#the things I’d do to be bent over that lap WHAT WHO SAID THAT

[moonpatroclus]

Lucien’s reputation follows him throughout the courts of Prythian, but according to @cauldronblssd , @velidewrites and myself, there’s no reputation more important than being hot as fuck. For Day 6: Reputation of @lucienweekofficial , we’d asked the talented @/kowc0a_ to make those thighs THICK and they’ve had us screaming since the very first sketch.

Thank you @/kowc0a_ for making our vision of Day Court Lucien come to life so beautifully! The sheer amount of details in this piece have us INSANE — just look at the fire wrapped around his arms? His tiny little skirt? The anklets? His reputation really does precede him and all we really want is just ONE chance. Just one. Or two. Maybe three?

[potatoplace]

Three's Company

Cassian x Reader x Azriel

kinktober day 3 | threesomes, spitroasting

kinktober '24 masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: You come home to your roommates after a terrible date, and they offer a sympathetic ear. And maybe some sympathetic touch, too.

Warnings: smut, uhhhh smut

Words: ~2.2k

Author's Note: here it is, day 3 of kinktober! I'm happy I got this out lol it was a bit of a struggle, work tired me out. But enjoy some nice smutty Az n Cass! I hope you guys like it!

18+ only pls

🤍❤️🤍💙🤍

“I can’t believe this,” you sighed as you fell back onto the couch, right between your two roommates.

“What is it, Y/N?”

It was Cassian, sitting to your left who asked.

You sighed again. “You know that guy I was seeing?”

“George, or something, right?” Azriel asked from your right.

“Yeah… We went out again tonight, and things were going really well until we got back to his apartment.” You fell forward, pressing your chest to your knees and your head in your hands.

“Did he try something?” Azriel asked, his voice low, almost irritated, if you had to guess.

“I mean, technically yes, but I wanted him to. It’s more what he didn’t do that was the problem,” you said, still bent over yourself. “Like, I went down on him without him even needing to ask, but when I asked if he would eat me out…” You bolted upright, covering your face with your hands as your face turned crimson. “I’m sorry, that was probably way too much information.”

Two gentle, giant hands rubbed your back soothingly.

“Not at all, sweetheart. I’d like to know just how much I should glare at the man if I ever run into him,” Cassian said.

“Keep going, you had more to say, right?” Azriel asked, his hand on the back of your neck now, gently rubbing out the tension.

“Just… He refused to eat me out, said that it’s disgusting for me to even ask… And then I still…” You sighed once more. “We still had sex but he came after like, a minute. How fucking pathetic is that?”

“Sweetheart,” Cassian said softly, his arm wrapping tightly around you, bringing you into his side. “What an asshole. You deserve so much better than any of that.”

Azriel’s arm joined his, and then you were being squeezed between the two men, both of them placing a kiss on your head.

“I think I have an idea to make you feel better,” Azriel suggested.

You dropped your hands to your lap and turned your head to look at him, his blazing hazel eyes meeting yours. “And what would that be?” You asked quietly.

Azriel’s eyes left yours and looked over your head for a moment before locking eyes with you again.

And then two hands wrapped around each of your thighs, hauling each to rest between two thick, strong legs, spreading you wide open.

“I’ll offer you a deal, kitten,” Azriel started. “If we can make you cum harder and more times than any of those crappy guys you’ve a dating over the past six months, you date us.”

Your breath hitched in your throat- were they serious?

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Cassian asked lowly, his lips by your ear, and you shivered at the feeling.

“Mm…” You bit your lip, considering their offer as their fingers drummed on your inner thighs, small licks of heat accompanying their touch. “Yes,” you breathed, and that was all it took for their hands to start moving.

Cassian’s moved to take off your top, while Azriel’s slid beneath your skirt, brushing against your bare cunt- you had forgotten to grab your underwear before booking it out of George’s apartment.

“Naughty little kitten,” he whispered in your ear before dipping a finger inside of you, humming in satisfaction when he found you wet already.

Cassian pulled your top over your head and off of your arms, tossing it to the side. His arms wrapped around you, hands immediately moving to cover your breasts, squeezing them and testing their weight. His plush lips kissed along the expanse of your throat, drawing a quiet whine from your lips.

Azriel had moved his finger, coated in your slick, to rub small, slow paced circles on your clit, and you knew then that you would be dating them, one way or the other.

After all, how common could it be to find two incredibly attractive men who wanted to give you pleasure at the same time?

Cassian’s hands kneaded your tender flesh, thumbs rolling over you nipples in time with Azriel’s swirling finger on your clit, heat building quickly in your core from their touch.

“Feeling good so far, sweetheart?” Cassian asked in your ear.

You nodded in agreement with your eyes closed, moaning out a soft “Yes,” your breath hitching when Cassian squeezed your right nipple tightly.

Azriel stopped his movements, removing his hand from your center altogether, and you whined in protest, eyes still shut. He moved your leg that was over him setting it back down on the couch. There was a quiet squeaking noise, and your eyes flew open in the next second when something warm, wet, heavenly wrapped around your clit, eyes making contact with Azriel’s as he sucked on your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, one hand latching on to Cassian’s thigh, the other fisting in Az’s hair. He laughed lowly, sending pleasurable vibrations through your clit and you squirmed in their grasp.

“Hold still, princess, be good for Az, hmm?” Cassian ordered gently, his arms keeping you in place as Azriel moved from your clit to your soaked hole. “Can you do that for us?”

“Mm-” you groaned, nodding your head a moment later. “Mhm.”

“Good kitten,” Az said softly, his gaze meeting yours when he lifted off of your core for a moment before returning his attentions to your clit.

With just a few precise licks and two fingers inside you, you shattered in Cassian’s arms and under Azriel’s tongue, your back arching as Azriel’s thick fingers drew out your pleasure.

“Such a good girl for us, Y/N,” Cassian murmured in your ear as you came down, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern on the underside of your breasts. “Do you think you can stand, sweetheart?”

With the way your legs were still shaking, even with Azriel’s hands no longer touching you, you didn’t think you would be able to.

“No…” You admitted quietly, and Azriel’s lips split into a grin at your words- a true rarity for him, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Want me to carry you, princess?” Cass asked, not waiting for you answer as he slid your leg off of his and stood, an arm hooking under your knees and the other supporting your back as he lifted you into his arms.

Your arms flew around his shoulders, and you giggled when you saw Az with a slight pout. “Be faster next time and you can carry me, Az.”

“Is that a promise, kitten?”

You bit your lip as you looked at him, then nodded your head.

There was no way you could go back to being just friends with the two of them, even if you stopped what you were doing at this very moment.

“Good, now let’s get you into a bed, hmm?” Cassian said, already walking in the direction of your bedroom. Azriel opened the door, letting the two of you pass through first before he joined you.

Cassian gently set you down on the edge of your bed, then knelt at your feet and began taking off your shoes, which you had forgotten to do before sitting down between them earlier. Azriel was already stripping off his clothes, his shirt first, then his belt, and he had just unbuttoned his jeans when Cassian’s touch drew your attention again.

“Stand up, princess, unless you want to be fucked in your skirt.”

The offer was tempting, but you wanted to feel their skin against yours, anyplace that you could. So you stood on shaky legs and rested your hands against Cassian’s broad shoulders as he tugged the skirt down over your hips to pool at your feet, sitting back down when his hands pushed your hips lightly.

“Get on your knees for us, kitten,” Azriel ordered when he reached the edge of the bed, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

He was big.

You did as he asked, getting on your knees and facing the end of the bed. At least, you assumed that’s how they were wanting you.

“Look at that, Az, she takes orders from us so well already,” Cassian praised, and your cheeks flushed further, if it was possible. Both from his words, and the fact that he was naked now too, and his cock was even larger than Azriel’s.

“Thank you,” you said breathily, and they both smiled at you.

“So polite, too,” Azriel murmured, running one of his thumbs across your cheek. “Where do you want us, kitten?”

“Oh, uhm… I’m not sure.”

Cassian stepped closer, his own hand tangling in your hair. “Do you think you can swallow my cock? Or would you rather I fuck you with it right now?”

You licked your lips, sizing up the girth and length of him. “I… I’m not sure I could fit you in my mouth,” you said sheepishly.

Cassian smirked in response. “We can try some other time, princess. You heard her, Az.” He walked to your right and kneeled on the bed behind you, spreading your knees apart with his legs, and you fell forward onto your hands at the change in position.

Azriel moved to stand right in front of you, his cock close enough for you to lick now, if you chose to. You peered up at him through your lashes, and he let out a soft groan.

“Such a pretty girl,” he cooed at you as he stuck a thumb in your mouth, smirking when you swirled your tongue around it and sucked. “Are you ready for us, kitten?”

You held his gaze as you nodded, frowning when his thumb left your mouth with a slight pop.

“Open up, kitten,” he said, fisting his cock in one hand as the other gripped your hair lightly. You could feel as Cassian lined the head of his cock up with your soaked entrance, waiting for Azriel’s signal.

A shiver ran up your spine, one of anticipation.

You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around Azriel’s cock, letting him push in a couple of inches, and that’s when Cassian pushed into you, slowly, oh so slowly.

The stretch of him was overwhelming, the delicious feeling of pained pleasure overtaking you as Azriel commanded your mouth, setting a slow but steady pace for the moment.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so damn tight,” Cassian hissed as he pushed further in, nearly fully seated now. You moaned loudly around Azriel’s cock in your mouth, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

“You should feel her mouth, brother, it’s the best I’ve ever felt. And you’re taking me so well, little kitten,” Azriel praised as he ran a thumb over your cheek. “Do you think you can handle me picking up the pace?”

You nodded as best you could, what with him in your mouth and his hand in your hair. He smiled down at you and moved his hand to join the other in your hair, holding you in place.

He did as he said he would, moving faster in and out of your mouth, a pace that Cassian matched, each one of his strokes hitting you in the perfect spot- over, and over, and over, driving you closer and closer to the brink with each movement.

And there, in the moments that they filled you at the same time, you found utter bliss, lost to the freedom of giving yourself over to the two men, the way that they carved a space for themselves inside of you.

Cassian’s fingers slipped over your clit in fast, small circles, and you fell over the edge, your cries muffled by Azriel, still occupying your mouth, sending him over the brink as well, spilling his seed down your throat with a long, low moan that had you clenching around Cassian again.

Cassian was the last to fall, the grip of your cunt squeezing his climax from him, and he gave a few last, triumphant pumps before pulling out of you, watching with a satisfactory look in his eyes as a bit of his cum dribbled out of your hole onto your bedspread.

Azriel pulled out of your mouth and let go of your hair, only to rush forward as your arms and knees gave out and you collapsed into his arms in a giggling heap on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Azzie, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your bare chests together.

“What the hell you guys, come back up here,” Cassian whined, scooting to the edge of the bed so he could look at the two of you. “I need some post-sex cuddles too, if you don’t mind.”

Azriel huffed out a laugh. “Come down here, then, you big baby.”

“Yeah, Cassie, c’mere,” you murmured, already snuggling into Az’s warm, warm body. “Bring a blankie too.”

Cassian sighed in feigned annoyance, but crawled down onto the ground anyways, pulling your comforter off the bed as he went. “Only for a little bit, and then we actually get in bed, okay?” He said as he spread the blanket over the three of you, his arm slinging over your waist and hand resting on Azriel’s.

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed as Azriel muttered, “You’ll be the one who won’t want to move in five minutes, Cass.”

“No I won’t,” Cassian said, but yawned a moment later. “… Fine, maybe I will.”

You giggled into Az’s chest. You might have just had amazing sex with the two of them, but they were still the same goofballs you knew and loved.

General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff

[jade-jini]

imagine dom nerd won x popular sub reader 😩

(I love my wony baby so much Ahhh also I’m sorry I took forever 😞) Smut!

Nerdy wony who might not be that talkative but is not exactly shy you know what I mean? Everybody would believe she’s a sub because look at her she’s so cute and polite but when you guys are in bed?? She shows you who’s in control and who owns you.

(And when I say dom nerd wony is cute but at the same time has a resting bitch face then what? It makes sense.)

To me wonyoung knows how to make you shy, it’s just she decides not to do it aaall the time. But when she does she has your face red and the words caught in your throat it’s so funny. Whenever people see you interacting and see how the popular y/n gets easily flustered by this nerd’s flirting and teasing they’re like??? Stick to your role ??

Wony who loves both rewarding you:

“Cmon baby, if you make me come with just your pretty mouth I’ll make sure you have a good grade in the next test” she said while passing her fingers through your hair, but let’s be honest, her pussy in your mouth was enough reward. Knowing that she meant what she said tho, that was just extra motivation.

And also punishing you:

“We studied so hard and for what, y/n?” She said while she has you bent on her lap, hand print already on your ass.

“I’m sorry mommy…”

Wonyoung spanked you a few more times, each one leaving a painfully delicious sensation. She didn’t stop until your moans became sobs, and she would’ve felt bad (not really) if it wasn’t ‘cause of how your pussy was basically dripping. Your slick making it look so shiny, the taller girl almost drooling at the view. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I’m gonna have to find a different punishment for you, I think I already turned you into a cute little pain slut.”

So a little throwback; the classic popular kid needed tutoring and the nerd who gets assigned to help you by the teacher. Wonyoung is not really fond of popular kids so she wasn’t excited about the idea, specially since she knew you and your friends could be idiots sometimes. However, she could see in your eyes that you really needed help when she looked over the professor’s shoulder, and he didn’t give her a lot of options anyway when talking about it. So she simply accepted. You two quickly agreed on going to your place after class, and you left right away to meet with your friends, leaving her confused ‘cause why at your place though? When the library was a more than good space to study but whatever, she got sht to do so she didn’t think much about it for the rest of the day.

The thing is before the whole conversation, you and your friends already thought it would be fun to tease her once she’s at your place for the “private lessons”. The plan was to see how flustered you could make her, what was her limit. She’s kinda quiet so you thought she was shy. But oh you were so wrong my bro. Wony’s quiet and serious but shy and submissive? Nu-uh. And you were gonna learn it soon since your dumb ass was also planning that, if she didn’t back off on it, you could also end up having a lot of fun with the cute nerd in your own bed. You kept that to yourself tho, daydreaming about it for the rest of the day.

And as expected by me ‘cause I’m the author but not by y/n, everytime you tried to flirt with her, she’d answer so nonchalantly. Like you were starting to wonder if you simply sucked at flirting ‘cause why couldn’t you make her blush or stutter just once??

On the other hand tho, it seemed so easy for wony to cause this reaction on you lmao

“I just think it’s weird that a pretty girl like you is single ‘cause If I was your partner I’d be jealous knowing you’re going to another g—”

“Aww you think I’m pretty huh?” She teased with that little smirk she had that she didn’t allow to reach her eyes just to seem like she couldn’t care less about it.

“I-I mean…” ugh! Wtf? You were nervous? Since when YOU get nervous? Who did she think she was to make THE y/l y/n stutter? It should be you making HER nervous! You were tired of this game already. “What I meant is that—”

“Eyes on your book, y/n.”

“But I’m—”

“Quiet, y/n.” She basically ordered in such an authoritarian tone.

“Yes ma’am.” You answered, unable to disobey her.

What you didn’t know is that through the whole day Wonyoung has been studying your behavior, from the way you’d get nervous easily to the way you’d obey her every word. She’d merely hint she was thirsty and you were already bringing her water or juice or anything you could find. She said she was cold and you gave her your jacket (which did make her heart flutter but she kept it cool). It was a nice change from the way you and your friends (mostly your friends tho you weren’t that bad:c ) would normally treat other smart, shy kids around school. Now it was her who wanted to see what were your limits. Plus, you were having a little bit of an attitude whenever you got frustrated with a question. And she doesn’t know who told you you could act like that, just because she’s technically your teacher right now and has to have patience doesn’t mean she’s gonna be no punching bag.

“Jang.” You call her, clearing your throat and doing your best to sound confident and firm “Jang I’m talking to you, I don’t understand this question.”

“On your knees.” Wonyoung said, in that nonchalant tone that turned you on you hated.

“What?” You asked, completely confused.

“On. Your. Knees.”

“How is that gonna help me with the que—” bro you stupid fr.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Wonyoung did NOT like having to repeat herself at all, and it was obvious in her eyes even when she had that mean smile in her face. So your body didn’t listen to anything but her order, like her voice was a switch that activates something in you. How could you not listen to her when it felt like that was the only reason you were brought to this earth?

