hey!”

Dragging the curve of a spoon from your lips when you finally noticed his stare, you finally perked up, “who, me?” and pointed to yourself. 

“Yeah you,” he didn’t slow down as he gestured for you to shadow him, “come.”

“Oh, uh,” with the bowl of stew still in your gasp, you tried not to spill as you scurried to keep up, “my name is actually Y/n,” you corrected him.

Halting his step momentarily, he turned and reached out an inked hand for you to shake, “Bucky,” a small smirk tugged at his lips as your eyes finally got the chance to wash over his visage now that his striking features weren’t veiled by a blizzard, “welcome aboard, snow.”

PRESENT DAY

You felt like somehow you should have predicted that this would be your welcome home greeting. That this striking heartbreak could have somehow been prevented if you’d only remembered when training was usually held. 

It was just rubbing salt into the wound you’d been trying so fiercely to mend. Yet, it was still there, open and festering, bleeding till you nearly passed out. You couldn’t start doing that again, purposely seeking out the salt just to feel something, just to for a single second feel good before reality settled in again. Perhaps your timing had been on purpose, perhaps your subconscious had just been so strong that it had forced you to return home right at the time that practice was held in the middle of the courtyard, and none other than Bucky stood in the centre, shirtless and glistening with sweat, as he ran the newcomers through a drill, sparring with each and every one of them till they yielded. 

You tried to get your feet to move again, you truly did, but you couldn’t keep walking past, couldn’t look away, could barely even breathe as he moved like water through the trainees.

But then suddenly, as your fiddling fingers had found the long, braided leather cord wrapped nearly a dozen times around your wrist to form a bracelet, the playful comment that left Bucky’s lips to egg the recruits on fell short, as his ocean eyes flickered up to find you, only worsening the bittersweet agony you were in.

THREE YEARS AGO, ON THE SEVENTY-SECOND DAY OF AUTUMN 855 PR

“Oh, wow,” Bucky swiftly lowered his goblet from his lips and exclaimed as his stare found you, right as you passed over the threshold and entered the bustling ballroom, “holy shit.”

Closing the short distance between you as he was standing off to the side, your skin prickled at his alarm, “what?”

“No, just–, you’re in a dress,” his gaze danced across the emerald silk draped around your form, the fabric’s shade made you stand out amidst all of the warm harvest fest decorations, “never thought I’d see the day…”

“Well, they aren’t really that practical in our line of work, so–” 

“Oh, I beg to differ…” he smirked, taking a sip of wine which by the looks of it was in no way his first cup, “I think you should always be dressed like this…” slowly stepping closer, his stare continued to lick you up in a way it never had before, “especially with a neckline as low cut as that,” as his eyes brashly dipped to your cleavage, your hand couldn’t help but shoot up to tug it up a bit more, a nervous instinct that only conjured a deep chuckle within his chest, “happy harvest fest to me.”

With cheeks burning hotter than the sun, you coughed out, “you–, uh, you look good as well.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he cheekily cocked a brow and leaned in a bit closer, causing your spine to press up against the wall behind you, “how good?” 

As your heart fluttered and nearly flew out of your chest, you heard yourself sputter, “oh, well, I mean, you always look good, you just–, uh…” your words then poofed away into nothing as he nonchalantly tugged a stray piece of hair behind your ear and let his touch linger on your heated cheek, “uhm…” 

“I just what, snow?” he purred, and you swore you saw his gaze flicker down to your lips. 

“You–… you–…” 

But before your wildest dreams could come true, an individual accidentally bumped into Bucky and lodged him far enough away from you to snuff out your hopes of the taste of his lips. 

“Wow,” the guy briefly clapped Bucky’s wide shoulder, “sorry, mate.”

“It’s alright,” he smiled as the fella went on his way. Raising up his goblet for another sip, he then turned his attention back to you, “so,” his grin was still bright on his features, “you gonna let me dance with you tonight?” 

“Dance?” your eyes grew wide, “oh, y-yeah,” you tried your best, though still failed to sound casual, “sure, if you want to.”

“Great,” he held your gaze a moment longer before saying, “I’m gonna go grab another drink, you want anything?” 

“No thanks, I’m good,” though there was now a decent enough distance betwixt you two, you still stood virtually plastered against the wall. 

“Alright,” he breathed as he began to back up, offering your gown one last glance before he disappeared, “that dress…” his head gently shook from side to side as a long exhale flowed from his lungs, “gods, you look way too hot tonight, it’s not fair.”

When his visage was no longer in sight, you slumped down a bit and took a generous breather, the grin on your face nearly making your cheeks ache. 

After your pulse had settled back from the nervous butterfly he had transformed it into, a fellow warden spotted you and shouted. 

“Hey, Y/n!” he waved for you to come over and join the little cluster he was on the edge of, “you’re still here! I thought you’d left already with lord fancy pants or whatever.”

“Lord Witherington, and yeah, it’s first in the morning that the ship leaves port,” you walked up to him. 

“Well, at least you get to enjoy one last harvest fest extravaganza before becoming a babysitter.”

“Hey, he is doing important research up in Efira, in areas that haven’t been explored since Rimesunder’s demise,” you raised a slightly defensive hand as you noted the historical significance, “it’s an honour to protect him.”

“Yeah, yeah, honour and all that crap,” he sighed light-heartedly as he raised his mug up to his lips, “but you still have time to get seriously fucked up tonight.”

“So that I can be both seasick and hungover tomorrow?”

“So that you can for once cut loose and have one last fun night before you leave!” 

Marinating on his point a moment, your thoughts couldn’t help but float away to Bucky. 

What if tonight was the night? What if you just finally took the leap and told him how you felt? 

Then, like a clock arm clicking into the new hour, you made your decision. 

“Give me that,” you grabbed the drink out of his hands before he could take another sip. 

“Wow, that’s what I’m talking about,” the soldier cheered as you swiftly downed the strong brew, “yeah!”

“Gods,” your face screwed up when you swallowed the last gulp, “that’s disgusting. What is that?”

“My uncle’s mead.”

“Urgh,” the sickly sweet taste burned on your tongue. 

“Yeah, he’s not that good at it,” he accepted the mug as you passed it back in his grasp, “but it’ll sure get you pissed in two sips or less.”

Hoping that the half tankard you’d downed would grant you the courage you sought, you glanced around the ballroom, “I gotta–, uh, did you see where Buck went?” and when he then pointed out towards the main hallway, you offered him a small smile, “thanks,” before disappearing down that way. 

You felt like you were gonna be sick as you walked through the crowds. But if it was from the nerves or the mead that was already making you dizzy, that you weren’t sure of. 

As you searched the castle, carefully poking your head into drawing rooms and narrow hallways, you found yourself anxiously muttering just beneath your breath. 

“…I just thought you should know that I like you–, no, not like that…” you shook your head at your tongue-tied attempt at figuring out how you’d profess to him, “James, I have been in love with you since the day I met yo­u–, no, that’s stupid, I never call him James, that would just be weird–” 

Your murmuring then hushed as you turned down a secluded hallway and spotted the very warden that you had combed the palace for, down towards the end of it. 

The only thing was, he wasn’t alone.

Sliding deeper into the shadows, you couldn’t spare yourself the heartache and not look. 

Bucky’s lips were attached to the long neck of some leggy blonde. Her quiet whimpers echoed against the fortress walls as he felt her up and surely littered her skin with heated lavender marks. 

Suddenly, they shifted, turning till Bucky’s back was pressed up against the walls and, to your surprise, now no longer obscured by his bulky physique, another lady, a redhead, appeared beside the hickey-adored one. 

“So,” the redhead bit her lip as she slid her palm down to pet the palpable tent in his pants, “are you gonna show us to your chambers or what?”

“Yes,” he breathlessly nodded, “yes I am,” before seizing their hands, “right this way,” they then stumbled further down the dark hallway till they disappeared from your sight, leaving you frozen in the engulfing shadows with tears silently streaming down your face. 

PRESENT DAY

“Snow?” his eyes grew as wide as his grin, “gods, it is you!” Bucky then all but forgot about the training session he was in the middle of teaching and crossed the courtyard, “it’s really you!” once his brisk stride reached you, he plucked you up into his brawny arms and spun you around, “you’re back!” 

As soon as your feet touched the ground again, you took a large step back, though hated how the distance gave you a better view of his naked torso.

“Hi, Bucky,” you uttered, readjusting the bag strung over your back. 

Why did his touch still have to make your heart flutter? 

“Three years,” he placed a wide palm on your shoulder, “three fucking years!”

Three years where you’d sworn off love entirely, tried to interpret it as a good thing, a gift really. You could be more productive, more focused. But now that you were home again, hearing the molasses tone of his voice and seeing the beads of sweat slowly rolling down the landscape of his body, over the ink that crawled up his left arm, you knew three years wasn’t enough to mend your heart. The rest of your life probably wasn’t long enough either. 

“Yeah, you–, uh,” you swallowed the thickness of emotions that peeked through in your tone, “you grew a beard.” 

“And you still look exactly the same…” his gaze washed over you as a soft sigh flowed from his lungs, “gods, I’ve missed you,” he then tilted his head and asked, “you missed me?”

“I–,” blinking back into the stormy sea of his eyes, you felt your frame begin to tremble at the feelings that were still as alive as ever, “uhm…” averting your gaze, you had to get away before everything burst, “I need to go report to the king,”

“Oh, yeah, right,” his electric touch slid from your shoulder, “last I saw, he and the queen were in the blue drawing room. You haven't met her yet! She’s kind, you’ll like her.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you refused to look back at him as you turned towards the main entrance to the castle. 

And as you began to walk away, you heard his voice call after you, “really is good to have you back, snow!”

Nearly ripping the door off its hinges, a fleeting gasp escaped you as you saw the queen by the open window, shooting arrows after the beast that whirled outside. 

“Your majesty,” you exclaimed as your eyes briefly flickered to her pregnant belly, “there you are!” you then swiftly crossed the room to yank open the small servant’s door, “this way!” 

Reluctantly, the royal stepped back from the window, smoke and ash gushing into the castle from the opening, and followed you up the revealed stone spiral staircase. 

As you rushed up the tower, your glances didn’t just dart back to the queen, only a few paces behind you, but every time you passed one of the narrow windows, your vision couldn’t help but catch the chaos down below.

The stubborn dragon, that had plagued the town of Borün for two whole years now, had returned. 

With daggers still tight in your grasp, you tried not to think about the people you knew to be down there in the fray, wonder if they had all been burned to a crisp, but instead attempted to shake it off and focus on your mission at hand. The king had commanded you to flee the fight and protect his wife and unborn child. 

A glint of fire reflected in the queen’s eyes as you glanced back at her to find her pace halted and her palm clutched on her stomach as she stifled a groan. 

“My queen,” you dropped back down a step closer to her, “are you–”

“I’m fine,” she waved you off and drew in a shaky breath, “keep going, I’m right behind you.”

Soon at the top of the tower, you pushed the door open and held it for the noble to enter, your glance though darting out the window as she passed. 

But when a low groan seeped from her throat, your gaze darted back to her with worry, “alright, that really doesn’t sound that good,” the door slammed behind you as you sheathed your weapons and stepped closer to her, “did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m–, ah! I’m alright,” she uttered through gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed shut as one hand reached out for the wall while the other stayed on her belly, “fuck…” 

Glancing down towards her hand as it rubbed in slow, soothing circles, your eyes then widened, “are you–… your majesty, a-are you–”

“In labour?” her eyes barely opened as she met your tense gaze, “yeah. My waters broke a while ago.”

“Oh gods!” now you truly wished you’d just stayed down with the dragon, “now? Here? I–, I–, wha–, can’t you just turn it off?”

Letting both her quiver and bow slide off her frame and drop to the floor, she let out a strained exhale, “not really how it works.” 

“I–, I–, okay, I don’t know what to do–”

“That’s fine,” her arm then reached out for your support, “I do,” you carefully helped her further into the chamber before she sank down a wall till she was seated on the floor, her pale yellow gown bunching around her legs, “alright, I’m gonna need one of your knives when its time to cut the umbilical cord.”

“O-okay,” eyes still wide, you checked your belt just in case they’d mysteriously disappeared in your panic. 

Noticing the terrified expression on your face, the queen’s head tilted slightly as she said, “Y/l/n, please don’t pass out on me, I need you here with me.”

“No, no, I’m not gonna pass out,” you rushed to reply, though weren’t completely convinced yourself, “I just–, w-what do I do? Do I do anything?”

Raising up her fingers, she panted, “take my hand.”

“Alright, yes, of course,” you swiftly grabbed her palm. 

You had no idea how much time passed, if your hand would eventually fall off for how hard she was squeezing it, or even how many times the royal’s groans, which threatened to morph into screams, reverberated off the palace walls and mixed with the chaos rumbling from outside. 

Then suddenly, an echo shot through the castle, “dove!” and though she couldn’t find it in her to yell back, the familiar voice visibly thawed something within the queen. 

“Up here!” you yelled as loudly as you could. 

Swiftly, the door was kicked down, and in stormed a honey-haired man, whose bloodstained shield and stout axe promptly dropped to the floor with a loud clang. 

“Steve!” the queen cried out through the relieved smile that softened her pained expression, “you’re here!”

“Yeah,” he looked as if a feather could have knocked him over, “I’m here, I’m here,” the king then rushed to switch places with you, kneeling beside his wife and clutching her hand in both of his, “what fucking timing our daughter has,” a soft chuckle bubbled out of him as he bought the back of her palm up to his lips and planted a chased peck upon it, “not even born yet and she already wants to join the fray,” he uttered, conjuring a slight laugh to crack through her pain, “a real fighter, just like her mom.”

Gazing up at him, a sombreness suddenly washed over her features as she then murmured, “my love, if I don’t–”

“No,” he swiftly cut her off, “that’s not gonna happen, you hear me? History won’t repeat itself, you’ve done everything in your power to make that so. You can do this, dove. I know you can.” 

He held her hand through it all, took the sting as each one of her nails broke his skin and every ear-piercing curse she threw at him, till a new life was suddenly in the room, laying against the exposed skin on her mother’s chest and wailing about the sudden change in scenery.

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[crowsofdarkness]

Soldat: Chapter Ten[END]

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Female Agent! Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: Agent Y/N has worked alongside Steve Rogers at SHIELD for some time all while keeping a dark secret from everyone. Until one day that darkness faces her head on and she's forced to make a choice. Continue fighting along side Captain America? Or find her home once again with Soldat?

Authors Note: This is the ending for the first series in the trilogy! Next up is the sequel, Dorogaya, which will take place during Civil War!

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Soldat Masterlist

Silence.

An eerie, comfortable, silence filled the air as Soldat and I walked through the tall grass, crickets chirping as the night sky settled around us. We had been walking for quite awhile, opting out of borrowing a car to get to our location because we didn’t want to bring any eyes towards us. The location we were going was a tad far from where headquarters used to be, about a ten mile walk, but Soldat was fine with the walk. 

While the quiet was nice, it was also troubling because I had no clue what he was thinking. If he wanted to stay and if so, for how long. I promised that I would help him with his wounds and said that he could leave once he recovered. It was the last thing I said to him, almost an hour ago. 

My thoughts kept swirling with the thought of Steve. We made the promise of finally starting our relationship but I had chosen to walk away from him, realizing that Soldat needed me more than Steve did. The love and adoration I had for Soldat was that much stronger than my feelings for Steve. 

“How much farther?” 

Jumping slightly at the deepness of his voice, I looked over to Soldat while nodding to his right. 

“See the house in the distance?” 

He nodded before looking back at me. “Shield safehouse?” 

“Nope. It’s actually my parents' cabin. No one knows about it, they’ve kept it off the grid,” I informed him as the log cabin now stood only a few feet away from us. 

The grass had grown a few inches since the last time I was here and could see the cobwebs clouding the front door. The moonlight from above glided over the lake as Soldat and I walked towards the back of the cabin where I knew the spare key was hidden. 

We remained silent as I felt his eyes on my back while I unlocked the door. I allowed him to go in first but he hesitated. 

“It’s okay, Soldat. I’m not going to hurt you.” I assured him. 

It took a few more moments before he finally decided to head inside, me shutting and triple locking the door behind us. 

“Sorry for all the dust, it’s been awhile since anyone has been here.” I admitted after turning on the lights. 

It wasn’t a big cabin by any means; less than 1000 square feet. The kitchen was to the left which shared the same room as the living room and the queen sized bed that was in the corner of the house. The only bathroom was down the small hallway across a small closet that held towels and junk. 

My eyes watched as Soldat stood in the middle of the room, body rigid with uncomfortableness. Licking my lips, I nodded towards his bad shoulder. 

