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Here you can spot the normally elusive sneople( snake people) as they scream about their need to scrape off the full skin shed they produce each day, while some are able to simple to pull it off in a single large piece here we see demonstrated how many must work diligently to slough off their shed.
wait i’m experiencing white people culture shock on tiktok again
please rb i can’t believe this is real
#no but for real some of yall are insane#how do you remove the stubborn dirt from your skin????#im sorry are you rolling in mudd on the daily or clay perhaps??????#like yea for the most part i only ever need to remove sweat and/or oil from my skin which hands with soap are perfectly capable of doing#that said i tend to alternate between using a sea spong a wash cloth and my hands(bar or gel) depending on the day#sponge if i want extra lather#cloth if i need extra scrub#hands if im being lazy/quick/simple#always figured the legit luffas were for specifically like ~fancy~ scrubbing™ (like using sugar scrub)#and the plasitic ones are annoying on about 6 different levels on top of being a horrible waste of plastic
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Can we get an eclipse King's continuation does y/n wake up?
Eclipse Kings
Part Two: Barbed Dusk
(Part One: Mountain Monkeys) (Part Two: You Are Here) (Part Three: Wild Dawn)
(Extra One)
(You are a ragged little thing, unfit for luxury or lavishness. “Thankfully”, Macaque sees to curating your hygiene.)
They are covered in scars.
The Six-Eared Macaque; golden eyes dimmed in frustration and impatience, is now bereft of his crown. It had borne him a striking silhouette, each wicked spike on the circlet fashioned from gold.
You could not have known it yourself, and the shadowy king would never admit it to one whom he deigned a necessary pest as most, but… he had commissioned it only a week after losing his beloved Xiaotian.
With tear-stained cheeks and gouges torn into his fur from constant scraping, the simian had wobbled down from the mountain and into the nearest smithy, then threw down a glittering heap of golden coins. His only request had been; spoken brokenly, for “something that would hurt”.
The blacksmith had been hesitant at first. The request was unusual—not for the opulence offered, for he had forged again and again petty trinkets to sooth a lord’s ego. No, it was the pain. The simian’s trembling voice and sunken eyes spoke of a sorrow too vast to comprehend, but the blacksmith had seen enough grief bite down any questions. Instead, he had worked through the night, the rhythm of hammer on gold ringing out in the silence, a somber requiem for the monkey’s fresh loss.
So the blacksmith had fashioned him a twisted crown from that heap of treasure, taking what little was left as payment after beating the metal into a branching circlet that splintered out into harsh thorns, then plated it with rhodium to darken and reinforce the malleable gold underneath.
“It’ll hurt,” the man had reminded him, touching the crown only with his thickest gloves.
The look in Macaque’s eyes had told him enough- “I want it to,” spoken through his hollow eyes and gaunt frame and torn fur, but left unsaid on trembling lips.
And Macaque had taken it with his bare hands, punishing his treacherous fingers for “allowing” his son to slip through them.
He had not allowed his agony to end there.
The sharp tips bit into his scalp, drawing thin rivulets of crimson that trailed through inky fur, leaving raw furrows through its heartless embrace. He hadn’t winced or cried or paused, instead pressing it down further and further, lips curling into a grimace that might have once been a smile, his heart brittle and sharp like fractured glass.
It would hurt, but never as much as losing his son.
An unassailable grief, incapable of transmutation into vengeance or betterment.
Until you.
Until you had wandered into their stately pagoda, wandering through the lavish halls and snatching their food, leaving the trail of an all too familiar scent in your wake.
Until you had ran from them in fright as so many had years ago, twisting through woods just as jagged and thorned as the crown that Macaque had finally pried from his forehead, smashed and discarded at the empty grave they had fashioned for their found son.
You had led them back to him.
That thought alone keeps Macaque’s hands gentle as he lathers a thick sponge with fragrant soap, wetting it and rolling the squashy corpse* against your forearms.
His mate, holding his own sponge, tends to your legs with a manic smile- it hasn’t dropped even after a full night of sloppy celebration and utter destruction. Every last little memorial and shrine they had created now lay in pieces around the pagoda, only sparing what little the prince himself would have use for- the clothes and toys they had left on these altars as gifts that would have been now resided in the boy’s room-
“It’s Y/N’s room, too,” the little one had insisted, forcing them to make arrangements appropriate for both a demon toddler and a mortal… whatever age you were. Folding screens and an extra mat.. but nothing else. Not from malice, though- they simply hadn’t quite learned what else to put in “your” room.
There was no need to separate what was his from what was yours- you simply didn’t have anything at all. Every little luxury you had accumulated in that muddy rattrap was all for your brother.
The boy’s bed, piled high with plush animals and soft quilts, had been eagerly pushed closer to yours, left with “only” a few pillows and a single blanket as he excitedly prepared to sleep in warmth and safety for the first time in years.
(Only was not a word you knew. There was no “only” in the life of one who owned nothing.)
“You had enough of a nap on the way here,” Sun Wukong sighs. “So stay awake a little longer. We can’t let you go to bed filthy or injured.”
You want to protest. To scream and cry and plead for them to take their hands off of you, to let you return to that familiar; if squalid, hovel, to let you- and your brother- go back to the only home either of you had ever known.
But words die on your chapped lips, too exhausted to be parted for begging.
You just lay there in the tub, head held aloft by one of Wukong’s muscled hands, completely incapable of moving or protesting. You just… sit there, and accept the reluctant doting.
MK (“Qi Xiaotian”), the kings and all their soldiers and maids say. You don’t think there’ll ever be a moment that you’re used to that. ) sits next to the tub with worry in his little black eyes, trying his hardest to focus on the book he was gifted by his fathers- hand-drawn pictures of him decorate each page, detailing his growth from baby to toddler. Supposedly it would “stir his memory”, but the effort seemed futile- he had simply been too young to remember anything before you.
Neither of you were truly “home” in this pagoda, no matter how they tried to push you into believing that.
MK would adjust, definitely. He would come to enjoy plush toys and doting maids and loving fathers, ample food and warm water. He could grow to love silk pillowcases and wool blankets. He could grow to love warm halls and loving fathers.
He hadn’t lived like you had. No, MK had spent his time safely inside that wretched dump, playing with whatever toys you could scrounge for him, chasing little bugs and cooing at the occasional rabbit or squirrel that came in for shelter.
This was going to be harder for you.
The warmth of the water feels unfamiliar, outright alien in its softness . You are too used to icy streams that prick at your skin, the dry rasp of dirt and grime. Here, the milky water cradles you like a cloud.
Help.
You are being helped .
And you know what that means. Help comes at a cost. A leering smile from a vendor who would try and tail you through the woods. A begrudging shove of stale bread into your hands after a trade. Mumbled curses about a “pest” under the breath of a housewife giving you a chunk of too-ripe fruit.
What price will this cost?
The thought churns uneasily in your gut as Sun Wukong tilts your head upward, his golden eyes studying your face. They gleam like the sun, but there is no warmth for you.
(Not yet.)
They’re calculating, cataloging each bruise, each scrape. Every pale white line scarred deep and unremovable. The truth of agony is plain on your skin, a map of suffering written in purples, blues, and scabbed reds.
It does not miss him that his son is, in turn, totally unblemished.
Admiration without love. Gratitude without familiarity. Respect without want.
You have done him a greater favor than any other being could provide- you are owed praise and repayment, that much the vaunted kings know.
You are deliverance from grief and agony and a haunting eternity of wondering “what could I have done to save him?”.
But you are not his child.
The golden king’s hands are steady as he finishes rinsing the soap from your hair, the last traces of filth swirling down into the bathwater, which drains into a little bamboo pipe leading outside.
One of them, you don’t care to see which, wraps a towel around you. It smells faintly of mint and ginseng- things the rich put in their soaps and lotions.
The silence stretches, broken only by the soft lapping of water and the occasional creak of the tub as one of them shifts. You think you should feel safer in this moment, surrounded by warmth and covered neck to ankle, but the unease still roils in your stomach, a highly coiled spring just waiting to snap.
The unease is not lost on MK, who cuts through it like hot butter.
Y/N!” He cheerily calls, catching your attention. You turn your head slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. He’s holding the book up for you to see, a wide, gap-toothed grin plastered across his face. “Look! This is me! When I was a baby!”
The drawing he points to looks almost too real, imperceptible from reality aside from the lightly yellowed edges. An infant demon with wide, curious eyes, bundled in blankets, his tail peeking from the swaddle You glance at the page, then back to MK, who looks at you expectantly.
You don’t know what he wants you to say.
You don’t even want to speak.
But you manage a “It’s cute,” voice cracking from disuse. It’s the first thing you’ve said since they brought you here, and it feels strange. “ Very cute, kiddo.”
The silence grows tenser for your words, winding further through the room and forcing it into unease. And, like before, MK keeps going in spite of it.
“You’re gonna get sick if you don’t wear something warm,” MK fussed, tugging on the towel with one little paw. “You need to put some clothes on! And you need something to drink!”
“Your Baba can get them something to wear,” Wukong coos, tapping one clawed finger against his son’s rosy snout. “The maids sewed up some nice clothes for the two of you.”
“Moonlight, if you’ll get the paste, I’ll run and grab what they made.”
Macaque nods and releases you to sit alone on the floor, turning to scrounge through his lavish cabinets, each one stocked with a costly product that you couldn’t put a name to, paired to a price that would make your eyes water if you heard it spoke aloud.
You sit motionless on the tiles, towel wrapped tightly around your bruised shoulders. The plush fabric is too heavy, too soft. It’s not comforting—it’s suffocating. Every nerve in your body screams at you to run , but… to where? To what ? There’s no dirty stream to lose your scent in, no puddle of mud to smear yourself with for camouflage. There is no place left but here .
As you think on escapes, Macaque’s shadow coils- like a wispy vein of smoke- along the floor, and for a moment, you swear it’s alive, flickering toward you like a snake.
But you blink and then it is still, unshifting and steady.
You don’t imagine things often. You can’t bring yourself to think that this was one of those rare circumstances.
…he’s even more dangerous than you had believed, and with that dawning revelation a little spark of hope is squashed in your chest.
The sable king turns to you with two glads jars, both smelling of fresh herbs even through their seals. One he sets on the wooden rim of the bathtub, and the other he brings to you- the contents glow from within, faintly white and luminescent, as though moonlight itself had been processed and bottled.
“This is going to sting,” the king warns, dipping his claws into the glittering paste to scrape out a generous, gelatinous lump. “But it’ll keep you from getting infections.”
Everything hurts, and you are tired. So, so very tired that your eyes smear the colors of the world all around, incapable of perceiving fine details. All the embroidery of Macaque’s kingly robe, purple and black and silver, blend into a dark blob as he approaches, as he kneels, peels away the top of the robe, and begins to smear the paste across your upper body.
The searing sting is immediate , sharp enough to make you gasp, breath catching in your throat. It feels like fire crawling across your skin, burning out the grime and decay that had wormed under your flesh. It hurts, worse than icy waters soaking your feet in winter, worse than all the hounds that bit at your heels as you leapt fences, worse than all the beatings you had taken when your thieving was thwarted.
Throughout all your life, only one thing has brought worse pains- hunger. But even that feels like a distant memory now, boiled away by the sensation of prickling, running through your skin in a steady march.
Macaque pulls away with a little huff, shrugging his shoulders as you twitch and writhe in place.
“Be grateful. That stuff costs an eye and a half.”
It’s strikingly casual for a demon of his status, speaking almost like a…
Maybe he had spoken like this to MK once.
Maybe he was settling back into it, with his son back, and simply didn’t think to harshen his tone with you, given his preoccupation with unscrewing the second jar.
“This is something we’ve been trying to spread in that mortal village of yours- a paste blend to scrub teeth with. Mint, ginseng, and some rock salt…”
“…why, um. Why is it… why just for mortals and not demons, too?”
“Yaoguai grow their teeth back once they’re damaged- doesn’t matter if they rot out or get snapped. A new one grows in after the old. Mortals need to take care of what they’ve got. So one of our, ugh “Sworn Brothers”- with a real soft spot for squishy little mortals - worked to make this stuff with another of our “brothers”. He even gave us a crate for our own citizens.”
“…he seems nice,” you remark, thinking on the existence such a benevolent immortal. “I hear most demons just eat mortals.”
“Most yaoguai do,” he snaps, eye twitching at the term you used. “And those yaoguai have tried to break into our village before, and my mate has always protected all of you, even before I came in and married him. Now we protect all of you from yaoguai together.”
(…if he weren’t twice your size and equipped with claws and fanged canines, you might’ve seen fit to call him something mean.)
“Now, open your mouth.”
“…excuse me?”
“It’s an herbal paste. For your mouth. You wet it with clean water and scrub it over your teeth- it scrapes out filth, and there’s not much else you brought with you into our pagoda.”
“Hmm, almost like I didn’t bring shit because-“
Snapping through the air like a whip, he interjects with a snarled- “Language .”
Macaque’s eyes are narrow, golden irises flickering with a dangerous edge that makes your stomach churn. He leans closer, looming over you, and you’re suddenly reminded - and quite vividly- of the disparity in your sizes, in your positions. His shadow shifts, darker, heavier, wrapping around your silhouette in a way that feels utterly suffocating .
Your mouth clamps shut instinctively, a primal reaction to the unspoken threat. A dozen instincts claw at you: run, fight, scream—but there’s nowhere to run, no fight you can win, nothing. So, you simply sit there, jaw tight, avoiding his gaze, your whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
The shadow king exhales sharply through his nose and leans back, his oppressive presence retreating as he composes himself. When he speaks again, his tone is quieter, though still sharp enough to make you flinch.
“You’ve had it rough,” he says, somewhat reluctantly. “I get it. But you’re under our roof now. Which means you obey our rules. Watch your tongue, brat.”
Submission is a bitter taste you’ve rarely sampled- rare is it that you lie down and grudgingly accept a losing lot. But there is no choice now- he is stronger, faster, smarter. You have lost without even making a move.
“You haven’t been here a day, and you’re already biting a hand that hasn’t had time to feed you.”
“I didn’t ask to be here”, is what you want to say, to scream about the unfairness of being ripped away from a home that you were at least familiar with… but you’ve been cowed, and thus, simply open your mouth.
Reluctantly, you open your mouth.
“Good,” he says, his tone softer now, though still carrying that edge of command. He dips a soft-bristled tool you hadn’t noticed before into the herbal paste and scrapes up a small amount, before lightly dipping it into a small jar of water, then maneuvers that unfamiliar tool into your mouth with some small measure of gentleness.
The first bristles touch your teeth, and the sensation is strange. Foreign. Not painful, exactly, but intrusive. You flinch, more out of instinct than anything else, and Macaque pauses, his eyes narrowing just slightly.
“It won’t hurt. Or taste bad. Azure made sure none of this would be unpleasant for a mortal.”
You try to nod, though it’s awkward with the tool in your mouth. Macaque takes it as a cue to continue, brushing your teeth with a deliberate circular rhythm. long. But, true to his word, the paste doesn’t sting or leave an acrid aftertaste- instead, it’s cool and herbal, with a faint sweetness from the mint. The bristles tickle more than anything, and after a moment, your teeth start to feel… bare.
Stripped of grit and mud. Of moldy leftovers and bits of sand.
The grime that’s been built up after years of poor living is stripped like bark is peeled from a tree, in that all that is left under the coating is a smooth, soft white. The sensation is uncomfortable in its newness, leaving your mouth feeling raw and exposed. Your tongue darts along the surface of your teeth, licking again and again at the lack of filth.
“There,” Macaque huffs, pulling back as he dips the brush into a bowl of water to rinse it clean. “Clean enough that you don’t have an excuse for getting sick.”
You swallow thickly, avoiding his gaze. You don’t feel like thanking him. Not after everything.
Instead, you glance toward MK, who’s still engrossed in his book. He’s watching you through the corner of his eye, waiting for some kind of signal. You don’t know what he expects from you—a smile? A reassurance?
It seems like you’re as much a stranger to him as he is to you, despite your efforts to keep him safe all these years.
A demon prince hailing from the kings of Flower Fruit Mountain, heir to the throne.
To you, he had only ever been a sweet little brother.
Did you realty know him at all?
The thought alone is too much.
The warmth of the bath, the suffocatingly tight towel, the newness of your teeth, the watchful eyes of a being so much stronger than you. It’s all too much. You sit down and draw your knees up to your chest, clutching the towel tightly, a silent plea for space that you will not receive.
The tension in the air again grows palpable, but before it can thicken further, the golden king reappears, his arrival announced by the clink of glittering beads against tile. Sun Wukong strides in with a bundle of neatly folded clothes in hand, his gaze flicking between you and Macaque.
“I can take over from here, moonlight.”
#Platonic Yandere#Yandere Lego Monkie Kid#Yandere LMK#Yandere Sun Wukong#Yandere Macaque#MK#Monkiefam#Eclipse Kings#Not The Beloved#3k
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I have randomly gotten the urge to write some showering/bathing tips for those who would like to have them. This info is not universal for every tip given everyone is different but take what you need. Note that this is not meant to shame anyone that doesn't know any of these! It is just useful for those who were never told about some of this stuff.
HAIR:
• When using shampoo, make sure you are really using those fingers to scrub your scalp. You basically want to be lowkey scratching at it (not TOO hard though) to get any skin or funk out of there that wouldn't rinse off on it's own. It can also get oily down by the roots.
• If your hair is thick like mine is, you might need to rinse the first round of shampoo and then apply a second round. Use this second round to be sure that the hair doesn't feel like it has any leftover grease in it anywhere. Rinse after and tbh if you hair still feels greasy after that, repeat again or look into a specialty shampoo for grease (no offense, of course, but for your own sake)!
• If you struggle with dry scalp or dandruff but still want to use your own scents, in my experience it works fine to use a dandruff shampoo on the first round and then a scented shampoo on the follow-up round. If you don't want to do two rounds of shampoo, then use a dandruff shampoo and follow up with a scented conditioner.
• Don't use too much conditioner! You want to work it through the hair to untangle it if needed, and cover it. You don't need to scrub it into your scalp or anything, so just focus on the hair.
• After you finish using conditioner make sure you rinse it out COMPLETELY. Leaving any shampoo or conditioner on your head can dry out your scalp and make things more oily.
• If you shower daily it's okay to wash your hair every other day or so, to avoid drying it out too much, so long as it doesn't get greasy immediately.
LOOFAHS:
• I recommend getting a loofah (or multiple) for bathing or showering! Loofahs will help save you on soap: If you use bar soap, just rub the bar firmly against the loofah until a bit is on it and then lather it up. For liquid soap, a pump or two and then lathering it should work great. If at some point it seems to have lost too much soap, rinse it out and add soap again until you're done.
• You can use multiple loofahs/scrubbers to keep things cleaner, if you want to! I have a specialty loofah for my back, a loofah for my arms and legs, a loofah for private spaces and a loofah for washing my face. I also have a brush for my scrubbing my feet. You don't have to do it this way of course but it can be nice not having to worry about spreading certain germs to certain areas on accident.
• WASH your loofahs!! Make sure you take care of them! Rinse them out the best you can when you're done with them and use some soap to wash them when needed. I've had loofahs last years if taken care of correctly. It's important to note that some loofahs will not last as long as others by default. A plastic/mesh loofah can last quite a long time, while a sponge (or even a brush) will probably have to be thrown out and replaced more often.
• Avoid getting loofahs with little plush characters on them. They might be cute but they are not going to last as long because the character is harder to keep clean. If you want one of those just use it as a decoration or something. A regular mesh loofah is much more useful than a mesh loofah with a cartoon character plush stuck to it.
• Loofahs help you get clean more thoroughly! In order to actually get clean you have to do a bit of scrubbing to get rid of dead skin or oils. While running a bar of soap along your skin may smell nice, it's technically not doing a whole lot to clean you. A loofah should be scrubbed against the skin somewhat firmly to make sure you're getting properly scrubbed.
BATHING IN A TUB:
• It's okay to bathe in a tub, but you should take extra steps. I would recommend either bathing first as a pre-scrubbing soak (before showering) or soaking after a shower (in clean water). If you don't have a shower or prefer to just bathe, make sure you are scrubbing all submerged areas and rinsing off with clean water. Before you get out, you might want to drain the tub and use a cup with fresh water from the faucet to make sure you get all of the soap off.
• If you're shaving in the tub, you might want to leave your drain open so that you aren't sitting in your discarded hair. Rinse the razor under the faucet and make sure no hair is left in the tub before you close it and fill.
#ok this has been sitting in my drafts since february#if i think of anything else i'll add it lol#bathing tips#cleaning tips#self care#self care tips#wip#?#bathing#long post#okay to reblog#:)
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Are you trying to entice me dear?-Barbatos(smut)
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Female reader
Cw: fingering, tail
Scenario: What started out as a innocent punishment of having Barbatos serve you all day, turned out to be the greatest reward.
Barbatos was usually a very calm and reserved demon, but he could never back down from a competition. Unlucky for him it was a scaring contest and Mammon was playing dirty with a rat. The loser had to obey the winners wishes for the whole day, and lucky for you , you won! But maybe this wasn't all a coincidence, you've been eyeing up the butler for a while now. Asmo was the one who noticed how head over heels you were, and gathered everyone to orchestrate the whole thing.
