#she's suppose to be a bit more muscular but i suck at drawing muscles

[zuzu-draws]

Fem! OG Sukuna :))

[valwentinefics]

can you do maybe a jasper x reader where the reader is going to a party but jasper doesn’t like the outfit she’s wearing because it’s too reviling idkk KDJKSFIR please i just need something about jasper x reader i’m sorryyy

A/n: Sorry for the delay, family issues and stuff. But here it is. I had a hard time writing it for some reason, and as usual there’s probably many grammar mistakes that i’ll fix...eventually....

TW: None? It gets a lil spicy but no smut

Y/n stood in Alice’s room, looking at herself in the mirror. “Are you sure this is okay?” She asked, examining herself. The dress she wore wasn’t the most conservative, and left little to the imagination, although Y/n had to admit it was stunning.

“Of course, you look hot! Don’t worry so much.” Alice smiled in a way that seemed to ease Y/n’s doubts. Alice was good with fashion, Y/n knew she wouldn’t put her in something that she didn’t look good in.

Y/n was surprised when Alice approached her with the idea of having a party. After all, a group of vampires and a large group of humans in an enclosed space didn’t sound like too good of an idea. What if someone hurt themself? Y/n couldn’t bear to think of how hard it would be on her boyfriend, Jasper, who could feel all of the other Cullen’s thirsts. But Alice assured her it would be okay, and Y/n trusted Alice, although the pit in her stomach seemed impossible to ignore.

“Lighten up Y/n, tonight's supposed to be fun. Carlisle and Esme are out of town, how often do we get this chance?” 

“I know but-” Y/n began, but was quickly cut off by Alice. 

“No buts. Now come on, the world deserves to see my masterpiece.” Alice grabbed Y/n’s hand and pulled her out of the room and into the thick swarm of people. Alice sang to the music as she let go of Y/n’s hand, her voice getting lost in the crowd as she abandoned Y/n.

“Thanks a lot Alice” Y/n mumbled to herself sarcastically, trying to pull down her dress a bit, but to no avail. She hesitated a bit, before deciding to join in with the dancing teens around her, her hips swaying softly to the beat as music played over the speakers.

Y/n wasn’t aware of the piercing golden eyes watching her dance from across the room. Jasper Hale’s hand tightened around the red solo cup he held, unable to remove his eyes from his girlfriend's swaying body. He was used to the emotions of the others clouding his head, making his own hard to feel, but as he watched Y/n dance his lust seemed to drown out everyone else’s feelings in his mind.

“You’re a lucky guy Jasper.” A warm hand touched his shoulder. He turned his head to meet the eyes of the ever annoying Mike Newton.

“How so?” Jasper asked. Was he complimenting the house? 

“Your girl, Y/n, almost every guy has their eyes on her. Congrats!” Mike smiled. Jasper knew he was just trying to be cool and friendly, in his own odd way, but the words made Jasper clench his jaw, jealousy filling him. 

“Yes I am.” Jasper looked away from Mike and back to where Y/n was dancing, he could spot Tyler Crowley approaching her. “Excuse me for a moment.

“Don’t go chasing' waterfalls...” Y/n sang along to the lyrics of the song. She was having more fun than she had expected once she had gained her confidence. She felt hot in the revealing dress, and wished Jasper was around to see her. As if on cue a familiar freezing hand gripped her wrist tightly, dragging her out of the house and into the woods behind it.

“What are you wearing?” Jasper spun her around to face him one he stopped, his eyes clouded with lust and his southern accent came out thicker as he questioned her.

“A dress?” Y/n replied. “Jas what’s wrong?”

“Every single fucking guy in there was staring at you, I couldn’t handle it!”

“Jasper, there's no way that many people were looking at me.” She rolled her eyes, not understanding why he was so upset. 

“When you look this good I’d be surprised if they didn’t…” Without warning he shoved her against a tree, his leg between her thighs and his cold chest pressed against her own, she could feel his muscles moving though the thin fabric of both of their clothes. “I know I can’t ask you to change but I can show them who you belong to.”

“J-Jasper” Y/n stuttered out, she didn’t have to say anything more, Jasper could feel her emotions, knowing she wanted him more than anything in that moment.

His cold lips pressed themself against y/n’s neck, causing a shaky sigh to escape her as she leaned her head back to allow him more space. Jasper’s sharp teeth nipped at her skin, not enough to draw blood, as he sucked and licked the space on her neck, pulling away after a few moments to admire his handiwork. “Beautiful.” he muttered as he looked at the hickey he left on Y/n.

Y/n grabbed his face and he allowed her to pull him back in for a kiss, her hands tangling themselves in his hair as his wandered to her waist, holding her soft and warm body to his own toned and hard muscular one. It took all their self control to not take the makeout session further, knowing their absence from the party was noticed.

Jasper pulled away from the kiss after a while, although his body screamed for her’s against his. “Alice is probably looking for you.” 

Y/n sighed. “Do I have to go?” She asked, longing for his touch again.

He nodded in response. “But wear this darlin’, I don’t any of those guys getting ideas.” He said, draping his jacket over her shoulders with a kiss on the forehead.

Y/n giggled and began walking back to the house, the hickey proudly displayed on her neck.

[seijorhi]

ok so i’m the stripper au anon and honestly i was thinking the reader was the stripper but my mind is wandering 😳

Ok ok, I’ve had like three other anons ask for the yandere stripper version so let’s go with that one lol

My first thought was Bokuto, but I’ve written about him a bunch, so I went with Mr Ushijima Wakatoshi 👀

TW dub con? I guess? Nsfw(ish)

Let’s say that the first time is for a friend. She’s always been a little on the wilder side, so when she takes you, her very best friend and maid of honour aside and tells you that she wants something fun for her bachelorette party, you don’t miss a beat. You know she loves the man she’s going to marry more than life itself, but you also know that she might just have a bit of a weakness for tall, muscular, stupidly hot men.

You can’t exactly blame her for that, not when it makes picking the stripper you’re hiring for her last night as a single woman that much easier. The pictures on the website don’t do the man justice, when he shows up, dressed in a cheesy fireman’s outfit complete with a red helmet and asks in the bluntest voice you’ve ever heard whether he can come inside and take a look because ‘there had been a call that things were about to heat up’ you don’t know whether to burst into laughter or flush. He looks like a Greek god, all muscular and tall, with a stupidly chiselled jawline - but he’s not here for you.

It’s easy, as he all but straddles your friend, gyrating his hips against her as she runs her fingers down those ridiculously defined abs just to sit back and have a good time. She clearly is - cheering and laughing, drooling a little as Ushijima winks and does a full body roll, flexing every muscle before ripping off his pants completely. How does one even get that kind of a body? People shouldn’t be allowed to just walk around every day being that attractive.

When his routine is over your friend is a blushing, beaming mess. Totally over the moon, and just before your stripper slips away, you make sure to take him aside and give him a generous tip. “You were amazing, thank you so much!”

He nods his head once politely, “It’s my job.”

Of course it is, he must do this kind of thing every day, but still, you’re grateful that he could make your friend’s bachelorette party that much better.

A month or so later, when another friend has her birthday and you’re once again delegated to chief party planner - the question is not whether or not you will hire a stripper, but whether you can get that sexy as hell fireman stripper again.

Turns out you can, and olive eyes flash with recognition as you open the door for him once more. He’s dressed as a policeman this time, because there was talk of ‘bad girls doing naughty things,’ and it’s ‘his job to investigate.’ You figure it’s kind of like porn, you’re not there for the terrible acting, you’re there to see a ridiculously hot man strip and dance for you.

Which he does, to your other friends’ delight. And yours too, you suppose. Though it is strange, last time it felt like your friend was the only one in the room with him - outside of a little dancing and teasing for the rest of you, his attention was focused solely on her. This time, your other friend is the one handcuffed to her seat - ‘bad girls don’t get to touch,’ he’d growled - but you swear that those olive green eyes keep finding yours across the room.

Nobody else seems to notice, and your friend loves every minute of the attention he does give her. When all is said and done, just like last time you find a quiet moment to slip aside and thank him with another tip. This time he bows, “You’re welcome. I’m glad you asked for me again.”

There’s an odd feeling fluttering in your stomach as he says it. The words are blunt as they usually are, but there’s something in the way that he looks at you that makes you think there’s something more he’s trying to say.

You wonder how many strippers rely on repeat clients.

“Perhaps next time...” he trails off, looking deep in thought. Behind you one of the girls drunkenly calls your name, and with an apologetic smile, you press the envelope of money into his hands and quickly thank him again before ushering him out.

Strippers are harmless fun, but after two long nights with Ushijima’s services, the thought of stupidly hot men stripping for you has kind of lost its appeal. Of course it had absolutely nothing to do with the odd, uncomfortable feeling you were left with last time. Nothing at all.

When your own birthday swings around, you make your friends swear that you’re just going to do something low key. No big parties, no drinking till the sun comes up, and absolutely no strippers.

There’s a part of you that’s almost worried that if your friends keep asking for you to hire Ushijima again he’ll think you’re some kind of stalker and put out a restraining order against you.

They swore pinkie promises, but you don’t know why you’re surprised when not even half an hour after they all arrive, your doorbell rings, and there is Ushijima.

You honestly want the world to swallow you up.

He’s dressed in jeans and plaid, a god awful cowboy’s hat on sitting his head, and when he catches sight of you you could swear that despite his stoic visage, he almost looks pleased.

You told them you didn’t want this, you definitely didn’t want Ushijima, but the cheers go up before you can even open your mouth to protest, he takes you by the hand (his own is strong, swallowing yours up completely) and leads you back inside your apartment, tossing you down onto a seat your friends all too willingly pull out.

This time it’s different. You swear that he wasn’t as close with the other girls, he wasn’t touching them as much. His hands are running up and down your sides, his face buried in the crook of your neck and panting his hips roll against your lap. You can feel the insistent press of his hardening cock as he grinds himself against you.

He grunts, low enough so that only you can hear and suddenly pulls you from your seat. His fingers trail down your waist as he drops into a crouch before you, only to hoist you upwards without warning, forcing you to wrap your legs around him just to steady yourself. His face is nuzzled into your chest, an arm at your back, the other curled around your ass, keeping you pressed up against him.

He’s everywhere, touching you everywhere, and your friends just holler and laugh and drink like it’s not an issue. And maybe it isn’t, but you swear that he wasn’t like this with them, growling when you dare to try and move your hands away from his body. His lips at your neck, and he’s kissing you, sucking a mark into the delicate skin as a hand slides between your spread thighs...

He pulls away before you can draw attention, staring at you with smouldering eyes as he ends his routine.

You feel sick, violated almost - but this is a party, and your friends have paid for Ushijima to tease you, to touch you. You can’t cause a scene, you don’t want to. He’s just doing his job, you remind yourself - it must just feel a little different, being the one in the hot seat rather than watching from the sidelines.

Still, you can’t help the pit in your stomach as your friend takes Ushijima aside and thanks him with a tip in hand. He’s talking with her, but those eyes, dark, hungry and wanting, keep flickering back to you.

You make a silent vow that this’ll be the last time. You’ve all had your fun, but no more strippers, it’s just... too intense.

Too bad that Ushijima has other ideas for you.

[theangriestpea]

Call me Daddy | Sweet Pea

Summary: Lavender wants to know why Sweet Pea likes to be called "daddy" in bed. Takes place in the In the Shadows universe after the series ends. No spoilers for the series. <ao3> <series masterlist> <bingo masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Vaginal sex, Begging. This is really mild compared to what I’ve been writing. 

A/N: Another one down for @riverdalebingo​! One more and I’ll have my first Bingo! Next I’ll be working on In the Shadows part 6. This is for the “Daddy kink” square. I’m not totally pleased with this one but that’s okay. They can’t all be winners, right?

A stiletto nail adorned with black nail polish trailed down his muscular arm as she hummed. Sweet Pea’s lips were on her neck, attacking it with alternating nips and kisses. “Sweet Pea, will you answer a question for me?” She asked sweetly as she infused her touch with a hint of magic and lust to stir him on. “I’ll be on my best behavior if you do.”

Sweet sat up to look down at her. He was currently laying on top of her, their pelvises conjoined with minimal clothing between. He was only in his boxers while she was already naked. They were in bed, having woken up not too long before. Their days usually started like this.

Of course, he didn’t necessarily want her on her best behavior as that would mean he’d have no reason to punish her. Punishment was always the epitome of fun within their little routine. They were cat and mouse...well cat and a very bratty mouse.

He considered her request for a moment longer before answering. “Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?”

She threaded her fingers through his dark locks, enjoying the soft texture against her fingers. “Why do you like to be called daddy?” Despite being a succubus, Lavender didn’t know why certain people had certain kinks. She only knew that they had them. She was always curious as to why specific things or scenarios turned people on. This question in particular had been on her mind lately.

The witch cocked his head to the side in a moment of thought. “I suppose when you call me daddy, you’re exuding your submissiveness to me. I know I’m the one in control, the one on top. It also assures me that you’ll let me take care of you when the time comes, because you’re my baby.”

His cheeks were dusted in a shade of pink. He had never really been asked this before and didn’t realize the answer would embarrass him. His forever need to be in control of the situation felt like a sort of weakness at times. He couldn’t submit. He just couldn’t. Luckily Lavender was totally okay with this.

“Hmm,” She hummed again, still playing with his hair absentmindedly. “I like being your baby girl.” A smile crossed her lips before she leaned up to kiss him lovingly. This was a rarity. Sweet Pea and Lavender very rarely had soft moments like this. It was usually all banter and aggressive sex. Still, it was nice to be vulnerable to one another at times.

Sweet Pea kissed her back with a bit more force, his tongue pressing against her teeth until she opened them for him. They intertwined as a hand roamed down to grope her breast. She did promise to be a good girl.

Lav could feel his neediness in his touch. Him grabbing onto one of her most sensitive areas assured her of that. She tugged at the hair still in her grasp as she rolled her hips up against his growing erection. Both were using magic to enhance their touches.  

He pulled away from her lips to attack her neck with new fervor. “Fuck me, daddy.” Lav mewled as he bit and sucked hard enough to leave a temporary mark. He loved marking her. Telling the world that this succubus was his felt like a huge power play.

Naturally, Sweet Pea was going to oblige to her request but first he wanted to make her really beg for it. After he had edged her until her eyes began to turn black around the edges. He also loved pissing her off.

One hand stayed giving attention to her pert pierced nipple with the other moved to between her legs. He dragged his index finger down her slit, finding moisture already collecting there. He brushed against the hardware of her VCH piercing, knowing that it would annoy her. When she elicited an unsatisfied huff, he smirked.

He gently prodded the sensitive bud, circling the pad of his finger over it with agonizing slowness. The feeling of his dark magic gave her a tingling sensation that was already driving her mad. Lav let out a whimper and tried to move her hips to feel more. He removed his finger almost completely when she did that. “Oh no, baby girl, no moving for daddy just yet.” He said in a low, smooth voice.

Lav listened (for once) and stilled herself. She let out a whine of frustration at him and she was quickly regretting telling him she’d behave. Once he was certain that she would not move again, he resumed his touches. This time he increased his speed and pressure a fraction, giving her a little more pleasure than before.

His mouth replaced his hand on her breast, tongue roving over her nipple swiftly. The demon gasped and moaned, hand on the back of his head as she needed to hold onto something and it might as well be his thick hair. He began to lap at it, sucking as he did so. This made her eyes roll back and a second, louder moan erupted from her.

Succubae had other spots on their bodies that were just as sensitive as their clitoris. Lavender’s happened to be on her nipples. Sweet Pea had found this out very early on in their relationship and loved to use it to his advantage. Not just anyone could make a sex demon come and he now considered himself a master at it.

One finger entered into her core slowly, moving with the natural curvature of her muscles as he pumped it at a sloth’s pace. The demon was whining more, wanting more, and he was not about to just give it to you.

“Daddy,” She nearly hissed, “you’re just playing with me.” She wanted to move her hips but didn’t as she knew he’d draw this out even longer if she did. His torture could be worse than any demon in hell and she knew it all too well. The outer edges of her sclera were starting to darken.

Sweet Pea only chuckled against her skin, giving her barbel one last lick before lifting his head, “you know what you have to do, baby. Do it and I’ll do you.”

Lav sighed with frustration, stopping abruptly when his thumb brushed her clit and sending magic through it again. She cried out softly, “please, daddy, fuck my pussy with your hard cock. I’ll be your little slut, just please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore!”

“I've only got one finger in, baby girl, and you’re already this wet?” Sweet Pea asked tauntingly. “Begging me when I haven’t even done anything? You want to be my little slut that bad?”

She bit her lip as she nodded, pupils blown wide with desire. “Yes, daddy. I need your dick inside me, please.”

Sweet Pea removed his finger and she whimpered. “I guess since you asked so nicely and you’ve been such a good girl. I can reward you this once.”

He sat up and peeled off his boxers, revealing his erection. Lav reached out and gently caressed it, always loving the sight of him at full arousal. It made her feel so powerful when she turned him on without any use of her powers.

She spread her legs as much as she could to accompany his wide frame. He positioned himself between them and teased her entrance with his tip. His free hand came up to rub her clit once more and Lav groaned. She just wanted the teasing to be over with already.

Seeing the almost pained expression on her face caused him to suddenly thrust into her. Lav’s whole body seemed to arch into him, hips rocking as she couldn’t wait for him to start moving. He leaned down to capture the protruding part of her clavicle with his teeth, leaving yet another mark on her pale skin.

His hips began to move, slow and steady at first and gradually turning into a hard pound. Lavender’s nails were leaving claw marks down his back as she moaned out his name repeatedly. Nothing beat the feeling of him inside of her. She was completely addicted to him in every way and sex was the greatest high she’d ever felt.

