#we really back on the citrus scale huh

[xxxanimangxxx]

2019 truly is the year of bringing many people back into their cringe middle school phase.

THE CITRUS SCALE??? REALLY??

[necrophytes]

After School Study Sesh?

Hopping back on my bullshit with some Wrestleboy!Chris :^) anyway catch the full thing on my Twitter

[plush-rabbit]

Thorn In Your Mouth

Request: I'm not quite sure if requests are open, but if they are, may I please request some nsfw noncon with Lucifer or Satan from obey me with a fem! MC?

They're demons, and they love quite differently from humans. One could say their love is overly suffocating and affectionate…

Warning: Noncon

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: i think i made him more jealous in this so,,, hope you like it??

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It was sweet at first to have Satan fret over you, to care for you in such a way that made you feel safe, but you soon learned that you craved your space, that you missed whenever you could just go out without having to worry about him getting angry at you. He might have directed his wrath towards you at first, but it was never in this way, never in such a jealousy, overwhelming way that you made you grit your teeth and glare at his back. A part of you knows that this is what you signed up for- he’s a demon, one born out of wrath no less, but you didn’t want that to cloud you. You wanted to see the good in him. But even so, he’s still a demon- a possessive one that fears losing you more than anything.

“Where were you?” He asks, his voice steady and eyes piercing into yours. “I tried calling you but-” he tilts his head and an uncomfortable grin pulls at his lips- “you didn’t answer.”

You’re tired of it all. You’re exhausted and just want to borrow a book that could help you sleep. You’re the one to break eye contact with him fist, turning around and rubbing your hand over your neck. “I don’t know Satan, I was just out with friends.” You grab at a book, the title written in thin letters and eager to be done with the conversation, you accept it. “It’s no biggie.” It shouldn’t be and it isn’t. And yet, anxiety still plagues your body.

The exit is near, the doors closed and the light in the hallway, a dim glow signaling that it is indeed time for bed. You make your way, only to be halted by Satan’s hand wrapping around your wrist. “It is a ‘biggie’-” he quotes, annoyance a sliver on his tongue- “when you don’t tell me where or who you’re going out with.” His grip tightens on you and your hand grows stiff, a twinge of fear pooling against your stomach. “What if you were hurt? What then?” You narrow your eyes at him and feebly try to pull away your arm from him. He doesn’t relent. “Where were you?”

Finding it much easier to just tell the truth and get it over with, you sigh. “I was out with friends, Satan. Some imps and incubi from the seventh period. You know them,” you add, hoping that it’ll jog his memory and remind him that it’s mutual friends that he’s so worried about. “We went to the mall and got some ice cream there.”

“Multiple people you went out with then, huh.” You raise your brows, your eyes glancing back to where your wrist is held in his hand. “And if I am their friend- as you say- then why wasn’t I invited?”

You shrug, giving him a puzzled stare. “I don’t know. You weren’t in class. You had some lunch to go to with those friends of yours. We’ll invite you next time.” You yank at your wrist, only to be met with a tighter hold. “Satan. Let go.”

“Do you love me?” He asks, the tension in the room is lost on him and you look at him with an incredulous look, surprised that he would even ask you that at a time like this. “Because I love you. I’m a good partner. I listen and I kiss you and yet, you go around with a group of demons and do who-knows-what while I sit at home waiting for you to come back.”

The meaning of his words aren’t lost on you. Your arm is stretched, extended out as he still holds a grip on you but you need the distance as slight as it may be. “Are you implying that I cheated on you?” He doesn’t respond and stays with his eyes locked on yours. “Satan, I went out with friends. That’s it! Nothing more and nothing less. What the actual fuck.” You take a deep breath and shake your head, the book now discarded on the table beside you. “You know what? Just let go. We can talk about this tomorrow. I’m not in the mood right now.” Your eyes catch at the underside of the door where the light remains steady, the yellow glow teasing at you where freedom lies. “Satan, you’re hurting me.” You hope that that is enough to make him realize what he’s doing.

You’re pushed over the edge of the table, your stomach painfully pressing against the edge of the wood. Your hands flail for a moment, patting and scratching against the table, your legs tense as you call his name, anger evident in your voice. “What the fuck is your problem?” You hiss out, your palms against the table only to be pulled away and grabbed in his hands. “Satan,” you call his name, worry and fear intertwining together. He remains silent, the heel of his shoe clicking against the floor as he presses himself close to you, his groin pressed against your rear. “Satan, what the fuck are you doing?”

There's a crackle of energy that fills your ear, a popping sound akin to Black Cats, the smell of mahogany and citrus in the air as his hands tighten around you. Skin slips away, a harsh press against the back of your head as you’re pushed into the warming wood, and you’re frozen in fead. The room, while devoid of talk, is filled with noise- the buzzing of the electricity, the cracking of his tail and the deep breaths that he takes, the high sound of his zipper becoming undone and the clicking of his shoes. The noise is driving you insane, blood in your ears as you gasp out his name, trying to turn your head, but only being able to face the wall, and you catch a g,impe of yourself in a mirror, faced down with a demon towering behind you.