“Want me to take a look at that?” I asked. “It may be dislocated.” 

Without saying one word, he put his shoulder back in place with a loud ‘pop’. He raised his arm a few times before sitting down at the edge of the bed. I could see it in his posture that he was still uncomfortable. I was unsure if it was from being in an unfamiliar place with me, someone he had yet to remember, or if it was from not knowing what he was going to do with his life. All he had known was Hydra. 

“I know you don’t remember me and being here might be scary for you but I’m not going to hurt you.” I reassured him. 

He kept his eyes trained to the ground in front of him. “It’s not that.” 

“Then why do you look like I’m keeping you hostage here?” I asked while shrugging my shoulders. “You can leave if you want. I’m helping you not because of our past but because I thought you could use a place to lay low for a while.” 

“There’s only one bed.” He pointed out. 

“Oh,” I muttered. “You can take the bed. I’ve slept on the couch many times so my body’s used to it.” 

I could tell he wanted to protest but knew that the thought of sleeping in an actual bed was something he had wanted for a long time. I could see it in the small way his mouth turned up in a smile. 

“The bathroom is down the hall, towels are in the closet across from it. Feel free to take as long as you want.” I threw a thumb over my shoulder. “I’m going to do a quick sweep of the area to make sure no one followed us.” 

“I should do it,” he stood from the bed. 

I held up my hand to stop him. “Soldat, it’s alright. You can relax, you don’t have to be a soldier anymore.” 

His face twitched when I called him Soldat and I knew that calling him was starting to bother him. It was the only name I had known for him and didn’t know how comfortable he felt being called by his true name. The tension in the air became uncomfortable again so I sighed before turning around to make my way outside. 

“I’ll be back.” 

After a quick ten minute sweep and deciding that we would be safe for tonight, I made my way back inside but felt my feet being glued right in the entryway. Soldat stood in the middle of the room, towel clung to his hip and water dripping down his exposed chest from his soaked hair. Biting my lip, I resisted the urge to think back to the memories of us and cleared my throat. 

“Everything alright?” 

He turned towards me, no hint of embarrassment on his face, and let out a small sigh. “I don’t have any extra clothes.” 

A small smile spread to my lips. Without saying a word, I walked towards the hall closet and pulled out some clothes that my brother had left here. 

I went to hand them to him but noticed when I had gotten too close, his shoulders went rigid and body tensed. Realizing he was still uncomfortable, I gently placed the clothes on the bed. 

“I’m going to get cleaned up, help yourself to any food or drinks.” I went to turn on my heels but stopped, looking back at him. “You may not remember me but you said it yourself, you remember the feelings we had for each other. I’m not going to hurt you or let whatever is left of Shield capture you. With me, you are safe.” 

The tense features in his face softened and he slowly nodded. “Thank you.” 

After I had taken a very long and needed hot shower, I had come out of the bathroom and saw Soldat lying comfortably on the couch and when I went to protest, saying he deserved the bed more than me, he shot me down with a quick ‘I’m used to sleeping on hard surfaces.’

We both laid in the silent darkness, him on the couch and I on the bed, and I tried to bite my tongue at the thought that was plaguing my mind. He had a long and exhausting day, he needed his rest so I wasn’t going to bother asking him. 

Soldat continued to lay there after I had drifted off to sleep, wanting to make sure my heartbeat had slowed letting him know that I was in deep sleep before he allowed himself to close his eyes. This being the first night of sleep he had in a very long time.  

“Can we do something today?” 

Looking up from my book, I looked over to Soldat who was sitting at the kitchen table picking away at his breakfast. It had been a couple of days of us being held up in the cabin. We hadn’t spoken much or done anything more than sitting around reading or sitting outside enjoying the view of the lake. 

I was using a spare phone that we kept at the cabin to keep tabs online if there was any word if anyone was looking for us and came up empty. I had to ignore the want to contact members of my team, Steve especially, because I had found out that he was in the hospital recovering from the fight with Soldat.

“Yeah, of course. What did you have in mind?” I agreed while shutting my book and placed it on the bed next to me. 

“I read that there’s an exhibit at the Smithsonian about Captain America.” He spoke so quietly that I had to strain my ears to hear. 

“There is,” I nodded. “ They also have a section about his best friend, Bucky Barnes.” I said that name with such softness, not wanting to trigger him. 

He nodded. “Would you come with me?” 

My face broke out in a small smile, heart warming my body at the realization that he wanted me there with him. He wanted to find out more from his past, hoping that it would trigger some type of memories. 

“Of course.” 

“Are you ready?” I questioned while pulling the brim of my hat closer to my eyes. 

Soldat stayed silent, only nodding, and with the permission to move forward we both walked into the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian. We had decided to try to hide our identity as much as possible which is why we were both wearing baseball caps. 

I stayed back, only a few spaces, allowing him as much time as he needed at every part of the exhibit. He read the information about Steve pre and post serum for a few seconds before he came to a halt in front of the Howling Commandos section. 

Of course Steve’s suit was still missing but that’s not what caught Soldat’s eyes; it was the blue jacket on the mannequin that was next to the Captain America one. 

“Is this helping at all?” I wondered while nodding towards the jacket. 

He remained silent while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. After a quick shake of his head, he sighed. I could tell that he was starting to feel defeated so ever so slowly, I reached for his gloved metal hand and gently tugged on it. 

“This way.” 

Not wanting to push the boundaries with him, I dropped his hand and led him towards the one section of the exhibit that we came to see. Standing tall in front of us was a whole wall dedicated to James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s best friend. My eyes were stuck on his face while he read every single word over and over again. The voice in the background gave us more dialogue to the story. 

“Best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield, Barnes is the only howling commando to give his life in service of his country.” 

We stood in silence for a few more moments, wanting to give him as much time as he needed, but when he turned to look at me I noticed the broken stare coming from his eyes. 

“You okay?” I gently squeezed his flesh hand. “I know it’s a lot to take in.” 

His mouth was open a tad and he had to blink a few times before he could answer. “I think-I think I need to get away from here; far away.”

Trying to ignore the way my heart shattered and fell into the pit of my stomach, I let out a shaky breath. I knew that he wasn’t going to stay with me and that he needed to find himself but it still hurt to know that he actually was thinking of leaving. 

“Okay. I can pull some strings to get you where you want to go,” my voice cracked. 

Finally our eyes locked, him trying to avoid them, and he let out a large breath. “Would you come with me? I know I can’t remember much about you but the love we had for each other, I can still feel that. If it was strong enough to stay with me after all these years, it has to be worth fighting for.” 

Giving him a smile, I nodded while some tears came to the surface. “I won’t push you in anyway. We’ll take it slow and at your pace. I’ll be here to help in any way. But there’s something I have to do first.”

Pulling the hood over my eyes, I averted the gazes of multiple members of the staff and visitors as I made my way down the long hallways looking for the one specific room. I came to a halt in front of it and peaked through the open blinds in the window to make sure that he was alone; he was. Shaking the nerves from my hands, I quietly entered the room hoping I wouldn’t wake him. 

He was, however, already awake so when he heard me enter the room, his full attention was on me. 

“Y/N?” His voice croaked out, clearly still recovering these last few days.

“Hi Steve.” I gave him a smile while letting down my hood. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Where the hell have you been? Nat and Sam have been looking everywhere for you.” He sat up in bed, giving me room to sit. 

After sitting on the side of the bed, I sighed. “I’m okay. I’ve been in hiding.” 

Steve squinted his eyes. “Why? No one is after you.” 

I sucked in my bottom lip. “Not me.”

It took him a few seconds to figure out who I was talking about, Steve let out a quiet scoff. His shoulders slumped only slightly, the signs of jealousy clear in the way his jaw tightened. “He’s with you?”

“He needed my help, Steve. I couldn’t leave him.” I defended myself. 

“Where’s he now?” 

I shifted in my spot on the bed, not wanting to let anyone know where we were hiding; even Steve.

“What about us?”

My heart dropped at his question and how broken he sounded. Steve was willing to give up a lot for us to be together, I knew he would, but as much as I found myself falling for Steve I couldn’t give up the only thing holding us back. Maybe if this happened before everything, before Soldat came back into my life, I would be over the moon to be with Steve. Though this was my decision now. I was leaving with Soldat. 

“I’m sorry. You have to believe that I wanted this for a very long time,” I admitted while pointing between us, “But he needs me, Steve. He wants to find himself again, away from all of this and I have to be the one to help him.” 

Steve scoffed. “How are you so sure that he won’t go back to The Winter Soldier?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t. But I’m not going to let that stop me from leaving with him.” 

“What if he tries to kill you? Again?” 

My eyes snapped up from the ground, settling on his. “Wha-what are you talking about?” 

“Don’t try to deny it. Everyone’s secrets at Shield and Hydra are out there, on the internet. Including yours.” 

I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing, something that would happen when I was nervous of people finding out more about my past. Steve knew this so he gently placed a hand on it, stopping it immediately. 

“I, uh, found him a year after I escaped Hydra; the first time. I was following a lead on a case I was working on; someone was murdered. The ballistics came back with no rifling and were untraceable.”

“Soviet made?” Steve questioned. 

I nodded. “I knew it was him and I knew he was still in town. So I went looking for him but came up empty. I was in my motel room when he had broken in through the window. Word got out that I was looking for The Winter Soldier so he came to find me. I didn’t know that they wiped his memory so here I thought it was going to be a romantic reunion.”

“He ended up pinning me against the wall with his metal arm, knocking the wind right out of me. I tried to fight him off but he was too strong for me. He didn’t remember me and that thought clouded my judgment. My love for him nearly got me killed.” 

Steve ran his hand up and down my thigh. “How come he didn’t?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I remember him looking into my eyes before everything went black and something inside of him changed. He dropped me to the floor and left. That was the last time I saw him.” 

Hastily whipping away the tears, I let out a shaky breath and looked at Steve. “You may not understand why I have to go with him but please believe me when I say I love you, Steve.” 

He gave me a quick smile before cupping my cheek. “Just not as much as him.” 

“I’m sorry,” I cried while cupping his cheek as well. 

He accepted my apology with a soft kiss to my lips. It was those types of kisses where you knew this was the end and you wanted to savor the way it felt and the way it tasted. 

“Please don’t come looking for us,” I muttered against his lips. 

“No promises,” he muttered back. 

Zipping up the last suitcase, I placed it with the rest of them by the front door and mentally made a checklist making sure we had everything. After saying goodbye to Steve, I ran a few more errands to pick up some things that we would need for our new lives. 

“Have you thought of where you wanted to go?” I asked Soldat, who was sitting on the front porch. 

He looked over his shoulder before nodding. “I don’t remember much of it but I remember having to complete a mission in Bucharest and something about it spoke to me.” 

“Romania?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“That alright?” He was suddenly worried that I would back out of this, not wanting to travel that far. 

“Of course.” 

Sitting next to him on the front step, I tried to muster up the courage to bring up the talk I was slightly dreading to have because I was worried about how he would react. 

“So,” I started, “I’ve only known you as Soldat but I feel with what happened that I shouldn't call you that anymore but I don’t want to start calling you Bucky if you’re not comfortable with it yet.” 

He ran his hands over his jeans before taking his hat off, letting his hair cascade around his face. I had to clasp my hands together to stop them from running through his locks. 

“Bucky is fine. It may help bring back some memories.” 

“Bucky it is.” 

We sat in a comfortable silence, letting the time pass before having to leave. I had an old friend that I worked with during my days as an FBI agent that owned a jet. He was willing to fly us anywhere we wanted, no questions asked. A favor he owed me for saving his life. 

“Dorogaya.” 

My eyes snapped over to Bucky as he muttered that same word over and over again. The same word that I had longed to hear all these years. The one that he breathed against my neck during the one and only night we made love. 

“What did you say?” I choked out a sob. 

Bucky blinked a few times before our gazes locked. “I used to call you that.” 

“You did,” an eye crinkling smile broke out on my face. 

His flesh hand reached for mine and linked our fingers together while the sweet nickname fell from his lips once more. I wasn’t sure what the future would hold for us two; if what we had in the past would resurface and make this all worth it. But I did know that no matter how hard it would be or how challenging some days might be for not only me but him as well, I would not leave Bucky’s side. 

[bbr0wni3]

Melting like gold.

(One shot)

♡ -> Legolas x reader

-> Content & warnings: female reader, fluff, love confession, Thranduil and Tauriel's scene reference, narrated in 2nd person.

Summary: After a harsh "supposedly" private conversation with Thranduil, you seem to not handle the strong emotions well, letting you burst on tears and run deep into the forest..

-> word count: 1.8k

-> (a/n): hii, this is the first time Im going to upload one of my silly fanfics on tumblr ^^ I recently finished the lord of the rings and the hobbit trilogy so what's better than a one shot of the pretty elf ;)

Sorry in advance if there are some misspelled words/grammar/phrases,etc. English is not my first language!!

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The sound of your heels hitting the floor echoes along the halls of Mirkwood, your hair swings and the sun hits your face as soon as you head through the garden to get to the other side of the palace, and to Thranduil's chamber.

You were informed that he wanted to speak with you privately.

You stand outside the door for a moment, taking a deep breath and knocking three times on the long and white glass door.

"Come on in" is heard from inside the room.

Stepping inside, you see Thranduil standing from a distance with his arms behind his back, walking slowly in circles around the room. Your eyes meet his, and you keep your lips separated for a moment before you speak out loud.

"My lord, I must apologize, the spider nest failed to be destroyed, we were able to clear the forest as ordered, but more spiders kept coming up from the south, they are spawning near the ruins of Dol Guldur, we were soon outnumbered, but it was my task to accomplish and i-"

As you mouth non-stop your concern to the king, he eases your chatter.

"That is not the term I wanted to discuss." He stops his walking and turns his body to face you. There's a pause as he makes direct eye contact and starts walking towards the giant window where he has the most stunning view of not only Mirkwood but beyond the lake and the shape of mountains. You now follow his steps so you're both focused on the view, the silence breaks.

"Legolas said you fought well today" Thranduil began to speak. Your gaze falls to the ground as you try to hide the slight smirk that appears on your face. Locking in your expressions, you face the window again.

"He's grown very fond of you." He continues to speak. Your eyes are wide open now, trying to glance at Thranduil's face, as also avoiding eye contact, to maybe catch a glimpse of how he feels about these sudden words he's sharing with you.

"I assure you, my lord, Legolas thinks of me as no more than a captain in the guard." You speak while you are once again looking out the window. Your heart breaking in your own hands, set on fire, and shattered like glass.

As much as you wish to believe that what you're saying was a lie, you're only being truthful when you wish you wasn't.

"Perhaps he did once, now I'm not so sure" Thranduil responded while taking a place behind you, his words echoing in your mind, you can't believe that that's the way he thinks about Legolas and you.

"I-i do not think you would allow your son to pledge himself to a lowly silvan elf like me." You close your eyes, every word that you pronounce feeling like you're being stabbed with a sword. Your own sword of dilusion, as you dream of hearing Thranduil deny your response, but he does not.

"You're right, I would not. Still, he cares about you. You do not give him hope where there is not." His harsh demeanor and cold tone completely finishes to sink your heart beyond measure. As you slowly open your eyes again, you can almost feel how they burn as you fight back tears.

"Of course, my lord." Is all you get to say, straightening up and swallowing your pain.

"Let it pass, let it pass, don't cry now " you repeat over and over inside your head.

"Alright, you can go now" His words now a key that unlocks you from this cage, you bite your lip and just nod, walking towards the door where you came from.

As soon as you step outside, a single tear goes down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it off as you only want to get out of there, you escape so fast you don't even realize Legolas was hiding beside the door this whole time, hearing all and watching how your tears began to stream down your face.

His eyes open, and his lips separate, almost mouthing something, but he does not, he only watches you leave.

"How can i stand here and do nothing?!" He thinks to himself, questioning his behavior and angry at himself but mostly angry with his father for making you cry, for making you think there wasn't any other path but to never try and fall out of love.."love" he though for a moment, that's what he feels for you.

He grabs his bow and places it behind his back. He runs across the palace and heads to the gates.

"Open the gates!" Legolas yells at the elven guards that secure the entrance.

"As you order my prince." one of the two guards said, as they see their prince so desperate to go out for some reason.

The gates open, and he heads to the bridge and into the forest. He knows his father is watching from above the tower, through his window, and for sure judging his own son. But Legolas doesn't care enough, not even a command from the king would stop him from going out and looking for you, even if he had to cross mountains or fight a thousand orcs to get to you, believe me, he would.

