#man i don't know this week i have felt very weird i need to lock myself in a room and have a sincere conversation with my brain

[binoculares]

feel like i'm constantly between the urgent need to conect with everyone and feel loved and needed and the deep deep boredom i have with everyone elses business. good for you or sorry that happended.

[killuintense]

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader.

Warning: first part, final part | isn't necessary to read it to understand this second part.

summary: the weeks had passed and Leon and you each time had more affectionate and... particular touches.

note: 3.2k words, fluff, comfort, smut, handjob, blowjob, oral (m!receiving), throatfucking, pulling hair, praising, soft dom and a little of perv Leon.

note: while i was writing this i was really thinking if i should do a third part but i don't know, i'm undecided, i don't want to drag it out unnecessarily but i love writing it T.T I hope you really enjoy it, comments and reblogs are always welcome!! ♡

Leon's thoughts these last weeks were an endless banquet. He was trying to sort out his thoughts and to understand these particular feelings, especially since he was already an adult and couldn't be feeling like a teenager when he was 21 years old. But simply the interactions with you had become somehow... particular.

Inevitably, seeing each other often and having to accompany you to college or to specific places where your father asked Leon to approach you had made the two of you closer. But that didn't mean you had to become more affectionate with each other, and yet there you were, giving each other glances from afar in the office, gently brushing against each other as you passed each other's desks, joking more with each other than with any other intern in the police department. And that's because Leon started out seeing you as a beautiful young woman, as that fresh breeze he so desperately needed and, don't get him wrong, he still was, but now every time he saw you besides that he felt tingly, his fingertips restless to want to touch you, to want to walk along the curve of your hips to your waist. Sometimes he surprised himself by not being able to take his eyes off that shirt that was slightly transparent, revealing the lace bra that you happened to have put on that day he had to spend all day locked up in the office doing paperwork. Even you yourself sometimes caught him looking at you as if you were a candy that they were not allowed to eat, or even desire.

For Leon it was certainly quite new to feel this way, desiring another person had not been in his plans since his youth had been so traumatic, and even when he had made the effort to have a partner, it had all been very awkward and weird. So, with those feelings on top, he sometimes felt guilty for looking at you so morbidly, as if inside you didn't flutter every time that police officer had to make an effort to get back to work so he wouldn't keep getting distracted by your innocent cleavage or your tight pants which, for some reason, you let show more when you bent down to pick up something you dropped. Not at all intentional.

You enjoyed a little -too much- pushing him to the limit, or seeing what his next reaction would be. And even though Leon was quite bashful and shy, bordering on awkward, he would sometimes surprise you when he would unconsciously make suggestive jokes or touch you almost without realizing it. And lately those interactions were becoming more and more frequent.

"Today you seem to have a different hairstyle, do you want to conquer a boy in your university perhaps?" he joked, while he took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee for you and fiddled with a loose strand of your hairstyle; it was nothing new or particular, but that man seemed to see with dazzling eyes even the most ordinary thing in you. That day you had stopped by his desk to leave him some coffee, and apparently he took advantage of the fact that there weren't many officers hanging around the office to get up from his chair and stretch a bit. Although it was just an excuse to see you better.

"From college? Do you think there aren't hot cops here?" you played along and laughed as you denied "Actually that's the hairstyle I wear almost every day, rookie" you raised an eyebrow and gently pulled him closer, crossing your arms across your chest as you gave him a gentle swat on his arm with amusement. You felt your breath fail you every time you were close to him and he seemed to stop being so shy, and the fact that he was rarely so bold made you want him more and more, wanting to get his attention in every possible way caused a relentless heat in your chest and other parts of your body. More than one you wanted the blond in front of you to touch them.

Every week felt like you were getting more and more affectionate, as if every time they passed the need to get a little closer and feel a little more unbearable. Like the time you had approached him to hand him some papers that as a favor your father had given you for Leon, and he had rested his hand absentmindedly on your waist giving you a light squeeze, saying 'Thank you'. It had warmed you up in a way to see him so focused on his work and that without thinking twice, his first reaction would have been to grab your waist in such a possessive way. What you ignored, as you soon went about your business, was that Leon became aware of your movements and was now as red as a tomato, his hand still tingling from having touched you in that way. You also sometimes found yourself running your hands over his shoulders and massaging him 'friendly' feeling how his hardened muscles under your touch relaxed little by little, and he sighed with pleasure. Oh, God, so many scenarios.

Sometimes you felt like a pervert with poor Leon, as if you were going to corrupt that good boy behavior he had, the full-fledged cop who sought to protect everyone. You liked to imagine him in scenarios totally unsuitable for him. Pushing you up against his desk when it was just the two of you in the office, imprisoning himself inside you without caring if anyone came in and saw you. Would he ever do it? Did he even see you that way? Anyway, you were still content with his little touches and whispers in your ear while you were in the break room.

"Seriously" both of you sharing complicated giggles. He was gently caressing your hand and you were denying; it was such an obvious but intimate flirtation between the two of you "You should come patrol with me, you know? I look very professional doing it" he gave a look of superiority that you swore was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your whole fucking sight. You wanted to devour him.

"Leon, you'd be distracted, you always make dumb jokes when you're together" you scolded him and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, caressing slight abstract shapes on your skin as he shrugged, downplaying it.

"I can handle that" he spoke, taking a sip of his coffee, which he swallowed quickly as soon as he seemed to remember something "In fact, when I was in the police academy they gave me a course on how to patrol having sweet spoiled little girls as co-pilot" he stated, earning a bump on his pelvis with your hip, unsettling him a bit as he staggered back, laughing even more.

"You're unbearable, Kennedy" you snorted, laughing as you saw that he kept looking at you, smiling mockingly but with that look of sweetness in his eyes, knowing that he was saying all those things to see you smile; because only your smile could undo all the bad in his day. Although, you thought it would be fun to leave him a little souvenir of you for bothering him "Anyway, I have to get on with my thing. See you, Leon" before walking away you left a little kiss on his neck, since it was the closest you had without having to stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheek, because of the height difference. You surprised him, yes, but he remembered you even more at the end of the day, when he was taking off his suit in the locker area.

"Roookie, you look like you've been having fun lately, don't you?" one of his buddies said to him as he finished putting his uniform away in the locker corresponding to him. Several other cadets came over to see what he was referring to while Leon looked on in confusion as they laughed pointing at his neck. As soon as he saw himself in the nearest mirror he could see the mark of a kiss made with carmesi lipstick. The same one that you always wore; but that only Leon noticed when he saw you so close. Was he serious? He had been walking around all day with a kiss of yours marked on his skin. You were really terrible, spoiled and defiant.

Yes, she had to put up with a couple of teasing but... she had to admit that she seriously thought about not removing the mark from her neck. However, he didn't want your father to banish him from his post forever. Although for you and your sweet mouth on his neck he would think about it as many times as necessary.

That day was one like any other for Leon, he got up early in the morning, took a quick shower and ate what breakfast he had time for before rushing off to the police station in his Jeep, arriving after ten minutes. He was a little disappointed not to see you glued to your books like every morning, reading text after text with a frown and a pencil glued to your lips with interest, deciphering every sentence you came across. With some laziness for not having your jokes and comments so early in the morning, she went to the locker room to put on her uniform and start with the paperwork once and for all.

His day continued to be boring, and he thought patrol time would be just as monotonous as usual until he spotted you across the street, as beautiful as ever. You were talking to what appeared to be a classmate from your college; you were wearing a short but straight skirt, clinging to your curves along with a tight but long-sleeved T-shirt with a high neck, leaving to the imagination as it clung suggestively to your chest. His gaze went down to your legs, his eyes wandered over your thighs, he wanted to squeeze them and sink into them, bite into them; these were covered by full, thin but dark stockings and brown mid-calf boots. Everything looked so good on you, so elegant but sensual at the same time. Almost felt the need to be able to look at you and proudly say 'Yes, that girl over there is mine'.

"Leon?" your soft voice mixed with a little giggle brought him out of his thoughts, you were tapping on the glass of the patrol car, waving with a wave of your hand while smiling with surprise as you confirmed that it was Leon. He opened the door of the vehicle and let you in.

"Hey, what were you doing here?" he asked almost immediately, an overprotective tone was present since it was quite common that that area was quite dangerous and far from your university "You know it's not safe" he almost scolded, but you ignored him leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as a greeting as it was customary between you. However, what that meant was that every time you did so Leon's tongue seemed to get tongue-tied.

"Damn, you're serious about police work with me, you know?" you laughed. "But relax, I just had to get together with a partner for work, officer, no big deal..." you tugged one of his blond hairs playfully, listening to the soft sigh from his lips, giving up on you. He continued driving while he asked you about your day, and warned you that as soon as the patrol was over he would catch up with you at the station or your house "In fact... you owed me the ride" you said playfully "You know, you should put into practice what they taught you at the academy, patrolling with a spoiled girl as a co-pilot" you reminded him, and Leon let out a soft laugh, denying.

"Luckily I passed that test so I've got it covered, pretty girl" his gaze stayed on the road, one of his hands glued to the steering wheel and the other maneuvering the gearshift, braking on the side as he scanned the sides, checking to make sure there was nothing strange or out of place around the area. He was about to resume the ride when he felt your hand gently squeeze his thigh, causing him to look at you somewhat nervously. "Why...?" the words caught in his throat and he had to swallow as best he could to keep from choking, as you were getting higher and higher and he was not a person with much self-control over the natural reactions his body could have.

"Because I missed you... yesterday and today we almost didn't get to see each other" you weren't playing when you said that, and the soft pout on your lips melted Leon, sending a pang to the tip of his dick, making him like a hormonal teenager become fully hard in a matter of seconds. He was so embarrassed, he could feel the wetness of the precum staining his underwear and if he kept it up, feeling your hand squeezing his hard cock, it would eventually stain his uniform. "Leon... can I...?" the need in your voice, saying that almost like a pleading moan. Leon would die right then and there, and he thought about telling you no, he didn't want to put you in that situation but he was so horny and needy for you and your mouth that he nodded with pathetic quickness.

"Y-yes... ah... fuck" he hissed as your fingers quickly unbuckled his belt. He lifted his hips helping you pull down his underwear and his cock slapped against his abdomen as you brought your face dangerously close to his dripping, weeping head. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your ears sweetened with the gasps he let out so desperate to feel the warmth of your mouth with your throat squeezing him so that you learned every fucking vein on his dick desperate for you. "Please don't punish me like that..... Oh, shit" he moaned throwing his head back, sinking his hair into the headboard. You had run your tongue outlining his hot, dripping shaft, your saliva leaving a hot trail as you eagerly collected his wetness.

"I didn't know you were so big, with that innocent little face of yours, you keep such a big cock" you whispered into his tip, and he in a spasm lifted his pelvis, causing his head to brush your lips. Your hands traveled from his thighs to his phallus, squeezing it to create friction as you moved up and down nonchalantly, making a torturous, slow dance. You wanted to know what he would do to make you take him in your mouth, you wanted to make him desperate to fuck the inside of your mouth as if his life depended on it. But you knew he was trying hard not to cum right there; so sensitive.

"For God's sake, I'm going to explode, just... just suck it all at once" his voice became a little harsh, and you were already feeling so wet and throbbing. But your boy was waiting for you so you giggled and took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking with desire and devotion. It felt warm and somewhat salty, slippery but at the same time sticky and Leon's hand traveled to your hair 'Wow.... Pretty desperate' you thought, and that thought triggered a smoldering need to keep driving him to the edge of driving him crazy. So without making him wait any longer you shoved as much as you could into your mouth, getting used to the size because, shit, Leon sure was thick. He squeezed your hair and stretched it gently, moaning sharply as he rammed into your mouth for the first time. Your legs turned to jelly and you trembled, lowered and raised your head as you settled his cock in your throat making it as deep as possible so it would go all the way in, squeezing you around it. Obscene noises and moans from both of you graced the patrol car that Leon was thankful was armored. "God, your mouth, fuck, so good, you suck me so good" he moaned, not even thinking about what he was saying, raising and lowering his hips carelessly as he plunged your head deeper to get deeper. He delighted in your moans and choked sounds trying not to drown you out, or let out tears at how full your mouth felt. Your nose gently brushed against his pubic hair, just as blond as everything else on him; it made you drunk, it made you wetter and wetter.

"Mhm!" you moaned, your mouth being fucked by Leon's desperation and excitement over and over again. Each time he moaned and rammed more sloppily and hearing you squeal low was enough to make him want to push you away so he could finish the job of masturbating himself. Yet you denied, sucking on his veins, cupping his glans on your cheek, doing a thousand and one things with his juicy cock that you had fantasized nights and nights about sucking while you masturbated without any qualms. You felt him stiffen and curse and before you knew it you were having Leon's seed in your throat. It was hot, thick, plentiful; it filled your mouth and escaped from the corner of your lips and you commanded it so well that the blond felt like he was going to pass out, letting out an errant spasm. You swallowed it all with pride, pride that came from having made that hot blond -which caused all your friends to ask you for his phone number-, have probably the biggest orgasm of his life just from your mouth. He even tried to speak, but the words didn't come out coherently, apologizing to you for cumming so fast, thanking you for sucking him so well. "Shh... it's okay, babe" you stroked his cheek and wiped the corner of your lips. Leon avoided looking at you so he wouldn't get hard again.