“You know that I love you, right?” Something sharp replaces where his hands used to be, thorns piercing into your tender skin as you feel his hands hook on the waistband of your jeans. Your breath stops, and something heavy pools on your tongue. “I do everything right by you and yet-” his nails scratch against your skin- “you treat me like trash. You treat me as if I don’t matter.” Cold air meets your warm skin and you’re left in your underwear and shirt, your sex covered by thin fabric. “Do I not matter to you?” He says your name and it isn’t something sweet, it isn’t something that makes you feel warm. It’s something that sounds too foul to be said out loud. He’s ruined your name in just one simple sentence.

“You matter Satan,” you whisper, clenching your sex. Your eyes are unmoving, watching your distant reflection that has a monster behind you, their hands on your underwear and tearing it from your body. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard to your ears. “Satan, sweetheart, please. Let’s talk, okay? Please.”

“Then why didn’t you pick up my calls?” The tip of his cock is pressed against your thigh, something cool leaking down your leg in a slimy trail. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going out? Were you keeping it a secret from me?” You shake your head, rubbing along the wood and his hand returns to your head, yanking at your hair and pulling on the strands until you rise and are brought on your knees before him. “No? Really? You’re going to lie to me?”

His erection is close to you, close enough to feel the heat, to see how the tip leaks with his pearling semen. “I’m not-”

“If you’re going to lie, then I'd rather just put your mouth to better use.” He grabs your face, dark green scales that run along his body and trail at his thighs. Your nose is pushed against the underside of his cock, his ridges pressing into you and semen already leaking onto your hairline. His scent is strong, suffocating as he pulls you back, your mouth opening when he twists at your hair, a sharp scream that is soon muffled by his cock entering your mouth. “Make sure you get it wet enough. It’s my cock that I’m going to stick in your little holes.”

Wasting no time, you’re pushed to the base of his cock, your nose buried in his pubic hair. He holds you there, letting his cockhead drip down your throat with his heavy semen. Your tongue is pressed flat against the underside of his ridges, the pointed end of his cock ticking at the back of your throat as he starts to move.

It’s a slow choking motion, his cock filling your mouth only to empty it in a way that makes you feel dumb enough to breathe. Every breath is stuck, lodged in the back of your throat and leaving you a choking mess against his cock. He wastes no time, holding the sides of your head and pushing himself inside of you, using your mouth as his own toy.

Each thrust of his cock has your stomach rising, acid billowing in the base of your throat, his scent and cologne mixing together to overstimulate yourself. Your name is whispered, a soft prayer under his tongue as he deflies your mouth, semen spilling and filling your mouth, tears that sting against your eyes and drip past your chin. It’s harsh, and unforgiving and in your head you curse him and plead to whatever God there is, that he’ll let you live and walk away, that this is some horrific nightmare to make you into a follower. You choke and cy, your throat constricting and face becoming hot, shame and horror flooding throughout your body and you’re left sobbing against his cock.

His hands are rough, nothing like you know them to be, his words soft as ever and yet, you’re still pushed down to the table with your jaw slack and drool dripping down your chin and tears mixing with the heavy liquid. Your mouth is stained with his semen, white bubbling out past your lips as you meet your reflection once more. Your legs are spread and you can only think of saying his name, to have your hands paw pitifully at the table as you call him through a broken mantra.

You’re glad that you listened to him, that you did get his cock wet enough to slip in you without fuss. It’s a slight pinch, sharp and twisting inside of you as your thrusted into, your chest pressed against the wooden table. Everything is on high alert, all your senses overloaded as your sex is filled, ridges tickling inside your walls. Each thrust clicks, a wet snap as he pushes himself inside of you, his tail wrapping around your throat and yanking you upwards, a string of drool snaps against your chin as it’s ripped from the desk. The tip of his tail is thick, filling your mouth as it rests on your tongue, the edges poking against the inside of your cheeks. You’re lifted, your legs bent and resting on the table as he pushes inside of you, your cunt fluttering against him as his base thickens, warm seed coating your walls.

He pulls out of you, and you whisper a soft thank you, your head turning, the red wood clouding your vision. You ignore the feeling of his hand that crawls over your rear, that tickles against your curve and pushes against your taint.

“No, no,” you moan, your body weak and in pain to stop him from continuing. Not like this Satan, please.” But he’s too overwhelmed to listen to you, pressing the slender tip of his cock against the rim of your hole and pushing inside of you.

You squeal and it’s enough for him to push himself inside of you, each curve and ridge filling and marking the inside of you. Your body spasms, your cunt warm and dripping with his semen. His tail pushes deeper inside of you, choking you and letting you taste your spit and his seed that still lingers.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear. “Please,” he begs, holding your body as he enters you. His teeth sink into your shoulder, the pain twisting together leaving you tense and biting on his tail, your tongue pressed firmly against a ridge.

“It hurts,” you mewl, your hands cupping over your breasts to stop the shameful movement. “‘M sorry,” you mumble, your tongue swishing over his tail. With you being stretched, you can feel him in certain areas that makes your body tense and flex. Despite the uncaring nature, you still react to him, shaking and tightening yourself around him, calling his name as you drool over his tail and onto your shirt.

“I love you,” Satan mutters, “I love you,” he repeats, holding you close to him, feeling his heart pump against your back, feeling it rattle against you. “I love you,” he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and words sweet enough to make tears spring to your eyes. He thrusts inside of you, his arms hooking under your knees and horns grazing and picking up strands of your hair as he presses harsh kisses against his bite mark.

