#they asked why she was sitting funny and the answer was in fact sex but not in the way they thought.

[radiant-reid]

Reunion

Summary: JJ never knew you were dating one of her teammates and that you broke up because of her, but seeing him at JJ's wedding years later changes things.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then smutttt)

Content Warning: 18+ Smut (oral- f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, a little bit of a breeding kink)

Word Count: 2.1k

"So, how's mystery boy?"

After skipping your usual Tuesday night plans twice, thanks to JJ being away on cases, you're finally back in your best friend's living room having a glass of wine and a cheese platter.

It's been an abnormal amount of time to go without seeing each other since you both ended up in DC after moving out of East Allegheny to different colleges. Even with men in the mix now, you both make it a priority to see each other as often as possible. However, her busy schedule and frequent flights to New Orleans have meant you've spent some time apart.

Unknown to her, she knows the so-called mystery boy. Very well, in fact. "He's well." You say slyly, unable not to grin widely.

JJ throws her head back dramatically. "Come on, Y/n! Some detail would be nice."

"It's good." You try again. "He's the sweetest. I'm very happy."

She smirks, letting you know an interesting question is coming your way. "How's the sex?"

It never takes more than a glass of wine for her to be that loose. You don't miss a beat in your answer. "Fabulous."

"Okay, so can I meet him soon?" She pushes like she has been for quite some time.

You wonder what she would think. What would her expression do if you were to say his name out loud right here? Maybe it's not that deep but getting with JJ's closest colleague is dangerous. It was a concern at the start, a reason not to start, but you fell in love with Spencer Reid quicker than you could ever imagine.

"Sure, JJ." You agree, trying to look positively about it. You can only assume she's thinking about the worst possible scenario about your mystery man. He's a criminal or he's far too old for you or he's an ex you promised not to get back with. There are too many options.

She looks triumphant. "Yes!"

You just smile, sending the conversation in a different direction by asking about her boyfriend. He sounds like a great guy and you can tell she's happier than ever before.

Three months ago you met Spencer Reid. It was JJ's birthday and your duty as her best friend to throw her a fun surprise party. That took some coordination with a friend from work. Firstly, that was Penelope, but in order to lure JJ, you needed Spencer Reid. He was a little slow with replying to your texts, but lovely. And after you met him, you were hooked.

Spencer was perfect. Gorgeous, funny, intelligent. His incredible shyness had you confused when he asked you out for dinner the next morning.

Too many espresso martinis provide an explanation for why JJ has no recollection of you flirting with him all night.

You see Spencer as much as you can, but similar to JJ's, his schedule often doesn't allow for consistent visits. So whatever time you do have, you make the most of it. He's still the most amazing boyfriend you've had. Kind, caring, witty, fun, and playful.

He gets whisked away on a case to Miami not long after being home. You didn't know things would be so different the next time you saw him.

He goes quiet on you. You know their cases are intense but you haven't heard from him in an entire week and that's not right.

Can I come over? He finally texts you and you're guessing he's back in DC.

It sounds a little ominous and the message sends a chill down your spine. Sure. I can't wait to see you. There isn't a reply and you sit in limbo in your apartment for almost an hour before he knocks at the door.

You smile when you open it, although you're slightly annoyed there was zero communication or ETA from him. "Hey, Spence, how was it?"

"You knew." He says in a cold, accusatory tone. It's nothing you've ever heard from him.

"Sorry?" You repeat, moving to the side so he can come into your apartment.

He steps in, barely looking at you. "About JJ and Will." He explains.

A little frown takes over your expression. Surely he's not angry that he only just found out. An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "Sorry, Spence. She didn't want anyone knowing."

"I'm your boyfriend!" He exclaims. "You're not supposed to lie to me."

"I didn't." You join the offensive, crossing your arms. You're not enthused about what he's accusing you of. It wasn't even your secret to tell him.

He looks disappointed, face dropping. "Come on." He sighs. "How am I meant to be with you if you don't trust me enough to tell me who our friend is dating?"

"It wasn't my secret to tell." You try to talk some reason into him, pushing down that sick feeling in your stomach telling you that he's breaking up with you.

Spencer shakes his head, his decision- as much as it's killing him- completely made. "I can't do this."

His words make your world come crashing down and you almost can't believe it. You slump to the couch while he makes his way to the door with sad, slow footsteps.

He's looking at you, waiting for you to ask him to say. "Can we not tell JJ?" You ask softly.

"Fine." That's the last thing he tells you before walking out the door, shutting it firmly.

That's it.

The last thing Spencer tells you.

Then he's gone from your life. You talk about him less to JJ and she picks up on what happened and stops asking about him.

You expect to see him when Henry's born, or even at a point in his life. Somehow, you don't. Your schedules never line up and then JJ switches jobs. There's a myriad of reasons but it doesn't happen. You both go on with separate lives.

And then JJ and Will are getting married. You get a frantic call from your best friend's soon-to-be-husband who whispers secret plans to you over the phone. It's perfect, you know JJ will adore the simplicity and elegance of a backyard wedding.

You're there as soon as you can be, helping set up Rossi's backyard so it's gorgeous for the most gorgeous person you know.

You're the maid of honor, of sorts. And you don't get a chance to ask who the best man is before JJ arrives and the ceremony begins.

You strike out as soon as you spot a tall brunette. A tall brunette who made you the happiest you've ever been with a man. And he's still just as handsome.

His eyes bulge when he sees you but he keeps a straight face and clenches his teeth while the ceremony continues. You're mostly focused on how beautiful JJ looks and how sweet their wedding is, but you can't help your mind drifting to Spencer.

You hadn't seen him dressed up like this when you were dating and the tuxedo is a perfect look on him.

"Y/n." He comes up to you when you're getting yourself a glass of champagne.

"Spencer." You reply. His tone doesn't let much about how he's feeling on. All you get is a glimmer of shock.

He stands against the table. "Maid of honor?"

You shrug, a little confused at his question. "You know, I'm surprised I haven't seen you all these years." You admit, letting some honesty slip.

"It was slightly intentional." He offers.

You don't let it offend you. "Best man?"

"I think that means we're supposed to sleep together."

You nearly spit out your sip of wine. There's no way the shy Spencer Reid you once knew just said that.

"We've done that." You reply, trying to keep a straight face after the out-of-pocket comment.

Spencer tilts his head to the side. "You're right."

You really don't know how it happens. Maybe it's a few too many drinks. There's definitely not enough alcohol in your bloodstream to solely blame that. Spencer Reid is as hot as they get. And it's been... longer than you're willing to admit since you've had sex. Even longer since it was good sex.

So there isn't anything telling you to stop when Spencer pushes you up against the door of a room in Rossi's house, lips firmly against yours.

Your dress is hiked up around your waist while his fingers trace up and down your thigh before he even thinks about locking the door. Both of you are far too wrapped up in the moment to think securely.

His hands are quick to the zip of your dress, sliding it down effortlessly and letting it pool at your feet. He takes a moment to look at you and you have to admit, you're a little worried about his reaction. You don't doubt Spencer Reid can pull beautiful women.

"God, you're gorgeous." He says softly, juxtaposing the way he's practically clawing your clothes off you.

"Are you going to compliment me or fuck me like you promised you would?" You ask him, waltzing over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

Spencer smirks at your smart mouth. "You asked for it."

He's kneeling on the floor in front of the bed in seconds, with no regard for his suit pants being wrinkled, just on his knees. There's a sense of urgency that doesn't allow for the time for him to take your panties off so he opts for shifting them to the side.

There's also no time to waste as his tongue melds with your folds, tracing patterns. No one has ever come close to giving head like Spencer does. It's truly mindblowing, the pressure of his tongue and the suction method he uses. You're instantly in bliss, head thrown back against the covers as you moan.

You've lost it when his fingers enter you, pushing past with little resistance. "Holy shit, Spencer. You're incredible."

"Sing my praises." He says against your pussy.

You do. Not even possessing the ability to be embarrassed about it.

And you don't stop. You're withering and moaning on the bed, tugging his curls while he continues pleasing you. Eventually, it's too much. His fingers pumping in and out of you combined with his tongue wrapped around your clit have you finishing in no time.

"Still as good as I remember." As if he couldn't get any hotter, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

Spencer rises from his knees, now much taller than you. You tug your underwear off before unclipping your bra. "Fuck me, Spencer." You reach out for his belt buckle, toying with it. "Please."

Spencer has lost the shy, timid nature he had the first few times you had sex and he quickly takes off his belt and pants. Once his suit jacket is tossed across the room, Spencer pulls your legs to the end of the bed, making sure you wrap your ankles around his waist. His hands rest on either side of your head and you're precisely where you want to be.

"You're so hot." You tell him with a smirk.

He grins, spreading your legs and inching inside you. The look on his face is an instant confidence boost. Clearly, he's a man in bliss, head thrown back and tongue parting his lips.

"Fuck." He pants.

You agree, barely able to speak from how hard he's pounding you and how good it feels. Although it's annoying to admit, you've never had as good sex as with Spencer.

Your hands wrap around his forearms, noticeably bigger than last time. "Spencer." You moan. "Please. So good."

He caresses your chest, paying attention to your boobs like he hadn't before. "Y/n." He groans, not slowing his pace up. His hips snap against yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. "Can I?" He asks.

It's unlike you to have even let him start without protection but you're not thinking straight enough. All you know is you need Spencer. "Please."

He finishes as deep inside you as he can get, leaning down to kiss you softly. You're breathless like he is when he flops down next to you.

One of Spencer's palms touches your cheek, forcing you to look at him rather than the ceiling. "Hey, pretty girl." He says softly and it makes your heart flip in a way it shouldn't. "Can I take you on a date, Y/n?"

The smile creeping onto your face can't be helped. "Yes. Please."

[sweetdispatch]

The card - Q. Hughes

6 days of kinkmas

pairing: Quinn Hughes x girlfriend!reader

summary: Quinn and his girlfriend got into argument which led him to teach her manners

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), safeword, dom!quinn, oral (f and m receiving), dacryphilia, slapping, orgasm denial

words: 1.8k

note: final day of kinkmas is here! but i have a surprise for 24th👀

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Quinn, as a captain, was organising a Christmas party for his team. He needed your help but you were giving him a cold shoulder. A day earlier you two got into an argument and you didn’t want to forget this without apologies from him. You felt offended by his words and how low he thinks about you. As much as you wanted to help him, you didn’t want to give him satisfaction. 

“All I’m saying is that it would be nice if you would tell me about this party at least a week earlier. Not day before” You sighed, trying to explain to him why you were mad.

“You don’t do anything so what’s the issue that I told you this now?” 

“What is this supposed to mean?” His comment made you furrow yours eyebrows. 

“You’re sitting at home the whole day doing nothing. It shouldn’t make a difference that I told you now” He shrugged and you looked at him, shocked at the words he just said to you. You left the living room and went to the bedroom. 

This was yesterday and the two of you haven’t spoken since then. You had nothing to tell him because Quinn is the wrong one. If he thinks that you’re doing nothing, that’s exactly what you decided to do. You saw that he was struggling with preparing meals and cleaning at the same time but you were too stubborn to help him. 

“Could you help me with the cake? You're a much better baker than I am” He asked you politely when he saw you getting water from the fridge, but you hadn’t responded. You went back to the bathroom to do your makeup and acted like you hadn't heard anything. 

Quinn was furious at you. He couldn’t understand why you’re acting this way. In his mind, he hadn’t said anything wrong and you were the one who’s making a big deal of your conversation. He decided to let it slip for now, but after the party, he knew he’ll teach you manners. 

The party was going smoothly. You two acted like a loving couple around his teammates while you hadn’t sorted out the argument. You were chatting with other girlfriends when Quinn was standing with the boys near the kitchen island. One of the girls went to grab a drink and interrupted his conversation. 

“You’re a dick Quinn” She said and the boys looked at her. “You’re a dick for telling Y/N that she’s not doing anything in the house”

“Excuse me?” Quinn was taken aback by her words.

“She told us about your argument. How could you say this to her when she’s making everything so you could have a better life” She answered him and left. She sat on the couch and Quinn felt humiliated. 

The boys were chirping at him about this situation and he got even more mad at you. He started thinking about his plan to punish you for what just happened. You were completely unaware of the fact that one of the girls confronted Quinn and enjoyed the party. He could see you laughing from afar but he knew that you won’t be laughing when the two of you will be home alone. 

The party ended around midnight. When you closed the door after the last guests left, you sighed. All you wanted was to take off your makeup and get changed into something more comfortable. You started going to the bathroom when you heard Quinn. 

“Living room. Now” His voice didn’t leave a space for argument. You followed into the room and saw his furious face expression. “You think it’s funny to tell everyone about our conversation? You think this was nice when one of the girls came and called me a dick in front of others?” 

You were shocked. Yes, you told other girls about your argument but you never thought that they would direct this to him. You didn’t know what to say so you just stood there, waiting for his next move. 

“I’m using the card today” You froze hearing it. You completely forgot that a couple months ago you gave him a “card” that meant that he can use you however he wants and do whatever he wants. “You’re under my control and have nothing to say unless it’s a safeword, which is…?” He asked you to be sure you remember. 

“Sunflower” 

“Good, now I want you naked in the bedroom. Hands on your sides and no touching” 

You were turned on by the idea because sex with Quinn was always insane and you were curious what he’s gonna do to you. You took off your dress and threw it on the ground. You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come into the room. You trusted Quinn with your life and you knew that he would never hurt you but something in his voice made you nervous. You’ve been so caught up with your thoughts that you haven’t heard when he entered the room. He was standing only in his underwear. His voice brought you back from your trance. 

“Knees” You listened to him and positioned yourself in front of him. He was caressing your hair and tucked them behind your ear. “We could have a nice night but you had to run with your mouth. I think we need to put it into better use now. You already said too much” 

In a quick move, Quinn took off his underwear and you saw his hard dick. By instinct, you grabbed his dick and started playing with his length. He wasn’t happy with this and pulled your hair roughly so you could face him. 

“I said mouth. Don’t you dare to disobey me because it will end up even worse for you” You nodded and opened your mouth letting him put his dick inside. 

Quinn’s moves were rough. He was pushing his cock into your mouth without any mercy. You were gagging around him but this didn’t stop him. It turned him even more. You could feel the tip of his dick hitting your throat. Tears were spilling from your eyes and he laughed at the sight. Before he could cum in your mouth, he took out his dick. 

“Lay in the bed. Legs wide open” You do what he told you to. He kneeled in front of your pussy and started eating you out. “So wet and I’ve barely done anything” He chuckled and returned to licking your clit. 

Quinn pulled his fingers into your pussy and you moaned loudly. You felt incredible with his tongue on your clit. He could feel that you’re close to your orgasm but he stopped. You looked at him but he didn’t say anything. Only grabbed your hips and threw your body around. You were lying on your stomach when you heard.

“Ass up, face down” You positioned yourself and waited when you felt the first slap on your ass. You screamed by surprise not expecting this. “Next time you’ll want to act like a brat, remember how it feels” 

Quinn spanked you four more times. The pain became a pleasure for you and when the last spank laid, you moaned. He looked at your red ass for a couple seconds. He did this on purpose so you don’t know what he’s gonna do next. The next thing you felt was his dick deep buried inside of you. 

You were a mess under him. It felt so good when Quinn was fucking you roughly. You grabbed the sheet trying to find balance but with each thrust you were falling apart. It didn’t take him long enough to bring you close to your release. When he felt your muscles tightening around him, he pulled out. It was the second time when he didn’t let you cum.

“You’re not gonna cum until I say so” He stated and laid another spank on you. 

“Please Quinn, I need it” You begged him.

“Please Quinn, I need it” He mocked you. “You, my sweet girl don’t have anything to say” 

He thrusted into you again, this time you moaned loudly. He was keeping a hard pace and you went with your hand to touch yourself. Before you could do it, Quinn grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on your back. He did the same with your other hand. Now, you were totally at his mercy. Quinn was keeping your hands behind your back, still fucking into you. You were moaning and begging him to let you cum but he didn’t let you. Again, he pulled out of you and you cried. 

“I am gonna decide when you gonna cum, not you” He said not bothered by your tears.

Quinn threw you again and you were again on your back. He towered over you and thrusted into you again. You moaned but now, he shut you up with a kiss. It was the first time you tasted his lips today. His hand went to circulate your pussy and you started feeling overwhelmed. Other hand, I went to play with your boobs. This was all too much for you. All the touches, teasing and three denial orgasms. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Sunflower” You said repeatedly, each time quieter from another.

Quinn took his dick out of you and panicked. He knew that he fucked up because you never used it before. He pulled you into a hug and started caressing your back. 

“Shh, you did so well. You’re safe” He was whispering into your ear and you started crying into his shoulder. It was breaking his heart knowing that he’s the reason you’re crying. “I’m so sorry baby, tell me what I can do to make you feel better” 

“Just hold me please” Your voice was breaking at each word. Quinn hugged you tighter and let you calm down. After a couple of minutes, you spoke again. “Can we take a bath and forget about it?” 

“Yes and no” You looked at him. His thumb wiped your tears. “We can take a bath but we have to talk about what happened. I need to know what exactly happened to push you to say this word. And don’t you even think that’s embarrassing. That’s why we have the word. To use it when it’s too much” He placed a kiss on your forehead. 

Quinn raised you and went into a bathroom to prepare your bath so you could relax. He stayed by your side all the time, reassuming you that everything’s fine and you’re safe. You appreciated it that he didn’t leave you alone to deal with this but wanted to help you. When you were ready to leave, again he raised you and gently dressed you up in his shirt and laid you on bed. 

“We don’t have to talk about this now but tomorrow okay?” You nodded and Quinn pecked your lips. “Goodnight babe, I love you and I’m sorry for today… and yesterday” 

“Stop, we’ll talk about everything tomorrow, now let’s just sleep… I love you” You curled into his chest.

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Part 2

[bandgie]

On Your Knees

ONE | TWO

incel!Seungmin x fem!reader

warnings! MDNI18+, drinking implications (no one is drunk) dubious??, pussy eating, face fucking (m!), hate sex (but no sex) seungmin is an ass (low key misogynistic), reader is kinda mean note! this is not meant to represent Seungmin or any of the members in any way. I just like the trope :)

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The party was getting boring in all honesty. Truth-or-Dare is only fun for the first couple of minutes but gets repetitive. Same old questions on who you're fucking, if you're fucking someone, if you've ever fucked someone. The flat beer sloshes in your red solo cup as you sit on the floor of the living room.

You can tell Han is trying to come up with something interesting to ask Seungmin. Most of the somewhat funny questions were already asked, but Han still purses his lips as he thinks of something clever. 

"Okay, I got it!" He claps his hands. "Best pussy you've ever eaten. Go."

Ah, I guess that's something, you think as you divert your attention to the cross-legged man beside you. 

Seungmin is awfully quiet at house parties and looks as though he would rather be anywhere else. You don't like Seungmin, but you don't not like him. He's just a guy Han likes to bring around on occasion. You observe Seungmin raise an eyebrow, in surprise most likely. But what he says is even more shocking. 

"Never eaten pussy."

"What?!" Everyone collectively shouts at his admission. Now this peaks your interest as you stare wide-eyed at him. "No way," you can't fathom the thought of someone in college never tasting a cunt. "Are you a virgin?"

Your bold question makes Chan choke on his drink, coughing until the bitter liquid finally passes through. "Jeez dude, you just can't ask that."

"It's literally Truth-or-Dare. I literally can," you retort. 

The clamor of everyone settles as they wait for Seungmin to answer. Now that he can feel the pressure of everyone's eyes, he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. "I'm not a virgin," he says. "I just don't eat pussy."

"What the fuck?" You make a confused expression. "You don't eat pussy? Fuck does that mean?" Seungmin finally casts his gaze on you, acknowledging your presence for the first time tonight. "Exactly what I mean. I don't like it."

"You don't like it?" Han sounds exasperated. "You gotta be fucking with me. There's no way you fuck a girl and not want to eat her pussy." Despite Han being an idiot half the time, you agree with him. Every guy you've hooked up with jumps at the chance to eat you out and you know plenty of them would do it for nothing in exchange. 

To meet a guy who's never had the opportunity to only means two things, and you're praying it's not what you're thinking. 

"I just fuck to cum. I don't really care if she finishes or not."

It's worse than you could have imagined. 

The room goes dead quiet and you suddenly figure out why Han doesn't bring Seungmin around too often. His stiff posture, his blank expression, the way he hardly regards you in any manner. It all points to signs of the worst type of man. 

"So like what?" You can't help the clipped tone in your voice. "You some type of incel?"

Chan, who likes to keep the peace, says your name in warning. "Don't start." Though he means well, the fact that you're the one getting in trouble for speaking up only fuels your fire. "Don't start? He's the one who started with his dumb incel shit."

Seungmin scowls, "Ugh. I didn't even say anything bad. You're being so emotional."

The tips of your ears burn red and you feel your entire body heat up. You can hear Chan trying to diffuse the situation, but you hardly care about maintaining 'the peace' any longer. 

"Oh, fuck off," you sneer at Seungmin. "You can't even make a girl finish. Fucking incel virgin."

Now that does it for him. You see Seungmin tighten his hands into fists as his neck grows red. "I'm not a virgin. And I can make a girl cum. I just don't care to." He enunciates his words harshly, some speckles of spit landing on your face. Both of your jaws are tense, teeth clenching as you glare into each other's eyes.

