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understandableparadox · 7 months ago

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Bottom of the barrel isekai: b-rank adventurer with an evil look becomes a daddy to the protagonist and his childhood friend.

Well if i'm reading it, that's a goddamn lie, hello! Pull up a chair, drink my tea, piss on my wife, you have the most control in this world because you are the specialist lil fella that can do not a lick of wrong! It's time for another bottom of the barrel isekai review! Today, you can read the title above, go fuck yourself if you think im going write it out every single god damn time.

Come out boys, girls and some other thing, frogs? Is that what the enbys like these days? Frogs? Anyways let's do the song and dance!

Our titular main character is a dude from japan, they wasted their live away being a disgusting fucking neet and playing video games all the live long day, being a whale in pirates 101 and domeing me from across the map as widow maker on royal!

Anyways he fucking Dies and gets reincarnated in the game he and his singular friend dearly loved known as bright fantasy, now as we can see in the picture above, perhaps he reincarnated as some sorta giga god, perhaps his party abandoned him because they didnt understand the monumental boon a tax accountant has in another world… perhaps he was summoned by the king to Fuck his wife for him!

Wait a second… is that a sharp detour…? FU-

Anyways gray is reborn as a Thug Npc, or someone with a dark background, his looks mean, he has a average appearance and some fucking sick shoulder gaurds. He is a moody lil nobody, which is why it's such an insane hook to see it open with two children begging to be adopted by him in the opening

Now before you get too scared that we are running into uncharted territories since we haven't had anyone betray anyone and the MC has not turned god inside out, we get to dive back into the cool cocoons of familiar fantasy tropes with the adventuring ranking system. I'm not going to bother to explain it, if you got a letter grade in school then you know what it means. Get close to the A and that means you are the Big Boy adventurer who does the Big Boy quests.

Now i do appreciate the authors restraint and only making him the Second Biggest boy and attempting to make him Not A Twink

We almost have a guy who is on a bulk and not a cut, sigh, one day.

Anyways we pull back ground tall dark and who cares to learn that these two are matchstick kids. Dead broke kids who are attempting to sell flowers they have picked to the people on the street. They were attacked by nobody you are going to remember and get healed by gray. They then decide to beg him to save their ailing parents because I guess wonka isn't around to give golden tickets to get them out of bed or whatever.

They tell them their names, one of them has the super special name of the Super Main Character. What a coinkyDink. Gray knows that if he is to be a villain (???) then his job is to avoid it. Luckily he went to the Katarina claes school of villainy and decided that ethical action is actually more important than meta narrative logic.

Cut to Tiny tims lakeside property and we see the rest of the family living the fucking dream!

I'm so sorry, i have this mental tick where i accidently say “dream” instead of “nightmare”.

Also Stella is a vampire, why? Fuck you thats why.

They explain that they have been getting by by the skin of their teeth through a combination of the street urchin grind set of selling flowers and getting church donations. Gray beats up some assumed child abductors outside and gives a somewhat creepy smile.

Next chapter is about Gray stealing an orcs' balls to create a high end potion (viagra) to nobles so he can get enough money to buy something called a “home”? I'm not sure what that is exactly, i'm not sure what the translator was talking about, i've certainly never heard of someone “buying” or owning one for certain.

I don't actually have much to say about this guy, this is the guy who makes the ball potion for gray, I just like him, he has a funny face, I like looking at it. He looks like someone I would trade yugioh cards with while he tells me about his super cool oc and I would listen because he is a fun dude.

But yeah, the manga is mostly about this guy being a slightly more psychotic late stage kratos, being a dad, trying to raise a bunch of random kids he found, trying to give the main character a taste of normalcy before the plot kicks and and shit goes sideways, oh and sometimes he brutally kills people.

His main goal is to have a family and that's about that.

So let's start getting into things.

The title has no interest in creating an expansive world that is original, everything of it is meat burrowed and stitched into its own narrative to support its own plot line and to explain why this happens and why that is occurring at this point. Now I do not believe that this is inherently a bad thing. In fact it's fine. Not every single manga needs to be the next genre defining piece of media. In fact we need things that are average, we need things that build the genre or else we can never have exceptions to the rule. The magic system, the team system, the classes, the guilds, the plot, it's all what you would expect from something with final fantasy inspirations. Semi (not really) complicated fighting systems that only make sense to pad out the loving tedium of a game. “Complete this many quests of this level to rank up.” “collect this many monster parts to complete the quest” and so on and so fourth ad infitum until god has to pop out and ask what the fuck is going on.

The art is great in places. Most of it is very bog standard, you aren't going to get that much out of it if you are expecting groundbreaking designs that really make you scratch your chin in wonder at how they made something like that up. But it's very clearly competent and knows how to give each of its characters that needed cover before you read the book. People that need to look like unlikeable thugs look like unlikeable thugs, children that need to look sweet and innocent look sweet and innocent. The artist is really good at goofy expressions but they are a bit few and far between to really satisfy my desire for evil fucked up faces, oh kekegurui… if i didnt hate your plot so much i would be so much more obsessed with you…

The tropes I've already gone over. It uses every single trope but more so in the way someone would do if they were playing a new game plus. You don't want to do the rigamarole of the heroes rise so you make them overpowered and whatever so they can get to the stuff that you have deemed important, that being fatherhood simulator and housing market simulator. The world is secondary to the plot the author wants so they grab the tropes they want to ensure they can focus on that part of the story with impunity while hand waving some other things and give ol daddy gray his badass moments to make the editors happy that this is infact enough of a power fantasy. You know, to keep those freaks that actually buy the manga happy.

As for kink stuff, none that I can see. The author only seems to want women to fawn on the main character so they can complete the golden vision of the dead emperor abe of the nuclear family, perhaps hoping to tempt his blessing from beyond the grave…

This was a little bit of a boreing read. I cant entirely recommend it, but if you want to see some edgy boredline twunk be a dad to a bunch of random kids he adopted then yeah, go for it lmao.

#manga #manga review #bottom of the barral #isekai

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thelaurenshippen · 1 year ago

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I'm just a starting writer, I did a little nanowrimo this year and wrote 39k words about a vampire gamer, I've always been a vampire girl, but here's the thing I don't know what to do with it.

Currently I'm unemployed for a variety of reasons but I'm lucky enough to have a partner who has a salary that can support us both.

But also I love writing, all my life I just wanted to write and being unemployed this year during nano gave me the opportunity to try and do that.

And now I'm curious is there a way to get paid to be a writer? Not as a marketing copy writer but a fiction writer, or essayist?

So what does one do?

Should I just publish whatever I wrote on a blog and put up a donation button?

Should I just publish on Tumblr?

Should I do it on AO3/Wattpad?

I'm at a loss.

I also don't have social media only use Tumblr and a little BlueSky after twitter exploded, and I really don't want to go and "build an audience on TikTok and booktok" (please gods no).

ah, yes, the eternal question: "how do I make money as a writer?"

I wish I had a good answer. I wish I had any answer. and I would love for other writers on here to chime in with their perspectives, because I am constantly struggling to answer this question for myself!

to answer the specific questions first: there are websites that post jobs for writing gigs - fiction, essays, etc. the one I'm most familiar with is upwork, though I've never gotten a job myself through there so can't speak to the experience. I will say that writing jobs tend to be in high demand and writing in general can be quite competitive, so working on your resume and improving your craft is an important thing to do whether you're just starting out or have been writing professionally for years.

self-publishing is absolutely an option! if you do, I would recommend getting a beta reader (or just a few friends) to read through your manuscript before you publish - it's always good to get feedback and to get other eyes on your work, no matter how complete or polished, for typos/grammar/formatting/etc. I'd also recommend reading about the best ways to self-publish - again, I can't personally speak to this as my three novels were traditionally published, but I know that folks publish through Amazon a lot and there certainly have been successfully novels (and especially graphic novels!) that have started out as blog posts/blogs. I don't recommend publishing an original story to ao3 or Wattpad if you're hoping to make money (if you're publishing for fun, go for it!) - ao3, my beloved, is an archive and therefore does not allow you to link to any kind of patreon/kofi/etc., so can be difficult to monetize. I'm less familiar with Wattpad, but I do know that they are actively trying to get into the publishing game themselves and sometimes pluck stories from their site to bring up to trad publishing, which I've heard can be....a mixed bag.

but there are a lot of authors on here and on their personal websites writing about self-publishing, so there's definitely better info out there about how to do it and how lucrative it can be!

a very good rule for self-publishing imo - whether that's through a site like amazon, your own blog, a podcast, a webcomic, whatever - is always give people the option to pay you. so, yes, put that donation button up. it doesn't matter if no one has read or listened to your thing yet, just making sure the option is there from the start is a good thing!

that's about the extent of the straightforward answer I can give you. if I were to give you a step-by-step guide of how I got to a place where most of my income comes from fiction writing, it would look like this:

write your own fiction podcast, get some actors from acting class to come over to your apartment and record for free, and produce the whole thing yourself

publish said podcast and then spend the next 2 years spending as much time on social media, at conventions, conferences - anywhere there are fiction podcast fans and creators - as you can talking about your show, all while writing and producing the show for free

get lucky and have the show take off. start to get some ad money that allows you to pay your collaborators. watch the show get better as a result. see the show take off even more. keep grinding away at social media

get a cold email from a book agent who wants to talk to you. convince that book agent to represent the YA novel you want to write in the world of your podcast

expend whatever leftover energy you have on ensuring that when people think of fiction podcasting, they think of you, even if other names are coming first. be everywhere. talk to everyone. keep grinding away at social media.

get a cold email from a fiction producer in England who wants you to write on his show. convince him to let you co-showrun it with him.

use your growing network of audio friends to get an agent and manager. use those people to get a pitch to marvel. convince marvel to let you write a podcast for them.

finally quit your day job, after doing 4 seasons of a successful podcast and selling spin-offs to a tech company, getting a 3-book deal with a major publisher, being hired to co-showrun a big budget mystery, and selling a show idea to marvel. then make all of those shows.

finish the podcast you started with, now seven seasons long. try to pitch out other ideas to all the people who wanted to buy that podcast off of you. watch them say no to anything new.

get lucky and sit next to a netflix exec at a dinner. convince her to let you write a stranger things show.

keep pitching. use the money from your other jobs to fund your indie shows. sell one show. lose another halfway through development. have your ideas optioned for television over and over and get used to hearing no's when you go out to pitch. produce and direct as much as you can to pay the bills. keep grinding away at social media.