Not wasting the chance, all day you do seemingly normal things like shopping and baking, but trying to give him flirting touches and glances. Despite your efforts it seemed futile, Barbatos was cool as a cucumber and professional as ever. Getting desperate that the day was ending, you scheme up something bold.
"Barbatossssssss could you draw me a bath please, I want to relax after this long day."
"Absolutely master."
You close the bathroom door but didn't lock it. stripping yourself naked and step into the water, it was perfect temperature water how did he even do that? Trying to put on your sexiest pose, you yell for Barbatos, putting a hint of worry in your tone as if you were in trouble. Barbatos rushes in the bathroom thinking that you might be hurt, just to see you in a silly pose.
"Will you help bathe me Barbatos? The punishment is you have to do all of my request."
"Y.Yes master"
Barbatos looked a little shocked for a second, then come over to you with a smirk. Taking off his gloves and rolling up his sleeves (which was so hot) kneeling down next to the tub, he dips his hands into the water.
"Do you have a sponge or a towel master?"
"Oh I don't, that's too bad you're going to have to use your hands."
"Are you trying to entice me dear?"
Instead of answering, you grab onto the edges of the tub to lean in and give him a kiss on the lips as a yes. He grabs onto your body wash to lather his hands, and start washing you. He surprisingly starts with your neck, which felt really gentle and sweet. He washes your arms rubbing both his hands around them. Then he washes your stomach, back and legs. Growing disappointed at him avoiding all your intimate parts, you grab onto his wrist and put his hands square on your breasts.
"Ansty aren't we?"
He grabs onto your chest and squeezes, earning a eep from you. His touch still gentle but it felt, different... He lathers the soap all over your chest, and slightly pulling on your nipples. He had the same calm smile but there was a sinister vibe to it. Seeing how much you wanted him, he finally travels his hand down to your sex. He plunges his hand in the water, feeling up your thigh and ending up at your folds.
He runs his hands up and down your folds, while inching his face closer to yours. He massages the hood on your clit, before pulling it back to stimulate it directly. Whimpering against his hand, you needyly grind on him, wanting more. His hands move back to your chest, making you whine at the lost of pleasure. Do not worry, because you see Barbatos antlers start growing from his head, and you feel his tail slithering into the tub.
You lean forward once more, trying to kiss him again just for him to tsk you away. Wanting to get a full view of your face as he enters his tail in you. His tail slithers in, and enters into your needy hole. Though it wasn't thick it was so long, easily probing your womb, the scale also adds extra texture. He precisely uses his tail to hit all the right spots in you, and just when you think it can't feel any better, the other tip of his tail delicately circulating your clip.
He finally accepts your lips, gently sucking on it and your tongue that you keep trying to push down his throat. He chuckles and find it cute how thirsty you were despite being surrounded by water. You open your eyes slightly to see him just to find his emerald eyes staring back at you, closing your eyes out of shyness you try focusing more on the way he is pleasing you.
You hear the water slightly swishing from his tail, and your building moans into his mouth, you really wanted to hear his moans too. His hands were massaging your breasts, occasionally rolling your hard buds in his fingers and pulling them. His tail steadily plunging into you, and the other one teasing you from the outside. The pleasure now slightly overwhelming it was hard to stay up and maintain the kiss, the first time you pull away Barbatos forcefully grips your chin and pull you back on his lips.
Just when you were about to climax, all the activity stopped. Barbatos pulls away from a very confused looking you. He calmly rinses you off, and drain the bath water. Helping you up and out, and pats you down with a towel as if nothing happened.
"Why did you stop? Keep going Barbatos!"
"I cannot comply with that order master, because I am going to please you to the best of my ability."
He finishes drying you, and picks you up princess style buck naked, to walk back into his room. With you clinging onto him blushing like mad hoping no one else is around.
to be continued...
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🌼Baby boyfriend🌼
🍄Fluff Monday 🍄
Purely fluff🌈
Pairings: Kakashi x reader
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Hearing the door shut, you looked up from the couch to see your boyfriend step in the house, his clothes all dirty and his face wearing a weary expression as he slowly slid his mask off, slumping back against the wall in exhaustion. As quick as could be, you stood in front of him your arms wrapping around his slender torso to embrace him in a long and warm hug. Lazily, his arm came around you, pulling you closer with all the strength he had, pressing a small and quick kiss to your cheek. Looking up at him, you wore the cutest pout on your face, “You wanna come and nap with me? I’m sure you’ll feel better once you wake up. And we could catch up on other stuff later in the night”, you spoke while casually stripping him, taking off his flak jacket followed by his hitai-ate and mask, dropping them in a pile next to his shoes. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on you at the small nod he made to your suggestion. “Poor baby, come”, you said, taking his larger hand in your smaller one and leading him straight to the bathroom. With his eyes closed he leaned against the counter, breathing in the soft mango scent of the melatonin bubble bath. While the tub was still running, you turned on a few candles the two of found together and instantly fell in love with, placing one on each corner, already excited for the evening. Cuddles were always amazing with the hubby. Closing the tap, you looked over to him, giggling when you noticed his droopy eyes staring right at the perfect view of your ass. “Oi sleepy head”, you giggled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his neck, his own arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, running his hand up and down your back while you both made eye contact. “You’re too tired”, you teased, planting a soft kiss on his lips for the first time this evening. His lips immediately hungered for yours, his hand coming to rest at the back of your head and keep you in place as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before you started pushing against his chest to get him to stop. You weren’t expecting the kiss to grow so intense, panting as you both got lost in each other’s eyes once again. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up baby”, you breathed, licking your plump lips as your hands set to work. Small kisses fell all over his body while you slowly undressed him, savoring this peaceful moment between the two of you. No work, no teenagers, no stinky puppies. Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence.
Kakashi shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths at the soft and warm kisses you planted across his naked body, little tingles shooting along his spine every time the rough skin of your hands met the skin on his body. Finally coming back up, you had to a take a deep breath at the sight of his naked body. Sure you’ve seen him butt naked more times than you could count, but there was just something so special about seeing him like this. No mask, all his feelings on display, his dick hard, completely vulnerable, to no one else but you. You felt chosen. “The water is ready”, you whispered in his ear, his eyes slowly fluttering open from the kiss you placed on his lips. “Hmmm. Let’s go”, he said walking over and settling in, reaching out for you to join him. “Baby, I already had a bath”, you pouted, absolutely hating the decision you made to bathe earlier on, but also glad that you could use this opportunity to spoil him. “But I want you in here with me! I wanna cuddle”, he whined in his deep voice, the begging tugging at your heart. “Here baby, just relax and I’ll take care of you”, you said, reaching for the loofah and a bar of raw butter soap, lathering up the loofah before gently rubbing down Kakashi’s chest, scrubbing away the dirt from the day. Working the loofah all over his body, a deep sigh he let out distracted you, and you smiled when you looked up to see his eyes shut. You were really happy he was just relaxing in this moment.
After going over his body once again with a sponge and some raw sugar scrub, you slowly started kissing his face again, waking him up from the delicious trans you put him under. “Babyyyy…”, you whispered. “Wakey wakey”. “Mmmm”, he moaned, slowly opening his eyes to your soft kisses. “Lets get you in bed love”, you spoke, making sure you weren’t too loud to pull him out of his relaxed mood. It really took a lot for Kakashi to relax and you would kill yourself if you ruined it right now. “Nooo”, he whined, the out of character whining making you giggle a little. “Baby, you can’t stay in here, you’re getting all pruny”. “Please baby…just stay with me for a little longer”, he fussed. “I’m not going anywhere goofy. I just need to get you out of this tub”, you laughed. “Oh”, was all he said, huffing in disapproval for having to move his body. Helping him stand up, you wrapped him in a fresh towel, leaving him to wipe himself down while you went to fetch some clean slippers for him. When you came back you found him still standing on the exact same position you left him in, a little glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kakashi you’re still wet?”, you spoke, placing the slippers down so he could step into them. “I thought you were going to wipe me down?”, he asked, his face wearing the normal casual look he always had, expect this time you could see him pout a little. “Kashi you couldn’t just do it yourself?”, you asked in disbelief. “No. I couldn’t”, was all he said, unwrapping himself to hand you the towel. “Omg what a fucking baby”, you mused, taking the towel from his hand so you could start patting him dry, paying extra attention to his private area and toes. “Your baby”, he randomly grumbled, while you tossed it in the laundry basket and handed him a robe.
Finally laying in bed Kakashi was dressed in nothing but a pair of puppy printed boxers, while you had on a sweater and a pair of grey undies. You couldn’t believe the whining you heard from the bathroom as you finished cleaning up, coming out to see Kakashi just laying there on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out like he was dying. “Y/n! Hurryyyyy”, he called, not realizing you stood right in the bathroom doorway. You know you could be a big baby but he was superior at this. “Princessssss!”, he called again “Come quic-“, he called before you cut him off. “I’m right here love”, you laughed, watching him turn his head in the slightest to see you standing there. “Oh okay”, he softly said, “Come to me”. Walking over to him you began talking, “Kashi just rest a little and I’ll be right over to cuddle okay”, “But you know I can’t fall asleep if it’s not in your arms”, he said, pulling you closer to him, man even if he was tired he was still strong. “What nonsense is that Kashi, you always sleep just fine without me ho-”, you started to say but he simply hushed you with a single finger on your lips, a short moment before you both burst out in laughter. Kakashi pulling you into him and rolling on top of you so you were trapped, his face nuzzling your bosom and hand holding yours as he began to relax a little more. You sighed in defeat, running your fingers in his hair which you knew would take him out. Hearing him mumble stopped your hand in his hair, making him whine out in frustration. “Kashi I can’t hear you if your face is buried in my chest. “Okay fine, please take off your sweater. It’s too much for me”, he complained, tugging on it like he had not a single bitty bit of strength to even fathom the fact that you wore this skin barrier. Rolling your eyes you did as he asked, “of course baby, there you go”, you said, your upper body now completely bare. Slowly he started nipping and sucking on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair and before long, you could hear him softly breathing, his kisses having stopped a long time ago, but those left you a little sleepy too. Yawning, you looked down at him nuzzled between your breasts, smiling at how cute he was tonight. He was your boyfriend and you’d spoil him with as much attention and affection as possible.
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[post 2x12]
"Okay, towels are in the linen cabinet in the bathroom, and I just put some extra pillows in the guest bedroom in case you need them."
"Thanks, Dad," TK says, rubbing Carlos's shoulder as he takes another sip of tea.
"No problem. Don't forget there are some extra clothes in the dresser. Carlos, I don't know if–"
"It's okay, Cap–Owen," Carlos says. "My mom brought me some extra clothes."
"Great," Owen says, clapping his hands together. "You guys need anything else? No? Okay, I'm gonna get out of your hair but come get me if you need anything at all." He cradles TK's head in one hand and presses a kiss to his temple. TK leans into it, his face relaxing into a soft smile.
"Thanks, Dad. Love you."
"Love you too. Good night, Carlos."
When Owen is gone, TK turns to Carlos. "You ready to take a shower?"
Carlos nods and takes both of their mugs to the sink. He starts to wash them out but TK takes the sponge out of his hand. "They'll be fine. Come on."
Carlos lets TK lead him to the bathroom. By the time he's stripped out of his clothes, TK has the shower on and steam is pouring out of the open glass door. Carlos watches TK pull the smoke-stained hoodie over his head.
TK herds Carlos into the roomy shower stall. Carlos ducks his head under the spray of the water. For a moment, he lets himself feel nothing except the heat of the water and the soft rush of nothingness in his head. He doesn't know how long he stands there like that with water rushing down his face before TK's hands on his shoulders bring him back to himself. He pulls away from the water, blinking rapidly. "Sorry," he murmurs.
TK runs his hands over Carlos's arms, skims his lips over one shoulder blade. He turns Carlos around to face him, then grabs the bottle of shampoo and pours some into his hands, creating a thick lather.
Carlos lowers his head and closes his eyes as TK works the shampoo into his curls, fingernails scratching softly at his scalp. The shampoo smells like peppermint or maybe eucalyptus, but the scent of charred wood lingers in the air between them, clogging his throat and nostrils.
When Carlos opens his eyes, TK is standing close, watching him closely. His eyes are startlingly green against the dark swipes of smoke and ash on his skin.
"Okay?" he whispers, and Carlos nods blindly, not trusting himself to speak. TK reaches for the mesh poof hanging from a hook on the wall, and Carlos takes it out of his hands.
"Let me do it," he says, desperate to feel useful.
TK smiles, watching with hooded eyes as Carlos drags the soapy sponge over his chest. "Yes, sir."
Carlos wants to say something flirty to keep that smile on TK's face but settles for rubbing soapy circles over TK's nipples. He focuses on washing him thoroughly, erasing all evidence of their terrifying evening from TK's skin. He can't help but press a grateful kiss to TK's ribs as he washes his stomach.
When he sees clear water circling the drain, he allows himself to release a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
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7 sentence meme
I was tagged by @andrea-lyn a few days ago! Thank you. I was recently bullied back into working on cowboy!Michael - the lost decade prequel to LYW by @aewriting, @foramomentonly, @arielana, @haloud and @adiwriting - like they ganged up on me. Anyway.
This is more than 7 sentences.
from “prettier and younger but not any better off”
After dinner was served, to both staff and equines alike, the most peaceful place on the Foster Ranch was in the stable.
Michael’s alien metabolism meant he only needed a couple of hours to sleep. It was still too risky to head out in the cover of night to search the range for more pieces of the ship, so he was left with entirely too many idle hours to fill. There was ‘no such thing as a finished chore list’ according to Joe on a working farm and so, wide awake, Michael found himself in the tack room with a heavy saddle across his thighs trying to slow his thoughts down and fall into the tiring nature of work as he carefully cleaned the sweat and dirt from the well-worn leather.
Joe. Michael closed his eyes in the darkened tack room, his hands coming to a halt on the saddle’s cantle. He still didn’t know what to make of the head rider. Every time those dark eyes were on Michael, he felt his spine go straighter, his stomach drew tight inside, and he just prayed that this time he would be able to see a hint of approval from the other man. Never in his life had Michael cared so much about earning a nod from someone. It was strange to feel envy for a horse, but Rocky always received a rub on his neck and a quiet word of thanks by Joe at the end of the day’s chores.
“Never seen someone clean tack with their brain before,” a voice broke in startling Michael. For one long terrifying moment he wondered if his telekinesis had slipped out of his control, but no, it was just Joe making a joke. It was as if his thoughts had summoned Joe, a worrying prospect considering his sister was the psychic alien of them and Michael couldn’t be sure if the ability was unique to her.
“Sorry, Joe, I’ll um, didn’t mean to--” Michael stuttered, his face heating up in response and returned to rubbing the tack with a soft sponge. He dipped it into the small bucket of water to dampen the sponge before wiping up a new dab of glycerin soap from the old battered yellow tin of Fieblings to apply against the saddle.
“Nothing to be sorry about, you’re basically off the clock.” Joe moved away from the doorway to step into the tack room and sat next to Michael on the narrow wooden bench. He frowned at the saddle that was in Michael’s lap, confusion adding to the deep lines that sun and weather had carved on his face. “That’s not even your gear you’re cleaning. That’s Paulie’s, did he put you up to this-”
The named ranch worker was one that frequently tried to find shortcuts or off-load his chores on the other men with wheedling or half-baked bets. Most of the bunkhouse crew knew to turn the other way when Paulie came sidling up to them at the end of the day for a ‘favor’, including Michael. Last year though, Michael had picked up a few of the half-done chores in hopes of making a good impression and earning a better paying promotion off of the grunt work line. It had worked, and now the extra work filled a different need.
There were only so many times Michael could refresh his email in the evening in the hopes of finding something from Alex. The last bounced email stayed on top of his inbox as he deleted spam around it and sent short responses back to Isobel carefully void of any mention of Max meant to keep her from worrying about him. Picking up incomplete tasks assuaged the loneliness that had moved into his heart at 17 like a heavy-footed upstairs stranger walking all hours of the night inside his head, or at least kept him so busy he didn’t dwell on it.
“Nah, but the work needs to be done, and I was bored,” Michael replied vaguely to Joe. His skin prickled in awareness of the other man, seated close enough on the bench that his knee brushed Michael’s. He was reminded of his earlier thoughts about Joe, how confusing he found his responses to him and now as he kept his eyes carefully on the saddle, he couldn’t help but feel his heart start to beat faster under the man’s close regard of him.
The hope of lulling his racing thoughts into quiet with the repetitive task was gone now, as he paused briefly to flex the tightness out of his left hand. Cleaning tack did not come close to playing music when it came to calming his entropy, even if it did come with its own satisfaction to see clean, restored leather bloom in rich brown tones as the dirt faded away.
Joe made a soft considering noise with his tongue at Michael’s non-answer, before reaching for the tack sponge. “All right, well let me show you a better way of doing that.”
His hands were broad and tanned, with scattered knicks on his skin that bespoke of a man used to biting off the thumb of his protective work gloves to use his bare fingers in narrow but rough places. Michael swallowed hard, his mouth strangely dry, as he passed Joe the saddle soap and shifted the apron of the saddle to spread across their laps.
“You gotta clean the sweat off with the grain of the leather, like this…” Joe demonstrated, using a slow circling method. “Work the soap up, until it’s got this creamy lather, then we wipe it clean with your dry cloth, okay? Like so,” he pressed the now-soapy sponge back into Michael’s left hand, carefully closing those crooked fingers around it, and then he guided Michael’s hand in the rhythm.
Fuck. It suddenly clicked inside Michael’s thoughts. He didn’t just want Joe’s respect.
#the lost decade#prettier and younger but not any better off#prequel to last years wishes#wip meme#michael guerin#michael/omc
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Until We Go Down, 1/? (Katlaska) - Calypso
a/n: turns out you can kill katlaska.
loosely based on throne of glass, i have ideas floating around to make this into a multi-chapter fic, send in your thoughts etc etc
tw: violence, blood
Katya stared into the cracked mirror above her sink, cursing once again that her latest target had been able to get enough of a jump on her to mar her skin. She lifted a lock of her platinum hair, stained now with blood, mud, and the gods knew what else in order to get a better look at the cut that ran from her temple down to her cheek, drops of blood oozing down to her chin.
It could have certainly been worse, but she also knew better.
Knew better than to let herself get distracted like that. All it had taken was a glimpse of blonde hair and porcelain skin out of the corner of her eye, and she’d let her guard slip for just a second. But a second in this game could mean the difference between life and death.
Her life and her death. And she didn’t plan to meet her maker quite yet. Though, at the age of just twenty, she’d already made quite the name for herself, she still had so much to discover. Top of her list, work out who the mysterious blonde was.
Katya had caught just a split second look at her, but she looked tantalisingly familiar. But try as she might, the girl just couldn’t place her. Katya sighed. She had more important things to be doing than driving herself silly trying to work out the identity of the tall blonde. Most likely she was the daughter of one of the nobles Katya’s master was acquainted with, and she’d run into her at one of the insufferable balls her master loved to drag her to.
Speaking of-
“Yekaterina?” a cool voice called from outside her door, and Katya shivered. Drawing her black silk robe around her, Katya strode over to the door and opened it, raising an eyebrow at the tall, slender man stood in the doorway.
“I thought I’d made myself very clear,” he said, eyeing the cut on Katya’s face. “Five minutes to wash up and then report to my office.”
Katya resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“What’s five minutes between friends?” she asked, stepping back into her room and moving away from the man who dubbed himself Lord of the Assassins. Pft. He was good - he had been good. But Katya was better, and she was younger. The Lord was only getting older, and she knew it frustrated him to no end.
One day, sooner than he would like, he would be more hindrance than help to the guild.
Her face split into a cruel smile as she grabbed the silver backed hairbrush from the nearby chest of drawers, and she dragged the bristles through her hair. She never normally got herself into this much of a mess, but tonight - tonight had been different. Internally cursing herself once more, Katya dragged her attention back to the man who was still standing in the doorway.
“Like it or not, you still answer to me. Your debts are not yet paid,” was all he said, before, with a swish of his black velvet cloak, he was gone.
Katya placed her hairbrush down slowly, his words sinking in. He was right. She did still owe him money, more money than she’d like to think about. It wasn’t her fault she was in so much debt. The choice to train at the guild, at her own expense, hadn’t really been a choice. It was either learn to kill, or learn to fall into bed and shut up.
She didn’t regret her choice, didn’t regret the reputation it had brought her. But sometimes she longed for ordinary things. Sometimes she longed to wander the streets without seeing. She didn’t always want to know the best place to hide, the easiest way across the rooftops to a noble’s house, didn’t want to eye up every stranger as though they were an enemy. Sometimes she wanted to attend the balls on the arm of a beautiful woman, there to enjoy herself and nothing else.
But that was a different life. That life belonged to someone else.
She was Yekaterina Zamolodchikova, and she was the greatest assassin the kingdom had ever seen.
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“Just another minute,” Katya groaned, rolling over in bed and tugging the covers over her face.
She’d stayed up later than she’d meant to the night before, detangling her hair and caring for the cut on her face so it didn’t scar. If she was honest, her master’s words had shook her up more than she’d care to admit to, the mountain of debt looming over her. Though she was free to come and go as she pleased, and had the pick of whichever jobs she wanted, she’d never really be free until the last cent had been paid off.