“Good girl. You look so pretty down there.” She praised and you can’t remember the last time you felt this eager for more praising. And you definitely can’t recall wanting it in this position, on your knees in front of her chair. “You’d look even better if that mouth of yours that you can’t seem to keep quiet was busy in something more important than complaining.”

“Hey! I don’t talk that m- Hmm!” And without any warning she just grabbed your hair and pushed your face against her bare cunt. When did she even take her panties off?! Or did she go to school without them at all under her skirt? Jeez.

“There there, hmmm~” she quietly moaned while slowly moving your head to pleasure herself. You were not gonna lie, it was so hot how she was basically using you like that.

“You go to class with no panties? That’s such a slutty behavior you k—” you wanted to tease but she was gonna have none of it, and there she had you shutting you up with her pussy once again.

“Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to a good use. Be good and I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” She threatened, but it sounded so good so was it really a threat?

“Just like that, baby. Keep that pretty mouth right there ‘till I come in it...Hmm fuck y/n~” you heard her from the position you were in, and the beautiful sounds she was making just motivated you to keep going and to do as good as it was humanly possible. You tried grabbing her thighs to have her more steady but she slapped your hands away.

“Ah Ah! Hands behind your back. You wanna touch? You ask first.” She ordered while grabbing your neck and making you look up. Gosh being ordered like this turned you on so much, you obeyed immediately.

“Can I please touch you, mommy?” You asked in such a sweet tone but Wait. What did you just call her?

Fuck… Wonyoung thought, she wanted to hear you calling her that again and again. “Yes, yes you can baby. And you better call me that again when you’re coming for me do you hear me?” She said with the grip on your neck feeling slightly tighter, letting you know you had only one choice. You nodded eagerly, which made her giggle ‘cause you looked cute fr.

With ease, she stood you up and guided you to your couch, pushing you so you’d lie on your stomach. Wasting no time, wony undressed you entirely, the moment your ass was exposed she left a few spanks on it, making you squeak in surprise. This girl got you so wet so fast, your body has never reacted this way with any of your previous sexual partners. But Wonyoung just knows how to touch you. The way her hands travel over your skin. The way her mouth tastes you, making you moan her name and the title that escaped your lips earlier, asking her for more. Asking her to ruin you.

“You’re so needy. One would assume such a popular pretty girl gets fucked everyday if she wants to huh?” You heard, followed by a spank that got a loud high pitch noise from the back of your throat, making her laugh at your reaction and giving you another one “your pussy looks so pretty, exposed like this for me.” She said before bringing two fingers inside it, while her mouth was busy torturing your clit. You were a whining mess, it felt so good and god you were feeling it everywhere. The pleasure taking over you. Wony’s fingers reaching as deep as she could, and so fast turning your brain into nothing. She got you drooling over your own shirt that was resting under your head “m-mommy…Hmm gonna come… p-please~” you left in a moan, barely understandable.

“Ask properly, and I’ll let you. You sound like an idiot right now. Speak properly, baby.” The taller girl said, and it took a lot from you to able to recollect your thoughts, ‘cause they were all just so full of her.

“Please.. please mommy- fuck ~ please let me come..” you begged while sobbing, it all felt too good, and you were so close that the mere idea of not being allowed to come had you tearing up a little bit. But Wony wasn’t gonna be that cruel.

“Good girl.” She whispered right next to your ear and you had to bite your lip to contain a cry from escaping you. She started fucking you faster, focusing more on stimulating your clit. Her other hand kneading and caressing your ass. You let yourself go and came in her mouth, moaning so loud and sobbing, not being able to say any word, just pure sounds of pleasure. The same ones she did (tho hers were lower) as she tasted your orgasm in her tongue and felt you tighten around her fingers.

“That was.. so good wony..” you said out of breath, trying to look back to her, but she made you lie down again, surprising you.

“Was? What do you mean ‘was’?” You heard before feeling her teasing your cunt with her fingers again. Oh.

———

The next morning on your way to class, your legs were still feeling sore so when your friends saw you they clearly noticed the way you were complaining while walking, as if you spent the night working out.

“Jeez y/n, what happened to you?” One of your friends asked. Before you could answer, Wonyoung who was going down the stairs next to you stopped right next to you and gave you a warning with her eyes that made you feel a shiver going down your spine. You gulped and could only answer your friends with “I.. fell?” To which she gave you a little smirk.

“See you after class for our second lesson?” She said, not asking but just letting you know she already decided your plans and gosh she’s so hot dhhdkdfj- sorry. You could just nod before seeing her walking away to her advanced class. Your friends looked at you with shocked faces ‘cause Wtf was all that? But you ignore them and go to your class as well.

Eventually your grades did get better tho, the perks of giving a dom nerd good pussy.

Conclusion: it’s always the quiet nerds lol.

(Also if you like nerd wony go read this one that @pupyuj wrote ‘cause I love it <3)

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 7: Idle Hands

Bearblr Promptober Day 6: Carving Pumpkins

Summary: Carmy can't figure out what to do with his hands when he's not cooking. Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, mentions of Berzatto family trauma (minor), mention of Chef Winger (Chef David, for the uninitiated), swearing, written with fem reader who is a trauma surgeon (nothing gross described) in mind, she/her pronouns, minor aches and pains.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Reblogs appreciated. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list.

06 Oct 2024

I’m not used to letting a girl sit in my lap and get me drunk off kisses.

Like just chill there? And not do anything else? Not use my hands to do something, to make something? The kisses and pets are temporary distractions from the urge to use my hands—welcomed ones, even so.

Her lips are soft. Hands are always a little cold, feel good wandering over my scalp, trailing down my neck. She brushes her bent knuckles over my throat sometimes, yeah? It’s fucking addicting as all hell, sure, but 90% of the time, I can’t figure out what to do with my hands. Touching her doesn’t help, it doesn’t stop the buzzing, doesn’t stop that weird ache in my fingers. You know how if you’re sitting too long—plane, bus, car, whatever—or like you’re passed out, crammed on a couch that’s just a little too small for you, and you wake up feeling like your knees are cramping? And you need to walk around and shake them out until they work again? It’s that, but it’s in my hands. I wake up with it every fucking day, it's miserable.

So, much as I like having my tongue down my girl’s throat, my hands fucking scream at me the whole time.

“Have you ever carved pumpkins?” she murmured into my mouth.

It took me a few seconds to figure out she even spoke to me.

“I… have not. No.”

Her fingers trailed down my arms and curled around my wrists. I realized I had her sweater in a death grip and released it.

“Sorry. I-I didn’t realize I was doing it.”

She smiled. Kissed my forehead. Brought my scarred palm to her lips and then to her face to nuzzle it. “It’s spooky season. Do you want to carve pumpkins?” she asked.

“Do you want to carve pumpkins?”

“I asked first, silly.”

She’s so fucking cute, I can’t.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” I said. “Uh, why do you want to carve pumpkins?”

She shrugged, pressed her fingertips into my other palm. “Low stakes, low pressure, gives you something to do with your hands.”

Ah. “That obvious, huh?”

“Yeah. But I understand it. You’re so used to a go-go-go lifestyle that trying to turn it all off is kind of impossible. At least all at once. Pumpkin carving was always one of my favorite things about October. And, I guess, if all else fails, you could cook the pumpkins.”

“Pumpkin ravioli does sound nice.”

She giggled. Worked her hands into my hair, tipped my head back, and kissed my throat. Fuck, the heat of her mouth on my Adam's apple felt good. Murmured into my skin again, “I was almost thinking about doing a little party, but I don’t think you’ll like that.”

“No, I’d prefer the quiet.” Did my voice really just come out that strained?

She noticed. “Good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, really good.”

She rewarded me with a trail of wet kisses down my throat and then across my collarbone.

“Is it the volume levels themselves?” she asked between kisses. “I just want to understand.”

It took me even longer to figure out what she asked. My attention kept snapping back and forth between the warm, wet feeling on my neck and the ache setting into my hands. “Yeah, yeah, a bit? Uh… sometimes just keeping track of that many people is-is exhausting? You know, and people will... find something to be mad about. And then it gets louder.”

“You don’t know when someone’s going to explode.”

Yeah. Yeah, that was it. What was going to set ma off? What was going to set Mikey off? Richie and Fak might get into it again, and who the fuck would ever know when or why or how it was coming? I wouldn’t do anything—seemingly wouldn’t do anything, who fucking knows if I did, because it’s not like anyone would offer an explanation—and ma or Mikey or Richie or Lee or Cicero or sometimes even Sug would go off on me. The Devil would go off on me.

“Sweetheart?”

The thing with him is that I could truly never see it coming. Sometimes, he’d offer a correction—no, chef, pair that with a demi-glace—but other times, with the same voice and the same posture and the same fucking cadaverous look on his face, he’d tell me I’d amount to nothing. Wouldn’t tell me what I was doing wrong or why I earned it. You’re going so slow. Why are you going so slow? You have a short man’s complex.

“Carmen?”

Rapidly shifting pressure on my sternum from her rubbing the heel of her hand up and down my chest. Right. Couch. Chicago. Home.

“Hi,” she whispered. Hooked my chin to get me to look at her. Eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, eyes wide. I tried summoning a response, but the longer I couldn’t formulate one, the deeper the wrinkle in her brow got. I squeezed my eyes shut, tried to hunt for something to say. Anything. Literally anything would’ve been better than the deafening silence that smothered us. What were we talking about before? Parties? I didn’t like parties? No, there was something before that.

Her arms snaked around my shoulders and pulled me against her chest. Her heartbeat thundered, slow and routine in my ear. I dug my fingertips into the stitches of her sweater, crushed them into my palms, inhaled a lungful of her faded perfume and the scent of her.

“Will you teach me how to make pumpkin ravioli?”

Her voice came to me a muffled rumble through her chest louder than my other ear picked it up. Oddly soothing.

I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I think you’d find it fun.”

She stroked my cheek with her thumb.

“I hope it’s also fun for you, Carmy.”

That, I did, too.

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎbilly teaches you about halloween⋆౨ৎ pirate billy x fem mermaid reader

One of Billy's absolute favorite things about you was how curious you were, how excitedly you coaxed the world to open up to you in beautiful ways. Life was your oyster, but you were the pearl, in his opinion.

On the days when he made it down to your secret spot to meet up, you'd always greet him with a kiss, and he'd sit down to answer any questions that had accumulated in his absence.

Today you'd reached up for him as usual, and he'd bent in the surf to scoop you up and hold you while standing, the way you adored. "Hi baby," he murmured, kissing your nose. "How's m' girl?"

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm good. I missed you."

"Aww, missed you too, angel." Billy began to wander around the beach, keeping to the routine, keeping a steady pace as he held you firmly. The sun was beaming down, swathing you in a halo of the highest order, only the best for his girl. He finds a nice place at the thick, sturdy base of a palm tree, settling you on his lap. Your tail flutters in a satisfying way, a sure sign of your relaxation.

As expected, you're quiet for a moment, just enjoying being with him after what felt like such a long time of not. But just as always, you raise your head from his shoulder with that remarkably adorable look on your face, lips fixing to ask. “Billy? What’s All Hallow’s Eve?”

That immediately broadens his smile, stretching it like a line to a knot. “Didja hear people talkin’ ‘bout it, sweet girl?”

“A few villagers,” you affirm, nodding to prove your point. A strand of salt combed hair fell over your shoulder, hanging like a stretch of seaweed from the railing. “They were talking about lots of things about it. And I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Hmm.” Billy rakes his fingers through your hair as if smoothing it out. He gathered his words, trying to think of a way to explain the holiday. “Well…it’s a celebration, y’know? For the fall.”

“The fall of what?”

You tilt your head and Billy smiles, dragging the pads of his fingers over your collarbone. “‘s the name of the season baby. When the leaves change colors.”

“Do they?” You lift your chin to look at the palm trees, enormous leaves fanning out in a lengthy curtain blocking the lowering sun.

Billy rested his chin on your head, grinning like he’d come across sunken treasure. “Not these leaves. Leaves in other places. On the continent leaves change colors. Turn red ‘n orange ‘n yellow. ‘S real pretty.”

Gasping in delight, you tugged on his arm securing you. “You need to show me someday. I wanna see the pretty leaves.”

Ducking to press a kiss to your cheek, Billy murmured, “Course I’ll show ya baby.”

Satisfied by this response, you shifted comfortably in his arms, leaning back against him. “So what happens on All Hallow’s Eve?”

“Children dress up ‘n play tricks,” he explains, recalling his own celebration of the holiday when he was a child. “Folks tell ghost stories. Or stories ‘bout anything that ain’t human, really.”

“Would they tell stories about me?” you giggle, turning around in his arms so your belly is pressed right to his.

Pressing his lips to your nose, Billy allows a chuckle to slip past his lips. “Can’t imagine anybody who knows my girl wouldn’t be tellin’ stories ‘bout her.”

“What story would you tell?” you question, drawing seashell patterns into his chest.

“I’d talk ‘bout the prettiest girl to ever cross my way, tell ‘em ‘bout how sweet she is, how she’s got a voice like an angel…” Billy trailed off, getting lost in his own imaginings. Then he came back down to earth, realizing himself and dutifully kissing your forehead. “Anyways, that’s just the beginning.”

“I hope you have it all ready to tell by the time we go see the pretty leaves together,” you said sweetly, resting your cheek on his chest.

“I will, baby,” Billy promised, setting his big hand on your crown. “I will.”

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[squintyeyedjoel]

Look For The Light | (Joel x Reader) - Coming Soon!

Synopsis: When Joel and Ellie are on their way to find the Fireflies, they stumble across something else in an abandoned farmhouse. Something unexpected and life changing - you. ….and the three year old toddler you rescued three days ago that happens to harbor something familiar Joel has a hard time reconciling with.

(Sneak peek below the cut!)

Suddenly the handle on the door to your room jiggled, making the breath stutter in your chest.

The low voice on the other side of the wooden barrier made you jump. “I’ll give you to the count of three, otherwise I’m breakin’ this thing down.”

You gulped.

“One.”

Silence.

“Two.”

A beat more.

“Three.”

Suddenly the door swung open, the latch busting into pieces and skittering across the floor as the hulking frame of a man barreled through shoulder first. Just behind him you saw a teenaged girl peeking in curiously from the top of the steps.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, offering a timid smile. “I’d have met you at the door, but,” you looked down toward the bundle in your arms, the smile turning more genuine. “My hands are full.”

“Holy fucking shit,” the teenager mumbled, before trying to make her way around the grumpy looking man. He caught her by her backpack, not allowing her any closer, to which she turned a skeptical look his way. “Really, Joel? It’s a baby. What’s it gonna do, drool me to death?”

You snorted a laugh, arching an eyebrow at the man- Joel’s unimpressed look your way.

“It’s a toddler. They’d scream your ear off b’fore they’d drool-” He stopped when he glanced from the tiny human in your arms who looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, and focused back on the teen, finding her already looking at him with raised brows.

After a moment he released her with a sigh, and she took a few tentative steps your way, wide grin climbing up her face.

“How would you know, anyway?” She teased the man without sparing him a glance.

The look he shot at the back of the girl's head made you want to grin, but you successfully tucked it into the top of the little human’s head in your lap.

“I’m older ‘an you. Been ‘round the block a few times, is all. Know a thing or two.” His voice was a rumbling grouse, the dry tone exasperated and saying he’d been here a time or two before, this argument worn and thin.

“Yeah, because you’re ancient,” she mocked.

“Ain’t that old,” he grumbled.

“Dirt is younger, Joel.”

“Not worried I’m infected?” You kept your voice calm, not wanting to poke the angry bear known as Joel.

The girl smiled in a way that said she had more to say than what she was telling as she knelt next to you. “No. Not really.”

“Ellie,” Joel groaned, taking a step closer as the teen sat next to you, her shoulder lightly bumping against your own as her back pressed against the wall.

“I’m not, by the way,” you looked between them both. “Infected.” Looking down to the toddler in your arms, snorting as she tried to hide further into your threadbare shirt, you couldn’t help but smile softly. “Neither is she.”

“What’s her name?” Ellie reached out a finger for the little one to hold. It was taken tentatively, and given a firm shake like she had seen countless adults do around her in the QZ you’d been in before.

It made Joel snort out a laugh through his nose.

