#the minute she slipped out of the rope I was like oh no what does that mean…wait. waIT HOLD ON NO WAY STOP WAIT OH MY GOD?????

[figofswords]

I’m going fucking insane. do any of you watch to your eternity please there are like over 5k of you someone must watch it. todays episode I am losing my fucking mind someone talk to me about this

[zeedist]

MAD AT HIM .ᐟ — ALHAITHAM

when you're angry at him : summary: you're mad at him. he wants to die. that's it. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, several mentions of "i want to die" but playfully [i am not sure if that should be warned, but now you know] word count: 1.2k proofread: yup.

“Hey, Alhaitham,” the blond calls for him. Kaveh squints his carmine eyes, looking at his usually collected friend spilled on the table, head buried in his arms. He forms a question —though it lingers more in him being weirded out rather than worried, “Are you sick?”

He hums. He feels sick. 

“Yeah,” the gray-haired agrees. With a tilt of his head, Cyno calmly remarks, “You look like shit.” 

He grumbles. He feels like shit.

Elongated black ears perk up and twitch the slightest, interest peaking at his clearly disheveled state as Tighnari agrees, “Yeah, you look like you are about to die.” 

He doesn’t make a sound. He feels like he is about to die.

Eyeing him sideways while placing down a card, the dark-haired ventures to ask, “Did you mess with that weird rat you showed me last time?”

He lets out an offended pff. Like hell he was stupid enough to touch that fucked up rat —one that you, in the kindness of your heart, took in to heal and take care of; and one he couldn’t wait to chug back into the wild. Seriously, that thing was weird. 

“Of course not,” Tighnari reads through his muffled sound, guessing again, “You caught a cold?”

“That would be a first,” Cyno remarks as he makes his move, chuckling with satisfaction when the blond complains before taking four more cards from the deck. 

“Gah, I was so close to winning,” Kaveh grumbles as he organizes his cards, settling them down. Without resistance, he takes the deck from the miserable man’s hand and plays his turn for him. After double blocking the other two, he smiles smugly and returns to his own deck. Only then does he add to their conversation, joking lightly, “It isn’t like the world is ending, or like your girl is breaking up with you, so what makes you like this?” 

Alhaitham makes a sound between laughter and crying. The first thing is happening currently. And if the second ever became a reality, he would have been on raw knees begging for a second chance or he would be digging a hole to bury himself alive in. Maybe both, in that order. 

The other three continue their game —taking turns to play his part—, trying to nudge a response out of him with questions and little jokes. After several attempts and only receiving incoherent and downcast grumbles as a reply, they gave up on trying to make him speak it out. Minutes smoothly pass, the round ending with Kaveh holding half of the deck. Their conversation starts drifting from their days to their current projects, still trying to rope in Alhaitham with questions he only shook his head to. In the end, it’s Tighnari that carries the dialogue, sharing about a research that he is carrying out about a newly discovered sub-species of a fungi. 

And it isn’t that he’s arrogant or an attention-seeker, Alhaitham simply can’t place the turmoil inside of him with words. How is he even supposed to explain the pit in his stomach right now? 

His entire existence [you] crumbles into dust, disintegrating like fragile debris slipping through weakened fingers [ignoring him] as if the universe itself is conspiring to forsake him. All because of one unforgivable misstep —a moment of tragic weakness when exhaustion claimed him [he dozed off in the library when he was supposed to meet up with you] and made him fail you. Now, the very foundation of his world is unraveling, rotting from the core, decaying into nothingness beneath the weight of his regret. 

He decays. He rots. He hopes he dies. 

Only when Tighnari comments to him that he should bring you along to hear to his presentation, Alhaitham lifts his head, hands dragging across his face as he mumbles out with a hoarse voice, “She is upset at me. I think I should go die now.” 

“Oh, what did you do?” Kaveh asks, sincerely worried now. Though his hands keep mixing the deck of cards, preparing to deal them for another round. 

“I didn’t sleep at all last night and passed out when I was supposed to see her,” he replies, sounding so miserable even he cringes at his own roughened voice. But he continues, knot on his throat as he grimaces, “And now she won’t even reply to my messages.” 

“Oh shit,” Cyno comments, very helpfully. 

“Have you tried looking for her?” Tighnari offers, very helpfully. His brows are furrowed, but he doesn’t exactly look panicked, “I am sure she will understand if you apologize sincerely.”

“I left her waiting for so long,” Alhaitham sighs, heavy and annoyed with himself, flopping his head back down to the table and lamenting, “And I never showed up. I want to die.”

“If you do, can I perhaps keep your body for study purposes—”

“Cyno!”

“What? I can't stop him, look at him, Nari.” 

The ever composed student with a straight posture and grades, slumped and sulking as if he prayed the ground would split and swallow him straight to hell. Time doesn’t allow him too much of his self-hating session, though, as the break reaches its end and the shattering sound of bells ringing throughout the cafeteria announces it. 

Kaveh sighs as he gathers the cards he just dealt back into their deck —an elegant way to refer to the barely-holding together package it originally came with. It now held on masking tape and their suffering. He stuffs the item inside his briefcase, locking it with a click before he stands up. With a low sigh, he offers his miserable friend a pat in the shoulder, “It’ll be okay, you guys will talk it out. Gotta go now, my professor will skin me alive if I arrive late again. See ya!”

Alhaitham manages to murmur a goodbye right as the blond waves and runs away. Always rushing, always late. Tighnari found this amusing again, chuckling at that as he collects their trash from the table to throw away on his way out. With a pat on the shoulder and a gentle smile, he tries to reassure him with, “It’s not unfixable. Think it out and apologize.” 

He thanks him for his sincere words, though his chest stirs with an unhappy feeling. It isn’t fear, he isn’t afraid. Your relationship had been going strong since the first moment, steadily growing closer with everyday you spent together. He trusts you, trusts the bond you share. He can say he loves you now. Which is precisely why it breaks his heard so much to fail you like this. 

Cyno watches him returning to his sulking form, sighing heavily while brushing his hand through faded locks. He’s torn, not knowing exactly how to comfort or advise him, so he does what he can. With a nudge to his arm, he asks, “Want me to walk you to your next lesson?”

Alhaitham remains silent for a second, before grumbling, “The love of my life is mad at me. I’ll die now, thank you.” 

[oldfriendsseniortwittersanctuary]

Should they be at the club: Mobile Suit Gundam '79

Amuro Ray

There is no character that should "be at the club" less than Amuro Ray. There is no way you could keep him in the club for more than 15 minutes. He's waiting outside the entire time, if he hasn't already called an uber. Do not bother.

Sayla Mass

Absolutely, yes. Let this girl tear up the dance floor. Heaven knows she deserves it.

Bright Noa

I am of the firm belief that the only thing that would fix this guy is a life-changing experience in the bathroom of a seedy club, so yes, for the love of God, take this man to the club.

Fraw Bow

If you take her she's going to get roped into being the designated driver, and that's just not fair to her. She does not want to be here. The club is not her natural habitat. Let her go home and catch up on her netflix backlog.

Kai Shiden

God, you know he'll down two virgin daiquiris, say the wrong thing to someone, and get punched the fuck out. Yes, he should be at the club.

Hayato Kobayashi

He'd be quiet for the most of the evening, until at the very end when he says something deeply unpleasant and out of pocket, just dragging the whole mood down. No, he should not be at the club.

Mirai Yashima

Hell yeah. She'd have a grand ol' time, just living it up. And when she gets drunk she'll be That Drunk Girl In the Bathroom. You know the one. She belongs in the club.

Ryu Jose

He's the one making sure everyone's doing all right, not getting into too much trouble, and making sure the people who are way too drunk get home OK. He must be at the club; this is non-negotiable.

Sleggar Law

He'd be a absolute pain in the ass, however he will also be watching over every girl like a hawk. The second he sees someone slip something in her drink or try to cop a feel, he will throw hands. Him being at the club is an unfortunate necessity.

Char Aznable

Contrary to popular belief, no, do not let this man within 100 feet of the club. His latent Causing Problems instinct would go into overdrive, and there's no telling what Problems he would cause by the end of the night.

Lalah Sune

She would just sit... and watch... until at which point she just walks up to a random stranger and says the most off-putting shit you've ever heard. She should be at the club.

Ramba Ral & Crowley Hamon

Moot question, they're already at the club, scouting for a third. They do this every other Saturday.

M'Quve

*insert the lyrics to How Soon Is Now*

Garma Zabi

I mean, he'd be fun enough to be around, I suppose, but you know by the end of the night he's going to hook up with some blond twink that looks suspiciously similar to a Certain Someone We Know and like... don't let him keep hurting himself like this, man.

Icelina Eschonbach

The only way you're getting her in the club is if she's with Garma, and she will watch him pick up that twink and not even register that anything is amiss. That's just sad. Don't take either one to the club, it would just be too hard to watch.

Degwin Zabi

Uh, the spirit is unwilling and the flesh is ever so weak. Probably a bad idea for him to be at the club.

Gihren Zabi

So he wouldn't, but God could you imagine? Ideally the second he starts ranting about Hitler is the second he gets knocked on his ass, but sadly no one would dare to do it. No, he should not be at the club.

Dozle Zabi

Oh yeah, totally. He'd be louder than the music and would not stop bragging, but those stories would be the wildest fucking stories you'd ever heard. He should be at the club for that alone. Also, he could easily be talked into buying everyone a drink.

Kycilia Zabi

She would scare the hoes and the bros. She should be at the club.

Cucuruz Doan

[Redacted]

Miharu Ratokie

She would somehow end the evening lying face down in a pool of her own blood. No one would know how she ended up this way. It is not much a question of whether she should be at the club as it is an inevitability. We cannot help but to repeat the cycles of tragedy.

[pahtoosh]

In one of your lates work lee said she is a brat.. can I request something based on this?

Like when she gets upset that HE her DADDY called her something mean . How does he earn her trust and forgiveness back? 🥺

airhead

[image ID: a gif of lee bodecker frowning by tumblr user UnEarthlyDust. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1200 words

warnings: name-calling, lee gets very mad in this, apologies and tears with one reallyyy long hug. gets a little preachy at the end which i normally don’t vibe with but it felt appropriate for this au

a/n: i cannot even BEGIN to tell you how excited i was when i read this request! i tried writing it immediately but the story got away from me several times🤭 anyway today i managed to stay on track! woo! thank you so much, lovely anon. i hope you like this one🫶

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean

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“And look! Now Bingo Bunny has a hat to match his brown pants.”

“That’s nice, sweetheart-“

“Oh! I forgot his brown glasses too!” You ran back to your room to pick up yet another tiny accessory to show Lee. Ever since he got home an hour ago, you were running back and forth between his office and your room to show him your new treasures. Each toy had a story that reminded you of another toy which also had a story that connected to a totally different toy.

Lee sighed. He’d seen your entire toy collection by now. This little show-and-tell had started with the toys you bought by yourself today and devolved into a near encyclopedia of your entire collection.

Lee wanted to indulge your need for attention, but he needed to make one last phone call before he was officially done with work for today. Lee found he could never truly relax if he knew he had something to do or somewhere to be.

“I got the glasses! Look at Bingo, Daddy!” You held the bunny out and made him do a little dance.

“He’s lookin’ sharp, sugar.” He beckoned you over and leaned a little closer, then began to speak as if he were telling you a secret. You stopped buzzing for a moment to give Lee all of your focus, he knew just how to excite you and get your attention.

“Why don’t cha make a few more outfits for Bingo and do a fashion show for me later, yeah? Spend a long time on ��em now. Make sure they’re perfect.”

“Okay, Daddy!” You left your daddy’s office once again, unaware that he was just trying to distract you.

Lee took advantage of this moment to swiftly lock his door and make the phone call. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could be a proper daddy to you.

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What was supposed to be a ten minute call ended up getting to forty minutes. Lee and Deputy O’Connolly were trying to review the security plan for the county fair, but they kept running into issues. Lee was nearing the end of his rope.

“What kinda idiot put Burke and Smith on entrance security? Those two ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Put ‘em together and add the pretty girls entering the fair into the mix and the line’ll grow ‘till it’s near half a mile!”

“I tell ya, this is the last time I trust anyone else to do shift assignments,” Lee groaned.

The two men continued talking as they made edits to their respective paper copies of the security plan. Then, Lee heard your little hand trying to wiggle open his office door.

“Hold on a second.” Lee covered the receiver and shouted to you, “I’m a bit busy right now!”

You shouted a response, but your voice didn’t project as well as Lee’s and it was muffled by the door.

“I’ll be out later, bunny! Just give me ten more minutes!” Lee thought that was the end of it, but you continued shaking the doorknob and started trying to push the door in.

“For the love of- I’ll call ya back later, Deputy.” Lee hung up the phone and stomped to the door, opening it with a huff.