However, that won't happen now because he knows exactly where you are.

He knows exactly the place your heart seeks the most when your day doesn't go as you expect, because you know you'll always find him there, only a place the two of you know and always kept a secret, it's your place.

"Across the lake and behind the trees, promise me you'll look for me, and this would be our secret place. " Your voice in Legolas' memories came back to him as he kept pacing through the forest, a sweet promise under the stars. That night, he knew what love was meant to feel like, that night and many others, where he kept this promise of being there for each other.

And you were there, as Legolas predicted. Your back laying on a big mossy rock, your hair shining through the last remaining light of the sunset, your eyes closed as you felt the breeze of the approaching night coming in, the one that blew dry the tears that were still falling from your beautiful eyes.

Legolas tried to be as quiet as possible as he wants to give you this moment of silence before he speaks, he fails to do so when he steps on a branch that even made the birds from the trees fly away.

Alerted you grab your bow, turning your whole body to face the unknown danger, pointing towards the sound, ready to shoot. Only for Legolas to meet with your face full of tears while you meet his sapphire eyes, the ones that you die for, the ones that are now painted with worriedness.

You lower your bow and stand up in front of him. You want to run to his arms and melt like gold in his embrace, but the words of Thranduil resonate in your head "you do not give him hope where there is not."

The blonde elven man starts to step closer to you, your heart beating so fast that you wouldn't be surprised if it got out from your chest, you're sure that if he extends his arm he can feel it pounding, and that's how closer he stood from you.

Another tear falls from your eyes, you turn your face to the right to try and hide it, but he already saw it, and soon I know I would miss the blue if his eyes.

"I heard your conversation with my father." He confesses. You close your eyes to let a second tear fall, and choose to look at him again.

"Then you should not be here." The words scrape your throat. The resistance that lies upon them is a chain forged by Thranduil for you to grab on while leaving marks on your hands by doing so. You search his face focusing on his eyes, trying to see if you can find a way for him to notice that your words are only a mirror of Thranduil demands, and not what you actually want to say.

"But I choose to be here, with you" He steps even closer, you take a small step back even if you don't want to, but he does want to feel you close so he grabs your wrist with his right hand and pulls you closer, and for a few inches you notice that he is now even closer than before.

"Please legolas, you're making it harder for me to-" your words almost coming out as a whisper, a sigh.

"To what? To finally correspond my feelings?. I choose to be here for a reason." He insisted. His thumb took a place on your cheek, caressing the wetness from your old tears and preventing a third one from falling. You close your eyes at his touch, warm and soft.

Your body surrenders and calls for this warmness, you place your hand on top of his, you cannot play as if you didn't want to he like this forever, you crave his touch more than anything else, and by the way your face leans towards his hand he knows you do.

"You've heard what your father said. He would never allow us to be together, not like this." You open your eyes, his eyes pierced on your face, he looks bewitched, enchanted by your beauty, by having you so close, a way he had dreamed of many times.

In that moment you realize he kept his promise, he came looking for you and now is holding you with such love and desire.

"I don't care what my father allows or wants, not even a little bit, for as I already know what i want, what my heart wants. I would never, not even in a thousand elven years not choose to love you, and i cannot think of a lifetime without you, so please...please"

There's a small pause as he tries to catch his breath from speaking so quickly, you decide to take it away from him one last time as you lean to kiss him, finally breaking the chain that kept you longing for this reciprocated love.

You let your whole body be held by him, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck. His long hair twirled around your fingers and also tickling your cheeks, which are now fully dried, because he took the time that nobody else would've taken to stop this storm that clouded your thoughts and drowned your eyes.

He came as the sun and gifted you a rainbow.

You both separate your lips and let yourself breathe against each other, your foreheads touching and the tip of your noses brushing on one another. You both let a breathy laugh as you share a strong hug.

It seems like the same stars that crowded the sky that one promising and memorial night are above you both again, shining again under another lovely promise.

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Thank you for reading! <3

[velting]

How Cruel~

╰┈➤. Synopsis: How Cruel, in a facility with only men, it is naturally okay to feel loney. You didn’t know how far you can take being in blue lock any longer. Reiji helps you relieve some stress in a cruel way.

╰┈➤. Warnings: both are adults [18], Porn with Plot, P in V, Afab!Reader, Shower Sex, Creampie, Ect.

╰┈➤.[Featuring]: Reiji Hiiragi x Fem!Reader

Before you dive into this story, please remember to separate fiction from reality! The events and characters you’re about to encounter are purely imaginative and should not be interpreted as real-life scenarios. Please be advised that this is solely on fiction and would not want younger target audiences to experience fics like these, I can't stop you knowing my warnings wouldn be in vein, but I've given out my warnings! Please make sure and enjoy this!!!

Cruel

It’s always been cruel here for a girl in an all male program, She always had the trilogy of not fitting in an unfamiliar place where she was forced to this god awful sport called football.

Cruel

Cruel enough to put her in a room where she’s surrounded with men 24/7, the least nice thing they would’ve done was at least put her in a storage room where she can rest easily. But sadly beggars can’t be choosers. In such dire circumstances, she found solace in the small moments of peace that occasionally graced her weary soul amidst the chaos that enveloped her.

“Brush, check! Essential oils? Check! Shower products? Check! Body cream? Check! Extra panties? Check! Alright I’m set!?” Giddily she took her woven wicker basket in her hands, the cool texture of the handle providing a comforting contrast to the warmth of the evening. She savored the weight of the basket, knowing that within it awaited her little luxuries that would transform her mundane routine into a brief moment of indulgence. The anticipation of the upcoming bath had been a beacon of hope throughout the long, arduous hours she had endured, waiting for the male occupants to vacate the shared space.

As she entered her cramped dorm room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and stale cologne, she set the basket down with a sense of purpose. With meticulous care, she straightened the jumble of belongings scattered across the room, creating a semblance of order amidst the chaos. The soft click of the door closing behind the departing men signaled the beginning of her coveted respite.

Discarding her headband with a gentle sigh of relief, she carefully removed the colorful hair ties that had kept her unruly locks in check throughout the day, allowing them to fall freely around her shoulders. Each small action was a step towards reclaiming her own space and time, a moment of personal sovereignty in a world that often demanded more than it gave.

Stepping into the warm glow of the bathroom, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the tiled walls, she felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. The soft rustle of her clothing echoed in the empty space as she prepared for her long-awaited bath, the steam already beginning to fog the mirror in anticipation of her presence.

With a deep breath, she picked up her basket once more, the weight now a comforting reassurance of the indulgence that awaited her. As she left the confines of her room and ventured down the dimly lit hallway, the hush of the night enveloped her like a familiar embrace. Each step brought her closer to the promise of solitude and relaxation, a temporary reprieve from the demands of her daily existence.

Lost in her thoughts, she let the rhythmic sound of her slippers against the cool tiles guide her towards the showers, the soft light above casting a gentle glow on her path. The quiet of the night amplified the simple pleasures of this solitary journey, heightening her senses to the subtle nuances of her surroundings.

As she approached the entrance to the showers, the gentle sound of running water and the steam wafting towards her signaled the beginning of her sanctuary. With a grateful smile, she pushed open the door and stepped into the welcoming warmth, the worries of the day melting away in the tranquil embrace of the water. “I wonder if Kurona-Kun is still awake? I would’ve loved to see him again. I miss my shark friend” She sighs in frustration. Always thinking about her sharp tooth friend all the time.

Lost in a whirlwind of contemplation, she was completely unaware of her surroundings, her mind preoccupied with thoughts that consumed her every sense. In her distracted state, she inadvertently collided with someone, the force causing her basket to jostle violently, sending its contents scattering across the ground in a chaotic display. 

"Kyah! Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and contrition evident in her voice as she realized what had transpired. The person she had bumped into emitted a grunt of discomfort, the impact having taken him by surprise. He gingerly rubbed his shoulder, the unexpected collision leaving a lingering ache as his gaze shifted downward to meet the gaze of the woman who stood apologetically before him.

“Ah, it’s you—the girl I heard so much about. How amusing!” A playful smirk curled at the corners of his lips as he knelt down gracefully, his fingers deftly gathering the scattered items that lay strewn across the floor. With careful attention, he began to place each fallen product back into the basket she had dropped. “Oh, please, don’t worry about it, darling. I’m certain it was just a simple accident. Allow me to assist you with this little mishap.”

His voice was smooth and inviting, laced with a hint of charm that made her heart race. As he spoke, he flashed a warm smile, his demeanor completely disarming. [Name] timidly lifted her gaze, her eyes locking onto the striking lavender hue of his—an ethereal color that seemed to shimmer with a life of its own, captivating her entirely.

“Oh—oh! I’m still so sorry! Uh!” Flustered, she hurriedly resumed collecting her belongings, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the items. But as she glanced at the basket, her heart dropped. One crucial item was missing. ‘WHERE ARE MY PANTIES?!’ Panic surged through her veins, and she began to scan the area frantically, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

Just as her anxiety peaked, a low, amused voice broke through her frantic search. “Ahem, are you looking for these, perhaps?” Reiji held out a pair of purple panties, the fabric glimmering slightly under the fluorescent lights. The sight of her lost article of clothing sent her spiraling into embarrassment.

“EEEEE!!!” The sound erupted from her lips, a high-pitched screech that echoed through the hallway, drawing the attention of nearby dorm rooms. In a flurry of motion, she lunged forward and snatched the panties from his hand, her face a brilliant shade of red. “I’M SO SORRY!” she blurted out, her voice trembling as she clutched the offending item tightly against her chest. 

The atmosphere around them shifted, thick with an awkward tension that made her want to disappear. She could feel the weight of his gaze, not just on her, but on the ridiculousness of the situation. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this hilariously mortifying moment. As she stood there, heart racing and breathless, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and inexplicable allure toward this charming stranger who had turned her blunder into an unforgettable encounter.

“Oh? Hah! Please, there’s no need to worry, darling. Simple slip-ups happen now and then, so there’s truly no cause for concern,” he reassured her, his voice smooth and melodic, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. His calm demeanor in the face of her embarrassment was striking, and [Name] couldn’t help but feel her cheeks heat up under the intensity of his gaze. 

As she watched him, she was struck by his poise; he seemed completely unfazed by her blunder. It made her feel both flustered and oddly comforted. “You’re heading to the showers, right? Please, let me accompany you. It’s the least I can do as a last-minute favor,” he offered, gesturing down the dimly lit hallway that stretched before them, the soft glow of overhead lights casting a gentle ambiance. 

[Name] felt a flutter of uncertainty in her stomach and paused, her heart racing as she considered his offer. “W-wait! A-are you sure? I don’t want to waste your time on me!” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush; her anxiety was palpable, and she cursed herself for sounding so flustered. “Oh! Almost forgot! My name is [Surname] [Name]. Thank you again for h-helping!”

She stumbled over her words, each syllable punctuated by a nervous laugh, wishing she could will away the deep blush that stained her cheeks. Meanwhile, Reiji simply smiled, a sweet and genuine expression that seemed to light up his entire face. 

“My dear, oh how cruel, you’re not wasting anyone’s time! I assure you, I have all the time in the world,” he replied, his voice smooth like silk, laced with an undeniable charm that made her heart skip a beat. “And what kind of man would leave such a delicate beauty all by herself?” The way he spoke made her feel special, as if she were the only person in the world at that moment. 

“Oh, um…” she fumbled, caught off guard by his compliment. She could hardly form a coherent thought as he continued, “But I do appreciate your concern for that matter. Hiiragi Reiji is the name. I must say, your name is quite pleasing to hear. It has a lovely ring to it, much like the wonderful person it belongs to.” 

The air around them seemed to thicken with an electric tension, the atmosphere shifting into something more intimate. The subtle scent of his cologne filled her senses, and she felt drawn to him in a way she couldn’t quite explain. The hallway felt both expansive and confining, the soft echo of their voices creating a cocoon that shielded them from the outside world. 

[Name]’s pulse quickened, each heartbeat resonating in her ears as she processed his words. “Thank you, Reiji,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. “I really appreciate your kindness.” She felt a mix of gratitude and shyness swirling within her, and the moment lingered, heavy with possibility.

[Name] felt as though she might faint from the sheer intensity of Reiji's charm. His sweet words flowed effortlessly, wrapping around her like a soft blanket, making her heart race wildly. His demeanor was so warm and inviting, and those alluring lavender eyes seemed to hold a world of mysteries. If she were even a little bit prettier, she mused, perhaps she would have gathered the courage to flirt and ask if he was single. 

“I—um… T-thanks! I really appreciate it!” she finally managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper. As they walked side by side, Reiji offered to lead her to the showers, his confident strides making it easy for her to fall in step beside him. The hallway was quiet, the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead punctuating their conversation as they exchanged small talk. They spoke of mundane things—what they liked about the place, how the weather had been, and the occasional laughter that echoed softly between them, each chuckle adding to the growing tension that hung in the air.

Finally, they arrived at their destination—a modestly sized shower area with frosted glass doors and tiled walls that glistened under the bright lights. [Name] turned to him, a smile tugging at her lips as she felt a mix of relief and hesitation. “Well! I guess this is where we part ways!” she said cheerfully, though her heart felt heavy at the thought of saying goodbye.

But Reiji quirked his head at her, a playful smile still plastered on his face. “Part ways? I was actually planning to shower as well,” he replied, his tone teasing but sincere, as if the idea of separating was the last thing he wanted.

[Name]’s cheeks flared with heat at his words, and she felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her. “W-wait? But that’s improper!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. “I-I can just wait for you to finish if you want!” The thought of sharing the space with him, even if it was just for a moment, sent her heart into a frenzy.

The air around them grew thick with awkward tension, and she could feel the temperature rising, not just from the warmth of the steam that seeped from the shower area. She fidgeted with her hands, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected situation. The atmosphere became charged, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts—could she really share this intimate space with him? What if she made a fool of herself again?

Reiji chuckled softly, a low sound that resonated in her chest, easing some of her anxiety. “[Name], I promise you, there’s nothing improper about it. We’re both adults here. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he reassured her, his voice soothing and calm, as if he could sense her inner turmoil.

She hesitated, biting her lip as she considered his words. The allure of his presence was undeniable, and part of her was curious about what it would be like to share this moment with him. But the other part of her was still gripped by shyness, conflicted between her desire to stay and the fear of crossing an invisible line. The decision weighed heavily on her, and she could only hope that whatever choice she made wouldn’t lead to further embarrassment.

“My dear, there’s truly no need for that! You came all this way, and it wouldn’t be right to make a lady wait,” Reiji said, his voice smooth and inviting as he reached out, gently but firmly grabbing her wrist. Despite her protests, he pulled her into the locker room, a playful glint in his eyes that suggested he was enjoying her flustered state far too much. 

As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted; the air was warmer, infused with the scent of soap and shampoo. Reiji wasted no time and began to strip off his sweatshirt, exposing his sculpted torso—the pale, toned muscles rippling beneath his skin. [Name] felt her cheeks ignite with heat, as if she were a volcano about to erupt. She could hardly believe her eyes; the sight was both breathtaking and overwhelming, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.

When Reiji turned around, he caught sight of [Name] staring at him, her gaze wide and flustered, her face flushed with embarrassment. A playful smile spread across his lips as he noticed her reaction. He placed the basket he had been holding right near her face, teasingly close. “Aww, please don’t fret, [Name],” he reassured her, his tone warm and gentle. “I wouldn’t do anything to you while we’re here.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, hinting at the playful surprise he had in store for her once they reached the showers.

With a sly grin barely hidden beneath the surface, he continued to remove each piece of clothing from his body at a leisurely pace, the air thick with anticipation and tension. Finally, he stood before her clad only in a towel wrapped snugly around his waist, a confident posture that commanded attention. He glanced back, catching a glimpse of [Name] standing awkwardly in the corner, her eyes darting away in an attempt to avoid staring at the exposed male form before her. 

“If you’re ready to come out, then please don’t fret,” he said, his voice soothing. “I just want to help you as best as possible. Just relax and be comfortable—that’s all I’m asking.” With that, he opened the door to the shower and stepped inside, leaving the flustered girl behind in a haze of confusion and excitement.

[Name], meanwhile, was left to catch her breath, her heart racing from the whirlwind of sensations. She felt lightheaded, the heat from the moment still coursing through her veins. Remembering his words—“just relax”—she found herself caught in a whirlwind of doubt. How could she relax with such pent-up stress and embarrassment? Gripping her basket tightly, she hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself and began to strip off her outfit. 