????????

profit

that's obviously a simplification of my journey but I'm currently in that ???? stage. I don't say all of this to freak you - or anyone else - out. being a creative is hard. it gets easier in some ways and stays just as hard in others. I'm better at my job than I used to, so making shows is easier, but getting jobs and getting audience feels as hard as ever, even if I am several steps ahead than where I started. I thought I could build off the success of @thebrightsessions to make my other originals instant successes and that's just not how it works at all. you're building from the next step up after every success, not the top of the staircase.

but, like I said, I'm not trying to scare you - the thing that's positive in my weird crazy journey is the reality that there is no one right way to do something. there's a million different ways to make a creative career, especially in the age of the internet. which means that my advice to anyone who asks me how to start a career in audio fiction specifically is: just do it. don't wait for someone to give you a budget, don't try to cater to what you think the AD audience wants, just tell your story as you want to and get it out there. the best job application is being able to point to your own original work that's already garnered an audience.

I have no idea if that could as readily apply to prose writing/publishing. that is definitely beyond my knowledge base, but I'd say if you want to get a taste for what it's like to be a freelance creative, apply to jobs on upwork or similar sites, work on your original work, and find a platform that works for you on which you could potentially build an audience. and then get to know as many people as you can in your given field - I would not be where I am at all without folks like Gabriel Urbina, or Jeffrey Cranor, or Jenny Turner Hall. making friends in audio drama from the start who could recommend me for jobs - and being sure that I do the same now that I have more power - is vital. make friends with your peers (also bc they're great and you'll learn so much from them).

finally, I want to pass on advice that my uncles gave me when I was a teenager wanting to go to broadway--both of them work in musical theater (one conductor, one musical director, they are quite the power couple and my heroes) and when I was growing up, they told me "if you can think of anything else that will make you just as happy, do that instead". it sounds like harsh advice, but it's good advice. people don't pick creative careers because it's easy and stable--if there's anything else you're equally passionate about that could make you money and be more stable, there is absolutely nothing wrong in pursuing that and then writing for the love and joy of it, without the pressure of making a living. and that doesn't mean that that won't eventually lead to you being a successful full-time writer! but choosing to pursue writing full-time because it's what you want to do with your life is a very particular kind of path.

anyway, I've gone on way too long. I hope some of this was helpful - the last-last thing I'll say is that a) I obviously have a very limited perspective so nothing I say here is the be-all-end-all way of viewing things b) I had a very stable data entry job while I was making my first show that was very flexible and work-from-home (oh, to be able to get that job back now...since the pandemic, those types of jobs are obviously in high demand) and c) I got lucky. luck and timing are, unfortunately, a huge part of success in creative careers. if anyone tries to sell you on the idea that there's a guaranteed path to success that you can control if you work hard enough, they are lying to you and probably want you to buy something.

finally-finally, a vampire gamer story sounds so fun!! I love that idea!

#lauren writes things #self publishing #traditional publishing #advice #also your ask was one of the ones that didn't get eaten but thank you for sending again!#I hope this answered your question but feel free to send more!#long post #lauren answers things

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ravenstargames · 2 years ago

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Super excited for the game!!! It looks so good so far!!!

I absolutely love how you guys made the MC more or less a blank slate, I find having a set appearance and solid personality to be a little bit jarring, but the way you are going to do it seems really good!

Btw, have you guys already found a proof-writer? If not, will you make a post searching for one or will you hire someone that you find online? Just curious since I'd be interested in the position.

Also... Xal 🥺🥺

Thank you for reading!

AWWW Anon!! Thank you so much! ; v ; 💜 Words like yours encourage us to keep working hard!

About the MC, I (as the writer) wanted to try and create a balance between 'the player can insert their own headcanons' and 'the MC has their own personality, dreams and aspirations', because I find the latter more engaging and easy to both write and empathize with. River has some established traits about them that the player can choose how to 'channel', but there's also quite the amount of things that are never specified about them, which I think helps create this balance. You will be able to test this in the demo, so I hope we can get a nice amount of feedback about it!

✦ About proofreading—we want to hire a proofreader, but sadly I'm not sure if we'll be able to properly pay for one with our current funds. All the donations we get on our ko.fi page are destined for this, but reality is the demo script is long and we want to pay people what their work is worth. There's a bunch of options we can weigh (and we still have plenty of time), but there's a chance the demo script will not be 'officially' proofreaded and we'll wait to get funded to hire someone to both revise the prologue and the rest of the game!

Also, now that you have brought up the MC's appearance, I will take the opportunity to talk a bit about our plans so far! I hope you don't mind, anon! 💜

✦ The MC's physical appearance?

Our current plan is to not have any visual depictions of the MC in the demo, but create a 'default' River for the full game so the CGs can be more diverse and include direct interactions between the MC and the LIs / the world. Note that we won't force the player to 'have to see' the MC on screen all the time if we end up choosing to depict them.

Following this train of thought, we would like to add a Kickstarter backer pledge that includes designing and adding a custom MCs as a 'default' option, and even a character creator whose customization is reflected in the CGs as a stretch goal. This is what we really, really would like to do; for the player to be able to customize the appearance of the MC however they desire (to a certain limit). Emphasis on ' would like to', because it's certainly ambitious and not an easy or cheap task. So these are just dreams and wishes for now.

Obviously, both depicting the MC or not doing it has its pros and cons, and we want to seize all options, listen to opinions and then settle on something. There's a lot of devs who have approached this in different, creative ways, so I know we have options and combinations out there.

In fact, Twin Coves' dev is now running a poll about this that you can find here!

Our plan is just that, a plan; it's not set in stone, and after the demo drops, we will make a poll to see how many of you would like one option vs the other and get to know your opinions. As of the demo, the MC won't have an established appearance and that is official, so rest assured that we will have time to listen to you all and assess our options.

Thank you for your kindness anon! 💜 I hope this wasn't a bummer or anything, we just want to be honest about our thoughts and our issues and everything else. Don't hesitate to send another ask if you have any other doubt, and know that Xal sends a huge smooch your way!

#about the game #lost in limbo

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sumi-sprite · 2 months ago

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Ohoho YES!! Let's go!!

This was brought up to me by @wisp-of-chaos so this is 100% her fault, and I would love to see mutuals get in on it!

Under the cut! I picked my OC Mar'reen for the ask game!

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Mar'reen had an extensive plushy collection when she was younger, but passed most of them on to her kids. She much prefers cuddling her kids or hubby, but may opt for a body pillow (she sometimes gets horrible back and hip pains from her job as a doctor, off)

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Mar is OBSESSED with her plants AND her kids. She didn't own many pets due to the demands of her work, but she has had 7 kids and taken care of all of them wonderfully! She loves her garden and keeps it thriving year round!

Ask them to describe their love interest.

"Oh, how do I describe him? A true gentleman, compassionate and patient. He is such a romantic! But he also knows how to please a lady~ Ira is gentle and protective, and I could not ask for a better husband." - Mar'reen talking about Ira

Do they look good in red?

I think so, but it wouldn't be Mar's first choice. She says it clashes a bit with her purple-mauve skin, she much prefers more "burnt" colors like ochre, and other sunset tones.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

She's not really one for big words, she prefers big actions! But she has given speeches before, though they have been for medical conferences and events. Sorry!

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Her husband, her kids, Tilly and Tazzak (OCs of @wisp-of-chaos), and MANY others. She will never take advice from Qirilissk (also an OC of Wisp's) or her "bullheaded" brother.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Maternal, patient, warm

"Hmm...Patient, certainly. I have to be. Good cook? Or is that two words? And I like to think I'm honest."

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Mar'reen deals with a lot of mental stimuli with her job, as well as "puzzles" in terms of diagnosis and odd ailments. She can certainly solve complex puzzles, but she prefers unwinding and letting her brain rest outside of work!

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

100%, she will get fussy over her plants if they start to look wilty or sick. She's also learned inanimate empathy through her kids when they would get upset over a broken or "hurt" toy and she would make a show of "healing" it.

What age do they most want to be right now?

"Oh, goodness... I most certainly wouldn't mind going back to my youthful uni days for a visit! So long as I don't need to take all the medical exams again, of course. But then again, I'm very happy where I am now. It's hard to say if I'd want to go back to a younger age or not."

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Save for her grandkids or an emergency! Mar's pretty well off, she isn't at all hurting for money and would rather make sure her kids have a safety net after she passes. She might donate some of it, or put a bit into the hospital she works out to make some upgrades or repairs!

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Mar has an absolutely guilt pleasure for romance novels of all sorts, and is a heavy shipper of various fictional characters of all genres!

Name one thing their parents taught them.