With a long sigh, Katya shoved the blankets away from her and swung her feet down onto the wooden floor, wincing at the sudden cold. The woman in front of her tsked.
“Have we forgotten how to shower?” she asked, eyeing the dirt still streaked across Katya’s hair and face.
“I sponged,” Katya replied, staring up into the face of the woman who was as close to a mother as Katya got these days. Her own mother was a distant memory, a faint hint of lilac perfume, and the merest hint of a song. The woman in front of her was solidly real, grey streaking her brown hair as she stared down at her ward.
“Sponged?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
Katya merely nodded, not ready to explain any further as she rose from her bed and padded across to the iron tub in the corner. It was already filled to the brim with steaming hot water, and Katya stripped her night-clothes off before stepping into the tub, sighing as the hot water soothed her aching muscles.
Alyssa bustled over, soap in one hand and piece of cloth in the other.
“Hold still,” she instructed, before lathering the soap into Katya’s long hair and scrubbing. It wasn’t often she helped Katya bathe these days, but sometimes she knew when the assassin needed a little extra care, like she had when she was just six years old and had stood shivering in the doorway to the guild.
Katya leaned back into the attention. Alyssa had seen her in every imaginable state, and was the only person Katya felt secure enough around to let her guard down. They stayed in a companionable silence for several minutes, before Alyssa gave her hair one final rinse and nodded.
“There, much better,” she said softly, stepping back from the iron bath and taking a towel down from the shelf to pass to Katya, who stood, water draining from her body, and wrapped the length of material around herself.
Katya stepped out of the tub and headed to her dressing area, disappearing around a wooden screen.
“The master wants to see you in his office in ten minutes,” Alyssa called after her as she conducted a quick tidy of the room, placing Katya’s many unusual knick-knacks back into their place.
Katya sighed, pulling on a pair of trousers made from a tight, flexible fabric, before slipping into her white undershirt and emerald green tunic, the gold detailing that would give her away as a member of the guild only to one in the know decorating the edges.
“Must I?” she whined, already knowing her attempt was futile. Though the last job had taken her the better part of a week, allowing her to get hardly a wink of rest as she’d tracked her target to rinse him for all the information he could give her before dispatching him, the Lord of the Assassins wasn’t one to let a little tiredness get in his way.
Instead of complaining further, she merely pulled on her supple leather boots and tightened the laces, before slipping her favourite black cloak around her shoulders. She eyed up the selection of weaponry that adorned one wall of her room - the only giveaway that this boudoir didn’t belong to an ordinary girl - and carefully selected a pair of daggers that she concealed beneath the folds of her cloak in sheaths attached to her thighs.
You could never be too careful, even inside the guild, and although Katya was more than capable of dispatching a gang of men with nothing but her bare hands, the familiar feeling of her favourite jewel encrusted daggers was a comfort to her.
“I think you’ll like this job,” was all Alyssa said as she watched her ward get ready, a slight hint of sadness in her eye as she watched Katya get ready.
Without saying anything more, Katya gave Alyssa a swift pat on the shoulder and swept out of the room, her cloak billowing behind her in a way Katya was particularly fond of. She’d had this cloak specially commissioned for her, and had specified the exact amount of material she wanted in order to create the most dramatic effect she could.
The expense had paid off, and the swathes of material draped around her body only added to her general aura of intimidation.
Not two minutes later Katya had reached the masters office. With a curt nod to the two guards at the entrance, Katya pushed open the heavy wooden door and strode inside, flinging herself onto the chair opposite the Lord and eyeing him cautiously.
“Manners would cost you nothing,” he said, eyes raking over Katya’s attire, making her feel like an especially choice cut of meat. “At least you’ve dressed appropriately.” Katya stayed silent. Her master sighed.
“I have a job to offer you,” he said, voice deadly quiet. “It’s a big one. Possibly your biggest yet.”
Katya couldn’t help herself. Her interest piqued, she raised one eyebrow. “Go on.”
“It seems like someone has grown tired of the King strutting around like the abject poverty of his people does not bother him,” the master said, Katya growing more confused by the minute. “You are to dispatch his daughter and, in the ensuing chaos, our client has allegedly gathered an army to storm the castle with. Viva la revolution.”
The master laughed, a cold laugh that would have sent a chill down Katya’s spine had she not been stuck on his first words. Kill the princess? But Alaska was barely twenty-two, barely a threat to anyone. Sure, her father had done nothing but raise the taxes, plunge his people into the kind of poverty that was inescapable, and sent most of the crops grown around the city to other kingdoms to trade, but surely there had to be a better way of dealing with the kingdom’s issues than killing a young girl?
But a job was a job.
“The pay?” she asked, her own gaze cold and calculating.
“Handsome,” he replied, his eyes filled with a challenge Katya did not yet understand. “Enough for your remaining debts, and then some.”
Katya’s breath caught in her throat. Enough to - she’d be free. She’d finally be free. It didn’t matter what state the crown princess’ death left the city in, by the time anyone even found out she’d be halfway to her home kingdom, a place she hadn’t seen in nearly fourteen years.
“I’ll do it,” Katya said, pushing down the guilt she felt.
She’d often wondered what price she’d put on her own freedom, if it came down to that. She hadn’t expected the death of a girl two years her senior to be that price, but it would be worth it. To never see the Lord of the Assassins again, to never have to answer to his word - it would be worth it. It would never not be worth it.
Katya could slip away into the night and never kill another if she didn’t want to. Of course, if she did want to that was another question. She was the best assassin in the guild, after all.
“I knew I could count on you,” her master said, before diving into the particulars of the deal.
Katya was to trail the princess for a week, learning how heavily guarded she was, tracking her movements around the castle and the city, and working out the best way to infiltrate the court, before ending the princess’ life on the fifth day with as little fanfare as possible. She was to leave a note with the body, and wait for someone to find her. By the time anyone did, Katya would have her fee, have paid her debts, and be long gone.
What happened after her job was done was none of her business. She had no doubt that the king’s army was good enough to deal with whatever ragtag band of soldiers the client had pulled together, but that was up to them. All Katya had to do was kill Alaska, and her job was done. It was easy enough, though she knew the princess would be guarded night and day.
But it was nothing she hadn’t done before.
After a few minutes more discussing the job, Katya made her excuses and left, head filled with all the things she could do when she was free.
But that was enough of that. Before her freedom, there was a job at hand. Glancing out of the window, Katya decided to make the most of the gloomy, overcast day to begin trailing the princess. No time like the present to discover what her daily movements were.
Stopping by her room only to grab more weaponry that she concealed in a variety of ways around her body, Katya strapped her favourite sword to her back, covering it with her cloak, before slipping out of the guild.
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Three days. For three miserable days Katya had been trailing the crown princess, learning all she could about her daily movements.
By the gods she was boring. Barely leaving the safety of the castle, Alaska spent all of her time flirting and giggling. Katya had nearly fallen asleep out of the lack of anything better to do, nearly giving her position away in the shadows countless times.
Sloppy.
She couldn’t afford to be sloppy, not when she was this close to achieving her freedom. But her heart wasn’t in this job. She’d never had to kill a girl so close to her own age before, not that that was the issue. Alaska was just so - well, so normal. Nothing like her tyrant of a father.
At least she’d discovered the identity of the mysterious blonde who had nearly cost her her last job. Katya touched a finger to the healing cut on her face, shaking her head. She wondered why Alaska had been out in that particular part of town at that hour.
Nothing else she’d done in the last three days had been nearly as interesting as that.
Sighing, Katya stretched out her long, muscular legs and eased herself out of the dark doorway she’d discovered gave her a perfect view of the window in front of which Alaska was so fond of sitting. Another day where she’d learnt absolutely nothing.
At least the princess would be easy to kill, though she had no additional information for the client. The king was so heavily guarded that Katya hadn’t bothered even trying to get close. At least she knew how she was going to get close enough to the princess to fulfill the terms of her contract. There was to be a Midsummer Ball held at the end of the week.
It would be easy enough to pose as a member of the aristocracy. She’d done it before, though never for an event quite so big. And if she was entirely honest with herself, she was looking forward to the opportunity to dress up. Not long ago she’d had a new dress commissioned and hadn’t yet had an opportunity to wear it.
Grinning despite herself, Katya set off for the guild, long legs striding confidently down the dank streets of the city. She felt most alive out here. These were her streets, streets where she’d loved and lost and fought to stay alive, and she knew the city better than most.
“Katya,” her master greeted coolly as Katya stepped across the threshold of the opulent town house, one hand resting on his pearl-topped cane and a questioning look in his eye.
Katya shook her head and spread her hands. “Same as yesterday,” she said, offering him no further explanation. He frowned.
“You have two days left before the ball,” he said shortly, Katya nodding.
“I know,” she replied. “I can finish the job, but I have nothing else for you.”
“You are aware of what is at stake here?” was all he said in reply, before turning to leave. “You’re better than this.”
Katya stuck her tongue out at his retreating back, before sighing and turning on her heel. He was right. She was better than this. She had a reputation to uphold.
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The day of the ball dawned sooner than Katya would have liked. She’d managed to gather a little more information, but not nearly as much as she would’ve liked.
She’d learned enough to know that there was a rebel movement growing right under the King’s nose, that someone in the palace was rallying the people to support each other where they could and gather strength to march against the king.
Yet, despite her best efforts, she’d no idea who that person was. It would have been useful to be able to identify them for her client. An insider would have helped them in the next stage of their plan. But it wasn’t to be, and as Katya dreamt of far off lands where no-one knew her name, she knew she didn’t care much.
Alyssa bustled around her room, picking out the jewellery Katya would be wearing that evening, the blonde girl occasionally interjecting with her opinion. She really needed to start getting ready. It wouldn’t be long now before she had to leave.
Filled with a sudden excitement, Katya swept up her hair with an exquisite golden comb the master had gifted her for her last birthday, and let her blonde curls tumble down one shoulder. Her dress was stunning - it fit her like a glove, cutting low at the back and plunging even further at the front. It was truly a miracle that it even stayed on, the crystals that adorned the neckline glinting in the candlelight. Katya knew she looked incredible. No-one would ever suspect that she was the assassin they all spent so much time talking about.
Alyssa gave a satisfied nod, fixing the clasp of her necklace and stepping back.
“Beautiful,” was all she said, eyes glinting with a strange sadness. Katya smiled.
“Thank you,” she said, rising from her perch to get a better look. “I’ll see you when I return,” Katya continued, turning to look Alyssa in the eye. “It will be okay.”
Alyssa said nothing further, but slipped out of the room, leaving Katya standing alone.
But there was no time to dwell on her servants’ behaviour. She had a ball to get to.
The master had let her borrow his favourite carriage for the journey, and Katya gazed out of the window as the coachman swept through the gates of the castle and up the winding driveway lined with trees, each one twinkling with tiny lights. It was magical. Katya almost forgot what she was there to do, but the feel of her beloved dagger against her thigh every time she shifted her weight kept the job at the forefront of her mind.
The ball was more guarded than she thought it would be. They’d clearly swelled the ranks of the Kings Guard with lowly soldiers from his army, just for the evening. They’d be no match for Katya and her extensive training, but it was a slight annoyance.
But then, Alaska was only one girl.
One stunning girl.
As Katya stepped from the carriage she caught a glimpse of the crown princess standing at the top of the stairs, greeting her guests, and had to take a moment to compose herself. Her dress was golden, and shimmered in the thousand tiny lights that wrapped around the columns at the entrance to the palace. Her arms were bare, with what looked like hundreds of thin golden bracelets clanking up and down them, miniature diamonds twinkling. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and her eyes were lined with smoky black kohl.
Katya had never seen anyone so beautiful before.
Her resolve wavered. The girl had done nothing. She was innocent, a beautiful innocent, and in a few short hours her short life would be snuffed out. And it would be Katya’s fault.
For the first time since her first kill, Katya felt a dawning horror that she couldn’t complete the job. How could she bring herself to kill one who had done no wrong? Sure, Katya had more than definitely killed innocent people before. Hell, she knew how to torture a man in such a specific way that it would be hours before he died, knew where to inflict the most pain without causing much damage.
But this was different.
Katya didn’t want to murder her - she wanted to kiss her.
But her freedom was so close. And if she didn’t complete this job, it would be her own life on the line. Her master had made it very clear what the penalty for insubordination was, and until her debts were paid she had to answer to him.
Steeling her nerves, Katya swept up the stairs, batting her eyelashes coyly at the princess before dropping into a deep curtsey.
Alaska’s eyes flashed with sudden interest, the bored look leaving her face.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before,” she breathed, taking Katya’s outstretched hand. Katya smiled.
“I am Catalina,” she said, using her usual alias. Alaska grinned.
“Alaska,” she said in reply, Katya laughing softly.
“I know.”
A delicate rosy flush bloomed on Alaska’s cheeks. “I will…see you in there?” she ventured, Katya nodding in response.
Her heart sank. Alaska would see her there. It would be the last thing she ever did.
“I’ll save you a dance,” Katya said, before stepping forward into the palace. She meant what she said. One dance with a beautiful girl wasn’t going to ruin her job, and it would be such a shame to waste such a nice evening.
Katya grabbed a glass of pink sparkling wine from the tray of a passing servant, and took a deep gulp. She tended to steer clear of drinking while on the job, but she’d need all the help she could get tonight. Killing was as easy to her as breathing, but she had a feeling this would be her hardest kill yet.
Lost in her thoughts, Katya didn’t see Alaska enter the ballroom until a cloud of gold and white entered her line of vision.
“I believe you promised me a dance?” came the question, Alaska’s voice throaty, beautiful in a way Katya couldn’t explain.
She gulped, and held out an arm.
“As you wish.”
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Katya didn’t know how long it had been since they’d started dancing. Lost in the music she knew so well, song after song had played and Katya had swept her partner through the various dances, oblivious to the looks they were getting.
It was unusual for Princess Alaska to be monopolised this much, but neither girl cared. Katya was caught up in the moment, not wanting to move to the next step of the evening. Alaska had never been in the arms of such a beautiful woman before, and she wasn’t about to leave to dance with some stuffy dignitary.
Eventually the girls broke apart, faces flushed and sweat decorating their brows.
“Thirsty?” Katya asked, snagging yet another flute of wine and passing it to Alaska, who took the cool liquid gratefully.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she laughed, knocking back the sparkling wine like a seasoned pro. Katya laughed.
“It is getting a little hot in here,” she admitted, fanning herself as best she could with her hand. Alaska glanced around, noting the guards stood at every entrance.
“Want to get out of here?” Alaska asked, slipping her fingers through Katya’s.
Katya felt her heart jolt. “S-sure,” she replied, not entirely sure what to expect.
Her disbelief only grew as Alaska led her from the ballroom and up the wide sweeping stairs. She wanted to shout at the princess to stop being so stupid, as the royal nodded at each guard they passed.
Eventually they stopped outside a nondescript door and Alaska pushed it open, revealing a messy bedchamber.
“This - this is your room?” Katya asked, eyes raking across the clothes on the floor and jewels that decorated the vanity. A whole week spent trailing the girl, and she’d just been invited into her room? Did Alaska have no sense of self-preservation? And more to the point - where was the personal bodyguard she’d been followed by day after day?
“It is,” she confirmed. Katya gaped at her, and Alaska mistook her terror for concern. “Don’t worry, the guards won’t come in here. I - this is my private sanctuary. But they are at the door!” she laughed, leading Katya further into the room.
Katya wanted to laugh, but she was afraid if she did she’d never stop. Little did Alaska know that the actual danger was inside the room, ready to strike.
Katya had to get it over and done with.
Before Alaska could take a step further, Katya had pulled the dagger from where it was stashed in a thigh holder, and had the princess pinned against her, blade to her perfect porcelain throat.
“I wouldn’t even think about screaming,” Katya hissed in her ear, pressing the blade hard enough against Alaska’s throat that a bead of blood welled up around the shining silver.
Alaska’s eyes were wide, fright contorting her perfect features.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice trembling as she held as still as possible. Katya had to force herself to continue, wanting nothing more than to let the princess go and flee as fast as she could. But fleeing wasn’t freedom.
“You are going to die. You have to die.”
Alaska didn’t say anything, but Katya caught her weight as the princess sagged. Katya imagined that she’d never been in a situation like this before, never had to fear for her life or wonder if she was going to make it through the next minute. A hot flush of hatred suddenly flared in her chest, surprising her.
Katya knew what it was like in her position, knew what it was like to think you were going to die.
But unfortunately for the crown princess, she was going to die. Katya just didn’t know why she hadn’t yet made the killing blow.
Katya unsheathed a second dagger and held it against Alaska’s back, the blade perfectly angled to slip into her body and straight into her heart. Alaska gasped, and Katya tightened her grip once more.
“I’m sorry,” Katya whispered, still unsure as to what she was waiting for. “But I have to do this.”
“Your name isn’t Catalina, is it?” Alaska asked, a sudden realisation dawning.
“No,” Katya said, figuring she owed the princess this much. “My name is Yekaterina Zamolodchikova, and I have been sent to kill you.”
Tears filled Alaska’s eyes and caught on the edges of her lashes. “I thought you’d be older,” was all she said, the strength in her voice surprising Katya.
“Everyone does,” Katya said. “At least, they did. Anyone who knows who I am is dead now.”
“So why am I still alive?”
It was a good question. Katya still had no idea. Gods help her, she had absolutely no idea.
“I have to do this,” she repeated. “I am still indentured to my master. Your death is my freedom.”
Katya had no idea why she was offering an explanation to Alaska. She’d never explained herself to a victim before. They were generally dead long before that stage.
“If it’s money you’re after I can get you money,” Alaska pleaded, a desperate note catching in her voice. “Please - please. Don’t kill me. You have no idea what you’d be doing if you did. The people-”
“The people are dying because of your father,” Katya responded, catching the edge of hatred this thought gave her and holding onto it as tight as she could. Hatred would help.
Alaska shook her head. “I’m trying,” she whispered. “I am trying so hard.”
The growing rebel alliance. It was headed by this - by this bimbo of a girl? Katya gasped, her hand slipping. It was enough for Alaska to throw her off and run for the other side of the room, where she paused, looking back at the assassin.
“Don’t do this,” she pleaded, slowly taking another step backwards. Katya stepped forwards, daggers still clutched in her hands. “If you do this - you are doing unimaginable damage to this kingdom.”
Katya shook her head.
“You can’t - but - I don’t understand,” she whispered, caught completely off guard.
“My father - I have never agreed with him. But I can’t go against him, not publicly. Not yet. So I - I smuggle food and money and help the underground alliances. If I am dead, they are ruined.”
“And if I don’t kill you, so am I,” Katya said sadly, the realisation that she truly had no other choice dawning on her. It was either her, or the princess, and she wasn’t in the business of self-sacrifice. “I - I am so sorry.”
And with that, Katya seized every ounce of strength she’d ever had to use and leapt forward, as swift as a snake and twice as deadly, the dagger in her hand heading straight for Alaska’s heart.
Alaska’s eyes opened wide, and she let out a single cry.
#rpdr fanfiction#katya zamolodchikova#alaska thunderfuck#katlaska#lesbian au#fantasy#until we go down#calypso#concrit welcome#tw blood#tw violence#tw death
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Yes, Your Highness || Kenma x reader 🔞
I’ve had this on my mind for awhile now and I decided I might as well write it so here’s an AU where reader is a female knight in charge of taking care of Kenma. In this story, the reader is bigger than kenma in my head so idk lol
It was almost sunset by the time you finished your chores around Prince Kenma’s quarters. He sat idly on his bed, waiting for you to finish so you could bathe and prepare him for sleep. The king had only the best knights of the kingdom protect his son. Originally, If you weren’t out on a quest per the king’s commands, you would be standing guard outside the Prince’s quarters during the night. You were even the one to escort him whenever he had business outside of the castle. You’ve had quite a few conversations with the prince, usually during times when he wasn’t able to sleep during the night. However, the Queen realized Kenma had taken a liking to you and ordered you to become somewhat like his personal servant and bodyguard. “He’s never interacted with someone so much before! It might be because you’re both the same age, but I trust you to make sure he is cared for at all times!” Of course, you had no problem with it. He wasn’t a difficult person to be around, especially since he never gave you trouble. In the end, you ended up having to stay in the room right next door to his for safe keeping. Whenever he needed you, you were always there, even when it was just for some company.
It’s been half a year since this sudden change to your daily routine and you found yourself falling for the cat-like prince. I mean who wouldn’t? All of the princesses from other kingdoms have their eyes set only on him. He’s literally the perfect prince. It doesn’t help it that you spend almost every second with him. You get to see him at his best and his worst and you love it all. Honestly, if you had to, you don’t think you could go a day without seeing your precious prince.
“I’m almost done folding your clothes, your highness, afterwards I’ll run your bath and make sure to put extra bubbles in it! I apologize for making you wait so long..” you gave him a soft smile. He only nodded at you before looking down at his bare feet, wiggling his toes patiently. it’s a cute habit of his that he does way too often.