With your help he adjusted his pants and before he could speak again you were kissing, now with sweetness and curiosity. Both of you exploring each other for the first time, him feeling his own taste in your mouth and you feeling his mouth so warm and wet. "I..." he sighed as they pulled away for air, leaving a wet kiss on your neck "I promise to return the favor, I really do" he spoke as best he could and you laughed. His hands squeezed and pampered your body as if it was the last time he was going to touch you. You stroked his hair and he settled into your chest, inhaling that sweet scent you gave off.

"I'll take your word for it, Kennedy."

[cloverthebarbearian]

Do You Think Of Me...?

Rolan x AFAB/OC, NSFW, 6,034 Words

A fic inspired by an incredible piece of fanart by @sammakesart, the full image of which is a patreon exclusive that is well worth the money and has been living in my head rent free for weeks. For WEEKS. (Ref Sheet for OC)

"I mean. We live in the tower now, yeah? And its Big and all, but we still like to have rooms near each other. I don't know, it feels safe… comfortable, after everything. To know we're close by. But it also means, sometimes, things aren't always… private…" Clover slowly took sips from their pint, eyes still locked on Cal's darting gaze. Biting his lip, knuckles white in his lap. Clover's eyebrows raised, "Okay? And?" Cal lowered his head, "Pleeease don't make me say it…" Lia threw her head back and nearly yelled out in exasperation, "GOOOODS Cal you're such a BABY sometimes. Listen, Clover… Clover. We know," she shoots Clover an intense stare, "We knoooow things. About Rolan. Things no siblin's should know," her hand reached out to grab their arm, "An' Rolan? Reeeeeeaaally misses you…" a knowing smile crept up on her face. Clover's cheeks felt warm, but they weren't even sure why. The gears in their head not fully turning as the alcohol worked through their veins. "What… what do you mean?"

It was a lively evening at the Elfsong. Swarms of friends deep in drink and song flooded the tables of the tavern, the Hero of Baldur's Gate among them. Busy catching up with Cal and Lia, Clover took a healthy chug of their pint amidst the laughter around them.

"And THEN he tried to tell us 'an unseen servant would be more useful'," Lia continued her ranting, "Like, sure Rolan. Good luck gettin' an invisible jester ta' help with your customers."

Apparently, Rolan had been particularly difficult to work with this past week. Between drinks, Lia was busy retelling all of his criticisms and complaints over his siblings earnest attempts to help him run Sorcerous Sundries. Now that he was the Master of Ramazith's Tower, he had to learn all of said Tower's secrets - on top of learning to run an already successful business. Admittedly an overwhelming task as is, and likely even more so for a perfectionist like Rolan.

Cal followed Lia's complaints with his own, "I get that it's been a lot as of late. But you'd think the man would be grateful to have the extra hands about! And it's not like the patrons are complaining. Hells, some bloke even tried to ask Lia on a date after shift!"

Clover raised an eyebrow to Lia at that, who simply shrugged and sipped her own drink, "He was like, 60 years old at least. Or maybe 600. I think he was an Elf? Besides, if anything, its Rolan who needs someone to ask 'em out. Hopefully someone to help yank the stick from 'is arse." Clover snorted out a laugh in response.

"You really think that would help?" They pondered aloud, "Gods, I can't even see Rolan out on a date. Let alone finding someone attractive. That man only seems to care for Tomes and the Weave," Clover chuckled to themselves, "I mean hey, Mystra's single now, maybe I could set them up..."

Cal and Lia shot each other knowing glances, poorly hidden smiles curling at the corner of their lips. This was a look that Clover recognized immediately. That token Sibling Telepathy. Clover dropped their pint on the bar with a thud and planted their palms on the counter, shooting them their own knowing glance.

"Okay," they pointed between the two of them, "What's all this?"

The siblings eyes darted at Clover and then each other, trying to hide their bubbling laughter.

"Us?" Lia said sarcastically, hands raising up in feigned innocence, "Nothin'! Nothin', honest."

"Y-yeah," Cal said with a lilt in his voice, "You're totally right that Rolan doesn't even find anyone attractive, even. The mans practically a… a Eunuch!"

Lia groaned, "Cal, ew."

Clover rolled their eyes, "You two clearly know something. Some weird secret that I guess I'm not privy to," They folded their arms across their chest, "Very rude to withhold information from the person who's saved your lives on probably, Seven different occasions at this point?"

"Oh c'mon Clove, you can't hold that against us forever," Cal groaned.

"I actually think I can," Clover retorted, "Until you've saved my life seven times, at least." They picked their drink back up and finished the final gulp, tapping their mug against the counter with a wink in request for the barmaid to top them off once more before turning back to Cal.

"Alright Bud, I know you can't keep a secret. So, what the Hells are you two keeping from me?" Cal suddenly turned a bit pale, eyes wide.

"Clover, y-you know I don't do well under pressure…"

Clover leaned in closer to him, their barbarian eyes narrowing, a bite in their voice, "Exactly."

Lia, now tiptoeing between drunk and utterly sloshed, ran her finger around the rim of her cup, giggling to herself, "Clover… you're gonna make'm piss 'imself."

Cal groaned, "Listen, I'll tell you. But it's just. It's weird! It's weeeeeird, Clove."

The dwarf grinned to themselves in victory, "Alright, then. Spill." Lia stared at Cal with a sly grin.

"Yeah Cal. Tell 'em Rolan's little secret~" Cal groaned once more, shoving his face into his palms.

"Okaaay," Cal relented, "Gods above, I… Auuugh, so. How do I even…" he was struggling to find his words, "I mean. We live in the tower now, yeah? And its Big and all, but we still like to have rooms near each other. I don't know, it feels safe… comfortable, after everything. To know we're close by. But it also means, sometimes, things aren't always… private…"

Clover slowly took sips from their pint, eyes still locked on Cal's darting gaze. Biting his lip, knuckles white in his lap. Clover's eyebrows raised, "Okay? And?"

Cal lowered his head, "Pleeease don't make me say it…"

Lia threw her head back and nearly yelled out in exasperation, "GOOOODS Cal you're such a BABY sometimes. Listen, Clover… Clover. We know," she shoots Clover an intense stare, "We knoooow things. About Rolan. Things no siblin's should know," her hand reached out to grab their arm, "An' Rolan? Reeeeeeaaally misses you…" a knowing smile crept up on her face. Clover's cheeks felt warm, but they weren't even sure why. The gears in their head not fully turning as the alcohol worked through their veins.

"What… what do you mean?"

Lia's smile turned even cheekier as she threw her head back - fake, exaggerated moans falling from her lips, "Ohhh~ Fuuuck, Clover- Yes Clover, please! Take me jus' like that," her speech slurred as she rocked her hips in frantic thrusts. Cal lowered his head onto the bar's tabletop as Clover's eyes went wide and their face went fully flush.

"Oh, my Gods…" they muttered to themselves, lifting their pint back to their lips. Lia's mocking cries turned to raucous laughter.

"I'm jus' saying. If anyone could get that man to relax…" she lifted her cup in Clover's direction before taking another hearty swig.

Suddenly, the gears in Clover's skull decided to start working. Frantically.

"Well, then," they announced, hopping off of their bar stool, "maybe I should go get the job done."

Cal and Lia once again exchanged wide eyed stares with each other, "What, like… like, right now?" Lia asked, as if shocked into a sudden sobriety. Clover chugged their nearly full pint in a handful of large, thirsty gulps. The final drops of liquid courage they needed before slamming the glass back onto the counter.

"Yeah, I guess like, Right Now. Y'all've had a hell of a week, right? If I can help…" Clover smiled to themselves, "It's kind of what I do," they gave Cal a cocky grin, "I will count this as saving your life, again. Mark me up to eight."

"Gods dammit," Cal let his head fall back onto the bar. Lia began laughing, clasping her gut as she bellowed.

"He should still be closing up at the Sundries!" Lia started hollering after Clover as they began to leave the Elfsong, "We'll stay here tonight, so take your time!"

Clover heard Cal stammer out, "Lia, that's disgusting!" Before walking into the cool night air.

Sorcerous Sundries was but a brief walk away. And Clover couldn't help all but skipping towards their unknowing wizard, his dirty secret at the forefront of their mind...

The open doors of Sorcerous Sundries allowed a pleasant breeze to flow through the lobby. Rolan took in a breath of fresh air, busying himself balancing the account records of sales for the evening. A small crew of mage hands floated around him, carrying stacks of sales records, tomes to be organized, sorting through everything from profits to taxes to local investments.

He'd typically give himself the time to pat his own back at his creative means of multitasking. If only his mind weren't so overcome with the newfound pressures being Ramazith's Master have brought him. Yes, the Sundries was a success trade business. Yes, the tower held treasures and secrets and power aplenty. But Gods, had Lorroakan ever opened a checkbook in his life? The debts this man owed, the back taxes and unkept promises Rolan was now forced to follow up on. Though grateful to not have a cane to his jaw, the stress of picking up his former Master's mess was taking its toll.

The faint footsteps of a guest entering the building could be heard across the tiled floors.

"Ah, terribly sorry but we are closed for the evening- Oh," he glanced up from his busy work to see the Hero of Baldur's Gate approaching the Sundries counter, "it's You," he mumbled, the voice of customer hospitality lost in his tone, "What do you want?" He questioned, adjusting the pair of reading glasses sat atop the point of his nose, glancing back down at his records.

Clover hesitated a moment, "Ouch, not the warm welcome I was anticipating. Is this how you treat all your customers?"

"I don't anticipate you're here to purchase something," Rolan remarked, focus fully back on his paperwork. The mage hands organizing the storefront flitted around Clover's head as they continued to approach the counter. Rolan just barely took his eyes from his work to peak up at the dwarf in front of him. He paused, "Did you need something?"

Clover slid their hands across the countertop, "Oh, what? I can't just… happen to be in the neighborhood, dropping by to say hello to an old friend?"

Rolan rolled his eyes back to his work, "We're friends now, is it? And here I thought you were nothing more than my siblings overpaid babysitter," Clover's head cocked to the side.

"You don't pay me."

Rolan flipped to a new page on his countertop.

"I know."

Clover rolled their eyes, strumming their fingers against the polished wood, pondering how to get to occupied wizard's attention. He was dressed so casual - his robes gone, wearing just his loose undershirt and fitted trousers. Emboldened by the alcohol still buzzing through their bloodstream, and their newfound knowledge of Rolan's secret desires, they decided to walk themselves behind the Sundries counter.

"This space is for employees only," Rolan commented, without looking up from his records. Clover paid him no mind, walking up to him and lifting themselves onto the counter directly in front of the Wizard, who responded by sighing. Exhausted and irritated, he hung his head, laying his palms down on the counter before him, "Would you kindly be an utter inconvenience somewhere else? I'm trying to work here," he gestured to his documents, but couldn't seem to look the barbarian in the eyes.

"Oh, Rolan, I'm hurt," Clover responded, "Is that really what you think of me? I'm just an, 'utter inconvenience'?"

"Right now? Yes!" Frustrated, he finally found himself looking at Clover's face. But rather than maintaining his building rage, his breath caught in his throat.

They were much closer to him than he initially realized. He could see their mismatched eyes so clearly. Clear enough to see - no, smell - the magic enchanted in the blue glass eye to his left. He could also smell the heavy alcohol on their breath. Though their dwarven fortitude kept them composed, the sour wheat smell of beer was unmistakable. He found it mixed beautifully with their natural sent of musk, the sugar plum soaps he knew they preferred, and that faintest whiff of copper, from all the blood that often soaks their body after battle. Caught in the sheer aura of them, he nearly didn't register as Clover's hands gently gripped at his forearms resting at their sides.

"I'm sorry," they lied, "I must be a real bother right now. I'm sure you're thinking of a million different ways to get me out of your hair," they made a point of dragging their right hand up his neck and tangling their fingers into the hair on his nape. Without even thinking, Rolan's hands moved from the countertop to hesitantly reach for their thighs. Fingers hovering, as if touching them in earnest would cause them to vanish.

"Don't you just wish there were some way you could… shut me up?" Clover's heavy gaze flitted between his eyes and his lips. Rolan swallowed a lump building in his throat, and (unsuccessfully) tried to will away the growing pressure in his pants.

"C-Clover, what are you-"

"Tell me something Rolan," they interrupted, using their free hand to remove the glasses from his face. Their noses brushed against each other as warm breath mixed in the air between them.

"Do you ever think of me when you cum?"

Rolan's entire body shuddered, from head to toe to the tip of his tail. His fingers clenched around their thighs as he pulled their bodies flush.

"I…" He choked, holding his breath for a second that felt like an eternity, before letting himself go.

"Yes," was all he managed to say in response. Spoken in a heavy breath - a whisper, a moan, a prayer. They were already so close, neither one knew who moved first. But as soon as the word left his throat, their lips crashed together in a frenzy.