She always counted herself lucky to have found him and for him to be just as insatiable as she was. They could go for hours, days, weeks, without stop. Unfortunately basic necessary functions made going longer than a few hours simply irresponsible at best. After all, they did have a baby to take care of. Demon children were very needy...although Sweet Pea suspected his daughter was only needy because she inherited that trait from her mother. He was, unfortunately, correct for the most part.

Sweet Pea increased his pace again, grabbing one of her legs and swinging it so that it was bent over his shoulder so he could go in at a deeper angle. Lav’s back arched again at this new change of position, his static magic effectively pushing her to the edge.

He was grunting out breaths between his own moans and curses. “Fuck, baby, you’re so god damn tight. I love fucking your pussy almost as much as I love fucking your ass.” The sounds of slaps of their skin were bounding off the walls, adding to the noises they were making with their mouths. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

His words started to become incoherent as he neared his peak. He reached down and rubbed tiny circles into her clit to send her flying high into oblivion. Her vision blacked with bright stars as she screamed out for him one last time and her body pulsated around him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he was coming too.

He collapsed onto her, nuzzling the base of her neck. “That was good.” He said while he exhaled before nipping at the unmarked pulse point. “We should do it again sometimes.”

Lav chuckled lightly, “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to recover and then I’ll gladly go again.” She ran her hands through his hair again. It was soothing for the both of them and a small showing of her love for him.

Sweet Pea groaned lightly as she scraped his scalp with her nails, “I’ll be ready in ten.”

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[klayr-de-gall]

Okay. 34 & 78, Harringrove. Ooof!

Thank you so much for this wonderful prompt! And also for all your support! It means sooo much to me! I hope you like what I did come up with!

Prompts from this List.

34: “I don’t deserve to be loved.”

78: “Hold me and never let me go.”

One Night At Tina’s

Honestly, Billy had just given into Tommy’s begging to go to this party - apparently the hip spot to be, an absolute shindig! - because there had been the promise of free alcohol and desperate and horny High School teens. All he had to do was throw on an absolute low effort costume and get in his Camaro, drive over to Tina’s, bet his eyelashes to be let in and be greeted with a red plastic cup with questionable content.

Maybe he could get his dick wet tonight, could get some desperate small-town- chick on her knees for him. If he could manage to find one of the more boyish ones it would be easier to pretend. To imagine that he was still back in Cali. Where things had been easy and he could find himself a cute boy to kiss any other day. But out here, one step away from the wilderness, Billy had already given up on finding someone interesting - someone interested - before he had even arrived.

And the crowd - if he could even call this pathetic gathering anything besides a lame-ass party - wasn’t nearly big enough to get lost in anyway, to be some anonymous face between faces. Billy is the new guy, an exotic bird in the middle of all these Indiana wallflowers, of course, people are staring at him like he is a rare exhibit in a good damn zoo!

He gets through a few hours, drinks, smokes, brakes the former Kings Keg-Stand-Record - Like what? That’s supposed to be hard? - and still, no one has even briefly caught Billy’s eye. The only remotely interesting thing had been the run-in with Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and currently trailing behind his girlfriend on a short leash. So the fun had only been brief because Billy had been dismissed like he was nothing. And now he wasn’t just bored, he was also pissed as hell.

“Billy!Hey!” Suddenly Hill appears at his side, totally smashed. He swings a sweaty arm around Billy’s shoulders. “I got weed!”

Timmy dangles the joint in front of his nose, not fast enough to pull back when Billy snatches it away before untangling from the drunk boy, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

“This sucks. Don’t follow me.”

Some slurred jelling and protesting follows him through the room, but no one is dumb enough to block Billy’s path.

On his way to find some privacy, just to get away from prying eyes, to smoke the joint in peace, Billy found himself wandering upstairs.

The first door he tries is looked.

The second one leads him right into a bedroom where some third-base-bullshit is happening. He contemplates to stay and watch, seeing as how neither of the lovebirds has noticed him, but the girl sounds too much like someone is gutting a pic, and the boy just has no ass. Uninteresting.

The third door nearly breaks his nose. Or more like the girl that is dashing from the room behind it, determined and fucking drunk, nearly running Billy over even while he probably has 80 pounds of muscles on her. A bit bewildered, Billy looks after her retreating back. At first, he had thought she might be bleeding, but the dribble of whatever red substance she leaves behind on the carpet is too pale and thin to be blood. Maybe punch then.

He picks up on a noise from inside the room, some shuffling. Curiosity gets the better of him and Billy has a little peek. And if that’s not the former King! Finally some fine distraction. Tommy had introduced him to Harrington earlier that night if an intense staring session counted as an introduction at all before the King had dismissed him. So Billy is determined to continue on that interaction. He hadn’t been done staring at Steve. Harington definitely is pretty.

“Look at that. King Steve. Rubbing one out in the bathroom or what?”

Steve looks up, his dark brown eyes sad and big. Harrington looks like someone has kicked his puppy, or more like he is the kicked puppy himself.

“Not in the mood, Hargrove.”

He curls away from Billy, turns his back to him like he is no threat at all. Billy feels the anger rise in his chest, has to grind his teeth against it but can’t hold it in completely, let’s some of it spill out bitter and mean.

“What’s with the long face? Did your princess finally ditch you?”

Billy expects any kind of reaction, but getting a faceful of sad, angry brunette hadn’t been one of them. Steve is practically glowing while he shoves Billy backward, his back and head hitting the doorframe hard enough to see stars for a moment. Harrington looks beautiful in his fury, all pissed and shaking with it.

“Fuck. Off!”

A feral grin spreads over Billy’s lips. His skin starts itching for a fight, he can feel it.

“That’s all you got, Stevie? Your tantrums might work with your parents but not with me.”

The shift in tone happens immediately. Steve’s eyes glass over and he draws his eyebrows together, not in anger but in hurt. The expression hits Billy harder as every fist would have.

“My parents…  they were right… Nancy just… I don’t deserve to be loved…”

“What the shit, Harrington?”

Turning away again, Steve rubs a hand over his face, taking a deep, shuddering breath, all flight leaving his body.

“Just leave, Hargrove.”

Stunned by the sudden change in the mood, Billy can only gab at the brown haired teen, feeling a bit dumb before his brain finally catches up.

And the thing is, Steve might have told him to leave, but his eyes say something completely different. ‘Hold me and never let me go’. Okay Maybe Billy is taking some liberties here, but why the hell would he leave a heartbroken, pretty boy alone? Instead, he takes a step forward, ignores how Harrington flinches, and throws his arm around his shoulder in some mimicking of a one-armed hug. Steve goes stiff, then tries to throw him off with a confused grunt. He struggles so much that Billy has to use his other arm too, to hold him against his body.

Breathing hard, Harrington finally subsides after a bit of wrestling, probably realizing that he doesn’t stand a chance against Billy’s way more muscular body. So the King just flops against him. He goes all soft and pliant, standing a bit slumped, his nose resting against Billy’s beer-slick collarbone, breath tickling. Billy really has to take a big breath to keep the blood in his body from traveling south.

“What now?” Steve’s voice sounds muffled against his skin. He is still not trying to get rid of Billy’s embrace, seems to have decided that he likes it and even press a bit closer.

“How about getting high?”

Needing his arms free but too afraid the Bambi he had just caught would try to escape, Billy grabs Harrington’s thighs and lifts him up onto the counter beside them. He steps between Steve’s legs while producing the joint and his zippo from one of the pockets of his leather jacket. Seemingly registering for the first time how close they are, Steves pretty brown eyes widen in shock.

“Hey, what? My girl just left, you can’t-”

“Chill out, Princess. Or are you suggesting?”

A blush creeps up Steve’s neck, colors his cheeks in a delicate, dark red, while he scoffs and looks away. Billy wants to bite that blush.

He brings the joint to his lips and takes the first drag, stays between that long legs.

Hawkins just got way more interesting.

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[rheyaapostolous]

WARNINGS: nsfw, 18+, smut and graphic depictions of sexual acts. Please do not read if you are a minor.

So I’ve made a writing blog, purely under the constant badgering of my friends, I’m new to Choices fanfiction but I’ve written privately and on A03 for years.

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Female! Human! MC.

Please like or reblog if you enjoyed it, constructive criticism is welcome in the replies.

Arwen carefully brushed her hand over the many intricate carvings, as he marvelled at the sheer beauty of her face when she was fascinated. He had never imagined humans would have such respect for his people’s past or even sympathise, but she surpassed any expectations he had. They had fallen into a comfortable silence as they explored the room, a relic to the once glorious eleven gods. 

Some old writing caught Tyril’s attention, he strode over to inspect it. “What is it? Can you read it?” Arwen questioned impatiently. “I can. It says something about the god of the sea. If you seek him…” He trailed off, hand on his chin in thought. He carefully brushed some dirt off the remaining letters, pressing on the stone with a fish symbol. After a pause, the stone wall begin to creak, revealing a staircase. 

“Cool! Can we go down there? Please, please?” Arwen laughed, smiling up at him. With a wave of his hand, the torches on the staircase were lit. “I suppose, tread careful though, it may be rather overgrown.” He cautioned, the small human bolted mid sentence. Tyril only shook his head and smiled, reminding himself that everything is an adventure to her. 

“Holy crap! It’s a huge bath!” Arwen shouted up to him in amazement, already beginning to strip down to her linens as he turned the corner. A deep crimson came to his cheeks, coughing to alert her of his presence. “It’s a hot spring, not er.. uncommon.” Tyril lowered his gaze, not trying to peek, the gentleman was fighting his inner man. He almost blacked out when he saw a pool of white hit the floor.

Hearing a splash he finally relented and slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting a very naked Arwen lounging in the pool, he not sure if it was her or the steam making him feel so hot. “You should try it! It’s so warm! You never relax, now is the perfect time.” She said, swimming to the edge, placing her elbows on the warm stone. “I will relax when the shadow court is defeated, until there, I will guard you. You can hardly defend yourself in… your condition.” Tyril gulped, using every bit of will he had to keep his composure. 

That disappeared when Arwen lifted herself from the spring, her soaked hair clinging to her back. His eyes dilated with desire, he made no attempt to stop her as she marched towards him. “What if I wanted to see you without the armor? Would you join me then?” She whispered, enticing him even more to give in. He made no effort to stop her as she pulled on the fastenings of his armor, gently placing the eleven steel to the ground. Tyril’s undershirt was grand, the embroidery reflecting the dull lamp light. Her breath quickened at the sight of his bare skin, drinking in the beauty of his pale blue pigment. 

“You’re beautiful..” Tyril mumbled, nervous under such close scrutiny. Heart racing, he pulled his shirt over his head, hands shaking as he dropped it to the ground. They leaned in slowly, both unsure of how to react, what the other would like. Tyril dug up every bit of courage he could muster, pressing his lips tentatively to hers. It was a chaste kiss, but it broke down the last bit of self control he had. His hand found her waist, pulling her towards him, the warmth that met his chest sent currents through his body. 

When his name graced her lips he swore he had touched heaven itself, her soaked body clung to his own. He gripped her ass, using it to lift her effortlessly, walking them over to a a granite bench that sat close to the spring. He carefully lay her down before him. “Touch me. If I don’t feel you close to me soon I fear I may die.” Arwen begged as she pulled him down on the bench with her. He peppered kisses across her neck and down her sternum, teasingly kissing close to her breast. “I don’t think you’ll die, Arwen. But I might if you continue moaning my name like that.” Tyril said, smirking against her skin. 

“Tyril!” Arwen whined, her legs jerking in frustration as his lips brushed over the peak of breast, only to resume kissing down her chest. “This is how you’ve made me feel since we met. Sleeping beside me. Making sure your bodice is slightly lose when I’m near. You drive me to insanity, and I’m not going to waste this. I will savor every bit of you.” His eyes met hers, this was a side she has never seen, they were darker and all embarrassment he once had was gone. He finally gave in, longing to hear her moan again. 

His hands snaked between her legs as his mouth finally gave her nipple the attention she craved. Feeling how wet she was, how he was the reason unhinged him never had he been so desired. His tongue danced around her areola, his fingertips pressing on her clit just slightly. Arwen’s cries echoed off the cavern walls, like a sirens call he could not resist them, finding his fingers circling her clit without thinking.  

She lifted her hips, bucking against his hand, desperate for more. Tyril stopped, pressing her firmly back down to the bench. “Should I give you more? Is that what you’d like?” He warned with a raspy voice, licking his lips. “Please. Oh gods, please.” Arwen begged, trying to free her hips in frustration. “Are you sure?” Another smirk formed on his face, holding her firmly in place as his tongue trailed down her stomach. “Tyril! I swea– Oh!” Arwen cried out, cut off by his tongue flicking her clit. 

The taste of her filled every sense, the sweat dripping down his back. He gripped hips with both hands, pinning her down as he sucked her clit as if his life depended on it. Arwen thrashed wildly, never before had she had a lover like him. She threw her head back, eyes closing as Tyril gripped her tighter. In this moment, nothing mattered, not the shadow court or the rush for the shards. Right now, they were just two ordinary people. 

Her fingers tugged his hair, using it to set a pace she wanted, eager to please Tyril complied. His nails dug into her hips, she would surely bruise if he went any harder. Arwen paid it little thought, pushing his head harder against her as he hit the right spot. Breathless and begging, just how Tyril liked her. His tongue worshipping her. Feeling her muscles tense, his hand moved higher, stopping to tweak her breast. 

Arwen’s throat was dry and sore, and yet his name still escaped her, struggling to fathom anything else as she felt her release building. “Tyril– I’m going to– You’re making me! Fuck!” She struggled to get out, tears pooling in her eyes, he was merciless in drawing out her pleasure as long as possible pausing to make sure she didn’t come before he wanted her too. 

When he finally allowed her, he felt her legs begin to shake, her grip on his hair so tight he feared she’d pull some out. Every muscle in her body twitched, shouting his name as she rode out her release. He surely had ruined all other men for her, there would never be anyone who could compare. Arwen’s grip on him loosened, her leg dangled off the side as she came down from her high. 

“Was that up to your expectations?” He jested, kissing her inner thigh lovingly, tracing the marks he had made on her hips. “Don’t get cocky.” Arwen retorted, still catching her breath. “Oh? What did you have in mind, my love?” Tyril grinned, leaning over to brush hair from her face. “I have a few ideas, but it appears that I’m in need of a bath. Carry me.” She said, although her words were innocent her tone implied anything but. 

Tyril stood, scoping her into his arms. Carrying her bridal to the baths and gently placing her in the warm water. “Will you finally join me, Lord Starfury?” A title he hated, but from her it sounded godlike. “If the lady pleases.” He smiled, the reflections of the water shining on his muscular chest. “Turn around.” He ordered, a playful grin forming on Arwen’s face. She bit her lip, complying as she heard the metal of his belt clatter against the stone. A soft splash and his hands were on her again, she felt him against her, hard and larger than she’d anticipated. “Tell me, are humans like elves? Will your body be able to take me absolutely ruining you?” He sucked on her neck, marking her more.

Arwen gasped, completely at his mercy. “How about we play it by ear.” She challenged him as an arm wrapped around her waist. He teased her cunt with the head, the warm water wading around them as he eased himself into her. Tyril let out a curse in eleven tongue, marvelling at how tight she was. He gave her time to adjust, allowing her to grip the edge of the spring. Once he felt her steady and comfortable around him, he set a brutal pace.

Arwen found out that elves were not only bigger in height, the sensation of him hitting every nerve left her throbbing and desperate. Her body raw and used, and when she felt like she couldn’t handle more, the payoff was so great that it swallowed her back in. The lovingness of before has gone, leaving only unbridled passion and want. This was the repercussions of her constant teasing, challenging him till he broke. 

He almost growled in her ear, finally giving into his desires. He may regret it later, but right now all he wanted was to hear her cry his name again, beg him again, make her come over and over till she became a whimpering mess. The water washing everything away including his better judgement, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging her harder against him. 

“You drive me fucking crazy. I try my hardest not to want you, but you kept pushing me. You don’t understand how much I wanted not to feel this, to be a gentleman to you. But I’m not capable of it anymore.” Tyril spoke through gritted teeth, as Arwen slammed herself harder against him, taking all of him with a whimper. “Then don’t be.” She replied, gasping for breath. 

Tyril pushed her from the pool, gripping her waist and pressing her face down on the warm rock beneath her. He scrapped his knees from jumping out so quickly, the steaming air becoming unbearable. Entering her again, he held nothing back, fucking her ruthlessly in to ground. Her muffled moans only made him want more, his hand finding her long hair again, encouraging her to arch her back, she let out an inhumane noise when he found her sweet spot.

Despite being overstimulated, it only added to the new depths of gratification Arwen was feeling. Partly out of joy that she finally cracked him, he finally consummated the connection they share. She felt him tense, matching his pace as he keeled over, barely supporting his own weight as she sped her pace up. A litter of curses poured from lips, hitting her cervix as he came, she felt him shake behind her, riding it out for as long as he could. He pulled out, taking a sharp intake of air when he saw his cum spill from her. It truly was a sight to behold, knowing that she was finally his.

Lying down beside her, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, lying on his back with his arm outstretched inviting her to embrace him. Arwen snuggled in, placing small kisses across his chest. Their breathing slowed and their hands intertwined. Neither felt regret as they had anticipated, quite the opposite. They felt closer than ever, wishing the moment would never end.