You can feel his seed, hot and heavy, flooding inside of your walls and drenching past your heated core, staining the floor beneath you and splattering onto the table legs. With a quick glance, your eyes are strained and your thin arousal mixes in with his semen, coating at his cock and leaving your cunt in syrupy strands. Your legs are lowered, too strained and weak, your latch onto the desk, your bottom lip trembling as you try to remain steady.

Cotton fills your mind, a drug that is welcomed as the ache in your lower regions start to sharpen and dull. Colors mix and the slightest movement has you closing your mouth tightly, your hands already grasping around his neck and clinging to him for dear life. “Don’t drop me,” you plead in a delicate voice, turning to press your nose against his chest.

His hum is deep in his chest, rumbling softly like a distant storm that lulls you to sleep. His hands are soft, rubbing over the parts where he hits, and shushing you when you let out a high-pitched whine. His lips press against your forehead and his hands are soft. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispers, humming as he nuzzles his face close to yours. “Are you tired?” You nod. “Then let’s go to sleep, okay?”

[nastyatticman]

fuck it i’m posting this

remember that billy x oc smut i teased earlier? here it is! i have more to this but here’s what i’m comfortable posting for now >:3c

Billy Lenz X Chance, a trans male OC. No full on intercourse but they get pretty hot and heavy. I’d say this is a Lime on the citrus scale.

Summary: After weeks of pursuit, Billy Lenz gets some alone time with his new obsession. / Chance finally meets the asshole who’s been making obscene offers over the phone, and he’s honestly kind of into it... 

Warnings: Non con/dub con into consensual. Trans male character with some female coded language to refer to his body. All characters are in their 20s but there’s a vague line that alludes to Chance’s childhood.

it almost seemed like I could get away - but his unpredictability was on his side. I’m pinned down by billy lenz as he’s finally caught me, all part of some sick game he’s been playing. the threat of the mystery caller - that creep on the phone who’s been dying to shove his tongue up my tight piggy cunt (his words, not mine) - seemed so distant before but it’s real now. if only I’d known to investigate the noises I’d heard at night…

I don’t know what he’s got planned for me as he pins me down on the couch, wrists held down above my head in one of his hands. but there’s something oddly tender about the way his free hand strokes my cheek before he presses his thumb against my lips, wanting me to open for him. I part my lips and let him in, suck on his thumb as he slowly fucks it in and out of my mouth.

this pleases him. “greedy little cunt,” he says teasingly, starting to probe my mouth with his thumb. running it over the sharp points of my teeth, pressing down on my tongue. “all worked up and sucking my thumb like it’s my fat, juicy cock. haven’t even got it out yet, must be fucking dripping for me.”

I don’t do much - I can’t do much in this position - my roommates are out of the house for the next couple hours, and who knows who could help me out here when the pervert who’s been hiding our attic has pounced on me? at the very least, we’re in the front room on the couch across from the window, and anyone who’s on the street could probably see me. pinned down under his weight, no doubt looking filthy as he presses a knee between my legs.

the pressure on my clothed sex makes me gasp slightly, and he just pushes deeper in my mouth. his obscene muttering continues, taunting me for how badly I must want him. he remembers, the way I’d pick up the phone and hang up the second I realized it was him. it made him switch tactics - pretending to be someone running a fundraiser or telling me I won a free cruise to the Bahamas, then flipping the switch and revealing who it really was.

that just pissed me off even more! but even so, I just avoided staying on the line... I try to think about what I could’ve done to provoke this, but the reality of him above me, physically here to make good on his promises, fills my head with a haze.

good thing he remembers for me.

“go fuck a light socket, pig,” he sneers, in an unnerving impression of my voice. “took you long enough to figure out it was me. who else would call you?”

he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, but doesn’t give me time to respond. “I never hear your friends on the phone, no one asks for you, it’s just little old Billy calling for you, isn’t it?” he pokes my nose, almost playfully.

I start to speak but he just grinds his knee against me, and chuckles when my body reacts to his friction. “you like that?”

“I -“ 

words fail me. all I can do is nod and whine and hope he doesn’t stop, it feels so good. my head rolls back slightly, and I struggle to keep my eyes on him.

“if you like that you’re going to love this.”

he reaches his hands behind my back, pulling me up to a sitting position. in the sudden movement I almost don’t realize he’s released my hands. but then he grabs my wrist again, and guides it up his thigh to grope at the growing bulge in his pants. 

“gonna love how this feels splitting you open,” he continues, pressing my hand against his hardening cock, almost like he’s using me to jerk himself off. “when’s the last time you had something this big in your tight little cunt?”

