#next time i venture in to that room i wear a mask

[superconductivebean]

#1192

i received both asks @espressoristretto-patronum @infernalrusalka i hope to get to them soon

[chunksworld]

Role Model

NewJeans Hanni x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut)

A/N: A sequel to Double Fantasy. Thank you Kaede for the beta read as always.

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“Never have I ever…..” Danielle looks around the room with suspense, tapping her palms on her thighs as if to mimic the sound of a drum roll. You make your way back to the circle and sit down with the rest of your friend group, another can of beer in hand as you impatiently wait for the blonde to speak,  “…..made out with someone here!” You almost spit out the beer you were about to take a swig of but managed to keep your composure. You catch Minji staring at you for a split second before looking away immediately. It’s great that you’re both intoxicated already because there’s no other explanation for how your cheeks flare up. Jeers and whistles follow Danielle’s remark and you can only be thankful that some of your friends do raise their hands up, particularly some of the couples sitting with the rest of the group.

It’s only been a month since you and Minji have made it official—a decision you two contemplated even after you already took her out on a date (and despite having plenty of sex during that time). Sure, hooking up is one thing but committing to a relationship would be a venture much riskier than anything you have ever done especially since you are both graduating in a few months. How would everyone react when they find out that the two people that hate each other with their guts are fucking each other like wild animals at every given opportunity? Well, you two got your answer much quicker than expected when her best friend who also happens to be her next door neighbor, Hanni, caught you leaving Minji’s place way past midnight as you usually do—and this wouldn’t be that big of an issue as you were just about to put your cap and mask back on but she already saw your face as you two opened your doors at the exact same time.

It took everything in her power not to scream in shock as everyone else was already asleep at the time which is something you’ve always thought to be the case. It didn’t take her that long to put two and two together and everything was a blur and you soon found yourself sitting on Minji’s cum-stained bed having to be interrogated by an obviously flabbergasted Hanni Pham at 2:30 AM. Despite her modest stature, no one else looked as intimidating (and cute) as her in her pajamas. At least the scent of sex was quickly taken care of but she couldn’t hide her disgust at the sight of your combined juices on her best friend’s bed. She quickly looked past it though because her burning questions were more important and you two had no choice but to come clean, explaining everything that’s transpired over these past few months. With every revelation, her jaw seemed to be dropping lower and lower to the ground. 

Everything was a bombshell revelation for her; the fact that you two were having sex right next door and that she didn’t hear any of it, the fact that you two pretended to despise each other. But what seemed to shock her the most was that you two are actually dating. It took her a while to process everything—and by “a while” I mean she sat there opposite you two in silence like you’ve just been told off by a very disappointed parent for thirty excruciating minutes (in some ways, Hanni was indeed sort of the parent of the friend group). Thankfully, she agreed to keep her mouth shut about everything and very sternly told you to wear protection in the future because she “doesn’t want to have to babysit yet” to which you obliged. It was peaceful again after that but you knew you had to be more careful in the future because the rest of her friends will absolutely not keep something like this a secret.

“Wanna leave this party already? Can’t wait to ride that thick cock.”

A text, and it’s from the woman sitting directly in front of you—your girlfriend. She didn’t even need to send the text because you could already see in your eyes how badly she wants you. She’s been eye-fucking you for the past hour and it’s absolutely making you hot and bothered. She might as well pounce you in front of everyone if she could. It’s a side effect of her being drunk and with how she’s constantly readjusting her shorts, it’s obvious that Minji wants this night to end with her getting fucked into her bed again. A request that you’ll gladly oblige since this game is already starting to bore you anyways.

“Sure.”

To avoid any suspicion, she leaves first after bidding farewell to everyone. Followed by you twenty minutes later after “accidentally” spilling beer all over yourself. It was a quick getaway like clockwork, having to excuse yourselves plenty of times already from group gatherings just to satisfy your intense libido. It’s a great thing that Danielle’s place is only a five minute drive from Minji’s dorm because you can’t wait to get out of your pants. You excitedly made your way up to her room, disguise and all. Knocking on the door, you expected her to pull you in by your neck and makeout with you but what greeted you was her and Hanni sitting on the bed instead. What the fuck? There was certainly tension in the atmosphere—and silence? This is peculiar; it’s always pandemonium whenever those two best friends hang out—whether it’s Minji teasing Hanni for butchering her Korean or Hanni begging her not to do anything stupid. “Oh, you’re finally here.” Speaking of which, your girlfriend walks over to you and grabs you by your hand.

“Remember when I told you that we have an open relationship?”

Right. 

When you two were establishing the ground rules for your relationship, she made it clear that you were free to see other people. It definitely surprised you as you didn’t think Minji was that type of woman. But then again, you didn’t think she would be so willing to get dicked down by the person she hated the most and yet here you are. Of course you complied with her request. It’s the 21st century after all, so who cares about traditional dating norms? Plus, it’s not like she doesn’t have friends that you’d just like to get to know better and the freedom she gives is a welcome one. But that also meant she’s free to fuck around with other guys, something that bothered you for a while but eventually came to terms with. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Hanni wants you for the night. Sorry I couldn’t tell you through text earlier, didn’t wanna be rude or anything.” How can she be so casual about the entire thing? Especially when this is actually the first time the rule is being put to use. And for it to happen so early into your time together astounds you. Has she been dying to share you with her friends even when you were just casual fuckbuddies? Perhaps, but that’s a question you’ll continue to ask for another day. “You’re not actually about to turn her down are you? Don’t even lie and tell me that you haven’t thought about fucking her.” She’s not exactly wrong and as if she reads your mind, “She’s not a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Minji! I-I don’t want to force him. I just had a crappy first-time with my ex and you always talk about how good he is…..” Hanni’s face turns a darker shade of red with every word spoken and you would’ve almost called her “cute” if it wasn’t for the circumstance. Minji was right, she tends to babble whenever she’s nervous. “If he’s not okay with it I can just—“

“I accept.” You would have to be insane to refuse such an offer. It’s Hanni Pham out of all people. She probably has just as many admirers, maybe even more than Minji. To say that you haven’t let your thoughts run wild whenever she wears an outfit that exposes all of her prominent features would be a big lie. Just like the outfit she’s got on now; a white crop top and shorts, with the varsity jacket the only thing preventing her from exposing more skin. Fuck, she looks so tempting. You really have to get out of your pants sooner or later because the way Minji riled you up earlier isn’t calming your senses anytime soon.“Is there anything specific you want me to do? I’m pretty sure Minji’s already told you how wild we can be.”

“I want you to teach me how to have sex—well, I want you to teach me how to have sex. Properly.” There’s a glimmer of desperation and want in her eyes, her eyes telling you what she can not say directly. Hanni is, and forever will be, your girlfriend’s best friend. But with how tonight is shaping up to be, you might just want to keep coming back for more. “Let’s just take it slow, if that’s fine with you.”

“Don’t worry! He’ll take care of you, right?” Of course. You’ll have to ease her into your world—into you and Minji’s world. Your girlfriend always loved to lead the way every time you fucked her but a change in dynamic with Hanni’s got you even more riled up than you already are. Minji wraps an arm around your shoulder and the way she casually hands you off to her best friend as if you’re a puppy is extremely astounding. When she mentioned that she wants to keep things open between you two, you didn’t think it would include you taking on the task of teaching her friends such a sinful and dangerous act. But it’s not like you’re complaining, one glance over to the short but petite woman in front of you is enough to make you salivate. She takes your silence as an affirmative and is already dragging you two out of her room. “Great! I already placed a condom in your backpocket.” You immediately reach for the back of your pants and sure enough, the aluminum-wrapped piece of contraption is there.

“Have fun! And try not to make too much noise please, I’ve got an exam tomorrow I need to study for okay? Love you both!” A flying kiss is sent to your direction before slamming the door in your face. And despite the confidence you exceeded just mere minutes before, now you find yourself on your backfoot. It’s suffocating, it’s tense, and you don’t know whether you want to just drag her to her room and pin her against the wall or if you want to show some restraint like she told you to. Maybe it’s because you’ve never really known how to take it slow: in life and in bed. Everything is rushed, as if there’s a billion things that need to be done. Maybe things can change for one night only. But Hanni is already one-step ahead of you, gently dragging you by your sleeve towards her room. Her room smells nice, lights turned way down low to a dark shade of red, and her sheets folded up nicely. She notices you scanning her room and before you could get the chance to tease her about being so prepared you find yourself crashing on her bed with her on top.

Excitedly, you lean close to her face to capture her lips but a hand pushes you gently away from her. “S-Sorry, no kissing.” As if to not deflate your ego she quickly interjects, “But you can leave hickeys if you want instead.” That sounds good enough for you, kissing her would bring a whole host of new feelings that you definitely don’t want to explore any time soon so you opt for her irresistible neck instead. She strips away her varsity jacket, leaving her in just her crop top and shorts that are starting to feel warmer by the second. This exposes more skin for you to taste and you dive lower down to her clavicles and collarbones, making sure to leave red marks. Her hands aren’t idle, creeping slowly underneath your shirt as soft moans start to come out of her lips. You eventually take over, flipping your positions so that you’re now on top of her. You find both of her hands and intertwine them with yours, pushing them above her head as you devour her body and leave as much of it red as possible.

“I want to see more of you.” Hanni finally says something after a few minutes and you obey her commands. Your beer-soaked shirt comes off first and joins her varsity jacket on the carpeted floor, Hanni’s eyes immediately darting towards the expanse of your upper body and her wandering hands drag themselves towards your shoulders then down your chest. She’s eyeing you like a piece of meat to devour the same way you are doing to her. You don’t give her much time to ogle however as your lips find their way to her neck once again. Even biting her lips does very little to muffle her moans as you continue to leave mark after mark on her collarbones, drinking in the way she calls for you, yearns for you. A hand makes its way down to her toned tummy and you almost apologize with the way she hisses, “C-Cold….” She mutters, eyes closing and tongue sticking ever so slightly out. You really, desperately want to have a taste of her lips at this very moment and to have them slotted against yours but rules are rules. Even though the way they glisten under the warm, red lights of her room makes it extremely tempting to do so. You distract yourself, you have to. One hand is already fumbling with the straps of her undershirt while the other makes its way further down to her thighs, massaging and appreciating their softness and fullness. The motion causes her to jerk and slightly arch her back off of the bed and you immediately take a step back. Shit, were you being too hasty?

“Sorry, tell me if I’m moving too fast for your liking.” 

You take deep breaths when you pull away as you desperately try to keep your hormones in check and be a gentleman for once but still eyeing her almost naked body in front of you. Hanni shakes her head and wraps her arms around your neck to bring you closer to her again, burying your face on the crook of her neck as you inhale her floral scent. “It’s fine. It’s just—it’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve had a guy touch me down there. Her nails slowly drag their way down your back as you place soft pecks on her neck. “You can touch me wherever you want, I’m yours for tonight.” You hate the way a guttural groan escapes out of your mouth, having been given the green light to completely let loose. You don’t wait this time, yanking her undershirt to reveal a pair of soft and round breasts, perfect for her body size. The absence of a bra surprises you but it’s a welcome one at that. Meanwhile, you work on expertly unbuttoning her denim shorts and they’re thrown off somewhere in the room with hunger and you don’t miss the wet patch already forming on her panties. Interestingly, she doesn’t close her thighs out of embarrassment. In fact, there’s a smile. As if she knows she’s got you right where she wants you.

“Fuck, Hanni. I’m gonna treat you so good tonight. That I can assure you.” You carefully place a pillow behind her, instructing her to sit by the headboard as you remove the final obstruction. It’s at this moment that it truly hits you that Hanni Pham is in front of you, completely naked. Forget winning the lottery, the fact that your girlfriend is allowing you to fuck her friends is a price worth more than anything on this planet. For all the times you imagined how she’d look underneath her clothes, it still doesn’t beat the sight of the actual thing. The way she is curvy and thick at the same time in the most perfect combination possible; she may only be nineteen but she’s certainly grown into a full-fledged woman—one that’s made all of the guys crazy for her. You don’t even hesitate to spread her legs wide, her thighs already soaked when you make your way up to drink in as much of her essence as you possibly can. She’s already quivering under your touch but your strong arms keep her in her place as you continue to taste as much of Hanni Pham. But nothing compares when you finally stick your tongue out and take an experimental lick of her folds, a finger expertly playing with her clit to increase her pleasure.

Hanni is biting her lips so hard that you’re sure it’s bleeding already. You would’ve told her that it’s okay to moan freely because she’s not that loud to begin with but when you start to lick more hungrily and aggressively, plans quickly change. She grabs a pillow to cover her face and stifle her moans, and it’s fortunate that she did so because the sound she makes when you finally stick your tongue inside of her is loud enough for Minji to definitely hear. Knowing her, she will be proud of how well you are eating Hanni out like it’s your last meal. It’s truly heaven right now though, the way she tastes, the way she sounds, and the way her thighs are about to crush your head that you can’t help but reach down to your sweatpants and boxers and pull them down just enough to reveal your aching cock, slowly stroking yourself as precum slowly drips out onto her bed. But tonight is about her and you want to make sure that you’re doing a great job so you don’t even care that your face is drenched with her essence already. You begin to alternate between your finger and tongue, an act that causes her to take exasperated breaths and silent moans as her mouth opens wide. “Cum for me, Pham. I wanna hear you.”

It’s clear that she loves being told what to do because at your command, she starts getting tighter and tighter around your fingers and tongue—her pussy throbbing wildly. So much so that she’s writhing and clinging to the sheets so hard they’re surely going to be ripped off the bed soon. “Hmph! C-Cumming!” It’s all you hear from underneath her pillows when she grabs your hair by the fistful and pushes you closer into her, allowing you to drive your fingers deeper inside her. Thirty seconds. That is all it took for her to come completely undone, arching her sweaty body completely off of her bed and to moan your name shamelessly out loud. Now, you’re really hoping that everyone else is deep asleep because that wasn’t silent at all. Not that you’re going to complain, if everyone wants to know how good the popular girl on campus is being treated, let them. Your face is even more drenched at this point and you are just lapping up every single drop of her juices as she recovers from her mindblowing orgasm. You pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand then proceed to lay down beside her. There’s a few fleeting minutes of silence and you’re more than happy to stop here for the night if it’s already too much for her but clearly Hanni is not done yet (which is honestly a great thing for you because you don’t want all of your cum to end up on the shower tiles instead).