A vein sticks from his neck and his lips are stretched back into somewhat of a snarl. With a flushed expression, you easily see his cheeks heat up in anger. It's here that you realize he looks good when he's mad. You hate it.

"Okaayyy!" Chan claps his hands three times loudly. "I think it's time to call it a night." Everyone tries to stand and talk about anything else, but Seungmin and you are too busy having your own little conversation to notice. 

"Never eaten pussy, can't make a girl come. Why you lying about being a virgin?" You mimic the vicious on Seungmin's face. He keeps his eyes steady on yours, "Whoring yourself out for a fuck. You're everything that's wrong with women today." 

This makes you laugh, "At least they make me cum."

If you thought Seungmin was mad before, he's furious now. You must have struck a nerve because he stands suddenly and spins on his heel to leave. 

But you're not done with the conversation. You raise on your feet and follow him, never ceasing to stop your vicious spewing, "Just be honest with me, Min. It's okay to have never felt a woman's touch. Not that you ever will, being an incel that is."

Seungmin hurries up the stairs of the house with you on his tail. You can't see his face, but you can feel the anger rolling off him. 

He suddenly stops in his tracks, making you effectively bump into his back. "I'm not an incel," he keeps his voice low, but strong. "Eating pussy isn't even all that. You just have an ego bigger than your tits."

You try and play it off with a scoff, but you feel your face heat up. You grope your chest offendedly; you like your boobs. "Not all that? Come here." Pushing on Seungmin's back, you lead him to the nearby bathroom and shove him inside. He stumbles and trips over his feet, shooting a hand out to balance himself on the counter as you close and lock the door behind you.

"Fuck was that for?" He whips his head around to glare at you, but he's surprised to be met with an eerie smile on your face instead. He gulps nervously, "What are you looking at?"

You shrug nonchalantly, "Looking at someone who's going to eat me out." Seungmin looks as though you've slapped him across the face as his eyes widen. "What? Who said I was gonna do that?" 

You're already hiking your skirt up to your torso, biting the cloth between your teeth, and showing the pretty little thong you put on in hopes of a hookup. It barely manages to over your clit and you can see the outline of your pussy underneath the material. With one hand, you use the tip of your finger to draw soft circles on it. Seungmin drops his eyes to your clothed core.

His Adam apple bobs.

"Come on," you wiggle your eyebrows playfully. "Get on your knees for me."

For a second, you think he's gonna walk out. He was so persistent about not wanting to eat pussy and his shitty attitude was...well...shitty. You begin to think that there's no hope for Seungmin, but he proves you wrong by bending one knee and looking up at you.

"I'm just going to look," he says more to himself than to you. "Just so you could stop your whining." 

His hands grip the plushness of your thighs as he stretches the skin. The lips of your pussy peek out at the movement, but Seungmin is far from disgusted. His ears pick up on the sound your cunt makes when he uses his thumb to pull and push the skin together. Slowly, he moves his hand up to pull your thong down, exposing the very thing he claims to revolt against. 

You shiver against his warm breath, his warm touch. You reach your hands down to pull up on the skin of your pelvis to further stretch your pussy. "Getting a good look, Seungmin?" You giggle at the annoyed expression on his face. His lips may be pulled pursed into a frown, but his eyes are wide with lust.

Seungmin is trying his best to hold back, but it's near impossible. Everything about you surrounds him: your smell, your soft skin, the way your voice echoes in the bathroom. He shocks himself with how much he enjoys watching your clit peek from your pussy lips and how the first signs of arousal make your entire cunt shine. 

"Shut up," he mumbles. 

You're thinking of a witty remark to snap at him, but you're instead pleasantly surprised with his lips ghosting over your core. Your body stills, letting Seungmin explore pussy on his tongue for the first time. He runs his lips over your own, feeling how soft and warm it is. Seungmin already knew how hot a cunt is, but tasting it on his lips is a whole other level of heat.

"Mmm," you hum at the sensation. "What happened to just getting a look?" 

Seungmin looks up at you, mouth still attached to your core. His nose bumps on your lower stomach with his hair tousled over his face. Before you can think, you brush the bangs from his face to get a good view of his form. The sight makes you groan, bucking your hips further into his face. Seungmin makes a hmmf! sound as you bury his face deeper into your pussy, but he makes no move to deny you.

It's not until you start rocking your hips that he finally sticks his tongue out. He starts at the peak of your pussy, letting the nub roll over his tongue experimentally. Seungmin notes how your legs shake when he does that. He feels your hips still so he could properly suck on that part of your cunt. 

The taste of you settles on Seungmin's tastebuds and he finds his tongue digging deeper into your lips. They dip down to your labia before going back up. He likes how soaked you make his wet tongue, how your hands twist his floppy hair to drive him deeper. He hates how much he likes it. 

Truthfully, you're in the same boat. His mouth may not be experienced, but you upsettingly like how he lets you ride his face. "See Sungie?" You say his name mockingly. "Not too bad, is it?"

Seungmin doesn't stay put in your cunt. This time, he pulls away from your throbbing core to talk back. "I never said it was goo- mmf!" As lovely as it would have been to hear his voice, you reason that his words may not have been as nice. You had gripped the back of his head and forced him back to your center, uncaring how he gently slapped the back of your thighs in disapproval.

"Just shut up and stick your tongue out." You're impatient needless to say. Seungmin can tell by how you keep one hand steady on his head while the other gives his cheek light taps. "Open up, come on." You probe the man between your legs until he finally relents, widening his jaw so your entire clit fits in his mouth.

You hum at his mouth taking your core in, "Good boy. See? You were made to eat pussy."

Then you hook one of your thighs over his shoulder and wrap that leg around his body until his face is pushed against you. His eyes widen, screaming at you as if saying this wasn't part of the deal! But the panic only makes you laugh. He can pretend all he wants, but you know the bulge in his pants all too well as you look down on him.

Grinding on his face is easy with you in complete control. You sloppily rub your cunt all over his tongue with his head following your movements. Seungmin groans and grunts in your cunt, but it's far from the disdain he was filled with earlier. His hips thrust into the air at the feel of your essence dripping down his chin.

His jolts make you chuckle breathlessly. "Fuck, just look at you. You wanna cum? You wanna cum, don't you?"

Screw his pride, screw any stupid podcast he's watched, he needs to cum. He wants to feel your pussy clench on his cock, not his tongue. Yet, he can't find it in himself to tear himself away from your clit. If you taste this good already, he can't imagine the savor of you creaming on his tongue. 

To not let a second go by without his mouth on you, he nods, looking up at you pleadingly. He's sorry for being a dick, for being an incel. If you let him finish in you, he'll never-

"Sucks to suck," you shatter his dream. "You're gonna make me cum. Don't move."

And he doesn't, but it's not because he means to obey you. You have Seungmin on his knees, mouth enclosing over your pussy while you tug on his hair and hump his face and you're not going to let him finish? At all?

Then there's no point of him being here. Seungmin should tear your grip off him and leave the bathroom, but he can't. Fuck, he can't. It's like you've put a curse on him, glued him to the floor with his jaw unhinged and tongue out as you grind on his face. 

It has to be witchcraft because why else would he still be here? Does he really like the taste of you that much? Maybe it's how you look; flushed, sweaty, close to a high Seungmin's never been able to bring a girl to. Seeing you so close to your orgasm makes him eager to stay, eager to please. And god, he loves how your clit twitches in his mouth.

"Shit," you curse. "Gonna cum. Imma cum all over your face. You want that? Want my cream all over your tongue?"

Seungmin would rather die than tell you the truth, so he responds by sucking harshly on your clit. The suction is enough to tip you over the edge, digging your nails into his scalp as you bend the upper half of your body over him. 

Your cunt pluses around nothing, but that hardly matters when you hear Seungmin gulping down your release. The very same man who claims to not like eating pussy, to not care if his partner finishes. That man eagerly licking you clean with his eyes rolling behind his head. 

You shiver and mewl as you cum, softly grinding your hips to come down from your high. "God- fuck! Put your tongue in my pussy."

He does, finally getting a feel of your walls for the first time. They squeeze and pulse around his tongue and he gives a few testing thrusts that you respond to positively. 

Fuck, you taste even better inside. 

Seungmin can't stop fucking his tongue deep inside you. Not even as you wrap your leg from him and straighten up. A part of you debates on whether or not to let him keep going. At this rate, he might make you finish a second time, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of that. Plus, you've been gone long enough for the other men to question your whereabouts.

You place the palm of your hand on his forehead and push him away. The shove makes him detach from your cunt with a lewd pop! as he catches himself backward on his hands.

"Geez. You're gonna lick it off," you pick your underwear up and step through the leg holes, ignoring how uncomfortable it feels on your sensitive cunt. Seungmin seems in a daze as you drop your skirt from your lips and adjust the material. Even as you walk closer to the mirror and touch up your make-up, Seungmin stays in place on the ground. 

He liked it. Dear god, he loved it. Even with the tent in his pants, he hardly seems to notice how his cock throbs when he can still taste you on his lips. You only face-fucked him to prove a point, but you changed the trajectory of his life forever.

Yet, you wash your hands and use a hand towel to dry yourself like you didn't just make Seungmin question his entire purpose. You throw the rag to the man on his knees, managing to land it on his lap. "Your face is soaked. Clean it before they see how much of a munch you are, yeah?"

a/n: idk why I was at work was thought "yk what would be hot? making an incel seungmin worship you" and boom, this was birthed. I kinda wanna make a part two I have ideeassss also two fics in one week?? who am I? thank you for reading!

[kookochan]

Trust

You don't know why you feel this way towards him. Neither does he know. Maybe you need some time, maybe you need to spill some secrets.

Summary: What if Jungkook, the boy who does everything to annoy you, finds out some of your secrets? +18

student Jungkook x fem! student reader

(Private University & rich families)

warnings/content: cigarettes, use of drug (weed), sexual content (unprotected sex - do not, oral fem rec.,), violence (mentions of beating up someone), mentions of blood, family issues, alcohol

wc: 5,3K

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You're sitting on a bench in the middle of the park. Watching the moon and smoking a cigarette. The silence feels heavy, your thoughts going wild. You feel warm although it's freezing outside. Your grandmother's voice in the back of your head. 

"With every day that passes, you look more like your mother."

"She was a bitch who only wanted the money of my son."

"You wonder why I don't like you, but did you ever think about the fact that your own mother left you?"

"I will never see you as my family."

Every time you saw her, you had an argument. She never accepted the fact that you're her grandchild. The only one. You also had a lot of discussions with your dad about her attitude towards you, but he always told you that she is old. That she will never change, and it's too late to change her. You will never tolerate that. And that is the problem. Today she overstepped the line by arguing with you in the hallway of your house. The Jeon's sitting in the living room and enjoying the scene. At the end, it's a big no-go for your dad to have a family dinner without you. But you don't even care anymore. 

Opening the little metal box, you see that you only have one cigarette left. A sigh leaves your mouth. You hear some steps coming towards you; turning your head in the direction you see Jungkook's wide smile, you realize that the night will be longer than usual.

"You really are a little crybaby," he says with a teasing voice. You roll your eyes at him. "Fuck off". He sits next to you and looks around. It is funny because nobody is here. "I would rather fuck you," he says, voice a little lower. You choose to ignore him. He notices that you are shivering and puts his jacket over your legs in your short dress. You grab it to throw it back to him, but he is quick to stop you. 

"I'm not here to tease you this time. I overheard your conversation with your grandma and felt bad. Don't get me wrong; I'm not pitying you, but I can understand how you feel. It must probably suck," he tells you; this time his voice is more gentle. "You don't need to waste your time here. I will go back soon. Oh, and I hope you didn't expect to hear my story or whatever," you say. He nods, already prepared for this answer. 

You sit in silence with him for another thirty minutes. It's time for your last cigarette, but you can't smoke in front of him. He would definitely use it against you because, at the end of the day, nobody knows about it. "I will go back home. Have a good night, and thanks, I guess," you say while standing up and handing him his jacket. He quickly gets up too and walks with you. You turn towards him and frown, "Leave me alone, creep". His soft laugh fills the cold night. "You don't expect me to let you go alone at night, right?" he asks. 

The walk is silent but surprisingly peaceful. When the realization hits you, you stop in your tracks. "I can't go home. They are still there," you say and squat down. No, you will not show weakness, but you're ten seconds away from crying. To your surprise, Jungkook squats down next to you. "Hmm, you're right. Your dad is leaving tomorrow for a business trip, right? So how about turning back tomorrow?" he asks. You look at him, unsure if he wants to help or make fun of you. "Yeah. I will go to a hotel," you answer. "Nah, don't worry; you can stay at mine," he says and stands up. He reaches for your hand to help you. You don't bother to answer him, just following him to his house.

The door of his apartment closes behind you. It's funny that he gives you a place to stay. After all, your father and his father are hating each other. They are sitting at the same table just for work. And like them, you and Jungkook hate each other too?

"I will give you something from my closet," he says and goes to his bedroom with a walk-in closet. You sit down on his couch. The last time you were here was one month ago when you both argued about something Jungkook did, and the teacher thought it was you. Jungkook took the opportunity and acted like you were the bad guy. But the argument ended differently; it ended with him fucking you. And neither of you ever talked about that again.

Jungkook comes back with some clothes in his hand. "Here, wear these," he says while handing them to you. Maybe he wanted you to change in the bathroom, but you start to undress in front of him. His eyes watching you with sparkles. You put on the shorts and the shirt he gave you. Both a little bit bigger than expected. "Thank you for letting me stay," you murmur and sit down. He thinks that you look adorable with his own clothes on. "Are you hungry?" he asks. You shake your head in response.

"Can I have a pillow, please?" you ask him. The tiredness has a grip on you. "You can sleep on the bed," he says instead. "I don't want to," you answer right away. Laying down on the couch and turning your back on him. Your hair is messily on the couch, and he dares to play with some strands. You're really sleepy to notice anything, and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. He stands up and carries you to his bed. Making sure that you can sleep well.

The next morning is cold. You already left his house without a sound. Jungkook expected it already but felt strange anyway. He doesn't know why you're both acting this way, like hating each other. It's also confusing to him to call it 'hate' because what he is feeling is a lot different than that. At the end he decides to ignore all of it and goes to school.

•

"She is crazy. If she lived years ago, they would definitely call her a witch," Jimin says in utter disbelief. You laugh at that. "I really don't understand what she wants from me. Just let me live, you know?". He feels sad about your family drama and wishes he could do more for you. "But you said you slept somewhere else. Where?" he asks. "Don't judge me, but I was with Jungkook," you say a little shy about the confession. But yes, he dramatically turns his whole body towards you. "What the fuck? Why wouldn't you call me?" he says a little mad. "He heard everything and followed me when I left the house. It was already late, and I was like, Fuck it, I will go with him," you say. You don't care about Jungkook. "He will use that information," Jimin says and plays with your hair. "If he annoys you, tell me and I will talk to him. He listens to me well because he loves me," he adds. You laugh and hug him right away. "Everyone loves you," you tell him. You're happy to have a best friend like him. 

•

The uni day is hectic like always. It's not like old schools anymore because everyone is from a rich family and too serious to have actual fun. Sometimes you wonder why your family insisted on a private university. "I want to go home," Yuna says after a drag on the cigarette. Yuna was one of your closest friends, and now you're sitting on a bench hidden behind the building. You watch your own smoke leaving your mouth. "Same," you answer. At the same time, you hear a loud noise and turn in the direction. The source of the noise leads Yuna to stand up in panic and walk in the opposite direction. You roll your eyes at her. 

Jungkook is standing there with his phone and goes on with the recording. "I think your dad won't like this," he says with a grin. You take the last drag. "Stop filming me," you tell him, which he listens to. He walks over to stand right in front of you. You look up with an annoyed smile, "What do you want?". Jungkook grins at that and asks, "What can you offer?". It's a green light for you to tease him. Your fingers move from his chest to his belt. You can feel that his breathing changes. His eyes are watching you with lust. "A lot," you answer to the question some seconds ago. You start to move your fingers a little lower to feel him more. He puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You look pretty in this position," he tells you. "I know, and I also know that you want me to go on. Maybe in your dreams," you say with a low voice. You push his chest to stand up, and he laughs at that. "We will see," he says as you walk away.

•

The lunch break begins, and you are having a conversation with Jimin. "She could behave at school," someone says while looking towards you. "Why are they looking at us?" Jimin asks. Since you are sitting here, more people started to watch you. You have the feeling they're also talking about you. "What's the matter?" you ask a random boy. He looks a little shy but answers, "Someone said that you're smoking in the uni-blog on Twitter.". Oh, that's right; you really thought Jungkook would keep it for himself? 

"How did they know?" Jimin whispers. "Jungkook saw me today," you answer. These people will talk about it for some days, so it's not a big deal. Until you see a proud Jungkook waving at you. He wants to play, so you accept that.

The next tweet is about Jungkook and his failed love life. It's not a big thing but a good distraction from your scandal. I mean every girl is talking about him, but he never dated anyone. There must be a reason, right? Maybe a small dick. What you didn't expect was that he didn't give a fuck. He also laughed at the rumors and told some girls, 'I can show you if you want'. In summary, you hate him a lot. 

•

Jungkook turns off the water of his shower. He puts a towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom. Already checking his notifications on Twitter. Everyone is talking about you and him. The combination is cute to him, so he lets out a chuckle. When he walks inside the living room to get to the kitchen, he freezes in his spot. It's dark inside, but he can see a figure sitting on his couch. He turns on the lights to see you sit there and look at him.

"What the hell. How did you get inside?" he asks. Jungkook is shocked for real. "I saw your passcode last time," you answer while tilting your head. The view is nice. His toned abs and some tiny water droplets on his skin. He knows that you're checking him out. "I will change and come back," he says, despite liking the attention.

After putting on some grey sweatpants and an oversized black shirt, he turns back to the living room. "Okay, what do you want? It must be urgent if you break into my house," he says. "First of all, are you Gossip Girl? Why would you say that to the uni-blog?" you ask him annoyed. "I thought it was fun. And why are you questioning me after doing it yourself?" he asks back. You roll your eyes. "I know that your little tweet is just the beginning. And I really don't want my dad knowing about it. So I want to find a solution," you say with a smile this time.

He looks at your lips. It's the first time that you're not forcing yourself to smile at him. And he definitely likes that. "Okay, let's find a solution. How about being friends?" he asks. "Oh, come on. That's what you suggest? You're the one who has been bullying me since the first day. Now you want to be friends?" you ask back. This time he rolls his eyes and adds, "We can try at least". You think for a while. 

Option one is that he is pretending to be interested in finding a solution. Option two is that he is thinking of something else, so he is acting right now. The last option is that he wants to try.

You hope it's the last option when you say, "Okay, let's try". He smiles at you and shakes your hand. At the same time, his eyes catch the paper bag on the coffee table. "Did you buy food for me?" he asks. "No, dumbass. I bought it for us," you say and sit down on the rug. Opening the bag, you put everything on the table so he can eat too. He watches every single movement you do, and he is happy that it's so peaceful. 

Both of you are sitting on the rug and eating while watching a movie. You talked a lot about the plot and the food. When the movie ends, Jungkook suggests drinking a little. He fills up some wine, and you start drinking in silence. "My father is cheating on my mother," Jungkook says all of a sudden. You look up to him. "What?". He shrugs. "Yeah. My mother knows, but because of the name of the family, she stays. That's also the reason why I'm living alone," he adds. "Why are you telling me this?" you ask. "To gain your trust," he answers. You nod at him. "I'm so sorry about that. I can imagine that you're mad at your mother for staying silent, but sometimes you can't change their minds. Try to be there for her anyway because she must be feeling lonely. She is old enough to make decisions," you say. 

There is a moment of silence. He grabs your hand and plays with your fingers. "Thank you," he says. This time he looks vulnerable and kind. You smile up at him only to see that he is already looking at you. The eye contact feels heavy but peaceful. When he gets closer, you close your eyes and feel his lips on yours. The kiss is so slow and intense that you need to hold on to his shoulder. He slides his tongue inside your mouth, which makes you moan. Pulling back, he whispers, "I need you close". It's a sign for you to sit on his thighs and continue to kiss. The makeout session gets deeper, and he starts to walk to his bedroom with you in his arms. 

He puts you down on the bed and gets rid of his shirt. You do the same thing and watch him get over you. "You're so pretty," he says and starts kissing a way from your chest to your tummy. It doesn't take long for him to undress you. He is on his knees between your legs, and his tongue is playing with your heat. You moan his name when he starts pushing his fingers inside. The sensation hitting harder than you remembered. He takes his time to savor your taste. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you start shaking against his lips. He quickens his pace, and his free hand caresses your tummy. "Come for my baby," he says while locking his eyes to yours. It's the final push you needed to come undone with a little moan. 

You watch him pull out his fingers and lick them. When he starts kissing you, you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your fingers find a way to his chest, gently touching his abs, and they stop at his hardened dick. You stroke him in a tight grip, and his needy moan fills your ears. He kisses your neck and behind your ear. "I want to fuck you," he whispers. He pulls away a little, and you smile at him, "Fuck me".

"Get on all fours," he says while pulling away a little. He slowly strokes his dick and watches the way you're positioning yourself. "Condom?" he asks and helps you to spread your legs. "No, I'm on the pill," you say. He comes close and pushes your head down. His other hand positions his dick to your entrance. With a quick push, he is nestled inside you. You moan at the sensation and his hissing. He doesn't wait for a sign of you; he starts to thrust. "You're so tight," he murmurs at the feeling. His pace quickens with every thrust. His lips press against your hips and back. You wonder how he can be so gentle and hard at the same time. 