There was no patience, it was not gentle. Clover fueled by liquid courage and Rolan fueled by sheer desire. Tongues tangled as shared saliva slowly dripped from the corners of their mouths. They kissed each other as much as they breathed each other in, only pulling apart once Rolan bit Clover's bottom lip. Tugging at it gently, just barely breaking skin with his sharp incisors. Chests heaving as they both took a moment to collect themselves. Rolan lifted a hand in the air, eyes lidded and unfocused. With a flick of his wrist, Clover could hear the doors to the Sundries closing and locking shut, as the lights inside dimmed to the gentle flicker of that magical blue/green glow of enchanted flames.

"Well, someone sure knows how to set the mood," Clover quipped, draping their arms around Rolan's neck and leaning back in for a kiss. Which he returned, deeply, but briefly, before breaking away from them again. Clover whimpered in disappointment, trying to pull him back towards them. But Rolan's hands reached up to their arms around him, stilling their movements for a moment.

"Clover…" he whispered, his voice deep and aching, "Why are you here?"

He looked confused, almost scared, his burning yellow eyes glowing in the dim lighting, unwilling to look at them. It hurt Clover enough to not laugh in response, but they never thought Rolan capable of being so dense.

"Is it… is it not obvious?" Their fingers played with his hair. Rolan scoffed, smiling weakly.

"It just feels, surreal. It feels like I'm dreaming…" Clover lowered their head to catch his gaze.

"Well, you're not," they said softly, "but let's pretend that you are. Let's pretend this is a dream," they nudged against his nose with their own, trying to catch his lips, "You're dreaming. And I'm here," they whispered, "What do you want to do with me?"

Something stirred in Rolan's chest. Without looking at them, he captured their lips again, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of their shirt. He began to lift the cloth upwards, but stilled himself, pulling his lips away just for a moment. Clover smiled, whispering approval to continue before catching his lips again. Rolan pulled their shirt up, the hem resting on his wrists as his thumbs traced the shape of their skin, cupping their breasts as he passed over them.

Clover stilled their kiss briefly to let out a moan, and Rolan took the opportunity to remove their shirt completely before returning his kisses to their lips, down their chin, down their neck. Clover's arms wrapped tightly around him, hands holding the back of his head as his tongue traced a wet line from their neck downwards. He explored their skin, finding the shallow dips between their collar bone, kissing down lower until his tongue and hands met their puckering nipples.

"Fuck, Rolan..." Clover moaned, gripping his head by his hair and pushing his face into their chest. Rolan responded in kind with a deep, purring moan. His lips fully encompassing their nipple while his tongue traced around it. Quick, frantic flicks of his tongue followed by desperate sucking left Clover's chest bruised and swollen. When Rolan lifted his head up for a breath, he kissed Clover once more, then returned his focus to their other breast, making sure he provided both with equal pleasure.

The sounds leaving Clover's mouth were bordering on sinful. They had their legs wrapped around Rolan's body, kicking their shoes off their feet and rocking themselves into him. They could feel their own arousal pooling between their legs. Their hips bucked aggressively as Rolan took the stiff bud on their chest between his teeth, and pulled. Clover threw their head back and whined in pleasure.

Rolan smiled, his hands leaving the curve under their breasts and traveling down the soft skin of their torso. He hooked his fingers under the fold of their waistband, tracing his sharp nails across their skin towards the center of their pants. He began to deftly untie the laces of their trousers. Clover unhooked their legs from behind his back so he could pull the rest of their clothes from their body.

Rolan ran his hands along Clover's thighs as he removed one pant leg after the other. Fully exposed, Rolan took a step back to appreciate the creature in front of him.

Clover's chest was heaving, their pale neck and chest marked red from all the kisses and bites Rolan left on their skin. Their legs were spread wide open for him, the folds of their cunt dripping and twitching in anticipation. They had one hand propping themselves up on the countertop, but the other was dancing across their skin, tracing the ghost of Rolan's own fingers in his absence. They shivered, the chill of their bare skin mixed with anticipation.

"I know you're enjoying yourself," Clover mumbled, breath heavy with lust, "but if you don't come back over here and touch me, I'll-"

Rolan nearly tripped over himself returning to their embrace. He grabbed behind their ear with one hand, pulling their hips into him with the other, kissing them so deeply Clover could feel him shaking against them, before pulling away from them abruptly.

"What are you limits?" He asked in haste. Clover's response was hazy and confused.

"My… what?"

"How far are you willing to go with me? Do we need a… a… a signal? A safeword? To tell me to stop, or…" His hand tightened against their waist.

Clover smiled. Even in a situation like this - sat here completely naked, their body visibly yearning for him - he was so nervous. So mindful. They reached their hands under his chin and kissed him softly.

"We can do whatever you want," they kissed him again, a gentle laugh escaping their lips before saying, "though I wouldn't mind being thoroughly ravaged by you."

Rolan let out a sharp, sudden laugh. Or perhaps a grunt, even. Something almost animal.

"Then I hope you'll allow me to indulge myself," he responded, before quickly dropping to his knees. Hooking his arms behind Clover's thighs, he pulled them to the very edge of the counter, letting their legs drape over his shoulders. A wild look flashed across his eyes before he began planting kisses along Clover's inner thighs. Kisses, and bites, not shying away from biting hard enough to draw blood between their legs. Clover gave a sharp inhale, causing Rolan to glance up at them, an unspoken question.

Clover ran their fingers through his hair, clenching their legs a touch tighter against his back, nodding for him to continue. He purred again, a sound Clover's core was beginning to respond to in kind, before biting their soft inner thigh once more, creeping closer to their center. They smiled and shuddered, letting their head lull back, "Do all tieflings purr like that?"

Rolan licked the blood from their thigh, kissing their skin ever inwards, "Only when we're excited," he responded, before sliding his thumbs up between the folds of their cunt, spreading them open for him. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of their desire, and ran his tongue up their dripping arousal. He sucked their clit into a kiss, rolling the sensitive nub against his tongue.

Clover's hand immediately went from a fistful of Rolan's hair straight to his horn, pulling him in closer, "My Gods, Rolan - Fuck!" They nearly screamed as his mouth explored them. Thighs gripped tightly against his head, their hips rocking with a sudden urgency. Rolan could hardly control himself as he moaned, and gasped, and devoured their cunt. The nectar dripping from their swollen lips worth more to him in this moment than air to breathe.

He slid his tongue inside of them, holding the lips of their pussy open between two fingers with his left hand, and carefully massaging their clit with his thumb. Rolan could feel the inner walls of Clover's sex trying desperately to clench around him as he ate them out, and lulled his eyes up to look into theirs.

Clover was putty under his touch. Their chest was heaving, sweat building on their brow. Their cheeks were flush, their eyes were watering. Seeing the way their body responded to him made Rolan's dick twitch painfully beneath the restraints of his pants.

He slid a hand around Clover's thigh. A feeble attempt to loosen the barbarian's grip, which they thankfully understood. Rolan leaned back a moment for a breath of air before standing tall and crashing their lips together, allowing Clover to taste their own sweet musk of arousal. They had draped their arms around Rolan's neck, while the wizard frantically attempted to remove his own garments. Clover caught on to his movements and began assisting in removing his shirt as he wrestled with his own trousers. Both parties having a difficult time as they refused to let go of each other's lips in the process.

"I hope - it's not - to forward," he said between kisses, "But I - I," he grabbed Clover's face and held them in a deep, steady kiss, before pulling them away, "I think if I - If I don't have sex with you this instant, I may - I may go mad."

He took Clover's hand and brought it down to his throbbing member, though he let them take their own time in touching him.

They looked into him, a coy smile and devilish gaze behind their eyes. They gingerly took the tiefling's erection in their hand, and Rolan's knees all but buckled in response. He had to grip onto the countertop to stop himself from collapsing. Clover laughed quietly under their breath, stroking his cock with increasing fervor.

Rolan kissed them again, quickly tracing his mouth from their lips to the crook of their neck. Clover wrapped their legs around the small of his back, guiding the tip of his dick towards their desperate heat. They rocked themselves against him, sliding the length of his shaft between their slick folds. They could feel his entire body tremble against them, hearing the sweetest whimpers escape him as his face remained buried in their shoulder.

Barely audible, he tilted his head toward their ear and weakly begged them, "Clover… please…"

They traced the end of his cock back to their pulsing entrance and rolled their hips against him, allowing the tip to gain entry. They could feel Rolan's breath catch. His hands found their way to Clover's hips once more, holding them steady at the edge of the counter as he slid his entire length inside them with ease. The complex curves and ridges of his infernal features could be felt within Clover's walls.

"Rolan…" His name fell from their lips in a desperate moan as the tip of his cock reached the deepest parts of them.

Rolan stilled once fully sheathed, Clover's cunt pulsing and throbbing against him in pure anticipation. They rolled their hips ever so slightly. Rolan cursed in response, his voice shaky and low.

He began to drag himself out of their pussy once more, almost reluctant to leave them, until just his tip was teasing the entrance of their hole.

Rolan slammed his cock into them, hands fixed upon their waist so firmly his nails were threatening to break skin. He gave Clover a few long, powerful thrusts like this. Dragging himself out nearly in full before burying himself within them.

Soon enough the long, drawn out strokes were replaced with closer, more frantic thrusts. Rolan's hips barely leaving the embrace of Clover's own as he humped them like an animal in heat.

Rolan lifted himself from the shallow curve where Clover's neck met their shoulder. He pressed his forehead to theirs, grunting hard as he fucked them. Clover's hand gripped the back of his neck as they held his wanton gaze.

"How long have you wanted this?" They asked, panting, their hold on his neck tightening, "How long have you wanted to fuck me like this?"

Rolan's pace picked up, keening under his partner's commanding presence.

"Since - Since Last Light," he stuttered between his heaving breaths and desperate thrusts, "S-Since you saved - saved them. Since you s-saved us. Since you - Ah - since you freed me of - of my tormentor - and made me Master of this Tower," his movements grew sporadic and urgent as he spoke.

Clover laughed as they moaned, "Oh fuck, Rolan, that's right. You're the Master of this Tower now," They gripped him by his hair and gently yanked his head back. The whimper that escaped Rolan's lips at their touch was pitiful. Clover began running kisses up and down his neck, before tracing their tongue below his ear.

"Fuck me, Master Rolan," the lust dripping from their voice was intoxicating. Rolan's hectic and rhythmless thrusting sped up, his moans entirely debauched. Clover could feel their cunt clenching around him as they inched towards their own release.

"Yes, Clover - Fuck!" Rolan moaned and whined as he felt them on the edge, "Take your Master's cock. Take me just - just like that," Clover's grip on his hair tightened as their mouth opened against his neck.

"Rolan!" They nearly wept as they came over his thrusting cock, juices spilling out of them with every shallow plunge.

"Gods, Clover, I'm - I," he could barely finish his attempted warning before Clover caught him completely by surprise, pushing him out of them and dropping onto their knees. They gripped his cock as the shaft pulsed beneath their touch, laying the head of him against their tongue. They stroked him frantically, his member still sticky and wet with their juices.

"Fuuuuck!" Rolan's hands fell to the counter as a powerful orgasm ran through him. His legs shook as thick lengths of cum released into Clover's mouth. Strings of his spend so long they reached across their cheeks and nose. Clover smiled as they rubbed him through his release, sucking on his head to milk every last drop of him.

Once the last of the aftershocks finished running through him, Rolan dropped to the floor to join his equally exhausted partner. Their backs resting against the counter shelves. Slick with sweat, heaving chests, swollen lips, both covered in marks from each others touch.

Clover leaned their head against the wizards shoulder. Rolan placed his head atop theirs, turning and planting a kiss in their hair. Clover ran their fingers on the floor absentmindedly. Rolan took notice, and slid his own hand across the floor a touch, gently nudging his sharp claws against the dwarf's rugged, calloused hands. They responded immediately, interlacing their fingers with his own.

They turned to look up at the man who had just well and truly fucked them near senselessness. They had never seen him so disheveled. His hair was loose and curling with is sweat. He was still panting, this likely being some of the hardest physical work a magic user like him has had to do in quite some time. Still naked, Clover took the time to examine the man's infernal features. The spikes and grooves on his chest and shoulders that so starkly contrasted their own soft and squishy stomach and thighs.

They took their free hand and ran it up his chest, tracing the bumps under his skin. Rolan jumped at the unexpected touch and looked down at his partner, equally debauched. He laughed as he attempted to wipe some of his now drying spend from their face, instead opting for a quick prestidigitation. Clover smiled.

"How are you feeling?" They asked. They weren't really sure what to say, now that the deed had been done. But they were here to help him relax, after all. They should at least find out if it worked.

"How am I feeling?" Rolan responded, almost in disbelief, "That's a rather loaded question, I mean... I still feel like I must be dreaming -"

"But you're not," Clover interrupted, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

"I… yes. Okay, yes, but I'm not," he sighed, resigning to the truth of the situation, "Then I feel like… I feel like I just, um…" He cleared his throat, "I feel as though I just bed the most beautiful creature in all the realms. Gods, in my place of business, no less. I hate to see the mess we've made in proper lighting," He trailed off into his thoughts, almost embarrassed by circumstances.