You were still leaning on the door, but you managed to find your footing after the wood abruptly slipped away from you.

“Oh! Daddy, hi!”

“What is it? Is there a fire?”

“I got Bingo all dressed up! Come look!” You tried pulling Lee’s hand so he’d follow you, but he stayed rooted in his spot.

“Not now, bunny. Daddy’s on a very important phone call.”

“But you said-“

“Well now I’m sayin’ ‘not now’, aren’t I? You know the rules. Ya can’t interrupt Daddy at work unless it’s an emergency and ya sure as hell can’t go around trying to break down every door that stands in your way!”

“I just wanted to show you my Bingo,” you said quietly.

“And I’ll look at him later, but right now I’ve gotta explain to Deputy O’Connolly why I hung up on him ‘cause you’re too much of a damn airhead to know what a locked door means!”

You froze in front of Lee, too stunned to react.

He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Baby, I-“

Before Lee could continue, a whimper made its way out of your mouth, breaking you out of your trance and allowing you to run away.

Your daddy watched as you sped into your room and shut the door. He felt pathetic for taking his anger out on his baby. The sheriff wasn’t used to the feeling of white-hot anger and shame rolled into one. These weren’t the actions of the man he prided himself on being.

Lee took a few deep breaths before trying to open your door. You’d taken a page out of his book and locked it this time. You didn’t usually do this. Even when you were upset, you’d leave it unlocked, not even thinking to keep Lee out.

“Bunny, please open the door. Daddy wants to say somethin’ to ya.” Lee leaned his head on the door.

“Daddy gonna say somefin mean ‘gain!” you sobbed.

“No I’m not, I wanna apologize to ya.” Lee sighed. “I’m gonna get the key to your door okay? I need you to hear this.”

“No! No! Don’t wanna hear anything! Just leave me alone!”

Lee’s heart broke at the realization that he had lost your trust. He was your daddy. He was supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from people who said mean things: people like him.

A tear slid down Lee’s cheek. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Daddy’s so fuckin’ sorry he said those mean things to ya. You’re not an airhead. You’re my smart, sweet, beautiful baby. I don’t deserve a perfect little thing like ya.”

Lee leaned against the wall. He was willing to wait as long as it took for you to let him in. To his surprise, not a minute later were you bursting through the door and wrapping your arms around him.

“Hey there, bunny. There’s my sweet baby,” Lee cooed.

You were still crying as you clung onto him. Lee continued soothing you with his words and touch.

“I know, I know.”

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”

When the last sobs left your body, Lee apologized again. It wasn’t perfect. Lee was never great with words. But it was soft and real. A gentle whisper in your ear while he hugged you so tight that you felt his tummy rumble with each passing syllable.

“I forgive you, Daddy.”

“You don’t have to, bunny. Daddy was awful to ya. Give me some time to make things right.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I forgive you,” you repeated, stubbornly.

Lee was at a loss for words. How could he ever repay your love? He settled for kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment. He thought about how lucky he was to have you and, for the first time in a while, Lee prayed. He prayed to someone, anyone, that he’d be able to make this up to you.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Baby Kal El AU

Lena and Kara are married. They do things married folks do. Like sex.

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Lena twists her wrists experimentally. Kara had come to her not long after dropping Kal off with Alex, Lena’s favorite rope looped in her hands. It’s been a long time since they’ve had time to do this. Months, maybe longer. Life gets busy with a ten year old. 

Unable to help the smile that grew to match Kara’s suggestive grin, Lena had put her book aside and slipped her hands through the loops of rope, clasping Kara’s hands as she allowed herself to be drawn to their bedroom. 

Now here she is, wrists bound to the headboard and completely naked. The mirror over their bed had been a splurge– a small secret normally hidden by a swath of fabric artfully draped below it. Kara had uncovered it as soon as Lena’s wrists had been satisfactorily restrained, allowing Lena to see every tantalizing inch of her bare skin as Kara removed Lena’s robe.

As Lena studies her nude form in the mirror above, she nearly misses Kara’s approach until the bed dips around her. Kara looms over her, eclipsing her view of the mirror with a knowing grin. 

“Enjoying the view?”

Lena lifts her head from the pillow to press a kiss to her wife’s lips. “You know I do.” Lena smirks against Kara’s mouth. “Untie me, and I’ll show you how much.”

It’s a game they like to play– Lena tries to talk her way out of her bonds, only to be all too happy when Kara resists. 

“I don’t think so,” Kara returns in a low voice. Settling her slightly onto her hips, she frees her arms of her weight to run her hands down Lena’s forearms until their palms meet and she laces her fingers through Lena’s. “Wouldn’t want you to bump anything, would we?”

The reminder of the bandage on her cheek makes Lena’s lips twist a little bit. It’s still relatively fresh, both the wound and their attempts to navigate a new way through Kal’s powers. But Kara’s tender kiss against the bandage protecting the burn saves the mood.

“I know normally you like it rough,” Kara continues. “But I don’t want to do that tonight.”

She holds Lena’s gaze, her blue eyes almost smoldering with desire. 

“Tonight, I want to show you just how careful I can be.”

And oh, does Kara show her. With fingers, tongue and toys Kara shows her, taking Lena to the brink of orgasm with gentle ministrations, only to back off just before Lena hits the point of no return. It’s not frustrating, at first, but tantalizing. Lena feels every minute movement against her, practically miniscule… Because Kara is right– Lena likes it rough. Even without the games they like to play, Lena needs pressure and sharp motions that will bring her to climax as quickly as possible.

Tonight, Kara has all the time in the world. 

So Lena languishes, lavished with refined attention. Lena’s temperature lifts by degrees, but after hours pass with no relief, those degrees add up until Lena is flushed and beginning to sweat. Her breath quickens as Kara breathes a sigh of icy mist across her clit– Lena’s vagina tightens on Kara’s two fingers inside her, searching still for that elusive plunge over the edge. But in the next moment Kara’s warm tongue laves over her chilled clit, easing the sensation from sharp to smooth, languid. 

“Goddammit, Kara,” Lena hisses. 

“Would you like me to stop?” Kara asks innocently from between her legs. 

Lena glares at the back of her wife’s head in the mirror overhead. “If you stop I’m divorcing you.”

When Kara breaks out the strap-on, Lena almost cries with relief. Surely, she thinks, this means she’ll get past that invisible line Kara has been dancing on all night. But when Kara slides the head just inside, she pauses, waiting for Lena to settle. Only then does she gently thrust her hips forward, sliding the full length inside Lena seemingly inch by inch.

Rationally, Lena understands the demonstration for what it is. Every ounce of Kara’s fine motor control has been on fine display tonight with every touch. But while Kara thinks Lena needs this, Lena knows better. 

She’s never once worried about Kara’s control. She still doesn’t.

But Kara does. 

It’s Kara who needs this.

“Jesus fuck!, Kara!” Lena huffs as Kara withdraws just shy of bottoming out.

Kara only smiles, reaching up to tuck a strand of sweat-slick hair behind Lena’s ear. “You’ve been such a good girl,” she croons. Lena moans, almost ashamed of the thready gasp of need at the end. “You’ve been trying so hard… do you think you’re ready?”

“Kara, if you don’t– nngh!” Lena’s voice breaks into a keen as Kara presses her fingers hard against Lena’s clit at the exact moment she thrusts her hips sharply into Lena’s. 

Lena orgasms immediately. After so long on the razor’s edge it floods her hot and bright, ears roaring until all she can hear is her own breathless grunting as her walls clench hard around the shaft inside her. Just as she starts to come down, Kara thrusts again, repeating the same press against Lena’s clit, which sends Lena spiraling over the edge once more. 

This time Lena’s back arches with a gasp, ropes snapping tight as she yanks involuntarily against her bonds. Her hands curl into fists, even as she pants her wife’s name.

“K-Kara–!”

“I’ve got you,” Kara murmurs against her neck. “I’ve got you.”

[j2d3]

Mr. Loverman | Jefferson/Mad hatter x reader | pt 2

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

I wake up in the same room I fell asleep in, my mouth isn’t covered, my hands aren’t tied and neither are my legs. Though at the same time Jefferson’s arms are wrapped around me tight.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

“What did you do to Emma?” I would struggle to get out of his arms but I should know the type of man he is first.

“Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s perfectly fine.” I look up to his gaze, still stuck in his arms. It’s almost as if I’ve been in his arms before.

“Oh well you look at that, I have to check up on Emma! Catch you later Y/n.” Just as I’m about to question what he’s going to do to me as he leaves, he grabs a rope to tie my hand to something.

“Don’t try anything.” He jumps up and leaves the room a little joyful. I at least thought he was going to be smarter than that, I managed to do a trick a learned- well I actually I don’t quite remember where I learned this trick I just know that it helps me get my hands out of being tied.

I slip my hands out of the rope, carefully not trying to get rope burn. While making sure to be as quiet as possible, my eyes wander around to see if there are any possible weapons I could use in this room. There, there it is. I reach to grab a vase, holding it in my hand as if it’s lethal.

I slowly and quietly make my way out the room, taking observations as I walk out to the hallway. I could hear faint talking in a distance, of whom I could I assume is Jefferson and Emma. I walk towards the room where I hear the talking, I know it’s not the smartest move but I’m hiding near the door behind the wall so he can’t see me. I’m planning when he walks out the room I’ll hit him with this vase, quickly pick up a broken vase shard and run to save Emma.

For now I just eavesdrop, listening on what Jefferson and Emma are saying.

“I know what you refuse to acknowledge Emma, you could save us all you know but you need to open your eyes first.”

“What are you talking about?!?? Your crazy, your a psycho!” Emma yells in distress.

“I want you to make a hat Emma, with your magic.” Okay now this guy sounds crazy, I scoff but not too loud.

“A hat…the hats, the tea, your psychotic behavior. You think your the mad hatter ?” Emma says in disbelief, I don’t know why but the mad hatter sounds so familiar to me, like I’ve met them before.

“My names Jefferson.” He says so calmly, like he has so much patience.

“Okay you’ve clearly glommed on to my kid’s Henry’s thing. There just stories, the mad hatter is in Alice in wonderland. A book, a book I actually read.” It surprises me really, what is the Alice in Wonderland book? who is the mad hatter?

“Stories…stories, I’m not a character you see. I’m real with a name. And right now your the only one that can saves us, you just need to believe in it, believe in magic. You and your friend Mary Margret are not leaving here till you make my hat, make it work!” Why didn’t he say I could leave too? What does Emma have to save?

A few minutes pass by of listening to their conversation, I hear Emma soon get to action by hitting Jefferson with something I can’t quite put my finger on. I run in the room with a vase in my hand, Jefferson surprised to see me while trying to recover.

“Come on Y/n, let’s go!” We run out hand in hand, looking for a room Mary Margret may be in. Finally we find her, tied to a chair, with duct tape on her mouth. Emma unties her arms while I untie her legs, Mary Margret rises out from the chair taking of the duct tape from her mouth.

Jefferson comes in the room and runs to Emma, pulling her hair till Emma punches him. I run with a vase in my hand hitting him with it, grabbing Emma to protect her. He then grabs the gun that he dropped and points it at Emma, I could only look at him not knowing what to do.

There’s a look in his eyes that makes me doubt what I did deep down inside me, doubt hurting him. I don’t know why but it just did, his eyes burn in mine for second before returning his eyes to Emma. Putting on a hat, before smiling. There’s a scar on his neck as where his scarf used to be.

“Off with his head.” Jefferson madly says, grinning wide. Unaware that Mary Margret has picked up a hammer, she creeps up behind him hitting him with it causing his back to turn on the window. She then precedes to kick him out the window, which was very badass.

“You okay?” She turns to ask Emma, breathing heavily.

“Yea” Emma responds and all three of us head to the window, to see where he landed I guess. We all stick our heads out the window, looking at the floor. And to our surprise he wasn’t there, I mean his hat was there and broken shards of glass but not him.

“Well that’s weird, where could he have gone?” Emma says what we’re all thinking before we all look at each other in confusion.

“Let’s just go, I think we’ve had enough.” I said after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

On the drive back to town center I can’t seem to be at ease, there’s something about him I just can’t put my finger on it. He acted different towards me then he did Emma and Mary Margret, but it’s not just that. Does he think we’re all characters? There’s so many things I’m confused about but there’s one thing I’m not, I know I will be seeing him again.

[its-jaytothemee]

Learning the Ropes

Pairings: Alistair/Fem!Warden

Word count: 3,476

Rating: Explicit 18+, Minors DNI

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Summary: Mirnia helps Alistair become a bit more confident in bed.

Tags: Plot what plot, porn w/o plot, smut, fluff, some humor, spanking, teasing, PiV sex,

A/N: Just a silly little one shot with my Grey Warden, Mirnia, teaching Alistair a thing or two ;) Hope you enjoy my first dragon age fic! I am absolutely obsessed with these two and may end up writing more about them.