When he turns you on your back, only to watch your face, you close your eyes. "Look at me," he says while holding your hips to quicken his pace. Your eyes flutter open, and you watch his dick going in and out of you. "koo.." you moan at the sight. "Fuck," he grunts at the nickname. He can see that you're already fucked out and that you're near coming again. When you start shaking against him, his hips falter for a moment. You moan his name while coming down from your high. "Good girl," he praises you while his own climax is reaching him. With a final thrust, his dick twitches inside you. He pushes his whole length inside and spills his cum inside you. Both of your mouths leave a moan. He rests his head on your belly without putting all his weight on you. Your hands quickly find his hair. 

He looks up to you with a lovesick smile and watches your tired eyes with awe. Then he slowly pulls out of you, which makes you whine. "Sorry, baby," he says and throws himself next to you. It's weird this time because all he is doing is watching you. You don't know how to feel and also why your heart is beating so fast. He stands up and pulls you into his arms. "Let's take a bath," he says and walks to the bathroom. The night goes on with a long bath and a peaceful sleep. Hugging each other tight until the morning. And also you eat breakfast together.

•

"One more round?" Jimin asks. He looks a little drunk with pink cheeks. You smile at him and nod. At the end it was his idea to go to the house party. You accepted right away because the last time was a long time ago. You watch Jimin walking to the kitchen, and at the same time, you see something suspicious. A nice-looking guy exchanges something. They look like weeds. You never tried it out, but it looks appealing. He looks over to you with a lazy smile, and you return it. That's a good excuse for him to walk towards you. 

"Are you watching some business?" he asks. "I mean, you're doing it in the middle of the room," you say. He hands you the drink that he's holding. You take a quick sip and scrunch your face. "It's too strong". He smiles at that and drinks it in one go. "What's your name?" he asks. "Yn, and yours?". "Yoongi," he answers. "If you're interested, that's my number. Call me and we can meet up," he says while giving you a piece of paper. Then he walks away without looking back. Weird you think, but you also keep his number. 

"Nice to see you," you hear from behind. When you turn around, you see Jungkook standing there with a cup in his hand. "Same," you answer. Without a single word, you start to dance with him. It's weird how both of you started to move in rhythm. He holds your hips and sings to the music. You laugh at his cute expression and sing along. All of this moment starts to feel like it's in slow motion. Your eyes catch Jimin's worried face and the way he tries to get to you. 

You stop dancing, and Jungkook gives you a questioning look. "We need to go," Jimin says without looking at Jungkook. "What happened?" you ask him. Instead of answering, he pulls you away, but Jungkook's strong hand stops him. "What is going on?" he asks this time. Jimin sighs and shows his phone. It's a tweet from the uni-blog. 

Hi, my lovely followers. Today's topic is Y/n l/n. Her mother left after giving birth to her. Such a heartbreaking story. But how can she be the school's queen everyone fears? Let's think about that.

See you in the next post! 

Your eyes widened while reading it. Everyone thinks that your mother died after your birth. Only your family knows about the truth. And Jimin, and Jungkook. You freeze at the realization and turn towards him. He looks shocked and confused at the same time. "That's so low. Even for you, Jeon," you say. His eyes find yours, but he doesn't answer. You walk to the door knowing a lot of people are looking at you. This gossip will be haunting you for days and months. 

When Jungkook starts walking towards you, Jimin stops him. "I thought you guys would be at peace. Did you tell them?" he asks. Jungkook turns to look at him. "No. I swear this time it was not me," he answers. Jimin watches his expressions, and it's weird that he thinks that he is not lying. Both of them rush to the door, but you're long gone. 

While getting your phone out of your pocket, you see the paper with a number on it. First you text Jimin that you're going home and want to be alone. Second, you save the number and text him, 'Can we meet?'. Maybe the decision is thoughtless and you will regret it, but right in this moment you need to relax. Your head hurts from thinking about all the rumors and the reaction of your family. Yoongi sends his location and tells you to come in one hour. So you go home and change into more comfy clothes and walk to his place.

The location Yoongi sent to you is a garage in a quiet neighborhood. After a small knock on the door, it opens to reveal Yoongi standing there. He waits for you to come inside, and you start looking around. You had a wild imagination of the space, but to your surprise, it looks really good. There is a big couch in the middle of the garage on a red rug, and in the back you can see some instruments. On the walls are some posters and signs. "Do you like it?" he asks while walking to a chest with drawers. "It's suits you," you answer and sit down on the couch. He comes back with two rolled-up bars. "Are you going to smoke too?" you ask. He nods and makes him comfortable on the couch.

You pull your knees to your chest and hold the blunt in your hand. It's already burning, and you take your first drag. You can feel the difference between weed and the usual stuff you smoke. All of your nerves are relaxing. "So tell me what brings you here," Yoongi says while smoking his own. "I got exposed. Everybody knows what happened with my mother. It sucks," you say. You feel like it's easier to talk, and your thoughts are more collected. "What happened to her?" he asks. He is not the type who is interested in drama, especially because he is older. "She left me after my birth. She saw me as a burden," you admit. You don't know why the tears are streaming down your face. 

"I'm sorry for you. But at the end it's her loss. As I can see, you also managed to grow up without her. So you shouldn't be sad about it," he tells you in a cold voice. You glance at him. "It's easy to say. Maybe we would be a perfect family?" you say. He laughs at that. "I know your dad, yn. He would be the same as now, and probably your mother would work with him too. Nothing would change. It's the dynamics of your family. They are focused on working and making money. They need the power". For a moment you're quiet and think. He is right; probably nothing would change. You sigh, "You're right". That's the final word you say, and both of you start smoking in silence. 

Your phone is ringing for the 10th time this night. Not that you're aware of it because you fell asleep on the couch an hour ago. But Yoongi starts to feel annoyed by the ringtone. He pulls out your phone and answers it. "Where are you? I'm standing in front of your house, and it looks empty!" Jungkook asks in worry. Yoongi chuckles at that. "She is at my place," he answers. Jungkook freezes at the voice. It's kind of a familiar voice. "Oh, it's me, Yoongi," he adds. "Why is she there? Don't tell me she smoked some shit, hyung," he asks a little angrily. "I know you told me to stay away from her, but she came on her own. Don't get mad; she is alright and sleeping. You can take her home if you want," he explains. Jungkook doesn't answer; he hangs up and starts driving.

When he walks into the garage, he looks at your sleeping figure. You look so peaceful. "Hi, do you want a drink?" Yoongi asks. "No thanks. I will bring her home," he answers. He picks you up carefully and puts you in the car. After making sure you're buckled up and safe, he drives to his apartment. 

•

You open your eyes and look around. You can't remember coming here or falling asleep. The distant noises are a sign that you're not alone. You walk to the kitchen only to be met with Jungkook cooking. He doesn't catch that you're standing behind him. For a moment you're enjoying the view. It doesn't matter what he wears or does; he always looks good. When he turns around to place something on the table, he looks at you. "Oh, good morning," he says and smiles at you. You don't answer him and sit down to start eating. He frowns a little, but also he understands.

He sits in front of you and watches you eating. "It wasn't me," he says. You watch his eyes for a moment in hope of catching some mischief in them. But he seems honest. "Okay," you say and smile. "You don't need to go to uni for a while. You can stay here, or I can drive you home," he suggests. "Actually, I don't want to go home. My dad will ask a lot of questions about it," you answer. "You can stay as long as you want," he tells you and grabs your hand. His fingers moving gently on the back of your hand. "Thank you. I appreciate that, but I will stay with Jimin," you say. A little sad to break his heart. He quickly masks the disappointment on his face. "I also will go to school. No need to act like it's affecting me," you add. He nods at that, and both of you return to eat.

•

The school day is as expected. A lot of students asked you about the news, and you told them that it's a family issue. Also, you got a lot of weird looks from people you didn't like. You feel a little lonely when neither Jimin nor Jungkook is in sight. You wonder what they are doing.

At the same time, Jungkook and Jimin are standing in the sports hall. Some of their friends holding the door and others standing in front of it to give a signal when a teacher comes. The poor boy is sitting on his knees on the floor. Apologies leaving his mouth in fear. Jimin and Jungkook were on the search for the responsible person. And it was easier to find him than they were expecting. He was the son of a famous family. His mother was friends with your grandmother. And that explains how he knew about your secret. Jimin wanted him to apologize to you, but Jungkook wasn't satisfied with this idea. So he started beating him up and then made him apologize. "I will text YN to come," Jimin tells him. 

After receiving the message, you walk to the sports hall. A little confused but also curious. When you step inside, you see a boy with blood all over his face looking at you. Jimin and Jungkook standing in front of him. "What the fuck is going on?" you ask. Both men turn towards you. "That's the guy who told it to the blog," Jimin answers. You roll your eyes. "So you started beating him up?" you ask. "He deserved that," Jungkook says and shrugs his shoulders. 

The boy looks at you in hope and says, "I'm sorry. It was dumb of me. Please forgive me". You look him up and down. "Don't act like you're sorry. If I were you, I would run," you whisper the last sentence. He stays in place for a while, and then he starts running away. You turn to Jungkook, "I don't need a lame apology". "Everyone should know that they shouldn't mess with you," he says. You look down at his red knuckles and sigh, "Look at your hand. So stupid of you!". Jimin crackles at that but shuts up after getting a glare from Jungkook. You hug Jimin's side. "Thank you for being there for me," you say. He quickly hugs you back. "Everything for you, princess". You giggle at him and catch Jungkook's frown. "What about me?" he asks. For a moment he looks like a lost puppy, and you snort. "Thank you too," you say. But you can already see that he isn't satisfied with that. Despite that, you walk out with both of them and make fun of the boy who was seconds from crying. Your heart is feeling a lot lighter.

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The weeks go on, and every day it gets quieter. There are some people left who talk about the topic, but a lot of them dropped it. You found a good bond with Jungkook and Jimin. Feeling like you were friends for more than years. Okay, you know both of them since childhood. But Jimin was your friend since then, and Jungkook your enemy. Not anymore, though, and it doesn't feel weird. You can feel that he is developing some feelings for you. And you can't deny that you have feelings too. But no need to rush it, right?

Your family was more affected by the gossip than you. They were worried that the business would be destroyed. Your dad and grandmother scolding you for being dumb and telling people about it. After you told them that it was the son of your grandmother's friend, they left you alone. Sometimes you were staying at Jungkook's house instead of at home. And you think that this was the best decision you ever had.

Tonight you planned to go on a date with Jungkook to spend some time together. He picks you up in his fancy car. Lending you a bouquet of red roses. You smile at him and lean in for a kiss. "You look beautiful," he says while looking at you. If you had seen this months ago, you would have laughed. But now you're happy with him and smiling wide every time he talks.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

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[mediocre-writerr]

hi!! i absolutely loved sparks, it was PERFECT and for sure the best maddy imagine in this app

so i would like to request a maddy x fem!reader based on style by taylor swift where maddy is "you got that long hair slicked back white tshirt" and reader is "and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

and reader is like, a cute sweet good girl and everyone thinks she's and angel so when she shows up dating the maddy perez everyone is shocked but they don't really care and just a looot of pda and maddy likes to keep her hands around reader waist all the time and tease her about the skirts she wear saying it is for her

well, thanks for reading and i really like your writing <3

style [maddy perez]

summary: you've always had that good girl faith, maddy perez just happens to be the opposite of that. it's the perfet combo

warnings: some explicit language, underage drinking, and allusions to smut

pairings: maddy perez x fem!reader

mediocre author's note: hey guys! this request has been sitting in my inbox for over a year now...i apologize dearly lol! but it's out now and i hope you enjoy. slowly, but surely getting through all of these requests so please be patient with me. love you all!

Whispers bounced off the lockers and classrooms in East Highland High School. Ever since Maddy Perez finally and officially moved on from Nate Jacobs, rumors have been spreading about who has captivated her heart.

“Y/N, are you going to the party tonight?” Lexi asked you as you put your books in your locker.

A laugh interrupted your answer, “Y/N? Go to a party?” Kat said as she continued to laugh, “Lexi, you’re one of the smartest people I know, but that was such a dumb question,” 

“Ha ha, very funny, but as a matter of fact, I am going to the party tonight,” you answered, shutting the locker behind you. 

“Oh my gosh, is Hell freezing over?” Kat continued to tease and you rolled your eyes playfully, “If Hell is freezing over does that mean we can finally meet your new boyfriend Maddy?” 

“Yeah, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell us! We’re your best friends!” Cassie added on as all of you made your way towards the parking lot.

Maddy just shrugged with a small smirk on her face, “It’s fun keeping you all on your toes, besides, keeping it a secret makes the sex a lot hotter,” she whispered the last sentence, shooting the group a wink, “Bye girls! I’ll see you tonight!” 

As you part ways with the other girls, you pull your phone out of your pocket: Kat and Cassie are going to lose their minds because of you. 

You watched as the three dots quickly popped up without missing a beat: And? They can keep thinking all they want, it’ll make the reveal even better. 

Very true. You replied before quickly typing up another text, You think the sex is hotter because we keep it a secret?

Our sex is always hot, baby ; ) I’ll see you at midnight xxx  A warm flush appeared on your face at the simple words, as you started your car to begin your drive home. 

You and Maddy had been dating for about four months now. What started out as a drunk hookup turned into something way more.

It was different than Maddy expected. Her expectations for relationships and love in general were washed down the drain after her toxic cycle with Nate. She always believed that she wasn’t built for a normal relationship. She always thought that she had to fight and argue for a relationship to be exciting. 

That wasn’t the case with you. Maddy tried to pick a fight with you once, but you quickly shut it down. You reassured her that she doesn’t have to prove that she is something she’s not. The Maddy you knew and were falling in love with was nothing like the girl who was dating Nate Jacobs. She was worried that it would bore her, but it didn’t. Your soft touches and reassuring words made her feel like she was falling in love with you over and over again. 

You were pulled out of your homework when your phone buzzed: I’m outside xxx 

Quietly, you tiptoed out of your room and downstairs to the backdoor, making sure to keep it unlocked so you can sneak back in after. Maddy was leaning against the passenger door as her headlights were off, causing her already dark car to seem much darker.

“Is that the Maddy Perez wearing a plain white t-shirt?” you asked, smirking as she smiled at your words.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into her, humming in response, “I love this tight little skirt you’re wearing baby,” she said before moving to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous. I am debating if I should keep you all to myself tonight,” 

You bit your lip, lifting her chin up so your eyes could meet, “That would ruin the fun tonight, don’t you think? How about we make our little appearance and then you can take me home and we’ll have our own fun?” 

“Deal,” she whispered, nipping at the sweet spot on your neck. 

Maddy opened the door for you before quickly getting into her seat to drive to McKay’s. She rested her hand on your thigh, as she drove down the suburban streets. 

Her gaze lingering on your skirt or your tight crop top. The red light illuminated on the two of you as she came to a stop. You leaned over the middle console, guiding her face to look at you. Your lips brushing over hers as you spoke, “Keep your wild eyes on the road,” Maddy let out a groan as you fell back onto the passenger seat. 

“Has anyone seen Maddy? I know she loves to be fashionably late, but she’s even later than usual,” Kat asked.

“Y/N’s not here yet either,” Lexi added on. 

You smirked to yourself as you heard them talk, “Sorry I’m late guys, I was doing homework and completely lost track of time,” 

“We were starting to think that you would pull a no show again,” Kat added on with a smirk lingering her face before her jaw dropped, “Is that Maddy?”

“In a plain white t-shirt?” Cassie chimed up equally as shocked as the brunette. 

“Oh wow. I mean I’ve seen her wear my shirts before, but this is so fucking hot,” you winked at all of them before making your way towards your girlfriend. 

Maddy smirked at you before wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips finally meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You tugged her closer to you before smiling into it. 

“Y/N and Maddy?” Cassie breathed out.

“No fucking way,” Kat whispered.

Lexi rolled her eyes at the two, “You guys really had no idea? It was obvious,” 

You and Maddy finally pulled away as you approached your friends. Cassie and Kat still needed time to pick their jaws up from off the floor, “What happened, Kat? Close your mouth, sweetheart, you’ll catch flies,” you finally tease the girl back. 

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?” Kat admitted, “Y/N! You’re one of those good girls that everyone always talks about. You’re with Maddy Perez?!”

“Am I not a good girl, Kat?” Maddy faked pouted. 

You chuckle, kissing her cheek softly, “Trust me Kat, Maddy is a very good girl,” you wink at her and everyone in the circle gags jokingly except for Maddy who just tightens her hand around your waist, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your neck. “Plus, you know what they say every good girl has a thing for the bad guy.” 

[nalyra-dreaming]

Lestats sperm?! !???

I thought vampires didn’t have that in the books

And stolen?

Wtf

Lestats got a legitimate son named vickor?!?

As a non book reader I thought I heard everything so far, honestly. Anne rice was smokin some good golden chush when she thought of all this lmao

She was fearless that way. Trust me, that's only the tip of the iceberg. There's literal aliens, too :)

But yeah, Lestat consented to do an experiment for Fareed (with Flannery, who was also there voluntarily!), hormonal treatment to produce sperm and have "human" sex. It was a short thing, and quite hilarious/touching in the books:

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The answer came swiftly with a series of injections and indeed an intravenous line that would continue throughout the experiment to deliver a powerful elixir of human hormones into my blood, overriding the vampiric body’s natural tendency to resist senescence long enough for the desire to develop, the sperm to be produced, and then ejaculated. I thought it was hilariously funny. Now I could write an essay of five hundred pages on how this experience unfolded, because I did feel biological erotic desire again, and I fell on the young woman about as mercilessly as any greedy aristocrat of my time ever fell on a milkmaid in his village. But it was precisely as my beloved Louis had said a long time ago, “the pale shadow of killing,” that is, the pale shadow of drinking blood, and it was over almost at once, it seemed, and then the passion was gone, back into the depths of memory once more as if it had never been aroused, the pinnacle, the ejaculation forgotten. I’d felt strangely awkward afterwards. I was sitting on the bed beside this blond-haired fair-skinned human female, my back to a nest of sweet-smelling linen-covered pillows, and I felt I ought to talk to her, ask her how she came to be here, and why she was here.

And then quite suddenly, as I sat there, wondering if this was proper or even wise, she told me. Her name was Flannery Gilman, she said. In a clear fresh West Coast American voice, she explained that she’d been studying ���us” since the night I’d appeared on the stage as a rock star outside San Francisco, and so many of our kind had died as the result of my great scheme to be a mortal performer.[...]

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I would love it if Rolin went there, actually, or at least gives us Flannery, there at the rock concerts in s3/s4, drawn to vampires, and finally given the chance, a researcher, a scientist, who later keeps working with Fareed (and Seth), and others.

In fact, I often wonder what "the farm" entails/entailed in s1 (if Fareed is involved, or maybe Gregory?!), hopefully we will get to know in the upcoming seasons!

EDIT: And before any of you come for me with "he fOrcEd her!1111!", let me add her words there, before they part:

“They’ve promised to bring you over, haven’t they?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “They’re honorable. That’s more than I can say for my colleagues in American medicine.” She turned to me, drawing close enough to kiss me quickly one more time on the cheek. I didn’t stop her. Her fingers went up to my face and she touched my eyelids. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for these priceless moments. Oh, I know you didn’t do this for me. You did it for them. But thank you.” I nodded and I smiled. I held her face in my hands as I kissed her now with a fervor that came from the Blood. I could feel her body warming, opening like a flower, but the moment was gone, and I took my leave.

[vritest]

I love you. (Say it back) Pt. 2

leon kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: None??? Kissing. Vandetta Leon???

PART 1

You couldn’t feel more ashamed in your life then right now.

You stood there for a while, processing everything you were seeing. After a while you came to a conclusion…

Your eyes were definitely not deceiving you.

The little girl on his shoulders was beautiful, and looked exactly like her father. Blonde, blue eyes, that beautiful nose you loved so much.

And the smile.

God the smile.

Leon’s smile.

One you haven’t seen in so long, too long.

You continued to stand in front of the doorstep, dumbfounded, feeling absolutely ashamed and embarrassed. How could you have not thought of this before?

Of course he had moved on. It’s been years that he hasn’t seen you, or even heard your voice. (Though he doesn’t even know how he went that long without your voice).

You squeezed your eyes shut.

This was all a dream. Go back to sleep Y/N.

You heard a small chuckle, and then some wait being put on your shoulder.

“You okay?” Leon asked worriedly staring at you, your eyes still closed and still standing on his porch.

Oh fuck, this is real life isn’t it?

“Daddy, she’s funny” A little voice said giggling softly.

You finally opened to it eyes looking up at the little girl who was playing with Leon’s brown hair. She probably thinks youre crazy.

“Shit- I’m so sorry… I feel so stupid- I’ll go-“

There it was. The historic wrist grab.

“Come in.” He asked, almost pleading. His eyes suddenly resembling puppy eyes.

“Please.”

You cleared your throat. Your eyebrows furrowing.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? The mother of your child is in there-“

“What?” He asked interrupting and raising an eyebrow.

“I heard you say ‘Honey’ Leon. I’m not crazy.” You stopped. “And I’m not that type of person, so I’ll let you live your life and-“

Suddenly you heard laughter coming from the now, brunette man. His daughter looking down at him confused and then laughing as well, probably, not knowing why.