Clover climbed onto his lap, straddling him in an attempt to get his full focus, "Thank you ever so much for the very literal explanation of our current situation," they expressed with a playful mocking tone, their hands running up and down his arms, "But I do in fact mean how are you feeling, emotionally. Do you feel okay?"

Rolan sat still for a moment. As if he truly needed to consider whether or not he felt okay after all of this. Clover's heart was pounding, suddenly worried if this was a bad idea. That is until Rolan reached up for their face, pulling them in for a tender kiss. When he let them pull away, he held both their hands in his own.

"Clover, I feel incredible. And I feel… confused? But the incredible aspects outweigh the confusion. And perhaps we can discuss the confusion some other time, because right now, I… I'd really like to bask in the incredible."

Clover smiled, and nodded, leaning into Rolan's chest. He wrapped his arms around them, breathing deeply of their scent, committing it to memory. As exhaustion fully took its hold on them, they melted into each other's embrace.

The morning light crept through the stained glass dome of Sorcerous Sundries in a dance of rainbow prisms. The twinkling causing Rolan's dreary eyes to squint tight before slowly opening.

He was sat on the floor behind the Sundries front counter, still undressed, with an equally bare dwarf sleeping soundly against his chest. The memories of the night before washed over him. Clover's body flush against him, calling out his name as they came with him inside them. It all sent a renewed wave of arousal crashing through his body.

That is, until he heard a shout from the busy streets outside, and the reality of his current predicament crashed over him even harder.

"Oh Gods," he glanced around himself. Papers strewn across the floor. Various bobbles lay in disarray, likely dropped by the mage hand assistants last night once he lost concentration on the spell. Drops of his own errant spend now dry on the shelves. Stains of sweat and what other fluids he could only guess marking the floor beneath them. He palmed his face, rubbing his temple between his fingers before rousing his partner from his arms.

"Clover, get up," he started to lift himself from the floor as his companion groaned, "Get up, damn you! We fell asleep," he was whispering, as if someone outside might overhear them. Clover sat themselves upright, eyes still closed.

"Yeah… We fell asleep. People tend to do that when they're tired…" Clover mumbled.

"We fell asleep in the Sundries you idiot!" Rolan was trying to dress himself while cleaning up after last night's… experience, "We have to leave - No, you have to leave. I have to finish cleaning up before I open," his movements were frantic. Clover watched him dart around, still sat on the floor. He conjured a quick bust of himself - a modified version of mirror image, perhaps? - swearing as he attempted to fix his hair. Clover yawned, lazily picking up their own clothes and dressing themselves at a snails pace.

Still sat on the floor, Rolan found himself tripping over them as he aimlessly paced around the counters. Stacks of paperwork flew from his arms as he fell. Clover tried to reach out and break his fall, though it did little help.

"Bugger it all!" Rolan slammed a fist against the tiled floor, propping himself to his knees, "Could you PLEASE get up and either help me, or leave!" He shouted in Clover's direction.

They both froze, Rolan held his breath.

"Y'know…" Clover slowly stood up and walked over to the wizard kneeling on the floor. At this height, they were at eye level with each other, "Calling someone an idiot and demanding they leave the morning after you've fucked them silly? Not exactly the best impression one wants to make," they tried to joke, lifting a hand to his cheek. Rolan didn't comment, his gaze locked onto the floor.

Clover sighed, pulling his head to their chest as they held him. Their strong arms felt both soft and secure, the rhythm of their heartbeat providing a sense of grounding Rolan didn't even realize he so desperately needed. As Clover spoke, their voice reverberated against his cheek.

"I'm no mage, Rolan," they started, one hand gently stroking his head as they spoke, "I can't detect your thoughts, or calm your emotions with a spell. I can't compel you into a zone of truth and force you to be honest with me. But I can tell when someone is overworked, and overwhelmed," they squeezed his head tighter for a moment before releasing him and holding his face in their hands. He looked up at them, his eyes glossy with tears he refused to shed.

"You need a break, you stubborn jackass," Clover said with a smile, "There's nothing wrong with that. I think the city will survive if the Sundries is closed for a day or two. And if you're truly that worried I'm sure I could convince Gale to come visit and-"

"Absolutely not," Rolan interjected sternly, clearing his throat, "Forgive me, but that man has no idea how to speak to patrons without coming across as a pretentious, pompous, know-it-all."

"Oh, but you do?" Clover retorted with a grin. Rolan seemed shocked at first, then smiled back. Chuckling to himself, he reached up to hold Clover's hand, pulling it from his cheek and planting a deep kiss against their palm. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, still holding Clover's hand.

"I'll set up the portal upstairs to take you to the washroom of the tower. Let me finish with what I had started last night, then I'll come join you," Clover cocked an eyebrow.

"You'll come join me, eh? In the glorious, magical washroom of Ramazith's Tower?" They tried to tease him, but he simply turned to them with devious look in his eyes.

"Yes, I'll be joining you. After I finish cleaning up the mess you made," he leaned down to their ear, "Be grateful I'm not forcing you to help," he said sweetly, kissing their cheek. He raised his hand and flicked his wrist, the familiar sounds of a transportation portal wooshing to life on the floor above them, "Now, off with you. I don't need any more distractions, especially if you'd like me to get this finished quickly."

Clover smirked as they began to walk off, "Whatever you say, oh great Master Rolan," a shiver shot up his spine as they dragged out his title across their tongue. He tried to compose himself, but his tail flicked with excitement as the dwarf ascended the staircase.

"I'll be waiting."

[lazycats-stuff]

could u maybe make a batfam x male reader and where the reader is like trained to be an spy or something and their mission was to figure out what was going on inside the manor but they figured out to much and got roped into the batfams family

Oh shit. Poor reader... He is going to get roped in well. Also, sorry everyone for this being short and vague. School started about a week ago and I'm already tired. Haha...

Summary: (Y/N) is sent to find out what is happening in the Wayne manor for a mission. He gets to roped in.

Warnings:

(Y/N) was still shocked at the mission he got. He isn't a stranger when it comes to infiltration and undercover missions, but this mission is on a whole a new level. The mission is about going undercover in the Wayne manor.

He had his fair share of undercover and infiltration missions, but he never had a mission of this type. It wasn't just a mission of few weeks, this was going to be take a very long time. Probably up to year or even longer.

He still doesn't understand what Bruce Wayne might hide in that manor of his. Sure, he is considered to be one of the richest and one of the most powerful people in the world, but still.

What type of information this man could have? More so, why are the kids thrown in to equation too? They seemed to be a happy family. He wasn't a fan of long term missions, he hated them with burning passion, but he didn't have any choice in the matter.

He takes what he is given and gets the job done as quickly as possible. You only say yes sir and go get ready.

The plan was for him to spend some time on the streets as an 'orphan'. It was a detailed plan. Every single possibility was considered when creating this plan.

One of the things in the spy business is that you can't get attached to people you are going after.

(Y/N) was going to break the rule very soon.

It has been 5 months since he infiltrated the Wayne manor. (Y/N) concluded pretty quickly that the family didn't have anything to hide. They are a normal family, with all the chaos that normally goes with it.

But what he didn't expect that he got too roped in. He got attached... The burden of why he was really in the manor was really weighing on him.

It felt heavy on his shoulders and he didn't know what to do now. He finally got a family, although through deception, but still, he finally got a family. He was alone in his life, but now he had a chance to be happy.

He was often told by his superiors that he had a natural talent for this line of work. It often grinded his gears when he heard it. Just because he was good at something, doesn't mean he wants to do it for the rest of his life.

He was in his room, sighing for the nth time. He needed to tell them. How was he going to tell them?

After another sleepless night, he ventured downstairs into the kitchen. He saw Tim alone, putting Red Bull in his coffee. They locked eyes for a moment and Tim pointed at his mug with his finger.

" Thanks. " (Y/N) mumbled, walking over to the mug.

" Is something bothering you? " Tim asked, raising his brow.

(Y/N) froze for a moment. Did they catch on? Is this a trap?

" No. " (Y/N) lied, taking a sip of his coffee.

" I don't mean to bother you, but you look like you aren't doing well. You can always come talk to me if you need to. " Tim offered and (Y/N) offered him a smile in return. It took some effort to smile genuinely, but he hoped that it worked.

" Okay. If you need me, you know where to find me. " Tim said, sitting down at the table. (Y/N) heard the others come in and he also moved to sit down at the table.

He tapped his fingers against his mug, feeling something weird. It was a gut feeling, something that came periodically. And wow, did come in strong now. Why would it come so strong now, he didn't know, but he knew that this going to be a hard day to go through.

" (Y/N), are you okay? You look exhausted. " Bruce commented, looking at (Y/N).

" I'm fine, just some trouble sleeping. " (Y/N) said, eyes moving back down to the coffee. Bruce exchanged a look with others.

It was now evening and the others formed a plan. They were going to confront (Y/N) with the evidence. They noticed how he wasn't even trying to fish out information anymore. They knew that he was trying in the beginning, but they were feeding him false information.

But he didn't need to know that.

Not for now at least.

The dinner was over and (Y/N) was ready to go to his room. Bruce, however, wasn't having it.

" (Y/N) we need to talk. " Bruce said, motioning with his head for (Y/N) to sit down. (Y/N) listened. What was this about? Was it about something he has done with the boys?

About the time when they put glitter on Bruce's work suit? Or when they accidently shot the wall and covered it up with a random photo? Or was it about (Y/N)'s true identity?

(Y/N) hoped it wasn't about that. But with all of the stuff that has been on his mind?

He was screwed.

He sat back down, watching as everyone's face turned neutral. Oh God.

He was made. His cover was blown. Gone. (Y/N) saw a paper folder with his name on it.

(Y/N) was exposed.

He raised his head, trying to stay neutral. He can't show his emotions.

" We knew from the beginning. " Bruce said, showing him the file. (Y/N)'s eyes widened for a little bit. What? Then... Whaaat?

" I know that look in your eyes. You are not doing this out of your own freewill. " Bruce continued, his blue eyes looking right into his soul.

" So I'm giving you a choice. Since your feelings were genuine and since the boys bonded with you, you can have an out. Or you can go back. " Bruce concluded and (Y/N) blinked a few times trying to comprehend all of this.

He was never this disarmed so quickly.

" I... I don't know what to say. " (Y/N) admitted softly and so quietly.

" Well, think about it at least. I won't force anything on you. " Bruce said and (Y/N) nodded, standing up.

" I'm going to my room. I really need to think. "

Everyone just nodded and (Y/N) left, letting out a breath. This... This went well.

[keysmashingfantasies]

Hi! 🫧

I'm not sure if you write for Last boss but i'm sending my request in anyways 😖

(I'm sorry this is so long 😕) But my idea is that the reader and last boss were together before the borderlands and when they entered the borderlands they got split apart and didn't think they'd ever see each other again. To have it make sense, the reader becomes friends with Usagi and Arisu and so when they all arrive at the beach, the reader and last boss finally meet each other again and it's a little bit angsty and fluffy between them?

if i write last boss????? that man is babygirl. and i don't mind long requests at all!! thank you for requesting and feedback is always welcome!

"Son! Y/N is here! She brought food for you, isn't it nice? Won't you come out to talk to her?", he heard his mom's muffled voice through the door as he tapped away about a newly discovered endeavor, of a group of hikers that after being lost for months in the woods were found dead after killing each other. He was so caught up that he missed the "I'm sorry, really. You know how he is" "It's fine, don't worry".

You met Samura Takatora in unusual circumstances: you had commented in one of his blog posts talking about world exploration, how people go through the utmost dangerous experiences and processes just to experiment the illusion of freedom, talking about how he couldn't be free if he really wanted to. About how he was restraining himself, about how all people were. Being choked by social norms and expectations. You felt for him. Felt seen. And so you decided to comment on it, and surprisingly he replied and you started to message each other back and forth and, after he told you he lived relatively close, you took it upon yourself to visit him. You weren't as surprised as any other person would, actually, not after talking to him for a while. He told you all about how he lived his life and although you'd thought it was a red flag at first, he got to you and you started to grow even closer when you managed to see him face to face, even hidden behind his long bangs and facial hair. It wasn't a normal relationship by any means. Like a wounded animal, you had to carefully get close to him, otherwise it seemed like you'd scare him away. The first time you held his hand he seemed like he turned into stone, his droopy shoulders almost coming up to his ears. You were his first partner, after all. Most of the time you just sat in silence in his stuffy room while he tapped away hunched over his computer. You kind of understood why he locked himself away, covering his windows, sitting in darkness. It's like time stood still in there, especially when you were with him.

And then everything changed.

-

If someone was to ask you what was the worst feeling you ever felt, it most definitely was running for your life. You had been in your way to bring groceries to Samura and his mom when you saw fireworks and as soon as you walked in his building, the power went off.

After only a few games, and seeing more deaths in about a week than in your entire life, you got the hang of it pretty quick. Look down, hide away, play in the games and try to find a way to go home. Sometimes you remembered Samura, when you were locked away in some random dark place during daytime. You hoped he didn't think you abandoned him.

Thankfully, you met Arisu and Usagi on a game right after. And when they told you they had seen cars and people with numbered bracelets, that those people could have the answers to what was happening, you were in. You needed to go back and find him.