“I - I don’t know,” I respond, my arousal and nerves making it hard to respond coherently. I mean, not that he’s very coherent either, but I still feel like I’m going to screw something up and he’s going to disappear, back to wherever he came from. never to be seen or heard from again. it scares me. but then again, if he’s been in our attic… he’s seen enough of me already, he would’ve left earlier if he was going to. “I had finals, I haven’t had time to... “

“aww, you poor, needy thing,” he coos, pulling me into his lap. “don’t worry, billy’s gonna fill you up.” he grabs my hips and grinds up against me, and it throws me off balance. I fall forward, and brace myself on either side of him. I’m able to use the back of the couch to push myself up to sit again, to grind back against him. 

my face is close enough to his now that I can smell his sour breath, see his half lidded eyes watch me bouncing on his lap. watch me like he must have been for days? weeks? there’s a sick part of me, deep down, that gets a thrill knowing he’s been watching me all along. and now he’s at just the right angle to see my cleavage down my shirt. 

this seems to … inspire him. his hands leave my hips and I hear the zipper. I can tell by the way he’s moving - shaking, almost - that he’s taken that juicy cock he’s bragged about in his hand and he’s jerking it for all it’s worth. but he won’t leave me out of the fun, of course - he guides my hand to it, and I gasp when I realize I can barely get my fingers around it. he only smirks at me in response, moving my hand for me.

  I swallow, collecting myself. “please, I want you inside me.”

he stops completely - narrowing his eyes at me. his grip still tight on my wrist, though he’s moved it away from his body.

“say that again.”

“um,” I say. “I want you inside me.” his gaze is burning through me. here it is, isn’t it? Chance fucked up and did something weird without even realizing and now this guy doesn’t want anything to do with him, just like the kids at school.

but he doesn’t leave me, doesn’t even let go. just stares at me.

“I mean, if you want… we don’t have to,” I say finally. “do you want to? we can stop.”

he’s looking at me like I’ve grown another head. every bit of sex advice a straight person has ever given me is going through my head right now. on one hand, I know I should ask for consent and all first right? on the other… have I ruined the mood? is it really a sin to talk about it? 

“no!” he says suddenly. “don’t stop, keep going, I - I want you too.” 

the way he says that - there’s an air of seriousness to it, like he’s declared his last will and fucking testament or something.

I turn the tables on him - nod and smirk and guide his hand to my crotch, letting him brush against me through my clothes. it’s not much, since the fabric of my pants is so thick, but seeing his eyes light up as he starts rubbing me more is worth it all.

I start to unbutton my pants, then suddenly remember where I am. the curtains are open, sunlight coming in from the front window. right. anyone on the street could see us like this.

“wait,” I say slowly. “could we move this to my room? people can see us from here… and I have condoms in my room.”

“I know,” he says smugly, but doesn’t make much of an effort to move. “you’d hate to let them see you like this, huh? spread open for me…”

“yeah,” I say finally. “as … hot as that would be… what if there’s kids around, y’know? and besides, I also don’t want you catching something.”

“oh? right, right, and you don’t want me to knock you up either, do you?” he looks amused with himself.

I can’t help but turn away for a second, suddenly flustered even though I’m seemingly more in control of the encounter now. damn breeding kink. “yeah, I mean I got an IUD, so that’s not a risk right now.” 

“scandalous! you know those promote promiscuous behavior.” he says that in another voice, laughing.

I give him a playful shove and get up. “come on, I have lube in there, I’m gonna need it for - you know.”

“oh, no I don’t, actually, what ever would you need lube for? my fat, juicy cock?” he teases, and gives me a shove in return. it’s a little too hard and makes me stumble but I recover easily, and take his hand to pull him to my room.

[vintagevalentinex]

Yes

So this is my Galentine’s Day Fic!!  

This fic is for @sometimes-iwritee​ so I hope she likes it! :)

This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I’m still trying to figure out how I pulled that off.  I used the song At Last by Etta James as inspiration.  Listen to it here!

Admittedly, I’m a little nervous because this fic is pretty long and I’ve never written anything on this scale.  Please let me know what you think!!

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Title: Yes Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~4450 (What even.) Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Fluff and filth.  Flifth?  Unprotected sex.

It was the same every year.

It seemed like all the witches came out of the woodwork every single year around Valentine’s Day.  There were always dumb suckers who were desperate to have someone to call their own, and would do anything to be with someone.  That’s where you came in.  You always found yourself hunting witches, and if there was one thing that really pissed you off, it was witches.  They are the worst. You definitely weren’t going to call the Winchesters in on this one.  They were the absolute worst dealing with witches.  You rolled your eyes just thinking about it as you sat in yet another dive bar, wishing you were back in Louisiana.  Never thought I’d say that… You had reason to long for that balmy, humid, hot as hell state.  That reason being your burly, bearded, bear-of-a-man who loved you so dearly.  It was hard going on hunts that were so far away when you knew that Benny was waiting on you back home, your home that you shared with him.  Valentine’s Day was never a big deal for you, seeing as you never had anyone to share it with, but this year was different.  This would have been the first Valentine’s Day that you would have someone to be lovey-dovey with, and you could actually be one of those couples you made fun of on the day-at-hand.  Who knows?  Maybe I’ll actually be able to get back there by the 14th.  You swirled around the whiskey in your glass as you looked at the drunken antics of the people in the bar when you felt your phone vibrating.  You smiled as you saw the picture on the screen, Benny in his apron, smiling behind the counter of his little diner.

“Hello sweetheart.”

“Mmm…well in’ dat’ da mos’ beautiful voice in the whole world.”

You grinned to yourself, shaking your head.  “You miss me that much, huh Benny?”

“Course I do, (Y/N).  nothin’ pretty ta look at when yer gone.”

“Is that the only reason you miss me?”

“Naw, shug.  The bed’s been real cold at night…”

You roll your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip.  It was crazy how just hearing his voice could turn your entire mood around.  You could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“I miss you, Benny.”