After folding what seemed like every piece of clothing Kenma owned and starting the prince’s bath, you looked over to see him sleeping soundly, a subtle snore escaping his lips. You found yourself walking over to his bed, sitting on the edge as softly as possible trying not to wake him. Kenma had always slept so peacefully when you were around. Although he never verbally said it, it was obvious from his actions that he put his full trust in you and was comfortable enough to be so vulnerable around you.
You studied the soft features of his face. Long lashes, plump lips that were just the right size, the silky hair that graced his forehead. He was truly a beautiful prince.
Shaking his body ever-so gently, you spoke in a hushed tone,” Your highness, it’s time for your bath. I would have liked to let you sleep but the Queen would never forgive me if I allowed you to in such attire.”
Kenma’s eyes fluttered open, exposing his honey, almost golden irises. He sat up enough to let you begin undressing him from his day clothes, before slipping him in your arms to carry him to the bathtub. You remember the first time you had to bathe him, getting over the embarrassment of having to wash a person the same age as you, You were absolutely SHOOK at how smooth and purely untainted his skin was. This is when the first sinful thoughts came into play. Just think of all of the marks I could leave on his body, he wouldn’t be so pure anymore~
The first few minutes of you scrubbing his body were spent in silence. Kenma was never one to talk much, even when it came to you. You sat in a stool behind the tub, lathering shampoo into his hair and making sure to massage his scalp. For some reason, the tension in the air felt different than usual. It felt almost intimate.
Suddenly, Kenma leaned his head back enough to where you could look into his eyes. You had stopped what you were doing, a confused expression on your face.
“What’s the matter, your Highness?” You removed some of the soapy hair that was stuck on his cheek. He didn’t reply, giving you time to become hypnotized by his piercing gaze.
Ba-dump
It took everything in you not to kiss the boy. not to make him completely yours. He didn’t have to say anything to make your heart beat out of your chest. His eyes did all of the work. Your thoughts went back to everything you could do to him. As a knight, You’ve had plenty experience, with both women and men, and you were set on showing Kenma all of your skills one day. He’d be in for a wild ride.
“join me.”
A moment had passed before it finally clicked in your head and you almost fell out of your stool, “ HUH??!?!”
Seems like that day came earlier than expected.
His straight-faced expression never changed, but his voice was low and it took him a second to repeat himself, ”I want you to join me.”
You couldn’t help the smirk appearing on your lips, “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate, your highness?”
He didn’t respond, only pouting with a shrug of his shoulders before averting his gaze. You didn’t like that. That’s not the expression that you want on his face.
“make room..” Although the tub was a nice size, you were somewhat bigger than kenma, that being in height and in muscle. You began taking off the layers of clothing you had on. You never wore your armor doing chores around the Prince’s room, only a simple gown that was easy to move around in. Never breaking eye contact with the prince, you stripped from your clothes. He watched you intently , his straight face never faltering. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking and It filled you with so much anticipation, your body seemed to shiver.
As you stepped into the tub, Kenma scooted up some to let you position yourself behind him, one leg on either side of his body, you tried to keep some distance so your chest wouldn’t be directly on his back.
Self-control was getting harder and harder to hold on to, not with the way he watched you from the corner of his eye. The air became so thick with many different emotions that it could have been sliced with a knife. You could just picture it, having him under you, whining to touch him more, to please let him cum. The thought sent a tingling feeling from your toes straight to your finger tips. Maybe it’s the heat of the tub, or just because you haven’t been pleased in awhile, but you needed him.
You began washing his hair once again to get your mind off of the sinful thoughts overwhelming it. It wasn’t helping that Kenma was letting out such satisfying noises from your ministrations.
“Does that feel good, your highness?” Smiling down at him, he leaned back against your chest, squishing your breast against his back to look up at you. His eyes were low and somewhat darker than usual, probably from the heat. He didn’t speak, only replied with a nod and a content sigh.
You let your hands travel farther down his body, swiping the sponge across his chest. Although you were focused on cleaning him, Kenma never looked away from your face. He was only centimeters away from yours, your breath fanning over his lips. Swiping a little bit too harshly over his nipple, Kenma held in a groan, his eyes becoming even darker.
Your smile slowly changed into something more sinister,” What was that, puddin’? Did you like that?” repeating that same motion, you stroked the sponge across his nipples once again, getting a more intense reaction from the prince.
Kenma dropped his head down, this time fully letting out a moan. damn, what a sight. A pretty prince damn near crumbling in your hands, and you haven’t even done anything yet.
You brought one hand to his cheek, pulling his face back to yours while the other ghosted over his lower abdomen. He focused on your eyes before lowering to look at your lips. ah fuck it.
Your mouth was moving before your brain could even think, “ Do you want me to touch you, puddin’?” You let your lips barely graze over his, trying to see if he would move away or not. When he only licked his lips, part of his tongue touching your bottom one, you continued,” Do you want me to make you feel good?”
Kenma letting out choked “yes” was all you needed to wrap your arms around his body, grasping his already erect cock while the other held him around his torso. He reached one of his hands up to bury it in your hair, forcing you into a heated make-out session.
Your thumb skinned over the tip of his cock, causing a gasp to fall from the prince’s lips and his head to be thrown back. He’s never been touched like this before, and it was showing. You took this chance to attack his neck, leaving little red marks here and there. As much as you wanted to make marks that would last, you knew someone would see them and find out about your little fun time, and you’d rather be able to stick around with the prince a while longer. While one hand continued to tease his pretty cock, the other found its way into kenma’s hair, pulling it back to give you better access to his throat. there you peppered and licked hot kisses from his chin to his jaw line, then straight to his ear lobe.
“You could have told me sooner that this is what you wanted. You know my duty is to serve you, your Highness.” The hand teasing his cock went and groped his balls, massaging them in a way that turned kenma dizzy. He ended up pushing closer to your body, the feeling of your pert nipples scraping across his back sending tingles down your spine.
“(y/n)...please.” He had his eyes closed shut while his mouth was drooped open in pure bliss. You felt him grind into your hand, trying to force more friction.
“Hm? What was that puddin? I don’t know what you want unless you tell me?” you teased.
“I-”
“No puddin, look me in the eyes and tell me what I can do to serve you.” When he opened his eyes, you gave him a sweet smile. His features were painted with rose, eyes clouded with nothing but pure lust. Even like this, his beauty never faded.
“ Make me cum, (y/n).. ” He breathed out.
“yes, your highness.” With a satisfied hum, you brought yourself to your knees, getting kenma to sit on the edge of the tub with his back against the cold tile.
“I want to hear you, okay?” You placed yourself between the prince’s knees, taking his pretty pink cock in one hand, giving it one good pump before letting your tongue explore the tip. A lewd moan fell from his lips while hands weakly gripped your wrist.
You stared up into intense gold as your tongue traced all around his tip and along his slit. Other than the soap, you tasted the slight saltiness of precum along his tip.
“Fuck, yes.” Kenma moaned in a raggedy tone. His cocked twitched in your hand as if he was already about to reach his release.
“potty mouth are we? I haven’t even started and you’re already about to cum? Puddin’, you wanted me this much?” Finally, You dragged you tongue along the underside of his entire length, before taking him into your mouth. Starting off by slowly bobbing your head, Your tongue never stopped swiping along his tip, making sure to give it extra attention.
Kenma couldn’t stop the moans from falling out, turning you on so much you couldn’t help but use your free hand to try to relieve some of the pressure in your core.
“You taste so fucking good, puddin~” you praised, speeding up your bobbing. The tip of his cock only reached the back of your throat, but thick enough to make you drool. Your fingers never stopped working your clit, occasionally dipping down to feel at your entrance.
“(y/n), fuck, please, yes, i’m so-” His voice was so strained as he jutted his hips into you, which encouraged you to take him in deeper, so deep your nose was able to touch his pelvis. Your eyes watered but if felt as if this is what you were meant to be; you were meant to please Kenma in any and every way.
His cock throbbed in your throat and kenma’s pace became sloppy. His back arched off of the wall, head thrown back in a whiny mess. You felt yourself come undone in the bath water, a moan rumbling in your throat, vibrations going straight to his cock.
With one last harsh suck, you milked him of his release, salty white cum shooting into your mouth, covering your wet muscle. He looked back down at you and you showed him your cum-covered tongue, which caused his face to turn into a darker shade of red. such a pure boy~
An idea came to mind.
“Wanna taste?” you brought him back down into an open-mouthed kiss, dominating his lips and drawing moans from deep within him. The semen dripping down from both of your chins fell back into the tub, neither of your caring. Kenma broke away from the kiss, trying to get a breath of air. He looked sinful. His own cum dripped for the corners of his mouth,eyes blown out with lust, seeming lost from his recent orgasm. The soapy hair of his head stuck to his cheeks, lips puffed out from the abuse. Just pure sin. This image will be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life.
“You did so well, your highness~” You wanted to do so much more to him, you were no where near done yet, but a man’s voice from outside of the bathroom brought you back to your senses.
“Prince Kenma? I know it’s quite late but a princess from 3 kingdom’s away has came to see you. She’ll be staying the night for a couple of days. The queen asked me to come retrieve you.” You noticed the voice to be Kuroo’s, your fellow knight and partner.
Kenma looked into your eyes in a plea to continue, but duty came first. In the end he was going to have to marry a princess, not you, no matter how much head you’d give him.
“I was just getting him ready for bed, Kuroo. If you would give us a moment so I can dress him appropriately.” You sighed.
Leaving one last kiss on his lips, you retrieved a few buckets of water to rinse both you and the prince off before getting dressed.
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In your full set of armor, you escorted Kenma to main dining room area, where you saw a beautiful lady, although looking much older than the prince, dressed in a fluffy, silk dress sitting next to the spot Kenma usually seats himself. She was chatting with Kuroo, obviously flirting. Glancing down at Kenma, he did not look happy.
You bent down to whisper near his ear, “Is there something the matter, your highness? Are you not pleased with the princess?”
He looked at you through his peripheral vision with a pout and spoke in the same tone as you,” It’s not that.. I-.. Can we finish where we left off?..”
You couldn’t help the smirk gracing your lips. Blowing softly on the prince’s ear, you laughed through your nose, “Of course, your highness~”
Aw hell idk. I might make this a 2-3 part series? if people like this enough. oof
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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 4
Older Damian Wayne x ofc
(Photo made by my lovely friend @bakketsux)
Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)
A/N: I know this doesn’t have anything to do with the story, but with what is happening with our world/country I want to put this out for you all. Times are tough and our world is in need of more love. I want everyone to feel and give out as much love as they can to even those who don’t love you. Please if are able to text ‘FLOYD’ to 55156.
As Jason and angel get to their apartment and climb the many steps, they have a comfortable silence over the both of them. Jason goes and unlocks the front door with his key and they both walk in and take their masks off. Angel taking off the hood that is secure to her head along with her domino mask that Jason gave to her.
The smell of food from what they assume to be from Roy filling the small apartment. They both walk into the kitchen to see a pizza box on the counter with a note attached. ‘Since you guys will be in late.’ Both grab a piece and start eating in the empty room with nothing but the moon coming from the widows to light the room.
“Hey after I’m done I’m gonna hop in the shower okay.” “Okay little one.” “You know I’m not that much younger than you.” She says with a laugh. “But are you still younger than me?” “Yes..” “then you’re my little one, little one.”
He starts to chuckle as she goes to her room to change out of her suit. As she peels off her suit starting with the secret notches in her suit, then to the hidden zipper in the front, a sigh escapes her when she gets the material off of her skin and can feel the cold breeze on her hot skin. As the suit comes off her back, a shiver runs up her spine when the cold hits her scars. She doesn’t pay attention to it as she removes her bra and panties and puts on her robe. She takes her suit and puts it on the dresser to wash later.
She steps out of the room to see the kitchen and living room to be empty, a light coming from under Jason’s door.
She walks to the bathroom and switches the light on, engulfing the room with light. She takes a look at herself in the mirror first checking for anything on her face, she sees that when she looks at her hair, blonde is coming in the roots. “Hey jay!” She yells. “Yeah?” “Tomorrow can I go to the shop and get some hair dye?” Jason steps out of his room with his sleeping clothes on. “That’s if you get me some as well, I’ve needed to dye mine for weeks now.” “Okay I’ll just get the same one then.” “Okay, goodnight little one.” “Night jay jay.”
She shuts the door and turns the water on and sets it to a warm temperature. She strips from her robe and sets it on the counter.
She steps into the shower and lets the water engulf her and sighs at the comfort it brings. She grabs her sponge and lathers in in soap as she gingerly rubs her body down from the sweat that collected on her body. Taking extra care on any healing wounds from previous nights. As she reaches up to wash the top of her shoulder blades a sharp pain runs through her and a small cry leaves her as the pain sets in until she lowers her arms. She waits for the pain to subside to get back under the water. She puts her head under the water and lets the water wash the soap from her body and wet her hair. She grabs the shampoo and lathers her scalp and smiles at the minty cooling it brings.
She stands in the water for a few minutes even after she’s finished washing her hair. She’s so tired she could fall asleep in here.
She shuts the water off and steps into the steamy room and grabs a towel and drys off, putting the towel on her head to dry her hair as she puts her robe on. She goes back to her room to see her suit is no longer on the dresser. Jay must’ve come and gotten them. She smiles as she grabs a shirt that she took from Jason one of the first nights that she came to live here. Even after a year of training it’s still fitting like a dress on her. She gets into bed and lets the comfort of her bed put her to sleep.
She comes into the apartment with a bag containing 2 boxes of black hair dye and a snack for later. “Jay jay im home!” “Bathroom!” “You taking a shit?” “No!” “You naked?” “No” “okay then.”
She enters the bathroom and is met with Jason, bent down to see the top of his head, with a fine tooth comb trying to take the white tuft of hair away from the rest of his hair but failing miserably. “Want some help?” “Please.” She chuckles as Jason sits on the toilet and grabs the comb and starts Sectioning his white bit from his hair. “Why don’t you dye this bit, I never understood why you keep it.” “Makes me look badass.” A laugh rumbles from her and Jason joins in with her. “Yeah and the 6’4 height and the 200 plus pounds of Muscle along with guns isn’t enough.” “Hey plenty of guys have that, who else can say they got a white tuft of hair?” “Old guys, maybe you are getting old now!” “You little shithead.” Jason grabs her sides and starts tickling her, as she lets out a laugh and a cry and tries folding her body from him and he gets up and keeps tickling her sides. “ST-O-PP II-TT!” She laughs “STOP IT DAD!” The tickling stops as she gasps and looks away from Jason. She feels his large arms wrap around her and is squished to his chest. She wraps her arms around him as well. “Okay then I’ll stop, daughter.” A few tears threaten to leave her eyes but she wipes them away on his shirt.
As they untangle their arms from around each other Jason kisses the top of her forehead, a smile breaking on her face. Jason sits back down while she takes the white hair and ties them with a small rubber Elastic and pins them away as to not get any dye on it.
She prepares the dye and puts it in a paper bowl and dips the brush into the mix, and starts off by painting the hair around the white. Then once that is coated she spreads more dye on his hair, getting it in well on his strawberry blonde roots and coating all the hair until it’s fully saturated in the now dark dye. She wraps his hair in cling film. Leaving out the white bit.
She sits down as Jason takes the other box and mixes the dye. He puts the gloves on and takes a glob and puts it in her hair, some drips on her forehead and she laughs at the scared look on Jason’s face. “Maybe don’t pick up so much dye in one go eh.” “Yeeaahh I’ll remember that next time.” He takes a washcloth he has ready for this very purpose and wipes the dye from her forehead. She chuckles at the look of pure Concentration on Jason’s face, even his tongue sticks out a little bit. He carefully rubs the dye into her hair and a calm silence overcomes the two. When it’s all in she wraps her hair in cling film and waits another 20 minutes for Jason’s hair to Process.
Once the 20 minutes has passed they go into the kitchen and Jason bends down to get his head in the sink. She starts washing the dye from his hair and makes sure not to get any in the white. Once it’s washed out her hair is ready. “Now I’ll try not to get any water in your ear like last time.” “You better not.”
Jason starts rubbing the dye out of her hair, another silence overcomes them as the water turns from black to clear. She gets up and puts her hair in a towel. The two walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. “What do you wanna watch?” “Umm, I don’t know.” “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” “No?” Jason gasps. “Okay I know what we’re doing for the rest of the day.”
He gets up and goes over to his stack of movies and picks one to go into the tv slot. “While you do that I’m getting something to eat.” She goes to the fridge and sees what she’s been waiting for all day. She grabs the yogurt and a spoon and plops on the couch with Jason. “How can you eat that shit?” “It’s the most wonderful and Decadent food in all of existence.” She says as she puts the spoon in her mouth. They relax as the first scene comes on and prepare to watch what will probably take up the rest of their day.
As Damian walks down the hallway of the manor he’s greeted by Alfred. “Master Damian, master dick has requested you to go to the family room for ‘brother time.’ I brought sandwiches and lemonade for you both.” “Thank you Alfred.” Damian groans as he walks towards the living room. The sound of the large TV is heard down the hallway the further he gets to the room. Damian walks in and sees dick laying on one of the large couches facing the TV. “Hey dames, come on in.” Damian rolls his eyes as dick sits up and he joins him on the couch. “What do you want, you never just invite me to watch a movie.” “I know, I was here helping Bruce with a case and we got it figured out faster than we thought and I’ve got nothing to do today. So I thought we’d have some brotherly bonding time.” “Can’t you do that with drake?” “He’s out with steph today.” “And Todd?” “Damian...you know he doesn’t talk to us anymore..hasn’t for a while.” “Probably because he’s got his hands full with that annoying little brat hes taken in.” “Wait what? What do you mean?” “Last month father and I went out one night to a large drug trade and found the place filled with bodies. When we found the couplet it was Todd and said he wanted to show us their work. He’s taken in a young girl and calls her his Protègè. And god she’s Insufferable and won’t shut up and is a fucking Nuisance.” “Oh yeah, what makes her that way?” “She’s always saying something snarky, always with a smug look on her face and makes inappropriate comments towards me.” “What kind of comments does she make? And why does it bother you so much dames?” “I’m done talking about her, if I keep thinking about her I’ll get a headache.” “Okay then..” dick says with a smile. “What do you want to watch?” “I don’t care, just nothing annoying.” “You find everything annoying.” “Not everything, just most things. Besides father and I leave for patrol in a few hours.” “Ever seen Chicago P.D.?” “No.” “Then we’re watching that.”
When Damian walks down to the cave he sees his father is already in his suit. “I need you to hurry up tonight, Croc escaped the asylum and is in downtown Gotham.” “Got it.” He hurried to get dressed and grab his things faster than normal.
Catastrophe, all that was around them was destroyed apart from the tall buildings that stood high into the sky. Cars where abandoned with windows broken. Glass and Debris scattered all over the ground, crunching against their boots as the walked around trying to find where croc went.
A scream could be heard on the other street over, Batman and robin running towards it. They cane to a halt when they saw croc holding a woman in the air, about to rip her apart when a bullet was shot into crocs foot. The beast let out a roar and threw the woman, both men running towards them to not only save the wounded woman but to stop croc. As Batman runs to fight croc, Damian crouches down to pick the injured woman. That is until he hears another person running towards them. It’s her. “You go help Batman and I’ll take her to safety.” Angel picks up the woman and runs towards the other street, presumably to where the cops are.
As Damian goes to help his father he gets hit by the tail of croc, throwing him to the ground a few feet away. Croc sets his eyes on the fallen robin, and charges at him raising his claws to strike him. But before he could be ripped apart a shot fires and hits crocs hand. As croc clutches his hand in pain, Damian feels arms wrap around him, pulling him up. “Are you hurt??” “No im fine!” “Then do your fucking job and try not to get killed!” Angel takes a rock next to her and throws it at crocs head. Angering him and having him charge at the both of them. Damian takes his grappling gun and shoots croc in the head and pulls him to the ground and kicks his head into the ground. Angel gets on top of croc and beats his head into the ground until croc gets back up and she swings off from him before he can fling her off. Red hood appears and shoots croc in the knee. Croc falling to the ground in pain. Batman comes and kicks crocs head into the ground again, finally Knocking him unconscious.
“You know I didn’t need your help!” “Hmm yeah, totally looked that way when you just laid there when he was about to rip you apart!” “We had it under control!” “You had it under control as much as you control your angel issues.” “DO YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP!!” “Don’t be fucking MAD AT ME THAT I SPEAK THE TRUTH! EVERYONE JUST TIP TOES AROUND YOU BUT GUESS WHAT I WONT! You’re just fucking mad that I speak the truth!” “IF IT WASN’T FOR THIS CODE I WOULD’VE KILLED YOU BY NOW!!” “ROBIN! STOP IT NOW!”
Damian didn’t hear his father when he charged at her, no longer able to control his anger. He grips her arms and throws her, her landing on the ground. She reaches back and hits him as hard as she can in the mouth, stunning him for a second as she flips around, slamming her thighs around his neck and locking him in a choke hold. “You know, most people in this Position are in very different Circumstances. If you weren’t such a prick I’d offer to try it out sometime.” She gets off of him as he gasps for breath. He hits her and throws her again, against a car and walks away.