Just like what you did to her, she instructs you to sit by the headboard as she crawls her way towards you like a cat. “I wanna return the favor.” It’s no surprise that you are already leaking with precum, your cock swollen and throbbing the minute Hanni pulls your sweatpants and boxers together down. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex with Minji due to how busy you are and you could really use some relieving of tension down there. An audible gasp can be heard from her at the sight of your length, probably wondering how it manages to fit inside her best friend—your girlfriend. She grabs a hair tie off her wrist to turn her hair into a ponytail then uses a finger to swipe at the precum continuing to drip out of your cockhead. You don’t know if she’s teasing you but that look of satisfaction on her face as she brings that finger inside her mouth like she’s eating ice cream is downright erotic. “Need that mouth on my cock, Hanni. Please.” You may be the one in charge but she’s got you wrapped around her fingers much like Minji does at this very moment. Once done with her “snack”, she forms a fist around your cock, beginning to pump you at a leisurely pace and now you’re the one closing your eyes and groaning her name

Hanni scans your expressions to find the perfect pace and soon, she’s fondling your balls as well. Are you sure she doesn’t know how to have proper sex? Because the heavenly touch of her fingers and the way she’s cupping your heavy balls suggests that she wants you to explode all over her face even though you want to save it somewhere else. Now she’s dictating the pace and before you can tell her to slow it down a little, lowers her head down to your cock and slowly but surely behind to take you inside her mouth inch by inch. It looks like if there's one thing her ex taught her, it’s how to give a blowjob because her gag reflex is essentially nonexistent as she takes you all the way to the back of her throat. The feeling is electrifying and numbing both at once; her mouth is nice and warm and cozy—a toe-curling experience that can only be described as fucking amazing. 

“Your mouth takes cock so well, shit.” She hums with your cock still inside her mouth, forming a vacuum to increase your pleasure and another groan of her name leaves your mouth. You really want to facefuck her now and have her mouth overflowing with cum, the imagery causing you to throb continuously inside her and you will have to regretfully pull her away from you soon before it gets messy. It only takes a while before a burst of precum inside her is what finally leads you to leave the confines of her mouth before it’s all too late. As much as those lips of hers look great glazed with a load of yours, she deserves better. One last kiss of your tip before she gets up on her knees and you’re noticing her thighs glistening much more than before. “I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I’ll ask for your services.” That you have to agree with, though you find it interesting how she’s making it sound like you are her male escort. Again, not that you’re complaining. “Now, fuck me will you?”

You quickly search your sweatpants for the condom, hurriedly ripping the packaging and placing it on your drenched cock before walking back to the edge of the bed where Hanni is sitting. “Right, so how do you want me?” You stand proudly in front of her, your cock clearly showing where it wants to be: inside her. While she contemplates, you stroke your cock back to hardness which wasn’t difficult considering her naked sight in front of you. She doesn’t say anything else but instead makes you sit on the edge of the bed like her. She then walks over to straddle your lap, and you don’t even have the opportunity to ask her what she’s planning when her tight heat is already sinking down on your cock. That action is enough for her to drop her head onto your shoulder as she tries to get acclimated to the size and feeling of your cock inside her. “Fucking hell, are you sure you’re not a virgin?” It wouldn’t be surprising if she lied to you all this time because not even eating her out and fingering her is enough to loosen her up—or maybe you’re just too big for her small and petite body. Either way, you needed some time to recover as well. Think about something else because the way she’s grinding her hips on your cock is downright heavenly. It’s only fortunate that there’s a thin layer of rubber in between you two in case your orgasm comes without any warning because she’s clearly an expert at this too. Do you even need to teach her anything, really?

“Y-You’re bigger than my ex! Didn’t think—fuck—didn’t think dicks can get this large.” They do, especially when it’s her that’s being fucked but you’re so lost into your own pleasures that you forget to respond. You’re not one to accept and respond to compliments well, especially when a beautiful woman is bouncing on your cock and using you as her personal dildo so you keep your mouth shut. Despite your size, Hanni eventually does get used to it because she’s slowly transitioning from grinding into bouncing when she holds on to your shoulders for support. And you can’t help but stare at the way her tits jiggle mesmerizingly in rhythm every time she comes down hard on your cock. Since she’s already given you a green light to have your way on her body, you lean down to capture her left nipple on your mouth while fondling the other. That action causes her to clench tighter around your cock and it only encourages you to suck on her tits harder, tongue swirling around her nipple. You repeat this motion with her right nipple to make sure it receives the attention it deserves. You just can’t get enough of her because even when you’re done with her breasts you’re placing kisses and licking her everywhere, each acreage of porcelain skin is marked by your kisses and you’re going to make sure that she has a hard time covering it up tomorrow.

You didn’t know when exactly it happened but your thrusts now elicit a strong reaction from her, nails taking down your back and leaving scratches that will surely sting once you get in the shower later but you must’ve hit a spot that not even her ex or her dildos could reach because she’s downright screaming and having to bury herself on your neck to lower down the volume. Quickly taking advantage of this, you start thrusting upwards in response to her bounces and she’s basically cursing and moaning your name by this point as her sweaty body clings on to you. 

“Tell me if you’re gonna cum, Hanni. I’ll make sure to give you the best one you ever had.” A whisper to her contrasting loud moans as you leave kisses on the side of her head and eventually, her forehead. No verbal response but you can feel her nod against your shoulders and that’s when you knew it was time to bring it home. You wrap your arms around her waist tightly and try to hit that spot again and again. Cries of pleasure reverberates around her tiny room and she’s shivering against you as her orgasm overtakes her again. A much stronger orgasm that has her pussy squeezing tightly around your cock but you manage to hold on despite dying to cum inside her.

You hold on to her arms to prevent her from falling backwards, patting her back gently and fixing any disheveled hair caused by the mess. “D-Did you cum, too?” A shameful ‘no’ leaves your lips and you’re scared that she’ll think that she’s not a good fuck, that you were just forcing everything you were doing for the past thirty minutes when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Hanni pulls away from her neck to look at you in surprise, then it hits her. “You want to cum in my pussy, don’t you? Fine, I’ll just take a morning pill.” You’re glad Minji briefed her already, because the one place you don’t want your cum to end up in is a twenty dollar condom. If it was quick for you to put the condom on then it’s even quicker to take it off as you briefly get her off of you. Her slick has caused it to shrink around your cock but it doesn’t matter as you snap it off and throw it in the trash. Pull her down to your lap again, this time it is easy to sink her back down to your cock and you quickly get to fucking.

The lack of latex makes for an extreme sensation that has you moaning and groaning as you fuck her for the second time. But that’s not enough as you lift both of you from her bed and carry her in your arms, causing her to tightly wrap your limbs around you as gravity aids you in fucking her. It’s the perfect position because you get two handfuls of her ass while she bounces on your cock and because she’s somehow louder than before as you are basically splitting her in half. Every single thrust drives your tip into her cervix and you’re sure she’s seeing stars by the way she’s clinging on to you for dear life as you fold her up like a lawn chair in this position. It’s so easy to manhandle her, the way her light body just bends to your will and you’ll definitely give her a much bigger load now that you are fucking her raw. The loud slaps of skin fill the room as you continue to fuck up into her, not even waiting for her to come down before you thrust again. There’s no way you’re absolutely lasting longer than ten minutes this time because of how you prevented yourself from cumming twice already so you end up jackhammering into her, the tension in your balls increasing by the second as you are ready to unload. 

“Cum in me!“ is all you hear before the overwhelming sensation and tension finally snaps, the first rope of hot cum causes a smaller, second orgasm from Hanni. It’s fucking euphoric and blissful, the way each rope takes away all of your frustrations—filling every single space inside her womb, the way it coats your cock and drips back down to your balls and to her floor with how much you came inside her, the way it completely takes over your body, causing you to fall back down to her bed and bring her with you. “Cum for me again, can you do that for me?” A faint voice from Hanni as she gyrates her hips to match your thrusts. It’s not like you were planning on doing anything different. You can’t stop, won’t stop pumping into her despite both of you being oversensitive and sure enough, you find yourself unloading inside her for a second time five minutes later as if you didn’t already cum inside her. This fresh load replaces the previous one and soon, her sheets are soiled with cum as well. You haven’t cum this hard and this much in a while, the prospect of fucking your girlfriend’s best friend making you hornier than you have been before and it’s showing.

It’s a sticky mess once everything finally settles down, with her finding it difficult to get off of you with how much semen you’ve unloaded inside her that she’s definitely going to need that morning pill. A mess between her thighs is what you have to show for it once she does and you’re absolutely spent when she lays down beside you. “Fuck, that was hot.” Surprisingly, she still has the strength to get off her bed and collect both of your clothes while also cleaning herself up in the process. Right. This is not Minji’s room and it would be even more scandalous if other people find out you just had sex with your girlfriend’s best friend. She quickly throws you your clothes and you work on putting them back on. “You’re as good as advertised, I’ll definitely recommend you to Danielle.” Danielle? Her varsity jacket and shorts are worn in a hurry, along with her crop top and bra. “She hasn’t had good dick in a while, you see.” She grabs your phone and makes you unlock it, tapping furiously at the screen for a few seconds before handing it back to you. “I just saved her number so you won’t get spooked when she messages you for her dick appointment. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my mouth shut about you and Minji.” It’s a great thing that you’re already fully clothed because she’s dragging you by your arms and out of her dorm. “Ok, see you! I’ll keep in touch with you again.” You don’t dare to ask any questions at this point so you decide to walk back to Minji’s room again. 

“Wait!” But she stops you on your tracks, this time that shy and nervous expression making its appearance on her face once more. “And uh, I forgot something.” She grabs your phone again and taps on the screen furiously like she did earlier, and as you were about to take it back from her she grabs you forcefully and places a kiss on your lips.

Smooch.

“I also added my number. Maybe I’ll ask Minji if we can share you in more ways than one.” Then a wink, then you feel a gust of wind hitting your face after she closes the door.

What the fuck?  

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Night Sky

(A/N) Drunk Simon...I love him.

Pairing: Simon x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: mentions of alcohol, Simon being drunk and freaking adorable

Synopsis: A rare moment that the Reader and Simon just get to enjoy.

A knock woke you from your slumber on the living room couch. You looked around, confused about where you were and how you’d woken up. The TV was still running in the background as you grabbed your phone to check the time. A bright 11:21 blinded you as another knock echoed through the house.

“Coming. Coming!”

You stumbled to your feet and slowly made your way to the front door while trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. Who the hell would knock on your door so late? You hesitated for a second, wondering if you maybe should grab your husband’s gun in case it was not just the neighbor who had locked himself out again. But now you were already standing before the front door, you might as well open it.

“Wha-?”

The word died on your tongue as you came face to face with Price. A sight that you’d always been afraid of and for a moment panic gripped your heart. But then you remembered, they had gone to a pub earlier that night. They hadn’t just come back from a mission, so there was no way something had happened to Simon. Right?

“Where is he?”

Price chuckled and stepped to the side so you could see what was going on behind him. There was your husband, lying in the grass with Soap and Gaz standing over him. He was pointing at the night sky, mumbling something incoherent. It was clear that he was wasted. In no other state would you find Simon just lying on the ground.

“Do I want to know what happened?”

Price shook his head, a bright smile on his face.

“No, but he is all yours now, sweetheart.”

You smiled yourself as you shook your head in slight disbelief before you grabbed your keys and walked outside, closing the door behind you. As you ventured closer, both Gaz and Soap looked up and smiled at you.

“Thanks for bringing him home, boys.”

They all nodded and bid their goodbyes before leaving. As soon as they were gone, you laid down next to Simon and grabbed one of his hands, interlacing your fingers. That got his attention and he looked at you, his eyes widening once he recognized you.

“Luv.”

He sounded so excited as he slurred the word, making you chuckle and roll over to face him properly.

“Hi, Si.”

He grinned, his usual mask gone, an unusual sight outside the house. He too rolled over and quickly wrapped both arms around your waist, before rolling back onto his back. A surprised squeak escaped your lips before you started to giggle as you were now lying on top of your husband.

You looked at your husband as he gazed back at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. A grin spread on your lips as you held eye contact.

“Hi.”

It was only a whisper, but Simon’s ears easily picked it up.

“Hi.”

You smiled at him, before lowering your head against his chest, a content sigh leaving your lips. His arms around you tightened and for some time all you two did was lay there and cuddle underneath the night sky.

Moments like these were rare with Simon. His trauma often prevented him from enjoying the simple things in life, so you were set to enjoy it even more. But soon the cold started to seep through the small amount of clothes you were wearing and shivers started to run through your body.

“Si? Can we go inside? I’m cold.”

His head snapped to look at you and while his eyes still held adoration, they now looked determined. For what exactly, you didn’t know. With a nod, he quickly scrambled to his feet while still holding onto you. He expertly shifted you, so that he was carrying you bridal style into the house, opening the door and kicking it shut behind himself.

You giggled as he quickly went up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Within a few seconds, you were in your bedroom and Simon gently sat you down on the edge of the bed, before he started to strip. If he weren’t drunk you wouldn’t have been able to not enjoy the show. But now you were rather concerned since he seemed to get stuck with every piece of clothing.

With a light chuckle, you got to your feet and gently helped your man out of his clothes. Once he was only wearing his boxers, you led him to his side of the bed and told him to lie down, while you quickly grabbed some water and pain meds for him. By the time you returned to the room, he was already softly snoring, sleeping peacefully. The sight painted a smile on your lips and you couldn’t help but just stand there and look at him for a few moments.

Once you were sure you could never forget that view, you laid down next to him, cuddling up against the behemoth of a man. And with a content smile on your lips, you fell asleep next to the love of your life.

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Pike's Place (Episode Two: The Holiday)

A huge thank you to @burntheedges for a fun Roll-a-Trope Challenge that has turned into a slow burn, snowed in Winter Series. Two installments a month, final episode on Christmas Day! I wanted to try my first beta'd writing, and have @inept-the-magnificent to thank for all their encouragements and outline rec's! 3k word count

Triggers: Tipsy Pike (cutest ever), slight profanity, sexy thoughts, accidental lingerie (?), discussions of ex, stranded car trouble, discussion of pandemic...