[pain-somnia]

‘cuffed

pairing: sasusaku rating: m (I cannot stress enough that the rating is for sexual content) disclaimer day’s notes: read this drabble here to see where the inspiration came from. It was supposed to stay as just something funny but there was slight demand for continued smut.

sorry for this long ass author’s note but I do want to preface this fic with a little bit of a warning: This fic in no way is a reflection of a proper real life BDSM relationship because of the lack of communication before the physical aspect of the relationship started. Before entering the scenario phase of a dom(me)/sub relationship, communication is vital for the safety of the sub. I actually have a tag that you can read through if you would like more information which you can read here. It is of course in no way a full list because of the tumblr purge but it's somewhere to get started.

This of course covers my headcanon that Sakura is a sub in all universes/relationships so if that isn't your thing, this may not be the fic for you. It also covers my dom!Sasuke headcanon, him teasing his wife at the end of Gaiden kind of set that off lol. Being a sub can be quite liberating and empowering in a proper relationship. Doms tend to spoil their subs, so if you ever run into a case where there are only punishments and no rewards, especially in the aftercare part, that's a big red flag. Subs hand that power over to the dom, the doms don't have it without a sub, and a sub can take it back whenever they want.

okay, enough PSA, here's the fic under the cut and I hope you all enjoy the smuff!

He ended up calling.

Sakura wasn’t entirely sure why he would considering their interaction didn’t exactly paint her in the best light, but he didn’t trash the receipt Ino had handed him and he called her.

Sasuke was much more of a gentleman than Sakura expected. He told her he “would break her” so she wasn’t expecting to be treated so gently.

He opened car doors and walked her to her doorstep, never trying to get past the door. Sasuke would text her, asking her how she was and offer to pick up something for her if she needed it. When they went out to the movies he let her curl up into his side and cuddled with her in the dark of the theater without letting his hands wander.

Sakura never had to argue with him about the bill at restaurants. He was always ready to pay for them both and if she snatched it from his hand to pay for them he would let her have her way. She got drunk once—really drunk—and she dragged him by his shirt into her apartment. Sakura woke up, completely dressed to Sasuke making her a light breakfast and a blanket and pillow on the couch, a sign of where he had spent the night.

The man even rubbed her feet when she had a long day and her feet hurt from the heels she wore to work. He would massage her feet, hands soothing the muscles of her calves as well, and then those hands wouldn’t wander higher than her knee.

It was nice to get spoiled for once, but their relationship started because she couldn’t contain her thirst and Ino took advantage of that. Sakura wished that Sasuke would do more with those strong hands. Put them in places she ached━for him to make her come apart.

It’s what she wanted. So why did she tense up at the clicking sound above her head and the feel of cool steel against her wrists?

Weeks of dating and Sakura wanted more.  She made herself cute and headed over to Sasuke’s apartment with a bag of groceries with the intention of wining and dining him with a home cooked meal in the comfort of his own home where they could be alone.

She liked when they were alone. As obviously sweet as he was to her, it was all done with such subtlety that it was like it wasn’t there at all. At least not in public.

Sakura liked that there was a Sasuke only she knew, a side of him just for her. But there were more sides that she wanted to discover.

Sasuke had barely finished washing up the dishes he insisted on taking care of on his own when Sakura got to tugging on his arm, pulling him toward the couch in the living room. She pushed him onto the plush three-seater and straddled his lap. Sakura was enjoying the languid kisses and the way Sasuke’s hands slid up and then back down her back. He smoothed them over her hips and grabbed her firm backside, groping her through her skirt. She loved being caged in his arms, feeling small and safe.

In one smooth movement, Sasuke stood up, easily lifting her in the process. He cradled her thighs in his hands, securing them to his torso as he carried her off to his bedroom. This is what Sakura wanted when she first saw his bulging biceps peeking out from underneath the short sleeves of his police uniform. The black ink of his tattoos wrapping around the curves and dips of his muscular arms had her itching to trace the contours of his body.

“I would break you.”

Sakura tried to put her arms back down after Sasuke had lifted them above her head only for her to feel resistance and metal around her wrists. He handcuffed her. She hadn’t even seen him grab the cuffs, too distracted by the way he slid her blouse off and sucked on her pulse point and down her chest. He bit her nipple through her bra and when Sakura attempted to reach behind herself to unhook it, Sasuke had taken her wrists in his hands and slammed them above her head. She gasped and Sasuke took advantage of her shock to mold his lips with hers, sinking his tongue into her mouth, tracing the bit of of her mouth behind her teeth with the tip before folding it around her own tongue.

It was nice and more to what she expected. Sasuke was still soft with her, pressing against her carefully so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight. It wasn’t until he had let go of her arms to ghost his fingers down her sides that she realized that something was wrong.

Sakura attempted to reach for him, to pull him back to kiss her more when he started pressing open mouth kisses down her sternum toward her navel when her wrists were pulled back by the cuffs.

“Did you just—?”

“You’re the one that wanted to be ‘cuffed.” Sasuke flipped up her skirt and tugged on the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and calves.

The more she pulled her arms the more the chain of the handcuffs clanked around one of the poles of the headrest. The iron headboard had stood out originally because it wasn’t a contemporary style, but she figured Sasuke didn’t care for that despite the fact that a headboard with storage would be more practical.

It was clear now that the iron barred headboard was very practical for Sasuke’s use.

The more she struggled the more her wrists chafed. It was a peculiar feeling having no use of her hands. She couldn’t guide Sasuke to where she wanted him, not unless she voiced what she wanted.

Peering down her torso, she caught Sasuke watching her face as he continued to lavish her with lazy wet kisses on the skin right above the waistband of her skirt. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and Sakura wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

Sasuke ducked his head under her skirt and was out of her line of sight. At first he was still and Sakura frowned, unsure of what he was planning to do? It should have been obvious but with the way he kept her skirt on and shielded his body from his head down past his shoulder blades she wasn’t completely sure. But then he moved.

Sasuke’s teeth scraped against the side of her knee before he pressed a kiss to the area. Sakura felt his lips ghost down her inner thigh, his hair brushing against her skin. Sakura’s stomach felt tight from the anticipation as he crept closer and closer and then suddenly he pulled away, repeating the same treatment to the other leg.

Closer...closer…

The chains chimed again as they hit the bar holding Sakura’s arms up above her head. She had tried to reach for her skirt and then dig her hands into Sasuke’s hair. A whine got caught in her throat as she squirmed, trying to get Sasuke’s lips closer to her folds.

As soon as she started wiggling, two strong hands grabbed her thighs and pressed them down on the mattress. Sasuke pulled out from under her skirt and narrowed his eyes at her.

“I have more handcuffs if you’re going to keep moving like that,” he warned, voice husky. Sakura squeaked and shook her head. She relaxed in her restraints and inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm down. “Good.”

He ducked back under her skirt and she could feel his hot breath against her moist folds and she shivered at the sensation. He said to stop moving so maybe if she listened he would finally touch her where she wanted him to.

It was a strange predicament to be in. Yes she was tied up, but she wasn’t suffering for it. Sakura wanted to touch him back, slip his shirt off, and run her fingers along the hard planes of his abdomens. She wanted to lick her way down the hard cut of his adonis belt and hear his breath hitch from what she did to him, but at the moment all she could do was sit back and feel and all she could think about was how spoiled she was to not have to do anything.

“Sasuke, I━” Sakura gasped as Sasuke’s tongue made contact with her nether lips. He clutched her thighs with his hands and spread her legs to gain more access. She still couldn’t see his face, but she didn’t need to in order to know what he was planning.

She felt him spread her lips open and probe her with his tongue. Lazy little flicks at first before he took one of her lips into his mouth and sucked on it. He pressed open mouth kisses, licking and nipping everywhere but avoiding her clit, which Sakura was sure he was doing on purpose. Sakura squeezed her thighs together, drawing him closer and causing his nose to dig into her folds and rub against her clit. The nudge was enough to send to send a shockwave from that collective bundle of nerves and up her spine. She tried to hold tight and grind against him, chasing that moment of pleasure.

But the moment of stimulation ended quickly when Sasuke pulled away from her, licking his lips as he glared at her. He sat on his knees and raised a brow at her as she huffed in frustration.

“Quit teasing,” Sakura demanded, wrapping her legs around his hips and trying to pull him back to her. The next thing she knew, Sasuke had grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She cried out when the skin of her wrists pinched against the handcuffs when her arms crossed above her.

She hissed from the pain, cursing as she realized that in her new position she was a lot more vulnerable and exposed.

“I thought I told you not to move,” Sasuke murmured against her ear. He dragged a single finger down her spine, causing a tingle to run down her back.

“Technically,” Sakura argued, her words slightly muffled by the pillow underneath her face, “what you told me was that you had more handcuffs.”

“I should get those,” Sasuke murmured against her nape, kissing his way to her shoulder blades. “Considering you refuse to behave.”

He gave her one last kiss between her shoulder blades and Sakura felt the mattress dip on one side as he reached for something. The mattress dipped again as he straddled her legs to make sure she didn’t move. He took one of her ankles in his hand and bent her knee to lift her foot up enough so he could kiss her ankle and then slip a leather cuff. She felt him pull on the strap with his fingers tucked between her skin and the leather to ensure that it was tight but not too tight. He then repeated the process on the other leg.

As soon as she was strapped into the cuffs, Sakura moved her legs to test the range of movement he left her. She was able to spread her legs and bring them together. She explored her limited range, curious as to why there was so much chain in the handcuffs. He left her with the ability to attempt to sit up on her knees. The handcuffs above her head, chaining her to the headboard, were far more restrictive.

“These have more slack than the regulation cuffs,” he informed her. “But that’s for my comfort, not yours.”

For some reason that didn’t sound like the truth. Sasuke’s words contradicted his actions. He had placed the cuffs on her ankles but if she moved her foot she could feel the space he had left her so that she wouldn’t injure herself.

Face down and with her ass up, she felt the balance. As low and dark as his voice got, as tightly as he held her down...Sakura still felt safe. It fucked with her mind, and yet it didn’t stop her from getting wet.

It didn’t help that while the skin of her wrists kept pinching, Sasuke was stroking her folds and dipping his middle and index fingers in and out of her, but only entering as deep as the first set of knuckles. He would press them to the roof of her walls and then drag them out slowly against her folds and then back in.

Sakura whimpered and spread her thighs apart a bit, pleading with him to stop his teasing. “Please, Sasuke?” She swallowed deeply and pushed herself lightly against his hand. “Deeper?”

“How deep do you want it?” Sasuke leaned over her body and murmured against the spot below her ear, kissing her neck. He sank his fingers a millimeter further in and dragged them out.

“Deeper than that,” Sakura whined. He was going to make everything difficult for her. “And faster.”

Sakura didn’t realize he could go any slower than he already was until she had requested a faster pace.

“Please go faster.”

“Good.” Sasuke pressed a kiss to the back of her nape and dragged his teeth down her left shoulder blade, all while thrusting his fingers at a much more desirable pace.

Snaking a hand under her, Sakura felt his hand travel up her stomach and then grab one of her small breasts, squeezing it through the cup of her bra.

“How are you doing?” Sasuke asked as he slid his fingers under her bra and rolled nipple until it pebbled. He tugged on it as he pressed open mouthed kisses down her back and continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, occasionally swiping at her clit when he stroked her folds before inserting them back into her wet heat.

Sakura moaned in response, grinding down on his hand, trying to take his fingers in deeper.

Mind hazy, Sakura felt his lips descending down the curve of her spine. He kissed a straight path lower until he reached her bottom. Removing his hand from her breast Sakura felt him take one cheek in hand, rubbing it with his thumb before he—

Sakura cried out when he sank his teeth in the fleshy part of her ass cheek. He had bitten her hard enough that she was sure that there would be a mark.

“Wait, no—don’t!” Sakura bemoaned the loss of his fingers when he removed them to slide them up over her other cheek, squeezing both of them and spreading them apart. “What are you—“

Sakura felt his warm breath against her folds once more, as he pulled her closer to his face. Her wrists pinched again as he dragged his tongue against her core and probing her with the tip. She arched into him, chasing the pleasure of his mouth on her even though it increased the chafing from the handcuffs. It was give and take, a little pain for a little pleasure.

Sasuke bit her clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around it he suckled on it and used his fingers again until he had her crying out.

“Sakura,” he spoke against her wet folds, her name vibrating against her flesh. “How are you holding up?”

Her wrists hurt and she wasn’t having the best time breathing, partially from how her body was positioned but also partially because she couldn’t catch her breath from the way she panted as Sasuke touched her.

“Can I be on my back instead?” Coming down from her high, the discomfort of her position was no longer easy to ignore. “Please.”

“Sure thing,” Sasuke answered, pressing a kiss to the base of her spine. Sakura felt his hands working on the cuffs that held her legs down. When he removed a cuff he rolled her ankle in between his palms, massaging it.

When she was free of the restraints on her legs, Sakura struggled to right herself so that she could flip on her back. Carefully, Sasuke turned her over so that she was looking up at him again.

“How about the hands?” Sakura lifted her wrists so that the chain clanked against the metal bar. She wanted her hands free so she could remove all of the clothing that Sasuke still had on. She was practically naked and he hadn’t even removed his shirt.

“No.” A soft smile was gifted to her. “I think I’ll keep you like this.”

“You’re being unfair.”

“I could always,” Sasuke took hold of her calves and folded her body upward so that her feet were over her head and against the bars, “leave you like this instead.”

“No thank you,” Sakura squeaked, although she couldn’t prevent the clenching of the muscles of her vaginal walls at the thought. The position was positively lewd and she was even more exposed then when he had her on her stomach. “This is embarrassing.”

“Is it?” Sasuke smirked down at her before cocking his head to the side, seemingly contemplating leaving her how she was. “Then maybe I really should leave you like this.”

What happened to her gentle boyfriend? Sakura’s mouth ran dry as he held her ankles up and pressed his groin against her bare folds. Sasuke rocked back and forth against her with his hardening cock still hidden beneath his jeans.

“You’re soaking through my pants.” Sasuke leered at her before pressing further down against her. Sakura thanked God that she had always been flexible, keeping up with her stretches even after leaving gymnastics behind.

“I would have,”Sakura panted between kisses, “had you out of those already if you hadn’t ‘cuffed me.”

“Oh, really?” Sasuke dragged his lips down the line of her throat, sucking on her pulse point and then her clavicle. “Sounds like you had plans for me. Too bad I got in the way of them, huh?”

Sasuke’s hands slid down her calves to her knees, relaxing her muscles from the tight stretch they had been in as he sucked on the skin on the top of Sakura’s breasts. He kept easing the tension of her leg muscles as he set her legs over his shoulders.

“I just want to touch you too.”

Sasuke paused in his path back down her torso. He looked at Sakura for a moment before he pulled back, setting her legs back down on the bed.

“Okay.” Sasuke straddled her, resting his knees on the mattress by her chest. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He pulled himself out of his pants and stroked his cock. “You can touch me, but only with your mouth.”

Swallowing deeply, Sakura shakily nodded her head. It wasn’t as if she could get herself out of the handcuffs anyway and it was still something she had planned to do anyway.

Sakura opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She stroked the underside of the head of his cock and flattened it along his slit. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit and raised an eyebrow up at Sasuke. She could feel his legs trembling around her body from where she lay beneath him.

“Give me more,” she pleaded with a pout. If that was all she could work with, she wanted as much of him as possible. He adjusted himself and thrust gently into her mouth. She stroked him with her tongue until Sasuke had thrust deep enough to satisfy her and she tightened her mouth by sucking in her cheeks.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed. He cupped her face in his hands, forehead resting against the wall behind his bed as he looked down at her. “I think that’s enough,” he breathed out softly.

If she had the use of her hands, Sakura would have held onto his hips, keeping him right where he was. Instead she sucked her cheeks in even tighter causing Sasuke to moan and shut his eyes tight.

“Sakura,” he warned, “are you sure this is how you want me to come?”

Sakura paused in her sucking, loosening her hold on him. If he came, that was it. She would have to wait for his refractory period to end and who knew if he would keep her handcuffed the whole time or not. She opened her mouth, dropping his cock from her mouth.

Sasuke scooted back until he was between her legs again, sitting up on his knees. He narrowed his eyes at her before his face softened into a smug grin.

“You keep misbehaving.” He clucked his tongue at her, gripping his cock in hand. “I should just finish myself off and have you watch.”

“No,” Sakura whimpered softly, watching him stroke himself. That was what she was supposed to be doing.

Sasuke took the hem of his shirt and bit the bottom of it, holding it away from his crotch and stomach. Without any shame he played with himself, keeping his eyes on Sakura, only lowering them from her face to leer at her form. He forced her to watch while she couldn’t touch him or herself.

So unfair. Sakura moaned, watching as Sasuke’s abdominal muscles clenched with each downward stroke. She couldn’t even press her thighs together to hide her increasing wetness with how he spread her legs apart to sit between them.

“Where should I come, Sakura?” Sasuke asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. “Stomach? Thighs? Face, if you’re into that? It would be your ass but you did want to be on your back.”

Sakura chewed on her lower lip. “You’re talking so much more than usual,” she sighed. “So talkative only when you want to torture me.”

“That’s not an answer,” Sasuke reprimanded. “If you don’t decide soon, it won’t be up to you.”

“Inside,” Sakura pleaded. “I’m on birth control—it’s safe!—just please, put it in.”

“Good choice,” he grunted, grabbing her thighs and spreading them on his lap. The head of his cock brushed along her folds and upwards, nudging her clit. Sakura shivered in anticipation.

Sasuke guided himself until the head was nestled between her folds. Sakura held her breath, waiting for him to finally thrust inside.

“You know what? I changed my mind.”

“What!?” Sakura cried. “What do you mean you━ah!”