“You know, I looked up to you when I was on the streets. Thought you and him were a symbol of good, justice, and to help others. Now I see you’re just a broken man who can’t handle when someone challenges you and gets angry when someone defies you. Robin is supposed to help people, to help the greater good and to save this city. You’re no robin.” When he turns around she’s gone. When he heard her, a pain shot through his heart. He let his anger control him, he was becoming what his mother trained him to be. A soldier that ends anybody who defies his beliefs.
As him and his father speed away awards the manor, a silence fills the space. Damian looking down just thinking. He’s not thinking about one thing in particular, more a jumble of things that he can’t put into parts and Sort through.
When they reach the manor Damian gets out and starts walking away, not even bidding Alfred or his father a goodnight. Both men watching him walk away with tense and rushed footsteps.
The sound of his door opening brings Damian back to reality. He walks into the room with his head still down. He goes to the bathroom, striping from his suit and getting into the shower. He scrubs all the sweat and grime from his body and washes his hair.
As Damian gets out of the shower he looks in the mirror and sees a bruise starting to form on his neck, from the girl who may Infuriate him, but also he let down because of his anger, a lesser but still strong pain shoots him in the heart at the thought. Her usual arrogant and snarky voice sounding disappointed and, pained. How many others has he let down since becoming robin? How many no longer look at robin as a symbol of hope. How many no longer think of robin being good, all because of him. The thought hurts him to think as he climbs into bed. The pained sound of her voice ringing in his head until sleep overcomes him.
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Beauty Tips You've Never Heard
Your morning beauty regime takes you exactly 12 minutes. First comes the face wash, then the astringent, followed by the moisturizer. And the list goes on. It's become such a chore, but wasn't there a time when this routine was fun? Well, we decided to take you back to the days when applying makeup was a treat by giving you some innovative beauty tips and tricks to spice up your routine.
To get this insider information, we contacted Carmindy, resident make-up artist on TLC's "What Not to Wear," and author of The 5 Minute Face. Here are her 10 beauty tips to leave you feeling fresh and fabulous.
Beauty Tip # 1 - Make perfume last.
A few spritzes of perfume in the morning will not carry you through the day, no matter how expensive your bottle may be. To make your scent last, try this beauty tip: put an unscented moisturizer on first and then spray on your perfume a few seconds later. "There's so much alcohol in perfume," Carmindy explains, "that if you spray it on dry skin, a lot of times it evaporates so quickly. But if you have moisturizer on your skin it adheres much better."
Beauty Tip # 2 - Lip gloss without the goop.
Instead of directly putting the tube of gloss to your lips, Carmindy recommends adding an extra step to ensure less stickiness. "I like to put lip gloss on my fingertips first and then just pat it onto the flesh of my lips. And this way you'll get a little bit of glow, but it won't be too goopy." Also, try a moisturizing lipstick or a lip stain first before you add the gloss to make sure the color stays put.
Beauty Tip # 3 - A sweet scrub.
"The best exfoliate in the world is regular white table sugar." If every scrub out there contains some form of sugar, like "Almond Sugar Scrub" or "Brown Sugar Scrub," why not just use what's in your kitchen cupboard? "What happens is that the small crystals dissipate in water so they don't tear your skin." And, if you have sensitive skin, don't fret. "It even works better because with other products you might not like a fragrance or a lot of ingredients," states Carmindy. When you're in the shower, all you have to do is lather your face up like normal and then get a handful of sugar and scrub your face. And if you run out you'll be able to ask your cute neighbor for a spot of sugar!
Beauty Tip # 4 Ditch your spot concealer.
Instead of fumbling around your makeup bag for multiple concealers in the morning, just stick to one, advises Carmindy. The reason why? Because you can actually use the foundation stuck to the top of the cap of your liquid all-over concealer as your spot-treatment. "It oxidizes there so it becomes a little bit thicker." Plus, she says, "It's the same shade as your foundation, so it will instantly erase your blemish." To apply, just take a small tip concealer brush and dip into the cap of your foundation, or the nozzle if you use a spray. Then brush it on the spots and you're ready to go. Now it will be a good thing when your foundation lid gets cakey.
Beauty Tip # 5 - Recycle: Good for the earth, good for your lips.
What are you supposed to do when your four best lipsticks are almost gone and your finger is tired from scraping out the remnants below? Carmindy suggests combining the half-used sticks into your own lip pallet. "Go to the drug store and purchase a plastic pill box and dig out the lipstick that's left in the tubes. Then put each color into a different little section of the pill box." You can mix and match the colors or even put Vaseline in one of the sections to make your own lip gloss.
Beauty Tip # 6 Celebrity-size lips.
To get fuller lips people often outline them with a pencil, but most of the time it looks noticeable and unsophisticated (especially when the lipstick comes off and you're left with just that awful line). To get invisible enhancement, Carmindy recommends you take a Q-tip and dip it in a little bit of white shimmer eye shadow and lightly trace the outside of your lips. "What will happen is that the shimmer will capture the light and make your lips seem larger." You won't be able to see it, but the slight glimmer will do the trick. Great if you don't have any collagen handy.
Beauty Tip # 7 - Bronzed but not dirty.
Dusting bronzer all over your face can make you look like you've been rolling around in the sand box all day or have picked up a part time job as a chimney sweep. Carmindy prefers a spray bronzer to get the appearance of a fresh summer tan. "I like to spray a sponge and then what I do is just push it onto the skin--on the temples and then right underneath the cheekbones because this is kind of where the sun would kiss your face. And if you like powder bronzer you can apply it in the same places too."
Beauty Tip # 8 - Brow breakthrough.
If you've been awarded barely there eyebrow DNA, you've probably tried everything to make them visible--and figured out that most of the time these products end up rubbing off by the end of the day. If you still want eyebrows at five p.m., Carmindy advises buying waterproof liquid eyeliner that matches your hair color like black, brown or taupe. Then, she says, "You can take an angled brush and feather the liquid eyeliner on to your eyebrows and it will stay put all day long. It looks more natural than a pencil and stays longer." It's a win-win.
Now if you're like me and are on the opposite end of the brow spectrum you might need some help keeping your out-of-control brows in check. To do this, "Take a spooly brush or an old tooth brush, put a little hair gel on there and just brush it onto your eyebrows to have them stay put."
Beauty Tip # 9 - Not your average smoky eye.
"What I like to do is take a color like a navy blue or a sparkling kind of burgundy purple and just line the inside rim and right along the upper and lower lash line and then smudge it with a Q-tip. That way, there's no eye shadow pushing the eye back, but you still have the smoky effect because they're lined with color. If you have deep-set eyes, Carmindy advises you to avoid putting dark shadow on your eyelids because it will make them seem even more pushed back. "There are so many ways to do a smoky eye, but people always think there's only one way to do it."
Beauty Tip # 10 - Save time and eye shadow
Running late in the morning? The best thing you can put on is white shimmering highlight powder. "If you highlight three key places you set of the planes of your face--you don't even need eye shadow," says Carmindy. These key spots are underneath the eyebrow, on the inside corner of the eye and on top of the cheekbone. "It brings sparkle to the eye; it lifts up the lid and draws attention to the top of the cheekbone." Now all you need is a big cup of coffee to actually feel as awake as you look.
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Familial Ties (And How To Break Them) 13/14
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They were much more conspicuous strolling through the lobby coated in filth than they had been when they first arrived, even with Beetlejuice's striped suit and green hair. When the elevator doors opened and the two of them shuffled inside, none of the others waiting to go up stepped forward to join them. As the doors slid shut and the elevator began to ascend, Pate and Beetlejuice looked at one another for a long moment before she simply burst out laughing, unable to contain it anymore.
Nothing was particularly funny. She was sore and achy, scuffed and bruised, but still basking in the knowledge that they'd done what they set out to do. It was over and Beetlejuice was with her. She leaned into his side, her arm slipping around his waist.
"You saved me again," she said, smiling. "I'll have to come up with some way to reward you. That's how it always goes in the movies, right? Luke blew up the Death Star and then he got a medal?" Pate tipped her head back to meet his eyes, grinning. "I don't have a medal, but maybe I can think of something else?"
"Reward? Like cleaning out the mini bar and getting tickets to see Cher?" he asked innocently, but with raised eyebrows and a smirk.
Pate huffed a laugh through her nose, letting her head nod back against his chest and bringing up her other arm around his middle to give him a squeeze, humming contentedly.
“I feel like you’re joking, but in all seriousness, Beej, if that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”
She felt his chuckle rumbling against her cheek. Pate stepped around in front of him to meet his eyes, a delicate fluttery warmth blossoming inside her at the look on his face; the confident, crooked grin, the half-lidded amber eyes with their long lashes, glittering with promise.
“You’ve taken such good care of me, Beej,” she said softly. “You’ve helped me, protected me, forgiven me, comforted me. You rode across the country with me and fought demons with me. I never could have done any of this without you. And really… you didn’t have to, not any of it. But you did anyway. So tonight, I wanna take care of you.”
As she spoke, her arms came from around him, her hands trailing from his back to his sides in tender caresses.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that her life had been completely transformed by his presence in it. He made her feel braver, stronger, like she could take on anything as long as he was with her. As strange and unusual and recent as their meeting had been, Pate honestly couldn’t imagine being without him now. She opened her mouth to say so, but the elevator stilled and chimed as it arrived at their floor, so instead she smiled at him again and took his wrist in both hands, backing into the hall and tugging him with her. It would be much more fun to show him instead.
“Let’s see about that shower first, and then we’ll go see Cher.”
He followed along with a goofy smile. It had been a long time since he'd been sincerely appreciated; he didn't think that Pate was lying about anything she just said, and that was almost enough to make the cold dead fist sized lump in his chest start beating again. He couldn't help but wince a little as she tugged him through the door of their room; she inadvertently gave him a little extra jerk and that made his shoulder flare in pain again, but he covered it by surging forward and planting a kiss on her mouth.
That contact made his libido kick his painful shoulder to the curb, for the moment.
"I'll have these clothes off us in a second, baby," he muttered against her lips.
Her fingers still interlocked with his, Pate reached through the open door to switch on the bathroom light, turning back around just in time to find him moving in to capture her lips with his. She let his momentum propel them both back through the doorway into the gleaming tiled bathroom, sighing deeply and angling her head, squeezing his hand with her own while the other pressed to his stomach, sliding up towards his chest.
When he broke away just enough to speak she opened her eyes and saw him raising his free hand, preparing to snap their clothing away. The hand on his chest darted out and clasped around his fingers. His head turned to look, first at their hands and then at her face, bemused. Pate smiled and shook her head simply.
"Uh-uh," she teased. "No magic snapping tonight. I'm taking care of you, remember?"
She pressed a few more soft kisses to his stubbly chin and his mouth, reaching up with both hands to loosen his tie before slipping it off over his head and depositing it on the counter beside her.
Mindful of his injured shoulder, she slid her hands up his chest, over his collarbones to shuck his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. She raised her eyes to his face, watching intently and nibbling on her bottom lip as she began undoing the buttons of his shirt. In between she paused, leaning in to favor each bit of newly revealed skin with a warm, wet kiss starting at the hollow of his throat and progressing slowly but steadily down his chest, stopping just above his naval and the waistband of his trousers.
She was serious about this 'taking care of' thing. He stood, mostly passively, as she worked knots and buttons loose and open, as she carefully exposed his skin. It ached to twist his shoulder out of his jacket sleeve; he could only imagine what fully removing his shirt was going to feel like.
"Not gonna just let me keep this shirt on till my shoulder's better? It could use a wash under the shower too--" he said, half-joking. She ignored his attempt at humor and he interrupted himself as she popped the buttons. "--oh! I guess this is nice too--"
For a second time he cut into his own sentence, but this time to groan as her mouth sucked gentle marks down his torso. He didn't know what to do with his hands, so he stood awkwardly with them half raised. When she made it just to the top of his trousers, he brushed her hair out of her face and held it messily in his fist. He urged her back up for a kiss.
"This is a fancy Las Vegas bathroom, baby, but the bed's pretty fancy too. Sure you don't just want to make housekeeping earn a big tip?"
Pate grinned against his soft stomach as he moaned, the deep sound vibrating through him and subsequently through her lips as she kissed her way downwards. She took note of the reluctant tone to his rapid-fire jabbering, humming appreciatively when she felt his hands sweeping her hair back and bunching it between his fists, tugging her back up and into his hungry mouth. Her hands traveled up with her, snaking up his sides, across his chest and over the piercings still concealed by his shirt before slipping up either side of his neck to the base of his skull. Her fingers delved into his hair, scratching lightly at the scalp while she slotted her mouth with his, shivering at the press of his cold lips and tongue probing at her warmth.
She huffed a breathless laugh at his suggestion.
“Well, this is Vegas, so I’m sure they’ve seen worse,” she quipped. “But I don’t know that I could cover the gratuity if we made too big of a mess.”
Her arms still draped around his neck, Pate continued dragging her nails through his hair, massaging his scalp as she smiled at him, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“But tonight is for you. So you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I, however, am gonna hop in the shower.”
Taking a step away from him, Pate hoisted her shirt off and dropped it to the floor, keeping her eyes on his as she shimmied out of her probably ruined jeans and quickly divested herself of her underthings.
Tiptoeing around him to the open shower she turned on the water and stood with her back to him, waiting for it to warm to her liking before stepping under the spray, letting it sluice over her head and shoulders, tipping her head back under the water. Even with the bathroom door standing open the mirror began to fog. Pate hummed tunelessly as she squirted body wash onto her loofa, working it into a lather between her hands. She smiled as she dragged the sudsy sponge up her arms, feeling his eyes watching her.
She left him standing there mostly dressed with half a boner while she coyly stepped into the open shower. And now she was making a show of cleaning herself: the water spraying, suds, throwing her head back to expose her throat while pushing her wet hair back, accidently-on-purpose turning her back to him as she bent over to wash her legs . . .
That half boner evolved into a raging hard on seeing her there.
Fuck it.
She said she wanted to take care of him. Toeing off his shoes took another few moments, then Beetlejuice stepped into the shower, still mostly clothed, with her.
Pate was still humming to herself, in no particular hurry as she rinsed suds off her body just under the showerhead. She did wonder how long it would take him to crack, grinning privately. She had noticed that he showed . . . not trepidation about water or baths in general, more of a genuine disinterest. She supposed it was a demon thing.
Her small, secret smile widened into a full grin when she felt him move in behind her. His arms circled her middle, one hand raising to fondle her breast, his head dipping to press his open mouth to the curve of her naked shoulder. She could feel his erection through the clothes he hadn't bothered with taking off, sending a delighted shudder up her spine as she leaned back into him, reaching behind her with one hand and sliding her wet fingers up his neck and into his hair.
"Changed your mind?" she teased, wrapping her other arm around his.
"Mmmphff," he replied, through a mouthful of water that he'd gotten from kissing her facing the spray.
Less than a minute, and he was already mostly soaked. He shivered at her fingers dug into his hair, then moaned as she wiggled her ass against his groin. The water was surprisingly warm too; he'd forgotten how nice it was to have external warmth surrounding him. At that, he turned her she faced him and also that his back was to the spray, absorbing the majority of it. Then he hissed, having forgotten that water on the shoulder that'd been torn open wasn't going to feel great.
He shifted so that shoulder wasn't hit directly by the hard spray, and ignored that his shirt stuck unpleasantly to his back. He kissed Pate, keeping her held tightly to his front. Her skin felt slick under his hands, and they moved smoothly from the nape of her neck to the swell of her ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze.
Pate grimaced at the pained sound he made, shuffling accommodatingly with him when he maneuvered them to keep his shoulder out from under the spray.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," she murmured against his mouth, pressing as closely as she could against him while his hands glided over her body, down her back to her butt. She hummed happily as his fingers kneaded the flesh, peppering the open neck of his dress shirt with kisses to the moistened skin that was warming in the water.
His clothes were soaked through, the striped shirt practically see-through now, showing off his shields and stiff nipples. Smiling, she slid her palms up his torso to circle her fingertips around and around the hardening buds through his shirt.
"I think we can probably lose this now, don't you?" she asked with another impish grin, tugging the hem free of his waistband.
She unhooked his suspenders rather than drag the one over his shoulder, taking great care to peel the sodden shirt off him one arm at a time to minimize the stress on his injury. All the while an almost endless and largely meaningless stream of praise and soothing words left her lips in between gentle kisses pressed to his chest, his neck, his bicep, wherever they happened to land.
At length they got his shirt off and tossed it carelessly to the back of the shower stall. Pate reached up with both hands and swept his drenched hair back out of his face, sweeping it straight back over the crown of his head.
"Not so bad, right?" she asked, hands trailing from his head down to cup his jaw between them. "Is your shoulder okay? I hoped maybe the heat might help it some."
He let her strip him, stealing kisses when he could. Her fingers were nice on his piercings; what was nicer were her palms, applying a little more pressure to them, sending spikes of pleasure into his chest. He returned the favor, rolling her nipples between his thumb and finger, and even interrupting her attempt to get him naked by bending over and taking one into his mouth. Her skin was warm, of course, and the inside of his mouth as he suckled wasn't. He liked the contrast and didn't release her until she forced his head away.
She pushed his soaked hair back and up, and he shook his head like a dog, flinging more water everywhere. As his hair was immediately drenched again it was futile, and it tweaked his shoulder a little, so he didn't repeat it.
"It'll be fine. It's good," he fibbed, more interested in other, more carnal things at the moment than his dumb injured shoulder. "It seems there's one thing missing from this shower, Pate."
He gave her a second to look around them, brow furrowed, before answering himself, with a devilish grin.
"There's no bed in here. How'm I supposed to fuck you through the mattress if there's no bed in here?"
With his fingers teasing her nipples into points, as pleasurable as it was (and it was pleasurable), Pate steadfastly continued her attempts to at least rinse the worst of the grime off him. When he took it upon himself to latch onto a breast with his mouth she gasped and arched at the sensation; the steaming water and her own heated skin contrasted with his cool tongue and lips had arousal pooling in the pit of her stomach, thumping in her pulse points and in between her legs.
Judging by the strained fabric at the front of Beetlejuice's pants, he was more than ready to go. And truthfully, so was she, but she wanted to take her time this round, to show him what he meant to her and how glad she was to have him in her life. Which meant she was going to need to cool them both down, just a little bit, to make this last. Breathing deeply, willing herself to remain composed she smiled up at his observation.
"Don't you worry, Bug," she cooed, her thumbs circling the points of his hips. "We'll have plenty of time for that. We've got all the time we want."
She turned off the water and grabbed a couple towels from the shelf mounted next to the shower. Briskly drying herself, Pate also toweled off Beetlejuice's hair while he wriggled his way at last out of his drenched and clinging pants. His hardened cock sprang free as he slid his tatty boxer-briefs down, nestled in pubic hair that was tinted distinctly pink, like the rest of his hair. Smiling at him, both of them still slightly damp and warm, Pate gripped his waist and pulled herself flush against him for another kiss.
"Go lay down for me?" she murmured into his mouth. "Let me take care of you?"
After a rough toweling and his cock being trapped against her, he'd have done just about anything she'd asked. He nodded feverishly at her request even if he wasn't quite sure what she meant, and led the way back to the bedroom, flopping down onto the mattress.
She giggled as he bounced on the bed, his damp hair fluffy as bird's down. Pink was crawling up the soft green strands from the roots, darkening even as she padded over and seated herself, still every bit as naked as he was, on the bed next to him. Pate smiled fondly down at him, his lips slightly parted in anticipation, eyes riveted to her face as she stroked a hand through his hair. Even the minimal washing had made it so much softer, silky between her fingers, and her smile widened when he let his head roll to the side, into her touch.
Shifting closer, her leg bent under her while the other dangled off the edge of the mattress, Pate leaned in to press her mouth to his again, supporting her weight on her elbow so she could keep her hand in his hair while the other wandered his body; her thumb brushing across the apple of his cheek, stroking his scruffy jaw and down his neck, scratching lightly through his chest hair.
"I wanna make you feel so good, Bug," she breathed against him in between hot presses of their lips against one another. "I wish I'd done it sooner."
She let her head fall next to his, lavishing hot open mouth kisses to the side of his neck while her scratching fingers roamed lower, following the wispy trail of hair from his belly to his groin.
She felt him tense, heard him gasp as she just grazed the head of his cock. "I wanna taste you, baby. Would you like that?"
He was already losing the heat he'd gained from the shower, so it was nice Pate snuggled into his side. Her hand and fingers felt good too, scratching along his skin, tickling him in the best way. He couldn't help but moan at something as simple as her nails in his scruff; that particular caress happened so few and far between he never remembered how much he liked that until someone did it.
He could pound nails with his cock, and nothing had really even happened yet. Needily, he opened his mouth against hers, straining upward to keep the contact as long as he could when she pulled back to breathe.
Her words too, sent a shiver through him. It was rare enough to be non-existent that someone wanted to take care of him that he wasn't quite sure what to say or do. He thought he should touch her, return the caresses, just fling her over and go to town rutting, but she settled even more comfortably with her head against his.
"Y-yes?" he faltered. He cleared his throat and tried again, as difficult as that was when her hand brushed his cock. "Yes, please, fuck, Pate!"
Random monosyllabic words should convey it, right?