You just stared at him confused.

“When you knocked the door, this little one” he stopped pointing up to the little girl and the tucking her rib cage. He continued. “Decided to try and open the door, and I told her I could get it. She wanted to see who it was herself so I placed her on my shoulders. And to answer your question her mom doesn’t live with us.”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel this kind of embarrassment in your whole life.

“You wanna come in now?” He asked tilting his head.

———

“So… if you don’t mind me asking…. where’s her mom?” You asked Leon, as he walked towards the table you were sitting at and brought with him two glasses of water.

He sighed deeply.

“I was feeling like shit after you left, so I went to the bar, one last time. Got waisted, and started making out with this girl.” He took a sip of water before continuing.

“Then we went back to my place and you know, had sex…”

You groaned.

“I know how baby’s are made Leon..” You said in a whiny tone not wanting to hear about Leon’s love life after you left. Trying to hide the fact that it broke your heart that he went to the bar to escape his feelings even though you had told him not to.

He chuckled bringing you back to reality.

“Well anyway, she managed to remember my address and she didn’t even bother to tell me her name. She just…appeared at my doorstep a few months later and gave her to me and told me “she’s yours”, and then left… just like that.”

He sighed, looking towards the little girl who was in the living room, not far from where you and Leon were sitting.

She had a smile on her face as she played with to Barbie dolls.

Leon let out a smile. You continued to stay silent, not knowing if you should cry for him or if you should be worried about how he’s doing now.

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me Y/N. The reason why I haven’t drank in almost 7 years.”

He said passionately. You smiled, admiring his adoration for his daughter, but also the fact that he had actually listened to you.

“I’m glad you listened to me, Leon.” You sighed before you opened your mouth again.

“I never really got a chance to properly apologize for yelling at you that morning I was just trying-“

“To help me, I know Y/N. I don’t know what I would do if you never spoke up, so thank you.” He stopped, “And I’m sorry too. For being an asshole all those years, I swear I always did love you. Still do”

You smiled, the small fuzzy feeling filling up your stomach as sounds of the little girl still playing with her dolls filled the room.

You tuned back to look at Leon who was looking right at you, waiting for a response. Waiting that somehow… you wouldn’t hate him for not waiting for you.

“Aww don’t get go soft on me now, Leon.” You chuckled.

He rolled his eyes, as you giggled and took another sip of water.

As you took another sip, all Leon could think about was how much he had fucked up your guy’s relationship. How much he regrets how he acted. How much he wished you hadn’t seen him like that. How much he would’ve loved to have his first child with you. How much he wouldn’t loved if he had just…waited.

He sighed again, leg shaking underneath the table.

“I swear when I say, I love you. Always have, since the day I saw you in the back of our history class.”

“I missed you.” You muttered out.

“Yeah, I know” he laughed. “You wouldn’t have come all the way over here to see me if you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, hitting his shoulder pretty loud you guessed because here came his little monster coming to defend him.

“Hey! Don’t hit my dad!” The little girl said running up to her dad, to hug him and giving you the stankest eye ever. Leon laughed ruffling the little girls hair.

“It’s okay baby, she was just playing around.” He said smiling. Then a realization hit.

“How could I forget- hun this if my-“ he stopped looking out from his daughter, meeting your eyes, waiting for you to answer. You cleared your throat.

“Friend. I’m your daddy’s friend, Y/N.” You said smiling. She smiled too.

“I’m Sherry.”

Your eyes widened at the name. The name of the girl he had saved in Raccoon City, how cute.

“Sherry…” you said trailing off looking over to Leon, who was smiling and nodding his head. He knew you were both thinking of the same thing.

“That’s a beautiful name.” You said smiling to the little girl.

———

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting down with Leon and Sherry eating pizza that he had ordered after probably, 4 hours playing with Sherry.

She absolutely loved you. She hadn’t had a mother figure yet, but even though she had just met you, she already adored you.

Leon loved to see you playing with her, acting like she was your own it brought him happiness he hadn’t felt in a while. The type of happiness that only you could bring him, nobody else could.

After dinner, Sherry went to bed telling you a quick “Good night”, before Leon tucked her in bed, with a quick peck on her forehead.

He walked back towards the couch you were sitting in watching the News.

You and Leon tried to catch up as much as you possibly could.

After 6 years a lot had happened.

You told him about your failed dates, which he could only chuckle at, telling you that you really lost all your charm after you left him. Never telling him the whole reason that all your dates were a total fail, was because he was the only one on your mind.

He told you about his missions. How hard it had been going on them and worrying if he wasn’t able to see his daughter again. It made you worry about him, and the constant pressure that’s put on to him.

Not only does he have to work for the president, but now his daughter is in constant danger.

“I’ll take care of her, if you’d like… you know, while you go on those missions”you offered, sitting comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed looking up at him with those eyes, the ones he loved and looked forward to seeing them every day.

He smiled at your kind offer. “I do appreciate it, Y/N. A lot, I just don’t wanna cause any trouble-“

“You don’t have to worry about it Leon. She’s your daughter, she needs someone to keep her safe.”

You smiled.

“And plus I think she likes me. I mean she let me use her dolls, when I was younger I never let anyone even think of playing with mine.”

You two both laughed.

“What would I do without you Y/N?” He asked, letting a small chuckle and turning to look at you grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.

“I don’t even wanna imagine”

The two of you looked at each other for a second, his hand still on yours. His touch taking you back to when he was yours. When life was simple.

He leaned towards you slightly closing his eyes.

How cute you thought, he hadn’t changed the way he kisses one bit.

Finally, as if he had been waiting for this his whole life, his soft lips landed on yours. Immediately he pulled back, he was moving way too fast.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take things too fa-“

You pulled the collar of his shirt, desperately kissing him. Hoping that it would make up for everything that had happened before this very moment.

“I love you.”

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Soooo, what do y’all think about the uno reverse card I pulled on you guys 🤭. And yes I do know Sherry didn’t die, I just thought the reference would be cute lol.

(I guess y’all deserved a happy ending 🙄)

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[n-s4kayaky]

𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟

Pt.2 //Mrs.Crocodile

warnings: This story is about the Cross Guild in a female version, so clearly the relationships were about Female x Female since Reader was about a woman. Sexual tension, aggression, humiliation, power dynamics, MDNI, vaginal masturbation, Oral F!receiving, use of a strap-on, body adoration, use of term Mommy

a/n: The truth is that this is my first fic with lesbian sex, I've read a lot about it, so I hope you like it and it's well done ;p

Several weeks had passed since the Cross Guild was founded, as usual your lady would go to the meetings to talk to the other two women, and of course you would follow her and go after her like the good assistant you were to her (Not to say her loyal little pet) You would stand next to Mrs. Crocodile and keep quiet while you just filled out some paperwork, give it to your boss or many of the occasions serve her a glass of bourbon which she often needed so that her patience would not run out thanks to the clown girl, who in most of the meetings spent her time saying some stupid ideas, telling bad jokes or what bothered your wife the most, flirt with you. More than once Crocodile has grabbed Miss Buggy's head with his big hook, always pulling her from the long blue pigtails she always wore, usually you will try to calm your lady down by placing a kiss on her cheek or sitting on her large and luxurious lap, Crocodile would look at you and then throw Buggy's head across the room while he places his hand on your waist or kisses you back with more intensity. You could tell that Buggy wasn't your lady's favourite; but nevertheless Miss Mihawk was another option. He was always silent in meetings, posing elegantly and sipping a glass of luxurious wine, simply answering the odd question and contributing small ideas, not much else.You supposed that the reason why your lady put up with it was because of its refinement and intelligence compared with Buggy's, in fact, more than once your lady asked you to fill Mihawk's wine glass whenever it was empty, and so you did, walked up to her, took the bottle of old wine with great courage and filled her glass with wine, you always received a gesture of thanks from Mihawk, and on occasion he would take your hand and kiss your knuckles with some affection, leaving your cheeks the same color as the wine he loved to drink at meetings

Today, like any other day of the week, the ladies would get together and talk about their ideas, they could agree and sign papers. As you entered the room, Buggy greeted you as usual with a hug, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you as if you were a large stuffed animal. You finally arrived, I missed you," she said as sweetness fell from her red-painted lips. You smiled and shyly and returned his hug, you really liked Buggy, she was a tender and funny girl despite her bad jokes, the only thing that made you nervous was her flirtations towards you. Crocodile walked past you, staring at Buggy as he let out a big puff of smoke from his cigar, let out a small "Tsk" in annoyance and put his hook around your hips as he pulled you away from the clown, going straight to his usual seat while greeting Miss Mihawk with a simple nod, which returned him while you instead moved your hand in greeting towards the woman, making her look at you and a very slight smile appeared on her lips, returning the greeting elegantly. You went to stand as usual by your mistress's side; But she had different plans today with you, the hook around your waist dragged you and forced you to sit on her lap, without much resistance you accepted your seat, watching her hook land on your thighs

Today's meeting went smoothly, they talked about political terms between Mihawk and your lady, they had their agreements, they signed their papers and talked about what the Navy could deal with. Everything went smoothly, your lady was quite serene and Buggy didn't cause any problems today, what's more, it seemed to you that the woman was quieter than usual and quite nervous, you saw how most of the time in the meeting she spent her nervously rubbing her gloved fingers, which made you miss and worry. After a few hours they finished the Meeting, you got up from your lady's lap so that she could get up, as usual she put her hand on your hip and you left for the big door, you went to open the door for your lady but before you could take the handlebars Buggy spoke "W-wait! Croco-Chan… This… Can I talk to you?"Crocodile turned and looked at the woman out of the corner of his eye, as if she were nothing more than a vermin, took a drag of his cigar while arching one of his thin eyebrows "What the hell do you want clown? Whatever you want to say, you could have said it in the damn meeting," she said irritably as she let out the smoke. Buggy swallowed nervously and looked at Mrs. Crocodile as he again began to play with his fingers. It has nothing to do with the meeting." Your lady looked at him strangely as did you and Miss Mihawk. What the hell do you want?" She said abruptly, already somewhat irritated by his impatience, "I-I was thinking and well… I'd like to ask you if.. I-I don't know, it's possible that… W-what, well." She tremblingly pronounced Buggy as she now played with her two big pigtails.Mrs. Crocodile's pacency was exhausted as she massaged the bridge of her nose. What the hell do you want?! Fucking let it go!" She said tired as she bit the tip of her cigar in anger. Buggy, frightened by the scream, covered her face with both hands: "C-could you stay one night Y/N with me?!" He said as his soul almost popped out of his body at the request. You widened your eyes, expecting anything but that, and it seems that the same thing happened to your lady, being totally frozen for a few moments. After a few seconds you saw Crocodile walk straight towards Buggy's trembling body, grabbing her pigtails tightly and pulling her so that her head would detach from her body as usual, she raised her hook, making Buggy's face that was already half sobbing face to face with your lady's "Repeat what you said, clown." "B-but it's not what you think Croco-Chan for! It's having a girls' night out. And-you know! Don't hurt me please!" He said as he squeezed his eyes with tears a string of snot came out of his round red nose, meanwhile your lady bit his cigar about to break it between her white teeth "Do you think I'm going to let someone like YOU be with MY assistant just like that?! HEY?! Isn't it enough for you to see every damn day how you flirt with her like I'm not here?!" You saw how he grabbed his hair in his hand and how his big hook landed on Buggy's throat. You quickly ran over to them and grabbed your lady's arm, swallowing hard with some nervousness as you tried to reassure her "S-ma'am, please… Don't get upset… Just think about it… If you don't accept, surely Miss Buggy will accept it without question, right?" You said hurriedly as you kissed your lady's wrist and then looked at Buggy's sobbing head, which nodded quickly with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Your mistress looked at you both, first at Buggy with some disgust and then at you, letting out a slight sigh as she threw her head past her body, which quickly rose and ran to the sobbing head. The hand you grabbed from your mistress squeezed your hand and then sighed and let go gently, resting it on your waist as it turned around next to you and went to the door while grabbing your waist. He glanced sideways behind him, staring at Buggy sternly, "I'm going to think about it; But until then I don't want anything to do with you, understood?" Buggy nodded quickly and without much ado Crocodile forced you out of the room along with her, walking silently to the ship that always took you home. The ride was quite quiet, more than usual, again insisting that you sit on his lap while he smoked his cigar in silence. You, on the other hand, were a little nervous, maybe you had made your mistress even more angry and you had made some mistake, you went to open your mouth to ask but before saying a word Crocodile put his fingers on your lips, imploring silence "I don't want a sound now… I'm thinking," he said as he pushed his finger away from your lips, causing you to remain silent

After several minutes you arrived at the home, a large mansion in your mistress's name. The butlers opened the door for her and you while she still kept her hand on your hip. Upon entering the great house, Crocodile went straight to his great bedroom, opening the door for them both. The well-known sight of the large queen bed with expensive sheets, the large closet full of big-priced dresses and jackets, and the beautiful dresser with gold accents became visible to you. Without a murmur you entered as your mistress closed the door behind you, she let out a great sigh as she went to her dressing table, in which there was an ashtray, she extinguished her cigar in it. You walked over to her back and carefully grabbed the shoulder pads of her big coat, taking it off and revealing the beautiful black designer dress that no doubt accentuated your lady's curves. Crocodile walked over to the large queen bed while you made your way to his closet, carefully placing his large coat in it. He caught your attention with a simple gesture and you walked quickly towards her, his hand rested on your hips and he was moving up and down, memorizing with his fingertips your beautiful curves for her "Honey… I've been stressed for a few days… Help me as you always make my love" She said in a lustful tone and certainly tired as she said. A slight blush appeared on your soft cheeks and you nodded meekly as you felt your knees give way and fall to the floor

You knelt before your mistress, who looked at you with a slight smile and tiredness, you ran your hands over her muscular legs, slowly pulling up the skirt of her beautiful dress, revealing her luxurious stockings that stuck to her legs. You caressed the soft material, slowly moving up to her big thighs and making the material of her skirt rise until it revealed the delicate branded thong that matched her stockings that your lady wore. You could feel a small spot of moisture through her underwear, you placed your hands between her two thighs, making her open them even more for you as her hand slowly settled on your head, starting to play with your hair. You brought your mouth close to the wet area of her underwear, giving a long lick through it as you listened to your lady let out a small sigh. The taste of her fluids and the cloth stung against her tongue, making you want more from your mistress and wanting to please her. You took the elastic of her thong and slid it little by little, she helped you by lifting her butt, making it easier to take off her underwear. You removed the cloth completely, exposing your lady's beautiful pussy already wet before your eyes, you noticed how your mouth began to salivate and you brought your lips closer to her intimacy. You placed your delicate lips around her swollen clitoris, kissing it with some affection, opened your lips and let your tongue come out, giving a long lick as or sensitive organ, making your mistress tremble on you. You brought this one to your mouth, starting to suck it and letting it soak with your saliva, you felt Crocodile's fingers tangle in your hair as he stuck more of your face to his pussy. You gasped softly as you gripped her thighs tightly, letting your tongue run up and down your mistress's soaked slit until you plunged your tongue into her wet, squeaky hole, letting it soak in Crocodile's sweet fluids, a low moan escaped her lips as she lay half of her body on the mattress, leaving you more accessible to her wet and luxurious pussy. Your tongue wandered along its walls while your nose brushed against her sensitive clitoris, you closed your eyes as you concentrated on eating your mistress, moving your tongue up and down. Crocodile closed his eyes, enjoying your tongue and as your mouth gave him that pleasure he longed for, his hands played with your hair, squeezing it from time to time and getting closer to his pussy in need of your small and sweet tongue "That's honey… Use your tongue just the way Mommy likes it." She said between sighs, making you wet yourself at your mistress's praise, you gently separated your tongue from her inside, watching a small trickle of saliva mix with the fluids in her pussy, panting you landed your tongue on her clit again, licking and sucking it while your fingers began to play with her entrance, passing these through his hole and letting them soak in his juices. You pressed your fingers into her entrance and inserted them, making her moan while your tongue played with her sensitive clitoris, sucking and rolling it between your tongue. Your fingers began to scissor open, feeling your lady's rubbery, damp walls settle between your fingers and squeeze them, craving more from you. Both of your fingers pressed down on the top of her inside while your lips were still busy giving her proper attention, Crocodile's fingers tightened tightly around your hair, pulling firmly on your hair as small gasps and moans escaped from her lips

You allowed your fingers to move faster, pulling them in and out, repeatedly hitting her G-spot, causing her back to arch and her walls to tighten, being aware that she was getting closer to orgasm. You lovingly bit Crocodile's clit while your fingers dug into her pussy up to her knuckles, giving her sweet spot a hard blow. Crocodile moaned loudly as he pressed your face against his wet pussy as he cummed, you closed your eyes as you felt his walls squeeze and milk your soft fingers. After a few seconds while you let your lady catch her breath you separated yourself from her sensitive clitoris, giving her a small kiss of goodbye. You looked at the beautiful sight of your lady's pussy, as small drops of her slippery fell from your fingers which were still inside, which you gradually withdrew. You saw how your fingers were covered with its sweet essence and without hesitation you brought them to your mouth, licking them and cleaning them of any trace of moisture while you looked through your eyelashes at your lady, who was looking at you with hunger in her eyes, her well-combed hair had been disheveled during the session and a small blush decorated her scarred cheeks. Crocodile's hand was still on your head, caressing it lovingly "My sweet girl… Always being so accommodating to me."He said as he watched with delight your fingers around your lips, which you opened to let them escape, giving your lady sight of your fingers full of saliva and completely cleansed of their essence, "I think my little girl has gotten an award for taking such good care of Mommy…" He said with a purr in his voice. You squeezed your thighs, feeling how your arousal filtered through your underwear, moistening your thighs, Crocodile made a gesture with which you stood up, but not before giving him a small kiss on his thigh as a farewell. Your lady's hand rested on your cheek and you unconsciously leaned on her touch, brought her face closer to yours and kissed you passionately while her hook rested on the curve of your waist, caressing it from top to bottom. Your lips moved against each other as your lady's tongue pricked your mouth, you allowed her access, opening your lips for her as she inserted her tongue into your oral cavity, seeking your tongue and intertwining it with hers, beginning a swing between the two tongues

Your lady broke away from the kiss, watching the slight thread of saliva that connected both lips, breaking it with a smile as her good hand caressed your flushed cheek "Be my good girl and undress" Without waiting a second you began to unbutton your work blouse in front of her, letting the fabric of it fall down your shoulders to your feet, Leaving you in a bra in front of her hungry eyes, the next thing you discarded was your pencil skirt, leaving you in nothing but underwear and stockings under the watchful eye of Crocodile, who was looking at your figure, settling on your designer underwear which she had given you as most of your underwear. His hand moved from your cheek to your covered breasts, grabbing them while his thumb rested on your nipple, moving it and reveling in feeling the hardness of it "A beautiful pair that you carry today, my affection; but I'd like to see you without it" Your hands moved to close your bra, opening it and taking it off for her, exposing your beautiful tits. Crocodile's head moved closer to them, letting out a small sigh in your nipple, causing a small gasp to come out of your lips, he smiled and closed his lips around your nipple moaning at attention. His grappling hook moved between your legs, all the way up to your crotch, pressing it with the curve of his grappling hook making you moan. He pulled away from your chest and looked at his hook, now slippery with your arousal, and smiled with satisfaction, "Are we desperate, honey?" With a quick movement under the elastic of your panties, leaving your wet pussy exposed to the cold air of the room. Crocodile moved closer to your neck and kissed it as he moved you to sit on the bed, he pulled away from you as he took off the rest of his dress, letting you see his two large breasts still covered by a beautiful luxury bra "Wait for me here, I want to see you with your ass up when I come back… I want to get a good look at how wet my sweet is" Smiling, she pulled away from you, walking to the end of the room. You quickly got on as he asked, resting your chest on the soft mattress as you lifted your hips to the sky, spreading your legs and exposing your pussy

Soon Crocodile came back to you, placing a hand on your ass while you felt something prick your entrance, you quickly looked sideways and felt how you got even wetter when you saw your lady wearing the strap-on that you had used more than once on the bed. You looked at the big eight-inch dildo that hung from your mistress's hips thanks to the strap, which deliciously squeezed her large thighs. Crocodile smiled as he let the dildo poke at your wet entrance, playing with it while firmly squeezing your buttocks, "Is my girl ready for Mommy to fuck her?" She said moving his plastic head up and down your damp slit, you gasped as you nodded shyly and the next second you felt his hand grip your hair tightly, throwing your head back as it whispered in your ear "Don't listen to you, princess.." "Y-yes Mommy… Your lady smiled broadly as she let the plastic glans go in an inch, making you moan in need. Use your words honey" "P-please, Mommy me" you said looking at her needily as your hips moved gently. With a quick movement of the hips the dildo was buried deep in your pussy, making you moan as your back arched "My little slut, so needy…" Her hips collided with yours as she fully sheathed the dildo in your pussy, slowly pulling it back until it hit you again. You moaned as you let your head fall between the sheets, squeezing them tightly as you felt the fake member drag across your damp walls. Your lady's hand gripped your hips firmly, forcing you to move in the same rhythm against her, lifting your hips higher as you heard the sound of both skins colliding, creating a cacophony in the room

You moaned and closed your eyes as the dildo massaged and rhythmically entered your walls, causing them to tighten at the delicious intrusion. Your lady's nails digged into your hips, making you bounce as she started hitting your G-spot, making you moan loudly, Crocodile smiled wickedly as he began to abuse that place that made you see stars, hitting him repeatedly as he pressed his breasts against your back, bringing his lips close to your ear, Whispering in this "That feels alright baby? Do you like it when Mommy pleases your wet with your favorite toy?" I comment as she quickly slammed into your sensitive spot, making you moan loudly as your mind turned to mush to her, just babbling little Si while drooling over the luxurious sheets. Crocodile smiled in amusement as he lowered his mouth to your neck, slowly licking it, making you gasp and then screaming as his teeth dug into your soft skin. His hip banging was flawless against you, bringing the toy deeper inside you, kissing your cervix multiple times, making you see the stars as you moaned. The hand on your hip moved slowly until it found your cliroris, moaning you grabbed the sheets and scratched them while your hips had small spasms against your lady's. Your walls began to tighten around the silicone, threatening to, Crocodile could tell this from your behavior and the spasms your body was starting to have "Come on honey… That's it… for Mommy, be a good girl and." As if it were some magic trick, you let out a big moan and arched your back as you followed your mistress's orders, cumming hard around the dildo while it slowly slowed its thrusts. Your legs and hips trembled while your breathing was ragged, drool fell from the corners of your lips leaving a beautiful view for your lady. Crocodile caressed your hips as he let the dildo slowly slide out of you, making you gasp when it came out completely, leaving your pussy gaping and dripping, your lady looked at him with delight and gave a little slap to your clit, making you bounce

He moved a few inches away from your body as you listened to the sound of buckles, assuming he was taking off his strap-on. Then his hand and hook picked you up with care and affection, pulling aside the sheets and placing you on the bed, Crocodile walked away, listening to the sound of the lighter as the smell of smoke invaded your nose. A few minutes later, your lady lay down next to you, but not before gently wiping a damp cloth over your pussy, wiping it and making you jump a little with the sensation. Crocodile lay down next to you, now completely naked just like you as she smoked from her cigar, took your head and placed it gently on his chest while his hook landed on your hip. You accepted the closeness, snuggling into his chest as you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, relaxing with it while you closed your eyes tiredly. Before falling into a deep sleep because of the tranquility and silence of the room, your lady spoke, "I'm going to let you go with the clown." You opened your eyes at the statement and blinked as you looked at Crocodile, somewhat perplexed, "R-really?" Crocodile sighed as he reconsidered his choice, letting out a small cloud of smoke, "I know that no matter how much I tell you that you won't keep insisting like the stupid person that you are." He said, grimacing as he slapped his cigar, "Besides, I've known those two for a long time and I know they've had their eye on you… But not to do it" Your cheeks turned a deep red at her statement, You noticed your lady's fingers on your cheeks, squeezing them and forcing you to look at her "Listen to me well, I know very well what those two are up to and I know that I am not going to stop them so easily… I remind you that you are MINE, MY property, MY girl, MY pet. Got it?" She said as he looked at you possessively, making you nod quickly. She sweated and kissed your lips softly and affectionately, letting you lay your head back on his chest "Well… But I'll keep reminding you, my love…"

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Broken Bird

Summary: Astarion is extremely confused by the odd fact Tav doesn't seem to want him for sex. But then, whatever in the world could she want?