“Sarah.”

The laugh turned into a choking sound, quickly melting into a coughing fit as Joel bent over at his waist, bracing his hands on his knees as he fought for air.

“You okay, old man?”

You tried to stifle the smile Ellie’s comment brought to your face before you turned your gaze back up to Joel once again.

After a long moment, he stood up straight with a huff. “Fine.” Another long pause. “Just swallowed wrong.”

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[slutouttanowhere]

Arsonist Lullaby| D. McIntyre

Drew McIntyre x Devlyn Chambers(oc)

Warnings: exhibitionism, vouyherism, cunnilingus, oral (m) receiving, oral (f) receiving, oral ejaculation, swallowing seamen, knife play, chase and capture, mask kink, rough play.

Word count: 5k

Tags: @slutfortheeclaymore @wwechristina87 @cardierreh15

Devlyn’s POV

"Devlyn! I’m going to suck your blood!” Liv jumped out from around a corner, fake blood pouring from her mouth, and a set of fake teeth peering out from beneath her lips. A long red and black cloak around her shoulders that matched her button up shirt, and suit vest. I was completely unmoved by her jumpscare, my brothers have been torturing me with that my whole life, and besides this was her third try in two hours. I rolled my eyes, I turned to her with a pitiful smirk, she's been trying her best though, I was a normal person I’m sure I would have been spooked.

"C'mon Liv, you know I'm pretty much impervious to the spookiness, I’ve been watching horror films since I was 10." I said airly, I never figured out why I was so obsessed with slashers. I’ve come to love the genre as a whole, something about a big, strong masked man chasing you, and feeling helpless unlocked a dark desire in me. We walked arm and arm down the arena backstage area, it was still early, so there weren't many stars around. I nodded to a few people as they passed us.

"Not my fault you're a freak." She giggled, playfully bumped into me. I didn't even try to hide the grin that spread across my glossed lips, flashbacks of the way Drew had me bent over his lap last weekend replay in my mind. His large hands showed me no mercy knowing I could handle the sting, in between each slap he'd warm me up with his palm, and swing again. His index, and middle finger messaging me as deeply as he could.

“Please don't kill me Mr.GhostFace, I wanna be in the sequel." I playfully moaned out, just as Liv parted her lips to speak, two large hands reached out and grabbed me by the hips. "Fuck!" I shouted at the same time, his big hands gripped me, and brought me into him. He pressed my back against his chest, and kissed the shell of my ear. My heart was hammering in my chest, I whipped around to see Drew grinning proudly.

"Gotcha." He whispered melodically, I rolled my eyes before pecking his lips, and then wrapped my arm around the back of him. We continued down the hall of the backstage area.

"So much for you being impervious to the spooky." Liv grumbled, Drew is usually the only one who's able to make me squeal. He knew exactly how to get underneath my skin, he knew my love for horror, and that it would take extra precautions in order to make my heart jump. There’s not a lot of people that can scare me, but Drew however, can be very intimidating.

Drew’s POV

"Sorry Liv, but I'm stealthier than you." I chuckled deeply, my eyes flickered over to Devlyn, and just then I thought about the conversation the two of us had a while ago. She was confessing to me how she had a thing for slasher characters in masks, and that she had a Ghostface fantasy. I didn’t really like the idea of scaring her on that level, but if Dev was okay with it, I’d do anything to pleasure my princess. I went over the plan with her multiple times to make sure everything was to her liking, and that she was absolutely sure this is what she wanted.

That had been some time ago now, and with the way work was going, I’m sure Dev had forgotten all about that conversation, which is what she wanted. Part of the thrill was the unexpected aspect. This all made me feel more like a predator than her boyfriend; the way she would go about her business, bobbing along to whatever she was listening to, and doing her silly little TikTok videos. Totally unaware about tonight’s events.

Devlyn’s POV

Fortunately for the two of us, we weren’t scheduled for much after the show, and had the weekend off. “Ah, it feels good to be home.” I fell onto the sofa, it was nearly evening by the time you made it through the threshold. Drew came in the door behind me holding all my bags and his, he smiled contently then dumped all the luggage near the closet.

A while later he walked back into the living room, a soft smile on his lips, and his blue eyes shining. “I ran you a bath, c’mon, up you go.” Drew’s voice, and heavy footing could be heard from behind me, his hands gently grasped my shoulders. With his index finger he pulled my hair back, and over the shell of my ear. He caressed my neck before replacing his hand with his lips, pressing them to my skin. He only pulled away to help me up, he picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and carried me into the bathroom. His large hands gently pulled my clothes off; his fingers softly caressing your skin as he went.

“I’ll be right back.” Drew said once you were settled into the warm water, he kissed you on the lips, and left the bathroom before you had a chance to reply. I shrugged my shoulders, settled into the warm water, and let my body relax. He filled the water with suds, aromatic soaps, and lined the sink with candles. My head fell back, as I closed my eyes I saw Drew’s face, he was damn handsome it’s a crime, and even when he was younger with his long brunette tresses that he let grow well past his shoulders. He looked much more mature nowadays, long gone from that pouty baby face, only to be replaced with a hunk of a man. His brooding resting face could make him seem so mean, but I knew for fact he was just a harmless teddy.

“My teddy.” I hummed to myself content as I lifted my leg up out of the water playfully, suddenly I was met with the eerie silence of the house, and if I was a ditz I would have ignored it. I turned my head towards the door Drew left ajar, only open wide enough for me to see into the hall that led to our bedroom, but nothing more. I coulda sworn I saw something move past the door, but it was hard to tell when my eyes were straining at such an awkward angle, “Drew!” I called out to him expecting an answer, which was probably a mistake if some stranger had managed to slither its way into our home. I just gave myself away. You watch too much true crime, the only man that’s ever gonna make you scream is me princess. Drew could get a bit cynical, he was convinced the true crime documentaries I watched were just dramaticized for viewership, unfortunately he studied criminal law in college, and argued every fictional criminal show I indulged in. I rolled my eyes getting up out of the tub, carefully I reached over where he neatly folded a small sleep dress, and of course it’s see through. Not ideal to meet a serial killer half naked but what other choice did I really have, just as my hand reached for the door, my phone rang. My whole body jerked in response to the unexpected sound, “fuck.” I harshly whispered to myself, then I thought to myself, if someone wanted to murder me, they definitely would have done it already, hell I woulda ganked me in the the tub while I was looking stupid. I paused to thinkin about what I had just said. “Yup, way too many horror movies Dev.” I mumbled to nobody in particular. I rolled my eyes suddenly feeling like this whole thing was ridiculous, and the call was coming from inside the house this time. I finally reached the phone, I pressed it to my ear, “hello?” My eyes moved around the bedroom, there was zero sign of an intruder, and Drew is pretty adamant about security since we're gone for weeks at a time. The patio window across from the kitchen island was also seemingly undisturbed, I let my body relax after I assessed the situation enough to deem it as me having an overactive imagination.

“...Do you like scary movies?” The voice from the other end breathed heavily, my whole body paused, and before I jumped to conclusion again I replayed the husky voice in my head. The familiarity brought a grin slowly to my lips, I had forgotten all about this in the shuffle of things, work kept me occupied, and it didn't help that I was already uptight in general.

Drew’s Pov

I watched her from right outside the patio windows, knowing she was overthinking her overthinking, and was trying to justify her valid hesitation. I bit my lip trying nit to abort the mission all together and just storm in there and dig myself deeply into her. No, I committed to this role a month ago and I intended to see it through, even if it meant the pain he put himself in as I strained against my all black tactical pants. She never said specifically what I was to wear during this charade, she left all the embellishments up to me, which might have been a mistake on her part. Knowing that I get to play with her in ways she's never seen coming excited me. Not that we never could before but we both agreed to keep the kinks packed away for special occasions so as to not make the bedroom stale.

She leaned her hip against the kitchen counter, despite her own intrusive thoughts Devlyn was a hell of a woman. She wasnt petite by no means, in fact the smallest thng about her was her height standing at five feet nothing, but everything else about her was luscious. From her full breast which sit on a curvy frame that dipped in at her waist, and flared back out at her hips. She had a soft tummy that she hated. I fussed about her perspective on that every chance I got because I’ll be damned if my girl doesn't feel beautiful. I go out of my way as many times as I need to to make her feel loved, and desirable, even now this isn't something I could see myself doing, but if it made her happy that's all the motivation I needed.

I watched as she played with the hem of the short, see through lace, even from this distance I could see the way her nipples hardened. God only knows what’s going through that freaky little head of hers, she always tried to feign innocence around our peers, but I wasn't even surprised to find out something as dark as this would stir something heated inside her. I know a devient when I see one.

“I don't know.” She giggled, her voice tickling my ear, the thought of those full, soft lips kissing my sensitive ears as she so often did, it's her calling card. A move I couldn't, a teasing kiss to the shell of my ear, or a gentle caress to the lobes had me ready to beg on my knees for her. Devlyn held more power over me than she truly understood, the little minx.

“You don't know? Everyone has a favorite, what about…Scream?” I spoke slowly, my american accent always had a weird twang to it, never quite cementing myself into it, but just enough so people could understand me. This time though I wanted to at least play into it as much as I could aiming to sound as much like a stranger to her as possible, but it couldn't be helped. I wanted the way she caressed her breast with her fingers, her brown skin standing out against the soft baby pink somehow making her look more angelic, innocent even despite the spark in her eyes. She turned her back towards the patio doors, and leaned her upper half against the granite. The view of her arse was enough to kill a man, she had a naturally, perfect round booty with just the right amount of bounce as she walked. Since hitting the gym more often recently, it's become more lifted than the last time I’ve assessed her body, the dress barely covered her, leaving the rest of her ass, and thighs uncovered. I could just make out her fat pussy peeking out from behind her thick thighs, I knew I wasn't crazy she’s most certainly teasing me.

“Pft, isnt that movie about some guy who stood in womens windows and watched them like some sort of pervert?” She chucked, though she and I both know she's watched the first movie more times than I could count on both hands.

“You like perverts though.”

“How would you know that?”

I mentally applauded her for her quick responses, the debate team made her a hell of an apopnet on the mic, but I was just as quick-witted.

“Well you haven't hung up yet.” I teased, that’s right sweetheart, I’m jackass enough for both of us.

She was stumped, I could tell by the way she looked around from her spot in the kitchen she was trying to figure out my hiding spot, but she’s never going to guess it. I’m in too obvious of a place to even think about it, she’s getting worked up too, but this was her game, this is what she wanted. In her attempt to be different she spun herself into her own web. “How about you give me a little show sweetheart” I wasn't asking, her body perked up, she tried to look around again thinking she'd suddenly see me appear right before her eyes.

“What do you take me for, some kind of whore?” She asked heartedly, she bit her lip trying to suppress a giggle, I didn't hold back the cheshire grin that spread across my lips underneath the mask.

“Yes, actually, now be a good girl, and do as told.”

“I have a boyfriend ya know.” Despite her words of warning she still hopped up on the counter, leaning back on her elbows, and spreading her thighs wide. Gently she caressed herself, her breathing already heavy, and her tone nearly dropping to a whisper. The sight was something else.

“Oh yeah, what would he do if he were here right now?” I asked, my hand over the cloth that restrained me, I don't think I’ve been this turned on before, no this was something else. Seeing her behave like this made me feel feral, in a sense that I’d probably kill a man to get to her, just to taste Devlyn was enough to make me sacrifice.

“He’s so tall, big, and handsome, I still cant believe hes mine.” I wanted to sooth her doubts so badly, but I didn't interrupt, “his big hands would grab as much of my ass as he could, squeeze them, and spread my cheeks as far as possible.”

“Hmm and how does that feel? You like when he grips you like that?”

“Yes.” She moaned softly, her fingers circling around her clit slowly dragging out the sensation, but did not apply too much pressure. She was swollen, glistening, and slippery. The Holy Trinity.

“Fuck yes, his cock is so big, and I can never stop thinking about how it stretches me.” She breathed heavily, I can still feel the way she grips around my cock as she explains, almost like a phantom sensation.

“Show me how you play with it when he isn't here.” I demanded, my voice a mixture of a moan, and growl. She doesn’t waste time to obey me, carefully she dips an index finger deep inside of her pussy. Then she pulled out slowly, added a second finger, and gently caressed herself. “Open your mouth and let it out, if your boyfriend was there I’d bet he’d want to hear how pathetically needy you are”

Her cries filled my ears from her side of the phone, “God, you really are pathetic.” I mumbled out, I was desperate to take my dick out and stroke it to her, as if hearing my thoughts her next words came out as a plea

Out of breath, and completely unraveled. “I want to see you, show me where you are.” Impatiently she let out a whine, “please ghosty, please.”

Wordlessly, I stepped from behind the shrubbery, I expected her to continue, but instead she brought her two fingers up to her lips. Slowly, Devlyn sucked her own juices from her fingertips, and then hopped off the kitchen island. She made her way to the patio doors, her hand hovering over the handle, but she hesitated. My head tilted to the side curious as to what her next move was going to be, would she just tease me more, or would she let the bad guy in to let him have his way? I banged my hand against the glass, not too hard, but just enough to make it rattle under my fist. Devlyn squeaked like a church mouse, clearly scared, yet that dark desire had consumed her past the point of thinking clearly.

She opens the door, nothing between us except for the air, she can’t see my eyes, but I’m sure she can feel the intensity within them. “I’ll give you a three second head start.” Was all I offered her, the meaning of my words registered too late in her mind, “one.” Her eyelids widened like a deer in headlights, by the time she thought to move, I had already caught her.

Devlyn screamed out of shock as I grasped her waist, and easily lifted her over my shoulder. My hands held onto the back of her thighs, she tried to put up a fight, but the grip I had on her kept her from getting away. We made it to the bedroom, I stopped near the bed where I carefully dumped her, and took a step back. She moved onto her back, keeping herself propped up on her elbows. Devlyn waited patiently as I pulled my tactical vest and shirt off, she chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes swept my body from my chest down to my hips.

“Be a good girl, and don’t move.” Then from my pocket I whipped out a buck knife I had picked up from the hardware store in preparation for tonight. It really could be used to gut a fish, but I had no intention of actually harming my sweet princess. She held her breath as I crawled onto the bed, the weight of me pinning her down as I settled on my knees on top of her.

Devlyn’s POV

My heart pounded as he revealed a deathly looking dagger, I knew he wouldn’t actually hurt me, but he’s so imposing right now. That’s how Drew is, give him a good enough character, and he’ll really sink his teeth into it. He’s talented like that. With his crotch pressing on me, I could feel how hard he was through the dark army pants he wore.

With the tip of the blade he slid it underneath my dress where there was already a slit in the side. The cool, silver metal kissed my skin causing me to suck in a breath, and I held still as he worked. The flimsy material easily gave way to the sharpness, he caressed my collar bone with the back of the knife, his movement slow and methodical. I couldn’t see his eyes that well through the mask he wore, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, or what his next move would be. It wasn’t until he sat the blade on the night stand beside us did I finally breathe. He wore black, tactile gloves on his hands, and when he used the pad of his thumb to draw circles over my nipples the rough material threw me off. My back arched as the mix of uncomfortability mixed with pleasure, with a stern hand, Drew pushed me back down into the sheets. He let more of his body weight pinn me to the bed, I tried to wiggle a little, “oh you’re not going anywhere sweetheart, that big bad boyfriend of yours has been dealt with, and now it’s just you and me.” His voice was gruffer than what it sounded like over the phone, his own excitement getting the better of him.

“Are–are you gonna hurt me ghosty?” My voice barely above a whisper, my breath skipped as he lifted the mask just over his mouth, but no further.

“Now why would I do something like that? I’d never waste such a hot, tight, piece of ass like this.” He grinned, then stuck out his tongue teasingly as if showing me the thing that would end up being my demise. He slid down my body, but not without pointing a warning finger at me, “don’t you fucking move, try running away and you’re dead.”

I nodded my head in response, unable to use physical words, he gripped my legs, pulled them apart to make more room for himself between my thighs. As if that wasn’t enough, he folded me in half bringing my legs back to my head, lucky for him I do yoga. “Yes, that’s what I wanna see, princess, that pretty pussy. How’s that song go, ‘outside brown inside pink’, hmm let me spread it open.”

My lips pressed together trying to hold back the laughter that threatened to bubble out of me. Did this man just really quote Sexxy Red right now? “Fuck, you gonna out your tongue on it?”