Episode One: Pike's Place

Episode Two: The Holiday

Episode Three: Pike's Place; Elf

Episode Four Coming October 6th!

You stood, poised with crowbar and cell phone in hand, watching the adorable, pink-cheeked man in front of you swaying ever so slightly. “How can I help you?’ his voice comedically cracked at the end, as the tv meandered on with Jimmy Stewart’s countenance flickering before you. Still shivering slightly from the cold your explanation cascaded forth, somewhat unhinged, 

“ImeansincethepandemicIcanttellifImcomingorgoing.Itsbeenalongroadmethaphoricallyliterallysexuallyspiritually.OfcoursenotallwhowanderarelostbutthisgalisasIcantfindmyAirbnb.BessiekonkedoutonthesideoftheroadcouldIuseyourlandline?”

You stood huffing slightly from the minimal hike, atmospheric cold and rambling monologue, which seemed to have no affect on your clueless cabin mate. He stood irresolute except for a slight waver that betrayed his intoxicated state. Feeling more awkward by the second you glanced around the room for any sign of life, noticing a small lanyard by the door that stated, “Agent Pike; Art Squad”, featuring a clean shaven version of the business lumberjack in front of you. If this man was a threat, he was certainly masking it well. You were the one holding a crowbar and crashing his tipsy Christmas extravaganza. A pang of guilt flashed through you as you realized the silence was stretching into an eternity. Agent Pike might be cutting quite the cozy figure, but you were starting to feel like Winter Barbie in your pink snow suit, complete with crow bar and cell phone props. All you needed was the Pink Corvette and you could leave this sweet man alone for the holidays…

Pike blinked confusedly as his eyes focused in and out on the vision in front of him. Was he hallucinating? One minute he had been enjoying a bottle of red, and commiserating with Jimmy Stewart. The next second a pink snow bunny had materialized on his snow-bidden doorstep and was propositioning him with a crowbar and cell phone. Merry Christmas? He swallowed dryly, pink cotton candy between his ears, static in his vision. This must be a mistake, have I finally summoned love itself, he wondered? Was he saying anything? Am I saying anything? Time seemed to be moving in liquid droplets, or lightly falling snow. He was cold. He was hot. He was confused. He was drunk? Why was he wearing a suit jacket? The pink vision was talking to him in lilting tones, but he couldn’t concentrate, focusing on her sparkly eyes and curving body. Clearing his throat, he decided to reboot.

“How can I help you?” he repeated dumbly, attempting to stifle a small unbidden hiccup. Pike stumbled slightly, chuckling to himself…

You lurched forward in a pink swirl of energy, attempting to grab his hand and finding it impossible with a crow bar and cell phone. “Whoa, steady there, Agent! You okay?”

His eyelids were now half closed as he grinned dopily, “Sorry, I feel like I might bump into you. Guess that red rrreally packed a punch…” he swung loosely, poking you in the ribs eliciting a small shiver of surprise. You set the crowbar down on the nearby table and pocketed your cell phone. 

“I’m sorry, I’m totally disrupting your holiday celebration…with your family?…” you ventured a curiosity, catching another glance at his comfy gray sweatpants and wondering what lay beneath. Swatting the thought away, you held him by the wrists lightly as he swayed like a dandelion in the wind, attempting to catch sight of a…non-existent ring.

“Just me” he grinned, though it bordered on a whimper that caught in his throat, as his forehead scrunched in concern. “All alone on the holidays…” he trailed off, nearly to himself.

Oh my gawd. Did I just fall in love? Your eyebrows shot up to your forehead in surprise, looking over at the dwindling fire and near finished bottle of red. Gosh, maybe you weren’t the only one feeling lonely this holiday season. After the pandemic it seemed as though the world had moved on without you, but maybe there were some others feeling a little left behind. You pouted sympathetically, wondering if you had found a kindred spirit.

“Come on, let’s get you situated here…” you easily led him to the couch as he collapsed unceremoniously in a heap, sighing heavily. Of course, it might have been bravado on your part, but this guy did seem to be a security agent of some kind, and he certainly wasn’t a pressing danger in this state. You looked over at his forlorn grin as he rubbed his socked feet together like a cricket. Heaving a sigh of relief, you plopped down on the couch next to him, trying to figure out your next steps. You looked around the small cabin. Nobody had a landline anymore, and even if they did, who was gonna be able to reach you at this time of night, in a snow storm? 

“You’re stuck!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger as though divining the truth you had uttered mere seconds ago. You smiled broadly, feeling yourself melt into the couch. This was going to be a problem.

“Yes, Detective, that is correct” you grinned, looking around the room for one final scavenging hunt before giving up completely. “My car isn’t moving another foot and apparently neither am I”.

He nodded appraisingly as though clairvoyant, “I thought asz much” he slurred slightly, trying to gather his bearings, and sitting up a bit to focus. “I’m not a detective, but I notice stuff” he kept nodding and gave you a little wink. You pursed your lips together in amusement. I mean, you WERE crashing his solo holiday celebration, but damned if you weren’t already smitten with Agent Pike.

“I mean, I don’t notice EV-E-R-Y-THING” he emphasized every syllable dramatically, not attempting to stifle the next hiccup. “My girlfriend (hiccup)…”

Your stomach lurched forward, unsure where his sentence was headed…

“…left me for another guy”.

You tried to hide your guilty enthusiasm with a sympathetic pout.

“S’okay” he waved his hands in front of him, nearly knocking over the wine bottle in the process. “I moved waaaaaay too fasst. But no more. Nope. Not for me (hiccup). I’mma just go it alooooone…” he trailed off, blinking rapidly. “Drinkss?” he gestured broadly, nearly knocking over the wine bottle again, which he punctuated with a hiccup. “S-sorry I stoods up a little fast. Too fast…” he trailed off again pouring the remaining dregs into his glass.

You sniffled with emotion or congestion watching this puppy dog of a man unravel in front of you. “Why can’t I find somebody like you?” you whispered, eyes widening to the shape of saucers, chagrined that your inner monologue had somehow materialized outward.

“What?” he hiccuped, offering you the now empty wine bottle. You took it from his hands gently. “Okay, last round Agent Pike” you smirked, wondering at this enigmatic turn of events. Transparently you marveled at your miraculously good fortune, but at what cost? You found yourself snowed in, with a teddy bear of a guy, who was apparently nursing a broken heart, and yours had yet to start beating again. You twiddled your thumbs nervously, wary to share too much information. But drawn magnetically forward by his warm gaze, you decided to hazard the harsh truth. He won’t even remember this conversation tomorrow anyways, you rationalized.

Pike was squinting hard to try to cement every detail into his memory. If this was how he met his wife, he wanted to remember the moment it happened. That was stupid. She’d have to be his fiancé first. He shook his head slightly attempting to clear it of cobwebs. Why can’t you be a normal human and just start with a date, you imbecile. That’s ridiculous, you can’t go on a date out in the wilderness. She might not even be single. I wonder how many children she wants, the thoughts floated through his mind unrequested. Listen to what she’s saying you idiot, he chastised himself. You’re an officer of the law, Pike, get it together. He tried to sip his wine introspectively, quickly becoming aware that was intensifying his intoxication. Whatever you do, just take it slow, Pike. Don’t rush in like last time. The last thing women want is someone moving too fast and making assumptions that aren’t real. This gal finds herself in a tight pinch, and all you’re going to do is make sure she gets home in one piece. He found himself staring at your lips as they moved fluidly, wondering how they might feel….Hot damn, shut up, Pike! You’re already muddled enough, just keep your thoughts to yourself and don’t say anything stupid. She’s pretty. He shifted with slight discomfort noticing the tell-tale pinching feeling between his legs. For that matter, just don’t do or say anything at all. Robot. You’re a robot. You don’t think, you don’t feel anything.

“It’s nice to talk to a real human” you began, unsure of how much to share and what to omit. “I’ve been working from home a lot, and sometimes it seems like the world just keeps getting smaller and smaller”.

He nodded his head imploringly, holding the wine glass between his lips like a sippy cup. You almost couldn’t help yourself. There was something about this man that probably charmed everyone to his gentle personality, but you didn’t care. It had been so long since you had anyone listen to you, particularly someone in gray sweatpants. You found yourself melting like a snow…woman into the couch, assured that he somehow understood what you were talking about. Just two people. Lamenting the lamentable. Sobbing into their Christmas cookies. The holidays SUCK. Donna Reed caught your eye as she ran the down the street from Jimmy Stewart’s passionate advances. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, still hoping they ended up together. Horror upon horror, “Mary Hatch” was a librarian and a SPINSTER! Sigh. If she had lived during the 21st century things you probably would have been buddies. But alas, she was in the 1940’s and you were in the 20 somethings. She was a fictional character and you were as real as it gets. She was wearing a snood. And you were in a pink snow suit.

He sloppily reached out to grab your knee. “I know!” he nearly shouted, nodding like a bobble head.

You giggled slightly, mostly to keep from crying, but you felt the emotion bubble up within you nonetheless. You hadn’t even voiced the hurt to yourself, so speaking it into existence was a bit harder than you anticipated. The fire crackled in the hearth warmly, adding a softness to the moment that floated hazily in the room. You began to notice how hot everything had become, staring into his eyes as they drifted lazily in and out of focus.

“I haven’t even….dated anyone since the pandemic…” your voice nearly disappeared, shocked you were sharing this information with a man you had suspected of being a serial killer but 20 minutes earlier.

“Oh nooo” he lamented, tipping his head sideways on to the couch and turning his body towards you. “Well, you’re not missing anyone… No, that’s not right (hiccup). I’m sorry. Men are dumb” he paused, suddenly befuddled in his buzzing state that he had said too much. “Or women? Women are dumb!” he cringed, trying to blearily ascertain the situation, now growing concerned that he had misread the signs AND insulted you.

You grinned again, appreciative of his awareness even in an intoxicated state. “Yes, well women can be stupid too, but boyfriends take the cake” you huffed. Taking special notice of the amber flecks in the pooling brown of his eyes, you tilted your head to meet his. “At some point, it really does seem easier to just go it alone”. Damn, why was it so hot in here? Peri-menopause ought to be a few years off for Christ’s sake. You looked over at the crackling fire.

“I guess it’s my own fault” you slid the zipper of your snow suit down, dabbing at the perspiration on your neck and overheating in more ways than one. “Somehow I just became more and more isolated as time progressed” your lower lip wobbled unexpectedly, surprising even you. “I wish I could be more relaxed. More forward. Much like Bessie the Hyundai, I have a tendency to move as slow as molasses”. You looked over at his doe like countenance, as he had apparently drained the final dregs of his wine glass and was looking pointedly at your chest. He gulped dryly, raising his eyes to meet yours.

Oops. You glanced down at your unzipped snow suit, suddenly remembering there wasn’t much beneath. A sparkly pink bra and matching underwear had most assuredly caught his attention, but had slipped yours. Coughing slightly, you slid the zipper back up just enough to showcase your burgeoning cleavage. His brain seemed to have short circuited as you winced with embarrassment. 

Marry me, he thought. Shut up, Pike! Did you not learn your lesson in Sacramento? This isn’t some cinematic, sappy movie that you’re watching on AMC! You’re an agent for God’s sakes! Man of the law. He licked his lips dryly wondering who had drunk all of the wine. I’m just a hopeless romantic, emphasis on the hopeless part, he drolled to himself. Just a lone wolf. I wonder what her lips taste like. Shhh! Lonely wolf. Awwwooooo! He stifled a wine-fiiled giggle..

About three things you were absolutely positive. Number one, Agent Pike was the most adorable non-serial killer you had ever met. Second, there was a part of him, and you didn’t know how potent that part might be, was ogling your…snow suit. And third…you seemed to have no problem with it whatsoever.

“I think you’re a hero” he hiccuped, holding his now empty wine glass up in a toast. His eyes were twinkling as a stray lock of hair dangled in front of his chocolate colored eyes. Puffing his cheeks to blow the strand away, you mercifully reached up to draw it back into place.

“I’m a hero, Agent Pike?” 

“Yeaaaaah” he drawled, then sitting up suddenly in a burst of focused energy. “You must be the heroine of your own story!” he looked like he was about to stand up and deliver a speech, so you positioned both hands on his quads to calm the situation.

“Okayeeee Pike. I think if it’s okay with you I can bunk here for the evening, and come morning I can call Triple A and see about getting a tow. Does that sound okay to you Agent?” you gazed at him curiously as he swayed slightly, still grinning.

“There’s hot chocolate” he offered, somewhat randomly, but helpful nonetheless. “You can call me Mr. Pike if you want (hiccup). I mean Mr. Marcus…M-M-arcus…” he mumbled adorably.

“Thank you for the hot chocolate, Mr. Marcus” you offered sweetly, noticing that your hands were still cemented to his broad thighs. You wiggled your fingers slightly, in a near out of body experience, as he remained intoxicatingly unawares.

“We can finish the movie!” he exclaimed. “I’ll take the couch!” he hiccuped, lying back with contentment as you took the wine glass out of his hand gently. “I wanna hear it!” he chanted “I’m the hero of my own story!!!” he repeated, grabbing the remote to unmute the tv and then closing his eyes serenely.

“You’re the hero of my story” you absentmindedly repeated, noticing the next movie “The Holiday” had started twinkling before you. You gazed at the small staircase leading up to a possible bedroom for the night. This certainly was not the way you had anticipated your adventure starting, but perhaps Agent Pike was going to be the Christmas gift you never expected, but always deserved. All that remained was to see if you could let yourself receive it, before the Christmas Miracle evaporated. The familiar opening melody of “The Holiday” began as you looked over to notice small snuffles and light snores drift from Pike’s plush lips, made pink in the flickering fire-light. Art Squad indeed, you marveled, finally able to get a glance at his aquiline nose and gentle profile. Your eyes drifted over his broad chest, soft stomach and cozy gray sweat pants. Holding your hands firmly in your lap, you drew yourself up to grab the nearest chunky blanket and tuck him in. Taking an indulgent moment to lightly draw your fingertips over his frame, you thought you caught the lightest whisper of, “Love you, honey” before he slipped back into a wine-soaked slumber. 