Early relationship woes and Astarion slowly realizing he may have just played himself.

You can read more about Eidel and Astarion here

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Astarion was at a loss. 

He flipped idly through the pages of the book he was only half paying attention to while the camp buzzed about with activity. Karlach and Wyll were still finding things to clean from the tiefling’s party the other night and Astarion did not wish to be volunteered to assist. 

By all accounts the party was a success. 

Wasn’t it?

He watched Eidel at the edge of camp. She sat cross legged, her staff alongside her as she tended to an injured sparrow she had found that morning. She smiled as she examined her charge, all teeth and scrunched up nose. Her gaze flitted over to his and she waved. Astarion winced, but instinct was a funny thing. He shot her an easy grin and a flirtatious wave of his own. 

Not that any of his old instincts had served him well last night. 

It all started out simple enough. He’d made his best proposition, he’d seen the blush rise in those mottled cheeks, seen her shy nod when she had agreed to scamper off into the night alone with him…and then? 

“And what is it you want?” She had asked him, all guileless eyes and innocence. Her words had stopped him cold. No one had asked him that. Not in two hundred years. But still he had an easy answer. He always did. That naive act had to stop eventually. He had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. But…it never did. 

“Why did you really come here with me?” Astarion asked. 

“Well, that’s easy, I like you! I wanted to spend time with you!” Eidel laughed. 

“Darling, here I am. We have nothing but time,” he purred. 

“The stars are so bright tonight. We could walk along the river, I thought? There’s a rise up not far from camp where we could look at them. Are you sure you won’t take my cloak? You’ll catch a chill.”

She wasn’t playing by the rules. He didn’t have time to answer before Eidel tossed her cloak over his bare shoulders, fussing as she pinned the edges. He had seduced his fair share of innocents before. But once they were alone they always went for him, no matter how shyly. But Eidel was either the densest woman in all of Faerun, or she was deliberately avoiding the obvious. 

“Aren’t you sweet?” If she wasn’t going to play the game his way, he’d have no choice but to play it the way she wanted. Dense or obtuse, she was still the best bet he had for protection. “And I’m sure that perfect little body of yours absolutely glows in the starlight. Lead on.”

He didn’t sleep with her that night. 

She’d led him up to the hill and rambled on about the stars and the constellations and how she’d never seen so many before. She’d sat beside him and clung tight to his arm as she excitedly talked. He’d watched as her eyes went as big as the world in her enthusiasm and when he did manage to kiss her she tasted of guilt. 

Technically it should have all felt like a victory. She was clearly enamored with him, sex be damned, and she was gullible enough he had her dancing to his tune no matter what he said. 

So why did all this feel…so terrible?

Astarion blanched as Eidel motioned for him to join her. He set the book down and walked on. It didn’t matter how he felt about the situation, he had a part to play. 

He smiled as he approached, lessening the seductive stare and mimicking her open one instead. “What can I do for you, my dear?” He asked lightly, sitting alongside her. 

She giggled. “I like when you call me that. Can I call you that?” 

“You may call me whatever you wish. Now, did you invite me over merely for my company? Not that I’d blame you.”

“I need your help,” she said. “Could you hold onto my friend here, and keep him nice and still while I set this splint for his wing?”

“Me?” Astarion asked. “Wouldn’t….wouldn’t Halsin be the better option? I’m not exactly the nurturing kind.”

“Oh that’s not true! You’re perfect for the job or I wouldn’t have asked,” Eidel said, holding out the sparrow. 

“Animals tend to run at the scent of blood, you know,” he pouted. 

“Hold out your hand, please,” she said. Astarion was beginning to think she wasn’t dense at all. Merely stubborn. 

It didn’t seem he had much of a choice. He sighed and cupped his hands as Eidel placed the bird in his palms. The bird gave a small peep and ruffled his feathers, but settled in moments and Astarion kept him still as Eidel delicately stretched the bird’s broken wing to fit the split onto it. 

“See?” She said as she worked. “He trusts you.”

“Your bird must not be very smart, then. That’s an objectively stupid thing to do.”

“Why? You’re a good person to trust.”

A slight splinter of guilt stabbed at the base of Astarion’s stomach. “Eidel, you’ve seen me lie, and cheat, and kill dozens of people. Sometimes all in one day.”

“Well, yeah, the world is a dangerous place and we have to do things to survive. I know that, but that’s not the same thing is it?” Eidel bit her lip as she tied off the bandage. “You can’t keep an animal anywhere it does not wish to be.”

“Easy for you to say, I believe the bird with the splint doesn’t have many options.”

“Don’t let that fool you. There now,” she took the bird gently from Astarion’s hands. “All set. Stay here in camp and I’ll check on that wing in a week, you should be good as new soon enough.”

The sparrow chirped what Astarion could only assume was a thank you before hopping off. Eidel watched him go. 

“I know what you wanted from me last night,” she said without looking back at him. 

The splinter in his middle tore a little wider. “I’m…I’m not sure I know what you mean, darling.”

“I would have said but I was afraid you’d leave, and I’d never had a night like that. It was perfect, and I was selfish, because you’re wonderful and I’ve never liked anyone before. But I’m not sure you’d want to spend more nights like that with me if sex is off the table for now. I’d understand. I won’t pretend it won’t hurt, but I would…understand.”

She’d taken the playbook and thrown it into the fire. He blinked at her as she turned around to look at him. Her eyes were downcast, as if she expected him to toss her aside. He wasn’t entirely certain he understood her at all. What did she want from him if she wasn’t after an easy escape? All of his best instincts were to offer a physical compliment, a teasing line, something to turn her head. He realized he was frozen. He’d never been with anyone who hadn’t wanted him for his body, for what the lies it could offer. 

“Darling,” he laughed, hoping she didn’t catch the hitch in his tone. “I’m hurt you’d think I’d cast you aside so quickly. In fact, I was going to ask you for another midnight stroll, but if you’re not interested…”

“Really?!” 

He inhaled sharply as her expression brightened, her one pale eye and one red eye lighting up like the sky. And the mottled pink that cracked through her otherwise copper skin turned a lovely shade of magenta where it polka dotted across her cheeks. “I’d…I’d like that!” She said in a rush. 

“Good,” he took her hands in his as he helped them both to their feet. “Then I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, my star!” She repeated, bouncing on her heels as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. She pulled away, blushing furiously, a hand on her lips as if unsure if she was allowed to do such a thing.

My star? 

“Oh, I can think of something else if you’re not fond of it,” she said. Apparently his look of confusion had been a tad too obvious. 

“No…no it’s…charming,” he cleared his throat. He had to get away from her. “I’ll see you later.”

It was all for the best, he rationalized. She got a companion and in exchange he got a powerful druid as protection. She was utterly his regardless of how he had won her over, that much was clear. But it was all…wrong. She was practically eating out of his palm, wasn’t that what he had wanted? He thought of that pathetic, little bird he had held in his hands moments ago…how he should have broken its neck before it ever tried to trust him.

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#ID: pt 2 to codename, which u can find here!

warnings: lil suggestive at times

nya note: whenever i write connie i just see central cee in my head

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“yes, i know about it. it’s impossible to miss.” connie said, still finding amusement in your expression of pure horror. “that must seem so creepy, i am so sorry — oh my god.” you said, not even looking him in the eye while sasha was sitting two seats down from you, finding this interaction very funny. “don’t apologize, and you never answered my question. why red? my favorite color is actually purple.” connie said, knowing his last comment would put a smile on your face, which it did. “ew, i’m not telling you now! it’s embarrassing.” you said back, spinning your pencil in your hand as a way to not make direct eye contact with him. “come on, i wanna know! i feel like i have every right to know..” connie was attempting to keep your attention as long as he could, because he was enjoying having an actual conversation with you outside of a yes or no question.

“okay, okay! it’s stupid, it was over those shoes i have that you liked – they were red, so it just kind of stuck.” you said, the embarrassment really setting in now. “oh, the cherry reds. i remember that. i thought it was like.. some first color of the rainbow type shit. i like that, though, kinda thoughtful if you think about it.” connie’s nonchalant nature about this ordeal shocked you, because why wouldn’t it? anyone else would have thought that was weird.

something about this, about you intrigued connie. maybe it was the fact that you remembered something so small, it was cute. but, he’d gotten this far and he couldn’t fumble it now. “hey, what’s your number?”

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connie

u busy rn?

y/n

no sir

connie

dunkin at 5:30?

y/n

u know i can’t say no to coffee

connie

i’ll take that as a yes.

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“what are you getting ready for?” sasha asked as you pulled on your shoes, the ones connie liked. “i’m going to dunkin.” you replied, walking around you and sasha’s shared dorm, trying to find everything you needed. “without me? you have a new best friend?” she asked, wiping away fake tears. “no, i’m going with connie.” “oh, we’ve moved past calling him red? what’s next, a baby?” sasha was grinning ear to ear, finding amusement in your flustered expression. “stop it, we’re just hanging out. i got his number in class this morning.”

“his number? oh, bitch.” sasha said, nudging your shoulder. “stop it! it’s nothing serious.. he’s probably trying to give me the benefit of the doubt.” you rolled your eyes, spraying on your perfume. “even down to the expensive perfume? practice safe sex!”

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“you got my shoes on, it’s like you’re reeling me in.” connie said with a smile, watching you walk in. “i wouldn’t say reeling..” you smiled back, sitting down at the table he was at. “whatever it is, it’s working. you look good.” he said, sending you another smile. god, he was so attractive. he knew that, though. it was clear he was using your crush on him to his advantage, not that you were complaining.

“so, you really don’t think i’m like, a stalker?” you asked, half joking as you sipped your drink. “no, i don’t think you’re a stalker. and even if you were a stalker, you’d be a pretty one.” connie replied, pretending he didn’t say what he just said. he knows what he’s doing, no doubt about that. he’d calculated his whole plan, down to his cologne, just for you.

“i’m happy you agreed to this, though, seriously.” connie says as he puts his phone down, maintaining eye contact with you. “did you think i wouldn’t?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side slightly. “i don’t know, maybe? maybe you just wanted the distance to stay the way it was.” he replied, a bit of uncertainty in his tone. “well, considering that i had a code name for you for three months, closing the distance was the whole point.”

[lostfirefly]

Well, I don't know why I came here tonight, I've got the feeling that something ain't right

Hey, hey, hey!! I haven't published anything for a long time. The stress of studying took all my energy. Welcome to another fun day for Catherine and Buggy! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Neighbor asks Catherine and Buggy to look after the kids at their birthday party while she goes to get the cake.

Warnings: Fun, fluff, jokes. A composite image of the kids at the party. Sorry in advance for the fact that children swear, but I just thought that they often repeat everything after adults. Small references to my followers.

Words: 5344

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed

The title is taken from "Stuck in the middle with you" by Stealers Wheel.

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“How long are we going to sit like this, cotton candy?” Buggy stroked Catherine's back as she curled up in his lap. 

“It's only been fifteen minutes, stop nagging.” She took his ponytail and began to wind it around her finger. “You stayed late at the circus two nights in a row. I missed you. And now I want to spend some time with you in our chair.” 

“It’s nonsense, Cathie-pie. We're doing nothing.”

“We’re enjoying each other's company. It's so great and romantic. We're resting, you're hugging me, I feel like I'm in the safest place in the world right now.” Catherine curled up even tighter and pulled the blanket over them. “Let's sit for a little while longer, please.”

Buggy rolled his eyes. “Fine. An hour, ok?” He hugged her tighter, kissed her forehead and quickly wiped the lipstick mark with his fingers. “Why do I always give in to you?” He noticed Catherine start laughing. “What's so funny, little shit?” 

“Your nose. It's so funny, it bumps into my head, then my cheeks.” Catherine saw how sad Buggy became. “Oh, don't be upset, my silly clown. I love your nose. It also whistles funny sometimes at night. But I like it, it makes me feel like I'm home.” 

“You like mocking me, right?”

“I'm not mocking you! Remember when I went to visit my sister recently? I missed your snoring and whistling, so I had to put a chicken whistle by my pillow and I hugged the teddy bear. It all reminded me of you and our home, my little bear.” Catherine exhaled and started running her fingers around Buggy's arm. “I want you to come to my parents’ house so much. I want to show you everything. My room, photo albums, my favorite places. I was sitting in a coffee shop and thinking how great it would be to sit here with you. Maybe you'll come to Loguetown with me sometime?”

“I don't know, Catherine. We’ll see, ok? Fuck, totally forgot I have something for you.” Buggy sent his hand to the night stand and pulled some box of candies out of the drawer for her. “Here, your favorite nougat ones.”

“Yesterday, you stole blue irises for me. Today you brought me sweets. You're so cute, my Buggy Bear. You bring me candies, flowers, you even started bringing me candles. Thanks!” She kissed him on the cheek and took a couple of candies. “Yummy. Oh! Can I ask you a question?”

“First, Cathie-pie, it's still a terrible nickname. Second, you talked me into staying in this chair and covered me with a blanket with little ponies on it. Me.” Buggy pointed his finger at himself. “A grown man. Do I have a choice to say no?” 

“Asshole.” Catherine popped a candy into her mouth. “You know, we've been together for six months now, and I realized I don't know your middle name. Do you have a middle name? Let's say Buggy Eiichiro the Clown.” 

“Oh, I know what name I could have.” He grinned. “Buggy “The Best Sex of Catherine Mitchell's Life” the Clown.” He started giggling and winked at her. 

“I hate you. Why can't you answer like a normal person?” Catherine gently slapped him on the shoulder. “Now you're punished and I’ll ask another question. Have you ever dreamed of anything? Or maybe you have another dream now.”

“Why are you asking?”

“Everyone has dreams, Buggy.” Catherine ran her finger over his chest. “You talk not so much about your past, I'm wondering what you were like before you met me. So far I only know that you were in prison, hanging out with some kid and are worth a lot of money. But I still think you should cost more.”

“I didn't hang out with the kid! Well... I used to dream of you leaving my life, but as we can see,” Buggy smacked Catherine on the head, “that wasn't meant to happen, and now you piss me off every single day.” 

“I'm serious, clown. I told you about mine yesterday.”

“You mean that dream where you wanted to be queen of the gummy worms?” Buggy laughed. “I can't stop imagining this picture. I'm sorry, baby, it doesn't count.”

“I was five years old, you idiot. What could I have dreamed of when I was five? Okay, if you don't want to tell me, don't tell me.” Catherine gently slapped her palms on his chest.

“Fine. Seriously though. Well,” Buggy scratched his head, “I dreamed of being the king of… all circuses. But I had to give up on that dream. I had and have no right to dream about that.”

“Are you sure you're talking about the circus? You have the right to dream, my blue-haired love.” Catherine looked at Buggy, saw that he didn't want to continue this topic, took his hand and started to run her fingers over his palm. “I don't know. It seems to me that you are already the king. Tickets are selling out fast. Your fangirls are sighing for you.”

“I don't have fangirls! Stop mocking me, little shit!” 

“No, you have! I saw them. But I won't give you to them.” Catherine poked Buggy in the shoulder. “And I’m so proud of you. Can't wait to see the new show.” She exhaled and gently took the strand of his hair. “We're sitting so well, huh? Thank you for this, I know you don’t like, but I appreciate you suffering for me.” Catherine raised her head. “I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.” She gently pulled him by the ponytail closer and touched her lips to his. 

(doorbell rings) 

“Who is it? Are you waiting for someone?” Catherine raised an eyebrow. 

“No. Fuck them! Let's not open the door.” Buggy tried to kiss her back.

(knock on the door) 

“Wait!” Catherine gently pushed his head back. “Maybe it's Cabaji? He wanted to come in and ask about how to spend a perfect date with a girl.”

“Why can't he ask over the phone?” Buggy tried to kiss her neck. “Fuck him too.” 

“Stop! He wanted to write everything down.” Catherine tried to fight back and slapped him on the back. “I want to help him. He's your friend.” 

“He’ll do it later. We’re enjoying each other and to be honest, now I like sitting in the fucking chair.” Buggy tried to kiss her neck again. 

“Oh, for Christ's sake, Buggy!” Catherine had a hard time pulling his head off. “Don't touch me with your painted lips. You already pestered me in the bathroom this morning and I said no. What's gotten into you?”

“You were so sexy in the bathroom in your pants with pandas, I couldn't resist.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. 

“I wasn't sexy, I was disheveled and was brushing my teeth.” Catherine grabbed his chin and pecked him on his nose. “Is there something else on your mind, clown?”

“Stop doing this, woman!” Buggy scrunched up his face and tried to move away from Catherine.

“I want and I kiss your nose!” She pecked him on his nose several times. “Love you, my old grumpy boy.” 

“I’m not ol-!” 

(doorbell rings) 

“I'll go open it.” Catherine quickly got up from Buggy's lap, ran to the door, but stopped abruptly at the exit from the bedroom and turned to Buggy. “Oh, no! What if it's not Cabaji. What if it's some man who came to take me away from you.” Catherine winked and quickly ran out into the hallway. 

“Hey!” Buggy rushed after her and caught up only at the front door. 

Catherine laughed when he grabbed her hand and began to pull her towards him. “You're such a fool. Look at how you're clinging to me. My blue-haired protector.” She kissed him on the cheek and opened the door. “Mrs. Emmie? What happened?”

A short, middle-aged woman with dark hair stood on the threshold. “Hello, Mr. The Clown.” She waved her hand. 

“Buggy, actually.” He rolled his eyes. 

Mrs. Emmie blushed a little. “Sorry. Mister Buggy, Miss Catherine, I need your help. My grandson is here for his birthday party, his parents haven't arrived yet and I have to pick up his cake. Could you look after him and some of his friends while I go get the cake?”

“NO!” Buggy shouted loudly, not expecting such an intonation from himself.

“Please, Mr. The Clown!”

“It's Buggy, for god's sake!! I've been living here for two years!!”

“Sorry, Mr. The Clown! Well, I went around to all the neighbors. No one is here. Grandson's parents were stuck in traffic and would be here in about two hours. The kids' parents would be arriving, but they would also be arriving in about an hour. The table was already set, with cocktails for the kids and a bar for the adults. Please! I can pay!” Mrs. Emmie looked at Catherine with tear-stained eyes. 

“How much?” Buggy crossed his arms. 

“Excuse us for a second, Mrs. Emmie.” Catherine took his hand and led him aside. “Are you crazy asking about money, clown? She's asking for help!”