Sakura arched her back, rising as much as she could from the mattress as Sasuke interrupted her with a single quick thrust, filling her up with as much of his cock he could fit inside of her. Sakura’s inner muscles fluttered around him and Sasuke smirked down at her as she hit her second orgasm of the evening.

“Did you just come?” Sasuke taunted her, thrusting without giving her a chance to come down from her high.

With every thrust she cried out, overly sensitive and dizzy from the assault on her senses. Sakura’s wrists were pushed and pulled━the metal pinching her skin repeatedly━with every snap of Sasuke’s hips.

“Wanna come again?”

Not trusting her words, Sakura nodded her head furiously, only for Sasuke to pull out of her. She choked on a bereft moan. She watched in disbelief as Sasuke gave his shaft two quick pumps and spilled his ejaculant all over her thighs.

“You—you said you would—“

Sasuke cut her off again by slipping his fingers into her folds and pumping them in and out of her, swiping his thumb over her clit. Leaning over her, Sasuke took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it before melding his lips with hers. He swallowed her moans and with his hand brought her to the final release she was chasing.

“You said you would let me pick where you came,” Sakura grumbled against his mouth between kisses.

“Next time,” Sasuke chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Maybe.”

“What do you mean maybe?” Sakura questioned him as he stood from the bed and tucked himself back into his jeans.

“Maybe means maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room. There was a thumping sound like that of a dryer before he returned and without a single glance in her direction, Sasuke slipped into the en suite.

Did he just━? He just left me here!

Sakura kicked her feet in frustration. She heard the water the sound of the shower being started and let out a curse. She was sated and exhausted and was done with this little game. She was just about to shout for Sasuke to free her so she could go home when he returned.

“Shower is ready,” he explained, finally unlocking the handcuffs. Slowly, he set Sakura’s arms back down at her sides. Supporting her, he lifted her so that she could sit up and took a wrist in hand, examining it. “You did really good. After you get cleaned up, a soak in the bath will help the soreness.”

With an unsurprising ease, Sasuke lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. Sakura tucked her head under his chin and let herself be carried to the bathroom. Sasuke sat her on the counter of the sink and helped her unhook her bra and slide her skirt off. Gingerly he placed her inside the shower cabin and helped her clean up all of the sweat and grime. Carefully and without any lecherous intent, he cleaned his ejaculate from her thighs and helped her lather the lavender soap all over her body.

“Do you want to wash your hair?” Sasuke asked softly, rinsing her off with the retractable shower head. Sakura nodded and he placed it back on it’s hook, grabbing the shampoo and massaging it into her hair.

Sakura sighed, content with the attention. “Are you going to shower too?”

“Later.” Sasuke shut the water off and guided Sakura to the tub.

One of the things Sakura was jealous of was Sasuke’s beautiful en suite. She didn’t think it would take getting chained to his bed in order to actually use the large tub.

“Is the temperature alright?” Sakura nodded in response and slid into the water. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat on her sore arms. “I’m going to leave you for a sec, alright?”

Sasuke kissed the top of her head and turned on the jets to the tub and Sakura slipped further into the water until her shoulders were covered. She was just beginning to doze off when the bathroom was permeated with the scent of chocolate. Sakura opened one eye and caught Sasuke sitting on the edge of the tub with the blue and cloud printed mug she always used when she had tea in his home.

“You made me hot chocolate?”

“Yeah, with some cinnamon.” Sasuke set it down on the edge of the tub and then headed to the shower to finally clean up. He was a lot quicker with his own shower than the one he helped Sakura with. “I’m going to get you some clothes and toss yours into the wash. Let me know when you want to get out of the tub.”

“I might just live here,” Sakura giggled. The heat was heavenly and the bubbles from the jets were pleasant.

Sakura let Sasuke run off and clean up around his bedroom. She could hear him removing the sheets from his bed and collecting the handcuffs he had used on her. She took her time sipping her hot chocolate, listening to the sounds of Sasuke fixing up his bed and using the washer. Just as he had told her he would, he brought her a fluffy towel and a t-shirt of his and a pair of boxer shorts.

“I’m good now,” Sakura declared as she drained the tub. She carefully pulled herself out and dried off before changing.

Sakura had barely slipped the t-shirt over her head when Sasuke was back in the bathroom and massaging her arms with an amazing smelling lotion. It was minty with a hint of eucalyptus and was probably for the soreness of her muscles.

“Come here.” Sasuke let her walk this time, but he held her hand, guiding her back to the bed. He grabbed a cashmere blanket from the foot of his bed and wrapped her up. The blanket was warm as if he had tumbled it on low heat in the dryer before bringing it out to her. It solved the mystery of what he had been running in the dryer while she was still ‘cuffed to his bed.

“What now?” She asked, curious as to what he had in store for her. It was an odd night, she couldn’t deny that. He was sweet during dinner, than rough with her, but now he was back to being gentle, possibly more so than before.

“That’s up to you.” Sasuke sat on his bed and brought her down so that she was sitting sideways on his lap, still wrapped up in the warm blanket.

“This is nice.” Sakura settled in his hold, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. She gripped his shirt in her hand, just glad to be able to touch him properly. “Just this is fine.”

Sakura could feel him nod his head as his chin brushed against the top of her head. Sasuke stood up and set her back down in bed, crawling in after her and pulling her against him. She pressed her ear to his chest, and listened to the steady beating of his heart.

“You can totally handcuff me again some other time.”

Sasuke snorted, only shifting his body to get more comfortable. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” She hummed, snuggling against him. “As long as you cuddle with me after.”

“Deal.”

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day’s notes: i hope you liked the fic. i was asked if i would write more for this au but i’m not sure

[witcherislovewitcherislife]

Steggy Week 2019 - Day 7: Free Choice

I decided to write some smut for Day 7. Shocker. I had a lot of old drafts that had various smut in them so I combined them and added some new stuff to make this. I hope you all enjoy!

What a wonderful experience my first Steggy Week has been too. I loved seeing and reading all the new fanfics, artwork, posts, and edits. I still have a lot to catch up on too! I hope you all have enjoyed my contributions! :D

Paris Nights

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Celebrations were roaming all throughout the city and really all throughout the country. After a week long battle and years long struggle, Paris was free from Nazi control.

The French Resistance, Allied Forces, and the SSR drove back the Nazis, reclaiming the city of Paris.

Everyone was celebrating, people from all walks of life, men and women, children and adults, young and old, rich and poor, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that they were free once again.

Fireworks boomed in the sky and the Eiffel Tower was illuminated bright. Songs were being sung in the streets and taverns alike.

The Commandos were drinking and singing away while playing a rowdy game of cards. Peggy noticed Steve make some goodbyes and sneak out of the room before anyone could stop him. She found Steve sketching away from a balcony atop the hotel the SSR was being stationed at.

“There you are. I thought maybe you’d turned in for the night.”

Steve was startled by the intrusion but he didn’t seem to mind, “Oh, uh, no. Just needed some fresh air.”

“Can I see what you’re drawing?” Peggy asked, nodding her head towards his sketchbook.

Steve walked the few steps over to her and handed the book to her, “Just the Eiffel Tower, there is a great view from here.”

“I see that. This is really lovely, Steve. You have a real talent.”

Steve blushed at her kind words and averted his eyes. Peggy always had that effect on him when she complimented him.

Peggy reached a silky gloved hand to his cheek and turned his face back towards her.

“Seems we’re finally alone.”

“Seems we are.”

Their lips met instantly and the sketchbook fell to the floor as Steve engulfed Peggy’s lithe body with his broad arms.

They pulled back breathless after who knows how long. Both were panting and red faced, Steve had lipstick marks on the corners of his lips that Peggy reached up to rub away with a grin on her face.

“I’m so happy we can do that outside of cramped offices, storage closets, or some old couples farmhouse in the countryside.”

Peggy giggled and it was the most beautiful sound Steve had heard, “Yes, well. We shouldn’t dally out here too long. Someone might come along and ruin our fun.”

“Too late!” A voice piped up from the glass doorway, startling both Steve and Peggy.

“Dugan. How nice of you to join us. Or rather, interrupt us. How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long enough to see any of the good stuff,” he said, earning a sharp glare from Peggy. “Well, I was gonna see if you two lovebirds wanted to play some billiards but I don’t think that’s as fun as what you two are about to do.”

“And what is it that we’re about to do, Timothy?”

“Uh, oh. The full name. That’s never good. I’ll just be going now. You two kids keep it down!” Dugan said, half laughing, adding, “And use protection!” when he was safely out of Peggy’s shooting range.

“Remind me to kick him in the ass,” Peggy joked.

“Will do.”

They grew silent again, just staring into each other’s eyes before Peggy cupped his cheek again. Steve leaned into the touch as Peggy leaned up and brought her mouth to his ear.

“Take me to bed, Steve.”

Steve didn’t need to be asked twice, he took Peggy’s hand and led her off the balcony, down the hall and to his room.

“Is this the honeymoon sweet?” Peggy inquired as she stepped into the room. It was about four times the size of a regular room and had a separate living room area as well as a small kitchen with a breakfast nook. Glass sliding doors at the back of the room led out to another small balcony that had a table and chairs atop it.

To the right, there was a large bathroom with double sinks, a large tub big enough for three at least, a toilet, and a shower adorned with beautiful light brown tiling. Peggy felt that a shower and tub was excessive, seeing as how most homes nor hotels even had showers but she wasn’t going to complain. She’d never gotten to properly enjoy a shower before, only getting to use one at base camps.

In the center of the room there was a large circular bed covered in fluffy pillows and a blood red comforter. Peggy was incredibly looking forward to doing a lot more than just sleeping in it.

“Uh, yeah, the honeymoon sweet. Howard got it for me. He thought it’d be funny.”

“Well, I suppose I should thank him. I think this bed is a lot better than any other in this hotel. Shall we?

Steve didn’t respond, instead opting to act before his words could get in the way of what he wanted to do.

He placed his hands on Peggy’s hips and pulled her close, kissing her with intensity.

Peggy’s mouth moved to his neck, she bit and sucked at it, leaving bruises that she knew would be gone by morning but she liked seeing how his skin looked painted with them.

Peggy bit that spot under his ear and Steve let out a low groan as his head fell back. Peggy leaned up and tugged on his earlobe before she spoke again.

Speaking slowly and quietly, Peggy whispered into his ear, “I’ve thought of you on so many cold nights, Steve.”

Steve swallowed audibly before he choked out, “Tell me.”

“How shall I? With excruciating detail?”

Steve could hardly speak. He found his mouth dry from Peggy’s seduction, “Details. Please. Every last one.”

Peggy spoke slowly and quietly, making sure that Steve’s heightened hearing be put to full use.

“When I lay alone in my bunk, I’d lift my slip up to my waste. Slide my hand down my stomach and under my red cotton panties.

Steve’s mouth went dry, “Keep going.”

Peggy’s hands were keeping occupied by threading through Steve’s hair, massaging his scalp lightly as his hands gripped her waist, sure to leave bruises that she so wanted, “I’d spread my folds, slide my digits into my soaking cunt. Moan your name as I fucked myself.”

‘Fuck, Peggy.”

“I’d cum screaming your name into my pillow. My fingers would be covered in my wetness and I’d suck them dry, imagining your mouth instead of my own.”

“Please, Peggy…” Steve didn’t even know what he was saying please for. All he knew was that his cock was throbbing and needed relief.

Peggy kissed his collarbone and pulled his shirt out of where it was tucked into his trousers and began to unbutton it.

Peggy slid his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and down his muscular arms. Her hands moved to his abs, rubbing them and digging her nails into the toned muscle. She was always amazed at how soft his skin still managed to be despite the muscle. Peggy bent slightly and flicked her tongue over his nipple before taking it in her mouth making Steve yelp and jump in surprise.

She gave each nipple attention before licking a stripe down his abdomen and kneeling down in front of him. This used to be the part when Steve would say “You don’t have to do this.” But after Peggy made it very clear that she wanted and loved to do this to him, he finally shut up saying it.

She eyed up the growing bulge in his pants. The outline of his cock very evident in his tan trousers. Her eyes looked up at him, hers were filled with hunger desire and lust while Steve’s were already struggling to stay open at the sensation she was giving him.

She got the belt undone, the metal making a pleasant sound as it clinked together, and pulled his pants down first, revealing his red and white striped boxer briefs. They were bunched up from being constricted in his trousers the whole day. They were tented slightly but mostly his cock was angled down and nearly hanging out of the bottom. She could see the outline of his shaft and the fabric above the tip was partially damp from his precum. Peggy used the palm of her hand to rub up and down his shaft before she kissed him through the fabric before pulling them down around his ankles as well. He stepped out of both as Peggy took him in hand, giving him a few warm-up strokes before her real fun began.

Her thumb touched his pelvis right above his cock, she rubbed through his short, neatly trimmed pubic hair. She hummed appreciatively, glad that he took care to do so, knowing that she hated too much body hair on a man.

The slit of Steve's cock was shiny and oozing. Peggy licked up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls all the way to the tip, flicking her tongue when she reached the top. She left her tongue on the bottom of the head, twisting and flicking it teasingly. Precum was dripping into her mouth slowly, the same way rain dripped off a gutter after a storm. She loved the taste far more than actual cum and lucky for her, Steve was like a faucet for it.

Peggy took his head into her mouth first, sucking deeply and sharply on it before sliding her mouth down further. She took him as far as she could, keeping her mouth planted firmly on him when he sat sheathed in her mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing and growing to it’s hardest state inside her mouth and it made her panties soak up more than they already were. She reached down and rubbed herself through her skirt, giving her momentary relief from the ache between her legs.

Peggy moaned around his cock and Steve reciprocated one above her, his head lolling back.

She pulled her mouth back agonizingly slow, making sure no part of Steve’s shaft went unloved. Peggy released him with a pop before diving back in quickly. Her mouth moved faster this time, up and down his length in quick succession. She made sure her tongue kept moving, licking the parts of his cock that her lips weren’t touching.

Steve’s hands threaded through her hair, he didn’t pull or yank, they just sat there in her silky brunette curls. She could tell by his sped up labored breathing that he was close. Peggy sped up her ministrations, adding her hand to the end of his length to touch every part of him until he exploded into her mouth. She took every last drop from him, more so to not leave a mess on the hotel room carpet rather than actually enjoying the taste.

Peggy pulled off him again and gave him a few last pumps before rising back to her feet and tilting her head up to kiss Steve. He gave in to the kiss easily, his tongue battling with Peggy’s for control. He tasted himself on her lips and tongue and loved every bit of it.

They kissed for a few minutes before Steve backed Peggy up and pushed her down onto the comfy bed. She couldn’t help but be turned on by his sudden roughness.

She got on his knees and threw Peggy’s legs over his shoulders.

“Wow, Captain. Someone’s hungry.”

Steve response was more of a grunt than words as he wasted no time hooking his finger in the band of her panties..They were red and lacy, see through in parts like right above her center. Peggy had picked them out specifically for the point of seduction and she was glad that Steve took the time to properly appreciate them. He pulled them down and tossed them onto the chair across the room. Peggy was neatly trimmed as well, a simple stripe of brunette hair was neatly manicured above her core.

Steve leaned in and licked a stripe up her core, from her entrance to her clit. Peggy moaned and Steve repeated both motions. He gradually sped up as Peggy’s noises grew louder. It all felt too slow for Peggy and clearly Steve could tell because he dove in, ravaging her cunt like an animal.

Peggy’s whole body quivered as his tongue and mouth devoured her. Her back arched and fell rhythmically. Steve’s hand moved up to cup her breasts but not for long as Peggy’s body was spasming in pleasure uncontrollably. His left hand moved to hold her stomach and his right was on her waist. Holding her in place while his tongue slid deep into her cunt and back out again multiple times. His nose touching her pubic hair, occasionally rubbing against her clit when he sped up his rhythms.

Steve traced the letter “z” along her pussy with his tongue. Starting at the clit and working his way to her entrance, slipping in momentarily and then tracing back up to her clit.

Peggy was getting close, her ragged breaths and raspy moans filling the room and seeping out onto the balcony through the crack where the door was open. If there was any neighbors in the room next door, they were getting quite the audio show.

A wave rumbled through Peggy as she exploded. Her back came flying off the mattress as she let out a shout, cumming hard onto Steve’s eager tongue. She fell back instantly as Steve continued licking her, riding through the waves with her until her body went limp on the red blanket.

Steve crawled up above her on the bed and kissed her passionately, “I love you, Peggy,” he whispered.

“Steve, oh, Steve. I love you.”

They kissed for a long time before Peggy could feel Steve’s growing hardness poking her, “I need you, Steve.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve said in that special voice reserved only for her ears.

Steve gripped his length and slid into Peggy’s warmth. It felt like sliding him after hitting a ball into deep right in the ninth inning.

They both let out low moans as Steve started thrusting slowly. Peggy’s arms wrapped around him and her red nails dug into his flesh.

Steve’s pace sped up slowly until he was fucking into her at a quick pace, Steve knelt back just enough to wrap his mouth around Peggy’s nipple. His hand cupped her other breast and kneaded the soft mound. His thrusts slowed but the pleasure she was getting from him paying her breasts extra attention more than made up for it.

Steve sat up, holding Peggy’s body close to him, her breasts squishing up against his chest as their nipples rubbed together.

He pulled her into a sitting position, her back straight and legs stretched out fully on either side of him. She was fully sitting in his lap.

Peggy began grinding up against him. There was no room for thrusting, it was just rubbing and grinding and having Steve filling her was delicious. The bed shook with their movements and they both moaned into each other’s ears.

Steve kept his arms wrapped tightly around Peggy as he moved to his knees and laid her down on her back. He took her right leg and flipped her. Steve arranged himself between her legs and slid back into her soaking cunt.