Oh my, this WAS going to be a problem, you smiled, shutting off the tv, and padding up the stairs to find your bedding for the evening.

Merry Christmas to us all, and to all a good night…

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Familiar Face

Chapter two leggo Chapter 1 - AO3 Mirror

If finding a dress hadn't been the hardest part of the day, bringing yourself to leave your room at the inn definitely deemed to be the most difficult. 

After hours of searching you finally were able to navigate the city well enough to track down a dress maker closer to gates of the Upper City. It should have been obvious that any store selling fancy clothing would be low on stock considering how the party was such a big topic among citizens when you were trying to find your way around. The shopkeeper did seem a little exhausted from how many clients they have likely catered to throughout the day, but they assisted you nonetheless with your quest to find something reasonable enough to show up to a masquerade in. 

After skimming through the limited options, you did land on something that caught your eye. 

A black and gold floor length gown, the sleeves sheer enough to allow some skin to peek through. The plunging neckline wasn't your favorite, in fact you were more awe struck by the low cut back, but when the shopkeeper insisted it was 'all the rage these days' you really didn't feel like you had much of a choice.

Standing in front of the mirror with it on, you felt like you were someone else. You realized you hadn't noticed the slit up the thigh in the store, but decide it's rather alluring the way your leg peeks out with every step you take. You spent some time pinning your hair up instead of allowing it to cascade down your back or in braids as usual, figuring if you were going to wear something backless you might as well show it off. The shoes you'll need to get used to, feeling as though you're walking on stilts for the first time, but it was offered up as a gift to go along with the dress, how could you refuse?

You finally catch your own eyes in the mirror, the uncertainty painting your face as you debated your next steps. You could practically hear your mother scolding you in the back of your mind about how dangerous it is to wander into the city so blind, much less the palace owned by the very Lord that resides over the city. For a moment, you detest the way your eyes remind you of her, having heard your entire life how you got your mother's eyes.

No, I have to do this. To hells with it.

You draw in a slow breath, an attempt to slow your heart rate as you finally reach for your black eye mask, secure it to your head and finally leave your room.

You've fought gnolls and goblins growing up, yet the thing having you shaking in your heels was a silly little party. 

You had the day to find your way to the palace, recognizing all of the backroads to take in order to avoid the crowd as much as possible. You did wait until nightfall before venturing out to ensure you weren't stuck waiting for the doors to fly open the moment sundown hit. Your current effort to walk in heels might be pathetic, but you weren't going to be waiting at the door like a rabid fan pathetic.

The palace stood before you like nothing you have ever seen before. There was an aura on it you couldn't quite place, it felt like you wanted to escape your own skin and run home before you could even step foot inside- Regardless, you push on. Climbing the steps to the giant wooden doors standing at the entrance, already open and the hum of music can be heard from the ballroom further down the main hall. There are people strung about laughing, drinking and enjoying the company of others. You note that not only do the party goers have their masks on, but so do the staff. You suppose for something called a midnight masquerade they really do take it seriously. 

Your heart pangs in your chest and you draw in another slow breath, not allowing the anxiety to show as you walked through the front doors and down the hall lined with extravagant sculptures and protected artifacts that look older than time itself.    

You watch through your mask as people dance and mingling on the dancefloor of the ballroom further down the hall, their clothes just as extravagant as the decorations lining the palace themselves. It would seem everyone took this night very seriously indeed, especially after learning it happened on the same night every year from eavesdropping during your prior adventures. 

Your footsteps slow to a halt as you stand at the doors of the ballroom, taking in the beautiful decorations, a full buffet of the finest foods you could only dare imagine and among them some of the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

Granted the masks can be deceiving, but it's amazing how it brings a sense of mystery to all of it.

You follow along the wall to the side, debating quietly to head towards the buffet first or if you should scope out the area first before making any decisions. 

Your eyes trail among the dancing bodies and some wandering hands, wondering quietly if this is some weird sex party you've heard about from some of your family friends during late night conversations when you should have been in bed. You shake off the memories, finally landing on the head of the room- A grand throne at the center of it almost as though it was on a pedestal. Although it wasn't necessarily the furniture that drew all of your attention.

There sat a bored looking man, a pale elf with his chin in his palm as he watched the party unfold in front of him. His wild white curls adorned his head, clashing against the dark purple color of the mask covering his eyes. You can see the way his lips seem to curl into a frown, as if unimpressed with the extravagance of the evening itself. 

It only took half a second to deduct he must be Lord Astarion.

The next half you realized he was staring back at you.

It was as though as shiver ran down your spine, you could barely catch the color of his eyes from this distance and yet it felt as though it shot electricity through you. The moment your eyes met you were drawn to him, and when you finally forced yourself to look away, the feeling faded.

Strange.

You shook it off, it must be the nerves, and he's absolutely entitled to look upon the guests that have entered his home.

However the thought that he noticed you staring first made you uneasy, noting it's probably best to keep your eyes to yourself for now. You just wanted to blend in and have some memories to share when you get home and despite your parents disapproval of leaving home in the first place, but still inevitably ask for every detail you can offer up. 

With that you found the courage to move your feet, walking over to the buffet table and looking over the drink selection.

You grab a golden goblet, inspecting the contents of the liquid before recognizing it as wine and take a slow sip.

Dry, rich, definitely not any wine you're used to having back home.

"My, aren't you a pretty young thing that wandered in?"

The sultry voice nearly makes you jump where you stand, spinning around on your heel to see the very eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I don't believe I've seen you before, a traveler?" Astarion's lips curled into a smile, leaning in closer with a tilt of his head, obviously expecting an answer. 

It took way too long to find your voice, but you're surprised it wasn't reflecting how fast your heart was beating.

"Just making my way through, I saw the invitations and I was curious." You manage to get out, bringing your other hand to hold the goblet and steady yourself to prevent from shaking. "My apologies if outsiders are not welcome."

"Nonsense, I welcome anyone and everyone into my home this evening. I would have been insulted had I found out someone like you was in town and decided not to come by for some fun." His eyes flicked behind his mask over you, taking in your dress, your posture, trailing back up your neck and back into your eyes.

It was then you realized his eyes were red. 

"I welcome you to my humble abode, please make yourself comfortable." He practically purred, reaching down to take a hand into his and raising it up to press his lips against your knuckles. 

It was gentle, soft and quick, but you noted how cold his lips felt against your flesh. 

Before you could open your mouth to reply, he was already slinking away, potentially busying himself with ensuring everything was in order.

You felt like he had taken the air right out of your lungs, the feelings of his lips still lingering on your hand as it falls back to your side and you are left completely dumbfounded.

You're pretty sure the Lord of Baldur's Gate is a Vampire.

Honestly you're not too sure why that was the first deduction that came to your mind, but you've seen those eyes before, you're absolutely sure of it. 

It took a moment to realize you were holding your breath, finally forcing the air back out and bringing yourself back to reality. If he is a vampire and you've wandered into a vampires home, you're probably in a lot more trouble than you first believed. It doesn't seem as though it is common knowledge among the other citizens dancing about without a care in the world.

If it is a secret, you're definitely not going to be the one to pull the alarm. 

You raise the goblet back up to your lips, chugging back the rich wine in one quick gulp before setting the empty cup down on the table and wander out of the ballroom to make your escape. 

Perhaps the buzz of the wine hit you a bit too quickly with your efforts to down the drink in one motion, the haziness swarming your head as though you haven't had a drink in your entire life. 

No, you recognize this feeling. It reminds you of the experimental concoctions you made growing up to prove to your father that you had a knack for crafting potions. 

Of course the wine would be charmed. 

Your parents would be so thoroughly disappointed in you.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion, along with a rose colored shade now illuminating everything in sight. You can't bring yourself to leave, staring at the front doors as you internally fight yourself to just walk forward, go back to your room at the tavern, sleep off the effects of whatever was added to the wine and finally go home.

"Don't tell me you were thinking of leaving." A voice drawled out next to you, half expecting to see Astarion once more, you noted the way your heart sank meeting the gaze of a different pale man behind a dark mask. "The party is only getting started."

"I think I-" You choke, your legs beginning to feel weak. "I think I just need some air."

"Come now, don't play hard to get." The man took another step closer, causing you to move away until your back hits the wall behind you. "I can't let someone as delicious as you get away that easily."

Okay, now you definitely know this is a vampires monastery. 

He flashes a toothy grin, the sharp edges of his fangs catching in the light and you aren't even sure if they're bothering to keep it a secret at this point. However with the drinks being charmed, they probably have no reason to if they threw this event to ensure they get as many unsuspecting necks as possible.

He had already begun to lean in close to you, and you brought up your hands to press against his chest and try to discreetly keep him at bay. His smile faltered, looking down at your hands and back at you with a confused crossing his face, as though you should be enthralled with the fact he's invading your personal space without your consent.

"I do usually enjoy a challenge," He growled, reaching up to grip your wrist with a tight squeeze. "But we've waited all year for this, so if this needs to be done the hard way, I have no problem spilling some blood."

"Lawrence."

You both froze, feeling the grip on your wrist immediately let go and it was like he had been shot with electricity the way he jolted away from you. You're both met with Astarion standing at the entrance of the ballroom, hand on his hip and his eyes focused on the man you were sure was about to murder you without a second thought. 

"You forget your manners, it seems. I have no problem reminding you of them." His tone shifted to a threat, dropping low and causing Lawrence to visibly shake where he stood. 

"I've been too eager, my apologies, my Lord." He quickly stammered, ducking his head in a bow and scampering away behind a curtain further down the hall, disappearing out of sight entirely.

A complete shift from the confident man that first approached you.

"My family forgets themselves at times, my sincerest apologies if he startled you." Astarion offers, stepping away from the door and giving you a look over as if to inspect you for any damage. "I must admit, he does have taste."

"If you think some charmed wine and sweet nothings whispered in my ear is going to be enough to drink my blood, you definitely have the wrong girl." You suddenly spat back, placing your hands behind you to steady yourself against the wall. "With all the stories I've heard, I should have figured I was walking into vampire territory."

"Aren't you the perceptive one." He hummed, looking far more entertained with your response than you expected. "You haven't even been here all that long and you've figured that out. You're definitely not from around here."

"Like I said, I was just passing through." You try to push yourself off the wall, finding it hard to steady yourself on your own two feet with every passing moment. "I think it's time I head out, but thank you so much for the... interesting evening."

"You don't look like you can walk two steps forward much less through town to whatever gaudy tavern you have for yourself in the city." His smile falters slightly, his eyes catching yours and it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest. "We have plenty of space here, why don't you lie down for a bit?"

"And leave my neck open for the taking? Only an idiot would accept that." 

Suddenly your knees buckle beneath you, fully expecting to crumble on the floor until you feel two arms wind around you to keep you up. You could feel Astarion's breath near your ear, he was so dangerously close and you're pretty sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"I assure you nobody will come searching for a late night snack," He replied, laughing slightly at your efforts to stand up and resist his help. "You have my word."

Your limbs felt like jelly, you could barely see straight much less focus on navigating the streets to get yourself home. You know it would be more dangerous to leave in the state you were in, not even knowing the dangers you could face were you to collapse in the middle of the street.

He took your silence as an answer, leaning down and sweeping his arm under your knees to pick you up off the ground. Your hands grip onto the front of his vest, the sudden motion of being lifted up causing your head to spin faster.

As he began to walk, everything surrounding you began to fade, the music now drowned out with the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. 

The people around you were somehow no longer there, the elaborate decorations fading out of focus as well. 

You forced yourself to look up, the last thing you manage to see was a pair of sharp fangs smiling down at you and piercing red eyes boring into your soul before all remaining was lost to darkness.

[ofhope]

Sleep clung to him like an overbearing coat. Such didn't touch his eyes, his pinpoint gaze zeroed into the occupant of his couch: the answer? Obvious, if the click of his smartphone laying facedown wasn't too ginormous an indication. Restlessness painted itself a distracting portrait upon his muse, eyes wide, not flickering or lowered. There's a tsk in the air, less toward Aventurine, more toward his predicament.

“It was hardly noticeable until moments ago,” not a lie, but a cold truth - Veritas was so submerged in his own sleep, he hadn't felt the tug of the sheets as Aventurine made to his feet, to paddle along to the living room. “I rolled over. You weren't there.”

Dismay was poignant in his tone. Veritas wasn't always forthright with his affections, but the implication was there: once I noticed, I couldn't return to sleep. Then Aventurine opened wide his embrace, and with a puff of air, Veritas wordlessly accepted the peace-offering. More-so on the couch than on Aventurine, chest-to-chest, knee on either hip, Veritas breathed a breath he hadn't been aware of holding.

“In venturing for the opposite, you achieved your feared result. Most times, stasis is better than running out into the battlefield. Given the sheer amount of blankets scattered about, this area isn't far off from such a scene. As you know, I've grown rather used to your presence... that, and it seems you need a reminder: I wear a sleep-mask to bed.”

Bringing his arm to snake around Aventurine's waist, he squished his cheek against the plane of his collarbone contently.

“Perhaps it would do you well to pick out the next living room arrangement. Of course, it won't be without my critiques.”

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[thistransient]

I am going to attribute my uncharacteristic energy on my Korea trip at least partly to the fact that the temperature was not yet at roasting levels in Seoul. I had very little impetus to pry myself out of the very comfy hotel bed & aircon today. Around 14:00 I finally ventured out for lunch, and then sat in the cafe for a while writing (I had neglected to buy a SIM card, partially out of laziness and partially to force myself to take a phone scrolling break.) I was wearing a shirt that said 台灣大學 (NTU), which a friend suggested might be a conversation starter, and certainly it started a conversation for the people at a table next to me in Mandarin, but I contented myself with eavesdropping.

Afterwards I felt I should do some sort of activity, and took a short walk to a nearby museum before deciding it was closing too soon to justify buying a ticket. Suffice to say it was hot out. I had decided to forgo my mask because almost no one seemed to be wearing them here, but the heat also lent itself to exacerbating the odor of fermenting refuse and piss along my route. I put it back on, deployed my sun umbrella, and retreated for a nap. Or two.