“Not help, cotton candy!” Buggy glanced at Mrs. Emmie. “She's asking to babysit. I'm not going to babysit for free.”

“Perfect!” Catherine fluttered her hands. “And if I asked you to babysit our child, would you ask me for money too?”

“Oh, no, in that case I'd charge you a different fee.” Buggy giggled idiotically. 

“You're disgusting, you know that?” Catherine gently stroked his shoulder. “I know, you don't like kids. I'm not a fan of them either. But do you really want to leave me to be eaten by a bunch of children? I will never believe in my life that you would do this. You didn't leave me in that god’s cage.” Catherine hugged him around his waist, placing her chin on his chest. “Will my Buggy the Brave Knight save me again? And don't forget there's free food and free booze there. Then we'll come home, and I promise I won't even drag you out for a walk today. We'll stay home and eat chips and hot dogs like old people.”

“Fine.” Buggy groaned. 

“You're my best!” Catherine kissed him on his cheek. “Love, love, love you!” She turned back to Mrs. Emmie, who looked at Catherine with hope in her eyes. “It's okay, we agree.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Mrs. Emmie hugged Catherine. “You know, Mr. The Clown, even though you grumble all the time, you've become a little bit nicer since that sweet sweetie came into your house.”

“See? I’m sweet.” Catherine playfully poked Buggy in his chest. “And you're nice.” 

Buggy rolled his eyes and growled, pushing Catherine towards the exit. “This means I'm changing, and you've come to love me differently.”

Mrs. Emmie led them into the back yard, explaining the rules and restrictions. Catherine memorized them attentively, jabbing Buggy with her elbow whenever he started to grumble. They walked out into the backyard, which was covered with colorful balloons and streamers that said Happy Birthday. Large tables were filled with baked goods, sandwiches, and sweets. The yard echoed with the sounds of children's laughter and whistles.

“Oh, that table over there is definitely for me!” Buggy nodded towards a closed bar with a bunch of drinks and started to walk towards it, but Catherine grabbed him by the pants as soon as he took two steps away from her. “Baby, if you want something from me, just ask.” He chuckled.

Mrs. Emmie and Catherine looked at him at the same time, puzzled. Buggy tensed slightly, looking at Catherine's “i’ll kill you” face. 

Mrs. Emmie exhaled and shook her head. “Miles, honey!” She called out as they descended a couple of steps of the large wooden staircase below. “I’m going to get your cake. Miss Catherine and Mister Buggy are going to sit with you while I go away for a while. I’ll be back in an hour. Bye.” She grabbed the keys and quickly ran out of the house. 

Catherine took Buggy's hand and led him towards the children. “Hey, guys!” She waved to them as she walked out into the backyard.

“WOOOAAAH!!!” A small, chubby boy with big cheeks, ginger hair and big dark eyes turned to face them. “Look! Guys!!” Miles poked his friends in the shoulder. “This's a real clown!!! Strange.. he's not wearing a costume, he's wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Anyway!! RUN!!!” 

Ten kids jumped up from the grass and ran towards Buggy. 

“Hey, hey!!” Catherine stood in front of Buggy, spreading her arms. “Quiet, guys!” 

“Can you do magic?” One kid was tugging at Buggy's pants.

“Is your nose buzzing?” The other kids tried to get past Catherine.

“Woohooo!!!” One of the children squealed. “Loook, guys!! I’m flying!!” 

Catherine turned around to see Buggy picking the child up by the scruff of the neck and glaring at him. “Buggy! Put the kid down on the ground right now!” She hissed quietly through her teeth.

“He was tugging at my pants!” Buggy turned the child over in his hands. “I don't like it.” 

“I don't care, put him down!”

Buggy rolled his eyes and set the child down. 

“Alright, kiddos, everyone to the table.” Catherine nudged a few kids in the back. “Who wants cake?”

“Who needs cake when there's a clown here!!” Miles squeaked. 

Several children tried to attack Buggy again, but Catherine grabbed him by the shirt. “Na-ah! No attacks on the clown until everyone's had their cake.” She bent down, placing her hands on her knees, and looked at the children. “So. Who wants cake now?” 

“WE WANT CAKE!! WE WANT CAKE!!!” All the children, joyfully throwing up their hands, ran squealing to the table in all directions.

Catherine laughed and followed after them, making sure all the kids were seated. She turned away for just a second to pour everyone some juice when she heard a child squealing and an adult cursing. 

“I can't sit still!!!” Miles' voice came from behind Catherine. “He's so cool!!!” Catherine turned to see several kids attacking Buggy, who tried to fight off a crowd of screaming children and cursing. 

“What the fuck?” Buggy tried to throw the child who had jumped on his back.

“You're sooo funny!! Your nose looks soo real!” The kid started laughing and was about to grab Buggy's nose. 

“Hey, get off him!” Catherine rushed to pull the kids off the suffering clown's body. “You okay?” She quickly examined Buggy's face and hands.

“Fuck, no! Catherine, let's go home. They're crazy!! Let them look after themselves!” Buggy tried to take the squealing kid off yourself. 

“We can't. We promised to help. Look, they like you.” Catherine giggled as she lifted another child off Buggy. “Okay, Miles! Get off my boyfriend's back!” 

“Is he your boyfriend? Wooooaaaah!! You're so lucky!!” Miles looked at Catherine with admiration. “You probably can watch tricks all the time. Is he showing you tricks?”

“Oh, yeah, believe, dude, I show her tricks.” Buggy giggled with a proud expression on his face. “You know, adult ones.” 

“What? What do adult tricks mean?” Miles looked from Catherine to Buggy, waiting for an answer.

Buggy crossed his arms. “That means I can…” 

“Shush!!” Catherine hissed and whispered under her breath. “Shut up and wipe that smug grin off your face,” Catherine took a small step toward Buggy. “Are you crazy, saying that in front of the kid?”

“What's wrong? He's…” Buggy looked at Miles, who was fiddling with his hand. “How old are you, bro?”

“I'm six!” Miles said proudly, with a slight lisp.

“See, Cathie-pie, he's six.” 

“I don’t care. I'm not gonna ruin a little kid's life with your stories.” Catherine nudged Miles toward the table. 

“Look, they are sitting, eating cake and don't bother anyone. Let's go home.” Buggy took Catherine's hand and dragged her to the door. “Nothing will happen to them.”

“I can't leave 10 children unattended, Buggy.” She pulled her hand away and glanced towards the children.

“Come on, cotton candy! Their parents are coming in... How long have we been here?” Buggy looked at his watch. “Ten minutes? Fuck!”

“Stop grumbling, clown! Oh, my God! See? One of the kids is eating dirt!” Catherine waved her hands and ran to another chubby kid with dark hair and big brown eyes. “Hey, you! The boy! Stop doing that!” She barely lifted him off the ground. “What's your name, baby?”

“I'm Howl!” The boy, covered in mud, answered with a proud look.

“And I'm Catherine.” She knelt down and started wiping the kid's hands. “Stop eating dirt, Howl.”

“This will make me cool!” Howl shoveled another handful of dirt down his throat. 

“Cool guys don't eat that. They eat hot dogs. Do you want to be a cool boy and eat hot dogs, Howl?” Catherine stroked the boy's hair.

“Nope!” Howl grabbed the dirt in his hand and put it in his mouth.

“Dear lord!!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Oh! I know! See that man over there?” Catherine nodded gently toward Buggy. “See? He’s strong and cool. And you know why? He likes hot dogs! Now do you want to be cool like him?” She saw Howl glance at the clown, then look at Catherine and nod. “Do you want me to get you a hot dog?”

Howl scowled. “Now I want to believe you. And as I started believing you, I want a hot dog!!” He jumped towards the table.

“Thank God!” Catherine stood up from her knees and saw Buggy walking towards her, sipping his beer. “Are you kidding me? While I'm trying to seat the kids, you’re enjoying a beer?” Catherine grabbed her head. “These kids are like ten of you, Buggy. They also sit quietly at first and then bam! They start whining and doing strange things.”

“But see? You're doing great. Maybe I should go home and support you from the couch?” Buggy shrugged and put the empty bottle on the nearest table.

“Oh, go wherever you want, Buggy.” Catherine waved at him. “I was hoping for once in my life you'd help me.”

“Sorry, Cathie-pie. I’d love to make things right but it’s time to exit stage left. Bye!” 

“How-- How can you do this to me?” Catherine's eyes widened and she yelled after Buggy, who was walking away. “What? You didn't leave me in the desert, so now you're taking revenge, huh?” She watched how he waved to her. “Go f-- screw you, clown!!!”

“Excuse me, Miss Catherine!” Someone poked Catherine in the arm with his finger several times. “You're swearing!” Miles’ voice came from behind Catherine. 

“And what?” She narrowed her eyes and looked at him. 

“When my parents argue and use bad words, they put a dollar in the jar.” He pulled out a jar of money and shook it in front of Catherine's face. “Dollar, please.”

“What? I won't pay you!” Catherine squealed, her eyes wide.

“Then I'll tell my parents that you were swearing. Guys! Repeat after me! Screw you! Screw you!!” Miles and Howl began to jump around Catherine excitedly, repeating the phrase after her. Miles stopped and glanced at Catherine. “See, lady? You’ll have problems. Dollar.” 

“Do you think you can scare me, little bastard? I jumped off a cliff and live with the clown!” Catherine shifted her gaze to the table and crossed her arms. “Let's do it like this! You sit down at the table, I'll let you have a baby cocktail and I'll tell you a funny story, what do you think the idea is?”

“I don't want the story! Let's do it this way. I'll keep quiet, and you call the clown. I want the clown! Where'd he go?” Miles started to fume. 

“He better packs his bags right now to flee to another country away from my wrath.” Catherine muttered under her breath. “What should I do with you?” She scratched her head. “Oh! If you guys don't want a story, let's hit the piñata. There's probably candy in there. Do you guys like candy? You're kids! You should love them!” Catherine looked at them pleadingly in her eyes. 

“WE WANT THE CLOWN!!!” All the kids stamped their feet. 

“Mother fuc–!” Catherine suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.

“Dollar, please!” Miles picked up the can again.

“Screw you!” Catherine heard the phone ringing. 

“Guuuuys!” Miles raised his hand. “Go!” He waved his hand, giving the command. “Mother fuc-! Mother fuc-!” The kids started kicking their feet and merrily repeating after Catherine. 

“Screw you all!!” Catherine heard the phone ringing. “Shit! Everybody stay here!” Catherine pulled her cell phone out of her pants pocket. “Mrs. Emmie? What? Are you going to be late? And kids’ parents? Also? Yeah, sure, I'll keep an eye on them. Goodbye.” Catherine put her phone in her pocket. “Yeah, she's got traffic. I bet they're all sitting at the bar drinking aperol right now. Oh my god, the kids!” She watched them all scatter again. “Everybody should freeze now!!!” She barked loudly and abruptly covered her mouth with her hand again. “For god's sake, let's beat the piñata now, eat fries, and then you eat cake, and I'll show you tricks.”

“Hooray!!!!!” All children tore out of their seats and ran toward the big pig-shaped piñata. 

They joyfully started pounding the toy until candy sprinkled out of it.

“MY SWEETS! MY SWEETS!!!!” The kids piled on top of each other and started raking up the candy. 

“Stop!! What's wrong with you? Stop climbing on each other.” Catherine grabbed her head. “This is some kind of madhouse.” She muttered to herself and looked at her watch. “I've made it through almost an hour. There's still an hour left.”

“Miss Catherine, I didn't climb on anyone and behaved well. Can I have cake now?” A thin voice of a girl was heard. “I'm Hilda.” 

“Oh, of course, dear Hilda.” Catherine stroked the girl's head and clapped her hands. “Everyone to the table! Let's have cake and fries!!”

“You promised us magic tricks, Miss Catherine!” Miles mumbled, eating candies and approaching the table. 

“Yes, magic tricks! Let me juggle.” Catherine picked up three tangerines and tried to throw them up in the air to catch them, but they all fell to the ground. “Okay! That was a practice run. Let's try again!” She tossed the tangerines again, but they also fell to the ground.

“You're a bad juggler! Why are you ruining my party?” Miles began to sob. 

“Oh, well, I'm sorry I'm such a fucking clumsy person, okay? I can't juggle!” Catherine angrily threw the balls on the ground.

Miles started whining and all the children began to repeat after him. 

“Oh, stop crying! Bunch of..” Catherine rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that your paren-”

“I’ll tell my mom that you spoiled my party, and you swore!” Miles wiped his nose. “I want to see you juggling!! YOU CANNOT JU-UGGLE!!”

“Because she doesn't know how to do it. Right, Miss Catherine?” 

“THE CLOWN!!!” Miles, Howl and other seven kids, except for Hilda, jumped to their feet.

Catherine turned to where the children were pointing and saw Buggy gesturing to them to calm down. Catherine tried to hold back a smile, but she wasn't very good at it. “You're back!”

“Yes, and I hate myself for that.” Buggy shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I always knew you were a good person.” Catherine started stroking his hand. 

“And for that, I hate you.” He shifted his gaze to the kids. “So. What's going on here?” 

“They're crazy, Buggy. And that kid Miles. He’s a little evil. He tried to swindle money out of me. It feels like the only calm person here is that plump blonde girl named Hilda, and only because she eats all the time.” Catherine buried her head in Buggy's shoulder. “I wanna go home. But we need to entertain them somehow, because they'll continue squealing and destroying everything when they finish the cake, because they saw you. Buggy, please! Help me!” Catherine was practically breaking down into tears.

“How about I show them a couple of chop chop tricks?” Buggy placed his hand on her back. “They're kids, right? They love it when clowns do funny things. And by the way, not only kids love that.” He giggled again in a stupid way. 

“Shut up, you pervert.” Catherine raised her eyes. “And no chop chop in front of these kids, please. I don't know who they are, or who their parents are. What if they come after you later? I don't want you to get hurt.” 

Buggy snapped his fingers. “Are there any ribbons or scarves around here?”

“I saw some. Wait.” Catherine quickly ran to the table and came running back. “Here.” She held out several colorful chiffon scarves to him. 

“Okay, kiddos. Who wants tricks?” Buggy tucked the handkerchiefs under his sleeve and headed toward the kids. 

“WE WANT TRICKS!!!!” All ten little bodies stared at Buggy in admiration. 

Questions were constantly heard from around the table. “Is your hair real? Or is it a wig?”, “And where did you buy such a natural nose? Does it honk?”. The children shouted their names randomly, trying to get Buggy's attention.

“Either you calm down now or no tricks!” Catherine barked, glared angrily at the children and plopped down on the chair. “I can't!” She drank the juice from the nearest glass in one gulp.

“Hey, Miles!” Buggy said quietly, adjusting his sleeves. “I heard it's your birthday.”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Miles started stamping his feet on the spot. “My birthday, my party!” 

“And I also heard you were picking on that beautiful girl.” Buggy pointed at Catherine and clicked his tongue. “Not cool, bro.”

“Tattletale!!” Miles whispered to Catherine and showed his tongue. “I didn't mean to, Mister the Clown.” He pouted. “Sorry, miss.”

“I guess she's not mad at you anymore.” Buggy winked at Catherine. “And I also…. What's that?” He pointed somewhere behind the kids. 

Everyone at the table, including Catherine, looked around. 

“Where? I can't see anything!” She tried to figure out where he was pointing. 

“TA-DA!” Buggy's voice was heard. 

Catherine and all the kids turned around and saw him start to take out handkerchiefs from his sleeves. The children froze for a second and then suddenly burst into laughter, squeals and applause.

“Best trick ever!” Catherine started clapping. “You're the best clown I've ever seen in my life!”

Buggy began juggling tangerines, but he was also not very good at it. Then he started showing card tricks, he was a little better at this. The children squealed, shouted and stamped their feet at his every mistake, thinking it was part of the act. 

“Now I'm going to ask my lovely assistant to help me.” Buggy held out his hand to Catherine. 

“Who? Me?” She leaned closer to him. “Will you pick one of the children?”

“Nope.” Buggy winked at her. “Will my cotton candy help me?”

Catherine blushed, giggled and squealed quietly at the same time, and extended her hand to Buggy.

“Mister the Clown, can you make us a balloon dog? I'm Arthur, by the way.” A skinny, fair-haired boy covered in cake asked from the end of the table.

“Hello, Arthur!” Catherine said and bowed slightly. “Of course he will make an inflatable dog. Give us one minute!” She ran away for a second, picked up a sausage-shaped balloon and ran back. “Please, Mr. the Clown.” Catherine bowed like a true circus assistant, handing the balloon to Buggy.

“Cotton candy, I have no fucking idea how these dogs are made!” Buggy whispered quietly. 

“Think of something. I don't think they care what the outcome is. I think they just like you.” Catherine glanced out of the corner of her eye at the excited children.

Buggy groaned and tried to bend one part of the balloon to make a tail, the other part of the balloon to make a head. He twisted something resembling a twisted sausage in his hands for a long time.

“Something like that.” He showed this balloon misunderstanding to the children.

18 eyes looked at Catherine and Buggy, with the exception of Hilda, only blinking back.

“What's going on? Why are they silent?!” Catherine looked from the children to Buggy and took a step back just in case.

“I don't know.” Buggy nudged Catherine behind him. “I don't like this. I don't like it even more that they're looking at us the way you look at me just before you start squealing and jumping on me.” He nudged her back another step.

At that very moment the children burst into squeals and jumped up from their seats, running towards Catherine and Buggy. 

“Get back! Get back!” Buggy shouted at Catherine and took two big steps back.

“Hello, kids!” Mrs. Emmie's voice was heard and the children immediately ran to her. Several parents also came into the yard. 

“Am I alive? Or were we trampled?!!!” Catherine was ready to cry with delight, hugging Buggy. “Are you ok–?” 

“Miss Catherine! Mister Buggy! Hello! We are Miles' parents. Auggie and Trevor.” A short, stocky man with dark hair and grey-blue eyes, a tall, thin middle-aged woman with blue-black hair and blue eyes came closer to Catherine and Buggy. “Emmie said you helped us out. I hope the kids didn't torture you too much. Our son can be naughty sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Are you fucking kidding me?” Buggy barked. “Your kid–!”

Catherine kicked him in the leg. “It's okay, Miss Auggie. Miles's cute.” She giggled slightly. 

“Let me thank you with a cocktail!” Auggie invited Buggy and Catherine to the bar, where she poured them each a Long Island. They were talking when Miles approached his parents and tugged at his mother's dress. 

“Mom, where's my scooter? Daddy promised me a scooter!” He looked around. 

“Honey, you don't need a scooter yet, we bought you a kick scooter.” Auggie patted Miles on the head. 

“But I wanted a real scooter!” Miles stamped his foot. 

“Hah, you don't always get what you want, kid. I dreamed of being queen of the worms, but you see, my dreams were never meant to come true.” Catherine took a swig of her drink.

“Screw you!” Miles stamped his foot and stuck out his tongue to Catherine. 

“Miles! What kind of words were you saying?!” The boy's mom's eyes widened. 

“She said that bad word!” Miles pointed at Catherine. 

“What?!" Auggie looked at Catherine blinking. “Are you out of your mind?”

“It's time to go home, cotton candy!” Buggy threw Catherine over his shoulder and was about to run towards the door. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Catherine grabbed four bottles of different alcohol and managed to grab a tray of snacks. “We dese-e-eerve it!!” She screamed as Buggy raced towards the apartment with her.

Buggy reached the apartment in seconds and closed the door. 

“Lock it all up! Lock it all up!” Catherine laughed, putting the bottles on the table. “God, I hope they don't get too mad at us.”

“Fuck them!” Buggy leaned his back against the door and looked at the large bottles of alcohol. “How did you even grab all that?”

Catherine shrugged, came closer and hugged him around the waist. “You hear that?” She chuckled. “Silence!” Catherine raised her head and looked at Buggy's tired and at the same shocked face. “Thank you! I couldn't have done it without you. You see, we have proven once again that we are a strong crew.” She kissed him on his nose. “And my silly clown..”

“I’m listening, my Cathie-pie.” 

“Don't get me wrong, I love you.” Catherine started stroking his head. “But from today on, I won't let you touch me without… well.. you know. I'll tell you more, you'll put on every single.. well, you know.. in the box on your little Buggy.” 

“Hey! He's not little!” Buggy kissed the top of Catherine’s head. “But for the first time in my life, I’m not gonna argue with you, cotton candy.”

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 4552

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con bordering on non-con, ignoring of sexual boundaries

Summary: Steve is so tired of the meat market that modern dating has become. Just when he's deleted all the apps and given up on ever finding Mr. Right, he meets the perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen" ... or something like that

7. Sous Vide

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Steve

For the first twenty-four hours, Steve alternates between crying, screaming, and sometimes even laughing. And his thoughts run a gamut twice as large.

8 hours in: This can’t be happening. Steve is so fucking stupid. He deserves what he gets. He’s not ready to die. He should find a way to kill himself. Maybe he can seduce James into letting him go.

12 hours in: Fuck James! Steve’s going to kill him. He doesn’t know how, but he is totally going to murder the shit out of him! What’s in the room, there must be something that he can use…

16 hours: Why is there NOTHING in this room that is useful?! Fuck, he’s screwed. Why did Steve have to go snooping in the basement? He can’t believe he was actually attracted to a serial killer. He fucked a serial killer. What does that say about him? Clint wouldn’t have fallen for this shit. Fuck. Steve never texted him. Ha—he won’t know where to send the cops to find his body after all.