“I’ll do more than that, I’ll fucking devour that shit if that’s what you want.” He pressed his face into my inner thigh inhaling me before trailing kisses down to my throbbing clit. He pressed his lips to the small knob before sucking it into his mouth with his lips. The tip of his tongue swirled around in circles not wanting to miss a single spot, or crevice. I felt like a rabid dog as I tried to hold back from twisting and turning, but it’s been too long since he had his mouth on me.

“Fuck, I need it so bad Drew, please.” I begged, I didn’t give a fuck about the role play anymore, or him wearing the mask. I wanted to see his eyes from beneath me as he hungrily ate me out. I pulled the mask off his head and tossed it to the side. The intensity on his face made my heart jump, I’ve never seen him look so dark before. The flicking of his tongue didn’t cease, the constant clit stimulation was enough for me to finish in any second. My muscles were tight, my head was thrown back and nestled deep into the pillow. The combination of his own saliva and my essence, slid down me, and coating us both. I was so close, I could feel the heat of my orgasam creep up my skin, and then he pulled away. “Drew.” I whimpered, he sat on his knees before me, he’s pulling the gloves off his hands, but my eyes land on his cock. He had pulled his down to his thighs, I could see the way his precum shined as it leaked out, I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. His dick was hard, and his balls were tight, I fucked up.

His eyes slowly slid up my body to me, his head tilted to the side, “just remember Devlyn, you begged me to do this. You asked for this, so this is what you’re gonna get.” His tone was eerily calm despite how tenor his voice was, and how his baby blues had turned to glaciers. A shiver ran up my spine, the sweet, giant teddy bear I cuddled at night was long gone. He looked back down at his handy work, admiring the way my cunt yearned for him. He slid his index finger into me, slowly curling it, teasing my g spot every so slightly. This time when my back arched he didn’t stop me, but instead encouraged it. “I’m gonna make a fucking mess out of you darlin.” Before I had time to register what he meant by that, he had slid another finger, and then a third. Drew’s three fingers mine as well had been five from off the thickness of them alone.

As if that wasn’t enough, he got down a little lower so that his other hand could draw circles on my swollen clit. “Oh–

“That’s right, let it go sweetheart, let me hear you scream.” Drew purred, I clenched around him, as he worked my cunt like a pro. I tried to hold on for all my life, but this motherfucker just wouldn’t let up, the squelching sound of my juices was music to my own ears. Before I had a chance to process, my muscles tightened, my eyes rolled back, toes gripping, and mouth open. “Fuck!” I cried out, I wasn’t sure if the neighbors heard me, but neither of us have a single fuck as I squirted on hi which seemed like exactly what he wanted.

He bathed himself in my juices as it ran down his abdomen, he used his hand to smear it around, and coat his dick in it. “Oops, looks like you made a mess, you’re gonna have to clean that up.” He breathed heavily as he stroked himself with a right grip, he got up off the bed, and pulled his pants off. Now only in socks, Drew pointed his finger at me, the same one that was responsible for destroying just now. Obediently I pulled myself together, and got off the bed. I got onto my knees in front of him, I opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out for him. “Look at that, such a good girl, s’not gonna change the fact that I’m still gonna fuck the shit outta you.” He teased, then grabbed a fist full of my hair like a ponytail with one hand, and with the other he guided his cock into my mouth. He thrusted slowly into me, our gazes locked on each other, and my hands held onto his large muscular thighs to keep myself steady. “Good fucking girl letting daddy use you, are you daddy’s little pussy pocket? Yes, you are, princess.” He grunted out as he pushed all the to the back of my throat, instantly I gagged, but this only encouraged him more. He wasn’t too rough on my throat, but he sure the fuck was relentless, by the time he was done with me tears where rolling down my eyes. Spit dripping down both sides of my mouth and onto my chest.

“Now’s time for the best part, I want you to fucking milk this cock.” Drew finally let go of my hair, he took a moment to fan it back out around my shoulders, and used his shirt that had been discarded onto the ground to wipe away some of the mess on my face.

“Okay but, can you put the mask back on real quick?” I bit my lip, my eyes darted over to where I threw his mask earlier, Drew grinned in response. He picked the mask up, and slowly pulled it back over his head. He was transformed again.

“You ready to swallow my load sweetheart?” He asked in that dark, sinister voice, my hands gripped him tightly.

“Well…since my big handsome boyfriend isn’t here to save me, but promise after this you’ll leave me alone.” I begged feigning worry, but my lips were already wrapped around the tip of him. He stood with his hands on his hips letting me do my work, with one hand I stroked him at the base of his shaft, while simultaneously sucking his tip; my other hand grasped his balls. He let out a groan as he squeezed then tighter, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, the sound of my lips smacking against his cock, melded with his sweet and feral moans. I knew how tense he’d been feeling all week due to the strenuous work week, Drew never admits when he’s tired, or emotionally at his brink, but I knew. I always know what my man needs, and when it’s time to tell him to take it slow.

“Fucking hell.” His hips unintentionally bucked, that didn’t stop me, I didn’t speed up, or slow down. I kept a steady rhythm till his dick began to twitch, and his hot, milky white cum spilled into my mouth. I swallowed him down, though he created quite a lot into my mouth he miraculously wasn’t done. I kept sucking at his tip, stroking his shaft in a circular motion, and massaged his balls in my palm. “Jesus, you’re a goddamn demon Devlyn, but you’re my demon, shit.” He growled out, as the last little bit of him dribbled onto my tongue. I was so proud of myself, I didn’t hold back the grin that stretched across my swollen lips.

Drew dropped to his knees, just barely coming eye to eye with me. He took the Ghost Face mask off for the final time, I couldn’t tell if he was shocked, but he sure as hell was tired now. “I’m kind of jealous, would you really suck a stranger's dick like that to save your life?” The genuine look of concern on his face caused me to burst into laughter.

It took me a moment to sober up before I said, “So you're worried not because an intruder might actually break into our house and harm me, but because I might suck their dick better than I do yours?” After I reiterated his crazy ass scenario his facial expression dropped into a dumbfounded look.

“Okay whatever, I just didn’t know you were that good, hmm maybe I should start threatening your life more often.” He chuckled, as much as I had fun role playing with him, this was the version of my man I loved the most. Him being silly, and smiling so effortlessly with his cute dimples on full display.

I smacked his arm playfully, “shut up!” He took me by the hands, and pressed each one to his lips softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, for real this time.” Drew kissed me on the forehead, then on the nose. When he stood up he brought me with him, he spent the rest of the night getting me ready for bed, and taking care of me.

[slippinmickeys]

happy birthday! drabble prompt in re: the amazon scientist/archaeologist au for you if you want: scully finding out she's won the nobel prize

(I just love that fic so much, no pressure!)

Quick and dirty, no beta.

Above the canopy of the jungle, the sky was the same liquidy pink as a bottle of rosé. The heat was easing with the setting of the sun, but Mulder still mopped the sweat off his brow with an already soiled handkerchief. 

Byers met him at the trailhead with a bottle of water that was opaque with condensation. 

“Hey,” Mulder said, accepting it gratefully. “I miss anything while I was at the site?” 

Byers shook his head and fell in step beside him as they entered the perimeter of the camp. 

“Not really,” he said. “Frohike had some luck unscrambling the data on the last sweep, but it didn’t show anything.” 

“I’d like to take a look anyway,” Mulder said.

“I figured,” Byers replied. “We’ve got it loaded on the ThinkPad.” 

The calls of the night animals were beginning, a gradual swell of sound. Mulder bade Byers farewell, ducking under the flap to his tent for a quick towel bath and a change of clothes.

He was surprised to find Scully inside, leaning over the small table they had shoved into the corner of the tent. 

“Hey,” he said, feeling a smile blossom on his face with the greeting. “I thought you and Miguel wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Weren’t you overnighting in section three?”

Scully answered him but continued whatever she was doing at the table. “The locals reported a jaguar sighting there three nights ago. Decided to play it safe.”

Drawn to her by some unknowable force, Mulder sidled up to her and pressed into her from behind. She straightened and he bent to sniff her neck, mumbling into the warm skin there. “Good. I like when you play it safe.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck from behind. The soft animal of her body pressed into his and he felt a flare of wanting. 

He was about to take things further when there was a call from outside the tent. 

“Mulder?” came Langly’s voice. 

With regret, Mulder took a step back from Scully and affirmed his presence. The canvas flap came up a moment later letting in the last of the day’s dim light. Langly’s eyes flitted between the two of them. 

“We’ve got a sat call,” he said, with some gravity. 

The camp had a satellite phone in case of emergencies. They rarely used it, and never – not once in the three years of the project – had they ever gotten an incoming call on it. 

Mulder was about to step forward when Langly licked his lips. 

“It’s for Dr. Scully,” he said. 

Mulder immediately met his lover’s eyes and she rushed out of the tent to the area of the mess where the sat phone lived. He was right on her heels. She was probably thinking the same thing he was: something had happened to her mother. To another family member. Someone was likely dead. 

She tore into the mess almost at a run and grabbed the chunky phone out of Frohike’s hands, who took a step back and swung his eyes to Mulder, mouthing something Mulder couldn’t make out. 

Mulder ignored him, his gaze intent on Scully who mumbled something into the receiver, swallowing thickly. 

Mulder could hear talking on the other end of the phone, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Scully’s forehead crinkled into a confused chevron and then she grabbed the table that housed a majority of the computer equipment, suddenly swaying on her feet. 

“Get her a chair!” Mulder shouted, but Langly, who’d come in behind them, was already pushing a camp chair up to Scully, who lowered herself into it shakily. 

“Okay,” she finally said. “Thank you.” And her hand holding the receiver dropped into her lap, the greenish light on its small screen flicking off. 

Mulder stepped forward and lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of her. 

“Scully?” he said. She had a dissociated look about her that scared him. He put his warm hand on her knee. “Honey?” he said. 

At this, she finally looked up. 

“I–” she started, still dazed. “I just won the Nobel Prize.”

[dragonagitator]

Smutty BG3 fanfic prompt / scene / ficlet:

I wrote this scene with my own "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert WIP in mind, but who knows when or if that fic will ever actually see the light of day. So if someone who can actually write smut wants to use this scene as a prompt for a lengthier fic, please do, and please also feel free to make any changes necessary to make it fit your own story or just generally improve the writing.

Summary: Post-game, Dom!Gale/sub!OFC, established relationship (but one that's about to change in a big way), discussion of consensual mind control, touches on bondage, breeding kink, and worship kink, implied impending fellatio. Features the aforementioned Book of Erotic Fantasy and teases the side of Gale revealed in his origin playthrough line about how he "always liked the idea of being worshipped. Adored. Obeyed..."

I apologize in advance for it not being very good and for cutting off right before the actual smut should begin. I'm not putting this out there because I'm proud of it, I'm putting this out there because I sincerely hope that writers who are actually good at this sort of thing might find it, take it away from me, and do it better.

If you're still interested then there's about 1,800 words of unhinged brainrot below the cut. Criticism welcome!

We’d been home in Waterdeep for less than a week when I found Gale sitting on the balcony loveseat, frowning at a book that sat closed in his lap.

“Did the book do something to offend you?” I teased as I bent over for a kiss.

“Ah, no,” he replied, “it’s just I find myself with a bit of an ethical dilemma.”

‘An ethical dilemma?’ I wondered, raising my eyebrow and taking a closer look at the book.

It was a rather thick book, with a velvet cover and tied closed with a silk ribbon. The cover imagery was extremely suggestive.

“The Book of Erotic Fantasy,” I sounded out carefully. “And exactly what sort of ‘ethical dilemmas’ does a smutty book provoke?”

“It’s not just erotic literature,” Gale explained, “It’s more of a manual.”

“A Faerun sex manual? This I gotta see,” I said and made grabby hands at him. He hesitated for a moment, then somewhat reluctantly handed it over. I sat beside him and snuggled into him as he put his arm around me, positioning us so that we could look at its pages together.

I untied the ribbon and opened the book, and laughed when the book itself moaned in my hands. Reading anything written in the Thorass alphabet was still a challenge for me so I flipped through the pages simply looking at the illustrations. There were a LOT of illustrations depicting various sexual positions and techniques. It appeared to be something like an illustrated Karma Sutra.

“Whenever did you have the time to go buy this?” I asked him with delight. “Are these things you’d like to try with me? Because that–” I pointed at a particularly intriguing illustration of a woman in bondage in some sort of complicated contraption I’d never seen before “–looks like it could be fun, if you know a good smith we could commission it from.”

“No, I, uh, that is, this volume has been in my library for some time,” Gale stammered and I smirked. I’d always loved how he could somehow still be so bashful sometimes despite being such a freak in the sheets.

“And it’s more than just a manual of… activities,” he continued. “The book is magical in nature–”

“Yeah, I got that part when it moaned,” I interjected.

“Yes, and when studied at length it can confer certain… abilities and… enhancements to the person who reads it,” he continued.

“Oooh, tell me more about these ‘abilities’ and ‘enhancements,’” I purred, setting the book aside so I could turn and straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck. He blushed so prettily.

“Well, studying the book makes one more charming and increases their endurance,” he began listing the effects while lazily stroking my sides. “And it ensures that one’s partners are never left… wanting.”

“Oh, so that’s your secret,” I teased, thinking back to all the mind-blowing nights we’d shared since he’d finally gotten over his hangups about bedding me.

“Ah, no, while I’d studied the book once years ago, the effects wear off after a tenday of celibacy. So after the year of isolation in my tower, I had only my… native talent… to rely upon,” he confessed.

His “native talent” had been more than enough, but now my curiosity was piqued.

“So you’re saying this book could make you an even better lover than you already are?” I started to grind against him lightly and his hands settled on my hips. “While I’ve been perfectly satisfied so far, I have to admit that I’m intrigued… although if you got any better, I might not walk quite right ever again.”

“It also conveys mastery over one’s own reproductive system, and that of one’s partner,” he continued. “It acts as a perfect contraceptive. Or, if one so desires, it can… guarantee that conception takes place.” He looked me directly in the eyes as he said that last part, seemed to search my face for clues as to how I felt about that.

Just the idea of it sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.

“Are you saying,” I responded, my mouth suddenly dry as the urge to spread my legs even wider for him overwhelmed me, “that this book would allow you to breed me whenever you want?”

He tightened his grip on my hips and shuttered slightly, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before he looked back up at me with determination. His pupils were blown so wide that I could barely see the brown of his irises anymore. It felt like he was looking directly into my soul.

“Yes,” he confirmed firmly.

‘So, my fiance has a breeding kink too,’ I mused. ‘That’s convenient.’

I was so aroused from our conversation that my hips took on a mind of their own, and I found myself grinding in his lap against the rapidly hardening bulge in his breeches that revealed just how much he enjoyed the idea of using his magic book to impregnate me at will.

“So,” I said breathily, continuing to grind – we were basically dry-humping at this point, and I was so aroused at this point that I suspected that I might be able to get off just from this, “what’s the ethical dilemma?”

“The book does have one minor detrimental property,” he explained, “in that satisfying one’s partner then places that partner under the effects of a Charm Person spell. Of course I’d never do that to someone without their consent,” he said hurriedly, “and with Mystra it was never a concern because as a Goddess, she’s immune to Charm spells,” I scowled at the mention of her name, “but with you, my love…” his right hand left my hip to gently stroke my face, soothing away my frown, “...you have no such immunity.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, is THAT what you’re worried about? I don’t think I could be any more ‘Charmed’ than I already have been by just your – what did you call them? – ‘native talents.’ And it’s not like a Charm Person spell can make someone do something that they’re completely unwilling to do.”

“That’s actually the problem,” he said, tone turning serious. “I’ve heard rumor that when the book’s gifts are used on a partner who is already as enamored as you so inexplicably are with me, it can have… other effects. Change them.”

“Change them how?” I prodded him.

“You could find yourself consumed by desperation to please me. The book could make you more pliant, much more… submissive,” he continued, his voice low with a hint of darkness creeping in as he gently thumbed my lower lip.

My brain short-circuited and I heard myself blurt, “I want you to read the book.”

“Oh, darling, you have no idea what you’re saying,” he sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. “It would be far beyond the games we’ve played. You’d still have your safeword, but the book could strip you of your desire to ever use it.”