“Miss ya too, darlin’.  Can’t wait ‘till ya get home.  Would tha’ be anytime soon?”

“I’m trying, baby.  These damn witches are so annoying.”

“Need me ta come help, shug?”

“I should be fine.  I’ll let you know.”

“Well…I hope ya can make it home for Valentine’s Day.  Sure would be nice to spend it with ya.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Love you, darlin’.  Stay safe, and I wouldn’t be too offended if you so decided to send me some pictures…”

You laughed loudly, almost catching too much attention in the bar.  “In your dreams, lover boy.”

You hit “end” on your phone, downing the rest of your drink so you could head back to the motel.  You needed to gank these witches pronto.

You were covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and mystery goo, but you were finally able to take out that damn coven.  You were lucky that they were mostly amateurs; you weren’t sure if you would have been able to take down a full coven of witches that were more skilled.  You were driving at high speed down the interstate, wanting nothing but your face meeting the pillows of your bed.  You pulled your phone off the charger, calling the only person you wanted to speak to at the moment.

“Mmm…cher…imagine mah surprise when I look at mah phone an see yer purdy face on the screen…”

“Yeah, yeah…totally not in the mood right now…”

“What’s wrong, cher?  Hunt not shapin’ up how ya like…?”

“No…it’s…I’m fine, I’m just tired.  I’m on my way back, actually.  Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh ‘lil darlin’ I knew ya loved me!  I jus’ knew it!  So yer not stayin’ in a motel tonight?  Might be easier for ya to drive when you’ve had a few hours a’ shut eye.”

“I’m fine.  Sounds like you don’t love me at all, not wanting me home and everything…”

“S’not it, shug.  Jus’ don’t wanna hafta scrape yer hide off the highway…”

You chuckled into the phone, the gravelly warmth of Benny’s voice lightening your mood.  “I’ll be careful, I promise.  I can’t wait to see you, Benny.  I should be home soon.”

“I miss ya too, cher.  Can’t wait ta have ya in my arms…now I noticed tha’ ya didn’t send me any of those pictures we were talkin’ ‘bout…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you focused on the road.  “You’re an idiot.  I’ll talk to you later.”

You smiled to yourself as you heard the familiar crunching of the gravel underneath your tires as your car arrived to the front of the diner that you helped Benny run.  You drove through the night, wanting to desperately get home to the cozy little apartment at the back of the diner.  The bed and Netflix was calling your name as soon as you took the hottest shower known to man.  After all of that you knew that your burly vampire would be ready to cuddle down with you under the warm blankets of your bed.  You pulled your gear from the car, your clothes wrecked to hell with all kinds of mess as you approached the door, to find a sign in the window.

Closed for Valentine’s Day.  Sorry for the inconvenience.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Hmm…I can’t remember the last time Benny closed for something like this.  Wait, is today Valentine’s Day?  You pulled your phone out of your pocket, checking the date on the phone.  Well damn…it is.  I wonder what he’s up to.  You fished your keys out, opening the door to the diner, seemingly quiet.  You figured Benny would at least be washing dishes or something.  Come to think of it, his truck wasn’t around…  You dialed.

“Ah hope it’s safe to assume yer home, shug…”

“And I’m pretty damn sure it’s safe to assume you’re nowhere to be found?  Seriously, Benny?”

He chuckled.  “Aw cher don’ be like dat.  It is Valentine’s Day after all…”

You huffed.  “So…what?  My present for today is not having to see you…?”

“Awww shug, don’ do me like dat.  Here ah am, tryin’ ta be romantic an’ everythin’…”

“Mmhmm…so…are you planning on coming back tonight…?”

He chucked again.  “Well…not exactly…you’ll see…why don’t ya go take a nice, long bath.  You deserve it, darlin’.”

Well that’s not a terrible idea, actually.  “Alright.  For once you’re actually making sense—“

“Darlin’!”

“Alright, alright!”  You nearly pouted into the phone.  “Will I see you soon, Benny?  I’ve missed you so much, and knowing you’re not here makes the entire place seem so lonely.”

“You’ll find me soon ‘nuff, lil’ baby.  Now go on an’ relax.“

You grumble as you throw your things down in the main room of your apartment, ready to take a hot shower and pout in bed until Benny decided to show his face.  You strip off your clothes, leaving them in a pool on the floor as you pad toward the bathroom, confused as you see the closed door.  That’s weird…we never keep this door closed. Hunter reflexes kicking in, you brace your hand on the knob.  Great…I come home from killing fucking witches, and now I have to fight naked.  What a time to be alive.

Ready to take out whatever is behind the door, you rip it open to find…

Really…?  Is he serious? You huff as you shuffle into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, your face softening as you note the petal floating on the surface of the water, sweet smelling lavender and citrus wafting up from the tub.  You stepped carefully into the large tub, sinking down low, the water all the way up to your chin.  Scanning the room, you realized you didn’t see the back of the door.  A beautiful, red, lacy dress hung there.

Even if he is a big oaf, he does have impeccable taste.