She unclipped her bra, feeling a rush of vulnerability wash over her as she removed her last article of clothing. Wrapping herself in a towel, she took a deep breath, the soft fabric providing a semblance of comfort against her racing heart. ‘Am I really listening to his words?’ she thought, her mind swirling with uncertainty.

With a final inhale, she opened the doors to the showers, stepping inside to find herself enveloped in steam. The warm mist curled around her, softening the edges of reality and creating a dreamy atmosphere. The glossy tiles beneath her feet glistened with moisture, and the sound of running water filled her ears, a constant, soothing rhythm that beckoned her closer.

In the distance, she could see Reiji bathing himself in the cascading water, the droplets glistening on his skin like jewels. His back was turned to her, but the sight was mesmerizing; he moved with a relaxed grace that suggested he was completely at ease. When he finally turned his head and caught sight of her, a broad smile broke across his face. He waved his hand invitingly, motioning for her to enter the shower area. 

“Come on in, [Name]! The water’s perfect!” he called out, his voice warm and inviting, making it hard for her to resist the urge to join him. The tension in the air was palpable, and she could feel her heart pounding as she took a tentative step forward, momentarily losing herself in the captivating world they had created.

“So nice…” [Name] whispered to herself, a soft smile gracing her lips as she savored the warm mist enveloping her in a comforting embrace. However, her moment of tranquility was short-lived, as she suddenly became acutely aware of Reiji standing directly in front of her. The sight of him made her blush fiercely, and she quickly crossed her arms to cover her chest, instinctively trying to shield herself from being exposed. But to her surprise, Reiji merely smiled, a playful glint in his lavender eyes that made her heart race even faster.

In that charged atmosphere, Reiji held up a sponge dripping with thick, frothy soap foam, the bubbles glistening under the steamy light. He turned his back to her, sweeping his hair to the front so it wouldn’t get in the way. “Would you mind helping me clean my back?” he asked, his voice polite and inviting, tinged with an undeniable charm.

[Name] felt a wave of confusion wash over her, her mind racing as she processed his request. The blush on her cheeks deepened, turning her face a vivid shade of crimson as she slowly nodded, barely able to manage a coherent response. “Y-yeah, sure,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. 

As she took hold of the sponge, she approached him with cautious steps, her heart pounding in her chest. The moment she began to scrub his slick back, the warmth of his skin against the cool sponge sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t help but blush even more. The sensation was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, and she found herself lost in the rhythm of her movements, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.

“I-I’m done…” she finally managed to voice, her words tinged with a mix of relief and embarrassment. Reiji turned around, a pleased smile plastered across his face, radiating warmth that seemed to fill the air around them. He reached out and gently took the sponge from her hands, their fingers brushing against each other in a fleeting moment that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

[Name], feeling a rush of shyness, slowly backed away to create some space between them, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure. The steam swirled around them, thickening the atmosphere with an intoxicating blend of warmth and tension.

“[Name],” Reiji said, his tone soft yet direct, “would you like me to help you out? You seem a bit pent up.” His offer hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications that made her stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. 

All she wanted was to leave the situation as soon as possible, to escape the mounting pressure that threatened to overwhelm her. The last thing she wanted was to drag this encounter into something more complicated, yet the warmth in his gaze made it hard to dismiss his offer outright. She hesitated, caught between the desire to retreat and the allure of his presence, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The water continued to cascade around them, a soothing sound that only heightened her awareness of the intimate space they shared, leaving her wondering what would come next.

The steam from the hot water enveloped them, creating a hazy veil that blurred the edges of reality. The soft glimmer of light reflected off the tiles, casting an ethereal glow around the intimate space of the bathhouse. The air was thick with warmth and the mingling scents of sandalwood and jasmine, making each breath feel charged with an intoxicating essence. 

Reiji moved closer, the sponge in his hand gliding over [Name]’s back with a gentle yet purposeful rhythm. Each stroke sent ripples of warmth throughout her body, igniting sensations she had tried to suppress. She could feel the tension in her muscles begin to melt away, but the deeper tension within her heart only seemed to intensify.

“Is this okay?” Reiji asked, his voice low and smooth, breaking through the gentle sound of the flowing water. There was a teasing lilt in his tone, a hint of mischief that made her pulse quicken. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear, and she could feel a shiver run down her spine.

“Y-yes,” [Name] stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but every fiber of her being was aware of his proximity. “It feels nice.” 

“Nice?” he echoed, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Just nice? I think I can do better than that.” He shifted his position, his fingers applying more pressure as he moved the sponge in slow, deliberate circles, exploring the contours of her shoulders and back. The warmth of his hands seeped through the sponge, igniting a fire beneath her skin that left her breathless.

[Name] found herself leaning into his touch, caught in the delicate balance between comfort and overwhelming desire. “Reiji…” she started, but the words caught in her throat, tangled with uncertainty. 

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if sensing her internal struggle. “Just let go. This is our moment. No one else is here.” The intensity of his gaze bore into her, his eyes dark with an unspoken promise. 

The atmosphere crackled with unexpressed emotions, and [Name] could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She opened her eyes, locking onto his, searching for clarity amidst the fog of her thoughts. “What do you want from me?” she finally asked, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of vulnerability and bravado.

Reiji paused, his fingers stilling for just a moment. “What do you want, [Name]?” he countered, a serious note threading through his playful demeanor. “I’m here to help you, but this isn’t just about me. It’s about what you need.” His hand started to trail up her waist to her chest.

Her heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, feeling as though he could see right through her defenses. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quavering. “I’m scared. Scared of what this could mean.”

“Scared?” he repeated, his tone shifting to something softer, more understanding. “It’s okay to be scared. But sometimes, the things that frighten us are what we truly desire.” He resumed flicking her perky tits this time with a gentler touch, as if to soothe the turmoil within her. 

[Name] closed her eyes again, moaning at the feeling of his soft clausal hands massaging her, focusing on the sensations, the warmth enveloping her like a cocoon. “It feels so good~,” she whispered, gasping at the small tuggs he sends. the confession slipping from her lips before she could second-guess herself. “Mmh~ Reiji!!.”

Reiji’s hands paused once more, and for a heartbeat, the world around them faded into silence. “Then let me help you feel that,~” he whispered, his voice almost a caress. “Let go of the weight you’re carrying. Just for tonight.” 

The weight of his words settled over her like a soft blanket, and for the first time, she felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. [Name] nodded slowly, a silent agreement forming between them, the tension shifting into something palpable, electric. 

“Please,” she begged, her heart pounding, the air thick with anticipation. “ah!~ mmmh~.” 

As Reiji resumed his task, the atmosphere thickened with unspoken promises, and the water continued to cascade around them, echoing the rhythm of their hearts as they ventured into uncharted territory, where every touch, every glance held the potential to change everything. He smirks as he can feel himself growing bolder with an evil intention creeping up.

‘Oh How Cruel’

Her moans were echoing sensually like a beautiful melody that filled the room. He could feel every tug and pull, causing waves of pleasure to course through her body. She let out a sharp gasp as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. “Ah~Reiji! mhm~”

The sound of her moans filling the air, calling out his name over and over again in a breathless whisper. Reiji's hands moved with urgency and precision, determined to reveal each familiar part of her body to him. Reiji breathed into her ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You're doing so well, my good girl~”

His fingertips traced the contours of her body, taking pleasure in her shiver of anticipation. "You're so beautiful…." Reiji whispered, his lips trailing down her jawline and planting soft kisses along her neck. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly as he pulled her closer. "…and so, so good for me." He continued, his grip only tightening. He nipped at her skin gently, his tongue trailing a path down to the collarbone.

Reiji chuckled huskily against her skin, his warm breath tickling her. He teased the tip of his tongue across the surface of her sensitive breast, swirling around the hardened peak. 

He flicked at it gently, listening intently to the sounds of her gasps and moans. The way her body writhed under his touch, the way she arched her back, the way her fingers dug into his hair. His lips curled into a smirk as he continued to tease her with his tongue, his other hand firmly gripping her hip. "Look at you, my precious little thing, already so undone just a few simple touches.”

“Wait! Someone might come here!” [Name] gasped, her voice a frantic whisper that echoed against the slick tiles of the shower room. She looked around, her heart racing as the sound of water cascaded around them, almost drowning out her protest. The dim lighting, combined with the steamy atmosphere, created a cocoon that both thrilled and terrified her. She longed for some semblance of understanding, a fragment of common sense amidst the waves of rush and desire that swept through the air.

Reiji, however, seemed unfazed. His dark, intense eyes narrowed with focus, fixed unabashedly on her skin as he pressed his lips against the delicate curve of her nape. Each kiss lingered, leaving a trail of warmth that ignited sparks of yearning within her. His mouth moved lower, exploring the smooth expanse of her shoulder before descending to the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, where he left shallow hickeys, the unmistakable marks of his hunger.

“[Name],” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble filled with need, “it’s just us here.” He felt a rush of excitement coursing through him, mixed with impatience. The suffocating heat of their surroundings amplified the electric atmosphere, urging him to lose himself in the moment. He could feel her heartbeat beneath his lips, fast and frantic, a rhythm that matched the throbbing pulse within him. 

[Name] instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, anchoring herself as waves of pleasure and anxiety surged through her. She pressed her body against him, feeling every hard plane of his torso against her softness, and an overwhelming blush spread across her cheeks. 

“What if someone walks in?” she murmured, though her protest was becoming fainter, drowned out by the roaring waters and her own escalating desire. Her breath hitched, realizing just how close they were, their bodies so entwined that the world outside felt distant and irrelevant.

“Let them,” Reiji replied, his voice low and husky, suffused with a reckless abandon that both excited and frightened her. “I want everyone to know how much I want you.” He captured her gaze, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that stole her breath away, and she found herself lost in the depths of that gaze—so confident, so predatory in nature.

The steamy enclosure of the shower room seemed to wrap around them like a thick fog, intensifying the heat radiating from their bodies. Droplets of water slid down the tiles, pooling at their feet, while the fragrant steam filled her senses, enticing and overwhelming her. The mixture of his warm breath against her damp skin and the sensation of his lips traced along her collarbone sent shivers cascading down her spine, pushing her further into a state of blissful submission. 

“[Name],” he breathed again, lifting his head slightly to catch her eye, a hint of mischief dancing in his expression. “You don’t have to worry. Just be here with me.” His words hung in the air like an invitation, daring her to abandon her reservations. The atmosphere thrummed with palpable tension, and she could feel every pulse in the air, every unspoken desire sparking between them.

Her resolve weakened, and she swallowed hard, the weight of her desires clashing with her fears. “But… what if…” She trailed off, her thoughts vaporized by the feel of his tongue darting out to taste her skin, igniting every nerve ending within her being. 

“[Name],” he interrupted softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Let go. Just for a moment.” The urgency in his tone enveloped her like a warm embrace, pressing her into the depths of her own yearning. She felt a powerful longing flare within her—a blend of fear and exhilaration that made her pulse quicken.

And in that steamy sanctuary, with the world outside forgotten, she surrendered to the chaos of emotions swirling inside her, the thrill of danger pulsing through her veins like a sweet poison.

Reiji chuckled darkly, a low, rumbling sound that reverberated in the charged atmosphere surrounding them. His fingers tightened around her hips, pulling her closer as he pressed himself against her, the heat of his body igniting a fire within her. "You're not backing down now, are you?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers racing down her spine. "Let me hear your whines," he growled, his breath warm and tantalizing against the sensitive skin of her ear, each word dripping with a possessive urgency that left her breathless. "It doesn’t matter if they come here. They'll know better than to cross me."

With a swift, almost predatory motion, his hands moved to cup her breasts, the intimacy of the gesture sending a jolt of electricity through her. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples, eliciting soft, erotic moans that escaped her lips, a melody of pleasure that filled the air between them. Each sound she made fueled the fire of his desire, a primal connection sparking wildly in the dim light of the room.

"You're so damn perfect," he groaned, his voice thick with lust as he leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that felt almost overwhelming. In one fluid motion, he captured her mouth with his, the kiss rough and possessive, igniting a storm of passion within her. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming every inch as if marking his territory, a dance of dominance and submission that left her dizzy with want.

The tension between them crackled like electricity, a palpable force that enveloped them, making the air thick and heavy with desire. The world outside faded away, the only sounds that mattered were their breaths mingling, and the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies moving in sync. In that moment, all that existed was the raw, unfiltered connection they shared, a tempest of yearning that threatened to consume them both.. 

[Name] moaned softly into the kiss, a sound that reverberated between them and sent shivers down her spine. Her body trembled with desire, every nerve ending alight as Reiji held her with a rough yet intoxicating grip. She could feel the heat radiating off him, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, before tangling in his hair, tugging gently as their tongues danced together in a passionate rhythm.

“Hmm! Reiji!” she breathed out between kisses, her voice husky with a need that felt almost primal. “H-hurry…” The urgency in her tone matched the frantic beating of her heart, echoing the storm of emotions swirling within her.

As she whimpered, her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. She arched her back, instinctively seeking more contact, more friction, as Reiji’s strong arms supported her. Her hips rocked against him, a rhythm that felt both intoxicating and desperate, as if they were both caught in a tide of longing that was impossible to resist. The shower room was eerily quiet, the only sounds punctuating the stillness were the heavy breaths escaping her lips, mingling with the warm steam that enveloped them.

[Name] relaxed slightly, a soft moan escaping her as she caressed his hair, fingers tangling deeper as if anchoring herself to him in this moment. Each kiss deepened their connection, a silent promise that transcended words, binding them in a shared desire that felt both exhilarating and consuming. 

In the midst of their heated exchange, a soft groan escaped Reiji's lips, and as their mouths parted for a brief moment, a delicate trail of saliva connected his lips to hers, glistening in the soft light of the shower room. He smirked up at her, the playful glint in his eyes contrasting with the raw passion that hung heavily in the air. The tension between them was almost palpable, an electric current that promised more, urging them to dive deeper into this intoxicating whirlpool of emotions.

He then lines himself up against her, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a deep grunt, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one powerful stroke. "Nghh!~......." [Name] crie out in ecstasy as he fills her completely, Her walls clenching around his thick length. The sudden intrusion makes her see stars as she cling to him desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders.

[Name] doesn't even realize the way she's desperately sobbing in diminutive distress as he forces his cock into her. Her eyes snap up to meet his in the same instance he’s shoving the last of his cock into her with a wet, squelching slap

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groans, pulling back a few inches before he’s ramming back into her, she's overstimmed body accepting his brutal intrusion, “You’re liking this don't you? So desperate and cruel” He teases and kisses the top of her head. Using his strength to hold her legs apart while thrusting deep in her warm cavern.

“Y-yes!” [Name] squeak out, breaths coming out in sharp, shallow pants as she lungs struggle to take in more air, her cunt squeezing reflexively at his words, the sheer brain-breaking sensation of the way Reiji was fucking her full was well on its way to tearing orgasm out of her.

The echoing smack of his hips colliding into her, fucking her full and leaving her heart shatteringly empty with each drawback, as she is holding desperately on her life to not let go, 

“Haha! Look at you! You're so desperate! And how cruel!” Reiji micked hwr with a groan, fingers branding deep bruises into the skin of her thighs apart  and she's helpless to just let him thrust in with such momentum, making her to roll her eyes back of her skull. 

“R-reiji! P-please!!” She begged, with slurred words, her mind going blank from the amountof thrusting he's forcing making his hips pistoning into her with reckless abandon, the slick slap of his skin to her growing in intensity, his rhythm faltering as he surrenders himself to the pleasure, 

“Aww, begging so suddenly?! I thought someone like you would at least put up a fight! Look at you crying and moaning like bitch! Aha!” 

He continues to mock her while continuing to thrust harshly with his cock pounding ever so rough in her bruised cunt. it was cruel but yet amazing and she can't seem to stop her voice to expose her pleasured state.

How cruel indeed.

Just as [Name] felt herself on the edge of a climax, Reiji adopted a short and consistent rhythm. His thrusts were no longer violent and deep, as if it were trying to breach [Name]’s deepest place. Now, he was quick and shallow, like it couldn’t get enough of the feeling of rubbing its cock against [Name]’s gummy walls.

“Ohhh…” The new rhythm made [Name] groan and her eyes roll back. His cock rubbing against her walls felt soothing against her swollen and battered cavern. Pleasure pulsed throughout her core, making [Name] moan loudly.

“Ah Shit!!” Without warning, he rammed his cock all the way past her cervix. She gasped in response, a wet noise echoing within as she was filled to the brim. Causing her to dig her nails at back of his neck, squelching slaps continues.

“Mhm- Hng-” Her fingers dug into his skin and clung like her life depended on it. “W-wait! I-im coming! H-haaa!”