"Be kind, be stubborn, and be stubbornly kind."

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Absolutely! So long as it's not hurting the person or those around them, a guilty pleasure is rarely a bad thing. She has a few herself, including romance novels (as stated above), sweets, certain drinks, and when she was single, clubbing on occasion.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Hmm...probably forcing yourself to do something for the sake of pleasing others. And she wouldn't see it so much as a waste of time, but a waste of energy and exercising one's freedom to live their own life. She also considers bigotry or being mad at something completely harmless as a waste of time AND energy.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

lol Mar's very well off, and she has an EXTENSIVE wardrobe. She loves getting dressed up on her days off and going out if she has no other obligations. She doesn't have any one style preference, she seems to swing between comfy homebody, daring and revealing, and chic professional.

Do they like children?

Mar'reen has seven children to her name, and she loves every single one of them and every one she meets. She is a sucker for babies of all sorts, and will happily adopt any troubled, lost, hurt, or needy person she sees.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

She doesn't have a tongue lol So...no tongue I guess? Tentacles, however...

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Absolutely. Though she's out of school now, she has to keep up with medical practices and updated information, so LOTS of studying.

What do they like that nobody else does?

Kimchi. Mind you there's plenty who like it, but Mar'reen LOVES kimchi - and spicy food in general. She also almost always gets massive cravings for pickled vegetables when she's been pregnant.

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Mar'reen has had few bad breakups, most of them were when she was young and they weren't serious. But absolutely neglect or dislike of her children, disrespect towards service workers, and disrespect towards her. She demands and equal in a relationship, and a compassionate and open minded partner.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Mar'reen loves petnames! She uses quite a few herself for friends, family, and even her plants and patients. Her usual go tos are "Darling", "Sweetling", "dear", and personalized petnames for specific people!

Stability or novelty?

A bit of both, depending on what these entail lol

Honesty or charity?

Again, both, depending on context!

Safety or possibility?

Safety if it's in regards to her family, and ESPECIALLY regarding patients. She can't afford to a "maybe" in ether cases.

Talent or effort?

Talent is something Mar can always appreciate, but she will always support genuine effort over talent.

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

It would depend on who she is forgiving/getting back at. Mar can be VERY petty when she wants to be, though it is incredibly rare.

Would they date a fixer-upper?

It would depend, but she does not believe in "fixing" anyone. She believes partnership can absolutely improve and bring out the best in others, but it has to be a two-way street. She's got enough to deal with, but wouldn't outright reject the idea if the person seemed compatible to her.

What recurring dreams do they have?

During her widowhood, Mar had lots of dreams of Ira. Not nightmares, usually just soft, happy dreams of seeing and talking to him.

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

I guess it depend son what she's being forgiven for? What did she do?? Mar, I swear to gods-!

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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moodys-art · 3 years ago

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how's it going? Can I ask about a day at the beach with the squadra or vacations with them? can be platonic please, thank you :D

Vacations + day at the beach with La Squadra -🍃🔅🌊 (platonic)

Hey, I'm doing good, thanks for asking ! I hope you are too. Thank you for your request, it took some time but I really enjoyed writing it. 💕

Risotto

If the team is going on vacations, he's the one to plan everything, along with Prosciutto. Risotto will take care of the administrative and financial part of the trip. He chooses a mansion near the beach, located a day away from where the team lives.

As someone who is used to working all day and during most of his nights, he's certainly not used to suddenly having so much time to himself. Most of the day, he'll wander around the house, not knowing what to do. At first, he may even sleep a whole lot more than usual, hence recovering from all the sleepless nights he used to spend on completing paperwork. But quite quickly, he begins to grow used to this more relaxed way of life and will greatly enjoy any time spent in company of his teammates.

The capo is interested in a lot of things here on vacations. Although he wouldn't be bothered by spending his entire day doing nothing, he still wants to go out and to discover all that the town has to offer. He particularly enjoys sightseeing and hiking along the coasts. Other than that, he'll make one or two trip at a nearby medical facility to donate blood, as it's one thing he always wanted to do but never really got the time for.

Risotto doesn't particularly enjoy the beach nor is interested in bathing, however, he appreciates the calming peace that comes with sunbathing. He could go for a swim or two, and he's really good at it. If you ask him, he may indulge in playing some beach games with the team. His favorite one is volleyball, which he likes to play against Formaggio. The Capo is educated enough to know about the risks and consequences of high sun exposure, so he knows how to protect himself and reminds his team once in a while to be careful.

Prosciutto

Before the team leaves, Prosciutto will make sure that everything is ready. Suitcases, equipments, car gas... He could even be the type to keep a small notebook on him in which he listed all the things they need. Don't be mad at him if he wants to go back to the team's hideout after only a few kilometers, because he wants to make sure that everything is locked once again. If someone else does that thing however, he's going to be pissed off.

Arriving at the mansion, despite his fatigue, he'll be taking things in charge from the get go : everything needs to be unpacked, and if some members of the team have brought some food : it's the priority to put it in the fridge, or in the kitchen.

During the vacations : he will not sleep in late and will wake up almost as early as usual. He makes it a habit to have his coffee and a cigarette at the back of the mansion, enjoying the view on the ocean below, further down the terrace. He still reads the newspaper, as it's a habit he has acquired since quite some time now, and one he's not ready to let go, even on a break.

Prosciutto organizes every trip in town or to cultural sites : he wants to make sure the team visits at least one museum. He always loved discovering art and science through expositions, but since he integrated the mafia, there wasn't that much time for that.

As you could expect from Prosciutto : he's very adamant on using sun protection. He doesn't go to the beach unless he's sure there is enough sunscreen and shadowspots where to rest. The man's also in charge of bringing all the things needed for a day at the location, whether it is optimal sunscreen, sandwiches and snacks, or swimming equipment. Unsurprisingly, he's the type of man to go for a long swim in the sea, doing a very slow and technical breaststroke, just like old people often do when they go for a swim. He'll make it a routine to go swimming everyday (on mornings, usually), and will not stop unless someone is drowning and needs his help. Routine is a must !

Formaggio

Formaggio is the one who will buy every fancy snack he sees at each station the team stops by during the trip. He's the type to already have a nice and big supply of food in a small, second suitcase. Prosciutto was grumpy about that because : "Who needs a second suitcase ? Mamma mia, the car is already overloaded !", but Formaggio convinced him it was nothing other than simple clothing supplies if his own clothes ever got torn apart or stained. You know how he's always a bit clumsy, hm ? When the team arrives at the mansion, Formaggio makes it a priority to put part of his food in the fridge without being seen by Prosciutto, and he will keep the rest safely locked away in his bedroom.

He'll convince the team to play paintball at a location nearby, which will actually be a great way for them all to wind down and get some fun time for once. Although mildly interested, he doesn't accompany Prosciutto and Pesci to museums as he doesn't think paying for that is worthy. You can't even touch paintings and statues ! And you have to be quiet ! What do you mean, he's screaming ? Yeah, don't bring him in there.

Be prepared to be swept away from your sunbathing spot to the volleyball court and encouraged to play for some time. Formaggio is definitely a fan of volley-ball and will spend hours playing it under the sun, even if it's on his own. The only time he leaves the game is to run into the sea and throw himself in the water. He's also completely clueless about the dangers of swimming in a further area and will be the only one in the team coming back with jellyfish stings (not lethal ones, but pretty hurtful and dangerous stings : Prosciutto will have to take the first-aid kit out or take him to a nearby hospital).

Illuso

Illuso is a homebody at heart. He won't be the type to go on vacations, but if he goes, once arrived, he doesn't leave his room very often most of the times. However, he'll enjoy discovering all the hidden corners of the mansion, and count the mirrors to see how he'll manage pranking the others and stealing them their beach towels.

He's going to enjoy going on some shopping sprees every once in a while to try on the most beautiful and luxurious clothes he can find. With his stand, he'll even be able to steal some expensive clothes and come back with the smuggest grin of all grins plastered on his face, but he only does steal if it's not a local shop that helps to sustain people's needs. So he won't really feel guilty if he steals from corporation stores, especially if the sellers act haughty, mean and disdainful, or even simply fake-nice and hypocritical. Most of the time when Illuso is not shopping, he's playing with Formaggio on the beach, out of boredom. He might also seriously consider cooking as a hobby, although he can sometimes mess up simple plates. However, he's very good at making fresh seasoned pasta salads. The team usually enjoys eating them in the evening on the terrace, when the sun sets.

Illuso's often seen hanging out at the cocktail bar, either on his own, either with Melone. He barely handles hot weather, and will sip on his drink while haughtily mocking Pesci's and Risotto's sandcastles. Truth is, he really wants to build one too, but would never try and do so. He also outright refuses to play any kind of intense game/sport, especially at the beach. If there's two things that Illuso hates, it's the sun and exercise.

Pesci

Pesci will bring a lot of his belongings to the mansion, as it gives him a certain sense of comfort : it'll be easier to feel at home there. His room is next to Prosciutto's and he likes to often come and see him to talk about the things they could do with the team the next day and during the rest of the trip.

He enjoys every minute spent with his aniki in local museums, and is actually really educated about biology and marine life - he has the habit to spend a lot of his free time researching and learning about the subject. After having visited the aquarium of the region, he'll happily buy some gifts to the team, to some members he knows appreciate certain creatures. He might even buy a miniature pink shark sclupture to gift to Risotto, because he just thinks that could be a good idea. Despite his external stoic expression, Risotto will be delighted and will carefully wrap the statue in a cloth to protect it until he will be able to put it on his desk, back at the hideout.