His enthusiastic consent, slightly raspy and edged with desperation, excited her. She sucked delicately on the sensitive skin just behind his ear, kissing her way around to his face as she raised herself onto her knees. Pate giggled when he sat up as much as he could to keep their mouths in contact as she moved away, her hands trailing down his body as she went. Finally he collapsed back into the pillows, watching her with lust blown eyes as she settled herself between his legs.
There really was no more point in teasing him, he was already so hard. She could see a glistening bead of pre-cum at the slit. Her heart hammering in her chest, as much with nerves as with arousal, she stroked her hands up and down his thighs and made a confession.
"I've, um . . . never actually done this before. So you'll let me know if I'm doing it right?"
She'd held him in her hand already, so she wasn't too shy to settle in and wrap her hand around him. At her touch, Beetlejuice let out the most gorgeous cross between a gasp and a moan and the sound went straight to her pussy. She could feel the wet heat between her own legs but that could wait.
Keeping her eyes on his face, watching for his reactions to see what he liked, Pate started out slowly, simply kissing up the underside of his shaft along the thick vein that ran there. When she got to the head, she lapped at the precariously perched drop of fluid and then experimentally took him in her mouth, just a bit, to get used to the feel and the taste of him.
It took a lot of willpower not to buck up against the moist wet heat of her mouth. But after her confession, he didn't want to do anything brash like gag her and turn her off it completely. Still, he couldn't help reaching down and catching the side of her head as she made it to the top of his shaft and put her lips around him. When her tongue lapped at him, caught between her lips, he closed his eyes and groaned. He forced himself to hold very still.
She stopped, and he opened his eyes again to look down at her, looking up at him with a slightly worried look on her face.
"Don't tease," he warned lightly, but with a smile, interpreting her expression that maybe she'd done something wrong. "You're doing fine, baby. Your mouth feels so good, I just had to concentrate on something else for a sec. You know, think about baseball stats and Sandworm incubation facts and stuff like that."
He brushed the hair off her forehead, then thought that maybe holding her head was going to be too presumptuous, so he released her and put that hand to his side.
Pate smiled around his cock when his fingers found their way into her hair and the delicious moan that escaped him. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the muscle taut and straining and she worried for a moment that she'd hurt him. At his smile and words of reassurance, it occurred to her that it was the other way round: once again he was taking her feelings into consideration ahead of his own. She'd already admitted her lack of experience, he must be restraining himself so as not to spook her.
Though she didn't think she was quite ready to take him all the way down, she was determined to return the consideration. Taking him in her mouth again, a little further this time, running her tongue around and around him, hollowing her cheeks, she then got her hands involved as well. She grasped his shaft lightly in one hand, pumping minutely while the other reached up to locate his hand. Catching his fingers, Pate tugged his hand back down and pressed it to her head. It was nice to have the guiding contact, helping her find the rhythm he wanted. When his hand curled once more into her hair, she let her own fall from his and trailed her fingers down his hip, giving his balls a gentle exploratory tug.
That wet heat made him groan again; so similar and different than a pussy, all at the same time. Her tongue never stopped, and when she applied some suction, he clenched his fists into the bed linens while his thighs tensed. She hadn't taken her hand off him either, and that added a little extra novel stimulation too.
Her reaching for his hand and prying it off the sheets made him open his eyes and watch her put it back into her hair, and with her permission now he had her bob at a little faster pace.
"Fuck, baby," he moaned, "your mouth feels so good--I fucking love it--use your hand a little more, give me a little squeeze--ah--!"
The unexpected fondle on his balls made him jump. His fingers slipped out of her hair to her jaw, and he lifted her head just a little so she'd look at him. She did not take her mouth off him.
"Hah--easy, easy down there, baby," he chuckled. "A little bit goes a long way, 'kay?"
Her nod made his cock slide into her mouth again, and he couldn't help but moan wordlessly at the sight. His free hand went to the same side's nipple, and he rubbed his piercing to make pleasure slip through his body from both erogenous zones.
She may say she was inexperienced, but he wasn't going to last long.
All his little moans and gasps, his fingers twitching against her scalp, his legs taut as bowstrings to either side of her while she stroked and sucked him. He looked so good like this and Pate found herself torn. Part of her was eager to see how much more he could take, how many more sounds she could coax from him, if she could make him tremble and shake. She felt sure that she could, he was clearly very close already.
But goddamn did she want him inside her. She wanted his arms around her and hers around him. She wanted his mouth on her, she didn’t even care what part. Though her cunt was aching dully, neglected while she devoted all her attention to him. Since she had made up her mind that this was his night, Pate decided to leave it up to him. She took him in as deep as she could, drawing slowly back until he slid from between her lips and leaving his cock coated in saliva as she idly continued stroking with one hand. Smiling as she watched him play with his own nipple, her other hand traced up and down his forearm.
“How bout it, Beej?” she asked. “Want me to keep going or would you like a break?”
A break. A break was good. Good--
The climb up the ladder was bliss, but it got more precarious the closer he got to the top, and he wasn't sure he'd have been able to prevent coming if Pate hadn't taken it upon herself to give him a second to recoup.
He picked up his head and looked down at her, smiling up at him coyly, her lips shiny from spit. Idly she pulled his cock like it was nothing, like she didn't realize her hand was of the best things in the fucking world at the moment and she was going to make him come in a just a few more stokes--or maybe she did--
"Pate, baby, please, your mouth--please?" he begged, sounding needy in his own ears. "It was so good, it is so good--!"
He cut himself off with a keening whine as she took pity on him and closed her mouth over him again.
His voice, desperate and needful, begging for her, made her throbbing pussy clench. Dutifully she bent back to her task, sighing in gratification at the high-pitched whine he let out as her lips encircled him. She didn’t suck too hard, wanting to savor seeing him coming apart for her like this, but she did bob her head, laving the underside of his shaft with the flat of her tongue, flicking at the flared head. He seemed to enjoy the additional stimulation provided by her hands, so she let them roam as far as they could reach; up his inner thighs, over his hip bones, dragging her nails over his stomach.
Despite the fact that Beetlejuice didn’t need to breathe, he was panting, his mouth open and his eyes tightly shut. He continued mercilessly teasing one of his pierced nipples, now a hard, bright red bud. She moaned against him in her mouth, the vibration making his hips move in a frantically aborted jerk as he keened right along with her. He was close, then, so close, but there was one more thing she wanted to do.
Slipping one hand up to his chest, she palmed his neglected nipple, scratching around the shield while she moved her mouth off his cock and replaced it at once with her other hand when he whined again at the loss of contact. His entire groin was slick with her saliva, so she continued pumping him with her hand, nosing at the hot pink nest of pubic hair before taking his balls between her lips, first one and then the other, sucking gently.
Pleasure was a solid mass in him, expanding to fill each and every inch. He was rapidly losing the ability to think coherently. His chest was on fire; Pate wasn’t overly gentle as her hand went to his nipple and stimulation to his piercings made them ache in the most delicious way.
He whined at the loss of her mouth and she immediately stroked him by hand, that was good, good, her mouth had wet heat but her hand had pressure--she slipped further down, out of the reach of all but the tips of his fingers, he managed to pick up his head to see what she was doing--all the hair on his body was as flamingo pink, like he’d been spray painted--then her glorious mouth was on his balls and that was a fourth spot that threw fuel on the blaze of euphoria inside him--
Through the unending moans, he managed to babble, “Fuck-fuck-fuck--Pate, I’m gonna come--I’m gonna come--” to warn her.
It wasn’t soon enough. That pleasure was at its tipping point. He tensed involuntarily and cried out as he came. A rope of jizz exploded from his cock onto his belly; her fist had been high on his shaft and got covered too.
For a second he was lost in himself, riding the wave of pleasure. Everything in the universe seemed to pause and he drifted back to reality slowly, gradually realizing Pate was still between his thighs.
He groaned and tightened his fingers in the hair on her head that he could reach, urging without words for her to come back up.
Pate’s ministrations slowed but did not stop as Beetlejuice went rigid all over, his cock twitching in her hand as he found his release and spurted translucent cum over his stomach. She kept stroking and sucking while he rode it out, drinking in his ecstatic cry and the reedy moans that followed that initial spike of pleasure. When he finally went slack, sagging heavily into the bedspread she sat upright between his legs, smiling at him. Every bit of hair on his body was bright pink, his amber eyes glassy and a drunken grin on his face. Her hand was still curled loosely around him, growing soft but still dripping. She leaned into his reaching fingers for a moment, humming happily, before dipping her head to take his cock between her lips once more, eliciting a whimper at the contact to his already overstimulated head.
She didn’t suck hard or go down far, just enough to catch the trailing rivulets of cum before they slid down his shaft into his hair. Pulling back up and releasing him with a soft pop! she repeated the process on her own hand, keeping her eyes on his as she licked away the sticky residue.
“We made a bit of a mess, didn’t we?” she purred, her pussy fluttering excitedly at the look on his face as she raised herself onto her hands and knees and began crawling over him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Watching his expression as long as possible while she lowered her head to his soft, rounded belly, Pate pushed her hair back with one hand while she lapped at the spattered release dotted across his abdomen.
The taste of it was salty and earthy on her tongue, almost like grass or moss with a tinge of something slightly acrid. A long, low moan left him as she dragged her tongue and lips over his skin, wicking away the chilly smears with her mouth and working her way up his chest where she paused long enough to press a soft, warm kiss to his red and stiff nipple before settling finally at his side, nuzzling into the side of his face.
“I take it you liked that?” she giggled.
Her soft tongue dragging itself over his skin, through the hair on his belly, lapping up his come, seared itself into his mind's eye as one of the sexiest fucking things he'd ever seen. Top five, easily.
And the soft kiss on his overworked nipple made him twitch. He nodded in response to her question, and caught the back of her head to pull her in for a deep kiss. The taste of himself in her mouth made him groan deep in his chest, and his free hand roamed down her body, making a pit stop to cup and knead her breast and roll her nipple to a hard nub.
When she needed air, he still kept her close.
"It's not gonna take long for me to be ready for you again," he muttered into her open mouth, dropping his eyes to indicate his groin. "But what would you like to do in the meantime? What would you like me to do to you, baby, or is it dealer's choice?"
Pate sighed through her nose, letting herself melt into him as their mouths moved against one another. She moaned when his hand found her breast, kneading the pliable flesh and teasing her nipple. Her leg draped across his thigh, hooking her foot around his calf while one hand pressed flat to his chest. Coming up to breathe was annoying but necessary, her hand gliding up his sternum to cup his jaw while she panted against his lips, their eyes locked together at least until his darted downward toward his crotch.
His murmured words made her shiver, the throbbing heat between her legs not abated in the least, and she chuckled.
"Well, we are in Vegas," she replied. "People come here to gamble and, I gotta admit, I'm feeling pretty lucky." She leaned in to pepper his neck with more soft, wet kisses. "I'm game with whatever you wanna throw at me, Beej. I trust you."
Her leg over his pressed her groin to his thigh, and from the heat of her pussy it was more than obvious she’d been turned on without him doing anything more than laying back and letting her have her way with him. The least he could do was return the favor.
He glanced up and back to take stock of the headboard of the bed. Bolted to the wall, it seemed, and that was perfect. Twisting without telling her his intentions, Beetlejuice tossed the pillows off the bed, and then turned his attention back to her.
Drawing a hand down her side and stretching to reach the lower swell of her ass, he pulled upward as he said,
“I think I’m the lucky one. Come on baby. Crawl up me and have a seat right here.”
He licked his lips through a smile and raised his eyebrows so there was no mistaking exactly where he meant.
She gave an appreciative purr against the column of his throat when Beetlejuice's hand slid down to grab at her ass, tugging insistently for her to reposition herself. The unmistakably suggestive smile, his tongue gliding over his lips and the desire smoldering in his amber eyes had her insides squirming again, arousal bubbling low in her gut like molten metal, threatening to overflow.
A little uncertain, Pate got her limbs underneath her and rose up onto her knees beside him. Bracing herself with one hand to the headboard, Beetlejuice's own hands coming up to grip her hips and help keep her steady, she positioned herself so that she straddled his head. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her ribs, keeping one hand on the headboard as she looked down the length of her body at his face. His eyes were practically glued to her pussy, but she reached down with her free hand to run her fingers through his hair and get his attention.
"Don't-don't let me hurt you, okay?" she said, her voice faltering on her a bit. "If you need to stop, you stop."
The pressure of her thighs around his head, the intoxicating heat of her, her most intimate area practically in his mouth -- it took him a second of her applying increasing pressure pulling his hair for him to break his gaze on her pussy and look up her body to her eyes.
Her legs trembled, and he wasn't sure if it was from anticipation or from the effort of keeping herself up off him. From the look of apprehension on her face, it was probably the latter.
"You can't hurt me, baby," he told her. "Non-breathing, remember? But if you need a break, if you to tap out, you're gonna have to let me know--"
With that, without waiting for a reply, he lifted his head the short distance between them and closed his mouth over her pussy.
She was going to point out that with his injured shoulder, yes, in fact she could hurt him without meaning to, particularly with the position they were in. But any words that may have tried to form were lost in the surprised yelp that forced its way out as he dove right in, finally finally touching her where she was most desperate for him.
Pate fought to keep herself from going totally slack against him and depositing her full weight on his face, even as her head lolled back and her eyes slid shut at the feeling of his lips working against her, his tongue delving into her folds.
The hand still in his hair tightened into a fist, tugging the soft, bright pink locks while the arm on the headboard went ramrod straight as her thighs continued to strain and shake around his head.
"Ohhh, fuck, Beeeeeej," she moaned. "Baby, that feels so good."
The taste of her flooded his mouth and he groaned his appreciation. After first trying to cover the entirety of her and hearing her yelp as he did, he grinned and relaxed, licking her slowly from cunt to clit, over and over.
He tried to watch her but she’d arched a little backwards so he had no view of her face. Closing his eyes instead, he focused on her in his mouth. He explored her, and learned what she liked: dipping his tongue into her like a thinner, more mobile cock, sucking her folds, discovering her clit and using a combination of suction and lapping and humming so his mouth vibrated against her.
Her hand tight in his hair helped guide him to what she wanted.
One thing he didn’t like was her still trying to be considerate and hold herself up a little. Taking her by the hips, he pulled her down forcefully onto him, chuckling as she gasped and struggled for a moment, before he made her moan from pleasure again.
“You taste so good, baby,” he said in her ear, even though his mouth was fully occupied.
She had already been so wet, so ready for him that now with his tongue prodding in and out of her entrance and circling her clit, ecstasy was pulsing from her cunt outward into her furthest nerve endings like bolts of lightning. He surprised her when he yanked her down onto him, his big hands and long fingers grasping her by the hips to hold her in place.
When he chuckled the vibration tingled through her entire groin and she whimpered, biting at her bottom lip while her hand carded through his hair. Hearing his voice in her ear while his lips and tongue were buried in her pussy made her groan as a shudder went down her spine, her hips rolling slightly against his mouth.
“God, Beej, I'm close," she rasped, and it was true. That tightly wound spring in the pit of her stomach was going to give any second.
She'd finally stopped struggling to stay off him, and even rocked her pelvis harder onto him, which made him grin. Her fingers tightened in his hair, a good ache, and he focused on her clit, holding it lightly between his lips and applying steady pressure with the flat of his tongue. Occasionally he shook his head minutely, for some variance.
When her thighs trembled around his head and she cried that she was close, he was relentless, increasing the pressure, the suction, on her.
Into her ear he whispered, "That's good baby--come for me? Come on my mouth, come in my mouth--such a good girl--"
Gripping her tightly, he kept her in place.
She felt his hands grip her harder, fingers pressing into the flesh as he ravished her clit with single-minded attention. A high, strangled cry escaped her, core muscles tightening and arching her forward to watch him, panting and moaning breathlessly as he egged her closer and closer to the edge.
"Beej, shit! AH!" she whined, burying both hands in his magenta hair while her hips juddered against his mouth.
She didn't want to go too hard, but she was so close now it was almost agony. She raked her nails over his scalp, whimpering as she teetered there on the precipice. She felt him hum against her, his eyes opening and raising to meet hers and the coiled spring snapped at last. Pate let out a wordless cry as she came against his mouth, bracing her hands against the headboard again as pleasure wracked her body in wave after wave, each a little gentler than the last until they subsided and left her trembling, nearly bent double over Beetlejuice's head between her thighs.
"Baby, oh my god," she whispered, almost close enough to kiss his hairline.
Pate's cries of pleasure were muffled, but there was no denying her body's reaction. He grinned as wetness flooded his mouth and chin, and as she couldn't contain herself, squeezing her thighs around his head and fingers gripping his hair so hard it hurt until she had to support herself against the headboard.
He stayed in place, continuing to lap at her swollen clit gently, wanting to draw out her orgasm as long as she could stand it.
It took her a little time, but eventually she moved herself up and away from his mouth. He did stretch upward to plant one more kiss on her pussy as she did, smiling impishly.
"I guess that was okay then, baby?" he asked while she panted and continued to tremble over him.
Difficult as it was to lift herself off him with legs turned to rubber, Pate eased back down to the mattress beside him, propping on one elbow so she could lean in to kiss him. She moaned into his mouth at the taste of herself on his lips and tongue, her hands unable to keep from cupping his face between them, tracing through his hair, down his neck, skating over his chest.
She huffed a breathless laugh at his self-satisfied question, but try as she might she couldn't come up with anything clever to say back. Just as he'd predicted, though, Beetlejuice was indeed growing hard again, she could already tell. Smirking at him, Pate kissed a trail from his lips, pecking his chin and his neck all the way down his chest to a nipple where she proceeded to wrap her lips around one of the shields, strumming the rosy bud with the tip of her tongue and humming against the silver circle.
Teasing and using their mouths all night? He could get behind that. Her kisses were nice; he arched his back and hissed as her mouth closed over a piercing.
His cock throbbed though, and he wondered if she wanted something a little more than just what they'd already done. Despite quite enjoying her playing on his chest, he caught her hair in his fingers and urged her back up to his mouth. When she complied, he kissed her deeply. As she relaxed into it, he grinned impishly and without preamble flipped her to her back so he was finally on top of her.
At her gasp due to the sudden change in position he grinned even more widely and leaned down to kiss her again. That move strained his healing shoulder, so he went to an elbow on that side and did his best to ignore it.
She could have happily continued mouthing at his nipples for a good long while, particularly when the sensation made him arch so prettily off the bed. But Beetlejuice seemed to have had enough of teasing for the time being, and Pate’s surprised gasp turned into a delighted laugh when he abruptly rolled them over and pressed her to the bedspread, pinning her under his body. The feel of him, every inch of him, crushed against her made her heart race again, that squirming, fluttering starting up in the pit of her stomach once more.
Pate smiled against his mouth when he dipped his head to catch her lips in another deep kiss, running her fingers through the short, fine hair at the base of his skull while she wiggled into a more comfortable position underneath him, dragging the heel of one foot up the back of his leg. His erection, sandwiched between them and digging into her abdomen, made the muscles in her pelvic floor clench.
“I take it this means you’re ready to go again?” she giggled, nipping softly at the juncture of his jaw and his neck.
She'd laughed and wiggled so teasingly under him. She'd also kept him close by wrapping her leg over his.
"I think you already know the answer to that, babydoll," he groaned.
He shifted, pushing himself upward just a little off her. Walking his hand down her side, making a pit stop to cup her tit and plucking her nipple to a peak, he slipped his hand between their bellies and took his cock by the base. Rocking his hips back, it was easy to drag the head of his cock along her slit. Just that felt good, so he did it again, and again. pausing each time as though he was about to slip into her. If he wasn't pressed so tightly to her, he'd have watched his own hand, but as it were, he watched her expressions as he teased.
He repeated her question back to her. "You ready to go again, baby?"
A tiny, breathless moan left her when his tip brushed along the length of her lips. Tingling heat prickled her skin, from scalp to toes, as he repeated the motion several more times and she gasped with each tantalizing pass, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. The warm tingling settled in her nether region, pulsing anxiously at Beetlejuice's teasing.
Between that, the bite of the chilly nipple shields that periodically grazed so perfectly against her own nipples, his husky voice tickling her skin . . . it was almost too much to take. Pate arched up against him, angling for a kiss but missing the mark and pressing her forehead to his brow, her parted lips gasping against the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck, Beej, yes need you so bad, baby," she all but whined, her hands grasping at his neck, the side of his head, his upper arm braced against the mattress.
He chuckled, about to tease her for her neediness, but she'd be able to turn that right back on him too if she wanted. So this time, when his cock slipped smoothly down her folds, he hesitated only another moment before rocking his hips forward, dipping the tip into her pussy.
The immediate heat made him groan, and he pushed forward. There was a little resistance--he could've used a little spit for lube--but the friction was divine and he didn't stop until he was buried fully inside her.
Beetlejuice moaned, a long thin sound as his groin met hers. He paused, and held himself up off her with one solid and one shaky arm.
"Fuck, baby--you feel so fucking good--" he panted.
Pate bit back a whimper at the pressure as he pushed himself inside, gradually relaxing around his length once he was fully hilted. She sighed at his moan, at the sublime feeling of fullness in her pussy and his body flush against hers, reaching up to press a hand to his cheek. His stubble scratched at her palm, her thumb brushing the curve of his jaw while the pads of her fingers rubbed idly at the soft, delicate skin behind his ear. She smiled at his breathless words.