[Name] falling hard and fast from the high he’d forced onto her, her legs trembling and shaking pathetically and a stuttering sound slips past her teeth when Reiji shows no sign of physically stoppingfrom his constant thrusts, “H-hnnngh, f-fuck, Reiji, fuck, I c-can’t — Rei, please —!!”

Reiji smirks sadisticalt, watching her wither with his dangerous glint in his eyes, grinning to himself when he sees her own eyes roll back into her head, the oversensitivity mind-numbing in the best and worst ways possible.

She's helpless to the devastating implosion that’s building in her overstimulated body as an orgasm grinds slick, debauched heat through her veins, his name a fervent plea to slow down but knowing him he wouldn't stoop so low in a chance like this.

R-reiji, fuck, oh god, Hiiragi! I c-can’t —!! I-I’m gonna fucking cum agai — s-shit, oh my god — ahhhhh!!”

Her body spasming as hot slick gushes out of her, soaking his upper thighs as she squirt damn near uncontrollably before he’s leaning over to her, “Look at you, I didn't even come yet, and hear you are being a little slut and gushing so desperately! Aww what happened? Too much for your little Fucked up body?” He's getting harder from the sick view he's witnessing and says such cruel words that made [Name] bite her lips.

“Please! W-wait! too sensitive! Nghh~...” she whimpered. But It felt too good. She was drenched in her own arousal with the mix of the water splashing around from the momentum created by them, making his journey to her cervix uninterrupted and smooth. [Name] moved her hips with him, meeting him halfway as his thick cock rubbed against every inch of her slippery walls. She had never felt this good before.

“You feel really good, just a little more and I’ll cum,” Reiji grunted as he thrust. Despite his words, she came first. His smirk reaches far wide of how cock drunk she has gotten. 

“No! Stop! Don’t- Don’t move!” She gripped tightly around his shoulders, protesting him from thrusting any more. He stopped as she clenched around his penis, sighing and groaning as she reached her limit. [Name]’s orgasm was heavenly, making her writhe for him. 

[Name]’s cunt was so sensitive, she could feel every little movement inside. “Ah~....” a lewd moan coming out of her lips, releasing a small breath. Tears ran down her eyes as she began to whine inconsistency. “I don’t think I can take it anymore...” She whined breathlessly, “Please! Ah~..  I'm going to come again! Ngh!~”

Reiji laughed softly, gripping his hand through her thighs in place, “That almost makes me want to tease you more, you know?” [Name] flushed in response, feeling shy as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach. Her vagina contracted involuntarily, he was so intoxicating – his warmth, his cock, his scent, all of it. She closed her eyes as she clung to him for dear life, hoping this fucking session ends quickly before she passes out by the constant thrusting and teasing done by the man.

Reiji then groans, his hips pistoning into her with reckless abandon, the slick slap of his skin to hers growing in intensity, his rhythm faltering as he surrenders himself to the pleasure, “Shit, Fuck! I'm going to cum!! Shit!”

It was scorching hot where the two of them were connected. [Name]’s chest moved up and down, taking in nervous breaths as she waited for his next move. The man held his shaft with his right hand and began moving back and forth. 

He then buries himself into her exhausted body, a string of vicious curses dripping past his teeth as she feels a sudden rush of warmth in her most intimate region. Wet heat filled her wet cunt as ropes of cum splattered the walls of her cunt. His cock pulsating rhythmically as he fucks her full with load of his cum, his heavy breaths ghosting over the nape of her neck lightly.

[Name] shuddered delightfully, climaxing yet again,  feeling a hot pool of her arousal seething down her as accepting his seeds as it flooded her hole. The sensation was pleasurable. Her whole body felt pleasantly languid as his cum formed small pools inside, filling in the crevices, bumps and imperfections of her hole. 

“Ah! R-Reiji!” she gasped, letting out another moan that echoed in the stillness of the shower room. Clinging to him for dear life, her fingers curled tightly around his shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath. Her heart raced, each beat pounding in her chest as she felt the warmth radiating from his body. The intensity of the moment enveloped her, and she could feel his hot breath against her skin, igniting a fire within her.

As he slowly lowered her thighs, she felt a tantalizing mix of anticipation and vulnerability. He moved just enough to slip his cock out of her, and a low hum of contentment escaped his lips, reverberating through her core. The connection between them crackled with energy, and she could sense the shift in the atmosphere, thick with unspoken desires.

“Well, would you look at that! Wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. He gently took her chin in his hand, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. There was a longing in his eyes, a depth that betrayed his sadistic nature. Then, without warning, he dipped down, capturing her lips in a long, heated kiss that left her breathless.

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. She couldn’t help but admit, despite the thrill of his cruelty, that there was something undeniably magnetic about him. Reiji was the epitome of dark allure, his handsomeness only amplifying the wickedness of his charm. In that moment, she found herself entranced, unable to resist the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain that he so expertly orchestrated.

When they finally parted ways, a soft gasp escaped [Name]'s lips as her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her—a delicate string of saliva connecting their lips, glistening in the dim light. It was a vivid reminder of the intimate moment they had just shared. Reiji, still caught in the aftermath of their encounter, let out a scoff, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he admired his handiwork. “Y'know, despite everything we just did, it would probably be best if we cleaned ourselves up," he teased, his gaze lingering on her sweaty form nestled in the warm embrace of the bathtub.

[Name] felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, her blush deepening as she became acutely aware of her disheveled appearance. Slowly, she began to retreat, instinctively covering herself with her hands as if to shield her vulnerability from his penetrating gaze. Turning away from him, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and with an almost instinctual yelp, she spun back to face him, her heart racing. “W-what are you saying?!” she shouted, her voice a mix of indignation and flustered surprise.

The tension in the air crackled as she glared at him, her embarrassment evident in the way she bit her lip, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The playful glint in Reiji's eyes only intensified her fluster, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, torn between annoyance and an undeniable thrill that came with their shared experience.

“You're So cruel!!”

Indeed he is…..

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(3) the trilogy. || THE DOCTOR.

in which the doctor finds the landlord's favorite missing trilogy of books on a quiet, snowy day... content: strong language, allusions to sex, kissing, fade to black fingering) word count: 3.6k

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On the days where Spencer is snowed inside, the perfect remedy should be a couple of books by the fireplace, but the fireplace is quite frankly impossible to keep up with (he never knows how much wood he actually needs and despite how many times he's tried, he swears the matchbook he has is faulty. It never starts.) And, he's read through all of the books he brought with him. Three times each.

The library is an option on a normal day, but the snowfall is so extreme that Stanton had called his house earlier in the morning to inform him that everyone had been requested to hold off on getting sick or injured until the Doctor was safe to leave his home. Sardinia is locked down for the day, he went on to explain, until the crew he'd called in to plow the roads with their heavy and capable machinery could tend to them.

For a town as small as this one, Spencer had just assumed everyone would have figured out how to manage heavy snow without calling in reinforcements. It's human nature, after all, to adapt to your surroundings and make do with what you have if not to develop a solution.

And then he looked outside, and he understood. He couldn't even see white. It was gray—the most snow he'd ever seen, caking every window and blocking him inside.

He spent a solid two hours scraping what he could off the windows and away from the door, until he created a pocket of light from the window above the couch and gave up on the rest. The wind at least had died down, the only noise available to him being his breathing and the creaks of the floor as he walked around. The sun was bright and it was above freezing, so he figured that should help melt what little bit he couldn't manage to scrape away. He showered, fought with the fireplace for another twenty-minutes out of pure boredom, and then gave up on that, too, thankful that the house had electric heating and the fireplace was merely for aesthetic purposes if nothing else.

And now, he sits on the couch, mindlessly thumbing through a book he's already read and wishing he had something else to keep him busy. Boredom only leads to wandering thoughts, and whenever he allows them to, they veer off into the inevitable direction of his landlord. Which only makes him more restless.

The very moment her beautiful, swollen and kissed-out lips enter the periphery of his brain, Spencer pushes himself off the couch and forces his legs to do the wandering instead. He doesn't even care where, he just needs to walk.

She'd been avoiding him since then—until she came to visit to have her stitches removed, and then she avoided him again. Their meeting then had been professional and straightforward, she jokingly handed him a ten-dollar bill for his trouble, and then she went home. He'd debated bringing up the kiss, maybe apologizing, but he also didn't want to risk poking the bear when, in the moment, the bear seemed relatively mollified. It was safe to assume they could silently move past it and remain civil, if not friendly, so that's what he did. He never brought it up, and they simply existed in each others' lives as background characters. No harm, no foul.

It admittedly saddens him a little, that familiar glorious fire in his body slowly dying out day by day without her spark to feed it, but... it's also safe. Given his temporary arrangement, that is exactly what he needs; Zero complications.

Still, it hadn't completely prevented his thoughts from wandering... He can't help it.

But damn it, he tries so hard.

Like now, as his feet pace back and forth along the hallway connecting his living room to the two little bedrooms on the opposite side of the cabin home. His eyes scan the oak paneling on the wall, finding it odd that one board is out farther than the others. It's not a vast difference, and to anyone walking down the hallway, it wouldn't stand out at all. But since his eyes are scanning everything with intent, something that small is impossible to unsee once it's been seen.

Spencer comes closer to inspect the wood, running his fingers along the grain when he feels the board shift a little. He presses harder, then tries with both hands to wiggle it out of place as he inspects the entire board from floor to ceiling.  Eventually, he notices that the nails holding it in place are extremely rusted and barely holding the board upright.

"She has to have a toolbox hidden in this place somewhere..." he ponders, turning to search.

After finding no luck in any of the cabinets, under the kitchen or bathroom sinks, or in the coat closet, he walks back to the guest bedroom and rummages through all the knitted blankets he's collected. For a while it's like he'd find one every time he entered a new area of the cabin that he hadn't explored. A few of them lay draped over the living room furniture now, but to keep the place organized to his liking, he just haphazardly folded and piled them into the guest bedroom closet, not thinking to see if there had been anything else in there.

Sure enough, once the shelves in there are completely clear of fabric, Spencer looks all the way on the highest one and can see a small pile of something shoved in the back. He reaches for it, hoping for something useful but finding only a stack of—

Books!

Not what he'd come in here for, but he isn't about to complain. Especially since he'd really just been so bored that he went in search of a tool box to fix the most negligible problem this house could possibly have.

He flips one over and sees the words, "Agent of Seduction," embossed over a couple in embrace. There are two more, "Agent of Passion," and, "Agent of Retribution."  Their covers are worn and well-loved, pages yellowed and creased, the spines barely readable. As he quickly fans through the pages, expelling the dust from its home between them, he wonders how there are even pages left. It looks (and smells, to be quite frank) like it should be falling apart at the seams.

It doesn't look like what he'd typically reach for, but... It's new. And since he really has nothing else to do...

Spencer sits down on the floor of the closet, nestled between piles of blankets, and opens to the first page of Agent of Seduction.

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Dear Mom,

Today I might have stumbled onto the scariest story I've ever read. Not because it contains ghosts or horrors so intense that it gives you nightmares, but because of how accurately one major aspect parallels my current situation, as if I don't already feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone.

Don't get me wrong, it isn't entirely believable, especially where the crime-solving aspects are concerned. In fact, it seems like the author had merely watched something on TV and thought, "That doesn't look too hard to make up!" and thus, "Agent of Seduction" was born...

However, I'd be lying if I said I didn't get spooked by just about everything else.

The basic premise is that FBI Agent Samuel Stern must go into hiding to protect his identity from one of the most dangerous criminals the Bureau has ever encountered. In creating this brand new life for himself, he meets a woman named Rachel West, who he falls in love with. She's feisty and quick-witted, and when Samuel's past comes straight towards them like a freight train, she refuses to jump out of the way (much to Samuel's annoyance). Their relationship is built solely on fire—mutual attraction and nothing else—but while they're on the run together throughout the three books, they learn to open up and be vulnerable in a way that only enriches their feelings and the desire to truly love and be loved in return.

By now, you already know about my very own Rachel West, my landlord and the woman I can't stop thinking about... A lot of Samuel's inner monologue about her was extremely close to, if not exactly the same as, my inner monologue about Y/N. At one point near the end of the second book, Rachel gets kidnapped, and the final installment follows Samuel's journey to find her and finally exact his revenge on the criminal who has taken everything from him.

Inevitably, this journey leads Samuel to the grand realization that he's in love with Rachel, and after they finally reunite, the two of them live happily ever after.

Unfortunately, it was rather riveting.

Given the obvious major parallel here, you can also probably understand why it's spooked me. The details behind Samuel's "vacation" aren't necessarily the same as my own, but the mere fact that he works for the FBI and is protecting his identity far away from home... That in and of itself is far too much of a coincidence.

I know it's fiction. I know that real life is different from Samuel's... But I saw something in his story and in his relationship with Rachel that filled that hole of misunderstanding deep in my gut, and while I enjoyed myself for the most part, I also, unfortunately, have come to realize that I can never let myself pursue the fire and fall in love with Y/N.

I won't let her be tainted by my real life. Because if evil does, somehow, penetrate the snowy, magical borders of Sardinia and dig its claws into the purity within, there's no telling what I would do.

I can't let it happen.

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Y/N loves snow days. Surprisingly, Sardinia doesn't see a whole lot of them— not like this anyway. It's rare that the entire town is on standby, but on the occasion that it is, she locks herself away on the back porch and watches the snow fall through the glass. It's cold, but she doesn't mind. She prefers it— hasn't known anything else, nor has she ever longed to.

The sun has started to set, and with the promise of oven-ready lasagna in just a couple of minutes, there isn't anything that could possibly dampen her perfect Sunday.

She only wishes she could figure out where she left her favorite trilogy. On snow days like these, especially back when she was in Junior High (the act of hiding them from her grandmother making the lure of the story even better, of course), reading Agent of Seduction was her favorite pastime. She'd read the entire trilogy back-to-back at least twenty times by this point, so she probably could have had it memorized. In fact, there are scenes that she has memorized, though nothing ever compares to reading them word for word.

At one point a few years ago, she'd accused her grandmother of stealing and selling them, though the woman denied it with a howling laugh. "I never gave a shit about what you read. Hell, if only you knew some of the books I hid from my mother when I was a teenager..."

At the thought of her grandmother, Y/N sighs, wishing she'd had the courage to ask her about them. The memory of cringing and quickly changing the subject is standard and funny, sure, but she hadn't known there wouldn't be much time left to even think about asking those questions.

Now, she doesn't have her grandmother or her favorite trilogy, and all she's left with is an emptiness that she hopes soon to fill with noodles and cheese.

Instead of the oven chime, three loud knocks sound at the front door, jolting her out of her reverie, and Y/N sighs again.

So much for a perfect Sunday...

Who the hell could possibly be knocking on her door today? The whole town is on lockdown... Only an idiot would be brave enough to—

"Doctor?"

Spencer's figure, sure enough, stands before her in a backdrop of golden, glittering white. His coat is caked in snow and he seems to be drowning in layers and layers of scarves, a plastic bag hanging from his hand as he manages a stiff smile; He's freezing.

"What the hell are you doing here? Don't you know the entire town is o—"

"On lockdown, yes. I know. But I brought you something."

Her instincts are telling her to usher him inside, but there's a fear that freezes her instead. Once she lets him inside on a snow day, there's no telling how long he'll stay. And those are consequences she would rather not discover today.

"Oh?" is all she can manage.

Spencer holds the bag out and she takes it. "I found these in your—er, my closet. I don't know if they belonged to you or not, but I figured it was a safe bet since it was your house... Anyway, I just... I thought I'd return them."

Opening the bag, hearing him explain, and seeing the familiar tattered cover of her favorite book all at once is like a fever dream. She almost can't believe it. In a whirlwind of emotions, she grabs the doctor by the jacket sleeve and tugs him inside without a sound, and he stumbles through the door with a start.

"What's wrong?"

"You're a fucking wizard."

"Excuse me?"

Her shaking hands gently retrieve the paperbacks from the plastic as he shuts the door behind him. She doesn't even care that he's technically been invited inside now.

Unbeknownst to her, as she fans through the pages just as he had when he found them, the sight brings a gentle smile to his lips.

"I was just thinking about these books a few minutes ago... I used to read them every snow day, over and over again to keep my mind occupied..." Then she laughs, shaking her head. "I thought I'd lost them for good. They were in your closet?"

"Mhm. Guest bedroom, all the way on the top shelf, in the back. I was looking for some blankets, a—"

"You didn't read them, did you?"

Her head snaps up and Spencer blinks at her for a moment before carefully answering, "No."