It could be that I had too many social engagements in the days prior to departure, leaving me already exhausted, or that the ubiquitous English here raises the risk/rate of extended interaction (vs pointing at picture menus in Korea and otherwise being left alone), or perhaps simply that I've spent enough time in Southeast Asia in recent years that the novelty has worn off. At any rate, I didn't make any itinerary in advance, and also don't feel terribly pressed to immediately see as much as possible. Having accumulated these excuses, I decided to stop feeling guilty for lying around and just enjoy being in a hotel room significantly larger and 100% less mouldy than my apartment.

Eventually I did have to go out again for dinner, and after discovering closed kitchens at my first two choices, ate at a street stand, fingers crossed for my stomach. (Generally I don't have problems but some dubious satay sticks in Sumatera did put the fear of god into me once.) By means of google review reading I have formulated a vague course of action for the coming days. I just have to decide if I want to stay in this hotel, which is quite tolerable except for the nightclub across the street whose subwoofers remain undefeated even by the staunchest of earplugs...

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Mini Fanfic #1139: Skully Invitation (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

7:45 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room.........

Ashley: Wario Invited us on a week long cruise trip?

Penny: (Happily Nodded) Yep! To the islands!~ (Shows Ashley a Brochure of the Trip) says he won a ticket from an ad promoting the whole thing and thought about bringing us along with him.

Ashley: Hm. You don't say. That's a pretty nice of him.

Penny: Yeah. Buuuuuut knowing him, he'll probably find some way make a profit out of the place. As well as dragging us along with him in the process.

Ashley: ('Sigh') That wouldn't be too surprising. (Smiles a Bit) Still, it's nice that we have ourselves vacation trip for once.

Penny: (Smiles Brightly) You said it! (Wraps One Arm Around Ashley's Shoulder) In one month and approximately twenty days from now, you, me, Lucas and, the gang will be setting sail on a grand adventure!~

Ashley: Natural- (Eyes Begins to Widened) Wait, Lucas?

Penny: (Happily Nodded) That's right~ After some careful reconsideration among ourselves, we decided it would be an absolutely amazing idea to have Lucas come along this trip with us.

Ashley: (Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing Right Now) Seriously!?.....A-And Wario's okay with this.

Penny: (Nodded Once More) Yep-yep! It took us a few minutes or so of convincing, but we finally got him to cave in fair and square. Huge success!

Penny then shows a picture of 5-Volt happily winking and holding up a victorious peace sign beside a defeated Wario laying down on an already broken table with everyone else cheering in the background as the text below reads: Operation Invite Lucas to the Trip is an official GO! V for Victoryyy!~

Ashley: Oh my God, it's legit.

Penny: As legit as it gets~ Bet that makes ya real happy, huh?

Ashley: (Smiles the Most Brighest Than She Ever Been) Happy doesn't begins to describe it!!!~ (Claps her Hands Together Before Jumping Up and Down) We're gonna have so much fun together!~ We'll sail the sea together, venture through the island while holding hands, take a lot of pictures, cuddle under the moonlight- (Abruptly Stops Jumping For a Second) Why are you staring at me like that?

Penny: (Stares at Ashley With a Very Playfully Smirk on her Face) Oh don't mind me. Just admiring how cute you're acting right now, you little goof~

Ashley: (Blushes Before Sighing and Pinching her Nose) Penny, nothing about me screams cute nor am I ever a goof.

Penny: Perhaps not normally, but do you get all lovey dovey whenever Lucas appears~

Ashley: ('Scoffs') Please. (Turns Away While Crossing her Arms Together) I don't always act like that towards- (Starts Blushing Once More as her Eyes Begins to Widened at What is in Front of Her Right Now) L-L-L-L-Lucas!?~

Penny: Hello~

The girls stare at awe at Lucas dress in black leather and wearing a red scarf around his neck.

Lucas: (Happily Waves at the Girls) Hey, guys.

Ashley: Lucas.......w-what are you wearing?

Lucas: Oh, this? It's my Skull costume I'm going to wear for Halloween this year. Well....most of it anyways. I need to find a skull mask that matches the attire. ('Sigh') Then again, I doubt I could ever might up to the same level in coolness as Big Bro Ryuji is......

Penny: Are you kidding? You look 10x more radder than the original source material!~

Lucas: You really think so?

Ashley: (Happily Nodded) Of course. If anyone could pull off Ryuji's look down to near perfection, it'd be you, Lucas.

Lucas: (Smiles Sheepishly) I-I wouldn't say this costume is nearly as perfect as his. But it means a lot that you two think highly of it.

Ashley: It's no problem at all. But....Lucas?

Lucas: Hm? What is it, Ashley?

Ashley: (Shyly Twiddle her Fingers Around) S-So....u-um.....Next month, Penny and I are scheduled to go on a cruise trip with Wario and our other co-workers back at the Inc.

Lucas: (Smiles Brightly) Really? That's great! I'm sure you guys will have a good time. I'll try not to miss you too much along the way.

Ashley: Well.......(Slowly But Surely Starts to Smile Again) Maybe you won't have to do so this time.

Penny: Cuz your cute butt is coming with us!~

Lucas: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously!? Y-You want me to tag along with you guys?

Penny: (Happily Nodded) Correctamundo!~ You're like, an honorary member of our crew, man. It would be criminal for any one of us to not invite you!

Lucas: (Still Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) A-And Wario's okay with all of this?

Ashley: (Simply Nodded) He is oddly enough.

Penny: (Whispers into Lucas's Ear) Momma 5-Volt challenges him into an arm wrestling to see if you can go or not and she totally decimated the competition with only one slam to the table-

?????: Oi! Sunflower boy!

The trio turns to see Wario walking by wearing an arm cast.

Wario: Meet us at the docks at Diamond City next month at 9 a.m. sharp. Don't be late.

Lucas: ........Oh my gosh, it's legit.

Ashley: Very. Welcome aboard, dear.

Lucas: (Places his Hands on his Cheeks in Full of Surprise) I-I can't believe this, this is amazing! Are you absolutely sure this is what you guys wanted? I-I don't wanna get in your way or be a lost cause or-

Penny: (Gives Lucas a Loving Hug) Of course we're sure, Lucas. You're our friend and we want you to embark on this journey with us.

Ashley: (Gently Grabs Hold of her Boyfriend's Hand and Softly Squeezes It) And please, PLEASE don't ever think of yourself as a burden to us again. Cause you're not and you never will.

Lucas: (Heart Begins to Melt as Eyes Starts to Sparkle) You guys......(Hugs Ashley and Penny Back) Thank you so much.

Ashley: You're very welcome, dear.

Penny: We love you so much, don't ever let anyone tell you different, okay?

Lucas: ('Sniff') Right. (Let's Go of the Embrace) I can't wait for our trip together. (Giggles a Bit at Ashley) And I can tell you're happy about it, too, huh Ashley?~

Ashley: (Happily Nodded While Still Holding onto Lucas' Hand) Mhmm~ I'm more excited about it if anything. There's so much for us to do together: Sailing the seas, venturing through the island, cud- (Glares at her Best Friend) Oh my God, Penny, would you PLEASE stop staring at us like that!?

Penny playfully smirking at the couple in gleeful silence.

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From the OA Archive: Midnight in Venice

I have no memory of what the prompt for the challenge was, but I wrote a fanfic with MLQC Victor. Eagle eyed Austen fans will know that it is based on a famous scene in Pride and Prejudice.

Totally SFW. Happy weekend 🫶🏻

The rose façade of the palace glistened in the light of the torches in the distance, as our gondola made its slow and gentle way down the Canal Grande. I was lost in my thoughts as the sounds of feasting blurred in the background: the Carnival is a huge deal in Venice, and this masquerade ball is one of the biggest deals within it. We were lucky to be on such a guest list: my cousin Isabella was a TV producer in Loveland City and was secretly dating a famous popstar, who pulled some strings for our invitations. I was nervous on the way there: we had agreed to meet at the ball, and I was worried something went wrong and we couldn’t get in. The gondola docked in front of the palace at last, and we made our tentative way on solid land, the 18th century gowns making any semblance of gracious movement practically impossible.

We walked into the well-lit ballroom and it was like taking a step back in time. I smiled at the grandeur from below my hand-held mask, observing the couples dancing at the centre of the room with amusement tinged with jealousy. I was on the arm of my eldest sister, not acquainted with anyone in the room that we could successfully recognise behind the masks. Some were wearing the traditional full-face masks, adding a layer of extra mystery that was not there with simpler choices. One such masked man, with a large impressive black hat, walked purposefully towards us, and as the crowd moved in all directions, I noticed a familiar figure on his arm. Next to whom I recognised as my cousin Bella, with an extravagant half-face mask, was another young man. The mask was not enough to hide that he was handsome: he had a fine figure wrapped in a midnight blue velvet coat, and he carried himself with a noble demeanour and an air of mild disinterest in what was going on around him.

Bella rushed to us, holding our hands in hers with great animosity, but soon quieted down as she noticed my attention was divided. She leaned in to whisper in my ear: “That’s my friend Victor, he’s the CEO of the biggest financial firm in the city, and possibly beyond”. Before I could react to that news, he had vanished in the crowd. I had not noticed that someone else was part of that group (Kiro’s agent, Savin, who followed him almost everywhere), until I noticed him asking my sister for a dance. I was not in the mood for being a third wheel, so I encouraged Bella to join the dancing too, even if it meant dragging my heavy petticoat on a solitary walk around the rooms. Getting refreshments only bought me some time, and I headed for a quiet corner of the room from where I could enjoy the dancing without attracting too much attention to my momentary lack of companionship.

“You look like you’re enjoying the wine” a deep voice snapped me back out of my reverie, and I turned to see it was Bella’s friend Victor. “I am” I replied with a small smile. “It’s their best vintage” he said back, matter-of-factly. “You sound like you know your wines” I ventured, scrambling to find a topic of conversation out of a mix of politeness and curiosity. If my cousin considered him a friend, then he must be a great guy. “What if I did?” replied he, with barely concealed annoyance. I took another sip of the wine in an attempt to drop the subject without letting my vexation show. An awkward silence fell between us, but I had no desire to attempt a conversation again. After a while that likely felt longer than it truly was, Victor spoke: “So you’re Bella’s cousin...”

“Elizabeth” I filled him in, and returned to my wine

“I wasn’t going to come but she forced me to even out the numbers” he said, his voice expressing an emotion I could not quite work out “I had my own invitation, of course” (heaven forbid that I would think Kiro pulled some strings for him too!) “but I wasn’t going to fly all the way here for a ball”.

“I’m sorry that you were pushed into something so disagreeable on my account” I replied, but before I could make my excuses he reached for one of the canapés trays doing the rounds.

“You must try this, it’s the most delectable thing at this party”.

I had never met a man as enigmatic as he, able to leave me intrigued and indignant all at once. He professed he didn’t care for dancing, but then invited me for more than one dance (he danced with me and me alone). He acted like everyone in the room was beneath him, but then showed me the consideration of a lover in countless little ways. The night flew by, and the sun was rising gently over the sleepy city, the canal as bright as a sea of diamonds. The air on the balcony was slightly chilly, and I had been wearing Victor’s coat since he had placed it on my shoulders in a silent act of kindness. I heard my sister call for me from a short distance, as if she was hesitant to come any closer. I made for getting the coat off but Victor promptly took it from me with practised ease. Something inside me was holding me back from stepping away, and yet things seemed to be happening so fast. Our hands brushed as I turned, and I felt a piece of heavy paper pass from his to mine. I felt mildly elated at the gesture, and held my fist tight not to lose whatever he had handed me. I met my sister and turned back for a final goodbye, meeting his intense gaze, and I walked away in the dwindling crowd of party guests, a strong sense in my heart that I just lived through a night I will never forget.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Pumpkin Pie Bites

Luke the Goblin x Reader

Fandom: Halloweentown

Summary: At a costume party on All Hallows Eve, Luke meets someone who might just change his life…

Note: I’ve been hyperfixating on Halloweentown despite the fact that it is STILL August. I’m literally watching Kalabar’s Revenge as I type this.

Warnings: None? It’s just fluff.

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader is: Gender-Neutral! (The term witch is used to refer to them instead of warlock, but irl witch is a gender neutral term so *shrugs*)

Luke did not particularly enjoy spending time in the Mortal Realm. Granted, he hadn’t spent very much time there, but even with the portal open full time and creatures fairly normalized in Mortal society, he still felt uncomfortable every time he had to show his un-spelled face outside of Halloweentown, which was why Marnie had only been able to convince him to venture there on Halloween of all nights.

So, hesitant and very unsure of himself, Luke stepped over the threshold into a college Halloween party, scanning the room for Marnie. He found her without too much trouble. She was sporting that purple hat and robe she was so fond of, and, as she had been a lot lately, was right next to Cody, her Mortal high school sweetheart that she had drifted apart from, but was now dating once more. Cody was nice enough, but he and Luke had never really gotten to talk about anything in depth.

“Luke!” Marnie waved him over, beaming brightly. “You made it!”

“Sure did.” He jammed his thumbs in his pockets. “Happy Halloween.”

She smiled knowingly. “Happy Halloween.”

“Hey, Luke. How are you?” Cody asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Doing good, yourself?”

“Doing great, man, glad you could make it. Drinks are over in the kitchen and one of the neighbors from down the street made these really great pumpkin pie bites.”

Luke perked up at that. “Pumpkin pie bites, you say?”

“Yeah, they’re over there in the witch costume.” Marnie pointed. “Well, the other witch costume.”

The goblin grinned. “I might have to investigate.”

Marnie watched as Luke made his way over to you as you got a refill of punch from the cauldron-shaped punch bowl sitting on the kitchen island.

“Hey, uh, I was told you made some awesome pumpkin pie bites?” Luke asked, reaching up to scratch one of his pointed ears, as was a nervous habit of his.

“Oh! Yeah, they’re over here.” You pointed to the counter behind you, where a multi-tiered display of pie bites sat.

“Cool.” Luke grinned and plucked one off of the display. He looked you over. You were wearing a blue-ish purple robe covered in shining silvery stars and constellations, a witch’s hat atop your head. “I like your costume.”