18 hours: Is he going to go insane? Maybe. Maybe it’ll be better if he does. Which part of him will James try to cut off first? Steve thinks he’d rather keep his arms than his legs. If he had to choose that is. Who was that woman in the other cell? What did she lose first? Why isn’t she answering him when he yells out? Can she not hear him? Maybe she’s just crazy. How long has she been here? How long is Steve going to be here before he dies? Oh god, he doesn’t want to wind up like her!

20 hours: That must’ve been human meat up in the fridge. And Steve asked Bucky to make dinner with it. A rump roast. They would’ve been eating somebody’s ass for dinner.

24 hours: Holy fucking shit, is he ever stupid.

“Can I get you anything?” James asks him the third time he visits.

The first time he’d come, Steve had screamed and thrown hysterics until it drove James away.

The second time, he’d done nothing but cry softly and beg to be let go, as James told him what it is he does for a living.

The third time he just sits there and stares like a zombie. James doesn’t seem to like that. He comes over and feels Steve’s forehead, takes his pulse. Steve gasps and jerks away, huddling himself into the corner. James lets him go with a sad expression. “You need to try and calm down, honey,” he says. “I hate to see you suffering.”

Steve stares at him with wide eyes. “Are you gonna kill me?” he asks. He’s been thinking about it all day and night. He can’t get the image of that woman out of his head. “Are you gonna…” eat me?

James is shaking his head. “No, Steve. I told you: I don’t want to hurt you.”

Steve blinks. He only has fuzzy memories of the last two visits. He knows that James had stayed, especially that second time, knows that he’d sat and talked to Steve. But Steve is having a hard time remembering all the facts. He’d been out of his mind with emotion, not taking it all in. “I don’t remember,” he murmurs, nervous. “I… I don’t remember everything you said.”

James smiles sadly at him. “Okay. That’s understandable.” He goes and sits down on a metal stool that’s connected to the floor. It’s part of a little vanity set that Steve is unable to reach from his chained position by the bed. Steve’s got no clue why it’s there, if he can’t even reach it. He’s spent time wondering if the mirror is glass, and if he could break it and use a shard of it to murder James. “I’ll answer any questions you have,” James is offering amicably, breaking Steve out of his murderous thoughts. “What do you want to know?”

“I don’t want to die,” Steve whispers.

“You’re not going to die,” James tells him, a little exasperation creeping into his voice. “Stevie, you’re not listening: I am not going to kill you. I didn’t bring you here for work.”

Work. Steve rolls the word over in his mind. James is a serial killer. He kills people and eats them. Well, mostly he sells their meat to other people to eat them. But that doesn’t make it any better! Steve tries to read James’ face for a lie. He doesn’t believe him when he says he’s not going to kill Steve. Of course he’s going to kill Steve. He has to, now that Steve knows his secret.

Steve is so fucking stupid.

“Just… just do it fast,” Steve begs. He thinks of the limbless woman several cells down. He doesn’t know if she’s still alive. He hopes not. “Do it all at once, please. Don’t… don’t make me like her.”

James looks pained. “I know you don’t believe me, honey. But in time you’ll see. I really didn’t mean for you to wind up down here.” He smiles softly at him, which is equal parts sweet and disturbing. “I really do care for you Steve. I was looking forward to what we could have together. I still am. We can get past this, and in the end it’ll only have made our relationship stronger.”

Steve stares. James really means it. He actually thinks they’re still going to be boyfriends. Steve remembers that conversation they’d had in the car, how happy he’d been when James had taken his hand and confirmed their relationship status. Steve thinks of all the personal things he’s told James, all the times they’ve made love, laughed with each other; he thinks of how much he’d come to feel for James. Fuck, it’s awful. Steve feels betrayed. His Mr. Right is a cannibal serial killer. It’s not fucking fair. “I’m not ever going to be with you again,” he tells him blankly. He can’t believe he actually has to explain this. “James, you eat people.”

James sighs like that’s small potatoes. “I’m still me. I’m still that guy you met at the grocery store.”

Steve blinks, thinking about their encounter in the meat department, James holding out the package of venison with an expression of disgust and proclaiming himself a vegetarian. The hilarity of it hits Steve all of a sudden, and he starts to giggle.

James is watching him with a look of concern. “Steve?”

Steve shakes his head, the laughter growing and growing, and he keeps laughing until he folds over with it. It turns into a sob. He squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed. “Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Sorry, I just… I’m panicking, a little.”

It’s quiet for a long moment, and then Steve gasps as the mattress dips and James is right there, pulling him into his arms. Steve struggles, pushing against him. “No!”

But James hushes him and hugs him tightly, and Steve can’t get away. “Shh sh sh,” James says. “It’s okay, I know you’re scared, Steve. I know. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll see. It’s all going to be just fine.”

It really isn’t, but Steve doesn’t know what else to do besides cry. James holds him through it and eventually lays him down on the mattress, kissing his tear stained cheek. “Rest,” he murmurs, and he gets up and leaves.

The fourth time James comes into his cell, Steve has formed a loose plan. He’s not going to panic anymore. He’s going to be productive. He’s going to gain James’ trust, make him believe that Steve loves him and won’t run away. Then, when he gets his chance, he’ll kill James and escape. There’s no other option. This is what he has to do.

“Hey,” James says, looking cautious as he swipes the keycard that unlocks the room’s slatted door. He slides it open and steps inside. He’s got another tray of food. “Brought you some lunch.”

Steve watches as he sets the tray onto the floor and gives it a push towards him. His stomach rumbles loudly—he hasn’t eaten since James locked him in here. The first few meals got thrown in fits of rage and desperation, the ones after that simply ignored and refused. But Steve obviously isn’t the first captive to try going on a hunger strike, and James has kept patiently bringing trays for every mealtime. Now Steve has a new game plan, and he pulls the tray over and picks up the silicone spoon (not even plastic utensils. This guy really is careful). He looks over the food and then glances at James. “...This is all… it’s vegetarian, right?” he checks.

James knows what he’s really asking, and he nods. “Yeah. Just chicken noodle,” he says gently.

Steve decides to believe him. He brings a spoonful of the soup to his lips, blows on it, swallows. It’s not bad, and he’s 99.9% sure that those are chunks of chicken floating in the broth.

James takes a seat on the metal stool and watches him eat the meal. “You’re calmer today,” he observes.

Steve shrugs, playing it cool. “Yeah,” he simply says. “I had time to think it over.”

“Yeah?” James sounds hopeful. “Okay. That’s good. Do you need anything?”

He asks that every time he visits Steve. So far Steve has only ever yelled or cried or remained totally silent in response. “Books?” he says this time, meeting James’ eyes. James looks surprised. “I don’t know how long I’ve been down here,” Steve says. “It gets boring.”

James smiles tentatively. “Just a little over a day, now. Yeah, honey. I can bring you books.”

“Okay,” Steve says. He goes on eating the soup. There’s a little hunk of a baguette with it. He tears off a piece and dips it into the broth, pops it into his mouth and chews. “Thank you.”

James leaves shortly after that, and within what feels like a few hours, Steve is supplied with a whole cart full of books. “I didn’t know what you liked,” James says sheepishly as Steve looks over the titles. “Hope this is good enough.”

“It’s great,” Steve says. He actually wasn’t expecting so many, or such a good selection. “Thank you.”

James looks very pleased. He takes a step closer and leans down, reaches out like he’ll touch him. Steve flinches and James’ face falls.

“Sorry,” Steve mutters, cursing himself for the reaction. “I’m sorry James. This is just…” he sighs. “It’s scary, you know?”

James nods. “Bucky,” he says.

“What?”

“Bucky.” He comes close again and kneels down. He takes Steve’s hand in his. It’s the one that’s chained to the floor. “My name.”

“Your name isn’t James?” Steve doesn’t know why he finds that so disappointing. It shouldn’t matter, but he’d hoped that he’d at least been getting to know the real man, before the other shoe dropped. Apparently not. It just figures that the one decent guy Steve manages to meet would turn out to be a psycho.

“No, it is. James Buchanan Barnes,” James says. “My sister started it, back when we were kids. She couldn’t say Buchanan, so,” he shrugs. “Bucky.”

Steve gapes. “Wait, you really do have a sister? You weren’t just making that up?”

James—or Bucky, apparently—looks hurt. “No, I wasn’t making it up. I never lied to you, Steve.”

Steve can’t help it, he laughs meanly. “Yeah right. You said there was nothing down here but storage,” he snaps, yanking his hand back from Bucky’s grip. “You’re a serial killer!”

“I didn’t lie to you about who I am,” Bucky says sternly. “I’m still the same person, Steve. Everything we had together was real. It still is.” He puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder and grips him. “I still care about you.”

Steve swallows heavily, wondering if his face is neutral. He’s trying to keep it that way, but it’s hard when all he feels is horror, disappointment and disgust. At least he’s managed not to yank himself away from Bucky’s grip on him. “Bucky,” he says, trying the name out. It seems to fit, and James looks very pleased when he uses it. Steve nods. “Okay. Bucky it is.”

Bucky smiles. “I knew you were special,” he says happily. But when Steve doesn’t react, he gets despondent again. “I didn’t want this for you,” he says, releasing Steve’s shoulder. “I wanted us to be happy together.”

Steve frowns. “How was that going to work?” he asks. “Don’t you think I would’ve found out about this eventually?”

Bucky nods. “Well yeah. But not like this. I was going to tell you, eventually. But I was gonna break it to you slowly.”

Steve fights the urge to laugh like a maniac. “Oh? How does one break that kind of news slowly?”

“I know it’s a lot. And it’s shocking.”

“Gee, you think?” Steve quips.

Bucky laughs, Steve’s levity putting him at ease. He sits down on the floor, crossing his legs. “It's so different from what people think. God, if you only knew, Steve. Knew what it was really like.”

Steve shivers at how dreamily Bucky says that. He has to work up the courage to say, “Tell me?”

Bucky looks surprised that he’s asking, but then his eyes sharpen on him, evaluating. He’s suspicious. “Why do you want to know?” he asks.

Steve shrugs and tries to act like it’s no big deal. “I dunno. Just curious I guess. What it tastes like, why you even want to do it.” He peeks up at Bucky. “Why do you?”

For a moment, it doesn’t seem like Bucky’s going to answer. But then he says, “It’s not just about food, or eating. It’s…” he pauses, staring at Steve in an evaluating way, like he’s not sure Steve will get it. “It’s about giving,” he eventually says, watching Steve carefully. “Giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever. And that’s…” he shakes his head, reverent. “That’s a beautiful thing. That’s surrender. That’s true intimacy.”

Steve gulps, suddenly hoping that his lunch stays down for this conversation. “But…” he breathes. “But they don’t do it willingly.”

Bucky’s eyes lose their gleam. He looks away. “No,” he says quietly. “No, they don’t.” He doesn’t expound on that, and Steve doesn’t dare to ask any more questions. Bucky sighs and moves on. “As for how it tastes, well…” the corners of his mouth curl up, and when he meets Steve’s eyes again, it’s terrifying. “If it’s done right? It’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted before. It’s fucking exquisite.”

Steve thinks of the story Bucky had told, about the villagers in China; the mystery meat. He knows now that it must’ve been true. That was probably the first time Bucky had ever tasted human flesh. And he’d liked it. Steve shivers. “And you know lots of other people who do this?” he asks. "Enough to run a whole business off of?"

A cannibal cabal, Christ.

Bucky nods. “My clients; they like to eat women, specifically. Because it’s a sexual thing for them, you know?” He shrugs. “I don’t think women actually taste better, but whatever. I’m here to satisfy the customer.” He tilts his head and squints at Steve. “You know, if you wanted to try it…”

“No,” Steve says, knowing that his acting abilities don’t extend that far. He shakes his head. “I can’t. Please.”

Bucky looks disappointed, but he accepts it. “Okay,” he says softly. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you.” He moves closer, kneeling right in front of Steve and looking at him tenderly. He puts both hands on his shoulders. Steve fights not to recoil. “Steve,” Bucky says softly, voice full of emotion. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I wish I could have you upstairs with me, I really do. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Steve swallows dryly. “What are you gonna do?”

Bucky stares at him for a long moment. Then, slowly, he leans in and kisses him on the mouth. He pulls back and watches Steve’s expression. “I don’t know,” he says softly. “I want to keep you, I do. I don't want to have to hurt you. I want to date you, like we were doing.”

Steve shivers under Bucky’s scrutiny. This guy is whacked. “...But?” he asks.

Bucky shakes his head sadly. He pulls back and rises to his feet. “I don’t know,” he says. “I just don’t know.” He walks back over to the door. “I’ve always dreamed of finding someone who I could share this with, you know? Someone I could really trust and share absolutely everything with. Because it gets lonely, ya know? Having this part of myself that I can’t share with a partner."

Steve stares, incredulous at Bucky’s capacity for delusion. “You said you were married,” he says, suddenly remembering. “What happened to him?” Bucky’s expression shutters and he looks away, and that’s all the answer that Steve needs. “You killed him,” Steve whispers, horrified.

Bucky turns away. “I told you we didn’t see eye to eye on things. It just wasn’t meant to be.”

Steve can’t believe what he’s hearing. “So you ate him?”

“No,” Bucky says sharply, looking back over his shoulder at Steve with something like resentment. “I would never eat someone I loved.”

Steve starts to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Not without their consent.”

Steve’s eyes bug out of his head.

Bucky shakes his head as he notices Steve’s expression. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be different with us. You'll see. It’ll take time, I know that now. But maybe in the long run it’s good that you found out this soon. Now we can just work on moving past it.”

Steve blinks at him. Keep your face calm, keep your face calm, don’t make a face, relaxrelaxrelax—

Bucky sighs and steps out of the cell. “I’ll be back later with your dinner, okay?” He slides the door shut. The electric keypad beeps. He gives Steve one last bittersweet look of affection through the wooden slats. “Try to relax. Get some rest. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Steve watches him leave, hears him take the steps back upstairs, opening and closing the door up there, more electronic locks beeping. Once Steve’s positive that he’s alone again, he inhales hugely and lets it out in a long, slow exhale. “Fuck,” he whispers, overwhelmed. This is not going to be easy.

Bucky

Bucky finds himself feeling melancholy as the day wears on. He thinks about Ian a lot, remembers how his husband had looked at him like he was a monster, when Bucky had finally confided his deepest secret. It was like watching a Manchurian candidate switch on; like the past three years hadn’t happened and he’d never even loved Bucky at all.

To feel better, he pulls some of Melissa for dinner, seasoning and cooking the meat sous vide. He lights the tall candlesticks on the dining room table in her honor and eats slowly, thinking about how she’d smiled up at him, that last time. She’d told Bucky that she was ready, that she knew she was crazy and Bucky could finally end it. He’d promised her he would. And then she’d smiled and cried and asked him for a kiss before she slipped under.

Bucky thinks it’s pretty fucked up, that he kissed her. Maybe even more fucked up than the fact that he’s sitting here eating her with a garlic velouté. But he can't help it. He loves the ones that find acceptance in the end. Melissa had been beautiful to him, then. Willingness is the ultimate fantasy, of course, but that's something which Bucky has come to realize he'll probably never get.

He sighs, sipping his glass of wine. It’s Sunday evening. He was supposed to be sharing a meal with Steve right now, laughing over stupid jokes and learning more about each other. Growing closer. Setting the stage for a future where he could finally be truly intimate with the person he loved.

Bucky’s so upset that this is how it’s played out. Melissa doesn’t even taste that good, his stomach churning the more he ruminates about it. He sets his fork down and rubs his forehead in stress, thinking of Steve. Fuck, he doesn’t want to lose him.

After dinner he sends a tray down in the dumbwaiter, carrying another. He passes Steve’s room and hears him call out, but Bucky doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want Steve to have to know any more about Eileen than is strictly necessary. She’s a horrible person, and Steve shouldn’t have to deal with her. Bucky sits Eileen up and feeds her her dinner, not bothering to talk to her. She’s teetering on the edge, he can tell. If he’s lucky, she’ll go catatonic. Then he won’t even have to make conversation. He wipes her mouth and asks her if she has to use the bathroom.

No answer.

He lays her back down, covering her with the blanket. She’s just depressing him now. Bucky takes a good, long look at her when he’s standing back at the door to her room, admiring his work and what he’s reduced her to. “Do you know why I did this to you?” he asks her, in an uncharacteristically morbid mood. “Hm?”

Slowly, she turns her head to look at him. She doesn’t say anything, which pisses Bucky off.

“It’s because you’re the lowest level of human scum. A mother’s supposed to protect her children, not offer them up for the slaughter.”

She blinks at him. “So you slaughtered me.”

He nods.

“How did I taste?”

Bucky shrugs. “Average.” He’s long since abandoned the notion that a person’s moral fiber affects their taste. It doesn’t. Bucky’s clients are romantic. They like to think that sex and age and race make a difference, but the sad fact of the matter is that underneath their skin, people are all the same—meat. “I dressed you up with a really nice red wine reduction,” he tells her, more to try and fuck with her emotions than anything else. “If that makes you feel better.”

“Why not him?” she asks, and Bucky knows who she means.

“Because you’re her mother!” he growls. “The one person a child is supposed to be able to count on, no matter what!” Not that he hadn’t considered taking the boyfriend, too, but that was a lot more work, and he’d never make a profit on a male anyways. “How can you even live with yourself? How could you let him in your home?!”

She infuriates him further by not caring. “I worked with what I had,” she says.

Bucky sees red. He immediately leaves the room and goes to grab a syringe of potassium chloride. “You’re done,” he tells her, then finds a vein and pushes. He watches as her heart stops and the light fades from her eyes.

Like always, he’s not as satisfied by the death as he wants. He doesn’t think he ever will be.

He’s not in the mood to harvest her, so he puts her on the cart and wheels her into the walk-in fridge, leaving her there to be dealt with later. He’ll send out an email tomorrow to see if he’s got any takers on fresh organ meats or ribs. Sometimes he gets lucky and can hock the entrails at full price.

If not, oh well. He’ll just make a nice paté.

Steve is reading a book when Bucky brings his dinner in. “Hey,” Bucky says, setting the tray down next to the mattress and taking a seat on the floor. He looks Steve over. He seems calm enough, which Bucky likes. “What are you reading?”

“Atlas Shrugged. You have a very well-rounded library,” he tells him. Then he catches sight of Bucky’s face and he looks him over more closely. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky’s lips twitch. “How do you know anything’s wrong?”

“I can tell,” he says simply. “You’re upset.”

Bucky stares at him, but eventually he huffs and gives up, looking away. “Eileen’s done,” he says. “It’s just you down here, now.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “You… you killed her?”

“Yeah.” Bucky sees him react. The kid is afraid. “Steve, I told you I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that,” he mutters. “But here I am, chained up in your basement.”

Bucky snorts and looks away. “Yeah. Touché.”

They’re both quiet then. Eventually Steve reaches for half of the turkey sandwich Bucky’s prepared for him. He lifts the top piece of bread and then looks to Bucky with a dubious eyebrow raised. “It’s ‘vegetarian’,” Bucky says, putting quotes on the word to let Steve know he means “people-free.”

Steve takes a bite so big that Bucky can’t help but feel warmed by how it means that Steve is trusting him. Steve chews and says, “What are you going to do with me?”

God, isn’t that the fucking dilemma of the year? Bucky shakes his head, frowning at the tray between them. “I don’t know.”

“...You could take me back upstairs,” Steve suggests. Bucky’s eyes shoot back up, alarmed. “Just to hang out!” Steve adds hastily. “We could spend time together, but then you could always put me back down here.”

Bucky sighs. Steve’s a smart cookie, he’ll give him that. “No,” he tells him. “You’re just trying to escape.”

“I’m not. I—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Steve shuts up abruptly, and Bucky feels bad for having snapped. He clenches his jaw and looks away. He hates seeing Steve afraid of him. “You shouldn’t have snuck down here, Steve,” he grumbles, pissed, because Steve has ruined everything. Bucky was so excited to finally get to be with someone, to start anew and do it right this time. But now they can’t even have that.

Really, he’s not even angry at Steve. He’s angry at himself. He’s never, ever left the door to the basement unlocked. It was a freak accident and it’s ruined all his plans. “Fuck,” he curses quietly, slapping his hand down onto the carpeted floor in frustration. He closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands. He feels so lost.

Before he knows it, he feels an arm wrapping around him. Steve has moved to his side and is trying to hold him comfortingly.

Bucky looks over, surprised. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmurs. “I’m sorry I went and messed it up. …I really did like you, before.”

Bucky’s heart constricts. “You did?” he asks, wanting to hear him say it again.

“Yeah.” Steve says, his voice so sad, like he’s lost all hope of ever finding someone to love, now. “I did.”

Bucky knows that he has to show Steve that they can still be together, that the important things haven’t changed. “I’m still me, Steve,” he promises. “And you’re still you. And we’re here together. We can still make it work.”

Steve makes a noise of protest, but Bucky hushes him. “I’m going to show you,” he says, already thinking about how he’ll do it. “You’ll see.” Steve’s face is doubtful as Bucky gets up, but Bucky is motivated now. He isn’t going to let Steve become just another captive. He’s going to make him see. He’s going to make him his.

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A growing Lily - pt. 1

Here we aaaare!!! Part 1 is finally ready...I hope you like it. Daddy is ready to show his love...chapter 1 is cute and soft, but the others 2 will be particularly detailed and full of love, sex and all the stuff we like so much! Enjoy!