Mirnia finally dragged herself away from the fire, the siren call of her makeshift bed becoming more irresistible by the second. Especially when she peeked inside to see Alistair already waiting for her.

“I saw you and Leliana chirping away on the other side of the fire.” He kept the smile on his face, but his eyes were rather accusatory.

“We’ve become pretty good friends,” she responded, climbing under the covers to lay next to him.

He narrowed his eyes at her, suspicion apparent in the creases of his brow and the pursing of his lips.

“What were you talking about?”

“Oh, just girl things.” She waved off the question despite the small smile trying to break out on her face.

“Hmm, can’t say I’m familiar with those topics.” He kept those squinty eyes boring into her. “What all do they entail?”

“Oh, wine, proper weapon maintenance, sex, shoes–”

“Wait, what was that last one?!” he cried out.

“Shoes?” she said with feigned innocence.

“Nia…” Alistair’s cheeks turned rosy.

“Oh! You meant sex…” She grinned back at him. “Yeah, sometimes Leli and I like to talk about the things we like to do and have done to us.”

“You just…you…sex…talk about…” Alistair stuttered wildly as he stared back at her. “Oh, Maker, is that why she kept giving me those looks?!”

“I mean, probably.” Mirnia shrugged. “It’s not like I was complaining about you, quite the opposite.”

“You talked to her about me?!” He looked mortified, like he could pass out if she said another word about it.

“All good things though, my love,” she said quickly.

“Oh no,” he shook his head, hiding his face, “does she know about the…the thing…the one you taught me to do with my tongue?”

Mirnia put on her most convincing look of ignorance, like she was trying to recall a detail that slipped her mind. “I may have told her a thing or two about it…”

Alistair’s face turned bright red.

“She was quite impressed!” she added.

“Is this a normal thing women talk about?!” His voice had gotten extra pitchy as his hands clutched the blanket around his legs.

“Women who weren’t raised in strict chantry or templar environments, sure.”

“Must be nice,” he grumbled.

She reached out and ran one of her hands down his cheek. To her relief, he leaned into the touch.

“I’m sorry, Alistair,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

He kept his petulant scowl aimed at her, though a small smirk was pulling at his lips.

“Come on,” she poked him in the side, his smile almost breaking free, “can I make it up to you?”

His little pout was so endearing. “I don’t know, I’m awfully upset.”

“Maybe I just need to be taught a lesson then,” she teased.

“I already told you my dear, I really don’t think you’ll like learning the ways of a templar. It’s quite–”

“Not that kind of lesson, silly.” Mirnia reached out to take one of his hands.

The pads of his fingers were calloused from years of wielding a sword. Yet whenever he touched her, all she could feel was his gentle warmth.

“I’m sure these strong hands of yours could leave quite the marks on my little bottom.”

“What?!” Alistair bolted upright, gawking at her. “Nia, how could you think I would ever hit you?”

Mirnia bit back a laugh. “No! Alistair, I’m saying I want you to spank me.”

“But…but you’ve done nothing wrong. Not really, I was just teasing about your talk with Leliana, honest!”

She could feel the confusion radiating off his furrowed brow. He continued staring at her, bewildered, but she gave him some time to work it out on his own. It took a minute, but finally a look of realization took over his face.

“Oh…so this is…a game?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, my love, this is a game,” she giggled as he chewed on his lip in thought.

“All right,” his concerned look started to shift to the more playful one she had become so fond of, “so in this game, I take it you’ve been…naughty?”

She bit her lip and crawled over into his lap, leaning into him to breathe into his ear.

“Very.”

“Well, in that case,” Alistair spoke slowly, trying to get into character, “perhaps we should…erm…punish you. Just a bit. If that’s all right.”

Mirnia let her head fall onto his shoulder with a light sigh.

“Oh, Maker help me, I’m no good at this.” Alistair fell back onto the ground with a frustrated huff, hiding his face in his hands.

“No! No, it’s okay. It takes time.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Just try again.”

“You’re going to laugh at me,” he said, peeking out from behind his fingers.

“I’m not! I just can’t help but have this stupid smile on my face around you, my love.” She reached up to uncover his face.

“I don’t know how to do this, Nia. I just got to the point where I don’t hide under the covers when you see me fully naked.”

Mirnia pulled him back up and into her arms. The gesture seemed to relax him a bit as he buried his face in her neck and hair.

“Then we don’t have to do this tonight. It was just a suggestion.”

He sat up to look at her for a moment, tapping his fingers on the ground beside him. She kept herself distracted by admiring his muscular chest, her fingers running through the soft, light-colored hairs covering it.

“No…no I want to try,” he said decisively. “I just…I don’t really know where to start is all.”

She smiled back at him, a small jolt of excitement coming over her.

“You could start by being a little more…demanding,” she offered.

“Hm, okay…” He considered his options for a moment. “Then…take off your clothes. P–”

“Don’t you dare say please,” she fought the laugh trying to make its way past her lips.

“Right! Demanding.” He shook his head and hardened his expression a bit. “Off with your clothes. Now.” His voice was louder this time and much more forceful.

She smirked back at him as she moved her hands to the hem of her shirt.

“How was that?” Alistair dropped his voice back down to a hopeful whisper, a small grin splitting his face.

“Better.” She felt her smile grow wider. He was trying so hard, and it was absolutely adorable. “Don’t worry my love, I’ll let you know if you’ve gone too far.”

He nodded back at her, his eyes tracking every movement as she lifted her shirt over her head. His hands came up to rest on her hips, thumbs pressing small circles into her stomach. Mirnia tossed the garment to the side in a crumpled heap.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispered. He started to work his way up her body, tickling her sides as he pulled her closer.

“Alistair!” She tried to scold him, but a small smile still broke through. “I’m supposed to be in trouble.”

“What?” He threw his hands up in the air. “That means you can’t be beautiful anymore?”

“I mean…no, but you can’t tell me that. I’ve been bad, so you can’t give me anymore compliments until you think I’ve learned my lesson…” She gestured her hands in front of her, rolling one over the other to try and get him to catch up and play along.

He stared at her for a moment, intensely looking into her eyes as if he was trying to read her mind.

“Just…pretend I need to earn your forgiveness before I can hear any nice things from you.” Mirnia ran a hand through his hair, watching his eyelids flutter at the touch. “Put some of that templar scolding to use.”

“Oh, the templars wouldn’t approve of this one bit, I–” He froze, realizing just a moment too late that she wasn’t asking for actual templar penance. “Oh, oh I see. Alright, let me try again…”

She bit down on her lips, trying not to giggle at his sweet attempts to play along. He cleared his throat, and his eyes darkened a little.

“I believe I asked you to disrobe, yet I still see a few articles remaining on your person.”

Mirnia shot him an impressed look, maintaining eye contact as she removed the rest of her clothing, tossing each piece aside with a defiant flick of her wrist. Although, she caught the slight change in pace of Alistair’s breathing as his eyes drank in her bare body.

“Is that better?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. He gulped, almost breaking character.

“It would be, if you would put yourself in a more suitable position for your punishment.”

A genuine look of surprise came over her face at his tone, but she recovered quickly. She crawled over closer to him, running a finger down his arm.

“Tell me what I must do for you,” she dropped her voice down to a sultry purr.

His face twisted for a moment, like he was racking his brain for the right answer. Mirnia decided to put him out of his misery.

“Perhaps you’d like me on all fours?” she suggested. “Or maybe, you’d like me draped over your lap instead?”

Alistair let out a quiet groan at her words.

“Y-yes, that sounds g-good. Erm, over my lap.”

She nodded, once again letting her hand leave a feather-light trail down his arm. He adjusted himself to a seated position so she could lay across his legs. One hand came underneath her to help hold her up, shamelessly skimming across her breasts to do so. The other started at her shoulders and rubbed all the way down to her legs, his fingers dancing along every curve they met along the way.

Finally, he let his hand rest on the swell of her ass. She arched her back slightly, starting to squirm with anticipation. Then, his touch disappeared as he brought his hand in the air. A small, eager whine left her lips at the movement.

“Erm…bad girl?” He brought his hand down to her bare skin with the lightest tap.

“That was hardly even a pat, Alistair.” Mirnia turned over her shoulder to roll her eyes at him.

“Well, I don’t want to hurt you, Nia.”

“It’s supposed to hurt a little bit. Just a little bit of sting to go with the pleasure, you know?”

“No, I don’t. That’s the problem it would seem.”

She let out a small chuckle. “It’s okay, just try again. A little harder.”

Mirnia turned back over, once again arching her back and offering up her bare skin to him. She felt a firmer pat this time, but it still had no sting to it.

“A little harder.”

Pat.

“Harder.”

Pat.

“Harder!”

Smack.

The last one caused her to cry out and dig her hands into his thighs.

“Nia!” Alistair dropped his hands from her body and tried to pull her up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, my love,” she said with a small laugh. “That last one felt good.”

“Oh!” The concern on his face shifted to excitement. “Then shall I do it again?”

She kept laughing. “That’s up to you. I’m the one in trouble, remember?”

His grin shifted again, back to the hardened look that he had been trying to maintain for the night.

Smack.

Mirnia let out a moan at the touch.

The next time his hand met with her ass, his other hand came up to pinch her nipple at the same time, causing her to cry out even louder. He kept going, keeping up a steady pace of spanks and teasing her nipples.

Before she knew it, she was begging for his forgiveness, begging for him to let her make it up to him in any lewd way she could think of. She offered to suck his cock until she couldn’t breathe, she offered to ride him for hours – only stopping when he was satisfied with his own pleasure. She offered to let him bend her over and fuck her into the ground.

“Anything,” she mewled as she felt another smack. “Anything to get you inside of me, please.”

Alistair rubbed his hand soothingly over the small area he had been spanking before leaning over to plant kisses around her shoulders.

“Come here, Nia dear.”

As he pulled her up into his lap, his fingers trailed up her neck until they landed on the pointed tips of her ears. Alistair rolled the soft cartilage between his thumb and forefinger, a fond smile on his lips. Ever since their first night together he had been utterly fascinated with her ears. His eyes came back to meet hers, the affection she saw there enough to make her dizzy.

“No need for anything so drastic,” he murmured. “I’d quite like to just take care of you now.”

How is he even real? No one is this sweet.

Mirnia pulled him closer, letting their lips meet in a soft, languid kiss. They slowly fell onto the small pile of blankets together.

Their game had all but fallen apart as Alistair fell back into his typical sweet and doting demeanor. The deliriously happy look on his face told her she wouldn’t be pulling him back into character this evening.

She didn’t mind. Every time he kissed her, it was like he worried it would be the last time – not out of the question considering their current predicament. When he gripped her back so tightly with each thrust, she could almost feel their bodies becoming one. But when he pulled back just a moment to stare into her eyes there was a tenderness to his gaze that turned her to putty in his arms. Nothing but a soft pile of malleable flesh just waiting for him to sculpt her.

She let herself lay back and enjoy his gentle movements. His hands wandered all over her body as his hips rolled against hers. He whispered little praises in her ear as one hand made its way down to where their bodies met. His fingers rubbed her clit in little circles, sending a shock of pleasure through her body.

“My sweet Nia…” he whispered, his breath coming in pants as he sped up his movements.

Her hands dug into his back, the gentle flicking of his fingers bringing her closer and closer to that blissful release. His long, slow kisses covered every inch of her neck as she gasped and cried out his name.

“Please, Alistair, please,” she mewled under his touch, her hands moving up to find hold in his hair.

“Nia, I’m close,” he breathed back, his hips snapping harder against her own.

“Let go, my love,” she urged him.

He did just that, burying his face in her neck as he came inside of her. His hips switched to short, desperate thrusts as his loud moans were absorbed into her hair. Mirnia held him close, letting him spill every drop, letting him go as long as his body would allow. When he finally collapsed on top of her, she turned to kiss his cheek, the small, prickly hairs growing there scratched her lips.

After a few moments of using him as a weighted blanket, Mirnia let Alistair roll onto his side. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close so her back was flat against his chest.

“Have I served my penance?” she teased.

“You’re forgiven,” he whispered before leaving a soft kiss behind her ear.

Mirnia smiled as she felt the stubbly hairs on his face nuzzle into her neck just before they drifted off to sleep.

*

Alistair had already left the tent by the time she woke. He was anxious to get back to Denerim, so he was undoubtedly bounding around the camp, chirping at everyone else to get a move on.

After getting dressed, she slipped outside to stretch a bit.

“Good morning, my favorite adventuring companion.” Zevran bounced up to her side, a furtive grin on his face.

Mirnia returned the smile cautiously. “Morning, Zev. You seem awfully chipper considering it’s so early.”