“So do you, sweetheart,” she murmured. “God, I love how it feels to have you inside me.”
She turned her head, pressing kisses to his bicep up toward the front of his shoulder, about to hoist her legs around his waist and assure him that it was okay to start moving. But she paused a moment, feeling the tremble in the taut muscle against her lips, and just like that she remembered his injury.
“Beej, are you okay like this?” she asked, concerned, bringing up her other hand to hold his face. “Do we need to move? It’s fine if you can’t stay like this, honey, we’ll work it out.”
He couldn’t still his hips; the drive to thrust into her was a primal need. He was able to simply rock them, however, smaller, more delicate movements that still made bliss flare inside him. At Pate’s questions, he stopped again, buried deep inside her. That might have been a poor choice, because the tight heat of her pussy threatened to shut down higher brain function.
He pushed himself up a little off her and looked down. She was beautiful under him, her eyes dark with arousal and pleasure, her lips shiny. Her chest heaved from her breaths and her tits were perfect. Her belly pressed against his and her legs wrapped around his waist and thighs; this was sublime. She was perfection below him.
In the precious seconds it took to be able to try and answer her his injured arm started to shake.
Despite the obvious physical response to her question, he shook his head.
“No, no--I want this, I wanted you under me, I wanted to do the work--” he groaned. “I want to make you feel good, baby--”
He cut himself off with another groan.
Truth be told, she wanted this, too. The weight of him on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress, the delicious friction produced when his hips rocked so gently into her. It was all so damn good. She was desperate for more and she wished she could just wrap her limbs around him and take whatever he had to give, to give him everything she had to offer. But the pinched, pained flicker that crossed his face, the tremor that shook his rigid arm as he held himself up, trying so hard to solider on despite the obvious pain he must be in, all for her. Her thumping heart seemed to swell inside her chest, her hand idly stroking the side of his face as an idea began to form.
“Hey, what about your tentacles?” she suggested.
It felt like such a weird thing to say aloud in a sexual situation, but at the same time she felt dumb for not having thought of it sooner. At his questioning look Pate elaborated, tracing her other hand down the back of his upper arm as she said,
“That way you can relax your shoulder and we can still stay like we are. Because as much as I like having you on top of me, I don’t want it causing you pain.”
She traced his bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, eyes searching his face.
“How’s that sound, Bug?”
Her suggestion cut through the pleasure and the ache. He stopped completely, and stared down at her with wide eyes. There was no way he'd heard her correctly.
"My--what? W-what?" he stuttered.
When he stammered like he'd misunderstood and went stock still, she did worry that she might've totally ruined the mood. She craned her head up, pressing her lips to his in soft, warm kisses, trailing across his cheek, tugging his head down to reach his forehead with her mouth, doing her best to soothe the distress from his features.
"You don't have to if you don't want," she assured him first and foremost. "It was just an idea, take the weight off your arm, use one of your tentacles to hold yourself up. I want this to be good for you, too, sweet boy."
Even surprise didn't prevent him from automatically returning her kisses, but he didn't close his eyes as he tried to wrap his head around what she'd said.
His shadow mass? His tentacles? They were frightening appendages. No one who saw them wanted to see them again; usually they never wanted to see him again. He'd been sent away more than once when a breather got a look at them, and him looking more demonic than not. And Pate suggested them?
He said, "Pate, baby . . . I . . ."
Then he was stuck. They were monstrous. He was monstrous with them.
". . . I . . . that's not . . . I mean. You'd be . . . okay with that?"
Pate laughed lightly through her nose, tilting her head and taking the mixture of awe and disbelief on his face. She smiled warmly up at him, lightly stroking her fingers up and down his jaw, brushing the corner of his lips with her thumb. Her fond smile only widened when he leaned into her touch, like he wasn't even aware he was doing it.
Even after everything they had been through together, even though they were lying in bed together, him literally inside her, he always seemed so certain that he was just about to be sent away. Given what she'd gleaned about his experiences before they met, Pate had no trouble understanding why, as much as it saddened her to think about.
She could understand why he would be hesitant to show his more demonic self to her again, but every time she had glimpsed it before he had been protecting her, saving her. She'd been startled by them at first, to be sure, but she was no more afraid of them now than she was of him. So she told him so.
"Of course, Love Bug," she replied, still smiling at him, still cradling the side of his face in her hand. "They're part of you. There's nothing about you that I'd be not okay with because... I like you, Beetlejuice."
She used his full name, knowing it would get his attention and hold it.
"I like you a lot. All of you. You don't have to hide anything about you from me, okay?"
It still took him several moments of trying to fully understand what she proposed and that she said she was okay with it. Those several moments made his shoulder ache so much he couldn’t control the tremor in his arm.
Pate was smiling up at him. She was still holding his face. She hadn’t kicked him off her--for which he was more than grateful, because laying atop her still buried in her heat was sublime, even if his brain was short-circuiting for a different reason than shared pleasure. He supposed there’d be plenty of time for her to plant her feet on his chest and shove him away, once she realized what she’d suggested was a mistake.
With a thought, with a sigh, Beetlejuice brought forth one tentacle from his shadow mass. A second and third followed it; releasing just one made it difficult to prevent others from slipping through the ether. With concentration, he didn’t allow others.
One, as per her suggestion, went to the mattress to bolster himself. As soon as it seemed solid, he relaxed his arm, and she was right; it helped immensely. The other two, the ones he would have preferred not to have at the moment because one was enough for a breather to try and handle, gently explored her, one at her shoulder, the other her waist. They nudged along her skin and the one higher on her body dipped down to her tit. When it realized her nipple hardened, it wrapped around the bud and seemed content to apply pressure at random intervals.
Beetlejuice had closed his eyes and his lips were a thin line. He imagined a horrified expression on her face, but she hadn’t gasped, screamed, or shoved him off her yet, so cautiously he cracked his eyelids again to look down at her.
She couldn't help the tiny surprised gasp that escaped when not one but three of the writhing tendrils of shadow appeared, as if slipping through a gap between reality and some other world. Or were they always there, albeit invisible? Pate watched curiously, fascinated by them as one pressed firmly down into the mattress by her head while the others tentatively moved around her body. Beetlejuice let out a soft, relieved sound as she saw his arm relax, the tentacle taking the weight with practically no effort.
Seeing them again with no dire life-or-death situation taking center stage, Pate wondered at them. They appeared prehensile, acting independently of one another as they glided over her skin, or perhaps they had a sort of intelligence of their own? They had a weight and a mass to them, almost like the muscled, tubular body of a snake but instead of cool scales they felt like velvet, smooth and surprisingly soft. Her questions evaporated when the tentacle exploring her upper body found her breast, curling around the nipple and squeezing much like Beetlejuice would with his own hands. She gasped again at the feeling, her hand reaching up to wrap around the black mass and hold it encouragingly in place.
Above her, Beetlejuice's expression was one of someone braced for an imminent explosion or crash, his lips pulled into a tight, thin line as he peeked at her. She grinned at him as the tentacle continued its gentle kneading, the hand still on his face skritching at his stubble.
"There now. Is that better?" she asked, glancing meaningfully at his shoulder.
“Oh baby, is it ever,” he groaned, and wondered how he could explain he meant both the ache in his shoulder and the fact that extra appendages were feeding him sensations as well.
Now his cock was deep in the wet heat of her pussy, and two tentacles were exploring her skin. It was divine. He rocked his hips, just a bit, to test his balance, and fresh pleasure bubbled up deep in his belly. Moaning, he leaned down and kissed her. It might be wrong to think about how it would feel to have more of his tentacles wrapped around her, now that it seemed she wasn’t horrified, but the inkling was there.
He thrust into her with a little more intent, and dropped his head to her neck, taking a bite of her skin between his teeth as he groaned.
Pate's eyes slid shut, humming happily and nibbling her own lip when his hips gave a small, perfunctory roll into her pelvis, feeling herself clenching minutely around him as they began working back up to the pleasure and the momentum they'd lost. She folded her arms around his neck when he dipped his head to hers, opening her mouth invitingly and sighing against him as his tongue delved in.
One of her hands slid into his hair, fingernails scratching at the back of his head to keep him close while the other wound under his arm and around his back, tracing random shapes over his skin. Likewise, the two tentacles not occupied with supporting him continued stroking along her body, the one still squeezing delightfully at her breast, the other coiling around her thigh. She hiked both legs up higher, around his waist, gasping when the shift in position actually allowed him to sink deeper into her.
"Oh, god, Beej," she moaned against his ear when his thrusting became a bit more deliberate. She hissed, tightening her grip in his hair when she felt his teeth on her neck. His groan vibrated against her skin as he began to find his rhythm and Pate moaned again, the sensations fogging her brain in need and want. His cock pumping into her, his mouth at her pulse, his clever and enthusiastic tentacles exploring her skin as if committing the shape of her to memory.
"That's it, baby," she moaned in between open mouthed kisses to the side of his head. "Oh fuck, Beej, just like that!"
Her words of encouragement fueled his hips and he drove into her. He’d ever get enough of her: her sounds, her warmth, the feel of her skin against his . . . she was a goddess and he ached for her.
Despite the fact that she obviously enjoyed having her tit manipulated, the tentacle left off. The closer he got to the pinnacle of orgasm, the harder he fucked her, and the two tentacles that had squirmed their way into existence slipped between Pate’s lower back and the mattress, elevating her hips so he could have a better angle to go deeply into her pussy.
It shifted his position too, making his pelvis cant so he had to sit up a bit. He pulled her legs to his shoulders. .
That eliminated most need for the support from the third tentacle, and it took the place of the one at her chest, a thicker section of it covering and applying pressure to her nipple, while the tip stretched upward and felt along her lower lip and corner of her mouth, before the tiniest bit of it slipped between her lips.
As his pace increased, Pate's mouth fell open and a litany of gasps, moans and broken speech spilled out. She shivered when she felt the sleek, smooth tentacles curling beneath her, lifting her off the bedspread. She gasped when he sat them more upright and slung her legs onto his chest, her feet framing his face while he held her thighs and she couldn't contain the tremulous whimper that came out when the change in angle caused his thrusting to hit dead center on a spot that took her breath away.
Her eyes closed as bliss continued to well up inside her like a pot just begging to boil over. The third tentacle, no longer necessary to support him, took to coiling itself around her breast, rhythmically squeezing while the tip played with her bottom lip. God how she wanted to kiss him, but she couldn't reach just now. So she wrapped her hand around the tentacle like she had his cock not so long ago, opening her mouth and guiding it in to explore, her other hand fumbling for and then landing on his thigh.
With her legs held to his chest, Pate could feel the bite of the cold nipple piercings against the back of her thighs, the rumbling in his torso as he moaned along with her, his hands digging into her soft flesh. She was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations building, a wave that was going to drag her under any second now. The angle of his cock driving into her hit that spot again and again and heat was flooding through her body.
"Beej! Ah! Fuck, baby, don't stop!" she cried, her own hands tightening on his thigh and the saliva-slick tentacle that continued to nudge at her face. "God, baby, I'm gonna come!"
Her laid out before him, his cock enveloped by the wet heat of her pussy and the tentacle dipping into the wet heat of her mouth for a split second, the beautiful moans from her--it was more than he could have imagined when she’d accidentally called him up so many days ago.
Even without her telling him, he knew she was close. There was a tremor in her that hadn’t been before. The hand on his leg squeezed. Her voice hitched. Her cunt tightened, relaxed, and tightened again. Through a haze of his own mounting ecstasy he let her guide him to what she needed; deep and at an angle that seemed to elicit the most pleasure in her.
He wouldn’t last much longer, but Beetlejuice kept his eyes locked on the woman below him.
“Fucking good, baby,” he praised, as he thrust into her. “Come on my cock--fuck! I wanna feel you come on my cock--”
He had to cut off his own sentence to concentrate on not coming himself, working hard to let her finish first.
His words of encouragement, hoarse and punctuated by grunts of effort, his burning amber eyes that held hers, watching her face, egging her on...
The intimacy of the steady eye contact was almost too much to stand, accompanied by the unflagging rhythm of his hips, his hands clasping at her thighs hard enough to bruise, his cock so perfectly hitting that spot with each inward thrust and his head dragging against it with each pull back. The tentacle at her chest was still at work, kneading and squeezing first one breast and then the other and then both. She moaned and whined, feeling muscles tighten in her core, in her legs, straining to reach the peak. Finally, all but screaming his name, Pate crested the wave and pleasure exploded through her body, her legs shaking against Beetlejuice's chest, her hips doing their best to move in time with him to ride it out as long as possible.
"Come with me, baby," she breathed, still adrift in the undulating ripples of euphoria, turning her ankles to curl her feet around the back of his neck.
He watched as she couldn't help break eye contact with him, as her orgasm dragged her away. His name from her lips made him smile, briefly, before his jaw loosened with the pleasure continuing to mount in him. He'd have liked to stop moving for a moment to savor the sight and feel of a beautiful woman falling apart below him, but the drive to keep fucking her was too much.
Through her orgasm, Pate's pussy contracted and released around his cock, adding increased friction. As he leaned over her, her ankles locked around the back of his neck, drawing him further down. Although two tentacles were still wrapped under the small of her back, supporting her, he slipped his weaker arm under her too, making her arch just a little more, shifting the angle of her hips and lighting up nerve endings he would have thought were already overstimulated.
He dropped his head and cried out. He was almost there, almost there--
Pate placed a palm directly over one of his piercings and squeezed, sending a shockwave of slightly painful pleasure coursing to add to the molten feeling in his belly. That, and her breathy little command were his undoing.
With a howl, Beetlejuice came deep inside her cunt, holding her tightly until his cock stopped throbbing.
Pate worried her bottom lip between her teeth, moaning and shuddering at the sensation of his cock twitching inside her as Beetlejuice followed her into bliss. She kept her hand over his nipple, kneading gently around the sensitive nub as his body began visibly relaxing against her legs still pressed to his chest.
Unhooking her ankles from around his neck, with just a little insistence he let go of her other leg and she shifted her position slightly before slipping them back around his waist, crossing them at his back and urging him closer. At the same time she levered herself upright using her legs wrapped around him as leverage and took his face in both hands, sighing contentedly at the feeling of his arms joining the tentacles around her as she slanted her mouth against his.
"What d'you think?" she gasped between hot, lazy presses of their lips together, smiling against him. "Better than Cher?"
Slowly he drifted back from his high as Pate readjusted underneath him. He'd have gotten off her completely, but she seemed content to have him lay atop her. He didn't put his full weight on her, however; he supported himself a little with his tentacles. They seemed sated too, moving lazily.
He tucked his forehead into the crook of her neck and shoulder.
"I don't know. Cher's pretty awesome," he replied, and when she flicked him with her fingers, he laughed. "It was a joke! This was a million times better than Cher."
Eventually he did move off to her side, his injured shoulder up. His tentacles retreated and he reveled in just relaxing beside her, warm and comfortable. Just being able to kiss her whenever he wanted was wonderful.
As they lazed contentedly, he mused, "I wonder what my beloved brother is doing right now."
Pate shuddered dramatically, told him to forget about his shitty family, and gave him a kiss that included some teeth on his collarbone.
Beetlejuice grinned and pinched her in retaliation. She giggled and he laughed, happy.
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“oh don’t worry, my Kookie.. i have plently planned for us later tonight and for this weekend..” i coo, enjoying the soothing motions as he massages the soap on my body.
“Seokjin invited us to his apartment that he shares with his fiancée, Tae and Joon will meet us there. he said that we don’t have worry about bringing food, but i still think it’d be nice to.” snagging the sponge from Jungkook, i add some of his soap to it before running it over his body, admiring his physique as i did so.
“i thought maybe i’d just bring the extra cupcakes we made, because i know we’re not finishing two dozen on our own...” dropping the sponge as i finish, i grab Junkook’s shampoo instead, lathering it in his hair and combing it back to reveal his forehead. “i like this look on you..”
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"I know I could finish two dozen on my own," Jungkook sighed with mock regret, "But I suppose it's only proper to bring dessert. Those cupcakes are the perfect finishing to any meal."
He grinned as you slicked back his hair, enjoying the feeling of your fingers on his scalp. "That could easily be arranged, babe." He finished up the shower, helping you out of the stall. He stayed out of your way as you got dressed; he combed his hair back, all too happy to indulge your preferences. Not wanting to be overdressed but still hoping to look good for you, he put on a pair of black slacks and a versatile black buttondown shirt. "Babe, I'm ready," he called out to you as he picked up Luna. "I'll just be spending time here with Luna while you finish up."
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Summary: Adopting a child with Sami (Sami x reader)
Requested? Yesss by anon, thank you!!
AN: So anon requested Sami x male reader but this turned out gender neutral, hope that’ll do as well :) This turned out a lot longer than I expected and a bit weird idk... But I wanted to make it as realistic as possible, and yet it’s nowhere near realistic. Oh well. I wanted to get this out today because today 20.4.2020 the first same-sex adoptions were confirmed here in Finland!! Hooray!
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The moment was so clear in my memory.
All the looks, all the glares at us. It felt like the whole office had stopped just to stare at us. They thought they were being discreet but I could feel their eyes on us, and I knew Sami felt them too.
Those two? What are they doing here? Are they serious?
Sami just held my hand tighter and I tried my best to keep my head up high.
It felt so unreal. Coming here, together. Proudly a couple. As we walked I tried to imagine what it would feel like, to go through this all. To go through the files, maybe the pictures... would we just know? Would we have to pick blindly? What if we somehow were wrong? What if we would somehow feel unattached? I hoped there would be enough support along the way. This was just the beginning. I was lost in thought as Sami led us to the front desk.
- Hi! We had an appointment with this social worker, Sami faked a cheerful, nonchalant voice as he slid a paper with a name on it to the person sitting behind a glass. The grumpy looking older woman looked up from her computer and immediately frowned. Then just as fast a customer-service-smile appeared on her face.
- Oh. Oh yes. Umm… Hold on a second. She took a phone from her desk and called someone. I felt more and more nervous by the second and the looks she kept giving us weren’t helping. My palms were sweaty and I clinged to Sami’s hand like my life depended on it. He looked calm but I knew he felt just as nervous. I tried to concentrate on him, not on the looks that still followed us, not on the antiseptic smell that was typical to all semi-public spaces like this, not on my hammering heart. Sami gave me a small smile and a tiny nod.
- Hello! You must be the couple applying to adopt? A cheerful, warm voice said behind us. I nodded.
- Follow me please!
They led us into a spacey office with a desk in the middle of it, shelves full of books, folders and photographs of happy families and a couple of big plants sitting in the corners.
- Please do sit.
I almost wanted to plant my ass on Sami’s lap just to be closer to him. He read my thoughts and hauled his chair a little closer to mine. I mouthed him a silent thank you and he smiled, nervousness shining through. The social worked smiled at us and flipped over some papers on the file.
- Let’s not keep you waiting any longer! they said but still the small pause felt like minutes.
- We’ve gone through your application for adoption and we see no reason why you wouldn’t be suitable to become parents! You’re married and have stable enough income, although one of you has a somewhat untraditional job. But the council didn’t see that as an obstacle. So what we’re going to do now is that…
Whatever the person behind the desk was saying didn’t reach my brain. All that stuck with me was the information that we were going to have a child. I couldn’t stop the hot tears of joy and relief rolling down my cheeks. Sami held my hand so tight his knuckles were turning white and I knew he was holding back tears too. When he saw me crying it was useless. I wanted to hug him, kiss him, scream and shout out my happiness but this was not the place for it.
The social worker working on our case gave us the warmest, reassuring smile.
- Take your time. I know this is huge news, and happy too. You don’t have to hide your tears here; frankly, I’d be worried if this wasn’t your reaction.
Bless their heart. After all the prejudice and outdated attitudes we’d been through as a couple this was the most welcome smile. I buried my face in Sami’s neck and he kissed the top of my head. There was no one else in the world I’d want to do this with.
We were going to have a child.
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Then the waiting began. The endless waiting. Sami wanted to buy a crib. He wanted to buy all the stuff, he even found a tiny plastic toy bass guitar somewhere. I was sure he’d be more excited about it than the kid but he was the cutest thing when he was excited. My God how I loved him. I couldn’t wait for the child to arrive and complete our family.
We realised we needed a bigger apartment to fit all the baby stuff in, so we searched for a new place to live. Nothing expensive, just an extra room. Soon we packed our stuff, all the vinyls and clothes and instruments and moved.
By the time we had settled in I was feeling so happy. This was our home, me and Sami’s and our kid’s. Our kid’s.Then I realised it had only been six months and no one knew how much more to come.
The tour bus kept rolling.
~
Summer morning tried to find it's way into our bedroom through the blinds, leaving stripes all over. Yellow light made time move slowly, even when we were both still breathing heavy. Sami reached for his cigarettes on the bedside table, sheets clinging to his sweaty skin as he moved. I didn’t like how he smoked in the bedroom but I was feeling way too hazy to mention about it. I felt exactly like the sunlight looked. Warm, bright, satisfied, happy. Sami moved closer to me and light his smoke. His face looked just as happy as I felt. Things were just like I always wanted them to be. Finally. I never knew I could feel such happiness.