Something about it feels off to her. They stare at each other now, and suddenly she realizes the gravity of the situation, which is that he stands in her house, claiming not to have read her favorite books (which are sexually explicit in nature), even though his face clearly claims otherwise. He had brought them to her house during a weather lockdown of all days, right after she'd just been thinking about them, and she felt so grateful in the moment that the thought of kissing him on the mouth seemed like the perfect gesture of gratitude.

Obviously, there is only one outcome.

He needs to leave, now, before she does something stupid.

"You probably wouldn't like them anyway."

"Oh?"

The beguiled look on his face practically begs for elaboration, but she's not currently in the business of giving him one.

"Thank you for bringing them to me," she says, hoping to suggest finality and get him out the door. "I haven't had an entire night with no obligations to sit down and read these books in years. I'm way overdue."

He only stares back at her, his gaze unwavering in intensity. If he's disappointed at all, he doesn't show it in the least. She's afraid he might try to banter or take off his jacket, but in the end, the doctor only gives her a gentle nod.

"You're welcome."

A flood of different sensations come racing through her body then, as Spencer turns to leave; Relief that he's relenting, excitement to finally have and hold her favorite story again, hot tension under the residual potency of his staring, and the nagging feeling that whatever wildfire the two of them seem to have made together isn't actually anywhere close to being extinguished.

The door opens, swallowing the doctor in a halo of light, and just before he closes it behind him, he calls over his shoulder, "Enjoy yourself, my dear."

The paperbacks suddenly feel heavy in her hands. She almost drops them to the ground, cursing his name.

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"Go away!"

Samuel's heart nearly shattered at the crack in her voice. He couldn't bear to witness his dear Rachel and her burning flame slowly dwindle under the suffocation of his true identity. His real life, once again, had attempted to take away everything he held dear to him, and he would be damned if he let it succeed this time.

"Rachel, please! You have to have to understand, I hated having to lie to you!"

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" she screeched, whipping around and snarling in his face. Alas, her fire remained, though it was unmistakably fueled by scorching pure rage and not the low-simmering wicked desire he's come to crave and adore. The pain in his heart worsened as she jabbed his chest, a fragile reminder of the new life she's breathed into him and the steady ache to protect it at all costs. "You're just like every other man I've ever met, except you might actually be worse! You put me in danger, and then spared me the details! And for what, so you could play the savior and 'protect' me? Huh?"

"You don't understand..."

"Then make me understand!"

The truth was that he couldn't let her go. No matter how annoyingly stubborn she proved herself to be, Samuel could not resist the warmth that settled in his bones when she touched him. He could not sit back and tell himself that she meant nothing to him when every time she quirked her eyebrow, he felt the overwhelming need to know everything she's ever felt. He wanted to know her. He wanted to experience her, in every single facet.

But he also didn't want his life to destroy her.

"It is killing me... Every day it kills me to know that the man who took everything from me and ruined my life is out there, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it... It kills me to be away from home, and it kills me to have to pretend like I'm not filled with unbridled rage every time I wake up... It kills me to know that I've let myself get attached to someone else, because it just means that's one more thing for him to destroy. But... God, Rachel, you've fucking set this fire in me that I can't put out. You're so sharp and strong and funny and beautiful, and you're so fucking stubborn... You're breaking down every defense I have, piece by piece, and for both of our safety, I should just let it go... But I can't..."

Her hardened stare hadn't eased, but her hands started a slow, gentle ascent over the planes of his stomach, up and up until they rested on his chest.

Samuel pressed one of her hands firmly to his heart. "Do you feel that, Rachel?"

"Your heartbeat?" she asked sarcastically through her teeth, her eyebrow quickly flinching upward.

"Yes. What you're feeling there is your work, and your work alone."

Unsurprisingly, Rachel snorted. Still, her fingers flexed over the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. "It's not healthy to put all that credit onto someone, you know. It could do irreparable damage."

It was true, but she was being snarky, as always. Which meant she must not have hated him as much as she was letting on.

Samuel took that as a good sign, deciding to allow himself to be cocky. He stared deep into her eyes and brought a hand to her throat, gently grazing it with the back of his knuckle. "So? Tell me I haven't already ruined you beyond repair..."

Rachel hummed and leaned into him, never one to turn down a challenge. "Says the man who just bared his soul out to me with tears in his eyes five seconds ago... Sounds like I'm the one who's ruined you."

Their breaths were so close together now, noses barely touching, Samuel didn't have time to process the look in her eyes before he said, "And now you understand," relenting and kissing her deeply.

She clutched his shirt so hard, he thought she might literally tear it to shreds in front of him as her devilish mouth battled him with a strength of its own. Rachel was fighting, even now, desperate to hold onto that power and control. And that was all fine and good, usually, but Samuel felt it in his bones that this time it was different.

Things between them now were different, and they always would be.

Whether he could put a name to that difference he didn't know, but he didn't care. He just wanted her to really truly understand how important she was to him, without the fight.

She had complete control over him, but she didn't need to prove it.

Samuel could do that on his own.

He backed her into the wall and brought her hands to her sides, inching languid, wet kisses down her jawline. Never in their time together had he been so gentle in control, so slow... Fire left no time for meticulous passion, only quick, sharp lust.

"What are we doing?" she breathed, rolling her body into him. "What is this?"

"I meant it, Rachel," Samuel vowed into her neck, his hand deftly undoing the button of her pants. "You're changing me... Giving me something to live for again..."

A soft gasp escaped her as he slid his hand smoothly down the front of her pants, and he reveled in the sound. The moment his fingers breached her entrance, she melted into him, crying out in a whimper.

"That's right," he sighed into her neck. "Enjoy yourself, my dear..."

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Fathers Day 4 - The Other Father

(Parts 1-3)

This one has been brewing a fairly long time. The 3 short sections I posted a while ago form a perfectly good trilogy and we could happily leave it there…but I did sneak in a hint that a certain somebody overheard at least part of the conversation between Scott and his siblings.

And I’m determined to force Jeff to confront his many failings as a parent and make a start on sorting things out with his sons, especially the eldest. Haven’t quite got there yet (of course it would be terribly out of character for me to actually finish the story 🙄) but they are moving in the right direction at least.

It feels a little rougher than I’d like but I haven’t managed to post a whole chapter of anything for over a month and perhaps am a little wobbly on that score but… here goes…

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Jeff hovered uncertainly outside the door to his eldest son’s bedroom, pretending to be minutely interested in the glued crack running down the doorframe through the locking mechanism and out the other side. There was probably a story behind that, an attentive father should probably ask about it… he started to raise a hand to knock but lost his nerve and continued to hover.

Well, truth be told, he wasn’t so much hovering as leaning very heavily on his cane like the frail old man he always swore he’d never be. Certainly not at his age. But he was uncertain (whilst leaning in a solid and definite way) about whether to do the thing he had been so very certain was a good idea an hour ago but about which, NOW… now he was here… at the door… at Scott’s door… he was suddenly deeply unsure.

Jeff didn’t really do unsure and uncertain. That had never been his style. He’d always been blessed with a great deal of confidence in the plans that came to him and that confidence was justified by the fact he usually pulled them off.

Nor was he the kind of man who stood in corridors staring at inanimate objects while engaging in a rambling inner monologue.

And yet, here he was…

It was amazing what eight years of solitary confinement on a rock could change.

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One hour earlier…

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He eased himself down on to the lounger and closed his eyes, trying to fix in his mind the new version of that sound he’d dreamed of for so long - the laughter of his children. All of them. Together. Happy. Safe. The glowing memory of it had sustained him for years. The fear that he might have somehow extinguished it for good had kept him awake in the dark for far more hours than the mundane concerns about food, oxygen supplies…

Survival.

The voices were deeper now than the ones he’d remembered. Not quite so familiar. But still so beloved. They were still his babies. Lucy’s babies. They’d just grown. A lot. In innumerable ways.

Slowly, so as not to overbalance when gravity tugged at him, he leaned over and felt around underneath the seat to retrieve what he’d initially assumed was a piece of litter but now knew with a prescient certainty was going to be incredibly important.

“It was always you…”

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. Or sneak around like a teenager. He was supposed to be in bed but he’d found himself desperate to breathe oxygen rich but un-climate-controlled air for a few moments. As the lingering agoraphobia of the depths of infinite space warred with the claustrophobia born of the small liveable portion of the Zero-X that had been his entire world, Jeff had found his heart rate increasing and knew he wouldn’t sleep without proving to himself once more what the sea breeze felt like on his face.

And he’d snuck down the back stairs because they’d hear his balcony door open and come to check.

Then he’d have to explain.

If he explained, they’d just worry.

And today of all days, when the void between what he knew he was and what he desperately wanted to be to them all had loomed and sucked at him so hungrily… Well. How could he ever be their Daddy again if they had to be looking after him all the time? It was all backwards.

It had been so long since he’d been a Daddy. Far longer than the time he’d been stranded. He had been a good parent, once upon a time. Lucy had said so and he’d always trusted her judgment. To Scott and Virgil anyway. With John he’d done his best too, albeit the boy could rarely be persuaded to leave his mother’s side, but they’d had a decent relationship.

And there had been a time he was Daddy to five. Little Gordon chattering away at his knee while baby Alan’s bright blue eyes peered up at him from the impossibly tiny bundle in his arms. Lucy’s chin on his shoulder, her cheek brushing against his own… he’d known his place in the world, they were blessed with the privilege of raising these little ones together.

And then she was gone. And somehow everything good about Jeff went with her. Including Daddy.

He’d as good as orphaned them back then, eight whole years before it became official.

Eight more years to regret it after that.

Miraculously he now had his much longed-for chance to make it right. But for all the thinking and regretting and self analysis of those castaway years, he still wasn’t entirely sure where to start. He knew what he had to mend, he knew when and why it had all broken, but not how to fix it, if it was even fixable at all.

And now in light of what he’d heard, he realised that whatever “fixed” was, it might look rather different from what he’d spent all those years imagining.

And if he had been more honest with himself… he’d always known that. He let the card fall open in his lap.

“Still true.”

It was. It was absolutely true. Gordon and Alan were Scott’s kids, in all the ways that mattered. They knew it. Jeff knew it. And for all his desire to compensate for the time they had lost, he knew with absolute clarity he did not want to replace their eldest brother’s place in their lives. He had no right to.

He had no desire to. Not now.

He needed to make sure Scott knew that. His knees creaked as he shot decisively to his feet and he staggered slightly before snatching up the cane propped against the back of the lounger and making his purposeful… alright, shuffling way towards his old office.

He needed to find a pen.

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And so here he was by the doorway, the card tucked into the pocket of his bathrobe, trying to think of an opening line. Some appropriate words to broach the subject.

Jeff Tracy was pretty good with words.

He used to be king of the press conference, inspirational teacher of young astronauts. A dreamer of big dreams that could recruit almost anyone to his cause given time. He was used to being in command. When he spoke, people listened.

Yes, Jeff Tracy could make words work for him. With strangers, anyway.

With family it was different.

Especially with one in particular.

Oh, he and Scott had talked a lot. When he was home from space tiny-Scott had been his shadow, trailing him around with his excited, bouncy hop-skip drinking in all his father’s adventure stories. In fairness some of those maybe became just a little exaggerated by the lure of the warm feeling the admiration in those sparkling blue eyes created.

As time had passed the skip-hop evolved into a leggy teenage stride, precisely matched to Jeff’s own. There was less bounce in it, but the sparkle was still there. The constant reminder to Jeff Tracy that he was admired far more than he really deserved to be.

But then it had all gone wrong.

Part of the problem with Scott was he looked like Lucy. He didn’t resemble her much at all, physically - Jeff’s firstborn was pretty much a clone of himself, everyone said as much. No. It was that he looked the way she had. When he was really looking. Something about the intensity of his gaze… the colour of Scott’s eyes may have been from Jeff but the power of them was all her. It was like facing down a strangely warming X-ray.

Yes, the issue Jeff had was that Lucy looked at him out of his eldest son’s eyes and it made him confused and lonely... and so very uncertain about everything that was important.

About whether he could do any of this alone.

About whether he had got a single thing right since she’d gone.

It had made him defensive and short with his son. And when he snapped at Scott, when the same uncertainty, the same confused loneliness was reflected back at him… that chased her away and replaced her image with only himself and he couldn’t bear it.

So he stopped looking.

And so as Scott took on her role, as his son parented far better than the father had the capacity to manage, Jeff backed away and allowed him to do it. He’d let his teenage son be father to his children while he hid away inside himself and focussed on the things that Jeff had been able to do long before he ever met her - he inspired strangers, he dreamed, he commanded.

And Scott had grown up way too fast. And Jeff couldn’t fix it.

There were some short conversations that came close to the one they really needed to have in the aftermath of the Bereznik situation, when Jeff had feared he’d lost his eldest boy for good. But the important words had got stuck in his throat and he’d had to settle for an affectionate pat on the shoulder. Scott had seemed to feel safer with Virgil present anyway and his second son was incredibly protective of his big brother… of course that hadn’t been conducive to bringing up more difficult topics. Although Jeff knew he could have engineered the circumstances if he’d had the nerve. By the time Scott had recovered and they’d both thrown themselves into the Big Project, the moment seemed to have passed.

So they talked Tracy household admin, school admin. Most of all, they talked about the Project, Scott almost as excited as he was about that. His son admired and encouraged and gently challenged him in exactly the way his mother would have. It worked.

It was comfortable. And Jeff had been too much of a coward to make it uncomfortable.

He’d been home nearly two months and he’d nearly missed his chance again.

Not this time.

He raised his hand once more and let his knuckles fall against the door.

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“Scott?”

“Yes, EOS?” His reply was muffled somewhat by a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Your father has been stood outside your door for seven point five minutes.”

Some of the toothpaste migrated to his pyjama shirt. “What?! He should be in bed!”

“And yet he is currently located in the corridor. Just thought you’d like to know.”

“Is he ok?”

“His heart rate is a little elevated but his other vitals seem as healthy as they have proved in recent weeks.”

“I… ok, alright. Thanks for telling me.”

“Of course.”

Scott scrubbed pointlessly at the mark on his shirt and headed out of his en-suite towards the hallway door, where he paused and compulsively tidied his hair.

He reached for the door handle then jumped out of his skin as a loud knock sounded inches from his face.

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TBC when Jeff can work out how to start the conversation ;)

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Some quotes I like from Johnny and the Dead. I'll again recommend the Johnny Maxwell trilogy for any Terry Pratchett fans, it's a bit dated, and lacks witches and wizards, and takes place on a boring spherical planet, but still there's good stuff.

And the sky above it was a glorious blue, which was pretty unusual for Blackbury, where most of the time the sky was that odd, soapy color you'd get if you lived in a Tupperware box. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"My greatest trick involved getting out of a locked sack underwater while wearing twenty feet of chain and three pairs of handcuffs." "Gosh, how often did you do that?" said Johnny. "Nearly once," said Mr. Vicenti. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Wobbler was banned from the computers because of an incident involving a library terminal, the telephone connection to the main computer, another telephone line to the computer at East Slate Air Base ten miles away, another telephone line to a much bigger computer under a mountain somewhere in America, and almost World War Three. At least that's what Wobbler said. The Assistant Information Officers said it was because he got chocolate in the keyboard. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

There was a feeling, like-- --like on an airplane when it's about to land, and his ears went "pop." But it was happening with his brain, instead. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"It's wrong to think that the past is something that's just gone. It's still there. It's just that you've gone past. If you drive through a town, it's still there in the rearview mirror. Time is a road, but it doesn't roll up behind you. Things aren't over just because they're past." -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"Of all the forces in the universe, the hardest to overcome is the force of habit. Gravity is easy-peasy by comparison." -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Time passes everywhere. But days and nights are little local things that happen only to people who stay in one place. If you go fast enough, you can overtake the clock... -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"I believe it's very hard to have fun in Iceland without fish being involved in some way." -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Making a fuss about cards and heavy metal and going on about Dungeons and Dragons stuff because it's got demon gods in it is like guarding the door when it is really coming up through the floorboards. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"Anyway, there's four of us, after all." "That just means something bad can happen four times," said Wobbler. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

"Did I see them waving?" said Mrs. Liberty. "And particling, I shouldn't wonder," said the Alderman. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Johnny blinked. And looked around at the world. It was, not to put too fine a point on it, wonderful. Which wasn't the same as nice. It wasn't even the same as good. But it was full of... stuff. You'd never get to the end of it. It was always springing new things on you... -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

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noel gave liam the star shaped tambourine september 1992 and wrote lock all the doors (demo) 1-5 months later......