“Oh, I couldn’t help but notice that subtle glow gracing your skin this morning and had to come pay you a compliment.”

“Mm-hmm,” she raised an eyebrow, “and what compliment would that be?”

“I am more than familiar with the content smile that only comes after a night of good sex. Given your choice of partner, I can only assume you are the one deserving the majority of the praise.”

She laughed, a small snort coming out at the end from being caught off guard by his forward comment. Usually, he’d at least try to hide it under symbolism of some kind.

“Just getting right to the point this morning, I see.” She bumped their shoulders together. “And besides, a lady never tells.”

“Then you should have no qualms with giving me the details,” he shot back with a grin.

Cheeky bastard.

“I can be quite modest when I wish to be.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “If you must know, Alistair and I had a very lovely night together,” she said coyly.

“Oh? He has learned a new trick or two?”

“I’ve been told I’m an excellent teacher.” She shot him another sweet smile. Zev just laughed.

“Ah yes, but someone like you, such an impeccable Dalish beauty, is truly happy teaching a young human the ropes of lovemaking?” He nudged her arm as he watched Alistair try, and fail, to hook a new collar onto Ritz. The mabari took off across camp with him running to catch up.

“I really am, Zev.” She smiled as Alistair finally caught his mark and pinned Ritz between his legs to hold him still.

“Besides,” she continued, “I prefer to see it as an opportunity.”

“Oh? Do enlighten me, my friend.” Zev’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Think about it. He’s never been with anyone else. He doesn’t have any strange or annoying habits to break. Whatever he’s learning, he learns from me. Which means he should end up exceptionally skilled at pleasing me, wouldn’t you say?”

“And devious too? Oh, my friend, I fear you have made such a mistake not sharing my bed.”

Mirnia let out a light laugh as everyone packed up their belongings for the day. Her and Zev joined Alistair and Wynne as they started their walk back to Denerim.

“Alistair, my good friend!” Zev ran to catch up with him. “I hear you are quite a fast learner when it comes to pleasing your lovely woman. Perhaps you could learn even faster if you would allow me to–”

“No! No, I don’t want to know where his is going, Zevran.”

“Oh, my friend, I only meant to–”

Alistair shoved a finger in each ear and ran away.

“Alalalalalalalala…” His inarticulate trilling quieted with each step he took away from them, ears and cheeks flushing a bright shade of red.

Zev turned back toward her, giving an exasperated shrug. Wynne had a hand pressed to her temple as she shook her head.

“Well, I tried, sweet Mirnia. The boy is simply not willing to see reason. My poor heart weeps at being so shunned.” He waited for her to reach his side before looping his arm around hers. The fake pout pursing his lips was his usual response to being ignored.

“Tell you what, Zev,” she said, patting his arm, “why don’t you give me your notes and I’ll pass them along.”

He let out a wicked chuckle, promising to write extensive notes, joking that she could incorporate it into one of her “lessons.” She indulged Zevran’s teasing for a while before jogging up to walk with Alistair.

When she took his hand in hers, he brought her gloved knuckles up to give them a soft kiss.

“You know,” he started, keeping his voice low, “it seems a bit silly to give such a chaste little kiss after our night.”

“Oh?” she teased back. “You’d rather me drop the clothes now so we can pick up where we left off?”

“No!” He waved his hands in front of him. “Definitely not, I just meant…ah, Nia I seem to forget what I was going to say–”

Mirnia stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, causing a light blush.

“It’s not silly at all, my love.”

As they reached the city gates, she felt Alistair’s hand brush ever so slightly over the back of her pants, grazing the spot where they both knew a small red mark remained from their little lesson the night before.

Maybe she could even convince him to make a matching one on the other side tonight.

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chapter three

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Third chapter of eight count.

I jumped rope quickly, counting in my head until I reached one hundred, dropping the rope and starting on my next set of burpees. I did thirty, dropping down to the floor for a quick minute and thirty break.

"So I noticed he likes to dance back right before he throws. It's like a habit I don't think he's aware of. He does it too often, you think his coach would have caught on by now," Brad called out from in front of the small tv in his gym. 

"He also always swings left last, I think his right is his weak side, that's why he uses it as his first jab, it doesn't need to be as hard as his second punch. So I have to get him to swing, then hit against his weak," I said, standing back up, reaching for my jump rope and starting another hundred.

"We can practice some of that in the ring tomorrow. I got Jacob to lend us the basement so we could practice. I will say though - you can't use a check hook on him. He's going to be expecting it," Brad said, standing up and grabbing some tape so he could prep my hands and we could spare. I finished my jumps and burpees, breathing hard as I walked over to Brad, holding out my hands.

"Most of them do though. Hasn't stopped me before," I said as Brad began to wrap my left hand.

"Yeah, but he lacks a technique the others have. Others concentrate on the fight, he concentrates on what he studied. He'll take hits waiting for that hook. He got you last time because he knew what was coming. The movement he was waiting for happened and he took it."

"So I have to change up my game for an amateur? Fucking splendid," I rolled my eyes as he moved on to wrapping my right hand.

"We will work it, you'll see, he'll be out in one round. I promise you," he said and I nodded, trusting Brad and his method of training. It had gotten me to where I was now, I wasn't going to start doubting him today, "So how did you get stitched up?"

"Um, my neighbor...I'm not supposed to say it was her, but, she had this kit and her dad taught her. He was a doctor...is a doctor - oh," I paused, suddenly realizing she only talked about him in past tense, never mentioning him in present time. Her mother I knew was still alive, but her father, I now wondered.

"You alright?" Brad asked, smacking my hands to let me know I could slip my gloves on.

"Yeah, I just...realized that I don't really pay attention like I should."

Brad chuckled, helping me slip on my gloves, "So is she hot?"

I rolled my eyes, "More than that actually. She's beautiful and....clean."

"Clean? I mean, I hope she's clean man," Brad hit my head softly, putting on his sparring gloves.

"No," I chuckled, "I mean, her life is so neat, so pristine and in place. She has everything and everyone it seems wrapped around her finger to make things go according to her plan. I swear she speaks in orders."

"Hmm, seems like she's got you smitten man," Brad said, setting up his stance in front of me.

"A bit. I'm not in love or anything, shit I've had just two interactions with her - just wanna know how her mind works. Wanna know her mind."

"And her body?" Brad teased, wiggling his brows and I quickly hit him with a left punch, sending him back a bit as he wasn't prepared.

"Shut the fuck up," we both laughed, Brad stablizing himself, hitting the two gloves together. We went back to practicing my hits and punches. Moving around the small space in Brad's gym.

Left, left, right, left, right hook.

Right, left, right, left.

Fake left, right, hook.

We went through each motion, my body dripping in sweat the harder I pushed myself, the more I imagined finally taking that weak ass down. I would be ready this time, reminding him why I'm the best at Birmingham's and on this side of Chicago.

"Does she know you fight," Brad asked, making me stumble as he broke my concentration.

I wiped my face on my arm, shaking my head, "No, why would I tell her. This isn't exactly something to be proud of. Some underground shit that pays the bills. It's not like it'll amount to anything and you know I stand firm on that," I said, walking over and settling on a weight bench, catching my breath.

"H, you know you could rule your weight class if you actually tried to make it something? Like that Maddox thing? Just imagine, Styles and Goulding under the guide of Percy Maddox," I could see the eager look in Brad's eyes. It was one thing to make it on your own, another thing to come as a package deal with a boxer you made great.

"Why does everyone forget about Louis?" I laughed, shaking my head, legs spread in front of me, stretching them out.

"Because Louis just wants money. You can make him your fucking water boy and he wouldn't care as long as it was a paid gig," Brad said, and I knew it was time to accept in my mind that he really didn't care about the sport the way Brad and I did. He really just cared about the financial aspect. I couldn't even blame him for it, he took care of himself and his younger brother. He didn't have a choice but to think with nothing but money signs in his eyes.

I nodded, pondering on the thought, on how great it would be to travel, to fight in a professional ring. To go up against the big names. What a loss in a big ring would even feel like - a big win in a big ring. I shook my head, as my fathers voice began echoing in my mind. 

Worthless, waste of space, piece of shit mistake.

"I'll never actually be good enough, Brad. But thank you. Thank you, for thinking I'm worthy enough," I shrugged, "Come on, let's finish up. Need to make sure my dad actually makes it to his fucking shift tonight or we are never going to catch up on bills."

—

"Pops, come on. It's one out of your only two shifts at the station this week. Just ring people up for their gas and snacks. You can fucking manage that," I said, throwing out his clothes on the bed, his hungover ass hanging over the edge, feet on the ground.

"I'm not fucking going kid, you ain't the parent. So shut your fucking mouth," ny dad groaned, attempting to lift his body from the bed, making me grow frustrated. I moved quickly to block his path as he moved to the room door, and I stood in front of it, "Move, Harry!"

"No," I heard myself growl at him, "We need to be able to pay the electricity bill, we need your full check. I'm not living in the fucking dark again!"

"Then you work!"

"I do work!"

He broke into a fit of laughter shoving me back, catching me off guard as he did it, again and again until I hit the hallway wall, "What? Your little bitch fights? You think cause you bring in a couple thousand you support this family? You think that's enough?"

"It's more than you ever do," I muttered, swallowing as I felt so small, his face pushing closer to mine.

"Get your ass out of my apartment, I don't give two flying fucks where you end up tonight but it ain't here! Fuck off! Now!" He yelled in my face, my hands quickly on his chest shoving him back, moving around him into my room.

"That's not the front door!"

"I'm grabbing my shit!" I yelled back, quickly grabbing my gym bag and throwing things in, clueless as to what I was actually grabbing my hands shaking from the amount of anger and frustration that ran through me. I finished up, yanking my phone charger from the socket and quickly moving through the house to the front door.

"Stay away until you can pay the electricity bill, you don't have the money, don't bother coming back!" He called after me as I opened the door, walking through and slamming it close behind me.

"Fuck!" I yelled out to the ceiling, turning towards the wall next to it and kicking it hard, yelling again, "Fuck!" 

"It's not the wall's fault that it's there, it can't really move from it's infrastructure," I heard Emilia say, embarrassment flashing over me at the sight of her, put together as ever. Hair in a tight bun, a matching olive yoga set on her body, a yoga mat rolled up under her arm.

I shook my head, turning on my heels, moving to the elevator when her quick footsteps moved to my side, "Hey, hey, I'm sorry. Hey. What's wrong?"

I felt her fingers gently wrap around my arm, muscles tensing under a kind of touch I didn't feel often, a gentle one.

"Nothing, I just, need to fuck off from my own home," I swallowed, tugging at my hair, harder than usual, trying to refrain from spilling out my anger towards her.

"You wanna fuck off onto the roof top with me? You can do yoga with me..," she suggested, earning her a pointed look from me making her giggle a bit, "or not. I also know the sun is about to set, and sometimes that's all you need. A reminder that the end of the day is beautiful and only leads to a new one to start fresh."

"You're too optimistic for your own good, you know that?" I smiled a bit and she shrugged, reaching and taking my bag from me. She opened her apartment quickly, placing it inside before locking up again.

"Try working in the ICU forty to sixty hours a week, you learn to find optimism even in the smallest change of a vital," she said matter of factly leading the way to the door I knew led to the roof. We weren't allowed up here as residents, but I figured she even had found her way around that rule.

"How do you not go insane? Seeing that much pain...death," I said as we headed up the stairs.

"I...I've just developed thick skin," she said, finishing her statement quickly. We walked up the two flights of stairs before the rooftop, an amazing view of the city skyline coming into frame, the sun setting behind it.

"Wow," I said under my breath, turning to see her smiling softly at me.

"Told you, the end of the day is always beautiful. No matter how crappy," she took a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening them and rolling out her mat. I moved to sit on an old beach chair up here, letting my eyes watch as she began her yoga, no further explanation in my direction. 

There was something about the way she moved through the moments we shared, like she could just add me on to her clearly planned out life and make it work. Even now, her body rolled forward, bending in perfect half as she crawled forward into downward dog, like I wasn't even here. It almost felt like I was granted permission to act like a ghost, to just sit here and wallow in the pity I felt for myself. If she also felt pity for me, I would never know. I could just assume she did. She carried herself in a way that didn't make you feel less than, but just made you feel like your problems weren't the only important ones.

I chuckled quietly to myself, looking back out at the skyline. I closed my eyes, swallowing as I counted the way I could split my money to make it work for both the electricity and house supplies. Either way, it didn't make sense, making my chest tighten, knowing I would have to touch my savings. I shook my head, opening my eyes as Emilia moved through her different positions, showcasing the long lines of her body. She was toned, not overly muscular, her bottom had a perfect round shape to it, her chest like perfect sized hills, rising and falling as she breathed through her exercise. I licked my lips wondering what her skin felt like, what it would feel like to sink my fingers into it. 