“I want you to read the book,” I repeated, gently cupping his face in my hands, my entire body on fire at the idea of giving up that much control to him. It was terrifying, and thrilling, and deeply erotic.

“It doesn’t wear off as fast as a regular Charm Person spell,” he warned me, “The effects last for a year and a day,” my core pulsed with need at the thought of being under his spell for so long, “and that hourglass would reset every time I brought you to ecstasy. You could fall deeper and deeper under my control until you could no longer dream of wanting to escape it.” I trembled at the idea that it could effectively become permanent.

“I want you to read the book,” I said again, and kissed him deeply.

As I pulled back from the kiss, I could tell that he was as affected by the idea of it as I was. His skin was flushed, his pupils blown wide, he trembled slightly, there was a slight hitch in his breath, I could feel his heart hammering where our chests had pressed together, and he now had an erection so hard that I could feel every inch of it through the layers of our clothing.

“I don’t understand,” he protested half-heartedly, sounding almost broken with desire and longing. “How could you want something like that? Why would you give yourself so completely to someone like me?”

“Gale,” I said firmly, and began punctuating my statements with more kisses. “I love you.” Kiss. “I trust you completely.” Kiss. “I love submitting to you.” Kiss. “And I’ve wished for a while now that it could be more than just a game we play in bed.” Kiss. “I know how hard it was for you to give up the Crown of Karsus, because you’ve ‘always liked the idea of being worshiped. Adored. Obeyed,’” I quoted. He looked away in slight embarrassment, but didn’t deny it.

“If you think you could be content with a single worshiper,” I continued, giving his face one last gentle caress as I slid off his lap and onto the balcony floor, “then I would love to spend the rest of my life getting on my knees for you.”

I posed myself carefully before him. Knees spread, hands clasp behind my back, back slightly arched to thrust my tits forward, head bowed submissively. I silently trembled with desire and anticipation as I waited for his answer.

“I will read the book,” he declared as he stood up. “But it will require weeks of study to acquire its powers.” I could hear him unfastening the ties on his breeches. “You will use that time to prove to me just how much you want this, and if I’m not convinced by the time I reach the final page then I will not complete it,” he warned. 

My mind began whirling with all the delightfully degrading things I could do for him to prove my devotion. Through the lashes of my downcast gaze I could see his pants falling to his ankles, confirming that we were of like minds of what sort of “proof” he had in mind.

He gripped my jaw firmly and titled my head upward, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Do you understand?” he demanded. 

I’d never seen such an expression on his face before – perhaps I’d caught glimpses of something like it on the battlefield, or seen a ghost of it flicker across his face the first time I’d asked him to dominate me in bed – but nothing like this. He radiated power, desire, command, and more than just a hint of darkness.

“Yes, sir,” I agreed enthusiastically.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly. 

His praise washed over me like a blessing as he guided my mouth to the weeping head of his erect cock.

[ruified]

❝ a much needed 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ˎˊ˗ — pt. 1

warnings - fluff, skk . characters - pm! dazai, chuuya, mentioned mori . synopsis - mori sends the young double black on a mission without specifying what for . a/n - here's part 2 and the fic on ao3 !!

A boy dressed in black, his body embraced by bandages, with shaggy dark brown hair sat in the back of a car. His knees were bent and pressed against the back of the passenger seat in front of him, which was unoccupied. His dark eyes watched the scenery outside fly by with very little interest, it was hard to tell if he was even looking outside or just spacing out. Beside him sat a smaller boy, yet a few months older than him, his ginger hair tied back in a small ponytail and a black pork pie hat on the seat between him and the other. He had his head tilted back against the headrest, his eyes shut—he may be sleeping, it was hard to tell.

The dark haired boy let his eyes wander and eventually they landed on the dozed off boy. He slowly reached for the hat that sat between them and picked it up. He leaned over from his seat towards the ginger and placed the hat over his face very gently, so as to not awake him. There was silence for a few moments before the ginger’s gloved hand reached up and lifted the hat off his face, revealing squinted, piercing brown eyes that shot his partner a glare.

“Oi, Dazai, ‘the hell do you think you’re doing?” He cocked a brow, the right side of his upper lip tugging up into a scowl. The dark haired boy, Dazai, huffed and shook his head, his shoulders lifting as if the ginger had just asked him such a stupid question. “Well, Chuuya, I was trying to help you block the light out of your poor little eyes.” He pouted mockingly at Chuuya, batting his lashes a few times. “Sleeping beauty over there needs his rest.”

Chuuya clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, setting the hat back down between them. The hat almost served as some sort of boundary between them, and Dazai had tried to cross that boundary, just as he always does. “I wasn’t even asleep, smart ass.”

Chuuya sat up straight and stretched, letting out a lengthy yawn—for someone who didn’t fall asleep, he sure was acting like he had just awoken from a long nap. His voice carried a gravely tone, different from how he usually sounded, likely because he was tired. “Are we gonna be there soon or what?”

Dazai and Chuuya had been assigned a mission earlier by Mori to go to some town in the mountains. The town wasn’t super crowded or anything, it was small, more like a village really. It had a bath house run by a family and a few restaurants as well, it was certainly described as cozy—a weird place for two mafiosi to be sent to. Mori had never specified why he sent the two there, he said they’d know once they got there.

Dazai shrugged. “Dunno, but from the looks of outside I’d say we’re getting close. We’re pretty far out from the cities and I believe we’re already in the mountains.” Dazai turned around in his seat, reaching behind and digging through the stuff in the trunk. He sat down once again, holding a scarf in his hands which he folded in his lap.

Chuuya tilted his head after watching Dazai, a brow raised and a frown tugging at his lips. “You cold or something?”

The dark haired boy looked at him like he had lost it then sighed heavily, he shook his head. “No, but it’s going to be cold when we get out of the car so I’m getting ready.” His eyes scanned Chuuya up and down, then he grinned mockingly. “I sure hope you’ve brought things to keep you warm because there’s no way I’ll share my scarf with you.”

Chuuya scoffed and turned his head away, looking out the window now. “As if I’d ever want to do something as corny as that with you of all people.”

The car came to a slow stop and the driver informed the two boys that they had arrived. Dazai wrapped his scarf around himself while Chuuya just got out of the car, not bothering to bundle up—he regretted that. The air stung his cheeks, it felt sharp in his lungs as he inhaled. Shit, it was freezing. However, he did his very best to hide any reaction he was having as Dazai came around from the other side of the car to meet him, adjusting his gloves. Chuuya pushed his hat down further onto his head, hiding his face a bit.

The two scanned their surroundings, looking for signs of what they should be doing. They found themselves rather confused though, there were no other members of the Port Mafia there. There didn’t seem to be any sort of business going on or anything, it just looked like a regular day in this small village in the mountains.

Dazai and Chuuya exchanged glances, blinking a few times. Dazai was the one to take action, he turned to the driver and asked, “What is it exactly that we’re supposed to be doing here?”

The man who had driven them up here simply smiled as he looked down at the young man before him. “Your instructions are to relax. The boss wanted you two to head to the bath house and check yourselves in, everything should be ready for you there according to him.”

The two boys were left with their jaws hanging open, speechless. A break? With this guy? They turned to each other and both recoiled at the thought of trying to relax around one another.

Dazai waved the driver away and sighed, tugging his scarf tighter around his neck. “He seriously couldn’t have given us separate vacations? How am I supposed to relax at all with a dog barking in my ear?” He pouted.

Chuuya snarled and started walking towards the bath house. “Whatever. Let’s just go.” Dazai stood there for a minute then followed behind. He caught up to Chuuya and remained close behind him.

[dujour13]

☆ waking up to your favourite drink order (they remembered<3)

Thanks Spyri 💕 Last one! I cheated a little (food instead). Prompts here

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Miz scratched the cropped hair at the back of her head with her thick, black fingernails. “Tough order.”

“The goods you’re blinkin’ in from Nerosyan, some a’ those are from Absalom, am I right?”

“Yeah but two blinks in the space of a day or two, that takes—”

“Logistics. I know.” What not long ago Councilman Jefto might have called “pullin’ strings” he could now proudly trot out his crusade vocabulary for.

“Whatever.” Miz rolled her eyes. “Tough order. What’ve you got?”

He pulled a bundle of assorted wrinkled, beer-stained papers out of his inner pocket. “IOUs. Mostly from cards, a few for goods and services. Them potions a’ virility sell like cherry rolls.”

“How many of those are fakes?”

His eyes went round with indignation. “I ain’t that stupid.”

“How much total?”

“I’d say you could cash ‘em in for around three hundred.”

“On a good day.”

“Two on a bad.”

Miz sighed and flipped through the papers with her claws as if a cursory look would tell her how much they were really worth.

“Come on, I know how deep a’ shit I’d be in if I tried to pull one over on you, Miz. Honest, two hundred minimum.” More like one, but she wasn’t likely to come after him too hard for the difference.

“And you’re willing to spend that much on—”

“Can you do it or not?”

“I’ll see.”

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Strong southern sun warmed Siavash's shoulders and cool Inner Sea waves lapped his feet. He was ready to wade out and plunge, but there were people on the beach calling him back to join them for a picnic in a palm-shaded cove. Among them was his father, who turned into Regill and informed him it was not safe to swim. When he looked again the sea had turned black and frothing.

It was the perfume of fresh fruit that woke him.

He disentangled himself from the furs pulled up to his chin and tucked his feet back under the blankets to warm them.

Woljif was sitting up in bed next to him, concentrated on an accounting sheet in his lap. It seemed like a strange thing to be doing at this time of morning.

“Gotcha breakfast,” he said, not looking up from his figures.

Instead of the usual dense, spongy bread, marmalade and bland Mendevian cheese, the tray on the bedstand bore slices of ripe orange and melon and a bunch of fresh grapes, still misted from washing. No wonder he’d been dreaming of that beach south of Cyremium. He hiked himself up eagerly and pulled the tray into his lap.

“Where did this come from?”

“Hm?” Woljif still didn’t look up.

“Daeran?”

“Nah, he’s on to me.”

Siavash bent open an orange slice and bit into it, droplets flying. “Mm, thish ish a treat. Feel like I’m back in Almash.”

Woljif went back to his accounting, trying not to smile.

“You know what this reminds me of?”

Woljif turned to him in feigned surprise, trying even harder not to smile. “No, what?”

“That orange you gave me at camp back at Vilareth’s Ford. Remember that?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, that.”

“You were flirting with me.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think. You don’t strike me as the sort to hand out valuable fresh fruit to just anyone.”

“Worked, didn’t it?”

Siavash aimed a grape.

He caught it in his mouth. “Didn’t think you’d remember that,” he said through a mouthful.

“I’ll never forget that.”

Woljif had to bite his cheeks not to grin like a fool.

“So where did you get this?”

“That’s need to know only, Knight-Commander. Let’s just say logistics.”

“Flirting again, huh? The accounting was nothing but a cover-up, I knew it.” This time he held a grape between his teeth and made him fish for it with his lips.

“Yeah, right.”

“Woljif. You’re a romantic!”

“Come on chief. I’m the guy who can getcha stuff. That’s all.”

“Your face is the same color as the grapes.”

[godza]

wanna read my creative writing final? here it is. it’ll be edited a bit more but here’s what i have right now, i’d love criticism and comments ^_^ tw: suicide and drowning. praying this wont get me sent to guidance

It was a full moon around midnight, and the skies were completely clear. The moon reflected on the lake, the reflection lily-white on the dark water. She stood on the dock in front of the water, her nightgown waved in the silent wind, just as white as the moon’s reflection. She stepped forward slowly, the old wood creaked under her footsteps, the only sound beside the waves lapping against the dock.

One final step and it’d be over. She’d be plunging into the water and free. She took a deep breath, and bent her knees to ready herself to jump.

Splash! “What are you doing?” A head popped up from the water, and the girl stumbled backwards, landing on her behind.

The girl couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The stranger who popped up from the water was practically glowing. Her platinum hair stuck to her face, and gleaming droplets of water glided down her ivory collarbones. Her face was hard to see, it seemed like every beam of light in the world was drawn to her face, and the girl couldn’t stand to look at it without averting her eyes.

“What are you doing out here at this hour?” The woman floated in the water, only her shoulders visible.

“What are you doing in the water?!”

“Swimming, of course. But I don’t think a young girl like you should be out here in your night clothes.”

“You’re one to talk, you’re stark naked!” The girl stood up again and crossed her arms.

“Yes, but I’m not you, Miss Anne Burley. You have a big day tomorrow, so a teenager like you should be in bed.”

“How do you know my name?!”

“Oh honey, I know everything. I know you’re getting engaged tomorrow, and I know why you’re here at this hour.” The woman brushed some hair out of her face, and her hands glowed just as much as the rest of her. The wind didn’t seem to touch her, her hair stayed static in spite of the water being stirred up around her.

“Who are you?”

“You could call me an angel.” The woman smiled, her sun of a face shifting ever so slightly.

“An angel?” Anne was raised Catholic, but she always held doubt in her heart as to whether or not there truly was a God like the one in the Bible. “Do you know God?”

“If you want me to say yes, I do.”

“Why is an angel on Earth, and in this lake?” Anne squatted on the dock, her braid swayed in the wind.

“I came here to see you, darling. I want to stop you since you’ve never learned how to swim.”

“Why do you want to stop me? Is this divine intervention? God and you shouldn’t give a damn about me. Aren’t there better things for you to be doing then stopping me from offing myself?”

“There is nothing more important that I could be doing.” The moon glinted on the water and the waves lapped at the dock.

“Don’t try to stop me.” Anne stood and walked to the side of the dock and took a deep breath, steeling herself to jump into the darkness below.

“Would your precious Louise like to see your body washed up on the shore come tomorrow?” The woman’s voice became serious.

“Don’t mention her name.” Anne hissed, and turned back towards the woman in the water.

“Why? Do you think she hates you? Would she rather see you dead?”

“She made it very clear she doesn’t care for me.” Anne tilted her head back, blinking away the tears that obscured her vision of the moon.

“She just said she can’t be with you. That doesn’t mean she hates you. She wants the best for you.”

“The best for me was her. If I can’t have that, I’d rather not have anything at all.” The tears fell in earnest, hitting her bare feet and the dock.

“Oh, poor thing. Do you think Louise will want you dead? You think she won’t hug your water-logged corpse to her chest and blame herself? You think she won’t stroke your decaying skin and curse ” The woman cocked her head, her voice becoming condescending.

“You don’t know anything! Why are you trying to stop me? I don’t care what she’ll think, since she abandoned me, just like everybody else.” Anne jumped off the dock and into the water, the ripples from her plunge disrupting the reflection of the moon on the water.

She sank, and saw one last glimpse of the moon before she closed her eyes. It was distorted through the water, murky and gray-blue, but still a beacon of light.

Anne woke up in her bed. Her nightgown wasn’t damp, it was the one she wore the day before. She still had the letter she wrote to Louise on her desk, and the sun was still low in the sky, slowly rising. She was back to the morning her life went to shit.

ok thats it. shit is a fun word to end on. its loosely set in 1800s early 1900s bc all i write lately is set there

[razieltwelve]

The Puppy (Final Rose)

Snow was used to people throwing weapons at him - it was really part of the job - but this was the first time someone had thrown a puppy at him. The little guy went sailing toward him, and Snow reached out with his blue giant to catch the tiny canine. 

The criminal he was chasing continued his mad dash toward the other end of the docks and what he most likely hoped was safety. Snow took a split-second to check the puppy for traps - he half expected the criminal to put a grenade on him or something - but the animal was mercifully free of anything like that. Instead, the little guy was just bewildered and confused.

“Don’t worry.” Snow pulled the puppy through his blue giant and cradled him in his arms as his Semblance easily closed the gap and grabbed the criminal in one huge palm. “I’ve got you.”

X     X     X

“You’ve come back with a puppy,” Serah said as Snow sat down on the couch. The puppy immediately went over to give her a sniff, and Serah chuckled and let the canine clamber onto her lap. “Where’d you get him.”

“A criminal threw him at me.”

Serah blinked. “What?”

“Yeah. I was chasing after this guy, and he threw the puppy at me. He must have thought I’d stop to catch him, and he could escape.”

“What did you do?”