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PROPAGANDA UNDERCUT!!!!

also i will be continuing murderbot dairies no matter what so it's not on here :3c

Mystery, Thriller, SciFi, books are around 300-400 pages

The plot surrounds Secret Service agent Ethan Burke's introduction to the remote small town of Wayward Pines, his new home from which he cannot escape. The residents of this picturesque town do not know how they got there and are forbidden to talk about their prior lives. An electric fence surrounds the town, and the residents are under 24-hour surveillance. The mysteries and horrors of the town build until Ethan discovers its secret. Then he must do his part to keep Wayward Pines protected from threats both within and beyond the fence. The series covers themes of isolation, bucolic Americana, time-displacement, man vs nature, human evolution, and cryonics.[citation needed] Crouch has acknowledged that he was inspired by the 1990–91 TV series Twin Peaks.[1]

Space Opera, LGBT, SciFi, books are around 300-400 pages

Follow a motley crew on an exciting journey through space-and one adventurous young explorer who discovers the meaning of family in the far reaches of the universe-in this light-hearted debut space opera from a rising sci-fi star.

i have been informed the pilot of the ship is in love with the ships ai and there's wire touching. so. you know

Horror, Thriller, Lovecraftian, SciFi, books are around 400-500 pages

The Threshold Universe is an ongoing book series written by Peter Clines and begins with the novel 14 published in 2012. The other books in the series included The Fold (2015), Dead Moon (2018), and Terminus (2020). Padlocked doors. Strange light fixtures. Mutant cockroaches. There are some odd things about Nate’s new apartment. Of course, he has other things on his mind. He hates his job. He has no money in the bank. No girlfriend. No plans for the future. So while his new home isn’t perfect, it’s livable. The rent is low, the property managers are friendly, and the odd little mysteries don’t nag at him too much. At least, not until he meets Mandy, his neighbour across the hall, and notices something unusual about her apartment. And Xela’s apartment. And Tim’s. And Veek’s. Because every room in this old Los Angeles brownstone has a mystery or two. Mysteries that stretch back over a hundred years. Some of them are in plain sight. Some are behind locked doors. And all together these mysteries could mean the end of Nate and his friends. Or the end of everything...

this series is Strange and every book feels entirely disconnected from the last in terms of desc so i included the first books desc... they ARE connected things just. go crazy i guess...........

Mystery, Thriller, Fantasy, SciFi, each book is around 300 pages

A girl named Rose is riding her new bike near her home in Deadwood, South Dakota, when she falls through the earth. She wakes up at the bottom of a square-shaped hole, its walls glowing with intricate carvings. But the firemen who come to save her peer down upon something even stranger: a little girl in the palm of a giant metal hand. Seventeen years later, the mystery of the bizarre artifact remains unsolved - the object's origins, architects, and purpose unknown. Carbon dating defies belief; military reports are redacted; theories are floated, then rejected. But some can never stop searching for answers. Rose Franklin is now a highly trained physicist leading a top-secret team to crack the hand's code. And along with her colleagues, she is being interviewed by a nameless interrogator whose power and purview are as enigmatic as the relic they seek. What's clear is that Rose and her compatriots are on the edge of unraveling history's most perplexing discovery, and finally figuring out what it portends for humanity. But once the pieces of the puzzle are in place, will the result be an instrument of lasting peace or a weapon of mass destruction?

Cyberpunk, War, Dystopia, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 300-350 pages

My name is Rex. I am a good dog. Rex is also seven foot tall at the shoulder, bulletproof, bristling with heavy calibre weaponry and his voice resonates with subsonics especially designed to instil fear. With Dragon, Honey and Bees, he's part of a Multiform Assault Pack operating in the lawless anarchy of Campeche, south-eastern Mexico. Rex is a genetically engineered Bioform, a deadly weapon in a dirty war. He has the intelligence to carry out his orders and feedback implants to reward him when he does. All he wants to be is a Good Dog. And to do that he must do exactly what Master says and Master says he's got to kill a lot of enemies. But who, exactly, are the enemies? What happens when Master is tried as a war criminal? What rights does the Geneva Convention grant weapons? Do Rex and his fellow Bioforms even have a right to exist? And what happens when Rex slips his leash?

Horror, Fantasy, Gothic, Mystery, both books are around 140 pages

When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruravia. What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves. Aided by a redoubtable British mycologist and a baffled American doctor, Alex must unravel the secret of the House of Usher before it consumes them all.

seen this get recommended to annihilation fans are bunch...

Mystery, Thriller, Crime, Fantasy, SciFi, Queer, first book is 450 pages, second book isn't out yet

In Daretana’s most opulent mansion, a high Imperial officer lies dead—killed, to all appearances, when a tree spontaneously erupted from his body. Even in this canton at the borders of the Empire, where contagions abound and the blood of the Leviathans works strange magical changes, it’s a death at once terrifying and impossible. Called in to investigate this mystery is Ana Dolabra, an investigator whose reputation for brilliance is matched only by her eccentricities. At her side is her new assistant, Dinios Kol. Din is an engraver, magically altered to possess a perfect memory. His job is to observe and report, and act as his superior’s eyes and ears--quite literally, in this case, as among Ana’s quirks are her insistence on wearing a blindfold at all times, and her refusal to step outside the walls of her home. Din is most perplexed by Ana’s ravenous appetite for information and her mind’s frenzied leaps—not to mention her cheerful disregard for propriety and the apparent joy she takes in scandalizing her young counterpart. Yet as the case unfolds and Ana makes one startling deduction after the next, he finds it hard to deny that she is, indeed, the Empire’s greatest detective. As the two close in on a mastermind and uncover a scheme that threatens the safety of the Empire itself, Din realizes he’s barely begun to assemble the puzzle that is Ana Dolabra—and wonders how long he’ll be able to keep his own secrets safe from her piercing intellect. Featuring an unforgettable Holmes-and-Watson style pairing, a gloriously labyrinthine plot, and a haunting and wholly original fantasy world, The Tainted Cup brilliantly reinvents the classic mystery tale.

ive got NO idea why this has the queer tag on goodreads but if these 2 holmes and watson likes end up being faggots together i am HERE i need to be HERE

Horror, Mystery, Thriller, Adventure, Paranormal, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 350-400 pages long

Not all secrets are meant to be found. If Indiana Jones lived in the X-Files era, he might bear at least a passing resemblance to Nolan Moore -- a rogue archaeologist hosting a documentary series derisively dismissed by the "real" experts, but beloved of conspiracy theorists. Nolan sets out to retrace the steps of an explorer from 1909 who claimed to have discovered a mysterious cavern high up in the ancient rock of the Grand Canyon. And, for once, he may have actually found what he seeks. Then the trip takes a nasty turn, and the cave begins turning against them in mysterious ways. Nolan's story becomes one of survival against seemingly impossible odds. The only way out is to answer a series of intriguing questions: What is this strange cave? How has it remained hidden for so long? And what secret does it conceal that made its last visitors attempt to seal it forever?

Cosy Mystery, Fantasy, SciFi, LGBT, both books are around 120 pages

Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend.Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?

Mystery, Thriller, Crime, Espionage, Spy, books average to around 300 pages but there's.. a lot of books..... i have 9 books and 1 novella in this series

John le Carré classic novels deftly navigate readers through the intricate shadow worlds of international espionage with unsurpassed skill and knowledge, and have earned him -- and his hero, British Secret Service Agent George Smiley, who is introduced in this, his first novel -- unprecedented worldwide acclaim. George Smiley had liked Samuel Fennan, and now Fennan was dead from an apparent suicide. But why? Fennan, a Foreign Office man, had been under investigation for alleged Communist Party activities, but Smiley had made it clear that the investigation -- little more than a routine security check -- was over and that the file on Fennan could be closed. The very next day, Fennan was found dead with a note by his body saying his career was finished and he couldn't go on. Smiley was puzzled...

jeff vandermeer said le carré's work inspired authority which is my favourite book of all time . so. i'm interested

Post Apocalpytic, Dystopia, Space Opera, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 400-600 pages

A race for survival among the stars... Humanity's last survivors escaped earth's ruins to find a new home. But when they find it, can their desperation overcome its dangers? WHO WILL INHERIT THIS NEW EARTH? The last remnants of the human race left a dying Earth, desperate to find a new home among the stars. Following in the footsteps of their ancestors, they discover the greatest treasure of the past age—a world terraformed and prepared for human life. But all is not right in this new Eden. In the long years since the planet was abandoned, the work of its architects has borne disastrous fruit. The planet is not waiting for them, pristine and unoccupied. New masters have turned it from a refuge into mankind's worst nightmare. Now two civilizations are on a collision course, both testing the boundaries of what they will do to survive. As the fate of humanity hangs in the balance, who are the true heirs of this new Earth?

ive been told theres evolved jumping spiders in this and like. im here for that. my god am i here for that

Weird Fiction, Post Apocalyptic, Dystopia, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 200-300 pages

In a ruined, nameless city of the future, a woman named Rachel, who makes her living as a scavenger, finds a creature she names “Borne” entangled in the fur of Mord, a gigantic, despotic bear. Mord once prowled the corridors of the biotech organization known as the Company, which lies at the outskirts of the city, until he was experimented on, grew large, learned to fly and broke free. Driven insane by his torture at the Company, Mord terrorizes the city even as he provides sustenance for scavengers like Rachel.

jeff vandermeeeerrr..... also i love how he has a book called strange bird and a character called ghost bird in southern reach....

Weird Fiction, New Weird, Horror, Steampunk, Speculative Fiction, Fantasy, SciFi, the omnibus is 1.5k pages long

Before Area X, there was Ambergris. Jeff VanderMeer conceived what would become his first cult classic series of speculative works: the Ambergris Trilogy. Now, for the first time ever, the story of the sprawling metropolis of Ambergris is collected into a single volume, including City of Saints and Madmen, Shriek: An Afterword, and Finch. In City of Saints and Madmen, Jeff VanderMeer has reinvented the literature of the fantastic. You hold in your hands an invitation to a place unlike any you’ve ever visited–an invitation delivered by one of our most audacious and astonishing literary magicians. City of elegance and squalor. Of religious fervor and wanton lusts. And everywhere, on the walls of courtyards and churches, an incandescent fungus of mysterious and ominous origin. In Ambergris, a would-be suitor discovers that a sunlit street can become a killing ground in the blink of an eye. An artist receives an invitation to a beheading–and finds himself enchanted. And a patient in a mental institution is convinced he’s made up a city called Ambergris, imagined its every last detail, and that he’s really from a place called Chicago.… By turns sensuous and terrifying, filled with exotica and eroticism, this interwoven collection of stories, histories, and “eyewitness” reports invokes a universe within a puzzlebox where you can lose–and find–yourself again.

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Fate - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Two of Pedrotober: Gladiator II Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Rating: E for any number of reasons here. Sex (oral, p in v, rough sex, choking if you don't blink and miss it) and major character death.

Word Count: 1122

a/n: Raise your hand if you feel personally victimized by the start of the Gladiator II press today. Written originally as a one-shot and expanded into a trilogy. Read the entire "Fate" Trilogy | Fate | Before | After

It takes only a second.

Nothing more than a singular glance from across the arena, your eyes locking with his as the crowd roars in thunderous applause. You only hear silence, the atrocities of the battle drowned out by the weight of the memories that race through your mind. The instant reminder of what it was like to be young and in love. To chase him through the Colosseum walls in the dead of night. To feel his lips light a path along your skin and to taste the sweet cinnamon on his tongue. To whisper your fears in the shadows and to hear his promises in return.

Of lust. Of life. Of love.

Promises that he couldn't keep. That were never meant for two souls on two paths that should never have crossed. Not when he was born into a life of the grandest potential and you were born to obscurity, doomed to stay there. He was destined to lead. Destined to fight. You were only meant to return to the earth from which you came without pomp or circumstance.

But fate works in mysterious ways, and against all odds, the lines of your existence, the ones that should have run parallel, intersect in a way that neither of you could ever explain. He was there when your life erupted in ruin, death lurking as you watched the fire consume the unmoving bodies that made up your entire universe. It had been his first real battle, only a vision of all that was yet to come but enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

In the city, you would take the same streets while leading vastly different lives, he atop a chariot, unable to stop the conflict, and you in the mass that surrounded him, overwhelmed by the stench of death. The rags covering your body paled in comparison to the embellished gold and white garments hanging from his shoulders, but you were both helpless to stop the barbarity.

Yet in the darkness, you are drawn together like a moth to the flame. A chance encounter that leaves your hand in his, the moonlight illuminating the arena as he leads you through the shadows left behind, whispering in your ear as your head falls back against the hard stone. You can still see the look on his face as he picks the flowers that grow amongst the cracks, handing them to you with a final kiss on your forehead and the reassurance that he will return.

It takes years, but he does.

As blood pools on the arena floor, you wait. It's chaos around you, the surge of exiting spectators closing in as you do your best to conceal yourself in a corner. They brush past you, roughly pushing against your body until you feel his hand wrapped around yours, tugging you with the flow of the crowd until you're pulled past a door. Back into the darkness and into his arms.

It's impossible to see him, but you can feel him. Your fingers trace the unfamiliar lines now etched into his skin and the scar that runs along his cheek. When his lips find yours, you whimper, helpless to do anything else as he presses you back against the wood.

"Come with me," he whispers, more a plea than a demand, and you do. You follow him through the dim hallways until you're blinking in the bright sunlight. He keeps you close until he's locking the door to his chambers.

The afternoon breeze cools your skin as you stand in the middle of the room. "Is it truly you?" you question, unsure of yourself for the first time since you met his gaze in the arena. Certain that this is all a dream because you'd convinced yourself long ago that you were never destined to be in his arms then, the same way you aren't now.

"A version of me," he mutters, his forehead resting against the door for a moment as he breathes deeply. "Perhaps not one that deserves you any longer," he adds when he turns, moving toward you with obvious intent. His lips crash against yours regardless, his large hand at the back of your neck to steady you as he moves you toward the bed, the tension snapping when you fall against it.

His fingers brush past the fabric along your thighs, hitching it higher and exposing your flesh to his waiting tongue. You can feel him grind his hips into the bed as he licks a stripe through your center, working you until you writhe beneath his firm grasp. He lets you teeter on the edge until you're pleading with him to let you come, to bury himself inside you and let you feel for the first time in years, but he draws it out. Fingers inching past your entrance and then retreating as though eternity is stretched before you.

When he releases you from his grasp, you're on your knees, crawling back across the plush fabric as he reaches for the ties at his waist. "Leave it, Marcus," you beg him, suddenly overwhelmed by the seconds ticking by. You can feel it, death lingering in the corners, but you pull him into another kiss, trying to convey that this moment in time is fleeting. That you know already he will be taken from you the way he already has been, whether he believes it or not.

You ease him onto his back, shifting the fabric until you can close your hand around his length, guiding it to your center. Borrowed time ticks by, the setting sun casting golden light on your skin when you ease down, Marcus moaning beneath you once he's encased in your waiting heat. The darkness closes in as he takes you over the edge again and again, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat until you see stars that make the night sky pale in comparison.

And then, your time runs out.

You ease the armor onto his shoulders, gentle kisses pressed to each inch of skin that remains. You hold him in your arms as he breathes you in, promises of life uttered once more. You watch from your place amidst the shadows as he enters the arena, sword at his side, and for the briefest of moments, your eyes lock one final time.

The crowd cheers, but it is your scream that causes the guards to find you in the exact place you were never meant to be. Your knees hit the ground with the same intensity as his lifeless body, and when death finally closes in, you welcome it with open arms, because, in the end, there was never an existence for you without him.

Read the entire "Fate" Trilogy | Fate | Before | After

[novaksupremacy]

Staking A Claim - Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

hello lovelies, something about leaving these smutty little snippets as a Two-Parter just didn't sit right with me so I decided to give you a little more and give it a third leg and round off the trilogy❤️ I hope you enjoy your Sunday morning smut, and I will see you on the other side of my linear algebra with the next chapter of TVOA

just pure unadulterated, can't control themselves, smut

Word Count: 2389

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Casey was internally screaming; her body was burning. Yes, they had had sex before they left for work this morning and probably would again before they even sat down for dinner when they got home but she couldn’t breathe. She and Alex had agreed after getting caught by Donnelly twice yesterday they needed to be more careful at the office. Neither of them could really afford to be written up for their indiscretions and Liz rarely bluffed.  The redhead was trying her best to concentrate but she was uncomfortable. She sat at her desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find a position where she wasn’t throbbing for Alex. “Focus, Novak.” She muttered to herself, trying to write up all her case notes for tomorrow’s court sessions. The ADA lasted about ten minutes before she threw her pen down on the desk and stood up, she paused for a second.