-

The Beach was a very weird place. It was a complete escape from reality. There, you got the same feeling you did in Samura's room: like time stood still. Everyone was partying around the clock, and nothing was off limits, all always accompanied by blaring bass boosted music. You were on the poolside with Arisu and Usagi when the militants arrived.

Suddenly you were almost at the point of passing out. The music had been stopped at the request of the guy with the rifle but there was still the sound of blood rushing to your head. As long fingers wrapped around your bicep, you could hear hollering from the other armed people.

"Finally, Last Boss is about to get some!", the guy with the rifle shouted, waving it around and cackling.

You could only look up at him. He was so so different, but the eyes were the same. It was him.

Last Boss?

-

"Samura...", you mumbled, still looking up at him in a nearly catatonic state. He had all but dragged you to his room, egged on by his militant friends, and now he stood in front of you like a totally new person.

Head and face shaved, with tribal designs on it, that dragged down his arms. But his eyes, his delicate cupid's bow, even his stance. It was unmistakably him.

"That's not my name anymore. I'm Last Boss in this world", he said.

"What do you mean, this world? You look so different, and you have a katana and I was going to see you and I saw fireworks and then everything is so insane!", you word vomited, all of the stress of constant fight or flight crashing down on you.

"This new world is for the few chosen ones, what I dreamed of. What I talked about on the blog all the time. True life comes with the constant death", he said in a monotone voice. "And you're here now. That's even more proof that this is meant to happen".

"What?", you felt dizzy. "What are you saying?". You had tears brimming your eyes and instead of tensing up like he usually did when you showed any exacerbated emotion, he just chuckled, and took slow decided steps towards you, making you back up until you hit the wall. "Samura...", you closed your eyes, letting tears fall, his big hands on both sides of your face.

"That's not my name anymore", he simply said. No emotion, just a fact. Like "the sky is blue". "Say it for me".

"Last Boss...", you said. It felt foreign on your mouth but not bad. Specially with the way he looked happy. Happier than you had ever seen him.

"You don't like the death, that's what it's about?", he asked as if tranquilizing a child. To be fair, you were acting like one, nodding your head with a wobbly bottom lip and seeking refuge on his chest where he gladly welcomed you.

"People must die. They do all the time because death is what makes life, this place is where we are meant to be", he said.

"No, it's not! We're not meant to be here, we need to go back!", you pleaded with him, grasping his shoulders with desperate hands.

"Go back?", he frowned, arms falling back on his sides.

"You... You don't want to come back with me?", you looked and sounded heartbroken. You missed him so much and now that you finally found him, he was telling you that he wanted to be forever in an insane world.

"I saw how tired you were. When you used to come to my place so stressed after work. How you complained about people pretending, being hypocrites. How sad you were when people would judge you. Here, there's none of that. People respect you for who you are, what you show. You earn each and every day of your life to never be taken for granted", he said it so earnestly it touched you deep. You remembered seeing pictures of snowy mountains and dense forests, laying your head on his shoulder and saying how much you wished to be whisked away with him somewhere else. Maybe this was meant to be after all.

"I...", you eyed his katana wearily. Would you be able to do what it took to stay there forever? So far you didn't have to kill anyone but what if one day...

"What I did to my body is my vow of commitment to this world. I'm not going back", he was looking into your eyes with such intensity it's like the two of you were the only ones in the whole world.

"I don't know if... Don't know how I...", you looked at his katana yet again. He simply smiled, stepping back and reaching behind his back to take it out. He stepped closer, letting the cool blade touch your extended palms that fell from his shoulders and you trembled.

"I'll teach you. And then you'll stay. Will you?", he said and you nodded. You wanted him. And you knew that you would do anything to keep him alive and by your side and he, you. And if you didn't have to worry with him getting stares and whispers or you having to juggle to pay bills then it's all the better for you.

He put his katana back on it's sheath, suddenly taking you by the hand and pulling you towards the door of the room.

"Last Boss", you asked and he paused to look back at you like you had sang with the voice of a thousand angels. "Where are we going?". He leaned over until his nose brushed yours.

"I'm introducing you to my tattoo artist".

[atwooozi]

Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 17: A Date

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: Sebastian feels torn between wanting to be Angeline's friend and his newfound desire. He musters the courage to talk to her about the moonlight jellies.

A/N: Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading this series so far. It really warms my heart.

I did want to give everyone a bit of a heads up that I've been getting sick a lot recently. I think it's because of the weather changes and how busy I've been with work and school, so the posting schedule might change. If the posting schedule does change I'll be sure to let you all know. I love this story very much so I don't intend on abandoning it.

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Chapter 17: A Date

Summer 26

As days turned into weeks, Sebastian found himself avoiding Angeline, afraid that his thoughts would betray him. He felt torn between wanting to be friends and his newfound desire that had been awakened the night of the luau. 

The image of Angeline in that stupid outfit burned into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the way the sunlight played on her tanned skin, the way her short hair moved in the breeze, and her soft curves. 

He needed to stop…

He groaned and buried his face into his hands. He needed to stop. It was starting to get annoying how easily the thought of her caused his cock to twitch. He felt like a fifteen year-old all over again. 

It wasn’t just the physical attraction that bothered him; it was the way it made him feel. He felt truly guilty for thinking of her in such a way. As if he betrayed her trust. He couldn’t shake the feeling that gnawed at him.

He was supposed to be her friend for Yoba’s sake! Just as Sebastian was about to drown himself deeper in his own despair, Sam and Abigail burst through his door, making him jolt. He really needed to get better at locking his door. 

“I told you he wasn’t dead.” Abigail said, causing Sebastian to roll his eyes. 

“Dude, where have you been?” Sam said as he plopped down on Sebastian’s bed, causing the wood to whine from his weight. “You disappeared!” 

Sebastian sighed and shifted in his chair. “It’s not like I don’t disappear from time to time.” He crossed his arms over his chest.     

Abigail frowned as she stared down at Sebastian, resting her hands on her hips. “...Something is up with you.” 

Sam nodded in agreement. “Yeah man, you’re not even answering your texts.” 

“So?” Sebastian was starting to feel defensive. He knew he was being weird, but he didn’t want to tell his friends why. They were close but they weren’t that close.

“So what’s up?” Abigail asked, genuine concern in her voice. 

Sebastian sighed and stared up at the ceiling. What did he say? What could he say? He frowned and played nervously with his bangs. 

Sebastian shook his head, trying to collect his thoughts. “It’s nothing, really.” He glanced over at Sam and Abby. “I…I just– stuff on my mind.” 

Abigail narrowed her eyes at Sebastian, unconvinced. She wasn’t going to let him off that easy. She never did. “Stuff? That’s all we get?” She tapped her foot against the floor in annoyance. “You’ve been avoiding everyone like you’re in witness protection or something.” 

Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Come on, Seb.” He gave Sebastian a sincere smile. “We’re your friends. You can talk to us.” 

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Why did they have to care so much? It only added to his guilt. “It’s Angeline…” he admitted. He looked down at his lap, his leg jostling from the anxiety he felt. 

Sam and Abigail exchanged a glance, a smirk playing on Abby’s lips. “What about her?” She asked. 

Sebastian hesitated, searching for the right words. “I think…I think I like her.” He mumbled, the heat rising to his cheeks and pricking the tips of his ears. 

Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and he grinned. “Like, like her��?” 

Sebastian nodded, feeling ridiculous. “Yeah…” 

There was a moment of silence between the three. It weighed heavily on Sebastian. He hated how he felt. It scared him. He liked her, but the thought of having to deal with those feelings on top of all the other awful feelings he had was going to eat him alive. 

Abigail started to giggle to herself, which caused Sebastian and Sam to look over at her. Sebastian was about to open his mouth to ask her what was so funny, but then Sam started to laugh along with her. He frowned as he watched the two. 

“What is so funny?” Sebastian asked unamused.

Abigail only laughed harder at the question. She leaned over and rested her hands on her bent knees, as if she tired herself out. “I-It’s just…” She laughed harder. “It’s pretty obvious that you do.” 

Sam wiped away a tear and smiled sympathetically. “Y-yeah man, I mean, I’m surprised it took you this long.”  

 Sebastian’s cheeks burned hotter, embarrassment creeping down his neck. How did they know before he did? And how could they just laugh at him like that? Assholes.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘it’s pretty obvious’?” Sebastian asked, trying to mask his discomfort. He stood up from his chair and started to pace the floor. If it was that obvious did that mean Angeline knew too? 

Abigail managed to compose herself, wiping away a few stray tears. “Seb, come on. We’ve known you for years. You’re not as dark and mysterious as you think.” 

Sam nodded, still grinning widely.”Yeah, seriously.” 

Sebastian felt a mix of relief and frustration. Relief that he was finally coming to terms with his feelings for Angeline, but frustrated at just how fucking funny Sam and Abigail seemed to find all of this. 

“I just don’t know what to do about it,” Sebastian sighed, running his hand through his hair. 

Abigail pursed her lips in thought. “I mean…who’s to say she doesn’t feel the same way?” She shrugged. “Even little basement dwellers like you deserve love.” She teased. 

Sam patted Sebastian on the shoulder. “Yeah, man. She might feel the same way.” 

Sebastian shook his head. It felt impossible. There was no world someone like her would ever like someone like him. “No way.” 

“Yes way!” Abigail argued. “You can’t just decide for her.” 

Sam crossed his arms. “Seb, at least try. You can’t avoid her forever.” Yes he could. “I mean, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy. This place is way too small for that.” He wanted to move anyway. 

Sebastian sighed and looked at his friends, full of uncertainty. “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” He didn’t want to admit it, but he started to truly like the friendship that they built. He didn’t want to lose that. 

Abigail placed a hand on his arm, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “You won’t know until you talk to her.” She smiled at him. “And if she’s as great as she seems to be, she’ll be cool about it.” Sam nodded in agreement. 

Sebastian let out a long sigh. Maybe they were right. He would go crazy if he just tried to sit on his feelings. Even if she didn’t feel the same way things would be okay. It wasn’t like Angeline was a bad person. “I’ll try to talk to her.” He wasn’t sure if he was telling himself that or his friends, but it helped him steel his nerves. 

~*~

Summer 27 

The next day, Sebastian found himself standing in front of Angeline’s door, his heart pounding against his chest. Taking a deep breath, he knocked. Hopefully she was up. It was painfully early for him, but she was a farmer, she had to be up. 

When she opened the door, a bright smile on her face, Sebastian felt a rush of warmth flood through his chest. He wanted to bask in the feeling. It felt so good. Being around her felt so good. 

“Sebastian!” Angeline greeted. “What’s up?”

“Hey, Angeline,” Sebastian was surprised at how steady his voice was. “I…I want to talk to you about something.” 

“Sure,” Angeline gave Sebastian a concerned look. “What’s up?” 

Sebastian took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Well, you know how the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies is coming up?” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

Angeline nodded. “Yeah! I’m really excited.” She beamed. “It sounds amazing.” 

“Yeah, it is.” Sebastian said as he glanced around the farm. “And..I was wondering if…if you’d like to go with me. To the festival, I mean.” 

Angeline’s eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face. “Really?” 

Really? What did she mean ‘really’? 

Sebastian nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah…I thought it would be cool.”

Angeline’s smile grew wider, her dimples showing. Her cheeks flushed as she starred up at him. She looked so cute. “Sebastian, I’d love to go with you.” 

Relief flooded through Sebastian, and a grin spread across his face. He couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a date, then.” 

Angeline nodded. “Yeah, a date.”

[defaultfelix]

Characters, and writing

I've talked before about lifelong struggles with shyness and embarrassment when it comes to talking about my characters. Recently, though, I've been able to work past some of this, and come to terms more with the connection that I have with these fictional characters and their stories.

Something that I've finally admitted to myself more fully, is just how deeply I view Bracey as a "comfort" character, in a way that can feel very vulnerable. I really do feel a sense of warmth and love when I think about him, almost as though he was a real person. This is something I felt a lot of shame towards in the past… both since he's not "real", and because I've received some really hurtful treatment from people who did not like his inclusion in the project. It really, really messed me up that my former collaborator somehow accessed the site when it was under password protection, and wrote such a hateful callout post… after that happened, it really did leave me feeling so unsafe to express myself, and this has taken years to really come to terms with and start to recover from. But, I don't want to keep blaming myself for other people's actions and interpretations, and I don't want to beat myself for something that brings me such comfort.

So, here's some writing I did yesterday; switching between 'prose' and 'essay' sections. Semi-NSFW, but nothing explicit.

Bracey's with one of his "dolls" again, in the plywood-walled backroom he's gated off with corrugated metal over a locked chain link gate. Always the handy-man, he smirks and steps towards the bound-up stranger. "It's just you and me." It squirms against the belts that keep it tied to the drain-rig, and matte-vinyl skin bulges around tight ropes. Its mouth can't open, and its limbs can't move; but none of that matters, when he touches it, and in an instant, it goes limp, head slamming on the bars.

The dissembler runs his hands up its thighs; the flesh ripples when he can't help but give it a little squeeze. It shouldn't tickle, but it tickles – but, it doesn't tickle him. The thing it shakes up is the psychic that's drifted on through and settled right inside the empty space where the stranger's self and feelings aren't.