“I caught him without having to stop, and it wouldn’t have mattered if I did stop. It would take a pretty powerful person to outrun my blue giant on foot.” Snow beckoned the puppy back, but he seemed perfectly happy to stay where he was as Serah gave him a nice scratch behind the ears. “I already asked Vanille. He’s mostly golden retriever with a couple of other things thrown in. He’s pretty healthy too, just a bit scrawny.”

“So we’re keeping him?” Serah asked. “Because I’m not going to be happy if you only brought him around just before giving him away.”

“Yeah. That was the plan. Do you think Claire will like him?” Snow asked.

Serah grinned. “Snow, I think she’ll be mad you didn’t wake her up, so she could meet him straight away.”

“Well, it is almost midnight on a school night...”

X     X     X

Auryn lounged about in Claire’s lap. He liked his new home. The old place had been filled with lots of other dogs, and not all of them had been nice. Here, he was the only dog, and the people were really nice. He got meals every day, and he got a nice, warm bed to sleep in. He also got cuddles whenever he wanted them, and he had plenty of toys. The humans who lived in the house played with him a lot too.

Snow walked into the room and headed for the front door, and Auryn bounded to his feet. The front door? Could it be...? Snow put on a coat, and Serah came into the room with a coat on as well. It was!

“Come on,” Snow said. “Why don’t we go for a walk around the neighbourhood. It’s pretty good weather right now!”

Auryn eagerly darted out of the living room and grabbed his leash from its spot by the door and gave it to Snow. The neighbourhood was such an interesting place! There were all sorts of sights and smells!

“Heh.” Snow bent down and patted his head. “You sure do like take a walking around, don’t you, buddy?”

[beforeiforgetyou]

Thinking of you today- 03.17.23

Thinking about you again. Thinking about you always. I need you tonight. Bent over my lap. Panties pushed to the side. Fingers in your mouth while I dig out your ass. Spank you. Taste you. Feel how wet I can make it. I’m hard just thinking about you. You been bad and I need to punish you. You hit me. Hurt me. I don’t care why. Even if you think I deserved it. You put your hands on me and now it’s my turn. Beg me to forgive you while I’m eating you out. Tell me you’re sorry while I have one hand around your neck and one spreading your legs for me as I rub my penis anywhere I please. Tell me you love me over and over. Each time you say it, a slap in your face. I love you, Gil. Slap. I’m sorry, Gil. Slap. Please forgive me, Gil. Slap. Please rape me, Gil. Slap. I’m your dirty little slut, Gil. Slap. Because I don’t care what you say. You’re mine because I want you to be. Dangerous little girl. 

Dangerous love. Are we really bad for one another? Or are we so good for each other that if we let ourselves just go for it, we’d consume one another entirely? Risk it all. Lose it all. I see it in your eyes. You devour me the same way I devour you. Dangerous. That’s why we fight. That’s why we’ll always fight. We want something we can’t have. I told you. You can’t have both. You said you know. But it doesn’t matter, does it? If you’re honest with yourself, that’s what you want. You do want both. 

Safe, sweet boys to bring home to Mom and Dad. To go on precious little dates with. To kiss on the lips, make cute little promises to, plan your perfect future with. So easy, so simple, so secure. That gentle kind of love. You don’t question it. You just know. It’ll last forever if you let it. Like Ashley and I. Even when it’s bad, it’ll be good, Worth it. Comfortable. Will it keep you satisfied? I wonder. 

Because then there’s me. What are we, and why do you feel this way? Chaotic, explosive, the highs and the lows. The fights, the feelings. Half the time you hate me. But you still can’t get me off your mind. There’s no future for us but you can’t let go. You know I can’t either. When we go out I just wanna finger you under the table while you watch those stupid TikTok videos. I’ll kiss you everywhere except the lips. That’s asking for trouble. But I am trouble. Drunk, high, and I want you bent over in the backseat of your car again. I love the way your skin feels against mine. I want to get closer. I’d climb inside your skin if I could. 

Look me in the eye. Those mesmerizing eyes of yours. No one has ever looked at me like that before. I’ve never felt this way before. This is different and I don’t understand it either. More than friends. Less than lovers. But somehow more than that too. This is why we fight. Because my soulmate is temporary. Because there will never be another you. Because I’m losing you. You want to pretend it’s not happening. Happy, understanding, simple. You want to keep playing the game. And I will. I love the game. I love pretending too. That it’ll last forever. That it can. But that’s why we fight. Because of the little reminders that it’s not the same. 

What happened to that independent, headstrong girl? She’s got a bedtime now? By some kid who was still in grade school when I was already in college? It blows my mind that that’s who I have to give you up to. That’s why I said those things. I know it hurts your feelings. I know. But it hurts mine too. I know I can be mean and I’m sorry. I’m hurt and I know you are too. Your anger comes out in screams and fists. Mine in those short, slick comments. Because I see these glimmers out of the old days, the old you, but then bam! Reality is back and it’s not fair. 

None of it is fair. It’s not fair that I love you. It’s not fair that you love me. It’s not fair that you love him. It’s not fair that you and I can never be anything more than this, but you and he can. That’s not fair. It’s not fair that you get both. It’s. It is not fair that I would do anything for you. Buy you anything, take you anywhere, give you everything. Die for you should it be required. Anything. But it’s still not enough. It’s not your fault. It’s not mine. We just can’t be anything other than part-time. And it’s not fair because I want you so, so badly. I sit here all day and night and think about you. What do I even want from you? What can to do with you? But you aren’t mine to keep. And neither am I. And that is just so unfair. 

I’m an artist. You’re my muse. You’re my disaster. My hurt. My heart. No one will ever love you the way I do. I think you know that. Crazy and obsessive. Weird. I immortalize you with each word; you become a poem, a picture, a piece of art. I have an artist’s heart and don’t you know?  Artists are the saddest people in the world but the greatest lovers. No one will ever look at me the way you do. There’s fear in your eyes. Love, lust, joy, sadness, but just a little bit of fear too. Are you afraid of me? Afraid of losing me? Afraid of the way I make you feel? 

The fights will continue. I’m not fighting you though. I’m not even fighting myself. I’m fighting our fate. Our tragedy. We do fit. In some strange way, our puzzle pieces are an exact match. The problem is that they don’t make a picture. Matching pieces, different puzzles. I hate that. It’s not fair. None of this is. We’re not fighting each other. I don’t mean to hurt you. You don’t mean to hurt me. But it hurts. I know you feel it too. The other night you told me you don’t know what to do because you love a man who doesn’t want change. And that just next level broke my heart. Because it’s true. I won’t change. I love who I am. You love who I am. Even if I did change, I don’t think you’d like it because then I wouldn’t be me anymore. 

I was too upset at the time, but I wanted to tell you that I don’t know what do to because I love a girl who thinks she has to change. All that plastic surgery stuff. All that back and forth between “I’m gonna do what I want”, and “I’m never doing that again.” That flip-flop between “I wanna have fun”, and “I want to live this strict disciplined life.” You are more than one thing. You are a woman of god, but you do also know how to have a good time. I love that about you. I respect that about you. I’m sorry when I make quips about it. You’d never say it but I know that’s one of the main reasons it would never work. Because I’m not a Jesus-guy. 

I’m going to write this once and I will never admit it again. But I tried. When you started getting more into that stuff again, I bought myself this bible on Amazon because I was like let me see if I can understand. Let me connect with you in this way too. But it’s just not for me. Faith is felt, not learned. And that’s okay, I’m not faithless. My beliefs are just less organized I suppose. And it’s very embarrassing to even be writing this, but I did try. For you. Like I said. Anything for you. 

My eye hurts so bad today. The one you punched me in. It’s my bad eye. Every time I blink it aches and I have such a bad headache. It’s kinda getting like this white puss in it too.  Anyways. It’s Sunday morning now. Sunday Funday. I meant to finish this last night, but I was too tired. I love writing for you. To you. You’re my number one fan. You’re a writer too you know. I think that’s so beautiful and impressive since English isn’t even your first language. You never cease to impress me. 

It’s part of our connection. Words. Especially when we’ve had a few drinks. Our conversations are weird, and lyrical. We speak to each other in poems sometimes. Do you peep that too? In little verses and sentences that could be written down and published someday. Even through text. You match me. You meet me. No one has ever been able to do that before. The things we talk about, and the way we talk about them. Most people don’t understand what I’m saying half the time, so they just agree and change the subject. But not you. From day one you challenged me. Questioned me. I love that. Yes, I love to argue. But I also love it because that means you listen. Maybe I’m just too much of an artsy-farsty guy so I romanticize everything. But that’s art too. Our conversations. Our back and forth. Delicate wordplay. Weaving verbal masterpieces that only we can appreciate. 

I’ll never find another you, but you’ll never find another me either. 

The way I touch you is art, too. It’s like you said, it’s not about sex. I think I said something like that too, last time when I was on mushrooms. I could have sex with any girl. You could do it with any guy. You and me though. It’s different. It is about the intimacy. There’s an inexplicable passion to it. I can’t hold you. I can’t kiss you. Yeah, it’s rough. Yeah, it gets crazy. Yeah, sometimes it’s overwhelming. But I can only do those things to you because I love you. I can only touch you that way because I love you. And you can only let me because, in your own way, you love me too. Because you trust me. One time you had your shirt off and I was running my hands down your body. Yes, I was horny as hell but I thought for a moment how happy I was that you show yourself to me. That you open yourself to me. To be vulnerable and soft. Even just for a while. That’s why I don’t like when you get upset afterward. I do it out of love. I wanna make you feel good. Just be with me sometimes. However, we are, just be. And when it’s over don’t feel guilty or disgusted. Because I’m giving myself to you too in those moments. There’s a vulnerability on my end too. To treat you rough, to make you mine, to say those things. It takes an incredible amount of trust from me too. 

Anyway, it’s after 1pm now. I’m in and out of sleep and writing this in between. I keep dreaming of you. I’m horny for you and every time I wake up, my dick is hard again. Sunday Funday. We used to be together then. Peach Valley in the morning. Millenia Mall. Cheesecake Factory. The Outlets. America Social. Pretty sure I know where you are today. At least partially. I don’t bother checking anymore. I’ll never ask “wyd” again. The truth is, I don’t like texting you anymore. Because you’re right. Part of me is still crazy, and obsessed. So if we’re texting and you don’t answer for a while, I know it’s going to hurt my feelings. Better to just leave you alone. See you in person, or wait for you to call. When you have time for me. 

I want to run away with you. We used to joke that I’d kidnap you one day, but now it’s true. Tie your hands and feet, put you in the trunk of my car, and just drive. To Colorado or maybe Arizona. Somewhere with a lot of trees. Along the way, I’ll open the trunk and fuck you when I feel like it, but I won’t let you out. I bought you a house just like I said I would. Drained my saving for a cottage in the middle of nowhere. No wi-fi. No phones. You’ll hate it at first. There’s nothing to do but spread your legs for me whenever I want. You’ll have to write in your free time. Or draw. Read. In the middle of the wilderness, where I keep you, my precious prisoner. 

Time doesn’t matter there. We don’t have an expiration date. It doesn’t matter that we’re dangerous for one another out there. No one to impress. Nothing to distract. I’m yours and you’re mine, however we want. For however long we want. You’d probably write a book that’s better than mine. We could take walks in the woods and talk about everything. Life. The universe. God. Maybe you’d even make a believer out of me. I’d fuck you in the woods. Against a tree. Or on the ground, in the dirt. Dirty. Naked. Free. Just you and me. Doing whatever we want. No label needed. No other girls or boys. I’m your favorite guy. Your only guy. I’d cook for you. You can teach me how to make rice. Teach me to speak Creole, or like at least like kinda. I’ll teach you to play ukulele and write songs for you. I’ll teach you how to squirt for me. When we need stuff we’ll go into town. You can pick out whatever you want. Clothes. Shoes. Bags. Food. I’ll take care of you. You’ll take care of me. You don’t have to feel guilty. You didn’t run away. I stole you. Will I ever give you back to the world? Who can say? That’s my true fantasy right there. Space and time. Alone with you. 

It's 5pm now and I haven’t left my bed. I miss you. I’m grumpy and tired. My feet hurt. My face hurts. You’re sending me dirty messages on Tumblr. It’s turning me on. I love it when you tease me. I hate when you tease me. You need to be punished. I need to taste you. I’ve already cum three times to you today. I used to wish I was taller but I love how short I am next to you. Titty level. So that I can suck them with my hand between your legs while you stand there and pretend it’s not driving you crazy. I like that post you relogged. Next time you Facetime me wear my shirt until I tell you to take it off and then rub your pussy with it. Nasty girl. I love everything about you.

Secrets. My secret is that I like that you’re just a girl. You’ve always been just a girl. My favorite one, but I’ve always known. You’re not soft, but you’re so gentle, so sweet. You’re a good girl. I don’t like when people call you rough or mean. You were never like that with me. Never. Even from day one, you were sweet with me. Sure you were a bit more closed, but I never thought you were rough. The first time we went to Kobe’s you surprised me. You were so giggly and bubbly, and you were wearing that blue dress. Just a pretty, funny girl. 

Secrets. We all have them. I’m yours, but you’re mine too. I wonder what they say about us at work nowadays?  Steven tried to ask me about you last week. Not directly but I knew what he was getting at. They know better than to talk about you to me. Every so often someone still makes a slick comment or something, but at this point, I pretend like we don’t even talk outside of work. They probably look at you, then look at me and think there’s no way it’s anything like “that”. 

Shoot, I barely believe it myself. I used to think you were a virgin, or close to it at least. I remember the first time you sent me a video on Snapchat. I thought, there’s no way. I didn’t believe it was you. You were so innocent, so proper, too bubbly for all that. Plus, I had really only seen you in the work uniform up until then. And yeah your ass was poppin’, but imagine my surprise to find out you had the craziest body underneath it the whole time. Mind-blowing. But I’d never tell a soul. I think that would ruin it too. You and I, we exist in our own little private world somewhere no one else can see. I like it like that. 

But I do hate when anyone tries to call you rough. It like, offends me. I remember that one night we were at STP with ATL. That random guy was sitting with us trying to talk to you. He was trying to argue with you about some bull crap and you were tearing him up. It turned me on so much. I remember that I was rubbing your leg the whole time you were talking to him because I wanted you so bad. You were so hot for that. And then you went to the bathroom and he called you difficult, or hard-up, or something like that. I remember I shrugged my shoulders and he asked if I would “hit it.” He said it’d be too much work. I just laughed. Tough little girl but you were always so sweet to me. Just a girl but it’s okay. You’ve been my favorite one since that day. 

I absolutely fell for you at STP. There are three specific times we went there that led to that. That was the first one. The second was before when it was just you and me. I think I wrote about it before. Where we sat in your car afterward and you were so upset about something that you started crying, and all I could do was rub your back and think to myself, “Who is this girl!?”. I was messed up over you ever since. The third time was when I came back from Texas from having my surgery. I was on all those painkillers, and could barely drive, but you begged me to go out there. Tykeah was there and you made me wait so you could take her home and it could be just us. I loved that. Because you knew I wanted you all to myself. Ashley was so mad that I left that night. Hadn’t even unpacked our bags yet. But it was so worth it. That was the first time we kissed. I couldn’t help it. I had missed you so much that week and a half. 

But now we can never go back there again. Lol. 

Today is St. Patrick’s Day. I was going to go out but I’m so tired now. I have to go grocery shopping. Tomorrow I have to turn in the keys at my old place. I’m still so exhausted and there’s still so much to do. To think about. But I’m lying in bed with my hand on my balls wondering if I can bust another one right now. I wonder what you’re doing. Like I said, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to know. What I want you to be doing is lying in bed with your pants off, fingering yourself thinking about how much you want me to eat you. How much you want me to nut all over you. To make you rub yourself with it. I want you to suck my fingers like you’re hungry. Show me you want it and then maybe I’ll give it to you. 

Now it's 7pm and I’m as awake as I’m going to Bar Louie because they have cheap, green beer. I’ll think of you while I’m there. I’ll wish you were there with me instead of the idiots I’ll be hanging out with. If I’m drunk enough, I’ll probably even call you on the way home. I wonder if you’ll answer or if you’ll be “busy.” I would insert the rolling eyes emoji here, but I’m on a Word doc. I could keep writing. For some reason, I never run out of things to say to you. New things to tell you, new words to express my feelings, old memories to recall. New nasty things I want to do with you. But this is already 5 going on 6 pages long, so I’ll wrap it up here. 