Steve began thrusting into her quickly, the sounds of his pelvis slapping into her ass downright filthy and beautiful at the same time.

Peggy made a loud choked sob and sucked in a harsh breathy moan. Steve stopped his motions and reached around to cradle her face in his palm.

“Peggy, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, no, Steve! Please, keep going! You feel so fucking good,” her words were strained but she got out what she needed to say for him to begin thrusting into her again.

He sped up again and her back arched as if she was a gymnast. She continued making those same moans and groans but this time Steve wasn’t stopping. And she couldn’t be more thrilled.

Her whole body was on fire. She was sore and tired and yet she never wanted to stop. She wanted the ache he gave her. Never wanted his cock to leave her. She wanted him inside always. Wanted him thrusting into her for hours and hours. And with his super-soldier stamina, it was a possibility. She loved the weight of him on top of her. Loved his moans into her ear. Loved the way a bead of sweat would occasionally drip from his forehead and chest onto her back.

She couldn’t explain it. Her relationship with Steve was about so much more than physical attraction. And yet, here they were, naked in a hotel room, and the primal love they had for one another took over.

Steve gripped Peggy’s shoulder and straightened his back, allowing him to fuck deeper into her pussy.

The mattress engulfed Peggy’s choked sobs, her red lipstick smeared on the white pillows and the sheets were stained with evidence of their love.

Steve arched back over Peggy, he was almost laying atop her but was careful not to collapse his wait on her. His mouth moved to her ear and he sucked her earlobe into his mouth before moaning her name.

The second Steve reached his arm around to rub her clit, she screamed his name as her walls clenched, trapping his cock inside her. Her orgasm had a chain reaction, causing Steve to empty himself inside her.

Peggy rolled over in his arms and cupped Steve’s face.

Steve hovered above her, his arm wrapped around her upper back. Both of them were breathing heavily and both were covered in a sheen layer of sweat as well. The moonlight shining in through the window glistened off of Peggy’s skin, Steve thought she looked like an angel in that moment. Well, even more so than usual.

A bead of sweat rolled down Steve’s forehead and dripped onto Peggy’s cheek.

“Sorry,” Steve said, wiping the bead away with the pad of his thumb.

Peggy just smiled and teased, “Steve, I just had your cock in my mouth. I can handle some sweat.”

Steve laid his head down on her chest. She was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling every few seconds.

“Gods, look what you do to me, Peg. I can run ten miles without slowing down, But one round with you damn near puts me out.”

“That was a bit more than one round.”

“Guess I lost track after you made me cum the first time.”

Peggy’s hands went into Steve’s sweat soaked hair. Naturally his hair was blonder but now it seemed almost brunette. It was disheveled and soaked and a few thick strands fell over his forehead like they had when he was that little man in basic training.

“We forgot protection, you know.”

“I know. It’s fine, it isn’t my time.”

“Do you think we should have waited? For this, I mean. Until the war was fully over?” Steve asked into the darkness as he rubbed up and down Peggy’s arm.

“We’re young. And we’re alive. We should take all the pleasure we can out of these horrid times. I don’t regret this.---Do you?”

“Not one bit.” Steve said as they drifted off in each other”

[aria-i-adagio]

Rosemary. Heaven Restores You in Life

Masterpost

Fandom: The Arcana

Chapter Rating: Lime

Sunlight pouring in the bedroom window wakes me after a hour or two of sleep, and I roll lot of bed, still feeling nearly as much energy as the day and night before.  The lack of tiredness - that isn’t a good sign.  Especially not if I need to keep my head clear.  I don’t have time for mind to run in multiple circles at once.  Not now.  Not when I actually have something at stake.

I make a large pot of tea and finish off most of it, letting it steady my thoughts.  I’m not at all sure that I’m interested in helping the Countess, even after what she had confided in me the prior night, but I’d like to retrieve my ‘remarkable’ collection of things and get one more look at that library before making a final decision.  And, I can’t get Julian’s laugh out of my head, nor the insistent belief that he could not have killed someone.  If I can find the actual murderer, the Countess can’t possibly execute him.  Right?  Not even if the crowd calls for his neck in the noose.  

I wish I were more confident of her.  More confident that she wouldn’t give in to the whispers of another in her ear or her own desire to promote an image of control.

Feeling lazy, I ask around the market until I find a merchant headed for the palace who’ll let me hitch a ride on a her cart of cabbages.  When we arrive in the back courtyard of the palace, Portia is overseeing a group of servants loading up a wagon.

Portia catches sight of me across the courtyard and claps her hands together in excitement, beckoning me over and pulling me up into the wagon bed with her.  “Oh, there you are!  We’re going into town to announce the Masquerade.  Milady wants you to come with us.  You can check on your shop.”  She looks me over from head to toe.  “And maybe you can grab a few extra outfits.  Late night for you, was it?” 

I switched the bathrobe for a proper jacket before I left this morning, but apparently I still didn’t pass muster.  Or maybe it was the raccoon eyes and messy hair.  Portia gives me a sympathetic look and passes over a warm metal canteen.  “Coffee.  Careful, it’s hot.  Climb on up in the wagon.  Want to tell me where you were?”

I take several sips of the thick dark coffee before answering.  “Couldn’t sleep, so I went out for a walk.  Ended up back at my shop.  Not much to it.”

She looks around the wagon, counting heads and then gestures for the driver to start.  The wagon jolts forward, and she arches both eyebrows at me knowingly.  “Just a walk?”

“Mostly.”  I grin foolishly and drink some more coffee.  

Portia winks and laughs.  “Well, I suppose it turned out today, but keep in mind that Milady is generally an early riser.”

“I’ll mention that to my insomnia demons.”  

Portia snorts in amusement and then turns to one of her colleagues to discuss some aspect of the announcement.  I finish the coffee, then lean back against a bag of rice in the wagon bed to close my eyes.  The morning sun is pleasantly warm, and the rice makes for a passable pillow.  Too soon, the wagon halts in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the morning market, and Portia starts shouting orders for folks to go about their business but return at noon for the announcement.  It isn’t difficult to imagine her as captain of a ship, ordering about sailors however she pleased.  Or as the sergeant of a mercenary troop, quelling any protests from the mangly lot of vagrants with her voice alone.

On my way back to the shop, I stop by the baker’s stall and pick up a loaf of pumpkin bread.  As the warm scent of spices wafts over my face, I wonder why I hadn’t done that earlier.  It’ll go well with some more tea, and then I probably should attempt to find something a little more palace appropriate in my limited wardrobe.  Or maybe I could borrow something flashier from Asra’s.  He wouldn’t mind, assuming that he ever noticed that I was wearing his clothes instead of mine between wandering off to here, there, and everywhere.

Chewing on a torn off piece of bread, I undo the wards on the door and shove it open with my hip, only to find a surprised looking Julian on the other side.

“What are you doing here?”  I reach up to put my free hand on his chest and push him back inside, narrowing my eyes at him.  “I know I locked everything this morning, so either you broke in again, or -”

He holds up a bit of copper, sheepish grin on his face.  “-or I have a key?”  I snatch it from him, put my bread down on the counter.  Julian rubs his hands together.  Is he actually nervous?  “I was hoping Asra was back.”

“Of course, you were.”  That’s how Asra works - like a drug, an addiction - barely gone at all and you want him back.  I dig my own keys from my pockets, comparing the key he had to the others on my ring.  Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him tearing a generous portion from my pumpkin bread.  “Hey, did I tell you could eat that?”  He drops his hand away from my bread and begins to stammer an apology.  I flick my fingers at him and smile.  “It’s fine, have a piece.  You look like you need it.  Who gave you a key to the back room?”

“You, oh, I see.  You really, you really don’t know … I, umm -”  He looks down at his feet and blushes before recovering with one of the smirks that were clearly his coping mechanism for uncomfortable topics.  “Let’s just say I needed to make some house calls.  After hours.”

“What is it that you think I don’t know?”  My own smirk is at least as broad as his when the color rises in his cheeks.  He steps to my side trying to get around and to the door.  I match his movement - just if it was last night and we were still dancing - and lean against the door to block him as best I can given our difference in height and size.  I already know that he’s quite capable of picking me up and moving me if he really wants to leave.  “What else do you have up your sleeve?”

His eyes dart away for a moment, then he regains his composure and looks back at me, hands raised above his head.  “Oh, I hope you don’t think I’m a thief.  I’m a lot of things, but not that.”

“I remember you telling me - possibly more than once - that I’m a fool to trust you.”

“Well then.”  He shrugs out of his overcoat with a dramatic sigh and begins unbuttoning the jacket underneath.  “Search me.  If you find anything of yours, I’ll show myself to the stocks.”  His shirt is same one he was wearing last night missing most, if not all, of its buttons.  I fold my arms across my chest and suck a breath through my teeth.  Oh, this is good!  Possibly better than the tea he’s keeping me from.  Definitely makes up for last night’s gentle (and, to be fair, probably wise) refusal.  He spreads his arms and tilts his head down, one eye still peering at me through his curly hair.  “Search til you’re satisfied.”

“I think I will.”

His head jerks back up when I call the bluff.  The stunned expression on his face changes gradually into a leer.  He doesn’t seem to mind much, even if he didn’t expect me to take him up on the offer.  Or he wanted me to?  “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?  Don’t be shy.  I promise I’ll be good.”

No one has ever accused me of being shy - at least, not since I figured out how to talk again.  I step close to him and lift my hands to his shoulders then run them down and around each well muscled arms.  Coming back to his neck, I slide my fingers just under his shirt.  He draws in his breath sharply, and I pause, watching his face to see if he objects, before I continue, tracing my fingers up and over his well defined chest to his collarbone then along his neck and up to the base of his skull.  I have to lift myself on my toes to press my fingers into his thick hair.  The motion pushes me against him, and I can feel his pulse jump in the artery running down his neck.

“Sorry.”  Feeling wicked and a bit pleased from that response, I drop back onto flat feet and smile.  “You’d be shocked what people manage to hide there.”  I lower my fingertips to his collarbone, then just beneath, and stop again, meeting his gaze and giving him another chance to protest.  A blush begins to spread across his face, and his breath quickens, but he doesn’t break eye contact.  I continue, spreading my hands wide across his chest - ah, he is wonderfully muscular - curving my palms around the sides of his torso.  He jumps when I reach his waist.

“Ah, no, not there, I’m terribly ticklish.”  I look up, stifling a laugh and pulling my hands away.  “That, um, can be our little secret.”

“Hold still.  You said you’d be good.”  I step back.  He’s biting his lip and the flush in his face is pronounced.  This is interesting.  

“Done so soon?  Why you’ve only just started - Oh!”  He nearly jumps again when I crouch down in front of him, running my hands along the outside of his legs, stopping at the top of his absurdly high boots, not quite yet wanton enough to drag my hands all the way around to the inside of his thighs.  I straighten back up and step around.  He twists following me with his eyes.  “I had no idea that you were so … hands on.”

“Did I say you could move?  I don’t think I did.”

“No.  No you didn’t.”

The tips of his ears turn red as he faces forward again.  A shiver passes through him as a run my palms over his back, down to his hips.  He gasps sharply as I push my hands around his waist to check his pockets, stopping when I find a hard edge in one.

“Oh, um, don’t, don’t mind that, just a knife.”

Clicking my tongue against my teeth in mock disappointment, I fish it out of his pocket and toss it on the counter.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you.  I can show you if you like.”

I take that as a cue to continue our game.  “Are you now?”  Indulging myself, I run my hands down his legs again, this time trailing my fingers closer to the insides of his thighs.  I step back around him, tracing my fingers over his hip.  He’s sways toward me, weight shifting from his heels to the balls of his feet.  “How many knives do you have hidden in these absurd boots?”

“Umm.  Two.  Are you - are you done?  You’re quite … thorough.”

“Not quite.”  I step next to him.  Not quite touching - just teasingly close.   “You were going to show me something?”

“I, yes, … oh hell -”  He steps back and leans over, bringing his mouth to mine.  One hand clutches my upper arm, the other curls around my cheek.  I push back into him, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, biting about as hard as I dared to do while avoiding drawing blood.  He moans.  “You don’t have to be that gentle.” 

I laugh with impish glee and grab his hands, tugging him back into the reading room, to one of the multiple napping nests scattered throughout the shop.  Shoving him down on the cushions, I peel off his gloves and then straddle his lap and push aside the collar of his shirt to kiss, bite, suck at the pale skin there.  His head lolls back and his hands trace their way down my back fingers digging into my ass, then pulling back up, sliding to the front and under my shirt to cup my breasts, thumbs drawing ever tighter circles around my nipples.  I whine into his neck and run my hands through his hair, accidentally nudging the band holding the patch over his eye.  His hands pull away from me, and he quickly fumbles the band back into place.

“Hey, slow down a little.”  He takes my shoulders and pushes me back from him before sitting up.  “I’m not going to run away or anything.”  He pushes my hair out of my face, then leans down and kisses me slowly, teasing his tongue between my lips.

“Mmm … maybe you should.”  I push him down again and walk my fingers down his sternum.

“I’m not known for making good decisions.” 

I tug his shirt free from the waistband of his trousers, pull the fabric aside, and run my hand over the smooth skin of his stomach then up to his chest, pushing my fingers through the not immoderate amount of hair there.  “You’re suspiciously free of scars for a former pirate.”

“Oh, um, long story there, I was more the ship’s doctor than -”

I kiss him to cut him off.  “You’re talking too much, Julian.”

“Um, yes, talking too much, I do -” 

“Shh.”  I press a single finger against his lips then replace it with my mouth, sinking into the kiss for as long as I can without breaking for breath.  When I finally do, I shift all my weight to my left leg and roll onto my back, tugging at Julian’s arm to bring him with me.  He knocks his head against a low shelf as he turns, face scrunching up in a wince.  The shelf rattles and a knick knack falls into the floor.  I pick up the figure and trace my fingers over the small fox - painted in a fanciful pattern of purple and white - and frown, propping myself up on my elbows and looking around the room, suddenly remembering a comment he made the other night.

“I don’t remember there ever being a skull in here.”

“What?”  He looks confused.

“The other night you said something about the creepy skull being gone.”  I sit up and touch my fingers lightly where he knocked his head on the shelf, willing the temperature of the air around my fingers to drop by a few degrees.

“Oh - that, feels - I mean, don’t worry about that, not a bad bump.  It’ll be fine in a minute really.”  He pulls my hand away from his head.  “Just how much magic has he taught you?”

“Some.”  Often it doesn’t feel like Asra teaches me anything; he just suggests that some task or another can be accomplished with magic, and I just somehow already know how to do it.  “About this skull?”

“You switch moods this quickly all the time?”

“Everyday except fifth Wednesdays.  Those are usually pretty stable.”

Julian sighs and rolls his good eye at me.  It’s bad joke.  I know.  I don’t care.  “He had it on a shelf in the corner.  Kind of charred.  Some kind of memento mori, I guess.  Definitely macabre.”

Macabre, eh?  Not one of the many adjectives that I would generally apply to Asra, but it’s not difficult to imagine him going there.  “Never seen it.”  I take his hand in mine and turn it over in mine tracing the lines on his palm.  “Is this your dominant hand?”  I pull it closer to my face, peering at the life line curling around his thumb.  

“Huh?  Yes.  Anyway, I think, maybe, he was in a, uh, peculiar state of mind at the time.  Maybe more than I realized.”

“Asra is quite peculiar all the time.”  Beautifully so, but very much so.  I press my lips to Julian’s palm.  “You have an interesting hand.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.  Your lifeline.  It actually breaks here.”  I point to the jag in the crease.  It’s faint, but definitely a break, not a ring or a concurrency of fainter lines.  “I’ve only seen that on one other palm.”

“Oh. Whose?”

“Mine.”  I hold my hand out and point to the strange break.  The break in his is faint, but the life line stops sharply on my palm, for a good half centimeter or so, before picking back up again, just as abruptly.  “Asra refuses to tell me what it means.”  And the books on palmistry in languages I knew had mysteriously disappeared at the same time I asked.

An insistent knocking begins at the front door of the shop.  I’m ready to ignore it, but the knocking turns into the ringing of the chimes tied in the doorframe to alert me when a customer comes in.  I roll my eyes.  Forgot to lock the door again.

“We’re closed!”

“Dema?”

The voice is Portia’s.  Julian’s uncovered eye goes wide, and he hastily scrambles out of the floor, redoing the fastenings of his trousers and looking around for an exit.  “Just stay back here,” I whisper to him.  I pull myself upright, quickly do up the buttons on my shirt, and push my fingers through my hair before stepping out into the main room of the shop.

“Portia, it’s not noon already -?”

She isn’t looking at me.  Her eyes are trained up and over my shoulder where Julian has pushed aside the curtain.  Her hands are at her side, curled into fists and shaking.

“Il - Ilya!”

She grabs at his arms with hands that I’ve only seen tremble once before, when the Countess announced her intention to hang the missing Dr. Devorak.  “You, you, bastard, shto ty delaesh? Are you trying to get caught?”

“You’ve grown up, Pasha.  I’m sorry I wasn’t - prostii menya.” 

I think back to the barely legible letter I found in his desk.  Is Portia the sister he has addressed it to?

“You… Oh, I’ll show you sorry, you…”

Suddenly she looks over at me, blue eyes going wide.  I raise my hands and side step behind the counter and toward the stairs to flee before she turns her tongue on me.  “Umm, I’ll be upstairs.” 

I put the pumpkin bread away on a shelf and then decide against tea and for curling back up in my bed.  Between not sleeping at night and the events of the past few days, I’m completely drained and few more minutes of rest will be welcome.  I hug a pillow to my chest and allow my thoughts to meander into a dream. 