If Bracey knew, he'd think Default had made them all just for him.

Really, though – they're what's trapping him here.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

He's the 'fantasy ideal' – the partner with the same weird sense of humor, provider of unlimited psychedelics, and a predilection for rough sex. He provides a way to fulfill these cravings in a fantasy world; but, the ideal only exists in a fantasy, and Bracey can't exist in the real world. The drugs he provides are tied to the strangers, and the strangers are tied to the fictional world.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Bracey's been in there for an hour now; draining the raw sludge from the collection bin, and siphoning out the topmost layer of oil. There are four bottles of unfiltered psycholy already sitting on the crooked table he'd dragged in two weeks ago from a curb a few blocks away. He only has two more bottles to fill.

He taps his fingers nervously as he watches the fifth bottle fill, drop-by-drop. The high from the last joint he smoked has started to fade, and, that was his last joint. He knows he needs to stay focused. He's almost done. But all he can think is: He's not supposed to fuck them. He's not supposed to fuck them. He keeps telling himself; it won't make anything go faster. But he's just so fucking bored.

Besides, it's not like Default's here to get him off – and there's no one else around to interrupt him. It'll be fine, he thinks, as he puts the hard metal end of the siphon-hose down on the edge of the table. He has just enough time to get off, if he's quick about it; and after that, everything will go so much smoother. So he unzips his jeans, and reaches into his boxers; black, with clover print.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

It's exciting to think of him being this 'bad boy'. There's a head rush when I think about him doing these weird, pervy things with the strangers. It really wouldn't be enjoyable if they were alive, though. The strangers very specifically are not in possession of an internal experience. I'm not a sadist… and neither is Bracey. He doesn't enjoy causing pain to living things. When he roughs Default up, it's not because he wants to hurt Default. It just feels so fucking good to let go, and not have to worry about anyone but himself.

There's a parallel to the experience of playing a villainous character in a horror role-playing game. The player might occupy a character whose role is that of a serial killer, or a cannibal surgeon. But, that doesn't mean that the character reflects the player's real world motivations. The context of the world gives these characters a safety that isn't present otherwise, since the question isn't "if you could do anything, would you be bad?", but rather, "if you were a bad guy, what would you be like?"

[acerikus]

I posted 16,338 times in 2022

That's 12,642 more posts than 2021!

230 posts created (1%)

16,108 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,512 of my posts in 2022

#utdr - 479 posts

#kh - 216 posts

#tsp - 182 posts

#deltarune - 97 posts

#kris dreemurr - 75 posts

#khdr spoilers - 67 posts

#portal - 56 posts

#susie - 53 posts

#baldr - 47 posts

#unreality - 47 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#or at least arospec 🤷 still figuring out if i genuinely have crushes or not occasionally bc i've had a long term gf before? it's a mystery

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay so now that we have the pipis post AND the spamton q+a I feel like we have a lot more context on the Noelle, spamton and egg situation now:

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Spamton wasn't Noelle's digital pet egg - that was likely the 'white one' spamton talks about. Possibly linked to the man behind the tree who gives us eggs, or a future secret boss?

Spamton's spam emails (furthering the theory that he's a corrupted email client) contained random strings of numbers and letters that nobody ever opened - Noelle is the only one to ever open one of his emails and use its contents and that's why he knows her and appreciates her

See the full post

252 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#4

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT OTHER THAN GASTER'S ROOM THERE'S ANOTHER DOOR IN UNDERTALE NOELLE'S DRAGON BLAZERS STORY REMINDS ME OF

Somewhere watery but also icy? (it was part of the ice palace, don't forget)

Somewhere with a strange locked door? I can think of one...

It's always felt so weird that this room looks so much like it'd fit in with waterfall despite being on the opposite side of snowdin - and it's right next to that little house you can see at the bottom that someone occasionally steps out of, too. AND it has the delta rune on the door, AND it's the room Toby is working in... Idk, there could be an interesting connection there :o

329 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#3

TOBY HOLY SHIT

339 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#2

Absolutely hilarious and incredible to me that the deltarune fandom has seemingly gone from 'krusie and kriselle are lesbian erasure' to 'oh shit, lesbian polycule real?' within the past year 😂 especially bc it feels like there's a lot more general awareness + respect of kris being nonbinary than there used to be!

477 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Don't think I've seen this pointed out yet, but Susie saying this to kris implies we're in for some really great Toriel content in chapter 3, a very high chance for some fun susie and toriel interactions, and perhaps toriel being a little silly and finally letting loose a little 👀

It's also possible they'll get to talk to asgore some more in hometown, and/or that asriel will be back! Toriel said asriel will be there next week, and most people figure that since there was talk of no school and going to church, chapter be 3 will be Sunday... Maybe he'll come home on Monday?

Edit: upon further thinking, I think chapter 3 will probably just take place overnight and chapter 4 will be Sunday, since that'd give kris and Susie the time they need to explore town. Makes me feel Asriel is less likely - could still happen if he decides to surprise them a day early though, or if toriel considers Sunday the first day of the week!

606 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

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[secretcessy]

respondinf to ur post that replied to my ask from earlier !!!! HAIAIAI CESSYYY >< i missed u sososo much u don’t even know !!! gosh ilove u sm🤗🤗

anyway i fear ur so real. ive been quickly posting out fics nd drafts so my followers can be fed sumn substantial enough !!! school has me sooooo cramped it’s INSANE 💔💔

atm im trying to apply for part time jobs rn as well as do tutoring for my volunteer hours 🫡🫡hopefully i can balance all that alongside hw and exams !!! who told me to take ap classes mannnn😞im genuinely gonna pull my hair outtttt sos !!! gonna miss sm things once school becomes heavier sighhhh but don't worry im never forgetting u cessy !!! love u so much 🗣️🗣️

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omgg i need to tell u this !! i recently went to queens cs i felt like it nd ive never been to any other borough but my own and manhattan and i got these little phone hippers from this store and they’re SO cute. like they’re called smiski phone hippers nd they’re so adorable💔💔 ugh i love cute little trinkets like the smiskis js look like they have no thoughts in their heads nd honestly that’s SO real !!!!

on a side note, i wanna give u a lil heads up, perchance a katseye sophia fic may be released this week for u !! 🤫🤫 perchance… 🤗🤗🤗

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WE TWINNING bc im also abt to apply for one more job bc I need me some more cash and money I hope I don't get passed out or something yall pray for me my workplace rn be stressing me out sm especially when my boss just changed and a lot of things changed liikkkeee gimme my old boss back ( I liked her very much she was like a 2nd mom to me liikkkeee waaahhhhhh ✋😭😭) I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU NING TRUST love you tew sm to ever forget an iconic sweet soul like you 💋💋💋

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im currently locked in w restaurant tycoon again twas a total bitch at first bc yknow how I have to do EVERYTHING and it was a menace but now that I've got my workers I'm free from being a slave to my own restaurant <333 I might or might not be overworking my workers but oh well :P

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[home-at-nine]

Prologue

"Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names." - Japanese Proverb

I watch the seconds tick by very... goddamn... slowly. As I look up from my laptop, I see my younger sister at the door. The cursor on the file blinking as I struggle to find the words to express the bullshit that's happened these past few weeks.

"Will's calling you down for dinner"—He pauses for what it feels like an eternity—"Alfred."

"Still not used to that, Frog?"

"I can't believe you went with 'Alfred'."

I close my laptop and begin to get up. "Why not? He's the best comic book character ever. And you don't get to judge,"—I chuckle—"Artemis."

"Fuck you."

"Double fuck you twice."

I close my door behind me and start walking down the stairs. "How about Albert then?"

Artemis follows me down the stairs. I smell the aromas of Will's cooking in the air. I feel the saliva in my mouth pooling like a sea. I turn around and look at my baby sister, "Frog?".

Before she can respond, I rush down the stairs. I wince as the light in the dining room hits my eyes. I look at Will in bewilderment. "How the FUCK are you so perfect, bitch?"

Will's one of my closest friends. His parents died young, so he moved in with his grandparents. They died a couple years ago, when Will turned 19, inheriting the house we're living in now. I love this man with every fibre of my being.

"I don't know, bro. Ask God," He smirked. He has a great smirk.

I go to the sink and wash my hands, looking down to see if the cuts healed. They hadn't.

I sit down at the table and look at the Butter Chicken he just perfectly cooked. "If that's too sweet, I'm putting you in a goddamn headlock."

Got to make sure he knows you don't fuck with the Butter Chicken.

I analyse the food at the table. Garlic naan, achar, and, of course, that perfect smelling Butter Chicken. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell too sweet. Just perfect. Even the restaurants back in India mess that up.

Frog joins us at the table and we begin eating. Despite the boisterous interaction from my bewilderment at Will's ability to cook, there hadn't been much conversation. I regret that. I wish I could talk to him like nothing was wrong. I wish I wasn't locked away in the room he's providing to me, on his dime.

Frog looks to Will, "You got a better name than 'Alfred' in mind? Because I refuse to have an older brother named 'Alfred'. How'd you come up with Will?"

Will took a moment, "Not gonna lie... I was just a big fan of The Ranger's Apprentice. And it was my great-grandfather's name, so I felt doubly comfortable taking that on. Me personally, finding a name was probably the easiest part of the process."

I know where the conversation's heading. I don't have too much I like and I sure as hell ain't naming myself after a historical figure. I spring to change topics, "I'm gonna start looking for work this week.".

Will and Frog pause. Will looks at me with a weird look on his face, "You can take a bit longer, Ch—". He stops himself before he finishes.

He continues, "—Alfred."

I stare at him for a second, chewing my food just a little longer than necessary. I know he wants to help me. Provide for us. But I want to help him too. The tablecloth has a nice texture. Somewhere between rough and soft. A gridded pattern runs across its entirety, rubbing against my fingers as I play with it.

Frog pipes up, "Speaking of... we need a new name. 'Alfred' sucks. I refuse to have a brother named 'Alfred'.". Will and I turn to her and I thank the Almighty for giving me a second to think of what kind of work I could do. Will is smart. Capable. He's taken care of himself without issue. What could I do?

Will cracks a small smile, "How about Atlas?". My head spins to look at him, nearly cracking my neck in whiplash. I've crumpled a little bit of the table cloth. Asshole's making fun of me.

"OOH, ATLAS. I like Atlas."

I can't tell if Frog's playing along or if she genuinely likes the name. Maybe a bit of both.

As my closest friend and my sister decided my name for me, I resigned myself to it. I don't think I'm silly for wanting to step up and help Will. He doesn't have to be a prick about it.

I fold some chicken into my naan as I put it in my mouth, a perfectly balanced blend of spices tickles my tongue. "Motherfucker...", I mutter.

As we finish our dinner, Will and I decide to go upstairs to his room to talk about what to do from here. Although I've been locked away in the room for 2 weeks, not much has happened outside. Our lives remain stagnant. Something we don't mind so much right now.

Will jumps onto his bed and gestures for me to follow. "God, you might give me the wrong idea, you know?" I joke, as I follow him to the bed. Will just gives me a joking smirk as we turn on the TV and turn down the volume to muffle our conversation from my baby sister.

We revel in the silence for a few minutes. No yelling, nothing breaking. Just peace. Will is one of maybe 3 people in the world who can give me this sense of comfort even when things are fully quiet.

But my curiosity breaks the silence,"Why Atlas?". It's not like I didn't know. But I needed to confirm.

"Well, you've always had the weight of the world on your shoulders. I thought it was fitting. Barely been two weeks and you're already trying to be man of the house and help me."

"I can't stay a burden forever, man. Plus—"

"I know. You need work. You don't do well without something to do. How's the journaling?"

"It's been two weeks and I haven't written a fucking word. Writing is bullshit. I'd rather be matter-of-fact. Concise."

"That's funny. You're a yapper."

"I'm not a yapper. You're a yapper, I'm a rambler. And I'm not trying to be 'man of the house'. I just want to earn my keep. Maybe I'll pick up a job with—" I pause, struggling to come up with a name "— Tony Stark...?".

Will doesn't find that funny. "You can take a longer break and figure something out. You have time. And you're smart. You're so good at fixing things. Figuring them out. Talking to people. You could sell sand to a lifeguard at the beach.

"Something with your talents... You've always been good at taking care of problems..."

Will trailed off. He does that when he suddenly remember something. It bothers me to no end, but I forgive him for it because he's pretty.

He continues, "Actually, maybe there's something you can do...".

This motherfucker.

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As the light flickers in the back alley, I reach for my lighter. The voice over the phone is rushed.

He's been using again, that nasty shit. Well, it's not my problem.

As I'm judging this crapstain on the bottom of the society's foot, he speaks up.

"That kid's back in town, Jerry."

I pause. I take a deep breath, hoping my it doesn't sound shaky on the other end of the phone.

"What? Which kid?"

"The crazy one," he said. He sounds really agitated. "Spencer? Spencer Wilson?"

Holy fuck. That bastard's in town? The lights flicker as he says his name. God's being real dramatic right now. Or maybe this kid's the devil incarnate.

"Okay.". I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke. Might need more of this tonight.

"OKAY? Jerry, do you FUCKING remember the people he conned before he skipped town? Do you remember the lives he destroyed before he left town? And on a FUCKING WHIM?"