I don’t know. I will say that. Things feel good right now. I miss you. I want you. I’m horny for you. But how long can this last? How long will it? I am deeply afraid of the future because I fear I will lose my mind if I lose any more of you than I already have. I’m scared, to be honest. You always ask if I feel better after we have one of our talks. Sometimes I do. But then the next day, it just feels sad again because I know. I know there’s nothing we can do but hold onto each other the best we can. I just feel like… Well, that’ll have to be another short novel later. 

I would say I hope you’re having a good day, but that’s not true. I hope you had a decent day but you spent it wishing that you were with me instead. So have a mid-rest of your day, pretty girl.  

[sirpsychosexi]

Thinking of you today- 03.17.23

Thinking about you again. Thinking about you always. I need you tonight. Bent over my lap. Panties pushed to the side. Fingers in your mouth while I dig out your ass. Spank you. Taste you. Feel how wet I can make it. I’m hard just thinking about you. You been bad and I need to punish you. You hit me. Hurt me. I don’t care why. Even if you think I deserved it. You put your hands on me and now it’s my turn. Beg me to forgive you while I’m eating you out. Tell me you’re sorry while I have one hand around your neck and one spreading your legs for me as I rub my penis anywhere I please. Tell me you love me over and over. Each time you say it, a slap in your face. I love you, Gil. Slap. I’m sorry, Gil. Slap. Please forgive me, Gil. Slap. Please rape me, Gil. Slap. I’m your dirty little slut, Gil. Slap. Because I don’t care what you say. You’re mine because I want you to be. Dangerous little girl. 

Dangerous love. Are we really bad for one another? Or are we so good for each other that if we let ourselves just go for it, we’d consume one another entirely? Risk it all. Lose it all. I see it in your eyes. You devour me the same way I devour you. Dangerous. That’s why we fight. That’s why we’ll always fight. We want something we can’t have. I told you. You can’t have both. You said you know. But it doesn’t matter, does it? If you’re honest with yourself, that’s what you want. You do want both. 

Safe, sweet boys to bring home to Mom and Dad. To go on precious little dates with. To kiss on the lips, make cute little promises to, plan your perfect future with. So easy, so simple, so secure. That gentle kind of love. You don’t question it. You just know. It’ll last forever if you let it. Like Ashley and I. Even when it’s bad, it’ll be good, Worth it. Comfortable. Will it keep you satisfied? I wonder. 

Because then there’s me. What are we, and why do you feel this way? Chaotic, explosive, the highs and the lows. The fights, the feelings. Half the time you hate me. But you still can’t get me off your mind. There’s no future for us but you can’t let go. You know I can’t either. When we go out I just wanna finger you under the table while you watch those stupid TikTok videos. I’ll kiss you everywhere except the lips. That’s asking for trouble. But I am trouble. Drunk, high, and I want you bent over in the backseat of your car again. I love the way your skin feels against mine. I want to get closer. I’d climb inside your skin if I could. 

Look me in the eye. Those mesmerizing eyes of yours. No one has ever looked at me like that before. I’ve never felt this way before. This is different and I don’t understand it either. More than friends. Less than lovers. But somehow more than that too. This is why we fight. Because my soulmate is temporary. Because there will never be another you. Because I’m losing you. You want to pretend it’s not happening. Happy, understanding, simple. You want to keep playing the game. And I will. I love the game. I love pretending too. That it’ll last forever. That it can. But that’s why we fight. Because of the little reminders that it’s not the same. 

What happened to that independent, headstrong girl? She’s got a bedtime now? By some kid who was still in grade school when I was already in college? It blows my mind that that’s who I have to give you up to. That’s why I said those things. I know it hurts your feelings. I know. But it hurts mine too. I know I can be mean and I’m sorry. I’m hurt and I know you are too. Your anger comes out in screams and fists. Mine in those short, slick comments. Because I see these glimmers out of the old days, the old you, but then bam! Reality is back and it’s not fair. 

None of it is fair. It’s not fair that I love you. It’s not fair that you love me. It’s not fair that you love him. It’s not fair that you and I can never be anything more than this, but you and he can. That’s not fair. It’s not fair that you get both. It’s. It is not fair that I would do anything for you. Buy you anything, take you anywhere, give you everything. Die for you should it be required. Anything. But it’s still not enough. It’s not your fault. It’s not mine. We just can’t be anything other than part-time. And it’s not fair because I want you so, so badly. I sit here all day and night and think about you. What do I even want from you? What can to do with you? But you aren’t mine to keep. And neither am I. And that is just so unfair. 

I’m an artist. You’re my muse. You’re my disaster. My hurt. My heart. No one will ever love you the way I do. I think you know that. Crazy and obsessive. Weird. I immortalize you with each word; you become a poem, a picture, a piece of art. I have an artist’s heart and don’t you know?  Artists are the saddest people in the world but the greatest lovers. No one will ever look at me the way you do. There’s fear in your eyes. Love, lust, joy, sadness, but just a little bit of fear too. Are you afraid of me? Afraid of losing me? Afraid of the way I make you feel? 

The fights will continue. I’m not fighting you though. I’m not even fighting myself. I’m fighting our fate. Our tragedy. We do fit. In some strange way, our puzzle pieces are an exact match. The problem is that they don’t make a picture. Matching pieces, different puzzles. I hate that. It’s not fair. None of this is. We’re not fighting each other. I don’t mean to hurt you. You don’t mean to hurt me. But it hurts. I know you feel it too. The other night you told me you don’t know what to do because you love a man who doesn’t want change. And that just next level broke my heart. Because it’s true. I won’t change. I love who I am. You love who I am. Even if I did change, I don’t think you’d like it because then I wouldn’t be me anymore. 

I was too upset at the time, but I wanted to tell you that I don’t know what do to because I love a girl who thinks she has to change. All that plastic surgery stuff. All that back and forth between “I’m gonna do what I want”, and “I’m never doing that again.” That flip-flop between “I wanna have fun”, and “I want to live this strict disciplined life.” You are more than one thing. You are a woman of god, but you do also know how to have a good time. I love that about you. I respect that about you. I’m sorry when I make quips about it. You’d never say it but I know that’s one of the main reasons it would never work. Because I’m not a Jesus-guy. 

I’m going to write this once and I will never admit it again. But I tried. When you started getting more into that stuff again, I bought myself this bible on Amazon because I was like let me see if I can understand. Let me connect with you in this way too. But it’s just not for me. Faith is felt, not learned. And that’s okay, I’m not faithless. My beliefs are just less organized I suppose. And it’s very embarrassing to even be writing this, but I did try. For you. Like I said. Anything for you. 

My eye hurts so bad today. The one you punched me in. It’s my bad eye. Every time I blink it aches and I have such a bad headache. It’s kinda getting like this white puss in it too.  Anyways. It’s Sunday morning now. Sunday Funday. I meant to finish this last night, but I was too tired. I love writing for you. To you. You’re my number one fan. You’re a writer too you know. I think that’s so beautiful and impressive since English isn’t even your first language. You never cease to impress me. 

It’s part of our connection. Words. Especially when we’ve had a few drinks. Our conversations are weird, and lyrical. We speak to each other in poems sometimes. Do you peep that too? In little verses and sentences that could be written down and published someday. Even through text. You match me. You meet me. No one has ever been able to do that before. The things we talk about, and the way we talk about them. Most people don’t understand what I’m saying half the time, so they just agree and change the subject. But not you. From day one you challenged me. Questioned me. I love that. Yes, I love to argue. But I also love it because that means you listen. Maybe I’m just too much of an artsy-farsty guy so I romanticize everything. But that’s art too. Our conversations. Our back and forth. Delicate wordplay. Weaving verbal masterpieces that only we can appreciate. 

I’ll never find another you, but you’ll never find another me either. 

The way I touch you is art, too. It’s like you said, it’s not about sex. I think I said something like that too, last time when I was on mushrooms. I could have sex with any girl. You could do it with any guy. You and me though. It’s different. It is about the intimacy. There’s an inexplicable passion to it. I can’t hold you. I can’t kiss you. Yeah, it’s rough. Yeah, it gets crazy. Yeah, sometimes it’s overwhelming. But I can only do those things to you because I love you. I can only touch you that way because I love you. And you can only let me because, in your own way, you love me too. Because you trust me. One time you had your shirt off and I was running my hands down your body. Yes, I was horny as hell but I thought for a moment how happy I was that you show yourself to me. That you open yourself to me. To be vulnerable and soft. Even just for a while. That’s why I don’t like when you get upset afterward. I do it out of love. I wanna make you feel good. Just be with me sometimes. However, we are, just be. And when it’s over don’t feel guilty or disgusted. Because I’m giving myself to you too in those moments. There’s a vulnerability on my end too. To treat you rough, to make you mine, to say those things. It takes an incredible amount of trust from me too. 

Anyway, it’s after 1pm now. I’m in and out of sleep and writing this in between. I keep dreaming of you. I’m horny for you and every time I wake up, my dick is hard again. Sunday Funday. We used to be together then. Peach Valley in the morning. Millenia Mall. Cheesecake Factory. The Outlets. America Social. Pretty sure I know where you are today. At least partially. I don’t bother checking anymore. I’ll never ask “wyd” again. The truth is, I don’t like texting you anymore. Because you’re right. Part of me is still crazy, and obsessed. So if we’re texting and you don’t answer for a while, I know it’s going to hurt my feelings. Better to just leave you alone. See you in person, or wait for you to call. When you have time for me. 

I want to run away with you. We used to joke that I’d kidnap you one day, but now it’s true. Tie your hands and feet, put you in the trunk of my car, and just drive. To Colorado or maybe Arizona. Somewhere with a lot of trees. Along the way, I’ll open the trunk and fuck you when I feel like it, but I won’t let you out. I bought you a house just like I said I would. Drained my saving for a cottage in the middle of nowhere. No wi-fi. No phones. You’ll hate it at first. There’s nothing to do but spread your legs for me whenever I want. You’ll have to write in your free time. Or draw. Read. In the middle of the wilderness, where I keep you, my precious prisoner. 

Time doesn’t matter there. We don’t have an expiration date. It doesn’t matter that we’re dangerous for one another out there. No one to impress. Nothing to distract. I’m yours and you’re mine, however we want. For however long we want. You’d probably write a book that’s better than mine. We could take walks in the woods and talk about everything. Life. The universe. God. Maybe you’d even make a believer out of me. I’d fuck you in the woods. Against a tree. Or on the ground, in the dirt. Dirty. Naked. Free. Just you and me. Doing whatever we want. No label needed. No other girls or boys. I’m your favorite guy. Your only guy. I’d cook for you. You can teach me how to make rice. Teach me to speak Creole, or like at least like kinda. I’ll teach you to play ukulele and write songs for you. I’ll teach you how to squirt for me. When we need stuff we’ll go into town. You can pick out whatever you want. Clothes. Shoes. Bags. Food. I’ll take care of you. You’ll take care of me. You don’t have to feel guilty. You didn’t run away. I stole you. Will I ever give you back to the world? Who can say? That’s my true fantasy right there. Space and time. Alone with you. 

It's 5pm now and I haven’t left my bed. I miss you. I’m grumpy and tired. My feet hurt. My face hurts. You’re sending me dirty messages on Tumblr. It’s turning me on. I love it when you tease me. I hate when you tease me. You need to be punished. I need to taste you. I’ve already cum three times to you today. I used to wish I was taller but I love how short I am next to you. Titty level. So that I can suck them with my hand between your legs while you stand there and pretend it’s not driving you crazy. I like that post you relogged. Next time you Facetime me wear my shirt until I tell you to take it off and then rub your pussy with it. Nasty girl. I love everything about you.

Secrets. My secret is that I like that you’re just a girl. You’ve always been just a girl. My favorite one, but I’ve always known. You’re not soft, but you’re so gentle, so sweet. You’re a good girl. I don’t like when people call you rough or mean. You were never like that with me. Never. Even from day one, you were sweet with me. Sure you were a bit more closed, but I never thought you were rough. The first time we went to Kobe’s you surprised me. You were so giggly and bubbly, and you were wearing that blue dress. Just a pretty, funny girl. 

Secrets. We all have them. I’m yours, but you’re mine too. I wonder what they say about us at work nowadays?  Steven tried to ask me about you last week. Not directly but I knew what he was getting at. They know better than to talk about you to me. Every so often someone still makes a slick comment or something, but at this point, I pretend like we don’t even talk outside of work. They probably look at you, then look at me and think there’s no way it’s anything like “that”. 

Shoot, I barely believe it myself. I used to think you were a virgin, or close to it at least. I remember the first time you sent me a video on Snapchat. I thought, there’s no way. I didn’t believe it was you. You were so innocent, so proper, too bubbly for all that. Plus, I had really only seen you in the work uniform up until then. And yeah your ass was poppin’, but imagine my surprise to find out you had the craziest body underneath it the whole time. Mind-blowing. But I’d never tell a soul. I think that would ruin it too. You and I, we exist in our own little private world somewhere no one else can see. I like it like that. 

But I do hate when anyone tries to call you rough. It like, offends me. I remember that one night we were at STP with ATL. That random guy was sitting with us trying to talk to you. He was trying to argue with you about some bull crap and you were tearing him up. It turned me on so much. I remember that I was rubbing your leg the whole time you were talking to him because I wanted you so bad. You were so hot for that. And then you went to the bathroom and he called you difficult, or hard-up, or something like that. I remember I shrugged my shoulders and he asked if I would “hit it.” He said it’d be too much work. I just laughed. Tough little girl but you were always so sweet to me. Just a girl but it’s okay. You’ve been my favorite one since that day. 

I absolutely fell for you at STP. There are three specific times we went there that led to that. That was the first one. The second was before when it was just you and me. I think I wrote about it before. Where we sat in your car afterward and you were so upset about something that you started crying, and all I could do was rub your back and think to myself, “Who is this girl!?”. I was messed up over you ever since. The third time was when I came back from Texas from having my surgery. I was on all those painkillers, and could barely drive, but you begged me to go out there. Tykeah was there and you made me wait so you could take her home and it could be just us. I loved that. Because you knew I wanted you all to myself. Ashley was so mad that I left that night. Hadn’t even unpacked our bags yet. But it was so worth it. That was the first time we kissed. I couldn’t help it. I had missed you so much that week and a half. 

But now we can never go back there again. Lol. 

Today is St. Patrick’s Day. I was going to go out but I’m so tired now. I have to go grocery shopping. Tomorrow I have to turn in the keys at my old place. I’m still so exhausted and there’s still so much to do. To think about. But I’m lying in bed with my hand on my balls wondering if I can bust another one right now. I wonder what you’re doing. Like I said, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to know. What I want you to be doing is lying in bed with your pants off, fingering yourself thinking about how much you want me to eat you. How much you want me to nut all over you. To make you rub yourself with it. I want you to suck my fingers like you’re hungry. Show me you want it and then maybe I’ll give it to you. 

Now it's 7pm and I’m as awake as I’m going to Bar Louie because they have cheap, green beer. I’ll think of you while I’m there. I’ll wish you were there with me instead of the idiots I’ll be hanging out with. If I’m drunk enough, I’ll probably even call you on the way home. I wonder if you’ll answer or if you’ll be “busy.” I would insert the rolling eyes emoji here, but I’m on a Word doc. I could keep writing. For some reason, I never run out of things to say to you. New things to tell you, new words to express my feelings, old memories to recall. New nasty things I want to do with you. But this is already 5 going on 6 pages long, so I’ll wrap it up here. 

I don’t know. I will say that. Things feel good right now. I miss you. I want you. I’m horny for you. But how long can this last? How long will it? I am deeply afraid of the future because I fear I will lose my mind if I lose any more of you than I already have. I’m scared, to be honest. You always ask if I feel better after we have one of our talks. Sometimes I do. But then the next day, it just feels sad again because I know. I know there’s nothing we can do but hold onto each other the best we can. I just feel like… Well, that’ll have to be another short novel later. 

I would say I hope you’re having a good day, but that’s not true. I hope you had a decent day but you spent it wishing that you were with me instead. So have a mid-rest of your day, pretty girl.  

[pookha]

A Promise Ring Chapter 4

Tying Loose Ends

Harry and Luna do their homework in his office. Harry is concerned that Luna's new job may be too dangerous. Grimmauld Place is sold and Kreacher reaches his decision.

A/N Sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter out. RL took some priority. I also realized that if I included the wedding it was going to be a very very long chapter, so there will be one more chapter.