The main reason Pesci's was really excited to come to this side of the country is because there's the beach juste beside the mansion, so he can go there as much times as he want, and even eat/snack on the sand. Pesci is way much more into seashell collectioning. He often likes to walk along the beach, and is sometimes seen running on the sand with Ghiaccio. He fairly participates to games, but is careful enough not to stay in the sun for too long as he has a quite sensitive skin !

Melone

Melone will sleep in until the early afternoon ! He likes to spend his time visiting tons of clubs at night and interacting with locals, so that's why he may come back to the mansion very late, and go to sleep at unreasonable hours. Other than that, he likes to help on various domestic chores such as cleaning, helping with the laundry along with Prosciutto.

He spends his afternoons looking up for tourist guides and activities to do during the vacations and is very attracted to the possibility of doing canoe and sky-diving if that's possible. He learns everything about the local culture as well. Melone will grab Pesci and make him visit local restaurants or snacks with him, so they can taste everything the town has to offer !

The main reason Melone would go to the beach, is because he can do some people-watching. He's a bit deceived if the'yre the only ones there, as he's very social when he's not on his computer. A chance that there's the ice-cream seller that he can chatter with ! He enjoys a few cold beverages and cocktails, and begs you to taste the Blue Lagoon one. He's not one to go bathe very much long, neither very far from the coast, especially if there's a lot of alguae in the water. Indeed, the last time his feet touched some, he nearly screeched like a frightened cat.

Ghiaccio

At first, Ghiaccio is incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of sitting locked in a car with his teammates during a whole day. When they arrive at the mansion, the first thing he does is to run to his room where proceeds to unpack all of his stuff. He'll go downstairs to sit in the living room with everyone and silently watch tv, but sleep will come around the corner and kick in very quickly.

During the stay, he might be ok with making some supplies of frozen drinks for the team, by using his Stand and aromas/fruits bought in town. Ghiaccio will spend most of his time exercising on the beach or taking naps in his room. Hot weather makes him incredibly exhausted, which is why he never goes out for too long.

For Ghiaccio, the beach is like 'workout material'. What's better than a giant sand area almost devoid of people where you can run and do push-ups freely ? Nothing, and certainly not a gym where people sit on machines without protecting them with towels first, or where people grunt while looking at their biceps in the mirror. Not that it's a bad thing, but Ghiaccio just can't bear this type of atmosphere, so a calm, flat beach is really a dream come true. Similarly to Melone, he hates being touched by alguae or other things under the water. The fact that he can't see where his feet are, what's under them or if there is something nearby ready to tickle him, freaks him out. If it does happen, he'll try to punch around with his feets and hands and get out of the water as fast as possible (or freeze his way out). You go Ghiaccio !

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Play with me [Billy Russo x Reader] - Requested [15+]

Title: Play with me Pairing: Billy Russo x Female!Reader Word count: 3.3k Published: 13 June 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: There's no smut in it, but it is quite suggestive so I think it deserves the 15+ rating. Warnings: Suggestive phrases, mention of alcohol and drinking Summary: Once again you find yourself dragged to a fancy event as part of your work by none other than Billy himself. Your boss seems to be enjoying your discomfort, finding entertainment in your grimaces and sulking comebacks. That is until you decide to turn his little game against him. Request: [x] Prompts requested by @sunrisefairy for my celebration event.

Billy Russo x Reader Fluff #19 - “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” Spicy #20 - “Are you flirting with me?” Spicy #39 - “I’m a little drunk and a little horny.”

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You've never been big on attending all those fancy events your company has been hired to work at, but Billy always said it was a good way to build connections. Not once have you found yourself in a pretty little ballgown, following your boss around with a stone-cold expression, silently trying to suffocate him with your murderous gaze. You were hired to be a security agent not a peacock, but Billy didn't seem to mind the invisible daggers your eyes shot at him, if anything, by the smug grin across his face, he appeared to be enjoying the situation.

Just like many times before, this event was organised by one of his clients as well and he had been invited, along with a plus one to your utter disappointment. Though it sounded like you were supposed to be guests, in the end the man made it clear that he wanted Billy to have his back and his people to be blended in the crowd. Therefore, most of the night, you and Billy have been following around the old man, some no name politician you couldn't even recognise with his wife on his arm, smiling like a wild beast.

"You know, if you think about it, this could be our first date," Billy smirked as his eyes scanned the room. "It's like a grand double date," he smirked, earning an annoyed huff from you.

"It's not a double date, I wouldn't even go out with you if you were the last person on this planet," you groaned. "We are just— third and fourth wheeling for the sole purpose of their security," you nodded towards the couple in front of you.

"If denial makes your sensitive little heart feel better about your attraction towards me, who am I to object," he chuckled. "Though I have to admit, that silk dress on you makes it very hard for me to focus," he scanned your body, his gaze studying every single inch as though he could see through the thin material. His eyes dwelled longer on the high cut design that ran up to the top of your thigh, exposing your bare legs. His intent gaze burned your skin, your ears feeling as though they were on fire before realisation hit you.

"Hold on a minute, are you flirting with me?" You asked incredulously.

"As smart as you are, I'm surprised it took you this long to realise," he replied with his smug grin growing wider.

"Wipe it off," you scoffed at him as he grabbed your arm, rougher than you expected and linked it with his, patting the back of your hand. You walked around the ballroom with him on your side as he shook hands with all kinds of men, each seemingly interested in every breath Billy took, almost as though he was more important than the old man in front of you.

"Why? If it wasn't for your distaste in all these events, you'd be drooling over me by now," he chuckled playfully, offering you a subtle wink, before he turned back to the sea of people with his head held high, his body straightening in an authoritative manner.

"You are delusional," you hissed, teeth gritting in frustration.

"Right, I guess you just love staring at me then. Though I'm not surprised, I'm certainly good to look at," he huffed.

"No and No," you scoffed with a grimace. "And remove that shit-eating grin from your face already," you retorted as Billy clicked his tongue.

"Pretty lips, but such a dirty mouth," he let out a low, throaty laugh as he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through your body. "You know, I have a couple of ideas what you could use that mouth for," he replied in a suggestive tone, arching a single brow as he pulled back.

"Oh, do you now?" You offered him a playful smile as your eyes looked him up and down before your gaze met his again. "Unfortunately for you, I'm not interested," you shook your head, trying to act as though his offer didn't affect you, as though his body so close to you didn't force your heart into a dangerous pace. Though mostly you found it easy to ignore his teasing, you had to admit a part of you was indeed inclined to know more about where his mind was wandering off to.

"Ouch," he placed a hand in front of his chest, acting as if he was indeed in pain before he rearranged himself. "Your loss, I guess," he shrugged nonchalantly, earning an annoyed eye roll from you.

As the night went on, you tried to ignore the music in the background and focus on your work. Your eyes scanned the gigantic room as you shimmied through the sea of people dancing in pairs whilst Billy followed right behind you, clearing his throat. Looking back over your shoulder, you realised his eyes weren't on the people surrounding you or establishing eye contact with the rest of the team. His gaze fell lower, lower than you expected.

"Do you like the view?" You asked, arching a brow as he finally stopped staring at your backside and lifted his gaze, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

"What can I say that dress seems to enhance your beauty in all the right places," he smirked, earning a scoff from you. "Hey, can't I compliment you?" He raised his hands innocently, but you didn't fall for it, his proud grin spread wider as he ran his eyes all over you again.

"Pig," you spat as you finally reached the end of the crowd and stole a glass of champagne from a tray one of the servers walked around with.

"You are not supposed to be drinking," he gave you a cold look.

"I can't handle you sober," you chugged the content of the glass in a swift movement, earning a loud huff from him.

"That's not very professional," he replied as he stepped closer and placed a hand on your waist, tugging you closer in his side.

"Well, screw professionalism," you huffed as you felt the alcohol hit you. It was already warm inside, but with the alcohol, you felt your cheeks flush. Your eyes wandered to your side, where his big palm cupped your side, his touch radiating further warmth into your already heated body. "Is it just me—," you asked as you met his gaze, "or your hand seems to wander way too carelessly on my body tonight," you squinted suspiciously.

"I'm just making sure you are safe," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not the client, you know that, right?" you huffed as you grabbed his hand, took it off your waist and walked towards another room, searching for the old man, before you heard a voice in your earpiece, letting you know about his whereabouts. Heading to his position, you felt Billy's presence right behind you again. You halted your steps and turned around, folding your arms in front of your chest.

"You were not supposed to be drinking," he repeated himself with a stern expression across his face, one that told you this time he wasn't playing around, he was indeed unhappy with you. But instead of apologising or acknowledging his presence for that matter, you simply ignored him and looked around the room. "Do you even realise that I'm your boss?" He frowned, looking at you with a questioning gaze. "I feel like I have been way too lenient with you," he groaned as you stared him down. You caught sight of a waiter heading your way, so you quickly snatched another glass from his tray and gulped down the champagne.

"So? What are you going to do about it?" You asked in a mocking tone, smirking at the man as he chewed on his bottom lip. The words escaped your vocal cords before you could even protest. In normal circumstances you would have never dared to say them out loud, but the alcohol in your system, the two glasses of champagne seemed to do the trick. As you weren't big on drinking and barely had any alcohol, it hit you harder than someone who was used to its strength.

"I could fire you in this instance," he hissed, his tone low and warning. You took a step towards him, barely leaving a couple of inches between you as you looked up at him.

"Then why don't you?" You asked, arching a brow, waiting for a reply. "Come on, why don't you, huh?" You taunted him. "What did you expect? That I'm going to beg you to let me keep my job? Humour me, Russo," you huffed, this time wearing the same shit-eating grin he wore before.