"Her body"

I heard Brad say, making me smack my face softly snapping me out of my thoughts. I pushed off the chair, walking over to her, laying on the floor next to her mat.

"What's your favorite thing to cook on your days off?" I said softly.

"Mmm, well..." she said, lowering her body into a cross legged position, closing her eyes, bringing her hands in front of her chest, inhaling deeply, "I love couscous. It's my favorite grain and you can eat it with everything. I like making it into a salad, with corn, arugula, red onion, some grilled chicken and I make a delicious red pepper dressing to go with it."

My stomach growled slightly at her words, my tongue running over my lips. After my workout and dealing with my dad, I hadn't found the time to eat and I was starved, "That sounds like a dream, arugula is my favorite. I call anyone who doesn't like it weak." I chuckled and she laughed too, glancing over at me.

"I was going to make that tonight, help me? We can play blackjack, make a fort in my living room and ignore any noises that cats may make in the night. I also bought two different kinds of juice." She smirked and I pushed up on my elbows, trying to fight my blush.

"I haven't played blackjack since I was in high school believe it or not, you are also speaking to an expert fort builder and I happen to like juice," I reached up, running my fingers through my hair at the mention of cats, wondering if I should even tend to my pops drunken antics tonight. Instead I let my mind ponder on the fact that she had bought two kinds of juice, wondering if it was because I said I didn't drink alcohol. 

"Then it sounds like neither one of us can pass up this opportunity," she shrugged and I chuckled nodding.

"I guess we can't." I smiled sitting up with a bend to my legs, elbows resting on my knees.

"Have you ever done yoga before?" she asked, laying back on her mat.

"I feel like I'm too...stalky? I imagine - like you have to be nimble, and fluid. I'm way too stiff I feel," I laughed and she did too, turning her face to me.

"That's actually what yoga is for, to help with the stiff and help you flow. Also a great destresser. After long hospital shifts or after a patient passes. I do this, in my apartment...or here, even at night, under the stars."

"Not that you don't seem like you can protect yourself, that sounds incredibly dangerous. Coming up here alone." I said, her eyes narrowing at me.

"You are right in saying I can definitely protect myself. My dad was in the Marines, remember? I've been trained in self defense since I popped out of the womb," she said matter of factly making me chuckle.

"How about we make a deal, you let me crash on your couch when my cat acts up and I'll come keep you company for moonlight yoga," I shrugged, knowing this offer was more for me than her, though I actually seemed to really care about her safety.

"I think that's a fair deal," she smiled.

"Good, good stuff, uh -.." I tugged at my hair, "What's your dad doing now? Still a man of service or?"

Her face dropped instantly, quickly turning to face out to the skyline, her body tense for once, bottom lip rolled between her teeth. She inhaled, looking down at her lap, "He uh - he died in service. He was serving at an on-site hospital, it was invaded and..." she just shook her head, scratching at her mat.

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked. I just realized earlier, I didn't fully pay attention to how you spoke of him in only past tense...I wondered." I swallowed, feeling like an idiot. My palms began to grow sweaty, looking down as I moved to clean them off on my pants.

She looked up at me, her lips pursing until they settled in a small smile, licking her lips as her eyes narrowed, "You noticed my tenses?"

I peeked up, "Yeah. Does that make me strange?"

She shook her head, "No, just, adds a layer to you. A good layer."

I smiled, unable to stop my cheeks from turning a deep shade of pink, my tongue running on the inside of my mouth over my teeth, "Well...um, good then. I guess?"

We both laughed and she pushed off the floor, starting to roll up her mat, "Come on, bashful. Let's go cook, I'm starving."

-

She taught me how to cook the couscous, frying it first a bit with a rosemary olive oil she had shipped from California, adding a cup of boiling water, some chicken bouillon and letting it simmer until soft. While she cooked the chicken I chopped up the red onions and tomatoes, washing the arugula and straining the can of corn to add in. I cut up the red bell pepper and we made the sweet but savory dressing together. 

She liked to wash dishes as she went, even storing away the leftovers after she served our plates. I didn't fight her on anything, going along with her pattern of things, it weirdly brought me peace, purpose. Everything she did felt like it came with a purpose and a reasoning that differed so much from my life. I felt like I moved and made choices based on chance and circumstance. Nothing was for me or because it was the way I liked to do things. In contrast this felt nice, I could pretend it was of my doing, of my choice.

"Mango Orange or Strawberry Banana? I felt like they were different enough to be good choices," she smiled, holding both up for me to see as I started building us a fort in her living room.

"What if you mixed a bit of both into a cup? Just a tropical goodness really," I smiled.

"So you're a genius, clumsy, but a genius!" She giggled a bit, serving the juice, for herself as well and bringing it over to the living room, then the food. She stood with her hands on her hips, taking in my work so far, tilting her head, "We need another sheet. I'll be back."

She left, coming back with another sheet and what looked like a blanket. She placed the blanket on the floor, throwing the sheet over the two sides of the fort I had built with her couch cushions. 

"I know you're tall, but we can make it work right?" She tilted her head further so she could see in the tiny cave she had created.

"Sure let me just shrink, we got this," I said, stepping around to get the blanket and spread it in the fort before lowering myself down and in. I scrunched my body up as best as I could before holding my hands out for the plate of food and my drink. She was tall, but still able to fit perfectly in the fort, her food settled on her lap, drink between us right next to mine.

She smiled big, taking in the fort before looking down at her food, "I don't do stuff like this often anymore. Thanks for not thinking it's strange." She glanced up at me, popping a piece of tomato in her mouth.

"Mmm, I think acting like a kid is the best part of life. Remembering the freedom of being young. We felt so not free because we had rules in place, but I think that's when we were the most free. We didn't have a worry or a sense of reality," I tugged at my hair, moving my food around.

"True. Now life is just schedules and bills," she sighed, eating her food.

"I mean, there has to be other things you do though. Like - what do you do for fun for example?" I said, taking a sip of my juice.

"Umm, well yoga," she shrugged.

"That's not really for fun though? You do that for fitness and destressing. I mean, like what do you do that makes you feel young again, have fun, feel alive," I asked and she sat silent, sucking on her lower lip, releasing it with a pop.

"I - I don't do anything, really. I can't remember the last time I even went out for drinks. I have a hard time going against my schedule. I think it's cause, my dad was serving at a hospital that wasn't on his schedule that day. They just needed an extra hand..." she pushed her lips into the left side of her mouth, shrugging.

"I'm sorry, Emilia." I said, her name feeling so wonderful wrapped around my tongue.

"It's fine. Maybe this will be my fun. I'll build different forts, try and outdo the one before each time. Maybe you'll help me," she smiled and I chuckled, nodding.

"We can do that. I bet we can get real creative," I inhaled through my nose, smiling as I breathed out the nerves I felt in my stomach, in the form of weird things with wings.

"What about you, Harry? What's your idea of fun?" She said, getting more comfortable as she ate.

"Well, I um, box at the gym —..."

"...—nope! If working out didn't count for me it doesn't count for you!" She said, pointing her fork at me.

"Then I guess building forts is also going to be my new form of fun," I chuckled, pushing her hand away.

"Hmm, two boring people attempting fun, I like it," she smiled big.

We spent the next half hour, eating and talking about movies we liked, discussing our favorite movie theater snacks and what we wanted to be like when we were younger. I told her I had wanted to be a world traveler, no actual formal profession attached to it and she told me how she wanted to be president. She realized being president ages you, quickly giving up on that dream; while I realized I was poor and could never travel the way I wanted. She often tried to move the conversation to my job as a bar back, and since it was a complete lie, I had to work twice as hard to direct the conversation back to her.

"Have you ever had a favorite patient? Like an impactful one?" I said, pushing my body out of the fort, enough to move our plates and cups out, before coming back in and laying down. I rested my hand on the palm of my hand, looking over at her.

"Mm, well we aren't supposed to, but...I currently have a favorite. Her name is Tracy, she's five and she's constantly in the ICU or the cancer ward. Everyday is like...a horrible countdown. They can't control her cancer, they've tried but - God, Harry her family is so positive. She's so positive. Oh and silly! She's so silly. Always wants me to have a boyfriend, tells me to play soccer with them because boys like soccer," she giggled, laying down and mimicking my position, "She's the type of patient that makes me want to be even better at my job, you know?"

I nodded, taking in her face, how it lit up when she talked about Tracy. It made me wish I could tell her about boxing, about how good I was; but these were two different things. Hers was a profession, a real thing. Mine was where misfits went. It was unsafe and not responsible. She would always be going somewhere in life, while I was just stuck.

"Where's your mind at?" She said, surprising me by brushing my hair back, her fingers gentle as they twisted on my ends.

"What do you mean? I'm just here, listening to you?" I said softly, the annoying flutter back in my stomach again.

"Your brows were pushing so close together I thought you might form a permanent unibrow," she giggled a bit and I laughed, shaking my head.

"Sorry, my mind does wander, but it's unimportant. So, are you off tomorrow too?" I said, her hand dropping down between us.

She narrowed her eyes, analyzing me before nodding, "Yeah, and then I have 5am to 5pm shifts for the next couple of days. You work tomorrow?"

"Um, I might actually. I won't know until the morning, but I'm hoping. I have to figure out how to pay my electricity bill. My cat doesn't seem to understand the importance of work," I said, suddenly feeling frustrated again.

"Was he always this way? Always a drinker?" Her voice was careful, like she knew how easily I could close off.

"No, he used to be so different. Worked in an office, suit and tie everyday. Took me to every game at Wrigley Park every season. Then, mum died. He just never got over the heartbreak. Thomas Styles, office manager, became Thomas Styles, the drunk," I averted my eyes down, shaking my head. Her fingers were soon under my chin, lifting my face up gently, throwing me completely off as she leaned in and kissed my cheek gently.

"I hope you know you don't deserve the cards you've been dealt. No one ever does. I don't deserve a mom who's too high to remember that I even exist most days. You don't deserve a dad who's too drunk to realize he's placing the world on his son's shoulders," she spoke with such certainty, her fingers tracing my face gently. 

In that moment, I think it was the fact she was showing me a kindness I had never felt from someone, a warmth that was starting to take over my entire being. In that moment, that's what drove me to kiss her, it was a moment of weakness that felt so validating when I felt her kiss me back. It was like the universe knew that we, two broken strangers, needed the warmth of someone else in our lonely worlds.

Our lips moved desperately on each other, my body weight shifting to hover over her, trying not to rest too much of it down. Her hands cupped my neck, nails digging softly into my skin as my lips broke from hers; I gently knocked her head back with my nose, kissing along her jaw, down her beautiful neck.

She exhaled a soft giggle, making me laugh against her skin, eyes glancing up at her, her own dancing between mine, "You're not going to disappear if I let you have your way with me, now will you?"

I laughed, pressing myself into her, my hand wrapping around her face with a slight grip, thumb running over her lower lip, "We have too many forts to build," I said softly, leaning down and kissing her, slipping my thumb away as I did, our mouths open, tongues finding the taste in one another. Familiarizing myself with the sweetness of her taste, the whimper that built in her throat, escaping into my mouth.

Her hands traveled down my chest and stomach, gripping at the bottom of my shirt, slowly pushing them up. I moved my body up, allowing her room to remove my shirt, only knocking down the fort on top of us, sending her into a fit of giggles, my laughter soon mixing in with hers. I pushed my knee between her legs, allowing me to sit up, pushing the fallen cushions and sheets out of the way. 

Clearing everything to find her laying under me, hands wrapped around her stomach as she laughed brought a heat through me. It made me smile down at her like a damn idiot, wondering what took so long for our paths to cross how they had these past three days. She calmed her laughter, looking up at me, narrowing her hooded eyes, pushing into a sitting position. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, hands traveling up my sides then back down, slipping under my shirt pushing it up with her hands. I slipped it off and over my head, throwing it to the pile of sheets on the side.

She licked her lips, glancing down at my body, eyes traveling over my ferns as her fingers moved down to them, tracing them down the the band of my pants. Her hands settled there, eyes traveling up my body to my butterfly tattoo, before innocently glancing up at me as she pressed a kiss to it.

My hands wrapped around her neck, fingers tangling in the base of her tied up hair, my body bending down to kiss her deeply. She pushed me back softly, my body moving to adjust to that I started to lay back, watching the coffee table behind me. She moved up on my body, arms wrapping around my neck as I settled on my back, her legs straddling me as we continued to kiss. My free hand slipped under the band of her sport bra, right along her rib cage.

She inhaled a stuttered breath through her nose, pushing off of me to slip her sports bra of her body, her breasts escaping their confine with a bounce that made my cock twitch.

"Fuck," I breathed out, her asentuated waist on a long torso, holding her perfectly round supple breasts. I pulled her down towards me, my mouth welcoming her fullness into it, tongue grazing her nipple as my hands explored her bare back, the simple dip of her spine, my fingers tracing along it.