Smiling to yourself, you soaked in the water, dipping your toes in and out of tub, enjoying the slow, relaxing pace of being able to just soak.  This was usually not a luxury granted to hunters and the lifestyle, so you were definitely going to take advantage.  Benny tried to make life here as normal for the both of you as he could, but he could only do so much.  How normal could our life be?  I’m basically Buffy, and he’s Angel…Spike…?….Angel…?  Hell, I don’t know!  After soaking in the tub until your fingers got pruney, you carefully stepped out, sore muscles completely soothed and relaxed as you wrapped a big fluffy towel around your body.  You grabbed the dress off the door and headed back to the bedroom. I guess I’m supposed to put this on…

You laid the dress on the freshly made bed.  He made the bed?  What the hell is going on? Slipping into the closet, you pull out a pair of black patent leather pumps.  Setting them aside, you change your undergarments, slipping into the set you bought specifically for tonight.  At least he’s not the only one with surprises.

Removing the dress from the velvet hanger, you see a note pinned on the inside.  Carefully unpinning the note, you hold it up as you read:

I’m glad you were able to relax.  Meet me out back so I can hold you close. Xoxo

Smirking, you roll your eyes as you slip on the dress that fit you perfect. I’m going to pretend that’s not creepy.  Slipping on your shoes you clicked through the apartment to the back door, the weather perfect enough to leave your jacket behind.  Opening the back door you were greeted with the loveliest sight.

Flower petals created a trail that lead back into the woods behind your place.  You smiled genuinely as you followed the path into the woods, small little tea lights shaped like hearts lit your way as you traveled deeper into the trees.

After about a peaceful five minute walk, you came into a clearing.  You gasped as you saw what was in front of you, a grin etched on your face.

The most beautiful tent…fort…you didn’t know what to call it, but it was lined with flower petals and fairy lights.  The lights even twinkled in the trees.

As you stepped closer, you could hear one of your favorite songs playing.  When the hell did he have time to do this?

At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah

You called out to him.  “Benny?!  Benny are you there?!”  You stepped closer, the smile lingering on your lips as you continued to take in the beautiful scene in front of you.  You were so enthralled that you didn’t notice a pair of thick, muscled arms wrap around your middle until it was too late.  The stranger paced his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

“Hello, shug.  I do good?”

You turned around in his grasp, your hands pressed against his chest.  You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling as you murmured against him, his beard tickling you.

“This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me, Benny.  I love you so much.”  You hugged him tightly, pouting when he put you at arm’s length.

“Lemme get a good look at ya, darlin’.  Been missin’ ya somethin’ terrible.”  He takes your hand, twirling you around, taking in your form.  He yanks on your hand, your body slamming against his burly chest.  Chuckling, he links your arm through his as he leads you over to the makeshift fort, plush blankets and pillows all over the area.  The both of you take a seat inside, kicking off your shoes as you scoot closer to him.  You breathe him in, something spicy and woodsy as you link your fingers together, seeing the multitude of stars sparkling over your apartment.

“Benny, I can’t think of anything more perfect than this…thank you.”  You smiled up at him, giggling as he brushed your knuckles across his lips, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was amused.

“Ain’t no thing, cher.  But the night ain’t over…”

He got up, leaving you there to rearrange the pillows as you heard him shuffling around somewhere behind the fort.  He comes back around, with a bottle of champagne and some fruit to nibble on for you.  You look inquisitively up at him, his smile only growing.

“Ah ate before.  Wanted ta focus on you tonight, darlin’.”

You smiled shyly as he sat back down next to you, pouring the both of you very full glasses of champagne.  You sipped slowly as you leaned against his sturdy frame, letting him feed you strawberries and grapes, his fingers lingering at your lips every so often.

At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you

You hummed contentedly, wanting to remain in this moment for the rest of your life as you smiled up at the man you loved.  You never thought you could be with someone as caring, loyal, and kind as Benny.  The men on the road were merely there one day and gone the next, but when you met Benny, your entire world changed.  He was the only one you saw and wanted to see.  You knew your relationship was…complicated…but that wouldn’t stop you from loving him.  And you knew he felt the same way about you.

The champagne and strawberries were soon forgotten as Benny bent down, pressing his lips to yours once again, his hands going into your hair as he pulled you closer, your dress hiking up as you straddle his lap, hissing as you feel his bulge grinding against your thin panties.  You finally muster enough courage to open your eyes, seeing his staring intently down at you.  His voice was strangled, as if trying to choose between two choices in his mind.

“(Y/N)…’dis isn’t the way I planned this evenin’…”

You smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes, hands running up and down his chest.  “And just how did you want this evening to go, Benny?”

He hesitated a moment before pulling you (begrudgingly) off of his lap and bringing you to his side to star gaze once again.  Pulling you close, you snuggled into his side as he slung an arm around you.  He cleared his throat and shifted a little before he started to speak.

“Darlin’…I know I tell ya I love you all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever really went into it.  I was a broken man when ya met me.  Hell, I’ve been broken for a long time.  I was in the worst way, and I was on a one way track to completely destroying myself.  I thought I had nothin’ in this worl’ to keep me goin’.  I didn’t belong.  I didn’t belong with my own kind or with anyone else.—“

You try to interject but he just continues.  “And then, by the grace o’ God, or whoever is runnin’ that place now, I met you.  You.  You are everythin’ in this world that is good, that is kind.  You are everythin’ that should be treasured and protected.  I can never thank you enough for lettin’ me be the luckiest man in the universe for being able to hold onto your heart.  I love the way you smile at me, the way you yell at me when I’m actin’ like a plain fool, the way ya fight, the way ya comfort me, hell, even the way your hair makes me suffocate every damn mornin’.”  He chuckles.  “But mostly…I love the way you make me feel like I could be better, that I could be a better man, that I could do good things in this worl’.”  