"You are playing with fire," he spoke through gritted teeth as he sneaked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, forcing you to lift your head higher to be able to look up at him. "I don't appreciate that tone," he continued in a low, dark voice, one that made your knees buckle, the air stuck in your lungs. "If you want to get my attention, then you can stop, you have had it for a while," he growled as he brushed his lips against your earlobe, his breath fanning the sensitive skin behind your ear. "But if it's for the sole purpose of pissing me off, I advise you to cut the bullshit, because I don't like your stupid little game," he squeezed your side as he pulled back, his jaw clenched.

To be fair, you weren't sure why you were taunting him, but there was something about him when he was frustrated, when you knew he was just a push away from snapping. You never dared to cross that line, nor did you want to do it now, but that borderline dangerous look in his eyes made you feel weak, his strong arm around you rough and warning, still you couldn't stop yourself from poking the sleeping lion. "So, you can play with me, but I can't do the same? Don't you think that's hypocritical?" You scoffed, folding your arms in front of your chest, creating even more space between you. There was a moment of silence as Billy studied your face, trying to decide if you were serious or you had gone completely mental.

"You are drunk, you are not making any sense," he scoffed as he got hold of your arm and started dragging you towards a closed door. As he opened it, you found yourself in some sort of a lounge with a sofa on the opposite wall of the room, an armchair on each side and a small coffee table right in front of it. The dim light and empty room created a rather welcoming feeling after the loud ballroom. "Sit down and take a minute for yourself, I will be back in a second. Hopefully by then you will make more sense," he threw the words at you as he left and closed the door behind himself.

You didn't attempt to take a seat and lounge around, you didn't want to sit down and do nothing, though the slight dizziness you felt urged you to do so. For a second you debated if you should listen to your instincts and indeed rest your tired limbs, but you shook yourself out of the thought and instead wandered around the room, looking at the paintings on the wall. Each art was of the same man— the one you were supposed to be protecting— wearing the finest of clothing you have ever seen. Rich folks, you scoffed at the thought, but before you could have dwelled on them any longer, the door opened. Without looking over your shoulder, Billy's cologne filled your nostrils. "Did you come back to police me?" You said without turning to look at him.

"It seems I didn't give you enough time to clear your head," he mused.

"My head is completely clear," you shot back at him, stumbling a bit as you felt slightly lightheaded. He stood in front of the closed door, hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers as he casually leaned against the wooden panels.

"I can see that," he scoffed, this time with a tiny smile in the corner of his mouth, running his eyes up and down on your body, his gaze darkening.

"I'm not drunk," you pointed at his chest as you walked up to him in haste, halting your steps right in front of him, leaving a barely visible gap between the two of you, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

"And I believe that," he replied in a mocking tone. "Though it leaves me with a question. It seemed you had some difficulty standing on your own two feet just a minute ago. What was that about that then?" His smug grin grew wider, knowing he was right. Indeed, there were some side effects to the alcohol you have consumed.

"Fine," you replied, jaw clenched in anger, teeth gritting as you held yourself back. "I'm— I might be— a little drunk," you cleared your throat as though admitting it caused you physical pain.

"Okay, now we are getting somewhere," he said as he lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips along the curve of your shoulder, slowly following the path down to your wrist. "So, why did you drink then?" He asked, with a slight amount of curiosity.

"You pissed me off," you shrugged nonchalantly, earning a chuckle from Billy as he kept repeating his movements, running his fingers along your arm, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, which he did not miss.

"That's not very professional, is it?" He asked, teasing you as his strokes moved from your shoulder to your collarbone, forcing your breath to turn shallow. He lifted his eyes, meeting your lustful gaze, only to caress his ego further. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you are not only drunk, but that smart little head of yours might just be filled with some very— very dirty thoughts," he chuckled as you swallowed nervously, his palm cupping your face, running his thumb along your lip.

He wasn't wrong though. There were thoughts that you wished never to voice, thoughts that had him standing in front of you naked, completely exposed, your hands running across his toned chest, his mouth nipping at the soft skin of your neck. You licked across your lips as the thought became even more vivid, his grumbling tone forcing you to draw your thighs together, needing some sort of a friction. He arched a brow at the movement, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "It seems I'm right once again and you are not even trying to deny it," he breathed as he planted his other hand on your waist and drew you closer. "Tell me, where is that pretty head of yours wondering to?" He let out a low chuckle, but you didn't answer, you didn't dare to say it. "Let me guess," he leaned down to your ear, tickling your neck with his beard, causing a knot to appear in the pit of your stomach, your breathing turning ragged, "are you horny?" He let out a low chuckle as he bit your neck, earning a silent squeaking sound from you, his actions 'almost' sobering you up. 'Almost', because within seconds you find yourself leaning into his touch.

"I—," you tried to reply, but your throat seemed too dry, your heart was beating so heavily, you could hear the drumming of your own pulse in your ears. "I maybe— just maybe a little horny," you breathed as he ran his lips along the curve of your neck, forcing your eyes to flutter shut. Before you realised your own actions, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him away from your neck, pressing your lips to his, stunning him for a mere moment, before he returned your advances. The kiss was hungry, teeth tugging at lips, tongues fighting for dominance, but that was what you needed. You pressed your body against his, closing any remaining gap between the two of you, earning a low growl from Billy. He grabbed your hips, holding onto you as though he was trying to ground himself, keeping himself sober in the haste of that heated kiss.

"I think we should stop," he breathed as he finally found his strength to leave your lips. A deep frown spread across your brow as you studied him.

"Why?" You asked in confusion, knowing— feeling his body's reaction to you.

"Think whatever you want of me, I can be a lot of things, but I like to think that touching someone without their consent is wrong. I believe we have already done more than we were supposed to," he cleared his throat as he tried to push you back gently, but rather firmly and you obliged.

"I'm giving you consent, Russo," you replied in disbelief.

"You are drunk, so I'm not sure you are," he shook his head. A loud huff left your lungs as you walked up to the sofa and sat down, placing one leg over the other, crossing them as you sunk deeper into the cushions.

"Okay," you scoffed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I said I was a little drunk. You see little is the key word here," you tilted your head, hoping he would understand where you were going with this. "As you can see, I'm capable of talking, walking, thinking and I'm certainly not crawling on the floor, am I?" You arched a brow, watching his expression turn contemplating. "I will make this easy for you, Russo," you continued, your tone inviting. You lifted your leg from the other and spread them just enough, so the opening of your dress fell between your legs, the high cut design revealing your bare thighs. Seemingly it was enough of an encouragement for Billy to tense up and swallow visibly. "So, what's it going to be?" You asked as a mischievous smile grew wider across your face just as you slowly started closing your legs. Before he could even stop himself, he pounced on you, kneeling between your legs, stopping you from closing the gap as he pressed his lips against yours, ready to take you up on your offer.

His mouth attached to yours hungrily, grabbing your thighs as he pushed you further into the sofa. You busied yourself with his clothes and started untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, impatiently trying to pull the material out of his trousers. You threw his tie on the floor, soon followed by his shirt, before you pushed him down beside you and crawled into his lap, earning a groan from him. "You little beast," he grinned at you as he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet him halfway in a heated kiss, his hands grabbing your ass, pulling you further down onto his lap, his kisses trailing down to your neck, leaving you panting, whispering his name in your half-clear state of mind.

"Just so you know, I still hate you," you breathed against the crook of his neck as you returned the satisfying attention he was giving you, nipping on the sensitive skin, earning you a throaty groan from him.

"Yeah, I can feel it," he chuckled as he bucked his hips, causing a gasp to erupt from your lungs. "Let's discuss that after you stop screaming my name in pleasure," he replied through gritted teeth as grabbed your hips and with a swift movement changed your position, throwing you on your back, hovering above you. He studied your dishevelled look with a smug grin across his face, before he pressed his lips to yours again, his hands exploring every part of your body that he didn't have the chance to before, forgetting about everything and anything about the ball on the other side of the safely locked door.

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ramp-it-up · 4 years ago

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Damage, Pt. 2

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Holly Woods

Word Count: 3.8 K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF Read at your own risk. Pining, angst, FWB, graphic sex, protected sex, talk of getting tested for STD’s, Krispy Kreme, and all the feels.

A/N: It’s my birthday and I missed Rafa and Holly, so I wrote my own deliverance. At this point, these two are so oblivious, it isn’t funny. This happens just after Last Christmas.

This December adventure began early that morning, as Daveed and Rafa taught your writing classes and then hosted a Holiday showcase for your kids.

They donated their time and talents as a favor for you. It was so damn cute and thoughtful that you’d thanked Rafael and then kissed him under the mistletoe. Almost as if you were in a relationship.

Almost.

You weren’t in a relationship, however. You’d only shared two nights together, as friends who fucked, and you had an understanding that it wouldn’t be any more than that. Rafael and you had an agreement to service each other for the time being, no commitment, no feels.

And who were you to him? He was a creative, a star who could jet off around the world in a moment’s notice for a glamorous affair. You were just a school teacher who worked every day in LA. Rafael would never want you for his girl. So this situationship served a utilitarian purpose, not a romantic one.

After the kiss, Rafael’s mind was whirring. He slowly backed away and checked the time, noticing that it was just after 9 pm. The night was young. He didn’t want the night with you to end.

Rafael felt the urge to be with you again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. You were so dope and the fact that you didn’t know it made you even more so. You were refreshing with your intelligence, adding to the facts that you did not give a fuck who he was, did not play to his ego, and did not want him to wife you.