Her hips rolled on me, her ass pressing down into my cock, my hips pushing up into her. My lips moved up her neck, kissing and biting at her soft skin, her delicious pear scent matching her taste. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me like she was trying to figure out how much more she could take from me. 

Then, it all quickly ended, the sound of slamming and breaking glass soon filling the space. I could hear my fathers curses, more shattering, rough items hitting against the wall that separated this warm peace from that cold hell hole. I clung onto her at the sound, my face pressing into her chest, my breath heavy.

I felt her lips press into the top of my head, over and over as the sounds continued, "Hey, hey look at me," she said, my face pulling away to look up at her.

"I can never hear it from my room, it's always quiet there," she whispered through the sounds of shattering that made my eyes close. After feeling so lost in happiness with her, the pain of reality hit harder in this moment. The noise felt so close, like it was right next to my ears, like he was throwing everything directly at me.

I nodded, "Okay."

She moved off me quickly, grabbing my shirt and slipping it on her body, holding her hands out to me. I grabbed them, moving my body up as we moved quickly down the hall and into her room, the door quickly shutting. The silence was instant, my chest filling with air. I breathed it out, shaking my head.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I stuttered, nervously yanking at my hair, eyes closed tight. I felt her hand on my arm, pulling it away from my hair gently. Her hands moved to my face, one on each cheek. 

"Why are you apologizing?" She whispered softly.

I opened my eyes, a soft smile greeting me. My mouth felt dry as I spoke, "I'm so embarrassed. It just all sounded so close. Like he was coming through the walls. You made me feel so...safe. I almost forgot my reality."

"You can forget here. You always can forget here, with me. Harry...I don't have friends, other than Jo, who works more than I do. I'm alone, all the time. These past days, I just - I just want to keep bumping into you. Getting to know you. You almost forgot your reality, but with you I feel like I can finally talk about mine; because in a really fucked way, you understand mine." She swallowed, tears welling in her eyes.

Wasting no time, I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her tight against me, hand on the back of her neck. "Such a fucked up union of two people," I chuckled, kissing her temple.

"Such a fucked up union," she repeated with a small laugh.

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs wake up tied up in a strange place... Actually kidnapped. What happens next?

*I get out the popcorn because I suspect I might know the answer for at least one of your OCs*

Ooooh very interesting! Thank you!!

Rae: Sits there for a while, chattering away. She keeps a shield up the entire time, preventing her captors from trying anything physical, though she's restrained too well to do anything offensive herself. She just keeps mentioning that her "guardian angel" will save her - they all think it's some kind of religious plea and laugh it off... right up until Warren shows up and picks them off one by one. Rae didn't even break a sweat.

Robin: I mean, she's broken out of prison before, and on multiple occasions. She probably sustains a few injuries at the beginning, especially after she busted half her captors' eardrums with a sonic blast and they got pissed, but she slips away as soon as they make the mistake of leaving her alone. She finds the nearest phone and calls Peter, and he picks her up a moment later

Jasper: Honestly... wouldn't do as well as they'd like to expect. I mean, there's a difference between saying "Oh yeah if I was kidnapped I'd just use my empathic powers to give my kidnappers panic attacks and escape while they're incapacitated"... and actually getting kidnapped. I don't want to say they'd die, or come into serious bodily harm, but it would take them a while to pull themself together enough to come up with a plan to escape.

Madison: At first, would get a spike of panic at the situation - she hates feeling helpless, and she really hates having her hands restrained, so she wouldn't have a good time. But once she recovered her bearings a bit, she manages to twist around to her multitool in her pocket and is able to cut away at her bindings. She's always got at least one knife on her, they really should have known better than to use ordinary rope to tie her down.

Ophelia: It only takes her a few moments to get her bearings, and then she's working on getting herself untied. She's taken more than her share of self-defense classes, so her escape is actually fairly by-the-books. By the time Peter swings in to rescue her, just a few minutes later, she's walking right out the front door.

Quinn: Doesn't make any drastic escape attempts (not much she could do, being tied to a chair and having limited mobility to begin with), but she manages to annoy her captors enough that they eventually just let her go. They tried to "shut her up" with torture, but she's got such a high pain tolerance that she just kept going. She catches a cab and limps home before the other Ghosts have even realized she's gone (though she does have to explain all the blood and injuries to Billy, of course)

Kestrel: Is gone almost before the capture begins. I mean, what restraints can hold a literal shapeshifter? By the time their kidnappers enter the room, all they see is a flash of rusty-red feathers flying out the nearest window. And that's assuming they were somehow able to capture Kestrel to begin with.

Katherine: probably freaks out a bit at first - I mean, hell, it's not like she's ever been kidnapped before! - but gets ahold of herself after a few moments and ends up reaching for her magic. She's home safe by suppertime, and her captors are discovered the next day with huge, gruesome claw marks littering their bodies. The police claim a lion escaped from the local zoo, but they can't quite explain it...

Nikoletta: Wakes up, looks around, realizes she's captured... and then the sun passes behind a cloud and she jumps into the resulting shadow to escape. Her captors are extremely confused.

Eris: Ohoho, this is the one I've been waiting for so I saved it for last. Eris wakes up, realizing the situation immediately but still being completely unconcerned, and asks their captors for a phone call. They're just confused enough to oblige, sprinkling in a threat that no matter who he calls, they won't get there in time. Eris just shrugs.

"That's cute. I'm not calling Rick to rescue me. I'm calling him to get the tarp and bucket ready for when I'm done."

Needless to say, their kidnappers last a whole five more, very bloody minutes.

[imaginefan]

She Wants Coal

Cole Turner X Halliwell!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 790

Requested: Anon

Request: Hey can u do a cole turner x yn where shes a halliwell sis and wants to confess to cole that she likes him for Christmas her sisters dont know she likes him only leo and it has some comedy from leo keeping secret maybe something like leo says she just wants Cole (coal) for xmas good ending maybe a mistletoe plz do it

You were the youngest of the Halliwells and honestly, most people looked over you for your older sisters, they were the ones that held the power of three, they were the ones that the future was written about you were just along for the ride. Cole had been a friend to your sisters for a long time and in that time you had developed feelings for him, he always made sure to ask you about how you were or what you thought of a plan that your sisters had made.

Leo was the one who noticed and decided that he was going to talk to you about it "Hey can I ask you something?" He asked, this was the first time that you had both been away from your sisters, you were doing last-minute Christmas shopping for snacks and things you needed for dinner. "What?" You asked. "Do you like Cole?" He asked, the jar you were holding slipped from your hands, and Leo managed to catch it before it hit the ground. "You can't ask questions like that when I hold fragile objects." You glared at him and he smirked. "Well?" He asked. "Am I that obvious?" You asked. "Well no, you know I'm the only one that noticed anything, I think." He answered honestly. "Oh good." You sighed. "Are you going to tell him?" Leo asked. "Um… What?" You asked. "Are you going to tell him? You know it's Christmas, maybe you'll get the response you are looking for." Leo shrugged, you looked at the man and shook your head. "Unlikely." You mumbled. "He's the one who comes looking for you, you know sometimes he comes over to see you and gets roped into whatever your sisters are doing." He said and you looked at him and frowned. "Really?" You asked. "Just think about it." He suggested and you nodded.

You both headed home with everything that you needed, you were putting everything away while Piper started making some of the stuff needed for dinner and preparing the turkey for the next day. "So what's everyone hoping for, for Christmas?" Phoebe asked as she sat down at the table. "(Y/N)'s hoping for coal.” Leo mumbled and you elbowed him in the stomach as you glared at him. "What does that mean?" Piper asked. "Nothing." You answered, finishing your drink. "Nothing at all?" Phoebe asked. "I'm going to my room." You mumbled as you walked out of the kitchen, you were stopped by Leo by the door who leaned into you. "I'm sorry." He said softly and you glared at him. "You are terrible with secrets." You mumbled as you went back to your room.

Phoebe watched you leave before turning to Leo "what was that all about?" She asked. "What? Nothing." Leo answered as he walked over to the sink trying to occupy himself with something else. "You're terrible at lying," Phoebe smirked, he choked on the water he was drinking. "So what's going on?" "Nothing." He answered. "Your lying," Piper said raising an eyebrow and you looked at him. "I really shouldn't tell you." He mumbled and you looked at him and sighed. "So there is something going on," Phoebe smirked. "Just leave her alone okay, she's figuring out some things." Leo pleaded with them. "Maybe we can help her," Phoebe suggested. "No this is something she has to decide on her own," Leo said.

Christmas day came around and everyone seemed to forget about the previous day and just enjoyed the day and so did you until Cole walked through the door. You were leaning against the doorframe leading into the living room, you were watching your sisters opening the presents you got them "what are you doing here?" Cole asked as you looked back at him. "Nothing, just watching them." You answered and he smiled. "Hmm." He hummed "well since we're both here maybe we should uphold a different Christmas tradition." He pointed up to the mistletoe above you, you felt your heart leap as you realised what it was but you shook your head. "We can't." You mumbled. "Why is that?" He asked. "Because it will mean so much more to me than it will to you." You explained and he frowned. "How do you know that?" He asked. "Because you don't like me the way that I like you." You admitted and he smiled leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, linking your hands and pulling you closer to him. "That's not possible because I really like you." He whispered softly. "I uh…" You couldn't actually make a sentence, Cole just smiled before pulling you back into the living room to face your shocked sisters and a smirking whitelighter.

Requests and general question!

[neptoons1998]

One drunk night

Summary: Riri and Shuri go to the club. Too bad Riri likes to cause a scene.

A/N: Heyy Im back, life had me on the ropes but I'm here ! I'll be posting some of the works now, between Attoye and Shuriri because I haven't left this fandom yet.

Even though Shuri couldn’t drunk she still wanted to be part of the crowd. The royal was visiting Riri, who decided last minute that the pair should go to the new club that open. Shuri would be lying by saying she wanted to go, Shuri was the definition of an introvert. She loved Riri more, so out she went.  Shuri was going to ignore some short girl that was causing the scene. Shuri took another sip from her drink, Shuri lost sight of Riri. The short woman claimed she heard her favorite song and wanted to dance. Shuri knew she had two left feet and decided to hang back. Riri can handle being by herself.

“So a bitch don't know how to say excuse me huh?”

Shuri quickly looked up that wasn’t just some short girl causing a scene on the dance floor. It was her short girl that was causing a scene on the dance floor. Shuri stumbled over herself as she pushed herself around the crowd to get to Riri. Riri, who was most definitely drunk was ready to fight a man twice her height and body weight. It was like a small dog thinking it could boss a large dog around.

“What did you say to me?” The man said trying to step closer to Riri. Shuri slipped herself between the pair, “Nothing we’re just leaving actually.”

Riri scoffed crossing her arms, “Who’s we? ‘Cause last time I checked, I’m not french.”

“Congrats, you're french now,” Shuri said before Riri could start arguing again. Shuri didn't have time to deal with an international incident because someone wanted to talk to her girlfriend sideways.

 “We’re leaving,” Shuri said as she wrapped her hands around Riri’s shoulders stirring her outside the club. The cool air greeted the pair. Shuri still holds on to Riri, fearing the short gremlin who turns around to go back to get the last word in with the man. Riri shook her head, “I could’ve taken him.”

Shuri was thankful her powers didn't let her drunk because she had to keep an eye on her girlfriend, “I disagree.”

Shuri was not completely sure how the pair made it back to Riri’s dorm, Riri was all but carried the whole way back. Not that Shuri would complain she love having Riri close to her. She hoped one day if she played her cards right. Riri would be her wife, but for now, the couple will take their time together.

“Next time you want to fight someone pick someone who’s the same size as you, huh?”Shuri huffed out as she placed her girlfriend on her bed. Riri groaned back as Shuri took off her heels, once she was done she placed a soft kiss on Riri’s forehead. The college student grumbled as Shuri stepped away from her.

"Nooo,” Riri whined out to her. Shuri couldn't help be see how adorable her girlfriend had hiccups and all. In Riri's buzzed state wanted to cuddle Shuri. She placed her hands on Shuri’s wrist, “Stayyyyyyyyyy! It's so cold alone." 

Shuri gave a snort forgetting how clinging her girlfriend is when she had too much to drink, "I am, but someone has to turn off the light, my love.”

“Oh,” Riri said as she placed her head on the cool pillow, letting go of Shuri. Even in her drunken state, she watched Shuri turn off the light. Leaving the couple in dark together, once Shuri was in the bed Riri quickly cuddled up against her.

She let out a soft sigh taking in Shuri’s scent as she does,"Yer so pretty."

"And you are very drunk," Shuri smirked in the dark. Riri could only cuddle deeper in Shuri's hold.