You glanced down at your outfit for a moment before looking up at him. “Thank you. I, uh, like yours, too.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled at that. Costume, yeah, no, this was just his face. Unlike everyone else in the room, he didn’t get to just take his off at the end of the night. “Do you, uh, go to school here?” He asked, taking a hesitant first bite of the little treat.

“I’m actually in the process of transferring.” You shrugged, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “But I did go here, yeah. I’m staying with my old roommate for a bit.”

“Oh, cool, cool.” Luke smiled. “These are actually amazing, by the way. Did you make them yourself?”

“Yeah, I did. Family recipe. My mom loves Halloween.”

“And how do you feel about Halloween?” He asked, smirking a bit.

You smiled coyly. “I have to admit, I’m pretty fond of it myself.”

He smiled back. “Me too.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night together, dancing to the Halloween music, talking about life and everything else under the moon. He kind of felt bad for not telling you the truth, that he was from Halloweentown and his face wasn’t a mask and he’d be going back to another dimension at the end of the night, but when he was talking to you, it was like none of that mattered. He didn’t feel like you’d be the type to judge him for that sort of thing.

But when the two of you finally parted ways, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever get to see you again…

***

The next day marked the first day of the school year at Witch University in Halloweentown. Well, technically, the first day of orientation. They used to start well before Halloween, but that was before the, uh, incident. And besides, with the magic in place that made all spells there permanent at midnight on Halloween, it just wasn’t a risk the administration was willing to take anymore. So, nowadays, the campus opened promptly on November 1st.

You had to admit, you were a bit nervous. You were half witch on your father’s side, but had grown up in the Mortal world for your entire life. Needless to say, you were a bit surprised when your acceptance letter came, but given that the portals were open full time and creatures could come and go, Witch University’s witches only policy had gone flying on a broom out the window, opening their doors not only to other creatures, but also to half witches like yourself.

And yet, as scary as it was, this was the chance of a lifetime. You’d always wanted to get more in touch with your magical heritage. This was your chance.

So, a tote bag slung over your shoulder, a suitcase trailing behind you, and a map in your hand, you wandered onto campus looking, you were sure, absolutely clueless.

According to the packet you’d been given by the very nice fairy girl that had been at the check-in table, your RA was a genie named Aneesa and your roommate, as you had known for a while now, was Marnie Piper, someone you’d grown up with in the Mortal world. You’d known you were a witch for a lot longer than she’d known she was one, but once you both knew about your magical heritage, it had been something you’d been able to bond over together.

In fact, she was the one who’d encouraged you to apply to Witch U at all. She was also the one who had invited you to Cody’s party. It seemed already that because of Marnie, your life was about to make a change for the better.

You squinted down at the map in your hand, trying to see which part of the massive castle sitting in front of you was where you had to go next.

“So, it, uh…wasn’t a costume, huh?” You heard a familiar voice and looked up to find Luke standing there, looking exactly the same as he’d looked at the Halloween party the night before, aside from the clothes he was wearing, that is.

You laughed. “You really couldn’t tell I was a witch?”

He laughed sheepishly. “I mean, I guess the hat probably should have given it away…And you…knew? That I’m…”

“I could tell you were a goblin, yeah. I just didn’t want to blow your cover in front of all of those Mortals at the party last night. Some of them are still kinda weird about Halloweentown.”

He nodded. “You’re telling me. Well, thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“You look a little lost.”

You looked up at him, your cheeks flushing. “That obvious?”

He reached up and scratched one of his pointed ears. “The good news is, I’ve been going here for two years, so I can probably help you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”

“Awesome. So, I guess I’m trying to get to my dorm first to drop this stuff off, and then I can figure out the rest of the plan from there.”

He glanced at the sheet in your hand. “Oh, you’re rooming with Marnie? I know where that is. Just down the hall from my room, actually.”

You smiled up at him. “Well that is very convenient now, isn’t it?”

“I’d certainly say so.” Luke grinned. He couldn’t help but hope you’d wander down the hall from time to time. “Also, you wouldn’t be able to help me get my hands on that pumpkin pie bite recipe, would you?”

“You know, I think I could make that happen…”

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Plums

Dick Grayson x Reader (Drabble)

A/N: Unedited and I kinda freaked myself out while writing this. It's not scary but I'm a coward.

Dick froze when he saw a black sihlouette move at the end of the ballroom. He only caught a glance of her in between people but it was just as he had been told, an alluring woman in a white dress, with a gold and white masquerade mask to match.

He was on his feet instantly, weaving through the throngs of people in the hall towards where he saw her last. It was like she had disappeared into smoke just as he reached and he looked around a little cluelessly before the smell of fresh plums filled his senses.

He turned his head and against the light of the moon, he saw her sihlouette again. Smooth skin and long, silky hair that seemed to bounce with life moved in the shadows and he moved towards it, exiting the ballroom and moving to the hallways.

The hallways of the building were old and gave an antique feeling, the architecture from way before he was born and the smell of old wood and something earthy was not enough to cover the smell of plums.

Dick stalked through the straight hall, turning the corner and heading towards where she had probably just moved. The smell got even stronger.

She was called Phantom; some call her an urban legend but some swear on their life they had seen her before. She appeared during socialite events, though never seen on the invite list. The woman, wearing a mask even though it wasn't a masquerade, would meet the host and entice him.

She was described as having ordinary features but there was something that pulled them to her, a magnetic attraction one would call it. They would spend the night together but she would never be seen by him again and they would say the same to the police when they reported her as a thief.

What had she stolen? Well it was different each time.

She was never dressed the same, one had said she was wearing a deep navy, hair styled back in a way that made her seem regal. Another had remembered the woman in a seductive red dress, with a slit cut high to reveal the length of her smooth leg and a tempting neckline. Mysterious black, with lace gloves that made her seem unapproachable. A light lavender ball gown that fell around her, giving her an air of innocence. A silk emerald that revealed her curves while also remaining classy.

But they all remembered that she had the sultry scent of plums.

Even though they described her well, no one else at the ball seemed to recall seeing a woman in a mask, leaving with the host of the event. No one else had seen her.

Dick tried not to let the shadows get to him as he ventured deeper through the halls. The smell of plums got stronger as he entered a room to find the woman facing the crackling fireplace. When she turned, her mask was in her hand and revealed her face to him. She was nothing out of the ordinary, he agreed, but there was something enticing about her.

The sheer sleeves of her dress looked like clouds hugging your arms and he felt his head get unclear the more he looked at her. A beautiful dress that delicately framed her body caught his attention next before he moved his eyes back to her face.

Gentle eyes that stared at him with a glimmer and lips stained a natural pink. She was the picture of elegance but he felt his mouth water with need. The smell of plums was still in the room, but this time warmer and less present, like the heat of steam. He could feel himself getting drunk off the scent.

"Who are you?" He asked, despite his nerves lighting on fire.

"I should be asking you the same, afterall you followed me in here." Her voice was smooth as honey, just as enticing as the rest of her.

"Are you phantom?"

She chuckled, the sound revertebrating around the room and his toes curled, "That's the name given to me by someone else. But I suppose you could call me that."

"You—" His head was getting murky, "I'm here to arrest you."

She smiled at him and even though he knew her intent was to patronize and tease, her smile still looked innocent. It gave him butterflies, "Whatever for?"

"For robbing multiple people."

"Who's to say that they didn't deserve what came to them?" She purred, walking up to him and placing a hand on his chest. He felt even dizzier. What was going on?

"Doesn't matter. I'm going to arrest you."

"Even though they're wrong and I was just making things right?"

"Even then," He spoke, taking a deep breath and the smell of plums almost made him faint, "Justice can't be tainted."

She smiled at him once again, pulling away and everything ceased; the dizziness, the smell, the cloudiness. It all stopped and all was left was her standing in the centre of the room and the sound of the crackling fire.

"Go to the garden. You'll find what you need there."

Yet another thing he couldn't quite understand, Dick turned on his heel and walked out, not bothering to ask another question as he left the room before he realized that he needed to take her into custody and stepped back in.

The only thing left was the sound of the crackling fire and the faint smell of plums.

He'd go down to the garden, like she told him and buried underneath the plum tree, he'd find her body. Her white dress was dirtied with mud and blood, her hair thatched and matted, her body bruised and decayed but he'd recognize her anyway.

She had been killed and buried here years ago, by the very men that reported her.

Her phantom was all that was left, roaming the halls of the men that had killed her, the smell of plums trailing her everywhere.

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the spare // chapter thirty-three // deatheater!tomhiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 4.5k warnings for this chapter: none, some light smut ig?

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Thirty-Three:

Turns out Thomus really liked The Hobbit. So much in fact that he did want to read the Lord of the Rings, just like I had thought he would. Luckily for him, Mary has them in her collection, and luckily for me, he didn’t ask me to read them aloud to him. He has disappeared into his room and I keep busy… cleaning. With my limitations, it’s about as much fun as a girl can have.

Since it’s a small house, I get through my cleaning pretty quickly. There’s no deep cleaning for me to do because I’ve already done it. Which is a bummer.

I settle in on the couch to read the rest of Louise Bay’s book, and finish it too quickly. The next book I feel like reading is The Great Gatsby. It was one of my favorites in school and I figured I might as well see if it was still just as good.

Thomus is so enthralled with his book that I only see him at meal times for the next few days. Even when I do see him he’s nose-deep between the pages. I sneak in only to change his bandages in the morning while he’s sleeping. He hasn’t asked to sleep with me again and that’s probably for the best.

One night I’d been about to close his bathroom door so I could shower when I notice Remmy in his room, about to give him his shot. Thomus doesn’t seem distressed at all, the book is clearly a good distraction for him.

When I go in to change his bandages the following morning, I notice that he’s almost done with Fellowship of the Ring, based on where it lay page-side down on his chest as he slept, glasses askew on his face. Quickly and quietly, I sneak downstairs and back to leave the next book on his nightstand. At breakfast, he hardly gives me a passing glance, too enthralled in the Two Towers.

And honestly? I don’t mind. I’m glad that he’s enjoying it so much. It makes me feel smug because he’s so taken by something written by a No Maj.

After breakfast, for whatever reason, he decides to sit in the living room instead of retreating back to his bedroom. He takes up most of the couch, and when I’m finished clearing our meal I’m forced to settle sideways in the armchair with my own book.

I sit and read until it becomes too hot for me to focus on Fitzgerald’s words. I consider taking a cold shower, and then feel like an absolute idiot for forgetting about the creek. Before going upstairs to find a bathing suit, I inconspicuously look at Thomus to see if he’s feeling the same way. He just turns a page, not bothered in the slightest, which is what settles it for me.

Not only is it going to be a good way to cool off, but I could have some alone time to practice getting a hold of my magic. It’s been a few days since taking the potion. If I try every day, eventually I should be able to determine exactly how many days it takes to wear off. I had wondered if by getting really emotional, if it’s something I could forcibly trigger. I’ve been lucky so far. All in all, something I’d rather figure out alone.

The bathing suit I find is a deep green two piece. High waisted bottoms, and a tank-like top. It’s flowy and kind of looks like a dress. I section out and twist the top of my hair up with one of those big teethy hair clips. Then I venture downstairs barefoot and with a towel clutched to my chest like a modesty shield.

I try to be quick as I descend the stairs, making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

Damnit. Every time.

I stop and turn in the doorway, surprised to see he’s actually put his book down. “You know, every time you ask me that, the answer is always the same. I’m going outside.”

“Dressed like that?” he asks, eyebrows up.

“Well, it’s what the kids call a swimsuit,” I say, and feel the need to explain further. “There’s a part of the creek that looks deep enough to swim in. So that’s what I’m going to do, because if you hadn’t noticed, it’s ungodly hot right now.”

He swings his legs off the couch, sitting up and grasping his glass of water off the side table. “Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little heated.”

I start to back away, hoping I can make an escape. “Yup, well, if you need me feel free to holler –“

“Hold on, I’m coming with you.”

I internally groan. Why is he so good at ruining my plans?

“You have a swimsuit?” I ask, trying not to sound disappointed or annoyed.

He stands, stretching. “I can just transfigure what I’m wearing into something more suitable.”

“Great,” I say tightly. “Let me get you a towel.”

When I come back down, he’s shirtless and wearing only dark green swim trunks, not unlike the color of mine. As I hand him his towel, I try to void ogling his chest and so my eyes take in his shirt and pj pants strewn on the couch.

I quickly turn and make my way to the back door. I had contemplated letting him walk ahead of me, but before coming down I double checked in the mirror to make sure my tits and butt look good in this. When I pause at the door, looking back to see how far behind he is, I find he isn’t that far at all. I catch his eyes snapping up to my face, an almost too innocent expression on his.

I bite my lip and step outside. Maybe this trip to the creek will prove beneficial after all, magic or not.

It’s even hotter outside than inside, the sun bright and shining. I almost want to laugh at how pale we both are as we walk through the garden to the path in the woods. Our walk is silent, but not uncomfortable. The excitement about getting in the water is overpowering my nervousness.

We get to a rocky shore of the creek, where I’ve guessed is the deepest part. I remove the safety shield that had been my towel, and lay it in a heap on the rocks. Thomus does the same and I put my glasses on top of the pile.

He’s eyeing me, I guess waiting for me to step in first. I hold my arms close to my body, mainly cradling my boobs, as I step ankle deep into the water. I squeal at its freezing cold temperature.

Thomus laughs. “I’m going to be honest with you, I haven’t swam in ages.”

“Me neither!” I say, smiling back at him. I point to a moss covered boulder across the creek. “I think the deep spot is over there, based on how you can’t see the bottom.”

The water remains shallow as we slowly creep in. Thomus lets the water get to his calves before he decides to just charge in, fully submerging his body in one go. He swims to the other side, touching the boulder.

“You’re right,” he calls. “I can’t feel the bottom over here.”

As he swims back, I find a big flat rock to sit on a few feet below the water. On the rock the water level comes up to just under my boobs and I force myself to submerge them by leaning forward. The boobs are always the hardest to adjust. My pained expression must’ve given it away when Thomus comes to sit nearby in the shallow water.