That last part was refreshing, but also troubling as he evaluated his feelings for you. But there were no feelings to be involved; you’d made that clear. If he fell for you, you’d probably end it. You clearly didn’t want to be bothered with his lifestyle, and frankly, he didn’t deserve you.

But he could possibly have tonight. It would be the last chance to be with you before you went to Houston to visit your family for Christmas, and the thoughts of you he’d had since Tuesday couldn’t wait another week.

You gathered yourself together and got your emotions in check. You told yourself that you were just fond of him as a friend, but that’s where the sentiment ended. You only had to repeat that to yourself about three times before your heart started to slow down.

Rafael smiled at you, crossing his legs and leaning on your desk while watching you work, finally getting your things together so that you could leave. It had been a long day.

You were wearing your work clothes, white button down shirt, black pencil skirt and heels. Your Christmas cardigan had been discarded when you started cleaning up. That skirt was fit. ting. Damn, that ass. You were all covered up, but the clothes got him a little hard.

You watched him watching you and gave him a smile that made his blue-greens light up.

“Did you have fun with my badass kids today?”

Rafa laughed at your joke. He saw how much you loved your students.

“They’re not bad. Some kids just need different ways to learn and show that they’ve learned. But you know that already.”

He shook his head at you. He could read you like a book.

“You try to pretend that you’re mean Ms. Woods but I know better. They wouldn’t love you so much if you were mean to them. Like young Timothy. He sure does love you a lot. You’re… what is it he called you? His Cutie Pie?” Rafa looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. Timmy was his nemesis.

There was something in his voice that made you stop and look. Could Rafa be jealous of a kindergartner? Nah. But he was certainly worked up.

You smiled mischievously, walking towards him with some workbooks in your hand.

“I am ‘Mean Ms. Woods.’”

You came close to him and leaned beside him to put the workbooks on your desk. Standing in front of him, your legs on either side of his, Rafael got caught up. He kept his hands clasped in front of him and eyes on you as you got close. But he couldn’t help but lean in, try to look down your shirt and kiss you on your neck.

You stepped back before his lips made contact, teasing him. The way he huffed and clenched his jaw got you going. That smoldering look and flashing green eyes always did.

You definitely wanted to give him some, if he wanted, after what he had pulled off today for your kids. You were happy that he seemed to want you too. But you were chilling. You wondered about other women in his rotation.

You laughed a little and smiled, shaking your head at yourself.

“What?”

Rafa smiled, seeing that you were flustered about something and hoping that something was him. He knew the cat and mouse game was just beginning.

It had been just three days but he was feening for you. Especially after seeing you with your kids this morning. You were something special. Someone he couldn’t let… He stopped his train of thought as you started talking.

“Timothy is a handful. Mischievous, hella smart, quick witted. And a little charmer. He’s always trying to get a kiss. He has a ton of potential. Reminds me of someone else…”

Rafael’s quick wit turned you the fuck on. Not to mention his face. And... Whew. Your thoughts were getting out of control.

The way you were smiling at him made Rafa‘s heart leap. He tried to push the emotions down and just feel the physical. But he did care about you. A lot.

“Ok, enough about Timenstien. Let’s talk about adult things…” He just wanted to pick you up and carry you outta here the way you cocked your head at him.

“...Like the arrangement for benefits without borders. The tests, the shot… “ You just continued to stare at him. When you licked your lips, Rafa put his hands in front of him to cover up his hard on.

You laughed again. “‘Benefits Without Borders,’ you should copyright that.”

“Yeah, or call it, ‘FWB Raw’” Rafael had jokes.

You cracked up. “I can’t with you, Rafa.”

Rafael’s face fell. “I mean your jokes, I can’t with your jokes. Sheesh.”

You turned around to gather more books. Rafa fixed his face, but his eyes couldn’t leave your ass.

“Anyway, I already started the process. I went and was able to get an appointment Wednesday after school, so the shot should take effect next week.”

After the night you’d had Tuesday, you definitely wanted to experience that again. It was fortunate that your doctor had an opening on such short notice.

Rafa’s heart leapt when he heard that, but his face showed no emotion, just a cocked eyebrow when you turned back around.

“Word?”

“Word. Yeah, I’m actually leaving Sunday morning, Christmas Eve, and won’t be back until the 30th...So.”

“So…” Rafa’s eyes, they were changing colors on you. It put you off balance.

“So, if we go get the tests tonight, next week might be available for no barrier method benefits between friends That is if you still want to….” You bit your lip. Rafa cleared his throat and you saw a smile playing around his mouth.

“Let’s think about the last time when that almost happened.” And he paused so you could go there. You had to lean on one of the children’s tables to think of the shower. You were most definitely wet right now.

Rafa watched you as you had to open your mouth to breathe.Yes, he was definitely about to get some tonight. He wanted more than just sex, but right now he would take what he could get. Then your face changed to uncertainty.

“By the time I get back, you’ll probably have other plans for New Year’s weekend…”

Rafa was confused. “Nah, I’m going next door for Utkarsh and Naomi’s party… aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but you-- we-- might have dates or something.”

Ohhhhh. That’s what was up. Rafa nodded. Shit. You might have someone else in the rotation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. True that. There’s a couple of people, I mean. A few.”

Rafa was lying through his teeth, no one in his phone could hold a candle to you. Sure, they were ready, willing and able. But they were not you. And you didn’t have to know that.

“See, so…”

Rafa mourned the lost vibe. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring how it looked anymore. You watched him and longed to have your fingers in his mane, but you were chilling.

“Look. The other night we said that this was a special deal between us. I don’t wanna tie you down. We’ll just see how things go, I mean, you might hook up in Houston…” He watched you, waiting for you to deny it.

You didn’t deny it simply because you did not know how to say that the only one you wanted to take advantage of the situation was him. You just stared at him. When you didn’t say anything, he went on.

“...old flames, new boos, whatever. The tests will be good information to have in any circumstance. I say we go for it.”

"Let's get it!"

An hour later you were at the Krispy Kreme donuts on Crenshaw on the way to your place. You had already dropped your car off and were now chilling with the homie after getting tested for STDs.

You were staring in the window of the bakery, watching the donuts getting that hot glaze now and licking your lips. They were so tempting. You were thinking donuts and Rafa was thinking the same about your lips.

"I don't think these will help with my anemia." Your little laugh was so cute to Rafa.

The only bad news you’d got from the blood tests was that you needed more iron. You were both clean and ready to go.

"Let's get some. That glaze does something to me. I just want to lick some of that creamy stuff from around that hole..." Rafa was staring at you while he spoke, the “Hot Donuts Now” sign casting an eerie red light on half of his face.

"You’re so nasty...." you giggled.

Rafael screwed up his face.

"What? I'm talking ‘bout some donuts. I don't know what you're talking about." Rafa felt irrationally happy being here with you. Because you were a great friend. Yeah, that was it.

You got a dozen and left on the way to your house. You stole a donut while riding. You looked at him while licking your fingers.

You’d decided that you wanted to have him before you left, even if you had to use protection. After you ate the donut, you put your thumb in your mouth, sucked for a second, and removed it with a loud pop, still staring at Rafa.

He almost pulled over to the side of the road. But he was determined. "Hmmmm." Was all he replied as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

You put your hand on Rafael’s knee and moved it up a few inches to his dick. It was appropriately swollen. You smiled and started stroking it through his pants. You felt it get harder.

"I’ve been thinking about you a lot tonight. What you did for the kids was so… It was nice. On the other hand, I can’t wait for you to fuck my throat."

Rafa almost choked on nothing. You always surprised him and made him feel like an insecure, horny teenage boy. But he wasn't going out like that. You were just a few minutes from your place.

"You know what. I'd love to see those tits right now."

“Right now? While you are driving?”

“I’m grown. Been driving since I was 15. I got this.”

You giggled, but reached up and unbuttoned your shirt. Your breasts were bathed in the moonlight, sitting perky and upright in your sheer black bra. Holy fuck. Your nipples were calling to him.

He'd distracted you from his dick, but his mouth was watering. All he wanted was to fulfill your dirty fantasies. He reached your apartment and turned off the car. You leaned back against the window. Rafael turned towards you, appraising you impassively. He had to use his acting skills to seem calm. Damn, you had him twisted.

"Touch them for me."

You licked your lips at his command.

"But I think I still have some glaze on my..."

Rafa just stared at you.

You did as you were told and pulled your bra cups down, freeing your breasts. You started feeling and pulling on your nipples. Your eyes were half closed in ecstasy as you started moaning and fogging the windows of Rafa’s car. He was right there with you as he palmed himself through his pants and feasted his eyes on you for a few minutes.

He leaned over and took over your breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked each of them, making you wet all over again.

“Mmmmm. So sweet.” He looked up at you, his breath fanning your face from below.

You giggled. “It’s the icing from the donut.”

“Nah girl, it’s just how you taste. Like the sweetest ambrosia.”

Damn, his words. Rafael Casal and his damn words. You just stared at him, speechless.

Rafael drew in a ragged breath and reached over to pull your bra up and button your shirt just enough to be decent going into your apartment. It was so tender. But in a no feels kind of way.

“Let’s go on up.”

Rafa peered into your soul. Sure, you wanted him. But was it really just for friendship and occasional dick?

“Eager, are we?”

His voice did something to you. The soft tenor and the earnestness of his requests of you made you melt. How did he do things to you without touching you? You didn’t want to analyze it too much, so you threw the question back on him.