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Word count:2012

Summary: You’re divorced. Elvis takes you and you little daughter to live with him.

Warnings: Nothing particular in chapter 1

Your marriage wasn’t meant to be a happy one. You knew it the moment you find out you were pregnant. Your husband didn't take the thing too well and left you. You didn't want to give up on your baby, so you kept on with your pregnancy alone. You were young and inexperienced, but you managed it very well and had a beautiful girl named Lily.

She was your only joy. One sunny afternoon she asked you to take her to the park to play. You didn't feel so good, but she insisted and you decided to take her out. A nice breath of fresh air would have helped you too.

You sat on a bench and she flew off to play. While you were watching her, a young man appeared and approached you. He had incredible blue eyes and dark blond hair. “Hi miss!” he said with a soft voice. You looked up: “Hello!”. “May I sit down?” he asked gently. “Of course!” you answered. He sat next to you and started to talk. You ignored him. “I’m Elvis, by the way. You got a name, li'l gal?”

“Y/n!” you replied without looking at him. “Y/n? Why, that's a real pretty name. Where you from? I ain't seen you aroun' here before.”

You heard him keep on asking things about you. The thing bothered you, but at the same time you found him interesting. “I’m in town since a month!”

He looked at you surprised: “You’ve been here for a month, and I ain't seen you 'til now? Man, I must be blind! I never met a gal as pretty as ya before.”

You coughed. Then Lily ran to you. "Mommy can we play now?".

Elvis was shocked and enchanted at the same time: “Why, what is this? We got ourselves a momma's little girl here?” He kneeled down in front of Lily and started to make funny faces. “Who's this little princess?”

You smiled: “This is Lily, my daughter”. He turned to her. “Well, hellooo Lily! Ya look just like your momma!” He winked at you. Lily giggled. "Who's he mama?"

Elvis pinched her cheek: “I’m a good friend of mommy, Lily. My name is Elvis! Can you say it?”. She smiled and repeated: “Eylvis?!:” He laughed and you smiled as Lily ran away to play. “Boy she’s the cutest thing I've ever seen!” he said. “You and your husband should be very proud!”.

“Well, in fact I am!”. Elvis noticed something bothered you. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I’m…I’m not married! I was!”

He tried to understand. “Was, huh? So you ain't married anymore?” He looked at you sadly.

You shook your head and looked up: “Well...he left me while I was pregnant of Lily!”

He turned agry: “He...what??? Now that were just plain awful. Now, a gal like you shouldn't be all alone. Ain't ya got nobody here for ya?”

You hated pity and compassion from others. “Oh don't worry, I can manage everything pretty well!”. He put a hand on your shoulder causing you to shiver inside. “Ya really think ya can raise a child all by yourself? A child needs a man, sugar, someone to protect 'em!”. He was getting more involved as time passed. You looked down. “I can't force him to stay with me if he doesn't want to!”. Elvis grabbed your hand and looked deeply into your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about him!!”

You looked at him for a while. You couldn't believe what he was saying.

“Elvis…!?”. Thousands of thoughts flipped through your mind. He was practically offering you a new home, a new life, with him and Lily. You took back your hand from his.

“Why would you do that? I mean...why would you take a girl with a daughter? You're not worried about what people could say!?

He laughed loudly. “Y/n, I don't care 'bout what them other fools might say. All I care now is 'bout you, and 'bout that precious little girl. If ya say yes, you're gonna be my wife and she’s gonna be my little girl. We're gonna be a family! A real family!”

He smiled at you and you slowly looked up at him and smiled back. “Are you serious?”

He turned serious: “Dead as a rock, y/n. I’ll be your man for the rest o' ya life!” As he slowly leaned towards you, Lily laughed loudly pointing her little finger to you. He smiled and gently picked Lily up on his lap. “Why, look at that. Seems like your little princess here wants us to be together!” Lily smiled, she seemed to know what's good for you. He kissed you again, this time more passionately. Lily pulls out her arms to him. "Daddy!?" He blushed and held her in his arm.

"Come here, my little angel. Come to daddy". Lily smiled and hugged him tightly. You looked at them, a little worried. You were certainly pleased about the situation, but you were afraid of rushing things, especially for your little girl. You didn't want to hurt her in any way.

You tried to get Lily back and explained to her that he’s no daddy.

Elvis held her tightly. “Ah come on, y/n, don't be angry with her. Lil' Lily is happy, aren't ya honeybee?” He sat Lily back on his lap and put his nose on hers. "Awww, look at ya little angel! Daddy loves ya, Lily." Lily touched his face and looked at him with her bright blue eyes. You were melting inside at that sight and you were feeling that maybe that young man could really change your life.

“Elvis you don’t have to do it…” you told him seriously.

He pinched your cheek: “Don’t worry, don't ya just see that we're bonding too well? Me, you, and lil' Lily, we can be a real family! You just have to say yes!” Lily smiled and kissed Elvis' nose.

You were tempted to tell him yes right there, but suddenly a strange fear pierced your heart. You saw all your past life in a second: the marriage, the separation, the divorce…you were not ready to face all these things again. “I...I can’t, I’m sorry!” You got up from the bench and took Lily in your arms: "C’mon Lily, time to go home".

Elvis stood speechless as he watched you going away. Lily looked at him and started to cry: "No, mama! I wanna stay with Eylvis!". You tried to calm down Lily and took her way home. Elvis stood up and ran after you: “Y/n, ya can’t take away my little angel!”. You looked at him firmly: “Elvis please, she's not yours and you know it!” He stood up and went after you. Lily was still crying "Daddy…Eylvis!".

He grabbed you from behind.  “Y/n you can't do it…”.

You tried to explain your reasons very calmly: “Elvis please, if you want to do it, I'm ok, but I can't do it in a snap! It’s a thing that has to be settled with time and patience...”

He nodded: “Why, of course! Of course I’ll be a gentleman 'bout it. I’ll give ya all the time ya need. But remember, this is just between you and me...and your little angel over here. Now, ain't this a real pretty picture of a family?”  He held you both tight against him. You looked at him a little scared, but at the same time you felt relieved and happy.

You gave him your hand. “Listen, I'll think about that, ok?”. He kissed your hand: “You take all the time ya need, darlin'” then he looked at Lily. "Awwww, what a cute little angel. Do you know who's your daddy, Lily? Yeah, Eylvis is your daddy now!” Lily looked at you, smiling. You felt strange inside. For the first time you thought maybe you really needed someone, and most of all you’re enthusiastic about how much Lily loves Elvis.

He tickled Lily. “It's like this little honeybee knows just what's best for us. And now I got a little mission for ya, y/n!”

“A mission?” you asked.

“Yeah. I want you to go home and gather all the things that you and Lily need for you to be living with me from now on. I want it all ready in 'bout two days. What ya say 'bout that?

You stopped and stared at him. “Two days?? Oh Elvis, how can I…? I mean, it's happening so fast, I have to be sure I can trust you. I can't let this thing hurt me or Lily!”

He grabbed your hand again and his eyes were pointing right at yours. “Ya can trust all I say. Look how I love your little angel. Look how she loves me!” He kissed Lily on the forehead.

You were starting to trust him and you decided to give him a try. “You know what, you're right! I'm in!

He was filled with joy and he held you tight. “Oh y/n you’re making me so happy! We’ll be the best family ever!” Lily smiled again. "Ya, daddy!" and she hugged you both. Elvis smiled, kissed you and Lily and left. You looked after him, your face was a mixture of joy and excitement, but you were still a little worried.

In the following day you kept thinking about him and his proposal. He was offering you a stable home and a new life. You were really concerned, but you thought you had nothing to lose. You trusted him. He told you that was not the first time he saw you. He had spotted you and Lily many times before, but he never had had the courage to talk to you. And now he was practically asking you to marry him. Legally or not. All these thoughts were bouncing in your head, as you started to gather things you and Lily may need to go with him. Before you left, you took Lily in your arms and asks her what she thought about Elvis; you wanted to be sure that she would be really happy. You were still in doubt, but Lily gave you the courage to go ahead. She loved Elvis very much; she kept on calling him daddy and the way they bonded at the park was really amazing.

Two days after, he came to pick you up with his car. He got off and ran to hug you and Lily: “My precious girls…”. Then he turned to you. “Ready?”. You nodded and seated in the car. He drove away…away from your past, from your husband and from all the bad things that happened to you.

He took you to his home, a beautiful country home with a big garden.

He was enthusiastic. “Hey, look! The whole gang is waiting for us!!”. You were concerned: “Elvis who are these people? I thought we would be alone…”

He smiled at you grabbing your cheek. “Oh don't ya worry. My friends are the best fellas you could ask for. They'll keep us safe and happy, honey. Now, come with me, I’ll show ya around!” He parked and Lily gets out of the car and hugs him. Then all the others came, one after the other welcoming the new family member. Elvis opened the door and helped you to get out of the car.

You stopped and watch all the wonderful things around you: “This place is amazing!”

“I told ya!” You smiled and followed Elvis. Lily looked at the guys. They were dressed in a way she had never seen before. She pulled you close laughing: "Mommy, are they cowboys?"

You laughed back: “Of course they are my love, aren't they Elvis?" You winked at him. He played your game.

“You betcha, Lily! These guys are the best! Now, let’s go meet 'em all!”  You looked at Elvis. You kiss passionately. You felt really in love with him. Then you hug each other. You heard noises behind you, but you don't worry about it. You don't care what others think, because you are finally happy.

*

[spookymultimedia]

That Funny Feeling

When Cartman discovers his intersex condition he's excited to tell everyone, but they don't react the way he expects.

Liane drove home quietly from the doctors office with a distant look in her eye. Little Eric Cartman was sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window with a small smile. After weeks of threatening the doctors for answers about his body, they finally confessed that he was intersex. He had partial androgen insensitivity to be exact. He was told there was a possibility that he could develop gynecomastia soon. He was 12 years old and his chest already looked different from the chests his friends have. It wasn't firm or flat like Kyle's, it was all squishy and weird. It felt wonderful to finally understand what was going on with his body. In fact, he actually felt kinda special and proud. He was different from other kids. He had a mix of male and female features. It was obviously a sign that he was a God trapped in the form of a young boy. But soon enough everyone would see his beauty and power and worship him at his feet. He was excited to tell the guys about this. He kicked his feet gleefully and hummed to himself.

He glanced up at his Mom. She had that look on her face that she usually made when she was mad at him. What the fuck did he do now? Was she upset that he told the doctor he would call the police and report him as a sex offender if he didn't explain why his body was different? It was completely necessary. It was like pulling teeth to force that doctor to tell him he was intersex. It wasn't like the police were going to believe him or anything. He just knew his Mom was gonna give him shit when he got home. She should now better than to talk to a God like that. Why should she have to listen to her?

Once she pulled into the driveway he sighed, preparing himself for the lame ass lecture he was going to get. But it was quiet. She walked into the house with him without a single word about his empty threats to the doctor's office.

"Mom, can you believe it? I'm intersex! I'm the coolest fucking kid on the block! Isn't that wonderful!?"

He walked into the house with a skip in his step. He looked over at her. She just sat on the couch and buried her head in her hands.

"Mom? Are you listening to me!?"

She just sat there quietly. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry. He stood there frozen in confusion. This was good news. Wasn't it?

"Mom. . .?" He mumbled. He walked closer to her. She pulled her head up and looked at him.

"Don't tell anyone else about this, do you hear me?" She commanded. His throat suddenly felt dry. He stared at her trying to understand what she meant. There was a weird funny feeling deep inside of him that he felt in his stomach. It grew the longer she stared at him like that.

". . What?"

"Don't you dare say a word about this to anyone! No one needs to know about this." Her tone was harsh.

"Why?"

She just continued to cry.

"Why? Why, God why?" She breathed out.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at her. He walked up to his room and immediately picked up the phone on his desk. He called Stan and waited.

"Hello?" It was Sharon.

"I want to speak to Stan." He demanded. She sighed and yelled out for Stan.

"What is it?"

"I have something to tell you guys! Meet me by Starks Pond! Tell Kyle to come and I'll get Kenny!" He said in a rush.

"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"What? No way!"

"Dude, just tell us at school tomorrow."

"Ugh fine, whatever." He hung up the phone.

The next Morning he ran up to the bus stop with a bounce in his step. He hummed to himself with a smile, waiting on Stan and Kyle. He grinned wide when he saw Stan and Kyle coming.

"You guys!! I have the best news ever!" He called out.

"What?" Kyle asked and walked up next to the bus stop. Kenny walked over to face Cartman.

"Yesterday I found out why my body is so different!"

"Cus you're a fattass?" said Kyle.

"Ey! Don't call me fat! It's not that! Guys! I'm intersex! Is that hella cool or what!?" He shouted proudly.

He was met with silence. Kyle and Stan blinked at him.

Kenny cocked his head, "Huh?"

"What? What the fuck does that mean?" Kyle asked.

"You're gay?" Stan asked stunned.

"What!? No!" He shook his head, "You know! Intersex!"

"I've never heard of that." It was Kyle's turn to cock his head.

"I- well you see-. It's uh- I have male and female features."

Kyle furrowed his eyebrows, "What!? No way that's impossible. You can't have a dick and a vagina!"

"That's not what I mean!"

"Wait, you're not a boy!?" Stan asked wide eyed.

"No, I am a boy Stan!" Cartman yelled.

"But you said you're a boygirl!" Kyle said accusingly

"I said I have male and female features! I mean, physically!"

"Cartman you do not have a vagina! I know you have a dick!" Kyle asked.

Cartman smacked his hand on his forehead, "I never said I had one asshole!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I. . .- I mean. My chest, my voice. Kyle I don't have any balls."

"Yes you do they're just tiny and shoved up your fatass!"

"No I don't!"

"Whatever, I don't have time for this."

At school, Cartman searched up intersex conditions on a school computer and proved to Kyle that he wasn't making this up. But Kyle accepted that being intersex is a real thing, but he wasn't convinced that Cartman was intersex. He didn't understand why Cartman would lie about something like that; unless he wasn't lying. He didn't know how to feel about it.

When Cartman told the teachers they just looked at him with pity, or worse, disgust . They all felt sorry for him. He couldn't understand what they all felt so sorry about.

"Okay so you're a boy but you're also not a boy?" Stan asked after school.

"No Stan! You're not listening to me! Being male, female or intersex is a physical thing!"

"Well duh. Boys have dicks and girls have vaginas and boobs while you're something between that."

"What? No. Being classified as male and being a boy are two different things!"

"Is it because your outsides don't match with your insides? Are you transgender or something?" Kyle asked.

"What? No. I'm just a special type of boy!"

". . .but. . .your body isn't a boy body."

"Boy is a gender! Not a fucking sex category!"

It was quiet for a moment.

"Are . . .are you saying being a boy isn't a physical thing?" Stan asked.

"Yeah dumbass."

"Then. . .what makes you a boy?"

Eric scrunched his nose at him. He wasn't sure how to answer that. He just felt it.

"I just am one, okay?"

No one was taking him seriously. They all refused to accept his body as the beautiful holy thing it was. Maybe they would understand his glory once his body was fully developed. Maybe they just couldn't see how special he was yet.

They all walked into his house. He grabbed a paper from the doctor on the table and handed it to Kyle. "See, it says it right there, I'm classified as intersex."

Kyle stared at the paper and blinked at it. He was telling the truth.

"Holy shit." Kyle mumbled. He stared at Cartman again. He took a good look at him. He looked at his face. His arms. His waist. "You do seem a little different."

"Look." Cartman pulled off his sweater and top and exposed his chest. The other three gathered close. "See? I'm developing boobs."

"Are you sure it's not fat?" Kyle said, staring at the small lump.

"No,it feels different from fat. There's like, breast stuff inside it or whatever." He poked it. There was something under there, "Kenny, touch it. You know about boobs. Doesn't it feel like a boob?"

Kenny took off his glove and looked at Cartman again for consent.

"Go on, touch it."

Kenny gently patted at it and moved it around. It hurt a bit when he tried to squeeze it.

"Mm!" Cartman flinched with a grimace.

"Sorry." Kenny mumbled and pulled his hands away, "they are boobs!"

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked Cartman, wide eyes.

"It hurts a little." He mumbled and rubbed where it hurt.

"It hurts??" Kyle said, shocked.

"Yeah it's all tender and stuff." He slipped his shirt back on.

"How big are they gonna get?"

"I don't know."

Liane walked upstairs from the laundry room and looked at them. She saw the paper in Kyle's hand and looked angry.

"Eric! I told you not to tell anyone!" She yelled.

"Whatever! It's my body!"

She stormed out of the house and slammed the door.

The three looked at Cartman.

"What- what was it you weren't allowed to say?" Kyle looked at him stunned.

"That I'm intersex."

"What? Why the hell not?"

He shrugged.

"I don't understand what's wrong with that. It's just your body."

"I donno." He mumbled, that funny feeling he felt when he came home yesterday returned.

"Are you going to get a period one day?" Kyle asked.

Cartman sighed, "No Kyle, I don't have a uterus, I just have ovaries."

". . .huh?"

He sighed, "Whatever, I'm tired of this conversation."

"Hey I heard there's a Phillip and Terrance video game that came out! Let's go see if the video store still has any available to buy!" Stan suggested after suddenly remembering.

"Yeah!" Kyle said with a smile.

"Yeah okay," Cartman mumbled.

[jean-dieu]

Are you still doing the Amorous Asks? If so , why not 4, 8, and 11 for the oc of your choice!

I'm SO Damn late but thank you for the ask!! <3 I'm still answering it though hehe (for Raphaël) :

4. Is there someone your OC has met who they would find physically attractive, if only their personality were not so repulsive? (Or that they find attractive and really wish they didn’t…)

I mean, Raphaël's just a man, haha. He's not the type of man to put many thoughts in someone's appearance, but he still finds people attractive sometimes. A good example would be Camellia. She's pretty for sure, but her arrogant personality wasn't sitting right with Raphaël right at the begining, and OF COURSE it never got any better (spoiler, quite the contrary). He doesn't think much about it though, as her appearance doesn't mean much in his eyes. Yes, she's pretty, and she's also a terrible person, which is a SLIGHTLY more important thing haha.

8. Does your OC need to be in love with someone to consider having sex with them? Or are the two things completely seperate for them?

With a vow of celibacy AND Chastity, casual sex or one night stand are a huge no for him. Falling in love is an obligatory first step to even consider sex in the question. Though for a long time, Raphaël really thought he was immune to fall in love because he's an idiot.

11. Has your OC ever read (or otherwise engaged with) a guide to romance and/or lovemaking? Have they had a chance to put this learning into practice?

Beside the basic knowledge of humanoid biology, he never read anything about that haha. He's pretty much clueless when he starts dating Sosiel, and he's just doing his very best and navigating love completely blind. The fact Sosiel's the opposite as he has read a lot of romance novels and all is quite funny to me, as they're acting both very differently during their first weeks together even though none of them had previous experience before.

[faerunsbest]

Paused to think that after everything he actually doesn't have a massive sex drive and just kind of likes attention in smaller ways

He watched them at the bar before karlach grabbed his arm and dragged him along. He could feel his ear twitch at all the noise, this used to be nightly. All this noise, all this smell...

" you're so quiet tonight my friend, all is well?"

Astarion was immediately pulled back to the moment, looking across to wyll holding out a wine bottle for him. Astarion took it, tilting it back read the label. His eyebrows perked up and gave a familiar lopsided smirk.

" oh, thank you indeed."

Karlach grinned at him seemingly waiting for an answer

" well?!"

" darling I can't hear a damn thing you said over this rabble"

He waved dramatically at the drunken crowd waddling around them. Wyll just laughed as karlach leaned closer to ask

" c'mon what's the wildest thing you've done together? Wyll just told us about laezels special belts!"

Astarion held his smile, gave a dry laugh and placed the bottle down.

" I think I've had enough, thank you."

Wyll blinked, him and karlach glancing at each other worried before astarion seemed to melt into the crowd.

" shit, I didn't think about it..."

Wyll looked around for him worried lying. Karlach scratched the back of her hand.

" kinda wish he'd just yell at us, I feel bad."

"US? You asked!"

Elsewhere, just upstairs astarion found himself flopped on his bed frustrated with himself. He frowned at the ceiling as if it had committed some unforgivable wrong. It was a perfectly acceptable question by his standard. In fact, he'd had this conversation after the first time. He'd even l laughed as he relayed the tale. Looking back, guilt panged in his chest.

Laying there he found himself angry as he realized that he'd been mocking a gift, a gift he didn't deserve.

He rolled over and grumbled, pausing to look at the small glint of light on the bedside table. A smile tugged at his frown, he reached out and took one of the little round cufflinks in his fingers. He rolled it between his fingers and smiled, remembering how exciting it was to get a gift. Even all covered in blood and viscera.

" it'll look good with your red coat!"

Sitting up he looked down at his shoes and chuckled at the lace that didn't quite match.

Across the room he hadn't noticed halsin polishing a bracers.

" it's funny you know."

Astarion blinked and looked over suddenly embarrassed and unsure why.

" You, You are the last person I expected to falk so hard."

Astarion just stared at halsin, trying to mask his bewilderment.

" You should see yourself, the you then. If he could see you now."

Astarion smirked and placed the cufflink back as he stood up.

" what do you mean?"

" I see how you look when she isn't watching. I see you."

Halsin smiled knowingly at him