“Too cold?” he says.

“For certain parts,” I laugh. My hands start to search around my feet for a skipping rock.

“Is the current strong over there?”

He turns his gaze to the stream. “A little on the top, yeah, but I don’t think we’d get far beyond those rocks.”

He’s referencing a cluster of rocks and boulders a little ways downstream, the sound of bubbling water rising to our ears in the calm woods.

“Good,” I say, throwing my first one and watching it plunge noisily on the first dip. “Don’t wanna float away later.”

“You can float?” He finds a stone himself and skips it as well. It jumps twice.

“Absolutely, I have what they call a natural buoyancy.” I wave my arm, gesturing to my body, and laugh. It takes him a moment, but I hear him chuckle. When I glance at him, he’s looking for his next throw, and I groan internally. Why the hell is he so hot?

I try to think of an excuse to talk to him. “If you find a cool rock, let me know.”

“A cool rock?”

“Do I need to explain to you what a cool rock looks like?” I tease.

“I know exactly what a cool rock would look like thank you very much.”

“Yeah, sure, okay. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“What do you want a cool rock for anyhow?” He finds a rock for skipping and it jumps three times across the water. I quickly find my own and throw it, hiding my delight when it beats his by one.

“To keep,” I answer. “Gotta admit I’m a sucker for knickknacks and dust collectors.”

Thomus skips another one, but it plunks after two. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out.”

I smile at him. “Thanks.”

Several moments pass where we skip stones and congratulate or cajole each other on our efforts. I suppose he goes through his supply of them, because he’s gradually getting closer to me. So close that our shoulders and upper arms brush as we search. His skin is damp and cold, but still sends a fire across my skin that makes the water extra cold. To my chagrin, I feel my nipples harden almost painfully, and I try to convince myself it’s because I keep dipping them in and out of the cold water.

I notice after a little while that he’s not throwing anything, even though I am. I turn to look at him and see he’s still digging around him. He scoots even closer still until our legs are mingling, half floating from where we sit. His hand starts to invade what I consider my territory around the rock I’m sitting on.

“Hey,” I say, “can ya’ give a girl a little space here?”

He doesn’t look at me. “Yes, of course,” he says, but doesn’t move. Well, he moves, but not farther away. His arms reach behind me and then backtrack to feel around under my legs. Now he’s so close I can feel his breath on my shoulders and the drops of water failing to cling to his hair as he moves around.

If I hadn’t read almost a thousand romance novels in my life, I’d be completely clueless as to what he’s doing. Damn, could he be any more obvious? At least he’s not making this difficult for me. Maybe the line in the sand isn’t as clear as I’d thought it was.

“What happened to keeping your distance?” I ask, attempting to sound flirtatious, glancing at his face. His chin comes to about my shoulder.

He stills and then retracts his hands, like he’s been caught. He leans forward more, his elbow resting on the edge of the rock.

“I don't recall promising anything explicitly,” he says, pretty blue gazing up at me. “I think you must be imagining things.”

“Oh, so you getting closer and closer like you’re after something is only a figment of my imagination?”

“And what is it you think I’m after?”

“Well, obviously it’s that cool rock I asked for.”

A wide smile breaks out across his face and he chuckles. I shift towards him more, my knees bending over his legs. I’ve been smiling throughout this whole conversation and now my cheeks are starting to hurt. My thigh presses right into his hand from where he leans on the rock. Those fingers start to brush back and forth over my skin.

I’m doing a much better job at training my eyes to his face than he is to mine. It’s giving me quite the confidence boost, I will freely admit.

“I have to confess that my intentions are a bit devious,” he says with a casual tilt of his head.

“So what was the agreement we came to?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “I think I’m just a little fuzzy on that.”

“I think,” he says, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray lock of hair dancing in the breeze behind my ear, “that we agreed on no more orgasms – all because you don’t want to keep your hands to yourself.”

He’s totally teasing me right now and I have to force the smile off my face. Mostly because my cheeks really do hurt now.

“Well, I don’t think anything’s changed,” I say and bite my lip. His gaze drops to my mouth and his chest expands with a sharp breath.

“And I thought I’d been doing an excellent job keeping to those terms. I had put all of my focus into that book until you came prancing down the stairs in this” – he gestures to my bathing suit – “enticing little number that just so happens to be in my favorite color.” His expression and tone has grown slightly more exasperated and I cannot stop the giggle that slips out.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he says, a smile on his face as well.

I pull my lips between my teeth again and shrug. “I’m not laughing.” My hands come out of the water to rub at my sore cheek muscles. “I’m actually really trying to not laugh.”

“You’re not making this easy on me.”

I sigh. “I promise I just wanted to swim.”

He leans closer to me and playfully whispers, “I think you’re lying. You haven’t even swam yet.”

Seeing no other choice, I pull back from him, turning away. “Fine then.” Cradling my boobs again, I crouch in the water, using the rock to push myself further from shore until I can stand up straight. I turn back to him, my feet drifting away from the floor and begin to tread water.

“Happy?” I call to him.

He tsks. “Your hair isn’t even wet.”

I give him an annoyed look. “So demanding! Anything to prove my innocence, I suppose.” Closing my eyes, I lean back until I’m floating. My arms gently glide over the water and my legs move softly, and soon I get lost in the feeling of weightlessness. The sun occasionally flickers over my eyes through the trees and I can feel it’s warmth.

“It really is beautiful here,” I say after a few long moments. My ears are underwater, so sound is muffled, but I still expect to hear his response. When I get none, I open my eyes and lift my head. I’ve floated downstream a little, and Thomus isn’t where I last left him. “Thomus?”

My eyes search the shore line and I call out his name again.

I let out a startled little yelp when I feel his hand grasp mine and start pulling me. His head pops up near the shore and he has a big dumb grin on his face.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you?” he asks innocently as his other arm circles my waist and pulls me to him. He’s crouched under the water and positions me until I’m sitting in his lap with both of his arms around me.

I have an arm over his shoulder and I take deep breaths. “A little, but it’s okay. At least you didn’t splash me. You’d have gotten a very different reaction.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” he asks. I pretend not to notice the hand around my back sliding down my side to rest on my hip, the other spread across my thigh to hold me to him.

“I get irrationally angry when water splashes my face,” I admit. “My emotions travel at warp speed to pissed off in two seconds flat.”

He gets a mischievous smirk on his face. “Like this?”

I close my eyes just in time as he shakes his head, the water in his hair splattering my face. My hands shoot out of the water to hold him still.

“Yes, exactly like that,” I snap as I open my eyes when I think it’s safe.

Uh, oh. His face is waay too close to mine now, especially when it’s now clasped between my hands.

“Noted,” he says, mirth still alight in his eyes, “for the future.”

I feel my lips twitch in an attempt to smile. “Mm-hm, right… “ my voice is faint because my attention is roaming his face. God, his lips are so close right now and his eyes –

His eyes are staring right back at me. The lids are lowering and his eyes are darkening.

But he’s not making a move. He’s not leaning closer, he’s not asking for anything. I know that if I wanted to stop, he’d let me go.

The only problem is, I don’t want to let him go. I want the exact opposite.

My hands go from holding the sides of his face to threading into the back of his wet hair and I pull his face to mine. His grip on me tightens and his mouth is pliant beneath my lips, eager for what I have to offer. I kiss him as much as I want. Enjoying his touch, enjoying how he feels, how he smells. I think in the house I’d gone nose blind to his devastating smell. The creek water has refreshed my senses and now I can smell nothing but him.

The water makes it easy for me to float around and without breaking this kiss, I shift until my legs are around his hips. My arms are draped over his shoulders and with all my limbs I can easily pull him to me and keep him there. To my delight, his arms hold me just as tight around my waist.

That doesn’t satisfy him for long. As we continue to kiss, his hands slip down to my hips. My swimsuit bottoms had hiked themselves up as I swam, so when his touch begins to explore my ass, there’s not much left to the imagination. Not that he seems to mind.

One of my legs spreads wider, my toes digging into the soft ground, so I can press myself against him. My other heel digs into his backside as my hips start to rock, my core desperate for friction. I feel him shift, his feet planting for a better position, and his hips push back. He’s hard and hot and warm and he feels delicious.

He lets out a tortured groan and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s in pain. His lips pull from mine so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

“What?” I ask breathlessly. “I’m not touching you.”

One of his hands with a tight grip on my ass releases and feels it’s way up my body to tightly grip another part of me. The palm of his hand rubs against my already painfully tight nipple and I gasp, grinding against him harder.

“Fuck,” he growls before biting into my neck and sucking. My fingers dig into his muscled shoulders. He releases my breast and quickly travels under the rippling end of my top. It glides over my hip until it finds the waistband of the swimsuit bottoms. My mind snaps into awareness when I think he’s going to venture past it. Instead, after brief hesitation, his hand pushes between us down my stomach, cradling the ample area below my belly button.

His lips release my neck and go for my ear. “I need to touch you,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. “I want to feel how wet that pretty cunt of yours is.”

I shudder at the use of those crude words and my hands cradle the back of his head.

“I mean, it feels pretty wet,” I say lightly, dragging air into my lungs so I sound more in control than I feel I am. “But we are in a creek so who’s to say?”

The hand down below slides lower, his fingertips teasing the crest of my slit over the material covering it. “Only one way to find out,” he purrs, a darkness to his tone.

“But I can’t touch you,” I whine and tilt my hips, moving his hand away completely. “It’s just not fair.”

“It’s not about what’s fair.” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes. “It’s about taking what’s mine.” He pushes his hand back down until it’s fully cupping me, his fingers pressing the material tight against my core.

My eyes close and I gasp at the pleasure. I manage to stop myself just in time from saying So take me then. My eyebrows pull together in concentration and I grit my teeth. My fingers dig into his scalp. I take a few deep breaths through my nose in an attempt to calm the fuck down.

“What’s stopping you then?” I ask, meeting his eyes again. His brow is furrowed too, mouth downturned. “Like really? None of the other Death Eaters have problems fucking their Lots. They already think we are.” My fingers tug at his hair and I dive for his neck, running my lips along his jaw. “So why not?”

He doesn’t answer me, and I press on. My tongue comes out to tease him right before my teeth sink into his skin. His breath hitches and he puts both hands at my hips, thrusting his up against me again. They stop mid-thrust and jerkily resettle, as if he changed his mind last second.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks. He pulls me away from his neck so I have to look at him.

I smile nervously. “Is this not a big enough hint for you?”

As his eyes roam my face, he seems to be choosing his next words carefully. “It’s just that it’s going to be… meaningless.”

Oh.

Thomus is worried about me in this situation? He clearly understood what I really meant when I said meaningless. He knows that I want more out of such an intimate act, but that’s not something he can give. He wants to make sure I understand that and be okay with it.

And am I? I know this has been my goal for a while now. To distract him. To keep him here instead of out hunting the Order. I know it’s the only thing that I can do to help right now.

I know that I want him. I know this is what I have to do. Even though he doesn’t care about me, even though he thinks I hold no value as a human fucking being, at least he cares enough about how I feel about it. He cares enough about my well-being - both mental and physical, that I think I trust him with this.

I know this isn’t the ideal situation, but he seems to want me and I definitely want him. I can take this for what it is. This is just… going to have to be enough for me.

So why not?

He’s been waiting patiently for my answer. I’d been silent for a bit longer than I’d intended, and I blink out of my thoughts, giving him a shy smile.

“It’s okay,” I shrug. “Might as well find out if it’s worth the hype, right?”

He inhales sharply, a stiffness in his shoulders easing. “I definitely intend to make it worth your while.”

I bring my face closer to his again. “Good.”

Our lips meet again and he kisses me slowly. My hands roam all over him, exciting by the prospect that I get to touch him with no limitations. But I try to match his pace and be slow. I don’t want to embarrass myself by being too eager.

He tugs the strap down my shoulder and he hikes me up enough so he can bury his face in my chest. When he pops up, there’s a deep read mark on my left boob. He sits back to admire his work and I’d almost be annoyed with him if it weren’t for the look of pure adoration on his face. His eyes travel up past mine to my hair. He reaches up and releases the hair clip, tossing it over his shoulder to the beach. He tugs the other strap down my shoulder. Now my top is loose and I’m half afraid my boobs are just gonna float up out of it.

“Shake your hair out for me,” he commands. Since he took the hair clip out, I do as he says, leaning over slightly until I flip it back up. It falls in waves around my face and I look back at him curiously. His appreciative gaze takes me in from my chest all the way up to my hair.

“Are we gonna fuck in the creek?” I ask.

This takes him out of whatever daze he’s in. His eyes snap to mine and he grins devilishly.

“Not today.”

My giggle eases some of the nervousness that had crept up under his stare and I lean forward to kiss him again. His arms wrap around me and he begins gliding us to the even shallower part of the creek.

Suddenly he breaks our kiss and shoves me away from him. Not expecting that, I don’t have great balance and my head goes under. When I resurface, coughing and snorting out the water from my nose, Thomus is on his feet, clutching his left forearm. His expression has hardened and he’s backing out of the water.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” he asks. I can hear the pain straining his voice.

I nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He grounds out his words. “I have to go. I’m being summoned.”

“Are you healed enough?” I ask, unable to keep the worry out of my voice. I pull the straps back up my arms.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” He’s on the shore now, his body turned towards the path. "Oh, here. I found this earlier." He stops and digs through a pocket on his swim shorts. He tosses the small object and I manage to catch it. 

I look down at my hand and see I'm holding a rock. A very cool rock.

When I look back up, he's gone.

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Pinky Power (Kai Anderson x Reader)

wordcount: 1.7k warnings: NSFW, orgasm denial

Kai surveyed you carefully as you wearily lowered yourself onto the wooden chair opposite him, his fist laying on the hard surface of the small table between you, a small black remote hidden in his hold. Your stomach flipped with nerves, hating that Kai had suggested this idea to you and hating yourself even more for accepting to do it. He smiled slowly at you, his dark eyes glinting with cruel excitement as he lifted his other arm, setting his elbow on the table and holding his pinky out to you. With a sigh, you reached out to loop your pinky through his, your own elbow thumping dully as it settled on the surface of the table. “First question,” Kai began, his voice low and velvety. You held your breath, waiting for his opening query. “Are you nervous?” You thought about it for a second, trying to deduce the cause of the flurry of butterflies swirling in your gut. Shaking your head slowly, you took a breath to answer him.