A small white fox curls up beside me, tongue lolling.  It whines with pleasure as I run my hands through its fluffy fur.  I choose my eyes for a moment, and when I open them again, the fox has become Asra.

“Master.” I twine my fingers tighter into his hair.

“Mmm.”  He catches both my hands in one of his pinning my wrists above my head.  His hands have always struck me as large in comparison to his height.  He balances himself over me, weight resting on one knee between my legs.  “Don’t call me that.”  He leans down and kisses the corner if my mouth.

“Asra.”

“Better.”  He kisses the other side of my mouth. I whine and arch my back, pushing closer to him.  Teasing, he kisses my forehead, before coming back to my mouth.

“Do you love me?”

With the question, our positions are reversed.  We’re still in bed in the upstairs of the shop, but I’m looking down at him, straddling his torso and holding his hands above his head.  The light has changed from the cool light of morning to a warm, afternoon glow, and the beginnings of laugh lines don’t mark the corners of his eyes.  He’s smiling easily, without any trace that he’s holding part of himself back.  

“Do you love me, Dema?”

I lift a hand away from his wrist to strike his face, then lean forward to kiss him, taking my time with his beautiful lips.  “Of course,” I whisper as I pull back from him.  “Always.  I’ll love you forever.”  This scene has been scripted, but I’m not an actor in it.  I am myself, but these words have already been fixed at some point in time.  “If you’ll let me.”

He brings his free hand to my face as the light changes back to what it was before, and his face becomes guarded again.  “Ah, dear heart, how I want to!“

“Dema?”  

Portia’s voice pulls me out of my dreams.  With a groan I roll back out of bed and stumble to the top of the stairs, beckoning her to come up to the apartment.  She looks around nervously, then climbs the stairs.  I take her elbow and lead her to the kitchen. I need tea before I can possibly manage another conversation.

“Umm…” She stares as I wake the stove salamander and start a pot of water to boil.  “So, my brother, Ilya …”

“He’s the Julian Devorak the Countess wants to hang.”  I measure tea leaves - Keemun, not as smoky as Lapsang Souchong, but better with milk and still plenty strong - into our well used pot and set it next to the stove.  Looking across the table at Portia, I gesture for her to sit.  “What do you want to do with that?”

She sits down and looks at her hands. “Does it matter what I want?”

Her posture and the question emphasize the resemblance between the two of them; Portia’s red hair and blue eyes are the brighter, color saturated version of Julian’s auburn and grey.  What happened when they were young, that neither of them believe that simply wanting something, some outcome is acceptable?  I pour boiling water over the leaves and sit down across from her, sighing loudly.

“Why shouldn’t it matter what you want?  Or I want?  Or anyone wants?  We may or may not get it, but that’s different from whether it matters.”  I lean over the pot breathing in the scented steam while the tea steeps.  “Julian is your brother.  If he’s caught, he hangs.  Are you alright with that?” 

She folds her hands in front of her. “No. Are you?”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t want him to hang.  I don’t think he’s guilty.”

Portia visibly relaxes and looks up at me, face brightening. “Great - we’re partners then!  We can show Milady that he’s innocent.”

I take a mug from the center of the table, fill it with tea, and push it across to her. “Partners.  I like the sound of that.”  I pour tea into my own mug and knock it against hers.  I suspect I’m going to need whatever help I can get.  We drink our tea in companionable silence for a moment, then I grin and arch an eyebrow at her.  “You know, I think you’re the only person I’ve met recently who I haven’t done a reading for.  Shall I?”  

Portia claps her hands together in glee, visibly excited by the idea.  “Ooo, yes!  Love!  Romance!”  She rolls the r dramatically and pretends to swoon.  "Tell me about that.”

My bag is where I left it on the table.  I dig out Asra’s deck and unwrap the silk from around the cards.  “Someone in particular?”

Her cheeks redden as she smiles.  "Not exactly.”

“Hmm."  I give the cards a single shuffle and then outside then across to her.  Usually, I handle them myself, but Portia’s hands are sure and steady, and I don’t fear an impromptu game of seventy eight card pick up.  She shuffles the cards, cuts the deck, and shuffles them again before pushing them back across the table to me.  I lay out the first five cards in a cross pattern: center, right, left, above, and below.  "Flip the center card over first.”

Biting her bottom lip, she turns the card over.  Seven of Cups, upright.  

I arch my eyebrows at her and shake my head in mock disapproval. ��

“What?  What it is?”

"So this card tells me about you, right now.  And Miss Portia, I do believe you might be spoilt for choice.  Is that what you meant by ‘not exactly’ a particular someone?”

The color rises in her cheeks, almost matching her hair.  “Well, I, um…”

“But careful though, not all your choices are equal.  Maybe this card will help.”  I tap the card to the right of the center.  “It speaks to the characteristics.”

Portia, still blushing, turns it over.  The King of Swords.  "Hmm-” I press my finger to my lips, miming seriousness.  It’s something of a relief to be back in this role, doing a light hearted romance reading, after all the high stakes and somewhat grim spreads I’ve been reading.  Dragging it out is attractive - it’s relaxing to just follow my intuitions rather than hearing more specific message from the cards.  Portia will be happy enough to play along with a bit of melodrama.  “Your love will be a serious person.  Skillful, logical.  You’ll lighten them, and they’ll steady you.”  There’s a small smile playing on Portia’s lips.  Now she has a particular person in mind.  “You think you know who they are?”

“Maybe."  She bites her bottom lip and runs her finger over the card.  "I kinda hope so.  I mean, I hope it’s the person I’m thinking of.”

I motion to the card on the left.  She turns over the Page of Cups.  "So this card describes how you’ll meet, or in this case, how you’ve already met.“  The cards aren’t whispering the me right now, but when I close my eyes I can hear the crashing of ocean waves behind the page.  "The sea, I think.”  Portia’s mouth is hanging open in surprise when I open my eyes.  "Is it still who you think?”

She nods and the corners of her crinkle with delight.  I smile at her.  "They’re about to come back into your life.  You should be open to reunion, reestablishing the relationship.“

"What are the other two cards?"  She looks excited now, leaning over the table.  

"The one at the top first.  It’ll tell us something about the nature of this relationship.”

She flips it over eagerly and looks at me with wide expectant eyes.  The Seven of Pentacles.  Fitting for Portia, and the card makes sense in relationship with the King of Swords.  “Both of you are hard workers.  Yours will be a productive union.  Turn the last card.”

She turns over the Star.  I smile.  This is a fortuitous reading, and Portia, with her kind nature, deserves it.

“Ooo…. This is a pretty card!  What does it mean?”

"It’s called the Star.  Both your labors will have a pay off.  You’ll enjoy rest and peace together.  Happiness with each other.  And look at this.” I trace my finger down the horizontal axis.  "All these cards are associated with the number seven, which suggests the arrival of something that has been looked forward to for a time.  Especially when the Star is involved.  But-“

“What?  But what?”

“The cards aren’t any sort of promise.  There are a lot of choices in here.  I tap the Page of Cups.  First, there’s the question of whether you and this person will choose to reconnect when you meet again.  And -”  I move my fingers to the Seven of Pentacles.  “You’ll both need to put effort into maintaining the relationship.  Your jobs might at time result in you being apart.  But the Star says that it will be worth it.”   

Portia finishes her tea and compliments the pumpkin bread profusely before hurrying out to oversee the announcement.  I rinse out the teapot before putting it away.  I want to try to summon Asra again to the fountain.  Some magics work better with a physical object to stabilize them.  Perhaps I can find something in the shop that is just so essentially Asra that it will make the connection stronger.  And, if I’m lucky, keep him from disappearing on me.  Again.

There’s any number of objects in the shop that are Asra’s.  Little figurines painted in cheerful colors.  An old bird’s nest tucked in a window as if it’s waiting for the mother to return.  Jewelry.  Some absolute junk, some of impressively high quality and all tossed haphazardly into the same lacquered box.  A hand mirror with a crack running down the center.  A basket of seashells and stones.  Twigs and dried flowers tied into little bundles.  All it is Asra, but nothing is precisely Asra.  

I give up when I hear cheers from the street outside.  Portia’s announcement must be going well.  And, with that, I suppose I should get back to the square before the wagons left.  Unless, of course, I wanted to walk back to the Palace on my own.  I grab one of Asra’s multi colored scarves and wrap it around it around my shoulders, wondering if this will finally fit the definition of appropriate wear for the Palace.  Although, to be honest, part of me wants to appear in the most hideous outfit I can muster, just to see the look on the Countess’s face.

When I make it back to the town square, the announcement has turned it into an impromptu festival.  There’s a brass band playing at one end and a circle of drummers at the other.  Servants from the palace wander the crowd, handing out candies and paper masks.  Street vendors are doing brisk business in snacks.  I can already here discussions of possible costumes and plans for smaller gatherings as I push through the crowd.

"Dema!  Over here."  Artemis waves to me from where she’s standing next to a pillar.  Her enthusiasm is exceeded by that of the toddler perched on her shoulders.  He extends his chubby little arms out and echos my name.  Most of his excitement is from the hoopla surrounding the announcement.  And, sitting on Artemis’s tall shoulders, Tam can see everything.

 The air is filled with rice and confetti.  His older sister, Eurydice, is chasing soap bubbles nearby, closely shadowed by Artemis’s wife.  Sibyl, too, is batting at the bubbles and laughing.

Artemis crouches down when I reach her to let me kiss Tam and ruffle his hair.  He pats my cheek with sticky, two year old fingers and shouts, "up, up, up.”  She stands again, holding his ankles firmly and looks me over with a grin.

“You look tired.  Have anything to do with this spectacle?”

"No.  Not directly anyway."  I lean back against the pillar and cross my arms over my chest.  Someone had put a lot of effort into planning and preparing for this announcement though.  Portia would be my first guess.

"The Countess is putting you through your paces then?”

“You could say that."  I’m not quite yet over the little game she played with me yesterday.  Knowing about her memory loss makes me a touch more sympathetic to her, but at his point, my cooperation with her is a matter of clearing Julian.  "Artemis, the other morning, when I said the name Julian -”

“Yes?”  Her eyes narrow and the tone of her voice becomes cautious.

"You recognized the name.  Julian Devorak, do you know him?”

She’s quiet for a moment.  Tam starts to pull at her hair and she reaches up to bat his hand away.  “I worked some with Dr. Devorak during the plague.”

“Very tall, red hair, eyepatch?”  There couldn’t be that many people named Julian Devorak, especially not Dr. Julian Devorak, but just to be sure.

"The eyepatch is new."  Her son pulls at her hair again, and she lifts him from her shoulders, shifting him to her hip.  "But the rest: tall, red headed - drama queen.  Why do ask?”

“The Countess believes he killed the Count."  

Artemis dissolves in a fit of laughter.  Tam looks down at her in confusion then holds out his arms to me.  I take him from her.  He pats my cheeks then tucks his head against my shoulder and wraps an arm around my neck.  Without Tam in her arms, Artemis doubles over in her fit of mirth.  She finally catches her breath and slaps her thighs in amusement.  "Julian? That boy?  Kill someone?  Even an absolute parasite like Lucio?  No."  

"How are you sure?”

"Have you met him?”

"Well -”

“Wait."  She stops, looking down at me with concern.  "You have met him?  And he didn’t …  Fucking hell! Asra, you son of a bi - biscuit."  She belated puts a hand over Tam’s ear, then peers closely at me and touches my temple.  "You’re okay right?”

"I’m fine.  Why?  What about Asra?  I know he and Julian were together.  Don’t ask how, I just do.”

“Yeah, I tried to stop that.  Idiot boy didn’t listen to me any more than you do.”

“What did Asra do?"   

She strokes her son’s desk curly hair.  "I can honestly tell you that I don’t know exactly what Asra did.  And it’s not that no good came of it, but there are some lines I don’t think we’re meant to cross, even if it’s our heart’s desire."  She leans over and kisses the top of the child’s head.  Her forehead brushes against mine, and she lets it rest there for a breath.

“I knew Julian too, didn’t I?  I mean before.”

She straightens back up and sighs, eyes darting away from me and then back to my face.  “You don’t really need me to answer that, do you?  Listen, Julian is a good man, no matter what melodramatic nonsense he may be prattling on about these days.  In general, trust him.  You just may need to smack him around a bit every now and then for acting like a fool."  

The sound of tiny sandals slapping against paving stones pulls her attention away from me and to someone behind me.  "Mommy, look what I have!”  Eurydice runs up clutching a double handful of hard candies wrapped in paper.  Sibyl trails a foot or two behind her, dimples in her cheeks from a smile. "Mama said I have to ask you how many I can eat at once."  

"Oh, did she now?”  

Sibyl shrugs apologetically, and Artemis rolls her eyes.  "Tell you what.  You can have one now and two after dinner, or two now and one after dinner."  Eurydice huffs and twists her lips in concentration, debating between the options.  

Tam lifts his head off my shoulder and looks over at Sibyl, squirming in my arms with a hand reached out to her.  She coos to him.  "Aww, is my little one sleepy?  Thanks for holding him, Dema.”  She takes him from me.  "Artemis said you were working for the Countess?  How’s that going?”

“It’s -” I smooth my blouse from where holding Tam had rumpled it.  “Interesting.  But I don’t think I want a permanent job.”

Sibyl smiles warmly.  “Good.  We’d miss you around here."  She’s never been anything other than kind to me.  Eurydice tugs at her skirt.  “Hmm, we better get home, your brother is sleepy.  See you soon, Dema.”

Artemis hugs me quickly then tucks Eurydice’s extra candies away in a pocket before taking the little girl’s hand.  “Be careful, Dema.  Find me if you need me.”

The crowds begin to clear as the brass band finishes up and the palace servants return to the wagons.  I walk across the square and find Portia, who is unsurprisingly directing the clean up organization.  She pulls me up into the wagon and into an exuberant hug.  The wagon’s jerk to a start, nearly toppling us both over, but she only laughs and throws more rice out into the crowd.  After the wagon pulls out of the square, she plops down beside me and tosses an arm around my shoulders.

“Well, Dema, think you’re ready to meet the courtiers?”

“The -?  Oh.”  Between the prior night and the events of this morning, I had forgotten that the Countess intended to introduce me to the rest of the court this afternoon.  There’s no way that I’m ready to meet the rest of the court.  

“Don’t worry.”  Portia pats my shoulder.  “I’ll have you fixed up in no time.”

Chapter Eight

a/n: Interpol, “Evil”

[peaches-of-1]

Training: Golden Dicks Award (pt 2)

And we’re back. My mstrlst is in my bio, so you can catch up there. Also I reblogged it before posting this, so you can just scroll down a bit. This is shorter than the first part.

All the usual warnings apply: Voyerism, orgy, lesbian sex, blood mention, chastity, hypnotism.

If you want something specific tagged, lemme know!

After eating what could be categorized as dinner, you put yourself together again. There’d be a rush at intermission, but you were ready as your hypnosis went deeper. Apparently, you had called out some of your owners’ names instead of the one given to you to say. So you were given more layers a sleep. A fog would permanently be in your mind.

“Alligator”

“Crocodile”

Intermission. First was half of one of the larger groups. Then the second half. No time for clean up. You weren’t sure if they had used your ass or not. They liked your lap dances more and parading you around than actual sex.

Third group during intermission wanted you clean, so a quick shower with lots of help. Then you were dried off. They wanted a fashion show first.

Blue see through pants with a bikini top. Then a slutty schoolgirl outfit featuring a micro skirt that showed off your ass. You felt the semen shifting inside. Nothing but pearls were your next outfit. They were cascading off of every body part.

“Sit on my lap, beautiful.”

“Yes, sir.” I was to call them sir.

This blonde haired one was all muscle, his thighs were strong and firm. He hugged you around the waist. The other gave lust filled grins.

“[Redacted] was right about you, cutie. You look good in everything, so fuckable.” The smaller one was to your left and he scratched your chin.

Their tall and pale member kissed up your legs as the one hugging your waist kissed your neck. The one on your right was also quite muscular, and his lips were very adorable. The three others were looking for your next outfit. The one they would fuck you in.

“They said you can take anything.” Baby lips said.

“I can, sir.” You replied. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Dimples came out with Smiley and Legs. Your brain had given them secondary names to make sure you could tell one from the other. Legs was the only rapper wearing shorts. IT seems they went for more of a school boy uniform this era.

It was Smiley who held up the pink latex dress up and said to get ready quickly. How much time had passed? Had they already performed? Was that why they were taking their time?

Either way, you changed into the tight and bright outfit, and went back out to see them.

“Fuck…” Dimples said and licked his lips. “Nice choice [redacted].”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

They all turned to the smaller one, saying he got to give the first orders. He wanted a tit job, so you got on your knees in front of him. Sir pulled out his cock, and you began rubbing it with your latex covered tits.

“Oh god, [redacted] was right!” His voice shot up to his higher octaves. “Holy shit.”

“Wow, hyung” said the lanky and pale member. “She’s that good, huh?”

He grinned, “Oh, yeah. It feels good.”

The other men started rubbing themselves. You focused on your breasts and the dick between them. You stuck your tongue out and touched the tip to it.

Legs asked, “Cutie, how many times has cum gone in your ass?”

“I...I don’t know.” It upset you a bit. “I was supposed to get 7, but so many, and I’m not sure. At least 5?”

He scratched your scalp, “It’s ok if you don’t remember. It sorta got messy, huh?”

You nodded and thought to yourself how much of an understatement that was.

“I think you should get this thing off. You’ve worked so hard. [Redacted] himself even tried to break you.”

“He’s got a harem, I’m pretty sure.” Smiley said.