“You’e not?” Your challenge threw him off. He chuckled to hide his nerves.

“Yes, I’m eager Holly. I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time. I want you.”

You closed your eyes and licked your lips, trying to center yourself. “That’s cool.”

You reached for your bag and moved to get out of the car.

“Hold on,” Rafa moved quickly to get out and go around to open the door for you, his chivalry not unnoticed by you. Again, the little things made you want him even more. This was not going to be good for your heart when he decided to move on.

You led the way to your place and started up the stairs to your apartment before him.

It seemed as if that ass was going left to right in slow motion as Rafael watched it intently. He shook his head to see if he was bugging. When you glanced at him over her shoulder, he knew.

He grinned at you and looked back at it when you turned back around, catching a glimpse of a garter belt on your thighs through the slit in your skirt as you climbed the stairs.

Holy fuck! He had to have you. He rubbed his fingers right before reaching out to verify, then drew them back, because it wouldn’t do to fuck you outside on the stairs of your apartment building.

Rafa gave you some space as you opened the door, but as soon as you were inside, he pushed you up against the wall, hands everywhere. It seemed as if he’d waited forever and not just three days. You had him addicted.

You moaned as Rafael started kissing down your neck to your cleavage, dropping your bags on the floor by your feet. He saw a peek of your black bra through your shirt. He remembered the garter set and had to see the entire affect. He backed up, taking you in from head to toe.

"You wanna take those clothes off, or do you want me to rip them off?"

You smiled. "I guess I'll choose the first option."

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and peeled the skirt from your hips. It was so seductive that by the time you were done, Rafa had undressed as well, his thick dick in his hands, getting it ready for you.

You stood before him, in a sheer black lace bra and garter set, with no panties. The fact that you had been like that all day under your clothes made him get even harder. And you were looking at what he was holding and licking your lips.

"You hungry?"

"Yes. Please."

"C'mere."

Rafael laid you down on the couch. He turned your head and filled your mouth as he stood at one end of the sofa. He used his free hand to twist and flick your rock hard nipples through your bra. Damn, he loved it when you moaned with his dick in your mouth.

“You like that Holly? This what you wanted?”

You were ravenous, stroking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth naturally. And you were busy, so you just nodded. Rafa continued to torture your nipples with one hand, but moved his other hand down to your clit, swirling insistent and concentrated circles around it.

You were so worked up that it did not take too long for him to manipulate an orgasm from you. “Damn, girl.”

He was in heaven as you came with your mouth around his dick. Good thing, it muffled the sound. He was concentrating on not shooting off down your throat as he watched you, writhing in your garter set and licking his fingers, and then moving down to eat some of your delicious cream.

Rafa held your hips down mercilessly as you fought your next orgasm. He tongued you through it, taking all that you had to give him and successfully keeping you from running from it.

When he rose from between your legs, and wiped his face with the back of his hand, you looked as if you were going to sleep, your eyes vacant and rolling back in your head. You were in shock from all the pleasure.

"Get that ass up."

You languidly obeyed and stood before him, eyes glowing and sexy ass lips smiling. Something in Rafael’s heart lurched and he couldn’t explain to anyone why. He was mad for some reason.

Conflicted with different emotions, he just grabbed your waist and roughly turned you around, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back as he bent you over the arm of the couch.

You looked amazing in what you were wearing. He rubbed your ass before he smacked it, hard. Rafa was rewarded with a moan and an arched back.

“Are you ready for this dick?” He smiled as he put the tip alllllmost in.

“Wait…”

Then he remembered. “Shit.”

He went into your bedroom, seeing your suitcase set up and mostly packed for the trip. He brushed away the feeling that he had at what that meant and quickly went to your bedside table for a condom. He didn’t want to lose the vibe.

He came back into the living room to the sight of you still bent over, head resting on the couch cushion. He stroked himself to full staff again, put the condom on, and lined up with your cunt.

“Still ready?”

He didn’t have to ask as he heard your moan and felt you try to push back to take him. He stilled your movement with this hand on your hip, wanting to prolong the anticipation. His heart skipped a beat as you asked him for it.

“Please, Rafa, please give it to me…”

“Damn.”

He sank into you, none too easily.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. And so wet. I love to see you cream for me, Holly. Can’t wait to feel it again.” He couldn’t wait until you returned, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about condoms. That is if you hadn’t…

He brushed the thought of you with another man out of his mind and slapped your ass, angry again. You whimpering beneath him had him almost out of control. You, it seemed, were on the same page.

“Oh, Rafa. I’m so close already. I’m going to….” Rafa just kept hitting that spot, making your knees buckle. You were grateful for the support of the couch arm.

“Fuck, Rafa… I’m gonna c-c-cummmmmm.” You started pounding around him, and he grabbed the back of your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck.” Rafa had no other words at the moment.

You were screaming into the couch cushion as he emptied his cum into the condom, his hips stuttering and erratic in their rhythm.

He leaned over you and onto your back after he was spent, for just a few moments. Then, he straightened up and made his way to your bathroom to get rid of the condom.

Rafael washed up a little and looked at himself in the mirror. It was hopeless. He brought out a washcloth for you and found you curled up on the couch.

“Let me..” Rafa approached you to clean you up, and you let him, trying not to register the intimacy and tenderness of the act. He was just being a good friend.

When he was done, you thanked him and went to the bathroom, shaking your head at yourself in the mirror. You felt helpless and a slave to the feelings that weren’t supposed to be there.

You made your way back into your bedroom, took off the garter and hose, and pulled on some sweats and a tee.

In the living room, Rafa was dressed as well. And standing by the door. Your heart sank a little. But you smiled and went toward him.

“Thank you, that was just what I needed after a long week. You headed out?”

Why didn’t you just invite him to stay over?

“Yeah, I better go. You probably have a ton to do before you leave.”

Rafael didn’t know how to say that he wanted to stay, but if he did, he would wind up saying too much. “Can I have a hug?” He needed you in his arms, just one more time.

You smiled at him. “Is it even a question, after what we just did?”

You were sad that he didn’t want really to hug, he just wanted to fuck. He was just being nice, but that didn’t keep you from burying your head in his chest and squeezing tight as you went into his embrace.

Rafael inhaled the scent of your hair and closed his eyes as he cradled you, holding you close to his heart. “You have a safe trip, and a good time with your people. Merry Christmas again, Holly.”

Your eyes welled up as you kept your head in his chest. “I will, Rafa. Thank you so much again for today. It was everything. Merry Christmas, Rafa. Have a good one.”

You lowkey wiped your eyes on his shirt before you looked up at him and smiled. You gazed at each other for a minute before he let you go.

“See you in a few days. You know, maybe.” He fumbled for the doorknob behind him.

You laughed and smiled, catching his heart. “Yeah, see you next week. Possibly.”

“Bye Holly.” He’d finally found the doorknob and was backing out of it.

“See ya, Rafael.” You were shaking your head at him as you closed the door.

You leaned against it for a long time as Rafa made his way to the car, and banged his head on the steering wheel.

You both were idiots in love. And you didn’t even realize it.

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OC Interview with Carmel! 🤩

Created by Mabel

Tell us about yourself:

Ohh I've never been good at these but! Hiiii my name is Carmel, I'm 25 years old! I love to bake and make little statues, and pink is my absolute favorite color! I'm extremely sensitive to touch because of things that happened to me in the past, so don't dare try to touch me, but I'm happy to talk to other people if they don't seem too full of themselves. I've got a lovely boyfriend who does just what I love to do with me, and our son, Charlie joins in every now and then! I don't think you want to know much more than that, and even if you do I won't tell~

Where would you take a date?

Oh, I've never thought about that! Hmm... I would probably say the carnival! I would loooovee to take someone to the carnival.

What is your idea of paradise?

Well, I'll just go with my SECOND idea of paradise for this one~ A world where those who deserve punishments get exactly what they deserve is certainly paradise. Like someone who committed a horridly illegal crime, they DEFINITELY deserve to be punished, but not with some crappy 20-year sentence. That's paradise to me, plain and simple.

What do you love about yourself?

Hmm... there's a lot that I love about, but I guess the thing I love the most is the confidence that I've gained. Specifically the confidence I have for being able to say "no". I used to never be able to say no to ANYONE before, for more reasons than one. I just let everyone step all over me, and now... well, I guess I'm a lot better than I used to be. I won't take anyone's bullcrap. That's what I love the most about myself.

What are your bad habits?

Immediately becoming violent when someone wrongs me~ Really, it's something I should learn to control, but it feels so good to put them down. If they've done bad things to me, who knows what they'll do to someone else?

Do you have a favorite phrase that you say a lot?

I don't really say anything a lot, but I guess "cute" is a word that I say often enough. I call my boyfriend and son cute a bunch because well... to me they're just that!

If you had $1 million, what would you do with the cash?

Oh goodness... realistically speaking, I would probably donate it to charity or give it to someone else in need. Especially children in need. I can't think of anything else I would want to do with it.

Do you have any enemies?

Yes. I do. A lot of people just think I'm too violent, or some think I'm annoying. But my biggest enemies are... well, it's personal, but let's just say they're the reason I am who I am now~

If you could appear in any popular movie or book, which one would you choose and why?

Funny, I wouldn't want to be in any of them. But, although I don't really like the series myself, the Hunger Games seems like a lovely opportunity to show off a little bit~

What’s your relationship with your creator?

Well... they definitely made sure to give me a hard time and for that, I really dislike them a bit. Not only did my creator make ME exist, but she made the worst people ever exist too and so I dislike her a bit in that sense. But otherwise, I'm happy and... mostly stable now, so I suppose she's alright.