He took a deep breath, staring tenderly at you as he pulls something out of his pocket, making both of you sit up, face to face.

“Would you do me the honor of being able to hold onto your heart for the rest of our lives, (Y/N)?  Will ya marry me?”  He showed you the ring, pressed between his fingers.

You stared in shock for a moment before your eyes finally made their way back to his nervous ones, your own glimmering with tears as you  nearly tackle him making the both of you crash to the ground as you pepper kisses all over his face, leaving red lipstick marks all over his cheeks and forehead.  He chuckles, holding you by the shoulders.

“I take that as a ‘yes’, shug?”

You grin, letting him slip the ring onto your finger.  “Of course it’s a yes!  I…I don’t even know what to say!  I’m so damn happy right now!”

I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own

He laughed, rolling the both of you over, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, your dress hiking up around your hips as you lie on your back.  Benny wedges himself in between your legs, your dress hiking up even higher as he grinds himself against you, the heat from his body penetrating your flesh, your hands gripping at his back, pulling on his shirt.  He chuckles at you as you wantonly pull at his shirt, getting it up and over his head, taking it from you as he tosses it somewhere out of the way.  He pulls your thighs up around his waist, pulling you up into a sitting position, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kisses you again, his hands tracing the zipper running along your spine.  You grind yourself into him as he unzips your dress, making you lift your arms up momentarily to pull the dress off of you.  He throws your dress (hopefully to the same place he threw his shirt as he lays you back down, nearly growling as he takes in your red bra and panties.

“Mmm…well look at ya, cher…all dressed up fer me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as he bent down, nuzzling at the valley between your breasts, his fingers finding the clasp at the back as he rubbed his beard against you, humming into your skin.  Your hips arched up, trying to gain some kind of friction.  You could feel him smiling against your breasts as he finally pulled the straps of your bra down, pulling it slowly off of your body as he began to tease you with soft kisses and licks, not stopping until every last inch of your breasts were tended to by his soft lips.  His eyes locked onto yours as he leisurely took a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.  You nearly hiss, your back arching from the ground as your hips continue to buck up against him, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging gently as he switches, giving the other nipple its desperately needed attention.  Your eyes snap shut as you just feel, shivering as his lips begin to travel lower, pressing kisses into your tummy and teasing your belly button.

You whimper, your hands finally finding his.  “Benny…please…now baby, please now…”

All you got back was a smirk.  He went lower, still holding your hands as he pressed his nose against your panties, breathing in deeply, groaning as his eyes darted up to yours.  “Mmm ah know what ya need, darlin’, but I’m not done with you yet.  Be good for me ‘lil baby.”

He presses hot, wet kisses against your inner thighs, the muscles twitching and straining to not squeeze his head off as his beard rubs against the sensitive skin.  He lets go of your hands to hook his fingers into your panties, grunting as he slips them over your hips and off of you.  He sits up on his knees, his hands on the outside of your thighs as he scoops your lower half up, moving his hands to your ass as he pulls your hips up to his mouth, forcing you to grip at the sheets and pillows on the ground.  He smiled, diving face first into your pussy, nearly attacking it with his mouth.  His tongue teased open your folds, mouthing at them, rubbing them between his lips, letting them go with a loud, wet, “pop” as his tongue circled your hole.  You turned your head, biting at your finger as you wriggled against him, his strong arms keeping you immobile, and in the position you were in, there was nothing you could do but take the sweet pleasure he was giving you.  His lips moved languidly to your clit, wrapping around it and suckling, pulling it into his mouth as you whined with pleasure, your mouth hanging open as he continued to slurp and lap at your pussy.  You could feel yourself clenching tightly, wanting him in you so desperately as you began to see white spots before your eyes.  At first you thought it was the stars or the fairy lights, but they began to get brighter and brighter until it was just all white light as you screamed out his name, falling completely over the edge, his tongue continuing to work in you as you rode out your orgasm.  He gently set your legs back down onto the ground, his hips still nudged between yours as your eyes began to refocus, his smiling doting face looking down on you as he wiped some of your slick from his beard.

I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill I’ve never known, oh yeah

“Y’alright, darlin’?”

All you could do is nod and smile dopily at him.  You heard him chuckle as he stood up, eyeing your body.  He began to whistle as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear down with them, his erection already dripping with precum, pressed against his belly as he slowly sinks back down onto his knees, falling over you, his hands planted on either side of your head as he takes your lips into another searing kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on him.  You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you, your heels digging into his muscled ass as you urge him on, feeling his cockhead rubbing against your swollen clit.  With one hand, he guides himself slowly into you, inch by agonizing inch.  By the time he is completely inside of you, you are a trembling, crying mess, your hands raking down his arms and back, clawing at him as he remains unmoving inside of you, bending down to whisper against your lips, “I love you, (Y/N).  And I know I asked ya already, and I know ya said yes already, but I need to ask again.  Will ya marry me, darlin’?”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to ask you questions right now.  You practically screamed.  “Yes! Benny, yes! Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Please…I need you right now!!”