“I heard the third years talking about you in the Common Room,” Luna said after she pulled away from the kiss.

“Only good things, I hope,” Harry said and sat back in the chair. This caused Luna, who was sitting on his lap to fall more onto him. She gasped in what sounded like pain, but then laughed and kissed him again. He put his arms around her and tried to pull her in for a longer kiss, but she pulled back and slid off his lap.

“I’d like to just snog all night, but I really do have to finish this essay and get some sleep,” Luna said.

He watched her as she moved stiffly around his desk. When she caught her sleeve on a corner of it he saw a large bruise on her forearm. He pulled the sleeve back further and the bruise went over her elbow and up to her shoulder.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Oh, I was thrown off a thestral,” she said airily. “Fortunately, it was only four or five metres high, so it wasn’t too bad. You should see the bruise on my thigh.”

“Show me?” Harry asked, making it a question rather than a demand.

She nodded and bent over his desk. She reached back and lifted her robes. The bruise on her right thigh started just over the knee and went under the line of her knickers, which Harry noticed were bright pink.

He touched the bruise lightly and her leg trembled involuntarily. He sighed.

“Are you sure you’ll be up for this?” Harry asked, meaning the Groundskeeper job.

Luna nodded and pulled her robes down. She stood back up, pecked Harry on the cheek and sat gingerly on the chair on the other side of his desk.

She pulled her essay out of her pack, then an inkpot and quill and started scratching away at it, humming a jaunty tune lightly under her breath. Harry watched her for a while, dithered, then seemed to come to a decision. He stood. She looked up at him.

“I’ll be right back; do you need anything?” he asked. She shook her head.

When he left the room, she went back to her essay. She pulled books out of her pack and referenced them a few times, and then put them back. She took a break and looked around Harry’s office. Her eyes landed on a piece of photographic paper that showed a repeating photo of a Hufflepuff student she didn’t know knocked on Harry’s door and then the door opened.

She put it down and looked at the crystal ball on Harry’s desk. She unfocused her eyes and gazed into and suddenly she could see the hallway outside Harry’s office. This was obviously the Charms experiment with the Supersensory Charm that Harry had talked about. She pulled her gaze away from the crystal ball and went back to her paper. A few minutes later, Harry came back with a covered ceramic pot in his hands.

He locked the door behind him and put Charms on it for Silence and to repel casual passerby. Luna knew the Charms and they wouldn’t stop someone who really needed to see Harry or any of the Staff.

“Okay, robes off,” Harry commanded.

Luna arched her eyebrows at him.

“I thought you didn’t want to have sex at Hogwarts,” she said bluntly.

Harry’s face colored slightly.

“I do, but we can’t until after we’re married and have private quarters.”

He laughed and lifted the cover from the pot. The sage-y smell of arnica made it clear why he wanted her robes off.

She stood, pulled her robes over her head and leaned over the desk. Harry put the pot down on his desk with the cover next to it. He dipped out a small amount of an opalescent salve from inside the jar and rubbed it into his hands. Then he carefully began rubbing it into the bruise on her leg. He worked his way up from her knee, kneading very slowly and steadily. Luna gasped as her leg went icy, then hot, then moaned as the salve started to work and the knot under the bruise lessened. She turned her head and watched Harry as worked the salve into her flesh. She could just see the edge of the bruise where it circled around onto the front of her thigh. It was yellowed like a days-old bruise. Harry touched her knickers and made an inquisitive noise. She nodded and he pulled them down and slid them over her legs. She lifted one then the other and stepped out of them. He worked the salve into her buttock up to where the bruise ended and she gasped loudly. Now she understood the Silencing Charm on the door. Anyone listening would assume they were having sex in here. When he was done, he helped her back into her knickers, sliding them slowly up her legs. He kissed her on the back of her unbruised thigh as he put them back into place and she shivered again, this time with wanting.

He stood and she turned in his arms and kissed him. Her breasts pressed against him through her bra and he started to lift his hands to them, but stopped. He repeated the whole process with the salve on the bruise on her arm and shoulder. She watched his eyes as he worked and once he looked up and met them. When he was done, he kissed her at the base of her neck, where he knew she loved it. He finished treating a couple of other, smaller bruises, wiped his hands on a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket and closed the jar. He pulled back reluctantly and picked up her robes from the floor. She laughed and put them on.

“I love you,” she said and kissed him again. This time he let the kiss get deeper before he pulled back.“Thank you,” she said.

“Anything for you,” he replied.

They spent the rest of the evening in his office. She worked on her essay and he reviewed his lesson plans for tomorrow and finished his Transfiguration homework.

Luna cast a drying charm on the ink on her essay, then rolled it up with a snap. Harry looked up at her, then the clock. It wasn’t as late as he thought.

She packed away her stuff, then stood, came around the desk and sat on his lap again.

“I have to go in a few minutes, but I thought I’d snog you silly until then.” She smiled and licked his nose. He started to lean forward, but she pushed him back in his chair.

“My turn,” she said. She hitched up her robes, turned to face him more fully and straddled him. She held his hands down at his side. Then, she snogged him silly until she had to leave. Harry watched her go, then watched her in the hallway through the crystal ball and the Charm in his door; she was moving much easier now. He sighed, packed up his own stuff and left. He made sure his office was locked and Charmed before he left. That night his dreams were of bright pink knickers on the floor of his office and his hands on Luna’s thighs.

When he woke up the next day, he saw Luna’s writing on the notepad on the table next to his bed. He put his glasses on and read.

Dreamed of you last night. We were flying on the thestral together when I fell but you caught me before I could get hurt. Your hand burned my wrist hot and icy where you caught me, but your kisses made it all better. I’ll see you at Potions. Love you.

Harry wrote back.

I need to visit Grimmauld Place this weekend to meet the estate agent and we can check out Saturday and Sunday if you’re able.

She must have had the notepad next to her because she replied immediately.

That sounds good. I have to check the unicorn herd Saturday morning, but should be done by noon. Is that good?

Yes. I do the paperwork for us both with Professor Flitwick today. Love you.

He ate breakfast with Hermione like normal and then went to teach a third year class with Professor Flitwick. He made sure to fill out a check-out form and hand it to him.

“Saturday and Sunday?” Filius asked.

“Yes, sir. I have to check in with the estate agent and my house elf and it will be quite late by then. Luna’s coming with me and we’ll stop by her father’s on Sunday to visit and maybe the Burrow as well.”

Filius smiled knowingly.

“Don’t stay up too late Saturday night.”

Harry started to object, but Filius waved him off.

“I was young and in love once, too.” He smiled at a memory. “Give my best to Molly, Arthur and Xenophilius.”

“I will,” Harry replied.

The students started to come in, so they cut their conversation short. Harry thought the class went well, with most of the students grasping the General Counter-Spell. Harry spent some one-on-one time with the ones who struggled and showed how it worked on a variety of Charms. The only issue he had was a boy who just wouldn’t pay attention and kept just listlessly waving his wand and saying the words. Nothing happened. Harry tried to work with him, but the boy just nodded and went along. When Harry went to help another student, the boy just put his head down on his desk and ignored the rest of the students and the din of them practicing.

When the class was over, he approached Filius.

“What was I doing wrong with Mr Fitzgerald?” Harry asked.

“Mr Fitzgerald has been having a lot of issues this year. He was a good student last year, but something happened over the summer and he won’t tell anyone. It’s affected his schoolwork and he also didn’t try out for Quidditch this year and last year he was very excited for it. I’ve talked with Pomona and she’s talked with him, but he won’t open up.”

Harry sighed.

“I don’t understand why we don’t have mental health counselors here at Hogwarts.”

“Is that common in Muggle schools?” Filius asked.

Harry nodded and told him of his experience in school. The counselor was afraid that Harry was being abused, but Harry had deflected her; he didn’t want anyone to come investigate and make it worse. He hadn’t opened up to the counselor, but other students seemed to like her.

“I couldn’t help myself, but some of the other kids did get help from her and if she helped even one child, I think it must be worth it.” He sighed again.

“I’m finding that being an adult has some thorny issues: how to deal with my House Elf without being like a slave-owner; having to sell a house I inherited, but know I’ll never live in; deciding to get married young or not be able to be together at our job; how to look after my godchild when I’m barely not a child anymore. It’s hard.”

“I’d like to comfort you, but some of it will always be hard, but you’ll also have happiness. Ms Lovegood makes you happy, so do your friends. I can tell that your new research makes you happy, too.”

Harry smiled.

“Luna was the best thing that ever happened to me. She has a way of making everything better; she just sees to the heart of the matter. And, I do like my research and I really like teaching, especially the younger kids. I feel like I can see when they get something and it’s like when Hermione teaches me something after I’ve been thick about it.”

Filius laughed now.

“I’ll have Minerva look into counselors. It seems like an especially good idea now, after the war.”

“Thank you, Filius.” Harry looked at his watch.

“Got to run, Quidditch practice. Still looking forward to crushing Ravenclaw in two weeks.”

Filius laughed again as Harry left.

Harry waited outside Hagrid’s hut on Saturday. It was just after eleven when Luna and Hagrid came tromping up from the forest. Hagrid plowed through the slushy snow and Luna walked over it on charmed snowshoes. She lifted her feet on them expertly and Harry admired how quickly she’d picked up the skill. Hagrid waved and shouted.

“Gotta go and see Grawp. Good to see yer, Harry!”

Harry waved back. Luna reached him a moment later. He opened the door to Hagrid’s hut and she took off the snowshoes, stomped the snow from her boots and went in. She hung the snowshoes on a hook just to the side of the door. When he closed the door behind them, she opened her coat to let in the warm air. She held out her arms and he went into her embrace, both of them hampered by their thick coats.

He kissed her cold, cold nose and then her lips; they warmed quickly under his.

“You’re early,” he said when they were done kissing and she was no longer shivering.

“Hagrid helped when he found we had plans today. Do we need to go to the castle to use the Floo from there?”

Harry shook his head.

“Filius gave me Staff Apparation privileges. I can Apparate to and from Hogwarts now, and on the grounds. You have your pack?”

She nodded and pulled a miniature trunk from her pocket, then put it back. Harry had cast the Reversible Shrinking Charm on it himself when Luna was struggling with it. Hermione seemed impressed with how quickly he was picking up new Charms.

“Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He held her tightly and Apparated. They appeared on the top step outside the front door to 12 Grimmauld Place. Luna inhaled sharply, still not used to Apparating long distances, but Harry was used to it from doing it so often while on the run.

“Okay?” he asked, keeping his tight grip around her waist.

She pecked his cheek and nodded.

“Okay,” she said.

He unlocked the door with his wand and opened it. The first thing he noticed was the odor of fresh paint and the second thing was that the portrait of Sirius’s Mum was gone from the wall. He looked at it and could just see where it had been cut or chiseled out and repaired. He knew he could only notice it because of the work he’d done at Hogwarts restoring the castle.

“Master?” Kreacher’s voice came from down the hallway.

“I’m here!” Harry shouted back.

Kreacher came bustling into the hallway, and Harry could smell cinnamon and cloves over the fresh paint smell. Kreacher was obviously baking something that smelled good.

“You’re early!” Kreacher shouted back, wringing his hands nervously.

“We were able to get away early.” Harry stopped Kreacher from taking his coat.

“No, it’s okay, I’ve got it; you go back to what you were doing. I’ll take care of our coats and put our stuff in our room.”

Kreacher bowed and ran back toward the kitchen.

“He wants to please, doesn’t he?” Luna asked, a strange tone in her voice.

Harry ran his hand through his hair before answering.

“Yeah, but I want to please him, too, you know?”

She nodded and kissed his cheek again.

“You will. I have faith in you.”

They hung up their coats and put their boots on the boot tray. Harry made Luna smile when he  pulled Charm-shrunken house slippers out of his pocket, enlarged them and gave a pair to Luna. His were standard issue, but hers were bright purple with spangly stars bedazzled on them. They put them on and then went upstairs. He enlarged both of their trunks and they sat on the bed. Luna ran her hand over the tattered bedspread, obviously enjoying the fine silk embroidery.

“It’s a shame; it’s seen better days, but everything has its time and I guess it’s time to let it go.”

“Yeah, I wish I could keep it, but it just costs too much to maintain and I’ll never live here full time. I’d love to keep it for Teddy, but it’s just not in the cards.” Harry put his hand over Luna’s. He saw his watch.

“We’ve got an hour and half until the estate agent gets here,” he said.

“Plenty of time.” Luna dragged him down onto the bed. Both of their house slippers fell off a moment later.

They cleaned up and made the bedroom presentable again before the estate agent arrived. When she arrived, she was dressed Muggle-style in a slightly out of fashion pantsuit with padded shoulders. Luna smiled at the outfit and Harry knew she was thinking something along the lines of, ‘and people call my fashion sense eccentric.’

The estate agent introduced herself to Luna as Phillipa Gregson and Harry told her that Luna was his fiancée.

Harry ushered her into the sitting room where Kreacher had already laid out tea and biscuits. Phillipa took her tea black and delicately dunked a biscuit in it. She pulled papers out of a satchel that she had to wave her wand at to unlock.

“Sorry, the lock sticks and this is the only way.” She never noticed that both Harry and Luna had their hands on their wands inside their robe pockets.

“Good news is even though we haven’t officially listed yet, we have an offer, but it’s only 80% of what we discussed as price,” Phillipa said, and put a piece of paper in front of Harry.

“Oh?” Harry asked, picking up the sheet and reading it as Phillipa continued talking.

“The Ministry wants to buy it directly. It doesn’t say why particularly, but I suspect they want to keep it as something they could use to house dignitaries. With just a little cleanup, it would be excellent: good location, hidden from Muggles and has just that right ambience of the continent, but with Englishness. ” She laughed.

“I think we should take the offer,” Harry said and handed the sheet to Luna. Her eyes widened slightly at the offer.

“This is 80% of the asking price?” Luna said.

Harry smiled.

“Phillipa says the market is pretty hot right now and especially for wizards around here.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want  to wait? We could see if there are any other takers?” Phillipa said.

“You told me before that it’s at the top of the market and there aren’t a lot of families that could afford it?” Harry asked.

“That’s right, but there may be some interest from the continent. There are some French and Belgian families looking to have a manor-style house here. But, it’s not assured and a lot of them are looking for a turnkey property and not a, may I speak frankly, a fixer-upper.”

“I say let’s take the offer,” Harry said. He saw a small flicker on Phillipa’s face.

“You can take your commission as if it were the price we suggested,” he said and saw her face twitch again.

“Will you put that in writing?” she asked and Harry nodded. While they were doing the paperwork, Luna got up and went into the kitchen. Harry could hear her talking with Kreacher and Kreacher’s sobs.

“Is everything okay in there?” Phillipa whispered to Harry.

“My house-elf is going to miss this place; he’s served the Black family for a long time,” Harry whispered back.

“And will still, Master Harry,” Kreacher said from right behind him.

He bowed to Phillipa, then said to Harry, “I have decided to go and work with Mrs Tonks and Master Teddy.”

“I think that will prove to be an excellent choice, Kreacher,” Harry stood and offered his hand to Kreacher, who took it and shook it, trembling.

Kreacher went back to the kitchen and Harry and Phillipa finished the paperwork.

“They’ll take over at the end of May,” Phillipa said.

Harry nodded.

“We’ll have everything we want to keep out of here by then. They can keep most of the furniture and do what they want with it.”

They shook hands and she left.

Luna came back in and sat next to Harry.

“What are we going to do with that money?” she asked.

“We don’t need it; I have about twice that much in my vault. I want to give most of it to Andromeda in trust for Teddy. It’s properly his money anyway.”

“I like that idea,” Luna said and kissed him. They kept busy on the couch until Kreacher cleared his throat and announced dinner. After an excellent dinner, Harry talked with Andromeda via Floo and told her about the money and Kreacher. She cried and thanked him profusely while Teddy fussed in the background. Luna promised they’d visit after their wedding and school ended, but before they went on holiday for their honeymoon.

They went to bed early and slept in late. The next day, they visited Xenophilius in the morning and Molly and Arthur in the evening. Bill showed up and talked with Harry about how to set up the trust for Teddy properly. It ended with Bill being appointed Harry’s personal banker and accountant. They got back to Hogwarts late Sunday night, kissed their goodbyes and went to their separate towers.