Do you have any advice for other character creators?

That's a good question... I suppose one thing I would have to say advice-wise is to make sure we have good homes. If you love us 'characters', don't neglect us. It hurts, okay? It's okay not to like us anymore. But don't just treat us like we're nothing.

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brooklynislandgirl · 7 years ago

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The best otp Z and Beth. I'm not biased.

This Meme|Accepting

who wakes the other one up with kisses

He could just shove the curtain open. Let the sun stream over her, refracting off the clear crystal vase on her nightstand until it pries open her eyes with fractions of rainbows, but that means something else would fill them with light. He could just pull the covers down off the gentle slopes of her skin ~a hint or two darker than his, though she says the opposite, says they are gold and bronze~ but that would mean something else would caress her in warmth while she stretched catlike to greet it.

Instead, he starts the coffee with a single spared thought. Reaches around to cup her chin and chases away the shadows that have no right to be there on her lips. Beth, as she always does, smiles into the curve of his mouth. As always, presses herself as close to him as she can without sharing his own body.

They don’t need to sleep, but he knows she’s never rested so well as she has since he invited her into his bed.He could almost tell her the same thing.

He won’t.She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t need to.

who cooks for whom

She looks like a half-drownt rat.She’s cold and she’s wet and she clearly doesn’t have the sense of a rock. So he makes her sit in a chair and begrudgingly, he makes her soup and sandwiches. Doesn’t want the responsibility of having to dispose of her body.That was the first time he cooked for her.The second time had her up against the wall, tension all but violating them both.

He lost count of all the in-betweens and all the afters.It’s become a habit now. He tells himself its because she would otherwise starve. She doesn’t eat much to begin with and sometimes she never finishes. It borders on affront. She doesn’t think and he dampens that biting anger.It’s been eons since he’s had to scrape and scramble for anything, but that particular remembrance has never left him, any more than his scars can.

He chalks it up to disgust when she threatens to make oatmeal for breakfast that he goes out of his way to make something {anything} else.

Feeding her has nothing to do with the way she hovers near him, picking at things until he’s forced to slap her hand away and growl. Then the game changes. Beth is easy to distract.She doesn’t understand what food means to someone who never really had it. It’s genetics that he’s built the way he is, not because he’s ever been nourished and nurtured.And he’s not about to let her go without, despite the lack of self-preservation she has going on.

who is the morning person/night person

He noticed the change soon after she’d died in his arms.She started to creep closer toward the windows long after the sun had set. Once or twice she’d gone out and stayed until the darkness had completely embraced her and her heart hammered in her chest, rabbit-like, before she came back inside as fast as she could do without drawing attention to herself. Pressed into him until he reached up and stroked her throat.Night is still his, but she’s learning to accept it. Her willingness to try and not fear it.

And he still thinks morning belongs to her. If he were a jealous man, he might almost be inclined to murder the sun and the way it chases through her hair and glitters off each poised muscle when she’s swimming or surfing. He won’t. Because he’s not a jealous man, and has no reason to feel threatened by anything less than the small woman who steals his clothes and drinks her coffee on his porch.And he certainly doesn’t smile when her back is to him and that light warms the coldest places in his depths.who is the romantic one

Tickets from the first movie they saw together in a theatre are tucked haphazardly inside of a book. Fighting with a large army under your command is nowisedifferent from fighting with a small one: it is merely a question ofinstituting signs and signals.

Dried roses from the first bouquet he offered her frame her side of the mirror.

He keeps a stand he carved from cyprus wood by the door for her shoes.When she works overnight shifts, he curls up with a good book in the tranquility carved out of the space where she isn��t, and her pillow takes up the room where she should be.He remembers their anniversary and keeps tokens around his houses. If she ever doubted he was a romantic, Zarek has proven Beth wrong at every turn, and she can’t help but wonder if he didn’t actually mean forever. Even if he didn’t, she sees it in all the little things he does.

who is the top when it comes to sex

She doesn’t know when the exact moment was that she realised she’d break every one of her precious commandments for him. Perhaps the most egregious example of the depths of her blasphemy is when he’s wringing every last desperate cry of ‘oh God’ that she can bother to vocalize before he breaks her down into whimpers and keening little moans.His hands, his mouth, every part of him invades her senses and her body with equal aplomb and the way she writhes even she can’t tell if she’s moving away or trying to get closer still.

And here he’s at his worst, his most unrestrained. There’s no forgiveness as he crashes into her like waves on the shore.There’s no mercy and no salvation when his teeth graze her and her nails dig so deep that his blood practically drips down her arms the way sweat sheens between them.

This isn’t punishment, though it could be if she wanted it to.It’s not quite attrition, though that’s exactly what it looks like.No, he’s claiming what is his after lifetimes and he only takes what she’s willing to give. It’s always been by consent.And when they’re both exhausted and sated he rests on his back, his arm curled protectively around hers. Her palm wide-spread against the scar that mars the skin at the center and just a little left of his chest. The only sound is their panting breath.

She can’t do anything about the one who put it there, but she won’t let anyone else come that close to him ever again.who would lead in ballroom dancing

It was the key, he learned that afternoon on the rooftop and in the rain.

The way she smiled and listened to him not with her brain but with her body, her heart. Instinct moved them as one as she picked up the steps. He guided her, told her the story of how he’d learned, though some of the blood-drenched details he kept to himself. She was still soft, he told himself, still innocent of his darker nature.

Frenetic movement became smooth and still like glass, obeying his commands without question, without hesitation.

It became easier after that. The grace and beauty of dancing translated directly into teaching her how to better protect herself. A time or two he actually had a challenge defending himself from the feints and the strikes.Even he had to admit, if to himself, she was radiant. If he ever were inclined to see her on a battle field, she would have been beautiful to behold.He’s not inclined.He’s sooner throw himself on his own sword than let her come close to getting hurt.who is the more cuddly one

“You do realise we have furniture, right, Beth?””Yes.”

”Just checking.”

”You have excellent taste.”

”Not talking about that furniture we have, are you?”

”Not even a little bit.”

”Five more minutes and then I have things I need to do.”She opens her mouth and-

”No. You are not on that list, piccola.”He grins when she sighs and tries to bite his shoulder.Tries.who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch

It fascinates Beth, the range of his tastes. And she’s more than content to let him pick them out because she’d learned long ago that movies tended to be avenues of connection. She supposed acting was fundamental across cultures, from the first stories told in the firelight inside damp caves to avant-garde kids these days with phones and dreams and the will to make art.She also wondered if he’d learn some of his traits that way, expressions that occasionally didn’t sit completely right on his features. If he sometimes shut his mind off and let the story wash over him. She had learned to be a little stealthier watching him watching a movie but she was sure he felt the pull of her curiosity.

And almost like second-sight, he learned how to fix that.He started putting the closed captions on for her.who is the one who would pay for dates

It’s infuriating, no matter how hard he tries there’s something broken about Beth. He’s almost starting to wonder if she’s being insulting on purpose. The way she says ‘his’ when he insists it’s ‘ours’. The way she tends to forget his credit cards when she goes out shopping. His donations done through a series of shell-companies, wire transfers, and third parties that can’t be directly connected to him. It’s like she had a need to make him jump through hoops and he’s not a circus performer, not even for her.It makes no sense. Of course he’d run a background check the first time he had put space between them. He wasn’t stupid and it all seemed like too much of a coincidence to be real. Her family were once in the hierarchy of the elite and even after Black Tuesday in ‘29, they were heads and tails above the population in terms of financial stability. There were allowances for her paternal grandparents {still alive in Florida as far as he could tell, though she didn’t talk about them}. And for her father {she talked about him even less}. But the bulk of the monthly stipend had been shared between herself and her sainted brother.

She poured those resources into charity work. Commendable. Foolish, perhaps, but exactly the kind of thing he’d come to expect of her. Beyond that, she made decent living off her nursing skills, until she took her extended stay and came crashing into his life.

“Beth. It’s dinner. At a restaurant ...not the National Debt.”“I know...but...”“But...what?” Barely a growl, his patience slipping.“I don’t want...”He could feel his fingers tightening out of frustration.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you. I don’t ever want you to feel used.”

He counts to ten. Pushes down the flare of his temper. She’s being silly. She was often just that. At the same time his anger isn’t entirely directed at her. A good part of it was directed at whomever treated her like so much dirt that his Beth felt like she didn’t deserve the best he had to offer her.

“If I felt that way, we would not be here.”He can tell just by the way she looks down that she doesn’t believe him. And he doesn’t know how to make her change her mind.

who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes

She can’t. Try as hard as she wants, she can’t ignore the way he’s looking at her, that dark hooded gaze that makes her feel like prey. And the worst part about it is he knows it. He knows that look alone is enough to excite her beyond any reasonable hope.

She’s splitting her attention between the instructions and the way he’s leaning in the doorway. Watching her hands, judging just a little that she’s adjusting the grip she has on the knife.

The way she slides it between skin and flesh. She sets it down. Even if she can heal herself she doesn’t want to lose a finger. Beside she needed to...

He’s suddenly beside her, reaching around slowly to grab kitchen wipes off the counter.

“Kealoha...if you want to eat dinner like...ever...”He takes one hand and begins cleaning it for her, tracing slow circles against her palm.

“Seriously, Z...”“We can order out.”Truth be told, he didn’t mind so much that she couldn’t cook.

#Dedicated to everyone who keeps asking Z that one question {Here's your answer}#multi-mused #{And maybe I'm a little biased too ;) }#{also cut for well the ridiculous length}

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