“No. I think I’m excited. I’m not sure, but I’m not nervous.” “Good.” He nodded, his voice disarmingly lilting, filling the silence of the dimly lit basement. “Can I ask you questions?” You ventured. “No.” He responded breezily. “I'm asking the questions for today.” His finger tightened almost imperceptibly around yours. You leaned forwards in your seat slightly, locking eyes with him and offering him a timid, anticipatory smile.  “I’m glad that you’re excited, I am too. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a while now.” Your curved lips twitched upwards further, gaze drifting to the clenched fist Kai had rested on the table between you as his fingers shifted, the edge of the small black remote he held poking out from between his fingers as he rested his thumb over one of the three buttons running up its centre. “Let go of my pinky, and I punish you. Okay?” You nodded, your eyes flicking from the remote he held to his face, to the eyes that scanned over your expression with careful scrutiny. “Use your words please.” “Sorry, yes.” You hurriedly confirmed, your thighs pressing together at his dark tone. ”Okay. We’ll start easy. What’s your favourite colour?” Your timid smile grew, his disarming question putting you at ease. “Probably pink. Or blue.” He nodded with an encouraging smile of his own, his chin dipping slightly at your response. When his head rose again to meet your curious stare, his smile faded slowly, a thoughtful demeanour slipping onto his face in a neat mask. “What was your most pleasurable experience?”  You hummed in thought, looking to the ceiling as you sorted through the memories of pleasure that you had stored in the darkest part of your mind. ”Probably the first time we fucked.” You eventually replied, your eyes flicking back to Kai’s. His mouth was set in a hard line, his gaze hard. ”I’m disappointed that it took you so long to answer me.” He admitted coldly. You had to fight the small smile of amusement that wanted to tug at the corners of your mouth, Kai’s agitation at the thought that he might not be the best sex you’d had evident in the hard set of his jaw. An odd sense of satisfaction settled over you at his reaction to your hesitation. That satisfaction was quickly chased away when, with a quick flick of his thumb across the small remote in his hand, a steady humming filled the room, your body melting into the gentle vibrations emanating from the panties that Kai had asked you to wear. Now it was Kai’s turn for satisfaction as you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the steady pulsing against your clit. It was easy to ignore at first, warmth spreading through your body with the gentle vibrations, and you leant forwards in eager anticipation of Kai’s next question. “Am I the best sex that you’ve ever had?” His question was more so for his own reassurance but you answered all the same, nodding before giving him the verbal confirmation that he wanted to hear. “Does that feel good?” He asked next with a lilting tone, pushing the button onto the middle setting briefly in emphasis before quickly resuming it to the dull, steady hum that had your cunt gleaming with excitement. The change in intensity made your muscles clench, your thighs rubbing together as your lower lip got caught in your teeth.  “Yes.” You breathed, more and more pleasant warmth building in your gut, your pussy slickening, fuelled on by the gentle glint in his dark eyes as he watched you shift slightly in your seat; you were torn between giving in to the vibrations and allow your excitement to build, or warding off the pleasure, knowing that Kai would draw this pinky power out for as long as possible. “Good. I like making you feel good. You know that, right?” Your breath caught at the intense levelled stare he gave you, watching in curious adoration as your cheeks began to slowly redden. “Yes, I know.” He smiled slowly at this, leaning forwards, his pinky finger looping even tighter around yours.  A low, almost inaudible groan slipped from your slightly parted lips as the heat between your legs grew and grew, sending pleasant tingles through you. His eyebrows cocked slightly at the small sound and you couldn’t help but giggle blissfully at his reaction. “Next question. Do you like being with me?” “Yes.” You blurted in amused shock. “Yes, Kai. I won’t -” a light moan interrupted your sentence as Kai flicked his thumb over the tiny remote once more, pushing the vibrations to a higher setting. “I won’t get all soppy on you because I know how much you hate that but, I truly do value you and the time you give me.” A genuinely pleased smile tugged his lips upwards, your own eyes fluttering closed as your concentration lapsed, the intensifying pleasure he was providing you flooding into your awareness. By the time your eyes had opened again, Kai’s smile had faded, his potent stare flicking downwards as you parted your thighs in a vain attempt to ward off your mounting pleasure. “No.” He scolded gently. “No, keep them together.” You exhaled shakily but did as he ordered, bringing your thighs back together, the buzzing coming from the inside of your pants becoming muted as the sound was somewhat swallowed by your thighs. “We’ve not been going for long. Are you seriously getting so close already?” The wood beneath your fingertips creaked as your spare hand moved to grip the arm of your chair. “No, Kai.” “Are you lying during a pinky power?” You whined softly through the lip you had caught in your teeth, your voice catching as you replied: “Sorry, Devine Ruler, I’m, uh, maybe I am - I don’t know.” His eyes lit up in cruel amusement, knowing full well that you threw in the title in an attempt to soften him up, in an attempt to get him to pity you. “But look at you, stumbling over your words. Be honest, how close are you?” “I’m not close yet.” You answered, perhaps a little too quickly with a bit too much force, if the slight cocking of Kai’s head was any indication. “It just feels good.” You finished, several shades softer. “Well that just won’t do.” He replied huskily, tutting quietly as he shook his head. Your eyes flicked to his at the reproving words, his thumb pushing to the final, and strongest setting of the remote. “Shit.” You breathed, releasing the arm of the chair and raising your hand to your mouth, biting down on the back of it as a new surge of pleasure rocked into you, flurries of excitement closely chasing the intense sensations. Your little finger tightened around his, gripping to the warm of his skin against yours in an attempt to ground yourself, pulling yourself above the surface of the pleasure that you were surely soon to drown in.  “Would you like to cum?” Your head, which had begun to lull forwards slowly, shot up at his question, weary alarm causing you to piece your answer together with caution. “I’ll cum when I’m told.” Your voice was weak, punctuated by slowly exhaled air that turned your tone breathy. “Are you avoiding my questions on purpose? You know better than that.” You swallowed at his tone, your teeth one again finding the thin flesh atop the back of your hand to bite into. You shifted your hips, the finger that you had looped through Kai’s trembling slightly as you fought to repress the deep, full groan that began to claw its way up your throat. “I’m not trying to.”  “Then answer me.” “Yes! Yes, I would like to cum. Kai, please.” He stared you down, his eyes growing even darker at the desperation in your tone. You allowed yourself to softly moan and grunt freely as he continued to silently survey you, cruel lines creasing in the form of a small frown on his forehead. “That’s a shame.” You fell forwards slightly as the vibrations abruptly stopped, Kai twirling the remote between his lithe fingers as he continued to look at you, at the fall of disappointed on your face. “Kai.” You groaned through gritted teeth, Kai’s chin lifting to watch the movement of your clenched thighs as you rubbed them to together, desperate to finish yourself off. A cursed insult formed on your lips at his self-satisfied expression but you forced yourself to swallow it again, not wanting to piss him off and risk a longer period of denial. “We can finish this session later.” You gaped at his coolly spoken words, you hand falling to the wood of the table as he untangled his pinky from yours, pushing himself to his feet. You watched, crestfallen, as his picked up the small remote from the table with a flourish, making a cocky show of stowing it away in the breast pocket of his shirt. You stared after him with wide eyes as he stalked away from the table, taking the steps up to the door of the basement. The heat smouldering away from between the apex of your thighs was close to unbearable, the sound of the door opening and closing echoing through your head in harsh condemnation. You debated chasing after him, prepared to get on your knees and beg. But a part of you knew that Kai wished you would do so, if only so that he could draw out his cruel teasing before denying you once again. You refused to give him that satisfaction; you would have to wait.

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[hermits-hovel]

Micro story 12. candles

12. candles

‘Don’t think it’s escaped my notice—You haven’t slept a wink since we got here! It won’t do to let the Warrior of Light run on fumes, so off to bed you go!’

Those had been Tataru’s exact words, and she’d spoken them without a second thought; Ancel was always one to work himself to exhaustion, and she was quick to note how wound up he seemed to be since arriving in Ishgard.

For a mercy, he was compliant—albeit reluctantly so—and had retired to his prepared chambers in Fortemps Manor a couple of hours prior. The moon had long since risen by the time Tataru decided to do the same, and she had begun traversing the dark, ornate hall with a dim candle to light her way.

She would have most certainly proceeded as planned—but thuds and clatters and biting curses rousing from behind Ancel’s door were, however, causes for concern.

She tried his name—the one he seemed to prefer.

“Hawk…?”

There was no sound, and no answer. Had he even heard her?

With trepidation, Tataru tried the door, opening it slowly and just enough to accommodate her small stature. Leading with the candle, she stepped inside and tried to locate her associate.

“Who goes there,” came Ancel’s roughened voice; the words were spoken with breathless haste, and more like an accusation than an inquiry.

Sure enough, there he was—kneeling on the floor by his bed, surrounded by scattered belongings, hunched and bedraggled like some kind of creature. This was a man she had never actually seen under the cover of the goggles and masks he so insisted on wearing all the time, and she was beginning to understand why that might have been. His pupils were slit like a snake’s, and the faint gleam of fangs flashed underneath his panting lips. 

Abnormal, almost monstrous—but if his terror-filled eyes had failed to indicate any sign of turmoil, the glint of tear tracks on his cheeks revealed by the candle’s flame certainly hadn’t.

“Y-you—There was a noise, and…” Tataru swallowed thickly, trying to control the discomfiture in her voice. “Are you alright?”

The Elezen sucked in a breath and turned his face away, as though he knew how he must have looked. He smoothed the urgency from his features, subtly reached up to wipe the corners of his eyes, and brought his knees up to his chest. He strangled most of the vulnerability from his voice when he spoke next.

“I feel ill.”

“O-okay,” she puffed and nodded. “Okay. Okay…” Dashing some of the remaining worry from her face, she offered a warm smile. “Well, then? Tell me what you need. I’ll fetch it for you.”

“Nothing. I just—“ He cleared his throat. “I needed… The candle went out. I was trying to relight it. That’s all.”

Tataru looked toward the object in question, unlit atop his bedside table—and in that instant, she was able to piece the situation together.

Ancel was afraid of the dark.

… Maybe. Potentially.

“Well, a suggestion, if I may.” Tataru approached the unlit candle and lifted her own to it, pulling away once the wick caught the flame. She turned to face Ancel then.

“If… You’re having trouble sleeping,” she ventured, “why don’t I keep you company? I can rest right over there.” She gestured to a sizeable armchair sitting in the corner of the room. “How does that sound?"

Ancel looked at her as though she’d suggested freefalling off of Witchdrop—and yet, after a moment of silence, he averted his eyes sheepishly.

“That... would not be unpleasant.”

thank you so much for the prompt @ffxivtribehydrae!! I initially wrote this from Ancel’s perspective (and I could still post that), but Tataru’s was better for what I wanted to accomplish ;w; plus I just wanted somethin a little nicer than like 5 paragraphs of a grown man losin his damn mind (again) <3

I wanted to keep writing this one hgkldh this would’ve been during HW where Ancel and Tataru actually like... start becoming good friends lmao

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[astaroth1357]

"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

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Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that… 

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

 Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Gremlins in Hogwarts.

The quartet were incredibly nervous about the lesson, for all they knew, boggarts were just tales for your kid to not venture far. But here they were both real and take form of your worst fear?

They were nervous of what the thing could be.

Tommy almost saw red when Snap came out as Neville's worst fear. But laughed with the others until his breath was caught when suddenly he had the most atrocious cloths he ever saw.

Tubbo was still laughing when the boggart focused on him, and with a crack the creature now had horns and an boar face looking at him, smile at the same time of both of the figures, but an twisted and insane fusion all the same, in one hand the rocket launcher with a lit firework ready, at the other a drink in lose fingers.

Before he could say one Tubbo with doubled voice. The one himself summoned the spell and with another crack now there was an angular pig with crown and horns, with an overall of blue and red so big that it made it trip his step. It was Tommy breathless laughter that brought Tubbo back and made him laugh two at his strange creation.

Purpled was feeling a little brave, so he stepped next, waiting for a faceless armored man and an void to appear.

He was both surprised and scared when instead the crack brought the image of someone close to him but older, with the same hoodie as him but white and the ender eye necklace. But the image of his brother brought too red, the strange and alien looking vines he never liked, it was taking over as the other mercenary laughed and asked his brother to join them.

The next crack brought the image of the same person, fooling around and falling own his own ass. But Purpled didn't laugh with the others, a cold look in the purple eyes and a firm grip on the wand the only sights that something changed with the mood of the student.

Tommy really didn't want to do this, but Ron and another roomate he didn't saw pushed into the circle, and now the former banshee was looking at him, and with an crack he saw them again. Tommy was kind of relieved and kind wanted to start shaking breathing and get away from it all when a fusion like Tubbos appeared, the coat and the beanie were charred and some parts were still aflame, but the netherite armor protected the man, blond and brown hair spilled besides the smiling mask that seemed to sneer at him. Their crazed laugh was doubled and the worst sound Tommy ever heard, and the hissing of TNT made him step back and remember plain fields and calming(too calm, hes gonna do something isn't he, when hes gonna do it do it quickly please just do it), and an axe firm on the other hand soon pointed at him.

"Get your things in the hole Tommy, or do you want to be you in the hole?"

No one but Tommy and Tubbo knew what that mean, but it sure leaved it mark as Tommy backed away and started hyperventilating.

Before Remus could intervene, Ranboo was in front of Tommy, and soon the crack came.

The creature that appear gave chill in the room's spine, the tall black and white skin was not natural in any away, but the suit it wore definitely indicated some intelligence of sorts. But the smiling face was almost the same as the previous transformation, the only difference that it now had a face in it and a crown wearing.

The other students didn't have time to notice the same TNT in one hand and a green disk on the other, but with a yell of "Ridicullus!!" The creature was now a cubic goof looking thing that waved at them.

Later in the day Remus would start to both investigate the strange quartet of his students, and mark his sessions with Potter on his schedule.

Anon this hurts and I love you’re writing. I love this so much.