You spoke, “I have to be sure, though.”

“Don’t worry.” The oldest said. “You will be.”

The muscly one from earlier added, “We’ll top you off.” His voice came from behind you.

You dress had rolled up to your waist and he unplugged you. It came out like a waterfall. It made your cheeks warm for such a thing to have occurred.

“Well…” He said. “More than 7.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He shook his hand, “I guess we don’t need lube, then.”

Strong hands grabbed your waist and he lined his cock up to plunge inside you. You moaned and wanted to giggled because he rolled your dress back down. Why? It didn’t matter.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum~” the man in front said. “Open up.”

You parted your lips and stuck out you tongue even further. Sir slid inside and thrust his hips. You were being spit roasted by physical opposites, and it was quite entertaining. As he came in your mouth, two more replace it. The lanky one and Smiley’s.

How many cocks had been shoved down your throat tonight? Even more had been simply sucked on by your golden lips. Was it because it couldn’t reach your throat? Maybe. Maybe it’s just cuz they liked head better. You’d never tell mostly because they’d be nonexistent memories by this time tomorrow.

“Having fun, pup?” A familiar voice asked.

“O…oppa?” Command 16.3a.

“That’s right, pup.”

You heard his footsteps come closer, and you were made to stand up. His face was the only one you saw clearly. Yoongi. Your heart leapt, but you also felt embarrassed. You were so dirty.

He smiled, “Did you miss me?”

Your whole body reached out to hug him. He laughed a bit and kissed your lips. You were so hungry for his kiss, his touch, his everything.

Yoongi smiled, “Calm down, pup.” He looked into your eyes and then sunk to his knees. “Since you’ve been such a good little puppy, your belt is coming off.”

He unlocked it and chuckled at how wet you were, and then he placed it on the side. Your oppa kissed you again.

“I’m about to perform, so I gotta go. Have fun, darling.”

As he turned around, everything went foggy again.

Sir Legs grabbed you and threw you on the bed, “Sorry for being so rough, cutie, but I am gonna be the first to claim that pussy tonight.”

You spread your legs wide open, “Hurry~Sir~”

He growled and began fucking your dripping we pussy. You whole body shivered and you moaned so loudly. It was more like a scream to be honest.

“Fuck~yesssss~”

“And I’ll be the second.” Baby lips said as he slipped into you as well.

It felt like you would foam at the mouth with how good your body felt. A vibrating egg was shoved into your ass. Tears filled your eyes as cock was jammed down your throat as well. You couldn’t tell what was happening beyond the ballsack dangling in front of your face and hitting your nose with every thrust.

Bedsheet was balled up in your hands. You felt like you were gonna die like this. You clawed at the body on top of your own, begging Sir to go deeper. Probably drawing blood as fireworks went off behind your eyes. You clamped down on every cock inside of you as your back arched as much as it could.

Cock slid out of your mouth just to be pounded back in. You gagged as you climaxed, making it feel as though you were floating. They came as yours was just starting to end. You were slathered in their cum. Buckets was an understatement. The others had been rubbing themselves with their hands and quickly replaced all the cocks in your holes. They came so soon after.

The waves of pleasure was still being ridden. Heavy panting surrounded your spasming body. Their cum flowed out of all your holes. You couldn’t tell who hugged you and comforted you until you heard a sound like the crumpling of paper. Condom wrapper? Command 1.2 Soft Reset. All of your muscles began to relax and your consciousness began to slip.

“I’ll take care of her.” Jihye said. “You’re needed in the green room.”

You served a group of Gen 1 idols and then more girls. More outfits. Korean school girl uniform and riding the tip of a super expensive dress shoe. She was so pretty and so sexy dressed in a tight black skirt and white dress shirt with the top three unbuttoned to show off her lacy black bra.

“I changed out of my heels for this, so do better.”

“Yes, ma’am!” you moaned and started working harder.

She had said you weren’t allowed to cum until she gave you permission. Even though this was her show costume, she used it for immersion. You were going crazy trying to hold on since you hadn’t cum since eight people ago.

Your teacher sighed, “I just wanna make a cute girl squirt over my shoes. Is that too much to ask?” Then she held your face to look at her tanned and dark lipped face. “Beg for me.”

“Please, ma’am. Please let me cum! I can’t hold--ahhh. I’ll do anything. Just let me cum. Please. Please. Please. Please ma’am. Please.”

She smirked, “Cum for me.”

You gripped the chair and squirted hardcore. It became even more intense when she said a cue word. You were yourself with your eyes shut tight. It felt as though you were on fire even though you were soooo wet. You rested your head on her thigh. What just happened?

She made you look at her face and your eyes widened, “Hw--”

“See you later alligator!” the voice screamed from their booth.

You blanked on her name. When you came back to your consciousness, you were sitting where Ma’am had been. She was being escorted out by two guards.

She giggled, “I’ll bring the others next time.”

The voice explained, “Everything’s ok, (Y/N). Guests usually don’t know cue words. Even if they do, they’re not supposed to use them. I’m sure she meant no harm, but it’s a liability.”

“I understand. Am I in trouble?”

“No. No. Not you, darling. You were perfect. You’ve got a super special guest. Treat him well.” The voice made you go deeper.

A large man entered, “I’ve never done this before.”

I doubt that. You thought.

“That’s ok. What would you like me to call you? Any name other than your birth name or stage name will work.”

“Um, D-Daddy?” that tattooed man said.

You made sure to smile since he was nervous, “Ok, Daddy. What would you like to call me? I cannot give you my real name.”

He looked at you, “Will Kitten be ok?” his husky voice asked.

“Of course! I’m now your kitten, Daddy. Would you like me to change?” You looked at yourself now only in your white not so covering cover up. They must’ve...you looked at Daddy. “I have many outfits, Daddy. Oh. Please sit, Daddy.”

You were turned eager to please and were more chipper to fit your given role.

“Yes. Of course.” The large man sat on the bed after taking off his shoes.

You looked at him eagerly, “If you wanna pick an outfit for me--”

“No. Just...sit on my lap?” He pat his meaty thighs.

With a nod, you made yourself comfortable. He held you close to him and got you to lay with him. Daddy seemed tense.

“I just had a rough day, so we can just cuddle. Is that ok, or do I have to fuck you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”

He sighed with relief, “Good. Cuddling it is.”

Daddy rubbed your back and talked about his difficult and high stress day. Although he was a large and rough looking man who was 1000% Daddy, it was like he was the kitten. He was pretty sure he hurt his ankle while dancing on stage.

“You need to be more careful, Daddy.” You pouted.

“Is that so, Kitten?” He chuckled.

You nodded.

“Then I’ll be more careful.” Daddy kissed your forehead.

You smiled, “Good. Are you feeling better, Daddy?”

He nodded, “I am actually.” Then something caught his eye as he smiled at you. “Lift your neck, Kitten?”

You did and he felt your collar.

“Those boys...your owners. They take good care of you?”

“They do.” You said to the man who wasn’t actually an idol but had gained lots of popularity through social media.

“Good.” He purred. “If they ever hurt you, come to me, and I’ll deal with ‘em.”

You spoke honestly, “They never would. They love me. I love them.”

He smiled suddenly. It seemed to surprise himself as well, “They better.” Then he sat up. “Ok. I should go before I mess around and fall in love.”

The man stood up and fixed his shirt.

“Did you have a good time, Daddy?”

“The best, Kitten.” He kissed your cheek. “Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your night and remember what I said.”

You grinned, “I will!” unsure if you actually would or not.

He closed the door behind him. Well, that was a nice time before it was three groups of 8+ members back to back. The girl group loved to use their nails and knew how to use toys you have never seen before. They also really liked kissing. So softly leaving trails of pink and red all over your body.

An extremely famous couple was the last to come in and had you play with the man while his wife masturbated and watched. She shouted commands to him, and he was all too happy to follow them. He had been taken out of chastity today and this was his reward. The freckles on his face made his eyes stand out more. He was dressed up like a puppy, collar and all. It was ok since they were both initiating it with you, right? The man had a bone shaped gag and beautiful whines.

It was almost hilarious the amount of times she told you to look at him instead of her. She ended up collaring you to him to make sure you obeyed. Then she slid in between both of your faces as you ate out both of her ends. He seemed like the type that liked to eat ass. They kissed your lips and left you to the officials to clean up.

Then it was time to go home. You hadn’t even done much today, but your body was tired. Your eyes opened and Jin walked in.

“How’s our girl?” He asked.

You began to run to him, but your legs gave out. Right you had legs.

Jungkook and Jin rushed to help you back onto the bed. They said you had gon in really deep and it’d take you twenty more minutes for you to have control over your body again. Right. This was your body. It didn’t belong to anyone else but you.

“No matter how many times we lay claim to you, it’s still your body.” Taehyung said, reading your expressions easily.

Namjoon added, “No one can take that away from you.”

You cried despite how happy you were. Had it really been scary at all? No. Not really. Just overwhelming. There were so many people you had made love to, but you couldn’t recall their faces or names. Someone hugged you.

“It’s ok, (Y/N).” Jimin cooed. “You did so well. We’re so proud of you.”

They all gave you space along with comforting words. Then you put on your dress and kept the collar on. It felt like a security blanket right now. Yoongi held your hand as the eight of you were ushered into a room to wait for you carts to pull up.

Heechul approached the group and you all bowed.

“You did such a wonderful job tonight!” He met your eyes. “All of you. His gaze met Namjoon’s.

He whispered something to BTS’s leader as Yoongi couldn’t hide his scowl. Did he not like Heechul? How can you not like Heechul? He’s annoying but also endearing.

“I hope there are no hard feelings. I always like to check in with the own...lovers afterwards and make sure I didn’t cross any boundaries with my performance.” He was being very honest.

What did he do? Did he parody BTS on stage?

Yoongi softened and held out his hand, “No hard feelings.”

The two men shook hands.