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I told you this would happen," he said. He sounds pissed. What the fuck?

"Those motherfuckers wanted us to pay protection and this kid wanted a fake ID. I didn't think he'd actually fuck with them.". I can't help yelling. This bastard wants to blame me for the situation that little shit put us in?!

"Don't you FUCKIN' yell at ME, Jerry! I own half. You put MY STAKE up and now he might be coming for it. I own that building too. I OWN YO—"

Oh look, my finger slipped to the end call button. Whoopsie.

I feel the cigarette burning my fingers as the flame nears the filter. I drop it and pull out another one.

"Fuck...".

[mistwraiths]

2.5 stars

Me and this book did not get along.

I like vampires, I like fantasy, I love magical competitions/trials. However, I found this book to be dreadfully boring. I wasn't entertained while reading it nor was I ever on the edge of my seat, nor did I find myself caring about the characters at all. So instead it just felt way, way too long.

The worldbuilding is paper thin. If at any point I asked myself a single question about anything in this book, it made a plot hole. We're told multiple times the human districts is "protected" but our main character kills like 5 vampires a night feeding on people and NEVER even thinks about why or how or where's the protection, instead just pats herself on the back. What were the Hijai and Rishan vampires fighting for?? Like they're both Nightborn??? What's the point of the goddess doing this competition every 100 years??? Like she's gives a gift but what's she's getting out of it?? Why did it start? She's not a loving goddess either so like why do they love her??? Why are these vampires living literally in the desert?? How are they able to literally leave the castle during the competition??? How is the king not supplying Oraya with poison filled blades not cheating?? How is an ATTACK on the goddess' own palace during HER competition not sacrilegious and despite her activity, she does NOTHING????? I could go on.

This book doesn't have bad writing by any means. It absolutely is plot-driven more and while I could punch holes through things, I can appreciate the fantasy. I like that Oraya struggled with grief of a death of a friend. Vincent was by far the most interesting character. I loved that he did truly love her and while he wasn't a GOOD man, he did what he believed he needed to do. And I loved that Oraya loved him despite grappling with the horror of what he's done. But honestly it does feel like Oraya never really actually put thought about anything or anyone.

Raihn. Look, I like him, I do. But BOY does he have the "I'm not like other men/other vampires" going SO HARD for him. He's not Born, he's Turned. He's rugged, not beautiful. He cares about humans. He's nice. Etc, etc. And of course, he's keeping secrets too. He's Rishan, which of course is her father's enemy. I found it also a weird choice that when they finally group together, the author chooses to skip time to be like "they trained for 3 weeks" and we miss at least a CHUNK of them possibly beginning to know each other.

Other than Vincent, Raihn, and Mische, there's really no other characters that matter. Mische I found almost juvenile at best, really you're laughing at anyone who makes a sound like flatulence?? We don't get to spend a lot of time with her before she's sidelined anyways. Oraya is an okay character. I liked her but never loved her.

How things happened and ending was fairly predictable. Nothing was truly very shocking. It also lasts longer than it should. But it IS a little funny how hypocritical it turns when Raihn like WELL POWER IS A BLOODY BUSINESS and it's clear the city is being attacked within likely both vampires and humans which is the same thing Raihn didn't agree with. And is like well we'll change it AFTER. Like sir you aligned yourself with the House of Blood who aren't good and you abandoned your people so they don't want you either? And then Oraya is forced to marry, locked in her room with FOUR locks on the outside and cursed windows (but she's not a prisoner?) and her throne is stolen after the love of her life murders her father on front of her. I'm sure it'll all be fine and forgiven though in the next book.

This was just a very average fantasy book. I absolutely can see why people would love this!!! I just couldn't help being BORED and couldn't help questioning things that didn't make sense while reading this.

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Stolen Stamps

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Stolen Passport Oneshot

“You took me on a trip just to break up with me so I stole your passport” - Prompt from @dailyau

I don't know where this came from, it just kinda happened, enjoy! Minor Chaolaena, Rowaelin endgame

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Warnings: Language

2494 words

*******

The faint hum of the air condition filled the meticulously organized room in the back of the post office.

“Ms. Galathynius,” A deep, accented voice addressed her.

Her gaze on the tall bookshelf in the corner jerked back to the man sitting across from her behind his desk. His hands were crossed, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing part of a tattoo that wrapped around his muscular arm. She tried not to watch as the muscles shifted as he leaned forward when he spoke to her.

“Can you please explain to me why you were trying to mail a very,” He paused, glancing at the messily-wrapped bundle on the center of his desk, “suspicious-looking package to the Adarlan embassy in Antica?”

Aelin opened her mouth to try to explain, but no words came out.

He raised a silver eyebrow and waited.

She sighed, “I swear, it’s not what it looks like.”

***

The cab ride to the airport was a blur. So was the flight, and the ride to her hotel. It wasn’t until Aelin locked the door of her hotel room and set down her bags, that the events of the day finally hit her.

Whether it was adrenaline or shock or relief, she couldn’t be sure. Aelin fell back onto the bed and rubbed her face, groaning. She thought back to that morning when everything had been fine.

Fine, not great, just fine. That’s how things always felt with Chaol, just fine.

Her brain was still working through what happened when she jolted up from the bed, eyes wide.

“Shit. What did I do?”

Aelin scrambled towards her purse and rummaged through it. She couldn’t find it; maybe she didn't take it. She turned the bag upside down over the bed and watched as her things fell out. She pushed aside her little paperback mystery novel, her lipstick, her boarding pass, she moved aside a wrinkled coupon and froze.

“Fuck.”

***

After wearing a track into the carpet with her pacing, Aelin decided to call Lysandra. It was going about as well as she expected.

“Lysandra, I did a bad thing.”

Aelin chewed her fingernail between her teeth, a bad habit she couldn’t kick when she was stressed, as she tried to tell her best friend what just happened. She was standing on the small balcony of her hotel hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind. So far, it wasn't doing a great job.

“Aelin,” Lysandra’s voice sounded amused through her phone, “This is you were talking about, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

Rolling her eyes, Aelin ran a hand through her hair. “I did a petty, horrible, impulsive, really bad thing.”

There was a long pause as Lysandra seemed to realize how serious Aelin sounded.

“Okay. Now I’m getting worried.” Then a sharp gasp, “Was it illegal? Have you been arrested? Are you calling me from a foreign prison?”

“Lys—” Aelin tried cutting in, she wanted to stop the hysterics before her friend’s imagination got out of hand.

“When you told me you were going on a trip with Chaol I thought you’d be spending time on the beach, not using me as your one phone call from a dirty jail cell hundreds of miles away!”

“Lysandra!”

“And where’s Chaol? Is he there with you?”

“Lysandra, stop! I haven’t been arrested, I’m not in prison, I’m fine. Actually, I’m great.” Aelin closed her eyes and sighed, trying to scrounge up some guilt but failing. “Actually, it's because I’m feeling great that makes what I did so much worse, because I don’t really feel bad about it.”

“Don’t scare me like that.” Her friend's voice echoed in her ear. “If you’re fine, then tell me what happened and tell me why you’re calling me at,” she paused and groaned, “six in the morning.”

“Sorry,” Aelin winced, “I’m still on a different time frame.”

“Still? Where are you now? Are you not in Antica anymore?”

“Slow down, Lys.” Aelin loosed a breath and ran a hand through her hair, “I’m back in Terrasen.”

“What? When did you get back?” Lysandra sounded confused, and Aelin couldn't blame her, after all, she was supposed to be in Antica for four more days.

“Today. Less than an hour ago. I’m at a hotel, I just needed to clear my head.”

After a moment of silence, Lysandra asked again, “Where’s Chaol? Have you talked to him about whatever this is? Not that he’d help much “Lysandra muttered the last part, but Aelin still heard.

Here we go, Aelin thought, “No. We broke up.”

“What?” Lysandra was definitely awake now. “Really? Oh, honey, I’m sorry if you’re hurting, but good for you, I never really liked him.”

“Yeah, I know.” Aelin barked a wry laugh, “He dumped me, actually.”

“He dumped you?”

Aelin barked another laugh, getting angry as she told Lysandra the rest, “Get this, that bastard invited me on this trip specifically to break up with me”

“What the actual fuck?”

“Yeah, and honestly?” Aelin took a deep breath, feeling a mess of emotions as she explained. “I can’t blame him.” She amended herself quickly at Lysandra's sound of protest, “I don’t mean about taking me on a trip to do it, because that’s fucked up, but I mean the actual breaking up part. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, it was more about who would pull the trigger first. Come on, Lys, you knew I was more excited to spend a week on the beach than to spend a week with him.”

Lysandra snorted, “Yeah, Ace, I knew that. I was hoping you realized that, too.”

“Well, I did. So, I left. I’m back in Terrasen, there was no way I was staying there with him any longer, that would’ve been too weird.”

Aelin could hear Lysandra’s coffee machine buzz to life through the phone and suddenly wished she had a cup of coffee. Once she figured this mess out, she’d go find a cafe.

“Right. Okay,” The brunette’s voice rang out, “let me get this straight, Chaol took you on a trip solely to break up with you, and now you’re back in Terrasen while he’s still on the Southern Continent. I’m still not seeing what exactly you did that’s making you freak out.”

At that, Aelin flopped back onto the bed and flung an arm over her face, groaning.

“I know breaking up with Chaol is for the best, Hellas, I feel relieved. But at that moment, I was so angry. I was furious that he’d take me on this trip instead of just doing it at home like a normal-fucking-person—I mean, who takes a break-up vacation? Anyways, when I was packing my things to leave, I, kinda, sorta, took something of his.”

“Aelin…what did you do?”

Aelin looked at the foot of the bed where the remains of her purse were strewn over the blanket. Her eyes caught on two matching little booklets with gold seals on them.

“I stole his passport.”

***

“Ms. Galathynius—”

“Aelin, please.” She cut off the silver-haired man behind the desk.

The only change in his stoic demeanor was a small twitch of his lips. “Aelin. Can you explain what exactly you’re trying to mail, that looks like that—”

‘That’ being the layers of spare newspaper she found tucked away in her hotel room haphazardly wrapped and tied with the thread from the complimentary sewing kit, also from her hotel room. She hadn’t been able to find any tape. Aelin thought if she brought it to the post office then she could re-package it with actual materials, but she’d chosen not to unwrap it before getting there. An obvious mistake.

“—to an official, protected, government Embassy?” His voice was stern and his green eyes steady.

This looked bad. Aelin could easily admit that this looked really bad.

She placed her hands on his desk and watched as his eyes tracked the movement. “I can explain. It's definitely not as bad as I’m sure you think it is.”

He remained silent, watching her expectantly.

She caught sight of the nameplate on the side of his desk. “Mr. Whitethorn—”

“Rowan, please.”

Did he sound amused?

Taking confidence from that, she sat up a little straighter and said, “Rowan,”

His mouth quirked a little higher as she said his name.

Clearing her throat, she started again, “Rowan, you can open the package, I assure you it's nothing bad. It’s just a passport.”

One of his eyebrows rose skeptically, “A passport?” He asked doubtfully.

“Yes, a passport. That’s why I was trying to send it to the embassy. It belongs to my b—ex.” She stumbled over the last word, still unused to Chaol’s new title.

He—Rowan—looked even more intrigued.

“You’re mailing your ex their passport, but decided to wrap it in the most suspicious, threatening way possible?”

Aelin winced. “I didn’t have many options.” She chuckled, remembering trying to tie the string together in the hotel bathroom’s fluorescent lights. “I thought I could fix it once I got here, but I didn’t even have a chance to ask for materials before being escorted in here.” She waved a hand vaguely and looked around his office.

Rowan was fully smirking now. He leaned back in his chair and watched her for a long moment. “It is my job to confiscate suspect packages. Especially when those packages are being sent to, say, a government building.”

Leaning forward slightly she smiled and told him, “Well, you seem to be very good at your job.”

Gods, was she flirting? She and Chaol literally just broke up. But she couldn’t deny she was attracted to Rowan. Not with the way his pine-green eyes lit up with amusement or the way the muscles in his arms flexed when he shifted in his chair. Not to mention that tattoo; she was a sucker for tattoos—and she’d never told him this, but it always disappointed Aelin that Chaol never even considered getting any ink.

Good gods, she was flirting. And not very well.

Still smirking, Rowan leaned forward and asked, “Care to tell me why you’re sending your ex their passport?”

Was it her imagination or did he say ‘ex’ like it was the most interesting word in his question.

She couldn't stop the small smile twisting her lips. “I don't see how the ‘why’ of it is any of your business.”

Rowan surveyed her and Aelin tried not to blush under his gaze. She couldn't stop herself from comparing him to Chaol, he never made her feel this flustered with just a stare. Rowan's eyes tracked her face, tracked the way her cheeks heated, and she tried with all her might to fight the blush.

She wasn’t a teenager with a crush, she was a woman who knew how good she looked and was very attracted to the man whose eyes had not stopped roaming over her. She fought down the blush and flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling charmingly at him.

He seemed to like it and his grin widened before putting on a faux stern face.