I rolled partly on top of Sami and took as strand of his hair between my fingers. He took a drag from his smoke and blew it away from my face. The smell was somewhat homely, especially mixed together with how our naked bodies felt against each other. I twirled his hair around my finger, then took his earring between my fingers, playing with it for a while. There was no need for words. Sami stared at me, his blue eyes not even blinking. He took another drag from the cigarette and this time exhaled the smoke against my face.
- Let's have a baby.
I almost choked on the smoke and I was sure I didn’t hear right.
- What?!
- I said let's have a baby, Sami repeated, now the most blissful smile growing on his face. I stared at him in disbelief.
- I'm not exactly sure how that would work, you know... I didn’t know what to say. I dindt even know what to think. My mind was a blank.
- Adoption does exist darling, he smirked. I just stared at him and watched as his smile slowly faded away. Was he being serious?
I sat up on the bed. Sami put out his cigarette and sat next to me. He studied my face without a sound and I stared at the sunlight-striped floor.
- Darling… he reached to stroke my hair but I flinched away from his touch.
- I… I need to take a shower.
I stoop up and hurried into the bathroom. I turned on the water and as it was heating up I stared myself in the mirror. Me? A parent? With Sami? I imagined a tiny human being, a mix of the two of us running around. Curly dark hair and my eyes… Of course it wouldn’t be like that, it wasn’t possible, but nonetheless it made a warm feeling rise around my heart. I had always dreamed of a kid but pushed the dream aside because, well… circumstances.
I stepped under the hot water. I didn’t realize I was tensing my shoulders until I felt them relax under the running water. I leaned against the wall. Me a parent… I heard Sami open the bathroom door. I opened my eyes and he was standing there, hiding behind his hair.
- Can I come in?
I nodded and moved so he’d fit under the running water too, partly at least. He stood there for a while, then spoke again.
- Can I wash your back? Without waiting for an answer he took a sponge, lathered it with fruity-smelling soap and gently turned me so that my back was towards him. His tough felt nice and safe when verbally I knew we were heading into the deep waters. He scrubbed me gently, more a caress than actual wash. After a while he set the sponge aside and pulled me tightly against him.
- I was being serious you know, he whispered as he nuzzled his face against the back of my neck.
- I want to have a kid to raise with you.
His words accompanied with his loving touch made a blissfully happy rush run through me. He sounded so sure. So wary but so sure. I basked in his affection, this moment, the warm steam surrounding us.
-You've told me how much you want a child, so let's have one! He continued.
Finally I turned around. I raised my arm around his neck and blinked at his wary expression before smiling the happiest smile. It was contagious as slowly Sami’s face lit up like a thousand stars. I just nodded. He looked so overjoyed he might just explode so before he’d burst I crashed my lips on his. It was hard to kiss when we were both smiling so wide, our teeth just kept clattering together.
- Yes. Let’s have a child, I whispered against his skin.
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I stared at the teddy bear. Sami’s bandmates gave it to us when they heard the news. Michael had immediately volunteered to become the kid’s godfather and started to ramble about how he’d teach them to play harmonica, and the others were imagining the kid running around at the rehearsal studio, with a happy gleam in their eyes. Now the teddy was sitting on the bottom shelf, a few vinyls leaned on it and somehow it looked sad. Abandoned even. I sat down on the floor. I wanted to speak to it, whisper how I knew exactly how it was feeling. Lost, forgotten. We were both waiting for the same person to arrive.
Sami’s footsteps slowed down and stopped behind me.
- Whatcha thinking about?
I sighed.
- I can’t take this any more.
Sami sat next to me. I didn’t want to look at him because I knew he looked just as lost as I did. Gently he put his arm around me and took the teddy bear in his other hand.
- I know this is hard. This waiting is sucking the energy and joy out of me too. But just imagine the moment when we finally get to meet him! Sami’s voice was shaky and quiet. He gave the teddy a little kiss and pushed in into my face like it was giving kisses to me, accompanied with all the mwah-sounds. Scrunching up my shoulders to guard my neck from the tickling touch I laughed, a strained sound. Sami dropped the toy and took my face between his hands.
- We got this. We’ve got each other and soon enough our little kid and then all this exhausting waiting is nothing but a memory.
I smiled a little and leaned into his touch. Exhausted was the best word to express how I was feeling. I knew there was nothing more worth the wait than this but still.
- I know. I just want him to be here already. Sometimes I feel like they have forgotten us entirely. Or maybe they don’t want to give us a child...
- Hey. We’re gonna give the kid an amazing, loving home. Fuck their prejudice. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise. This just takes time.
Sami pulled me into a hug. I felt his breathing get shaky.
- I love you. And I already love the kid more than anything. We’re gonna be wonderful parents you hear me.
I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth. I was so grateful for this man, he knew exactly how to calm me and reassure me. And I knew how to calm him and to reassure him even when he didn’t say anything. Yes. We got this.
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And it all had let us here. This was the moment. All the tiring waiting and uncertainty was over. I had no idea how we managed to stand it for years it took to get here but now it was over. I’d never seen Sami dressed so neatly, not even on the day we got married. I thought he was a little overdressed to say the least, but he insisted putting on the best clothes he had. If it helped him to control his nerves I’d gladly allowed him to.
We were both nervous wrecks but now sure as hell was not the time to show it. I squeezed Sami’s hand so hard I was afraid I’d break his bones. We were going to meet our child. We were going to get to hold him in our arms and take him home with us.
A young woman stepped into the room. I noticed I was holding my breath. She was holding a tiny hand and whoever it belonged to was hiding behind her. They stopped near the door, the woman reaching behind her to gently push the being to show himself. Slowly a small child waddled shyly from behind her. He observed the scene carefully before each step. He could barely walk and had a green pacifier in his mouth. He had ginger hair and grey eyes and he was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
Sami let out a shaky sigh and it made tears I didn’t know I was holding back start to roll down my cheeks. I stared at the boy and then Sami. He was crying too but I had never seen a happier expression on his face. The room was so full of emotion I was afraid I’d suffocate. Moment by moment everything around us got blurred, I no longer registered the other people in the room. Just me, Sami and our child.
Sami sat on the floor, not caring about the tears streaming down on his face.
- Hi… hi baby… I’m your new father… he whispered more to himself than the kid. Our kid. Our little son. I sat next to Sami and tried to collect myself. Suddenly everything was so clear. There was no way I wouldn’t love this creature with all I had. No question about hesitating or not knowing. I already loved him and I knew Sami did too. I moved my eyes from the kid just to stare at Sami for a moment. His eyes were already red and swollen but the smile on his face was the widest, happiest smile I had ever seen. His hair was sticking to his wet cheeks. I reached to move some of it behind his ear so it wouldn’t get in his eyes. Sami turned his face towards me and smiled even wider which I thought was impossible. I had never seen so much love in his blue eyes, his face mirrored perfectly how I felt. Like it was all clear, that we were finally whole. I leaned in for a quick kiss. Then I had to look at our sweet little angel again. He was still staring at us a bit warily, now chewing on his thumb, the pacifier hanging from a clip on his shirt. He took another cautious step towards us and I wanted to squeal from happiness.
The young social worker who had brought him in and now observing the situation lifted him a little closer to us. He almost fell over and turned back to the more familiar human behind him, but she couraged him to come to us. He took a few more steps so he was within our touch. All I wanted was to scoop him in my arms and kiss and hug him but I knew it was better to let him come to us. We will have all the time in the world for cuddles.
Sami was careful not to make sudden movements to not to scare him. He held out his hand towards him for a moment, then stroked his arm. Encouraged by the touch he wobbled closer and leaned on Sami’s knee. He observed us with his wide eyes, now more curiously than warily. We love so much, you’re safe with us, I tried to signal to him. I didn’t trust my voice just yet.
- Hello little mister. I suppose we’re family now. Oh yes, yes we are, that’s right, Sami cooed, the boy’s smiles fueling him.
- Daddy loves you so much, we both do! We can’t wait to get to know you sweetie, I think you’ll like us as much as we like you! Sami brushed his cheek gently with his fingers and he babbled like he wanted to answer him. My heart was beyond melting point now, watching them interact. I finally reached my hand to stroke the boy’s hair. So so soft.
- Would you mind if I took you to sit here on my lap? Sami continued and slowly lifted him onto his lap. He just babbled more and smiled, showing his first tiny teeth. Sitting there he got a little fuzzy. He grabbed a strand of Sami’s hair into his tiny fist and pulled. Sami yelped and then laughed, and, praise the sweet gods, the child chuckled. It was the most heart-warming thing I had ever heard. I leaned closer and finally whispered my hello’s to him. He just smiled back, not scared at all. I felt like I was floating, like this was a dream and I could hear the angels sing. It was all I had ever wanted and more. Sami grounded me by kissing my cheek and threw his child-free arm around me. He pulled us both close to him.
- This is us now, Sami whispered so that just the three of us could hear. This is us.
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Like A Koala
Fandom: Marvel (Mechanic AU/Nurse AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader
As requested anonymous: Hello! I seen your requests are open! I also seen that you will do ones for chubby!Bucky. I was wondering if you would do one of chubby!Bucky being super cuddly and clingy and affectionate? I'm a sucker for mushy fluff! I understand if it's too much though! ❤ + Would it be okay to request fluff involving Bucky taking a bath with his s/o?
Work has been taking up a lot of your time recently and Bucky doesn’t like it one bit. He doesn’t like how the only time he gets to see you is in the early mornings or late afternoons. He doesn’t like how when you come home you’re so exhausted you can barely keep a conversation going because you’re falling asleep. He doesn’t like that he misses you so much even though he sees you nearly every day.
Like clockwork, you drag yourself into the apartment you shared with Bucky. Your scrubs are in a disarray. Your hair is sticking out in all directions. Your body is drooping and you look completely exhausted.
Bucky turns off the tv and immediately sweeps you into his arm, which startles you, “Wh-”
“I miss you and we’ve hardly spent any time together.”
You sigh, “I know, babe. I’ve just been really busy with work and tired-”
“I know, babe. So I think I’ve come up with an idea to get some time in together.” he continues to carry you to the bathroom where you see that the bath is filled to the brim with bubbles and flower petals.
“What’s this?”
“We’re gonna relax together after we’ve both had a tiring day at work.” he hurriedly strips off his jumpsuit he wears when working at the car shop and helps you take off your scrubs. You both step into the bath, one that isn’t really big enough for two grown adults, but you make do.
You let out a satisfied moan as the warm flower scented water encases your sore body. Bucky sits across from you and takes your feet into his hands, massaging the sore muscles, which cause you to moan even more.
“Good, sweetheart?”
You nod, “So good.”
“C’mere, beautiful,” he tugs your legs towards him, causing the water to slosh around and fall onto the bathroom floor. When you glare at him, he shrugs, “I’ll clean it up later. But right now,” he pulls you into his lap, “I wanna hold my girl.” he nuzzles his face into your neck and kisses your skin, “I miss you a lot, Y/N.”
You run your fingers through Bucky’s hair and he makes a content hum, one that reminds you of a cat, “I know, Buck. I miss you too, a lot. The hospital’s just been very busy and I can’t say no to saving people’s lives.”
“I get that, Y/N, I do. I don’t want to pull you away from those who need you. I just...I miss seeing you a lot more. I miss holding you. Touching you. Kissing you.” he kisses the spot under your ear that makes you melt, “Making love with you.”
He pulls back to look at you, “I love you, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you ‘cause you’re so hardworking and resilient. You’re handling all the stresses of work and life so well. Even when you come home exhausted you look as radiant as ever. As opposed to me...” he looks down at his ever growing round stomach, “I eat a lot when I’m stressed.”
Your hand slides down his chest to stop at his belly, rubbing soft circles along his skin, “I actually love your tummy like this.”
Bucky snorted, “Really?”
You chuckle with a nod, “Yeah, Buck. ‘M serious. It’s like an extra cushion when I fall asleep on you. And you no longer feel like a hard stick. Instead, you’re soft and squishy and warm and I love it.”
Bucky groans and pulls you closer to him, his told on you tightening, “How are you becoming even more perfect? It’s not fair!”
You kiss his shoulder and try to move away, but you’re stuck, “Buck, c’mon. The water’s getting cold and we still haven’t properly bathed.”
“Uh uh. I wanna hold you a bit longer. I don’t get this luxury much anymore.”
You giggled, “Seriously, Bucky, we can cuddle more when we’re bathed and dressed and in bed.” you try to pull away but he doesn’t relent. So, you resort to something else.
You tickle the underside of his belly and he hold on you loosens as he laughs. You immediately pull back, causing more water to slosh onto the floor, “Hey! You know not to tickle me there!”
You shrugged as you grabbed your loofah, lathering it with soap, and begin to scrub your body, “I wanted to wash up before the water got cold! If you hurry and wash up too, we could get back to cuddling.”
“Fine...but care to give me a sponge bath, Nurse?” he asks with a smirk.
You playfully roll your eyes as you crawl back onto Bucky’s lap, his hands wrapping themselves around you again, “Fiiiine. I can never say no to a patient in need of help. Even if this patient is as clingy as a koala.”
Bucky pecks your lips, “You love me.”
You hum with agreement, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
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Pairing: Erwin Smith / Levi Ackerman (Eruri) Characters: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1650 Tags: Hurt/Comfort-ish, Levi dotes on Erwin a bit, Canon Compliant, One-Armed Erwin Smith, Erwin feels sorry for himself, Caretaking, A little bit of flirting, also they argue Excerpt / Summary:
After losing his arm, Erwin seems absent.
After losing his arm, Erwin seems absent.
He spends more time than not staring into space. He hardly bathes, he neglects to shave, and he spends all day in bed. Between filling out the paperwork only he can fill out, not eating as many meals as he should be, and sleeping for far too long each day, he doesn’t really do much. A few people even swear that they’ve seen him cry a little bit.
It’s incredibly unlike him.
It’s incredibly unlike Levi to give a shit, and yet… He can’t help but fuss over Erwin a little bit; or as much as he can without getting on his own nerves, never mind Erwin’s. He hates seeing him like this. It’s only been a week since his injury, and Levi is already losing his mind.
It starts with Levi asking him if he’s okay every now and then. Erwin either just sits in silence, says a simple, “yes,” or tells him outright to leave him alone. It takes far too much willpower than Levi would like to admit to actually leave. Eventually, he takes to sitting on a chair outside Erwin’s chambers. Just in case he needs him. And if anyone finds him asleep in that chair a few times, they’re smart enough to not mention it.
He starts bringing Erwin tea. Just whenever he was having some himself. At least, that’s what he tells himself. It’s not like he’s ever needed an excuse to see him. These days, he drinks more tea than he usually does.
It escalates to Levi just hanging around in Erwin’s chambers. He’s run out of excuses to stay, so he just does it anyway. It starts off as Levi going in there to clean the place until it’s absolutely spotless. He scrubs the floors for hours at a time. He dusts each one of the books and their shelves, and then reorders them. Twice to be sure. Eventually, the whole room is clean enough to be able to eat off of any surface – not that he would, anyway.
He really can’t stand how filthy things have become recently.
It takes a lot of convincing, but he finally coaxes Erwin out of bed in order to bathe him. He’s incredibly thorough even when it comes to cleaning Erwin, much to the other man’s dismay. Levi doesn’t mind it too much, though. He’s already resigned himself to it; after all, he’s had to bathe Hanji more times than he would like to admit.
Erwin just sits there as Levi drags the sponge across his back in slow circles. His throat feels tight as Erwin lets him move him back and forth every now and then to clean different parts of him. The empty space where his arm once was is unavoidable. He thinks about what Erwin must’ve been thinking whilst his arm was being torn off. He must’ve been in agonizing pain, and yet they still completed the mission under his command. Looking at the man in front of him now, it’s hard for Levi to believe that they’re the same person.
Levi builds up a lather of shaving soap on Erwin’s jaw. He shaves Erwin’s face slowly and carefully, focusing mostly on the satisfying scratch of the incredibly sharp razor against his facial hair. It’s the kind of casual intimacy that he sometimes finds himself craving more and more the older he gets.
He gets half-way through when Erwin pulls back and smacks his hand away. The razor slips out of Levi’s hands and clatters onto the floor with a distinctly metallic clang. “Get me a mirror,” Erwin grumbles, “and I’ll do it myself.”
It’s a small improvement, but it’s an improvement, nonetheless. Levi does as he’s told.
So, yes. Maybe Levi cares about Erwin.
He worries sometimes that he cares maybe a little too much; and Erwin seems to have noticed that there’s something different. The longer he’s in there, the more Levi fusses, and the more Levi fusses, the more irritable Erwin gets.
He understands why. When Levi hurt his leg after fighting the Female Titan, he would’ve killed anyone who even so much as tried to dote on him. The only people he allowed any sort of leeway were Hanji and Erwin; and even then, his patience wore thin.
Maybe they’re not so different from each other after all.
It’s not until later in the evening, after Erwin’s bath, that he seems to snap.
Levi carefully hands him a cup of tea, stands quietly next to his bed, and drinks his own tea in silence. He watches Erwin, while Erwin himself looks anywhere but in Levi’s general direction.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he tries.
In one clumsy motion, Erwin throws the teacup across the room, barely missing Levi’s head with it. “I don’t need your fucking sympathy!” he shouts. The ceramic cup smashes into thousands of pieces against the wall, and hot tea drips down onto the floor in a dark puddle.
Levi whirls around and looks at the broken pieces on the floor. After all the cleaning he did earlier that day, too. He turns back to Erwin with fire in his eyes. They look just about as mad as each other. “Okay, asshole,” he hisses. He very nearly throws his own teacup right back at him, but he sets it down on top of a book sitting on the bedside table. “What the fuck do you want, then? To just stay in bed for the rest of your life, feeling sorry for yourself?”
“I want you to stop treating me like I’m a child.”
“Then stop acting like one,” Levi shouts right back. He yanks the cravat off from around his neck and throws it at Erwin out of pure frustration. It hits him in the face and lands limply on his lap. “You lost an arm, not your fucking mind. Get over it.”
Erwin stares, somewhat shocked, at the cloth on his lap with his mouth slightly agape. His face is hidden to Levi, and his mood is completely unreadable until his shoulders start shaking.
Fuck, is he crying?
Levi steps forwards, reaching a tentative hand out towards him. Perhaps that was too far. “Erwin…”
Suddenly, Erwin throws his head back and barks out a hearty laugh. He doubles over and laughs into his hand as his shoulders heave uncontrollably.
For some reason, it just makes Levi even angrier. “What are you laughing at?!”
This just makes Erwin laugh even more, and he clutches his side. He seems to calm down, wiping at the tears in his eyes. “Nothing,” he says. “It’s just good to see you acting like you normally do.”
Levi crosses his arms and aims a swift kick at Erwin’s mattress. He sits down heavily on his seat next to Erwin’s bed. “Fucking freak,” he mutters. It’s good to see him smiling, though, and he almost smiles himself. Almost.
He snatches his cravat back from Erwin’s lap and carefully ties it back around his neck. He can sense Erwin watching him in silence as he takes his time tying it meticulously. When he looks up, Erwin is looking right at him. He looks at him right back. Erwin may be a little gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes and missing a part of himself, but he’s still there. That’s still his commander.
Finally, he says, “You may be right. There’s still a lot to do. I can’t sit idly by, even when I’m like this.”
Levi scoffs. “Of course I’m right,” he mumbles. “We can’t both be dumbasses.”
Erwin laughs again, soft this time.
Levi picks up his tea and passes Erwin the book that’s sitting on the bedside table. “Quit staring and do something useful with your time.”
Erwin opens up the book and sets it down on his lap, using his hand to hold it open. It’s a book of poems – one of his favourites from his adolescence. He starts to read out loud, filling the quiet room with his voice. It’s soft and gravelly from far too long of not using it.
Levi just sits and listens while Erwin reads. He holds his teacup in his hands for a long time after finishing his drink, too engrossed to move and interrupt. Erwin reading to him is soothing, and his eyes eventually start to droop. It’s been a long time since he’s gotten any amount of sleep.
He doesn’t realise that his eyes are closed, and that Erwin has stopped reading, until he feels a hand on his knee. When he opens his eyes, Erwin is leaning towards him with furrowed brows. “Maybe it’s time for you to go back to your own chambers. Get some sleep.”
Levi is almost tempted to keep up his stubbornness and stay put. He decides to leave Erwin to it, though. He seems okay right now. He can leave for just a little bit. He stands up and stretches his arms above his head while Erwin folds over a page in his book and sets it down on the bedside table. “Erwin,” he says.
“Yes, Levi?”
“If you need anything, tell me,” Levi says firmly. “I’ll do anything you need me to do.”
“Would you?” Erwin asks. Flirtation lies heavy behind his bright blue eyes. It’s an extra step back to normality.
Levi pauses for a second. He looks up at Erwin from underneath his lashes. “Anything,” he confirms.
Erwin smiles. Levi smiles back, just barely. “I’ll be sure to let you know.”
Levi turns on his heel and heads out of the room. He feels bad for going, but he figures he’ll grant Erwin a bit of solitude, just this once. Just before he closes the door behind him, he hears Erwin moving in his bed, and the soft thump of his feet hitting the floor.
Two small steps in the right direction.
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