That's for Future Riri can handle the hangover after all she had Shuri to help her. 

[skygodtraumabond]

<A video file is attached! Let me provide a transcript!>

<The video opens on Ray and Marny standing behind the ScamVan. Excalibur is tied to a stake in the ground between them by an old rope around its hilt. Ray's expression is as blank as ever, but their arms are crossed, and they're staring down at Marny. Marny seems mildly confused, her hand on her chin as she tries to read Ray's behavior. After a minute of silence, she seems to give up.

Marny: ... What? What's with the look?

Ray: You can't do this shit.

They gesture to Excalibur, who seems to leer up at them suspiciously. Marny rolls her eyes and lets her arms fall to her sides with a huff.

Marny: Oh, give me a break, Champ. Marianne said I needed to keep the sword contained, and here it is! The sword, contained! What more do you want from me—

As she looks back up at Ray, she freezes in her tracks. A brief glimmer of realization and fear passes over her eyes before she narrows them into a glare and points her finger up at them.

Marny: Don't you dare say it—

Ray: You know she meant a pokeball.

Marny: ArcdAMMIT, RAY.

She groans and starts to walk away, throwing her hands in the air. Ray drops their arms to their sides, watching as she walks. She doesn't even make it out of frame before stopping and holding her head.

Marny: I told her and I'll tell you, for the thousandth, millionth fucking time, I don't do that trainer shit anymore! The sword is tied to the ground! Not going anywhere! What does it matter if it's in a fancy ball or not!? Why is it my problem when it hurts people anyway!? It's not like I even wanted—!

Ray: Hey. Look at me.

Marny pauses for a moment, pulling at her hair and breathing hard. Then, taking a deep breath, she turns and looks at Ray. They then quickly draw their machete and enter a battle stance. Marny isn't fazed at all by the display, but Excalibur immediately begins pulling at its restraints, a metal scraping sound coming from its being as it unsheathes itself and attempts to go after Ray. After a few seconds, it manages to pull the stake from the ground, and Ray whips around to block a strike from it, the clanging of metal ringing out across the landscape.

Ray pushes Excalibur back and flicks their machete into the ground by their feet. Excalibur watches them warily for a moment as they keep their hands up, then slowly sheathes itself. They nod gently, then slowly reach into their pocket with one hand and pull out a cheri berry. They toss it to Excalibur, who catches it with its sash and returns to Marny's side, dragging the stake behind it. Marny maintains her exasperated expression, not fearing Ray or Excalibur.

Marny: ... Okay, so I need to nail down the stake a little more. So what?

Ray: Marny.

Marny: Why do you care if it cuts a few grunts up anyways? It's not like you to give a shit about people you don't know.

Ray: It's not that...

Ray steps over to Marny, running their hand over her curls. Their other hand slips into a box in the back of the ScamVan. They palm something unseen before slipping their hand into Marny's. Her cheeks turn red at the gentle touch, and she grumbles as she leans into their chest.

Ray: I'm... Worried about what might happen to you. Excalibur is a good pokemon. It only acts like this because... It wants to protect you. And that's fine. It should. But those Team Curiosity grunts were also trying to protect you. Excalibur can't tell the difference between a fight, a friend, or just some passerby sometimes. I even saw it try to attack a customer of yours yesterday.

Marny: It just wanted to say hello...

Ray: Yes. I also like to say hello to people by pointing a blade at their face. It is. My favorite method of greeting.

Marny rolls her eyes and tries to push them away. Ray backs off somewhat, but keeps their hand in hers. Excalibur seems to be watching their hands closely, eyeing something unseen.

Ray: Okay, okay. Being serious. Marny... I'm not asking you to do this because I want you to be a trainer. I'm doing this because I don't want you to have to face the consequences of another attack. Whether you meant to keep Excalibur or not... That's your pokemon. You're going to be responsible for the things it does.

Marny: I know, I know... It's just... I...

Ray cups her cheek, stroking the peach fuzz with their thumb as she leans into their touch. A quiet chime indicates the activation of a pokeball, but she doesn't seem to react to it.

Ray: You're nervous. I know. This isn't something you usually do. It's not a role you want to take. But...

Ray then lifts their hand up. It's clasped over the top of Marny's, guiding her along. In her palm is a Scam Ball, activated and ready to use. Some of the paint seems to have chipped away in transit, revealing a normal pokeball underneath.

Ray: ... Sometimes. You just need to take that first step.

They then guide Marny's hand to Excalibur, tapping the ball against their hilt. The Honedge is captured with a surge of energy, the ball opening up slightly as the pokemon becomes one with the beam of red light and closing as it tucks itself inside.

Marny suddenly snaps out of her trance, staring down at the ball as it wiggles in her hand. Then, the lights shut off with a quiet click. Excalibur has been caught.

A silence hangs between the two for a minute. Then, Marny yells out in melodramatic anguish, throwing her head back as she uses her free hand to beat on Ray's shoulder. They don't seem bothered, cracking a small smile as they let go of Marny's hand. She them starts using that other hand to beat on Ray as well.

Marny: NOOOOOO you BITCH! You made me do a trainer thing, aaAAUUGHHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUUUUU—

Ray: What are you talking about? You caught that Honedge all by yourself. Be proud.

Marny: FUCK OOOOOOFFFFF—

Marny slides down Ray's body and collapses to the ground face-down. Chatot flies in from out of frame to fly over her head in circles. Still smiling, Ray crouches down beside her and pats her on the back as she groans in agony.

Ray: Hey. If it's anything, you didn't technically do a trainer thing.

Marny: Who else catches pokemon with pokeballs, Mx. Quaza. What other line of work would that be.

Ray: Well... I knew a ranger who kept her pokemon in pokeballs. So... It could be a ranger thing too. Ranger Marny. Is that any better?

Marny goes quiet for a bit, then lifts her head to look at Ray as Chatot lands beside her. It's hard to see past the curls, but she seems to be staring in wonder at the new possibility.

Marny: ... Yeah. Yeah, that's... Much better, actually.

Ray: Good...

Marny: ... Though, anything's better than, eugh, Trainer Marny.

Ray: I'm sure.

Marny: I mean, could you imagine? Me, Marnette Mador, as a trainer? Or, Arc forbid, a—gag—champi—

Ray rolls their eyes and shoves Marny's face back into the dirt as she starts to giggle. Though it's hard to read their expression as it's gone blank again, they don't seem upset.

Ray: Okay, that's enough out of you.

The video ends with Marny wiggling and laughing on the ground, Ray playing with her curls.

<This transcript was provided by me, Techie! I'm a Rotom, so I might make mistakes! Let me know if I did a good job! :> >

[bereft-of-frogs]

the friday list ~

this is really covering like a week and a half, because with all the traveling and eclipse adventures, I didn't have much to update last week.

books:

Jawbone - Monica Ojeda: I finally finished this one. I think it went on just a little long for the structure, which was very stream-of-consciousness. There would be like, multiple pages with no paragraph or dialogue breaks. It was interesting, I still liked the vibe, but it ended up being kind of hard to get through.

(in-progress, for book club) This Wretched Valley - Jenny Kiefer: What I like about this book is it's doing a good job showing how annoying both rock climbing people and 'I can't go anywhere without my dog' people are without fully tipping over into completely insufferable. She's walking that line really well. The metaphors are a tiny bit much but I'm enjoying the atmosphere so far. Oh also, I'm struggling a tiny bit with how many dumb decisions they're making. Like, I get that there's something supernatural going on, but outdoor horror stories definitely have a very narrow margin for error between 'understandable mistakes' and 'why the fuck wouldn't you bring a second helmet or rope? why once there's a significant injury does it never occur to you to send one person hiking out to get help? WHY DON'T YOU HAVE ANY PAPER MAPS OR A COMPASS???????' Oh, wah, the GPS is broken, WHY ARE YOU RELYING SOLELY ON GPS IN THE FIRST PLACE? (ok sort of unfair because there's some spooky shit going on so even if they did everything right they wouldn't escape BUT that's even less of an excuse to have them make a bunch of dumb mistakes. Like isn't it MORE horrifying if you do everything right and still can't get out? Idk I just like competent characters and I wish more outdoor horror did the 'super competent characters make understandable mistakes or are caught by forces outside of their control' and less just went for the imo lazy 'idiots bumbling into doom'.)

(in-progress, phone book) Into the Dark - Claudia Gray: I had some bad scrolling moments there for a couple days, but I'm rededicated to not scrolling, catching up on the High Republic series instead. I'm a little over halfway, I forgot this book does one thing I find a little irksome, but it's a can of worms I don't want to open, iykyk kind of deal. Still love Reath though.

(in-progress) The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien: I don't often reread The Hobbit, but once I finished LOTR I thought I'd pick it up. It's always funny to me when Tolkien like, slips into a lore dump in the middle of his children's adventure novel. Like we'll be bopping around and suddenly he'll be like 'and in the days of the kings of old, when the Valar....' and there's just a paragraph with all the cadences of The Silmarillion before he kind of snaps back and remembers what they're doing and it's back to being a romp.

tv:

Severance (AppleTV): Oh my GOD. WHAT. This was so disturbing and so funny and I basically had a 45 minute heart attack during that finale. I can't wait for season 2, that was INSANE. I think my only critique is that I wish some of the twists had been signaled a bit earlier. I think I might rewatch to see if I pick up on any foreshadowing but I really didn't seen the twist about Mark's wife coming at all, like it wasn't even on my radar as a direction they could take. It felt like it was signaled then revealed seemingly within the same episode, and I thought maybe there could have been more hints earlier on. Though I think some worked to come out of nowhere, like who Helly really is.

Anthracite (Netflix): Short little 6 episode cult mystery on Netflix. It's kind of a frenetic pace which I think is partially purposeful style, and partially because they only have 6 episodes. I think I'd like to see the 10 episode version of this show, where they have a little more time to build the characters.

movies:

Train to Busan (2016): I had never actually seen this. It was a truly excellent zombie film. I cried.

Jigoku (1960): I'm back to trying to work through the Letterboxd Top 250 horror list, AND try to watch all the ones on Criterion so I can drop that subscription. Bit of a slow build, but the hell scenes were cool.

Zone of Interest (2023): Do I regret not seeing this in theaters? I don't know. I didn't because it didn't seem like I needed the big screen, but the more I heard about the sound design and now that I've seen it, yeah, I think it deserved the big speaker system and not my TV's kind of tinny speakers. The sound design was for sure the real star. Extremely disturbing and effective. Maybe it would have been TOO much seeing it in theaters.

Speak No Evil (2022): I get what they were trying to do but you can refer to my liveblog to see why it didn't quite work for me.

Monkey Man (2024): Omg I almost forgot to put this one? This was such a good action movie, Dev Patel is fantastic and the soundtrack is 10/10. I really enjoyed it, if you haven't seen it yet you 100% should.

video game update: got through Ilum in my perpetual Fallen Order playthrough. Which means: purple lightsaber time :)

craft update: I have reached the underarm join on my vest! Which is exciting because I'm so close to not needing to purl anymore but I did not think through a significant tool issue so before I actually join it up I have to either 1) find another #7 circular needle among my supplies, 2) buy another one, 3) possibly just buy another set of interchangeable needle tips? We'll see if I can JUST get the needle tips and it's not too expensive.

to do:

I have to do an errand I don't want to on my lunch hour. Boo. It involves paperwork and the DMV. I know it will probably not take as long as I'm imagining but. I don't wanna. I'm watching a video of a youtuber I like also deal with car registration as inspiration. Argh. Let this saga be over, before I can't deal with it anymore and drive my stupid car into the sea (I shouldn't joke about that someone actually did that like 6 months ago).

post office to hopefully finally finish the above saga

clean apartment

finish out the first week of my new running routine with about 2 miles tonight and then around 3ish tomorrow

writing goals: I think I figured out my block on chapter 7, so my goal for the next week is to finish a really rough draft of chapter 8, then retreat back to finishing up chapter 7 and then continuing on with the more polished version of chapter 8. I moved some things around. I don't think I have to kill a darling (a paragraph I really like). I think I found a place for it that doesn't completely break the characterization and logic, like the version I started with.

figure out knitting needle issue and/or finish detangling yarn so I can make progress on other project

I might go to home depot because I have a dresser I'd like to repaint, I've had the swatches picked out for a full year now, I just have to actually get the paint and sandpaper and such.

despair: oh my god my activity page is ruined. that post about fanon has over 10k notes. I'm gradually losing faith in the reading comprehension of this site (gradually?). pray that things lessen up a bit this week LOL But also #grateful no one has called me a bitch yet, small wins, I've just learned a lot about random discourse in other fandoms, no one's actually tried to start discourse with me yet

[peerlessscowl]

Cowa-Bummer Bro

Ethlyn had never wanted to be a healer. Ever since she can remember, she's dreamed of being a brave and virtuous knight with a shining silver sword. Just like her brother and their father and every other major blooded Chalphy. But she was born second, with minor blood and she was born a girl so she was given a staff and taught how to support.