You snuggled your oppa’s arm. Heechul bowed to all of you and went on his way. He “accidentally” dropped something and asked his manager to pick it up. She leaned over and her pussy was glistening. So that was his pet? He grabbed the butt of another and a third leaned in close to him, giggling. A harem?

~~~~~~~

Now all eight of you were in the living room falling asleep after eating a filling takeout meal. Your pajamas were super cozy.

“(Y/N)?” Hobi whispered. “We love you. More than anything.”

“I love you too.” You replied, slightly confused but glad he said so.

He smirked, “We know. Even if you never said it again, we’d know.”

Jimin pulled you closer in his kitty lingerie that he had been wearing under his clothing all night. He must’ve been done with his dom mood. Namjoon made sure to cuddle the both of you on his chest. Jungkook was letting his leader sleep on his stomach while his head was on Jin’s. Tae’s hand was holding yours even while he slept. Yoongi was curled up behind Jimin. All your boys were there. You felt like your heart would explode from pure bliss.

As you fell asleep, you wondered why Hwasa’s smiling face popped up in your mind.

[baekhyunbitz]

His Flannel

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.2k+

"Hey, angel, I gotta leave for practice." His soft words fill my ears, stirring me from my sleep. I stretch out my muscles to release some of the stiffness, slightly opening my eyes to see Jimin, his cognac eyes paired with a small sleepy grin, looking down at me.

“I'm not sure on a time I'll be back though." He sat next to me, his hand gently rubbed circles on the exposed skin of my hip; he leaned down, hovering over me, his hand now making its way up my arm. His touch was warm, it sending a sense of security coursing through my bones. His agile fingertips brushed over my shoulder, tickling it's way up my neck, caressing it gently. He leaned down close to my ear, his light breath giving me a slight shiver.

"So don't wait up for me." His lips moved down my neck to leave a chaste kiss.

"I love you chimmie." I lifted my hand, trailing my fingers up his arm to wrap around the back of his head, leaving a loving, but sleepy kiss on his neck.

"I love you too, angel. Now get some rest." He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips. Before leaving the room, he smiled softly towards my figure, and then pulled the door up behind him, leaving the door slightly ajar. That was the one thing about him leaving, being alone in this big bed made me feel vulnerable—how was I supposed to sleep without him here?

As if on cue, a mew came from the foot of the bed.

"Hi, baby. How's my sweet girl doing?" Seren nuzzled her head against my hand, her purrs erupting from her chest. Jimin found out one night that I struggle sleeping alone so, the next day he came home with Seren. Her coat reminded me of the kitty he got to spend time with on set for his Serendipity video, which ended up giving her the name of Seren. I ended up falling back into my slumber with her curled against my chest.

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A string of meows and mews brought me back out of my slumber.

Every. Time. It never fails.

"May I help you?" I mumbled into my pillow, not even bothering to look up to know she is asking to be fed.

"Meow!" Finally looking at her, she instantly started to purr, boring into me with her ivy colored eyes.

"I might as well get up." I huffed, sad to be leaving the cloud like softness of the bed. I slipped on my slippers to pad the floor, making my daily trip to the kitchen to feed our feline child. After grabbing my coffee for the morning, I ran myself a relaxing bath using my sweet green tea bath bomb to give me an extra boost.

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What to wear for the day....... Something I can do house chores in and that is also comfy. I ended up grabbing a white cotton t-shirt and some black shorts that were the slightest bit too short to wear around guests.

"Now, where did it go?" Rummaging through Jimin's many shirts and jackets, I was looking for one thing in particular, my favorite yellow and black plaid flannel of his. I dug around for a few more moments, soon my fingers gripping the plaid fabric, pulling it from the hanger. I slipped my arms through the sleeves then clutched it close to me, taking in the lingering aroma of his cologne.

"I'm already tired and I haven't even started..." I let out a sigh before walking to the laundry room and starting the washer.

"Alexa, shuffle main playlist."

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I made my way to the kitchen to start my final task, the dishes. I grabbed the soap as I turned the water on, the lemon scent permeating the air around me. Seren rubs against the back of my legs, letting out her usual calls for attention before laying down in a sun spot on the floor. As I shut off the water, the sound of an abrupt whistle caught my attention as DNA started, the raspy, melodic sounds flowed from the speaker as Taehyung sang the intro. This song never fails to pull me out of any funk, I also can't help but to sing along, which is exactly what I did. Starting to bop around, I belted out the notes for Hobi's part as soon as he took the lead. Right as the chorus was kicking off, a pair of hands move around my waist from behind, running over the band of my shorts. I stopped singing due to jumping in surprise, only to be pulled into the muscular embrace I've been waiting for since they left me this morning. The warm scent of his cologne filling the air around us drawing a smile from my lips,

"You know, you look pretty hot in plaid." He whispered, his bottom lip grazing my earlobe,leaving a sweet kiss behind it. Turning around in his hold, I was greeted by his squishy smile I grew to love.

"I thought you weren't coming back till later. You scared the shit out of me." I lightly smack his chest, but released a smile of my own.

"We got done early today so, they let us go home. I even messaged you that I was heading home, but I can see now that you were occupied." He smirked down at me, letting a cute giggle slide past his lips.

"You know I get hyped when my boys come on." Standing up on my tiptoes, I kissed the tip of his nose before turning back around to dip my hands back into the water to finish the dishes. That didn't stop Jimin from clutching onto me more, he left little pecks along the back of my neck, massaging my shoulders from the tension I built up throughout the day. A quiet moan left my lips causing him to smirk against my skin, I leaned my head back against his shoulder, forgetting the dishes.

"I came home early, yet you won't pay attention to me." He nudged my head to the side a bit to give himself the advantage of my sensitive skin. Gentle kisses were pressed into my skin, them soon turning into love bites, his lips gingerly sucking on the spot.

"I would be done by now if you weren't distracting me." Letting out a pleasant sigh, I brought my hand up to tangle them in his thick locks, gently raking my nails over his scalp to show two can play this game.

"Come on babe. I'll finish them later. Let's enjoy this time while we can." He's cute when he whines, wins me over every time.

"Meoow."

"See, even Seren agrees. I know you definitely can't say no to this cuteness." He picked her up, rubbing his face into her soft coat.

"How can I say no to these faces." I ran my fore finger under his chin in a teasing way, walking towards the living room. Seren fell from his arms as he reached to grasp onto my waist, spinning me around, and then pulling me towards him by his flannel,

"I'm your favorite though... Right?"

"Of course babe." A loving smile formed on my lips as I admired how sweet and innocent he truly was. I cupped his face, soothing the nerves and Jimin leaned into my touch, holding on to my wrist as if to secure me, leaving small kisses,

"Now, how about we go finish that series."

"As long as you wear my clothes, we can do anything you please." He smirked while winking, sending a smack to my ass then walking past me for the other room

A/N: I did write this story before but I revised it and I personally like this better.

[angelofthenightposts]

Feel it still. // Ch.2

Series Masterlist. | My Masterlist.

“I don’t think Sam likes me.” You take a sip of your beer and reach out to bowl on the coffee table to grab a handful of popcorn. Steve takes his eyes off from the TV for a second; he arches his left eyebrow at your sudden opinion before taking a sip from his bottle.

“Don’t take him to the heart, he likes you. He just, he has a little trouble in getting along with women, that’s all. “

You have just come home after your shift and found Steve watching the old baseball game in the living room, even though it is pretty late considering it’s a weekday. You changed your clothes into comfy sweatpants and an old t-shirt before joining him on the couch. It is a little over a week since you moved in, and knock on wood it’s all great. Steve is the first person you became friends with as expected. He is a polite, thoughtful, and decent man, and you have no reason not to like him. On the other hand, Sam is still at the phase of ignoring your presence.

“If you say so… Oh god, the dead pixels on the TV screen are killing me.”

You love the place, you really do, but the thing is a few things are old. For example, on the second day you finished moving in, you had a little incident at the shower and the only person to save you from stuck valve was Bucky. All day of him messing you wasn’t enough apparently.  It was Saturday, your day off and you found Bucky in the kitchen eating cornflakes as you left your room to grab a cup of coffee. You would rot in hell if you kept lying that you didn’t like him; you had always a thing for a man like him, mysterious, a bit flirty. But you didn’t want to risk everything out just for your biological time. Everything was normal until he asked you if you liked what you see; until that point you weren’t aware that you were staring at his body, it was impossible not to; his bare chest looked so good to ignore it in the first place. But just to avoid any uncomfortable situation, you teased him that he wasn’t your type; his laugh was enough to let you know he didn’t believe you. The thing that frustrated you the most was his nickname for you. No matter how many times you asked him not to call you, angel, he didn’t stop.

“We need to get a new TV.” You nod as you try to find a more comfortable position in your seat and not to miss the game at the same time, baseball is never your thing but watching with Steve is always fun. With key clicking and door shutting, you both look over your shoulders. Bucky throws his keys into a corner and walks towards you. For a second he stands still as if he can’t decide where to sit, you shake your head no, he shouldn’t sit next to you, your side of the couch is barely enough for you.

He lifts your legs up and sits down on the couch. When you roll your eyes and try to sit up Bucky catches your ankle with his left hand. “It’s okay, angel, stretch your legs.”

Steve doesn’t take his gaze away from you two; he is surprised that his childhood friend came home tonight. It’s 02.20; he usually spends the night with the women he met at the parties. Bucky, while drawing circles on your soft skin, notices Steve’s curious eyes and shrugs. “I didn’t get much pleasure at the party.”

“Do you mean you didn’t get pleasure from the party or the women at the party?” you ask him with a grin on your face and take your bottle to your lips. Bucky doesn’t answer you but it’s clear that he is happy to find someone who likes to mess with people as much as he does. He reaches for your hand and pulls the cold bottle to himself. You watch him taking a big sip of it, “Dude, there is literally a bottle in front of you.”

He shrugs again and tells you something about being more delicious this way.  You got used to his flirty mood because you know, he could flirt with anyone, and it is not that special. You turn your eyes back at the screen, trying to ignore the slight touches on your legs. It feels so good, you’re a sucker for featherlike touches; you find it hard to keep your eyes open as his index finger draws another circle.  

“I think, I’m going to head out to sleep, it was so tiring tonight. Good night, fellas.” You are unaware of two pairs of eyes that stared at your body as you stand up and walk to your bedroom.  The tattoo, which is seen because of your shorts, attracts the attention of both men and it looks like a masterpiece on your skin.

“This girl will be a cause of my death.” Bucky in surprise looks away from you, he has never thought that his friend would be bold to say that.

“Yeah, mine too. But don’t forget our deal. No funny business. ” he warns Steve, as the green-eyed monster called jealousy tries to take control over his body.

//xxx//

It is the next day, you are in your bedroom, and getting ready to go out; you and Michela are going to meet for a cup of coffee. And suddenly you hear a curse coming from the living room, it is nothing unusual, the guys love cursing at things they can’t change or take control over. After putting your keys and your smartphone in the bag, you notice that it’s Steve’s voice, and a couple of seconds later other two join him. You leave the room to see what it’s about and find them standing in front of the TV. Sam is staring blankly at the black wire he holds in the air while Steve and Bucky are removing the TV from the wall. "Um, what’s going on here?”

“It’s gone; we have to buy a new one.” If they decide to get a big, high-quality TV like this one, you would have to eat your shoe for the next week. But you can’t just tell them that, it’s way too embarrassing for you so you try to find another way.

“Nope, we don’t; we just have to get one from somewhere.” As the three men look at you with confused expressions, you grab Steve’s car keys and throw them at him, “Come on, we need to hurry before she comes back.”

 "So your big plan is going to your old apartment and stealing TV? “ You unbuckle your seatbelt and look out the window after Steve parks his car in front of your old place. It feels weird, it’s been only one week since you moved out but the place feels foreign. You roll your eyes at Sam as you look back over your left shoulder.

"I am not stealing it; I am just taking it back. I bought it a few months ago with my own money, and I won’t let that bitch use it. "

"It sounds dangerous to me.”Steve joins in the conversation as he turns off the ignition, his eyes meet with Sam’s at the rearview mirror.

“No, it’s not. All we have to do is to get off the car, take the TV and drive back. But if you don’t have the balls to do this, wait for me in the car. "You step out of the car and begin to walk to the entrance of the building. You want to look back to check if your friends are behind. They can’t really be that scared to send you up alone, can they?

"Wait for us!”You see them running towards the elevator; Bucky is the first one to reach you and Steve and Sam after him, grunting.

"I know you wouldn’t let me do this all by myself. But we can’t all go up, someone has to watch out. Bucky, you come with me. Steve, wait for us in the car, I want you to be ready if we have to drive away. And Sam, you let me know if Maria comes back." It feels like a scene from bank robbery movies and you all nod each other excitingly.

"Well, I don’t know what Maria looks like.” Sam stops the sliding door of the elevator once he realizes the problem.

“Let me know if some blond, faint-hearted bitch comes.”

    Bucky and you are in front of the door, he asks you what you are waiting for but quickly you shush him. The moment you hear a voice, you are all out.  But there is nothing so, with the pleasure of justifying that Maria isn’t at home, you push the key into the hole and open the door.

“Oh god, someone is dead.” At first, you laugh at Bucky’s reaction but your eyes are also burning with the disgusting smell. The place is a mess; the health department is probably on its way to shut it down. “Is that a condom? I thought your roommate is gay." You grimace after a glance at the used object that Bucky points at the floor. You suppress the desire to open the window and fill the inside with fresh air and you point to the television.

"Come on; help me get the cables out.” You quickly take an action but look up when Bucky stands still and does nothing to help you.  He is staring at you, you basically kneel before him and he looks so intimidating. He rubs his chin with his finger and grins at you, you know he’s about to comment something naughty but you stop him arching an eyebrow.

“You’re gonna break it, let me.” He kneels next to you and you watch Bucky pulling the cables out of the sockets by one by. He is as muscular and big as Steve; his thick arms seem to tear his white t-shirt at any moment. Since he is so focused, his sharp white teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You finally take the TV and stand up but a voice stops you both, your phone in your pocket starts to buzz. You hear keys clicking and the door burst opens. Now, what are you supposed to? Maria folds her arms over her chest and gives you the look, the angry one.

  Steve hands you the ice bag and sits down on the couch, a worried look on his face. You gladly put it on your swollen eyebrow, biting your lip and sucking in a sharp breath with pain. You rest your head on the headrest and shut your eyes when Sam offers you help, you give him the ice. As he gently puts it back on your face, you cross your legs on the coffee table. “I still can’t believe you fought with that girl over a television.”

“If I wasn’t in shock, I would record all fight. It would be viral on YouTube. "You want to flip out Bucky; since you came back all he does is to tease you about your catfight with Maria. Sure you could’ve found a wise answer to tell him if you’re not so fucked up, but your all muscles are aching.

"I’m happy to have a nice new TV, though,” Steve says before going to the fridge and pulls out beers for everyone. He hands you one after opening it for you, you realize even Sam isn’t so distant from you, it makes you smile.

“Is it strange that I still find you still sexy, despite your wounds and bruises?” If your eyes aren’t closed you would’ve rolled your eyes at Bucky, but instead of that you just snort.

“Dude, you have to get laid immediately. You are acting like a horny teenager. And it’s creepy because you are 26 years old man.” Sam tells his friend and you all agree.

[tumblunni]

Also it still makes me Super Sad to know they were at one point considering giving Viera a similar remake to the Mithra and having them be a both genders race with like.. actual normal people and it being the player’s choice if you wanted to wear sexy armour or not. Seriously i hate ‘they are sexy race’ as a concept for a ‘culture’, it’s like finding the planet of everyone has the same job in some star wars thing, except the creepy version...

Tho also these more ‘sexy race’ designs for them still work MILES better than FF12 when they have sexualized dudes too! Apparantly this concept evolved into (ugh) the Au’Ra, so you can kinda see here how they decided to go ‘nah, extra buff power fantasy dudes and even more over the top fanservice women that also look 12′ instead of like.. fanservice kind of muscly man, at least... :( srsly he looks like that sexy armour guy they censored in that spinoff game or that sexy armour they censored for Ringabel yet nobody seemed to care and instead whined about 1 singular additional belt being added on the sexy costume for girls T_T why do the worst of the worst internet douchebros always throw a fit at the slightest bit of equal ass for all??

wow this ended up going into a big ol lol image heavy post so lets have a cut!

also this sexualized lady armour at least has a different and visually interesting design, and they were thinking of more hairstyles too! like the FF12 viera were even more bad for how they all looked like the same person in 1-3 minor variants of the same xenomorph lookin metal thong atrocity. (and like.. one robe model for npcs that somehow managed to still sexualize a robe?? wtf?? leav whit mag alon)

Another beta viera design that just appeals to me a lot, somehow! I think its the interesting idea of having a fully furred head and then just a quiff of human hair on the top, it feels more like an actual animal man instead of a human in cosplay. Same for the idea of them having big black cute button eyes!

Also look at these other really cool designs for different beast races, even stuff thats not based on anything we’ve ever seen before It’s hard to believe that the Au’ra were even conceived as a ‘beast race’ concept, like holy fuck it should be illegal to throw out 47 Actual Designs and just go with Human Again But More Fanservice...

also they made this april fools thing as a fake Au’Ra reveal and like... it doesnt say much good about your designers when this could legit pass as real like the joke here is apaprantly just that Sexy Bangaa looks ugly, not that having a race with a monsterish man and a sexy lady is a dumb idea, cos they just went ahead and did it anyway...

the au’ra concept art shows pretty much EXACTLY the same ‘sexy bangaa’ principle and I’m glad they at least fuckin toned it down to the man having AN ACTUAL HUMAN FACE, even if its also a lazy fuckin design change. i’d be so fuckin mad if we got a legit cool only-nonhumanoid-race-in-the-game and it was men only!

also like Wow, I am actually getting excited about just the same super tiny demure unfitting lady to a massive man except Less Sexualized And More Magical/Ethereal ...unless that isnt meant to be a dragon familiar but actually another design for the men or something, that’d be going WAY too far! XD

Hello Welcome To Bottom Of The Barrel With Bunni, wouldnt it have been nice if the weird succubus-y ladies like.. looked in their 20s or something i am actually advocating for big fanservice titties cos it would be 99% less disturbing than the same damn camera angles on a ‘childish’ design... also seriously 99% normal fanservice lady with bigass actual monster horns on top would be better than same thing sans the horns

oh sorry they do have ‘horns’ but they look like fuckin this

and i fuckin can’t even.. i jsut fuckin... they don’t even let us have THE MOST BASIC TINY BEASTIE THINGS! why does it bug me so much that male au ra get to have black schelera along with the black horns like even this super minimal actual dragon trait isn’t allowed?? even when removing it makes no sense?? even when its supposed to be a nationality indicator in-universe cos you put a really nice amount of worldbuilding into each ‘race’ having actually two races of sun and moon based designs. which are EXACTLY THE FUCKIN SAME FOR FEMALE AU’RA, seriously why not just make horn colour an option in the editor then... actually is this a thing that has ever existed in any real world country, is there a place where men have [visual trait] and women don’t? I mean aside from like.. cultural or religious outfits, where only one gender’s is different to the west but its not like the west is default anyway lol. But seriously imagine EYE COLOUR! Imagine if blue eyes only happened to american men and like.. american women couldn’t have blonde hair and all looked identical to.. I dunno.. west indian women. Just a whole country where dudes have all the abstract concept of ‘race’ and the women don’t. That’s how nonsense it seems when you make a fantasy species where only the women look human!

tho also i’m still pissed off too that the human nationality thing actually comes with a different body build (FOR DUDES AT LEAST) and different hairstyles and starting outfit, instead of only a colour change. it stands out a lot that they only did this for their first attempt at the concept. also it makes male au-ra make even less sense cos you can already have a muscle human and an even more muscle human who has a dumb ogre face and also elf men are muscular somehow and you kinda only have miquote if you wanna be a skinny dude.. or even just an average dude...

also it kinda sucks that you can’t turn off or choose anything about the weirdly complicated scale patterns on their neck and upper arms only. like why is that even there except to be like ‘hey we did the bare minimum to be considered a dragon’...

ALSO LIKE EVEN MORE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL I would have STILL been happier if we got this fuckin terrible fanservice lady design but she at least had ears and claws as well as we-say-its-horns-but-it-looks-like-cute-hair-decs. like seriously throw me a fuckin bone here, give them SOMETHING to justify the ‘beast race’ category... also did i mention that its really fuckin stupid how they did the worldbuilding too? these guys are meant to be nomads and warriors yet the women look like this. its just.. never explained. its just that all the Lore applies to the dudes and the women are just for ~cyooooot anime girl who does the stubborn kiddy pose with her tits hanging out~ (SERIOUSLY THEIR ANIMATION SET IS REALLY CHILDLIKE AND ITS SO CREEPY! theyre like the sex appeal of miquote with the lalafell animations...)

seriously holy shit looking at this pic makes them it look like dads taking their daughters to soccer practise like seriously fuckin christ

and ALSO on top of fuckin everything else we get to see they even had designs for the same creepy loli fanservice ladies but if they had Some Sort Of Actual Unique Features and Cool Aesthetic Choice like wtf you even abanded like 40 cool horn designs and just gave them plain gross triangles in only one of two colour choices... T_T also like.. that loli lady at least gets to wear an actual gothic lolita fashion style, and i love the aesthetic of armor plates hanging as accessories on a non armour outfit. Do they jingle like windchimes? or does this mean Au’ra were meant to be fully scaled below the neck, so this kinda IS a skimpy outfit but you cant tell? XD

Also l kinda like this aesthetic of this other equally lame and super humanoid design with overly sexualized females. Like i dunno if this is just shading but if they actually had this colourscheme it would be super distinctive! And it reminds me of amarant’s trance form, The Amazing Battle Banana Hammock. Even if it also suffers from the same problem of technically showing a man in a skimpy costume but like his design is supposed to be monsterous and badass instead so it still doesnt deliver the same as the female equivelant. The top left version could kinda be a fanservice guy but like.. only if he was naked like that? like drawing someone in a style that’s supermodel body shape and has giant boob outlines and super sexualized poses and doesn’t look monsterous despite being a monster and ET CETERA, that’s what we mean about a character design being sexualized rather than just sexy. If you put some pants to cover this guy’s impressive bulge then he’d just be another scary boss guy. I mean Ifrit is a nearly naked guy with horns in every damn game but he’s very VERY rarely sexualized! The FFXV version is like the first damn time, except when we had a female version of him. It sucks cos ifreeta has a pretty damn cool design but still its really weird how she’s so much more humanoid and has attention drawn to her having boobs in a way they never did with ifrit’s constantly-on-display pecs and loincloth... Man why is it so hard to explain these weird nuances of how people draw ‘topless monster’ characters like this? its like they go out of their way to try and backpedal on the fact they made a topless guy. he can show more skin but its supposed to be less appealing by the artist, thus its less offensive cos it isnt boxing a character into this one sexualized role while the plot says ‘no, they’re a monster, honest!’ YKNOW?? god am i making ANY sense here? XD

nakey man, not meant to be arousing to audience

nakey lady, suddenly just because she’s ‘the lady version’ she looks like this

the same nakey man, redesigned, this time indeed meant to be just as sexy

and like it sucks that there aren’t many good examples of nakey ladies who ARENT meant to be arousing in this series cos I mean that lady ifrit design is so much more sexualized despite being in a chibi art style game for kids?? this was really not the right time or place!

Also it sucks that ‘is nakey’ is a common trait of monster man characters, because well there’s been an established history of dudes being topless and you’re not meant to be aroused. So then whenever they try and make ‘monster man race’ they go for a topless dude and are like ‘then the woman needs to be topless too!’ except the only way they can draw them is sexy??? except its like a false premise to begin with, you can totally make a beast race that isn’t topless, you guys! or even a beast race that isn’t buff, so you don’t need to be all ‘what’s the female equivelant of buff? oh yeah, sexy!’. or, yknow, just draw a buff woman. it could work... or like just have neither and make a beast creature that’s supposed to be cute or mysterious or comical or whatever.

completely random moment of interjection to say that nu mou are pretty neat

Actually, FFTA’s version of the ivalice races was pretty good about this, aside from the dumb thing of ‘theyre all male except viera, and just coincidentally viera are the only humanoid and sexualized race’. (Tho it was funny that somehow they accidentally made all humans male only too??)

Also another reason the Au’ra’s version of fanservice bothers me more than the simple option to wear a bikini as both genders for every other race: like none of them are DESIGNED FROM THE GROUND UP to be ‘they are all biologically born in an idealized supermodel shape and also look twenty years younger than they really are and also all culturally do j-pop poses for fuckin everything’. Even if you picked the sexy catgirls and catboys race you can choose to play a perfectly covered up version of either. And none of their animation sets or voice lines were inherantly fanservicey. Thats kinda what bugs me more than the Au’ra’s designs, its that they’re all ~uguuu senpai~ anime fanservice lady poses and squeaky voices even if you make their design not sexualized in the customizer. Even tho like.. at least a character in full armour doing j-pop poses is kinda funny/cute, so that’s one consolation. But couldnt you have just made them simple emotes for all the characters instead? I WANNA SEE IDOL ROEGADYN OMG :D

ANYWAY UHH BACK ON TOPIC

we almost got a dreadlocks hairstyle? That looks cool

ok.. okay.. I’m done Okay I’m Done sorry i just saw these concept art pics and got really fuckin wistful for what we could have had...