“Fuck it,” she shook her head, “it can’t hurt to just go see Alex, she may need help, she may have something else to keep my mind off wanting to screw her against every piece of furniture in the building.” At this rate the prosecutor was so aroused that her suit pants were damp. She stormed down the hallway determined as she reached Alex’s door, leaning against the frame.

“Casey?” the blonde looked up from her paperwork, “You okay my darling?” she furrowed her brow, she could tell there was an air of concern on Casey’s face.

“I was just wondering if you had anything for me to do. Busy work?” She pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders.

“Casey,” the Bureau Chief giggled, “don’t you have briefs you should be working on?”

The redhead stepped inside and closed the door, “Oh I’m working on my briefs.” She grumbled as she walked up to the desk, “My boxer briefs. Alex, I can’t do this. Being told I can’t touch you has made it so much worse.” She sighed in frustration. “I feel like I am dying.”

“It cannot be quite that serious.” Alex’s blue eyes stared into Casey’s over the top of her glasses.

“Baby, it is that serious.” She walked around and sat on the edge of her girlfriend’s desk, practically pouting.

The blonde swiveled her chair to the side to face Casey and looked at her sternly. “We’re going to get fired. You can not possibly need it that badly.” She placed her hands on her lover’s knees in an attempt to comfort her.

The minute Alex’s hands touched her body, the redhead let out a tiny moan.

The chief’s eyebrow went up, as did her libido, “Fuck,” she sighed hanging her head. “Did you at least make sure that the door was locked?” She accepted defeat.

“The second I walked in,” she pulled Alex up to her by her cardigan, flush against her, wrapping her legs around the blonde’s waist. She moaned again the second their bodies came into contact. “You don’t understand baby,” she whispered in her girlfriend’s ear, “my body aches for you.” She made sure to elongate on the word “aches” and then nibbled on Alex’s neck.

“I bet it does,” Alex whispered, she grabbed Casey by the hips and pulled her even tighter to her body, “Who else is going to make you make all those gorgeous sounds as you fall apart, hmm?” she ran her finger over the outside of the redhead’s pants, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. Casey quivered at her touch, a shudder running up her spine. “Who else is going to turn Daddy into a shivering, dripping wet mess of her own making, begging to do anything I say? Hmm?” She ran the backside of her long, slender fingers down the ADA’s cheek.

The redhead couldn’t even form a complete word, let alone a strung together a sentence. Her mouth fell open to speak but all she could manage were little gasps and sighs. She let out a sultry giggle, her hand tangled in the blonde’s hair. She tightened her grip and pulled Alex’s lips to hers, her tongue taking plight on her lover’s. She wasn’t kidding when she said her body ached, it was almost as if it was physically painful not to be in contact with Alex. She had never felt this connected to another person, she couldn’t explain it but she could feel it.

As they continued to kiss, Casey finally regained a little control over her senses, slid her hand up under the blonde’s skirt, “I think you may have forgotten who’s in charge in this power dynamic.” She grinned, kissing her girlfriend again, running her fingers softly up and down, teasing as she reached the top of her inner thigh, “I guess Daddy needs to remind you who’s good girl you are.” She whispered in a soft growl causing Alex’s eyes to grow dark and her breath to hitch. “You are still my good girl, right?”

The blonde nodded, her jaw fell slack and she pressed the side of her face up against Casey’s, “Daddy,” she whispered against the redhead’s cheek, “We can’t, we’re going to get suspended. We could lose our jobs.” Alex was trying so hard to resist but she already knew, she knew she would go to jail before she would be able to resist Casey. She sighed, “You sure the door is locked?”  The redhead nodded, her breath shaky, as she carefully hiked up the blonde’s skirt. She stood up, repositioned herself in Alex’s chair lightly grasping at her thighs and pulled the beautiful woman down on to her lap.

Alex’s skirt was hoisted up around her hips, “Then take what’s yours,” she whimpered quietly. She placed her hands on the younger ADA’s cheeks and kissed her gently but firmly, “Remind me who I belong to.” She moaned quietly against her lips.

Casey slid her hand down to the blonde’s thighs, sliding red lace to the side and running two fingers through her lover’s more than apparent arousal. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, “Hail to the Chief.” A lustful smile danced across her face. She slid two fingers into Alex’s wet heat, deciding quickly this wasn’t enough and stretched her out with one more.

 This elicited a strangled cry of satisfaction as her girlfriend’s blue eyes grew wide, she needed this feeling to last. The blonde took Casey’s freehand and brought it to her throat as she began to grind against the redhead’s other hand. She kept letting go of the back of the chair, placing her hand over Casey’s and getting her to tighten her grip who would oblige for a few seconds and then loosen it again causing Alex to get more forceful.

“Baby I’m going to hurt you.” The ADA tilted her head and cooed, she was trying to comply with her girlfriend’s needs but she also was afraid to take their escapades too far.

“Then hurt me,” Alex groaned, “I trust you.” She clamped down on the redhead’s hand as she bounced up and down against her fingers.

Casey nodded and squeezed tighter. She gave just enough leeway that Alex could still get air and she sped up her thrusts as her thumb pressed against her clit, “That’s it baby, just like that beautiful.”

This made the blonde absolutely feral, the confidence that exuded from her lover when she actually got a little rough had her soaked. She was already dripping and she wasn’t even there yet. The hand she was using to tighten the redhead’s grip was now sliding down into suit pants to a very, very soaked Casey. She made it a point tease her slowly first, pulling her lover’s slick up and around her swollen clit, which caused the redhead to squeeze down harder on Alex’s neck. She felt herself getting closer and penetrated Casey trying to match pace.

The redhead’s body went hot, her moans getting louder, her hand tight to her lover’s throat. “Alexandra,” she whimpered, she knew how crazy it made her when she used her full name, “I need you to come for me.” She pulled the blonde down closer by her throat and bit down in the little spot between her neck and her jaw, never letting go, never losing pace.   

Alex could feel her orgasm building, her perky breasts bouncing in the confines of her shirt, barely getting any air—just the way she wanted it. Casey was absolutely ravaging her, she was right on the edge when she heard it, a familiar voice coming down the hall. “Fuck,” she said almost angrily, “Baby don’t stop.” Might as well go for broke she figured, her mewls getting louder as she could hear Liz Donnelly getting closer to her office door. “That’s it Daddy, right there, just like that. Almost there. Fuck, Casey.”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Liz stopped in her tracks as she got closer to the office, “this is insanity.”

“Mmm, that’s it Casey, right there.” Alex continued whimpering, the redhead’s hand still tight around her throat, her fingers starting to leave a mark. She was trying so hard to concentrate, almost at the end of her undoing, but she could still hear the chatter in the hallway. “And I swear to G-d Liz, if you touch that damn fucking door handle before I finish, I’m going to lose it!” she shouted as she slammed her hand down on the desk and pointed at the door.

The judge who was just about to try to barge in despite the locked door, guns blazing, stopped before her hand hit the handle.

The redhead who didn’t realize until that moment that Donnelly was outside the office almost halted her ministrations but managed to compose herself and fuck her Bureau Chief into an orgasm, shocked but turned on by how Alex basically told Liz to go to hell in order to make sure she didn’t stop.

The blonde took a second after unravelling to compose herself and then gently dismounted the hazel-eyed woman’s lap, giving her a passionate kiss before adjusting her skirt and walking towards the door.

“Ahh,” Casey tried to raise an objection, as Alex had her very large handprint across her throat, but the blonde waved her off.

She swung the door open, trying not to let on that she was still shaking from aftershocks, “What?! What do you need Liz? And before you say a word let me remind you that you’re not actually my boss anymore. I do not answer to you and this office has my name on it, not to mention you don’t have an appointment.” Liz opened her mouth to speak but Alex held up her finger and silenced her, “What are you going to do Liz? Run and tell Jack McCoy I perform cunnilingus on a hot redhead in my office from time to time? I would love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. So, if there’s no actual pressing matter, I’m going to close this door now.”

Liz looked over Alex’s shoulder to see a very out of breath Casey in the Bureau Chiefs chair, disheveled and panting, “Just passing by, thought I’d say hello.” Liz scowled.

“I’ll see you later Liz,” Alex rolled her eyes and went to close the door, seeing a very dumbfounded Olivia holding a large stack of DD-5s and backing up back towards the bullpen.

“Goodnight, Counselors.” Donnelly cleared her throat and turned to walk away.

As she continued down the hallway Don Cragen was walking towards her, hands in his pockets. “Evening Liz.”

“One day, Donald, one fucking day, that’s all I want. ONE!” She fumed as she continued passed him.

“O-ok,” he said confused, pulling his hands out of his pockets, holding his palms out, and watched as she continued for the door. “Goodnight Liz.” He called after her and shook his head.

Back in her office, Alex walked back over to Casey and got down on her knees, pulling the redhead’s slacks down. “Now, where were we.”

“Mmm,” the ADA quirked her brow, her green eyes glistening, “I believe I heard you say something about cunnilingus?” she bit down on her lip.

“I did,” the blonde breathed quietly, she leaned up for second to get next to the redhead’s ear, “Do you still ache for me?” she smirked, mocking the way Casey whined earlier and then sank back down to her knees.

Casey went weak, her excitement was already spilling everywhere, “Mhmm,” she nodded, “Yes.” She whispered.

Alex dove face first into her lover’s center without hesitation. Her tongue making slow, languid circles over her clit, pushing down with near constant pressure. She went back and forth between smaller and larger circles as the redhead sighed and gasped, letting out all of the little noises Alex loved. She looked up at her, watching, delighted in the redhead’s responses. Her eyes were glossy, full of desire, locked on to her girlfriend’s.

“Mmm, you know,” Casey ran her hand through her girlfriend’s hair, keeping her gaze, “You look so fucking gorgeous with my hand around your throat, but you look even better with your head between my thighs.”

It didn’t take the blue eyed adonis very long to send Casey unravelling with her skillful tongue and resilient jaw. Lapping up everything she pulled from her lover, whimpering into her heat. She added two fingers, pumping fast and hard, curling her hand as her fingers stroked against Casey’s g-spot. She stifled the redhead’s shouts with well-timed kisses. Swallowing all of her wanton moans.

The ADA took a few minutes to come down but after some deep breaths and a satisfied hum, got up and put herself back together.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Alex grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into a tender but burning kiss. “I can breathe now, and I have briefs to write.” The redhead smiled into her kiss and then stepped back. “What you did was a real service to the American people, I now can continue to fight for justice with a clear head. You’re my hero Bureau Chief Alexandra Cabot.” Casey chuckled, fixing the lapels of Alex’s jacket. “Meet you back here at seven for dinner?” She winked, lingering for a minute to drink in everything that was Alex Cabot, and then headed back towards her office.

[amymaleneart]

"The Mail Service Trilogy."

Here's part three of the trilogy of @missterious-figure Wine and Feathers AU! Was going to do some sort of feather-care, but than I thought of something better. (*tiny evil laughter*)

Enjoy!

You walk down the long private hallway of the casino, trying your best to carry the oversized package addressed to Eclipse without dropping it.  Thankfully it’s not heavy, but it sure is a little cumbersome.  

You would have already opened the package to remove its contents, as it was a part of your job to screen everything that comes in for the stars.  Except the way your manager had pretty much busted into your office and tossed the package on your desk.  Then demanded you to take it to the “prissy oversized drama-king” right away, didn’t give you much of an opportunity to make sure it was safe.  Even though he did assure you that it is all safe and okay, he continues to yell and barates the most seeked after peacock about how he has been hounding him about this particular package.  Then he starts yelling at you about how the mailroom wasn’t doing their job and should have taken it to you in the first place, even though you have nothing to do with it.

It seems ever since you got promoted to becoming their main handler, the manager seems to take any opportunity to express his frustrations and anger out on you whenever they do something he doesn’t approve of.  Often when no one else is around.

You wipe away your incoming tears onto your shoulders as you try your best to shake off the underserved berating.  But there isn’t anything you can do to change that you guess.  As far as you know, there’s no one else higher than your boss besides the owner, and you know he doesn’t come here that often to be on any kind of name basis with you.  You also know that HR is friends with your boss, so best to just leave–“Omph!”

While lost in your thoughts, you failed to realize someone was in front of you as you collided into them.  Fortunately you didn’t drop the package, but instead started to fall backwards towards the ground.  You already accepted your fate of getting a nasty headache from hitting your head onto the ground.  Yet somehow you find you’re half suspended in the air as you feel then see a large bronze leather glove cradles the small of your back.  You follow up the well muscular arm until you are face to black and hot pink face of the giant peacock harpy known as Eclipse.

He purrs as his amber eyes drinks you up like you are his favorite cocktail.  “Careful now, my darling little gloaming star.  You could have hurt your precious self and then someone would need to take care of you.”  He leans in closer, “Although, I would be more than happy to take care of you anytime, my dear little handler.”

That’s when Eclipse notices how puffy and watery your eyes are, his demeanor changes from his overly flirtatious self to one of concern.  Of course you don’t notice this because you are still reeling in from being flustered.

“I-I-I…” you swallow, “I-I have a p-package for yoooooou!?” You nearly screech out the last word as he tosses you over his shoulder, like you were fresh kill, causing you to drop the large box.  “Eclipse!” You gasp as you try to hold onto his back without pulling at any of his orange feathers.  “Wha-what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer as he bends down to pick up the box with his free hand, then continues down the hallway towards your original destination, his private dressing room.  

As you enter, you cry, “E-eclipse, please.  P-put me d-down.”

“In a moment, my sweet little honeysuckle.”  He tosses the package into his room as he turns around to shut and locks his door.  You’re not sure you like where this is going.  You know him to be the biggest flirt between the three of them, but you never thought he would outright kidnap you!  Next he flungs you off his shoulder into his open arms, holding you up high so you are face-level with his oranges, reds and pinks feather-framed face.  You found yourself squirming in his gentle embrace, having a hard time looking at his adorable face.

“Are you already?” he asks, his tenor-like voice entering into your soul like a pleasant evening breeze.

“I-I am f-fine,” you say, still refusing to look at him.  The last thing you want is for him to worry about you.

He hums as he continues to observe you.  You do recall that the name he had as a chick was “the watcher” and has developed these skills to the point you have no doubt he saw through your obvious lie.

“I-I was instructed by the manager to bring you this,” you say as you point at the package. “He…umm…said you really…(“Give that giant, overpriced feather duster his dumb package!  I am getting really sick and tired of his cocky attitude, thinking he owns the damn place.)…need it as soon as it arrives.”

Another hum leaves his mouth as his lips turn into a half-frown, like he smells a dirty rat.  He gently sets you down as if you were made of porcelain.  “I’m sorry, sweet thing.  If I had known he was going to give you such trouble, I would have practiced more patience if it would mean to save you from his wrath.”

You quickly look up at him, panic showing through your voice as you say, “No! No, it’s okay.  He didn’t do anything—” A gloved finger was placed on your lips, instantly silently you.  You stand there as you feel your face heat up in a bright blush that you’re surprised it doesn’t burn your skin.

Satisfy, Eclipse turns his attention to the partially battered package.  He picks it up to remove the tape to take out its contents.  He pulls out a large, rectangular piece of soft fabric that you quickly realized must be a king-sized blanket.  Your eyes widen as you see the bronze color shimmer against the lights in the room.  The large harpy takes two of the corners of the blanket into his hands to open up to reveal an amazing custom design of reds, hot pinks, blues, purples and bronze peacock feathers printed into the fabric.  It was almost like someone tried to take his tail feathers to enchant it into this blanket.

“I had asked the manager to help me order this.  Even used my own earnings though tips from the rich patrons to pay for this.  But it seems I should have gone to someone more…tolerable, for help.” 

Next thing you know, you are in complete darkness as Eclipse tosses the blanket on top of you.  Before you could say any sort of sound, you feel large hands grab and spin you around until you are tightly wrapped up into a comfortable human burrito.

Oh My Stars!  This is sooooo Soft!

Eclipse pulls down the blanket to reveal your star-struck face, causing him to laugh at how adorable you must look to him now.

“*hehehe* I knew you would look beautiful in my colors.”  Eclipse proceeds to pick you up, bridal-style, and walks over to his Mayan hammock he has hanging on one side of the room.  Carefully and elegantly, he turns and falls into the hanging breathable weave like he has done a million times before.  

“E-eclipse?  I-I really c-an’t–”

“Shhhhhhhhh.  Don’t worry.  You have enough time for a little break, my hardworking pheasant.”

He holds you close in his arms, ready to protect you from any danger that might come your way.

Part One: Done in an ask - Part Two: Over Here- Part Three: Here