Eventually, she learned to like and appreciate her role as a troubadour. She is good at it. And more importantly, it gives her the chance to distinguish herself from her brother. As a healer and a staff user, she can step out from his impossibly large shadow and do something he can't.

"I would," Ethlyn answers with a smile. She knows how important a skilled healer is now too. It's why she insisted on leaving Leonster to help the real Sigurd. Her partner here might not have hit anything vital, but it would still be dishonorable to force the poor man to suffer a wound when she can do something for him. No matter what his crimes, a man does not deserve that.

She holds her staff out and allows the healing magic to wash over him. When she is finished, the fake turns to her and is a blubbering mess. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Your kindness is legendary and I do not deserve it!"

Ethlyn holds up a finger and wags it at him. "Ah ah. My friend here requested silence. You don't want to make him angry, do you?"

His eyes widen and his mouth slams shut as he furiously shakes his head.

Raven watched, silent, as Ethlyn healed the man – watched as the skin in his shoulder knit back together, the muscle and sinew underneath it, watched as the scuffs and abrasions on his face and arms shimmered for a moment before appearing as they had before, clean and smooth. He watched as the pain in the man's eyes turned to instant relief, gratitude welling up inside the man and spilling over in his tearful thanks. 

Watched as Ethlyn used him as a threat, the flat, serious expression on his face pulling enough weight in the situation that the man silenced himself immediately, following Raven back to the horses docile as a lamb. 

The ride back to the monastery was a silent one, though the silence was not the comfortable, watchful silence of two people on a mission that it had been leaving the monastery. It settled over the man as an oppressive cloak, tighter than the rope about his wrists, and for Raven it was the silence of awareness, every action amplified a hundredfold in his senses. 

When they arrived, Raven allowed Ethlyn to take the lead, frogmarching their captive until the opportunity presented itself to hand him off to another knight, and he followed still as Ethlyn went to deliver their mission debriefing. He did not necessarily need to be present – one mission report was as good as another – but he waited for a while in the hall, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled and rubbing gently against the bridge of his nose. 

Before Ethlyn had come back out, Raven rose from his seat, slipping down the spiral staircase and felt his legs moving him not back to the dormitory, nor toward the dining hall, nor toward the training hall, but toward the chapel. There was no service currently being performed, but there were parishioners present taking their prayers, scattered about the cathedral. 

Taking a seat in an empty pew in a back row, Raven simply watched for a while, eyes scanning about the room, before he lifted his eyes to the great stained glass mosaic of this continent's goddess. Thoughtful, he raked his gaze across the details of the scene, the trumpets, the clouds, the wings – the light. 

After a few minutes, Raven brought his elbows to his knees and steepled his fingers, pressing them into the corners of his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and forced his mind into stillness. He could not claim to be particularly devout, although perhaps he might once have been, a long time ago, but in that stillness he found his lips moving to a familiar pattern. 

Oh saints above us, heroes of old who have their eyes upon us, greet me, your kin, for I am in your grace.

- Fin

[t4rt4gl14]

YOOOO asks r open?????

tbh anything with sub thoma is good enough for me i need more dom reader content im dying

maybe add a lil bondage and some vibrators while ur at it

maybe some nipple play action

and overstim

a little edging

cock slapping too

and a blindfold

OKAYYY THATS ENOUGH BEFORE I GET CARRIED AWAY HAHAHHA HAVE A GREAT DAYYY

C0CKSL4PP1NG -> { RATED 18+ }

FEATURING: thoma, childe, xiao, kazuha and albedo.

CONTENT WARNING(S): g/n reader. bondage. blindfold. cock ring. overstimulation. handjob/blowjob. praise/degradation. dacryphilia. edging. slight jealousy. semi-public sex. minors dni.

☆ THOMA

⭐︎ — dragging thoma to your bedroom, not knowing what’s coming next however hes sure it’ll be nice right? turns out it’s even better than what he expected, the strain on his wrists and thick blindfold heightened his senses and he’s much more sensitive than he already was. tugging at the ropes he whimpered, “y/n do we really n-need to tie me up?”, you continuously palm his clothed cock, grinding on his crotch, “of course we do, this way you won’t run away when i milk you until you’ve got nothing left”, inevitably this turned him on even more— overstimulation is something thoma dreams of; the pain blending beautifully with the pleasure and only rushing to cum once more.

your hands and mouth worked magic and in a few minutes he was already cumming, bucking his hips so he could get to the back of your throat— he shouldn’t have been so surprised when you kept going even when just came but as soon he began to thrash and cry out; a sudden slap to his cock shut him up, a loud yelp emerging before he instantly closed his legs and whined, moaning and whimpering, “m-mmgh! m’sorry; h-hurts but feels so gah!~ mn so good ♡” and as the slaps continued he came once more.

☆ CHILDE

⭐︎ — tbh he actually really enjoyed the pain, sitting behind whilst his broad back is snug against your chest. pumping his cock as your palm hardly slaps his oozing tip. “m-mmn! ah! stop f-feels weird! comrade p-plea-nnngh”, along came another slap as he twitches once more, keeping a harsh grip on your wrists yet never pulling away. the shocks of jerking him off and occasionally slapping his cute cock has his eyes rolling back and back arching. of course he kept urging you to just let him cum— his suit getting rather damp from the sweat and how heavy he was breathing, the open window done nothing to keep him cool and he found himself chasing his orgasm again and again

“yesyesyes! cumming!~ mmmgh yes angh! oh my god~ cumming thank you!!~”, the amount of cum he spurted really was amazing, such a huge load and only because you punished him so lightly— you wonder how else you could punish and just how much seed he’d spill.

☆ XIAO

⭐︎ — ugh adeptus xiao so fking cute, slipping a cock ring on his pretty dick as you relish in how he grips the sheets— as much as he wants more; he knows if he doesn’t act out he’ll get an amazing reward however little does he know how jealous you’ve been, “tsk tsk seems like you enjoy spending time with lumine now hm? can she make you feel this good??”, you question whilst slapping his cock, xiao being as sensitive as he is— this one slap caused his back to arch right off the bed, “w-what do you thi-nk you’re-?! ANGH!~”, another slap to the base of his cock causing his sentence to cut short and pre cum to flow from his slit. “shh good boy~ you’ll take what i give you and you’ll enjoy it.”

long story short— he was practically a twitching mess with a pool of cum at his stomach, his entire cock a cherry red and his thighs instinctively shutting tight when you reach to stroke him once more, “n-no! s-sensitive~ t-too senst-itive!~”, his pleas and whines turning and egging you on even further.

☆ KAZUHA

⭐︎ — must you really punish him on the crux, of all places— sneaking him into the storage and continuously slapping his cock whilst he shifts and mewls in your hold. wrapping your arms around his waist never allowing him to escape. his knees are shaking and barely able to function as the sting and sharp pain jumps his nerves but the constant marking of his neck and stroking of his cock allows him to enjoy his punishment however he really had done nothing wrong. perhaps you just wanted to see his cute face morph into one of pleasure.

“s-stop!~ can’t handle it- UNGH!~ i-i haven’t done anything w-wrong!~”, oh poor kazuha, if only he knew you enjoyed toying with his body anyway— the best part was edging him from the brink of cumming, the tears rolling down his reddened cheeks as he fucks up into your fist— chasing the orgasm he lost once more

☆ ALBEDO

⭐︎ — “albedo, i’d like to conduct an experiment”, his interest was certainly piqued since he was the person who usually came up with them. however he certainly won’t decline but however he was shocked by your request. “lie down, unbuckle your belt and take your cock out— that’s all my love”, he didn’t know what you were planning to do but he was already enjoying it. the least he was expecting was for you to spread your spit on your palm and suddenly stroke his dick with such speed— despite being made of chalk he’s still surprisingly sensitive.

he was confused on why you abruptly stopped until he felt a sudden slap on his cock, he was practically screaming with each slap, your technique was beautiful, a slap then a few strokes and the process went on until he mewled and covered your hand with a pearly white, chest heaving up and down whilst he tries to catch his breathe but was certainly confused when you kept going— it were going to be a long night <3

TAGGING: @lex-lee-666 @leathernourishingshoepolish @currysrealm @kxisuke @stygianoir <3

[slytherweasley]

Smutober/Kinktober- stripper reader (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: stripper reader, female receiving/giving oral

A strip club is not Hermione’s first choice of place to go but her friends wanted to go to a strip club. “Male strip clubs are boring, let’s go to one with the girls” her friend says.

You’d noticed her straight away, your job was on the poles, you weren’t a dancer or a private dancer, mainly because you don’t want to get naked every night.

She stares directly at you, you smile, she looks away quickly. She seemed like your type exactly.

You go to your dressing room where the rest of the girls are. “Hey, talk to the girl sitting with two other girls, she’s got like brown curly hair. Tell her to meet me backstage” you explain to your friend who does dances.

Your friend dances over to the three girls, just as she’s about to move on she whispers to Hermione.

“That girl that was just front stage a couple songs ago on the poles, her name is Peach, go backstage and ask for Peach.” She smiles and walks away. “I think I’m going to go” “Already?” Her friend complains “Yeah, it was a great night, thanks.”

She walks towards the exit but goes to the bathroom, she fixes her hair and sneaks backstage where a bodyguard is. “Oh I’m here for Peach” the bodyguard walks her backstage to the dressing room, he knocks on the door and walks in.

“Some girl is here for Peach” he announces “I’ll be there in a minute, tell her to wait.” He closes the door “I’ll be back, if anyone asks I’m in the bathroom” “We got you” one girl says. You fix your makeup and hair and take off your massive shoes to not intimidate the girl.

I walk outside and she’s standing there alone looking quite nervous. “Hey, I’m Peach” I smile and she smiles “I’m Hermione” “Your name is so pretty, my actual name is y/n” “Nice to meet you.” “Let’s go somewhere a little more private, if you’re okay with that?” She nods.

You take her to a hallway full of rooms, bodyguards standing outside each of the doors. “Need some help?” a bodyguard asks “No thanks.” You take her to your favourite room, it’s cozy.

“Wow” she says walking in. Inside the room is a big couch big enough for anyone to lay on, there’s a dresser with rope and handcuffs.

“This is the best room in my opinion” “This is nice” she comments “It’s just us, don’t worry” “I Uh don’t have much money” she says and I smile. “You don’t have to pay anything, you don’t have to do anything either. I saw you and you’re gorgeous, you look like my type.”

“Really?” “Yes, I don’t like the regulars that come in, they’re confident and expect everything for free. You’re shy so cute and don’t look like you belong in here” “My friends brought me here.”

The conversation was chill and she seemed to warm up to you as it went along. “So do you bring people here a lot?” “Only once before, I’m not a private dancer but that’s what these rooms are for.”

“Can I kiss you or is that not allowed?” She asks “You can do whatever you want.” She leans in and kisses you, you get closer to her holding her waist.

She pulls away and takes off her top revealing her bra she pulls off her pants and kisses you again in her underwear. You move your hands to her inner thighs and slowly move them up to her pussy you lay them there. “You okay with this?” You ask “Yes, please.”

You slip your hand into her underwear and slowly rub her clit, she whimpers. “Can I take this off for you?” You ask she nods. You take off her bra then her underwear. “You have a very pretty body” she looks so delicate below you “Thank you, I’m sure you do too.” You take off the lingerie you’re wearing letting her see your body. “Uh Yeah, you’re hot” she says her cheeks heating up. You get back on the couch and spread her legs eating her out.

“Feels so good” she moans pulling on your hair. You flick your tongue on her clit, she gets so wet, it’s a combination of her wetness and your saliva.

You put a couple fingers inside her fingering her just right. She moans and cries out a couple times “Im close” she moans you suck on her clit applying a little pressure and pleasure.

“Oh shit” she throws her head back having an intense orgasm. You play with her breasts while she calms down “Thank you” she says breathlessly “Can I repay you?” “Please do, love” she gets to switching positions with you.

You spread your legs “Oh goodness, you really do have a beautiful pussy” “Thanks, your pussy is pretty too.” She licks a stripe up tasting you on her tongue, she goes back in to flick your clit with her tongue.

“Hermione” you moan “Oh it feels amazing.” She circles your clit with her tongue, she knows how to eat you out well. She uses her tongue to lick your clit and then sucks on it.

“Oh fuck me, you really know what you’re doing” you compliment her really close. “Keep doing whatever you’re doing I’m so close” you cry out and finish as she sucks your clit.

“Holy shit, you need to teach me how to do that” “I don’t know how I do it, it just happens” “Do you want to get out of here? My place isn’t too far” “Yes please.”