“I try to be as thorough as possible, Aelin,” Gods, the way he said her name made her toes curl. “It would make things easier if you explained why. I could finish my paperwork quicker, get this thing sent off, and we’d both be free of this passport and your ex.”

Wow, he wasn't beating around the bush. She liked it.

He sent her a slow grin, “I’d be able to take my break at nine, and go for a cup of coffee.”

The way he said the last part left no room for guessing what he meant. He wanted to take her out for coffee.

A small part of her hesitated, she had just broken up with Chaol. But on the other hand, he took her on a fucking breakup vacation, so screw him and she could do whatever the hell she wanted. And she wanted Rowan. She wanted to go get coffee with Rowan.

So she smiled, winked at him, and said, “I’m mailing it back to him because I stole it from him.”

Rowan’s smile faltered and he blinked.

“You what?”

“I stole it from him.”

He stared at her another moment before a chuckle escaped his lips and he was shaking his head but smirking.

“You stole his passport.” He sounded very amused as he wrote a note down, most likely for the report he’d have to file.

“Yup,” Aelin’s grin turned feline, “He took me on vacation to break up with me, so I stole his passport and left him there.”

Rowan stopped writing and looked at her with raised eyebrows, “He’s still there? You have his passport, and now he’s stuck,” Rowan glanced at his notes, “in Antica?”

Aelin laughed; a loud, cheerful, sound that filled the office and pulled a small grin onto Rowan’s lips.

“Okay, I’m sure you think I’m a bit crazy,” Her grin didn't falter, “but it was impulsive and as soon as I realized what I actually did, you know, kinda leaving him stranded there, I tried to send it back to him. I couldn't remember what the hotel was, so I figured the embassy would be a good choice given it's a passport, and he is from Adarlan.”

“He’s from Adarlan, you’re not?” Rowan asked.

Aelin smirked, “That’s what you got from what I said?”

He matched her smirk, “That's what I want to know.”

“No,” Aelin shook her head and glanced out the window in his office, “I’m from here, Terrasen is in my blood.”

It seemed like that was the answer Rowan was looking for. He smiled, wrote down a final note, and looked back at her.

“I think that’s all I need right now, Aelin,” Again, the way he said her name sent butterflies flitting around her stomach.

He stood up and she did the same, pulling her purse back over her shoulder. He walked around his desk and opened the door for her.

“Aelin,” Rowan’s voice made her pause as she stood in the open doorway.

“Yes, Rowan?” she looked up at him expectantly with a small smile.

“I take my break in half an hour, there's a coffee shop just down the block, if you want to hang around or come back then, I'd like to take you out for coffee.”

Aelin smiled brightly at him and nodded, “I’d like that. I’ll come back in half an hour.”

He grinned and held her gaze another moment before she turned to leave.

“Oh, and Rowan?” She turned back to look at him but saw he already—or still—had his eyes on her.

“Yeah?”

“You don't have to use express shipping on that, it's fine if it takes a couple days.”

The sound of Rowan’s deep laughter followed her through the doors.

*****

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[viridwns]

My butler, gone

This was a request, but i accidentally send it to them private. So here is me typing it again. enjoy!

Living with a demon wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. He cooks for you, cleans the house, watches over you when you're sick, keeps unwanted company away and so much more. He was overprotective sure, but that's what your parents had ordered him; to look after you and protect you grom any harm till the day you die of old age.

Because of this promise, you were quite reckless and carefree. thinking no harm would ever come your way with your trusty demon at your side. it's weird to say, but after your parents passing, you felt so much more free. I mean who wouldn't when literally nothing and no one could put you into danger and had someone taking care of all your needs. You didn't even need to lift a finger!

now, now you weren't spoiled or anything. You still did some chores and did weekly grocery shopping (of course with your demon at your side). Grocery shopping was one of your favorite things to do. But it still didn't top the weekly markets every saturday. Your parents didn't really like going to those. They didn't like being among so many people. You knew they were lying at a young age. When you got older you had gotten some more information out of them (totally didn't eaves drop or anything). They would talk about a creepy man living in a casket shop that was tucked away in an ally by the market and that you had to stay far away from him. They were very vague about it, but you had at least gotten some more information.

But now you had the spawn of satan at your side, you would go to the market every week. You looked around the small stalls with your joy filled eyes. The bickering of some merchants bringing small giggles from your mouth. The demon next to occasionally wipped his head around and looked behind him with a confused and irritated face.

"Silas, what are you doing?" You carefully asked the demon, grabbing a hold of his sleeve. His gaze didn't lock with yours, instead he kept his eyes behind him. You took a small glance at where Silas was looking, but saw nothing. "I'm sorry for the discomfort, but i can sense something. i just don't know what." His words made a chill run down your spine as slight fear took over you. You knew something was up when even Silas didn't look calm and serene as usual.

But that wasn't what caused the fear. You knew about the existence of other demons and grim reapers. You've only met a grim reaper once and you wish you won't have to meet another one again. His bone chilling aura and his piercing green eyes that stared into your soul as he was standing over the death body's of your parents was a memory you rather forget. He had this sickening smile on his face that froze you on spot. You don't remember anything else after that and you never saw that monster again after. But you had a gut feeling your parents death had something to do with that casket shop down the ally.

A flick on the forehead ripped you out of your thoughts as a smiling Silas stood in front of you.

"Don't worry, it's probably just another demon lurking in the shadows. it won't do any harm." You carefully nodded at his words; rubbing the sore spot on your forehead. You tried to go back into the cheerful state you were in before. although you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

The day went by quickly as the sun began to set. You and Silas had decided it was finally time to go home. The orange hues in the sky reflected in the windows of some buildings. Allot of people were packing up their stalls. Only a handful of stalls were still standing.

The two of you exchanged some laughs and you gossiped to him about some rumors you had heard. As you walked, you noticed the a small flowershop down the ally. The inviting smell and bright colors already lifting your spirits.

"Hey sil, i'm going to buy some flowers for our home. It could use some decoration. Could you please go home and start working on dinner? i'll be right back!" You said with a small smile as you already began to walk to the ally. Silas looked around him for a brief moment, but nodded nonetheless.

You happily took the bouquet from the old and fragile woman's hands and gave her some money. The white lily's in your hand filling you with joy. Silas was already out of sight when you turned around with the bouquet of lily's in your left hand. Most stalls were closed by now and only a few people were still walking around. You happily hummed a song as you made your way back home. The feeling of being watched was long gone.

As you walked out the ally you forgot to notice the cranky old sign with the word 'undertaker' on it.

You unlocked the front door of your home and called out to Silas. Your shoes making a 'thunk' sound as you took them off. No sound was heard. You called out a second time to your demon, but you were met with silence once again.

You clamped your hand tighter around the bouquet as you walked around the house. The only thing you heard was your heavy breathing and the thumping of your heart in your chest.

This wasn't like Silas at all.

You decided to walk to the kitchen as you did ask him to start dinner already, but as you placed your hand on the door handle a shiver ran down your spine. The bone chilling aura you felt five years ago was back; suffocating you.

Your hands started shaking as your eyes widened in fear. It took all your might to not pass out on the spot. Your mind was racing a million miles per hour as you slowly opened the kitchen door.

A scream left your lips as soon as you scanned the kitchen area. A knot formed in your stomach as you froze in fear. It felt like you could throw up at any moment.

Before you was your demon, laying on the floor, not moving an inch. His head was laying in a pool of blood. You hoped dearly it wasn't his blood, but you knew better.

You moved your legs slowly and steadily, afraid of tripping and falling into the puddle of blood. You gagged as the stench of fresh blood finally hit you. The lily's long forgotten and soaking into the blood.

You didn't know what to do as you just stood there, looking over your now death demon.

"Long time no see my darling." A raspy voice spoke from behind you. You turned around quicker than anything and you clasped your hands over your mouth.

Before you stood a tall man with long silver hair that covered his eyes. He was leaning on a giant scythe. a grim reaper.

You could feel anger slowly bubbling inside you. Making you build up the courage to speak.

"Why did you kill him!" You yelled out, taking a protective stance in front of the lifeless demon.

A shit eating grin spread across the man's only visible feature. A crusty laugh escaping his lips. It was like he just heard the best joke of his life.

"Oh dear you're adorable you know." You frowned at him as he came a little closer. Leaning forward so that his face was only merely inches away from yours. You tried to back up, but you didn't want to show any weakness towards the reaper.

"Stay back you m-monster!" You cursed yourself for stuttering the last word. Your lips were trembling as you looked where his 'eyes'were supposed to be.

"Let me refresh your brain a little bit little human." confusion took over you, but it disappeared as soon as it came as the man lifted up his bangs. Your eyes widened in fear as two green eyes pierced into yours. Your body froze completely; your gaze glued to his.

He laughed again as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him.

"Oh how i've longed for this day to come my dear. I've been watching you for so long after that fateful night we met." You screamed into his chest and tried to struggle, but his grip on you was made of steel. Tears streamed down your face like waterfalls as you begged the man to let you go.

"Get off me! please i beg you!" Was all you could muster as the man pulled you even closer.

"Now now darling, don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be." He said with such a calm voice it made you shiver, but you didn't stop your struggling.

The man sighed as he grabbed a hold of your shoulder. He smiled down at you for a moment before a sickening 'pop' was heard. You screamed in pain as you looked at your now dislocated shoulder.

"Don't cry now dear, this one is on you. Now stop this fighting or i will break your pretty little shoulder." You looked up at him as the only thing your mind could focus on right now was the throbbing pain in your whole arm. You had stopped struggling and screaming. Now only soft whimpers and occasionally hiccups left your lips.

"That's it dear, was that now so hard?" He pulled you into his embrace again as you felt a small stinging sensation in your neck. You could feel yourself losing consciousness. The last thing you heard was his raspy voice whispering in your ear.

"We'll have so much fun darling."

[shallyne]

Under The Stars

My first, and probably last, attempt at an fanfiction like story. Don't be mean please.

TW: mentions and symptoms of depression

Feyre sits on her apartments rooftop, contemplating her life, until a beautiful stranger interrupts her.

It was a chilly night. The stars and the moon her only companions. She was fine with that, she needed the quiet. It wasn't a stressful day per se, but it was emotionally draining. Since her breakup two months ago Feyre tried. She really tried to go on with her life but it was so hard. How could she start anew when the most basic things took all her energy? If she even came out of bed.

She sighed, her breath clouding in front of her vision. Today is a good day, she tried reminded herself. Today she came out of bed. She took a shower, she ate and she came up here. It was a little rooftop garden on her apartment building. Feyre usually never comes up here but today she had the sudden need to come, watching the night sky. Even when the cold bit her skin, through her hoodie. Through her old leather jacket.

For a moment before she came here she considered if she should take her old sketchbook with her but she isn't ready. Not yet. Soon, she promised herself, soon she would allow herself to sketch and draw and paint again but not yet.

Feyre rubbed the place on her finger where an emerald engagement ring sat just a few weeks ago. Not that she missed it, missed him. No, not at all. She was glad that she was finally out of Tamlins clutches. Though it still feels weird that the ring is gone.

She glanced at the stars again when the metal door behind her opened. Not expecting anyone at this time she jumped up and gripped the keys in her pocket.

The man closed the door behind him and turned around. When he saw her she could have sworn she saw him flinch. Feyre took a look at him, he was wearing black jeans and a black coat. A lock of his raven black hair fell into his face and his eyes...gods, his eyes. Were they violet? He was the most beautiful man she has ever seen.

After a second of shock he said "Oh." he cleared his throat. "I didn't know someone was up here. Usually no one is at this time."

Usually. So he was here often. That means he probably lives here, too. She has never seen him, though.

"Sorry, I'll go. Have a ni-" he began after Feyre didn't say anything. "No!" Feyre interrupted him. "Don't go! It's alright, I can go, I didn't even want to stay so long."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You don't have to go. I think there is enough space for the two of us."

Usually Feyre wouldn't do this. Usually Feyre wouldn't sit alone on a rooftop garden with a stranger but still, she nodded. As he sat down across from her she tried to smile, which probably looked like a grimace. When did she smile the last time? When did she laugh the last time?

The beautiful stranger in front of her reached out his hand "I'm Rhysand, but you can call me Rhys."

Feyre took his hand. "Nice to meet you, Rhys. I'm Feyre."

Rhysand smiled. "Nice to meet you, too. I never saw you around here, are you new?"

Feyre felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. He couldn't have seen her around when she was mostly bunkered up in her apartment. "I moved in 2 months ago."

He smiled. The moonlight was shining on him from behind and she didn't know how to describe it but-but he looked like he belonged right into the night.

"I live in 12C" Rhys said.

For a moment Feyre went still and then, for the first time in a very long time, she chuckled.

"What?" he asked, amusement shining in his eyes.

Feyre, still chuckling, answered "I live in 14C, right across from you."

Rhysands eyes twinkled and Feyre, despite knowing better, asked herself if that were stars in his eyes. Until he threw his head back and laughed. Beautiful, joyous laughter. "What a coincidence!" he said.

Feyre chuckled again. "Indeed."

Feyre and Rhysand talked about everything that night. Everything and nothing. A lot but not enough. They talked and talked and talked until dawn broke.