He grunted against your mouth, as he began to move his hips, starting out hard and slow, deliberate, hard strokes into your pussy, making your body lurch backward over and over again as he took his time.  You could feel him, throbbing and hot inside of you, your walls already clenching and clamping around him, already needy for him to spill inside of you.  Your heels dug harder into his ass as he began to pick up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against your began to grow louder, the delicious friction of your bodies writhing against each other was heating you up, your brow glistened with sweat, almost glittering in the moonlight as your hands find his face, pulling him down to make his lips crash to yours, kissing him hard as he picks up the pace, slamming into your body now, his hands underneath you, palms against your shoulder blades as he holds you close, driving into you as hard and has fast as he can, now grunting into your ear.  Your walls flutter around him as you cannot hold back any longer and cry out his name as you begin to come, feeling him pump into you roughly a few more times before he groans out your name, spilling into you.  He takes your hands into his own, pressing his forehead to yours as you both remain connected, panting heavily as you just stare at each other.

You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven

Your stares soon turn into lazy smiles as Benny finally pulls out of you, flopping over onto his back.  He pulled you into his side, and you happily snuggled into him.  Your legs tangled, your hand tracing lazy circles into his chest as he rumbled low with satisfaction.  He dipped his head to press a kiss to your temple, a hand finding purchase in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, feeling a chuckle rumble from his chest as you mew softly at his ministrations.  He spoke softly, as to not break the spell of the moment.

“I had nothin’ ‘till I met you, (Y/N).  And now…now I have everythin’ because I have you.  Will you—“

You slipped your hand over his mouth, giggling softly, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Benny.  I’ve said it several times now.  I can’t wait to spend forever with you, no matter what.  No matter what comes our way, through anything…I want to be with you.”

You slithered up to press a kiss to his mouth before he could speak again.  You mumbled against his mouth.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…”  chanting that one simple word as if it were a prayer until you fell asleep.  Benny laced his fingers with yours, his eyes unable to stop looking at the ring on your finger.  He covered the both of you with a sheet, keeping you warm, looking forward to waking up with you in the morning.  

He was no longer a broken man, for where he had cracks and holes, your love now filled the spaces.  And he had your heart to cherish and protect.

For you are mine at last.

[tysonrunningfox]

Ripped: Part 21

Ao3

We’re back to the lemon system on this hellsite, right?  We’re using the citrus scale?  Back to my youth?  Alright.  

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“So I’m in the hospital lobby here to visit Snotlout, but I realize I don’t know how to explain to him that I know I was kind of dick to him with Eretson.” Ruffnut launches right into the crux of her problem and Astrid knows she doesn’t have much of a choice but to take a seat and deal with it. That is, if she wants Ruffnut to stop calling, which she does, so she blocks off the receiving speaker with her hand.

“Sorry, this might be a minute.” This is the furthest from murder she’s ever been alone with Hiccup, in private, behind a closed and thankfully locked door, and she wants it uninterrupted.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“And I didn’t realize I was even being a dick around Eretson, because I didn’t know that Snotlout even actually liked me, I thought we were just hooking up, but now he got shot and almost died and I don’t know if I have to pretend that I knew he liked me or that I like him, and it’s not that I don’t, I just didn’t know that was a thing he was expecting.”

“Uh-huh,” Astrid smiles apologetically at Hiccup when she catches him looking at her, barefoot and tired, eyes bright and shoulders on edge. It’s worse when she knows how soft his hair is and how he sounds mumbling half her name on the cusp of a dream.

“And am I just more of a bitch if I go apologize right now but I don’t actually like him when he’s not almost dying? Not that I care if I’m a bitch, he really should have talked to me if he didn’t want me hitting on other guys in front of him, not that I gave him much time to talk, and not that I was even really hitting on Eretson.”

“Mmmh,” Astrid nods, rolling her eyes conspiratorially at Hiccup and then frowning when he freezes, looking her up and down in soft, panicked way she’s not familiar with. She cocks her head to ask what’s wrong and his eyes linger on her socks for a second before he jumps to his feet.

“I was just intimidating the authority figure, it’s the Thorston trick—“

“I’m going to go take that shower really quick, ok? Cool, see you in a minute!” Hiccup announces before darting off into what she assumes is the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

“—like what was I going to do when a detective with boa constrictors for arms started talking like I was a murder suspect? Go to jail? Not without a fight—“

The shower turns on with a creak of old pipes and Astrid swallows hard, eyes going wide as she stares at the door. It has a lock, but Hiccup didn’t lock it, but why would he? He knows she’s not the Grimborn killer, except she doubts that’s what’s on his mind right now.

He has no reason to lock the door, but he has no reason to leave it unlocked either, unless he was serious earlier about her joining him. She thought he was too upset to be serious about anything, but after the last couple months maybe they’ve had no choice to be serious while also upset.

“—and yeah, Snotlout is great, he’s got the chest and the dimples, both sets! But he didn’t even ask me if we were serious before getting shot—“

If Hiccup was serious about her joining him, how would that even work? With the missing foot, she means. On a bed, it wouldn’t be a problem but standing—

“—and I’m really worried about him, actually, because I feel like he’s yours and Tuff’s friend now too and I know you two like each other more than you like me—“

Ruffnut’s voice brings back a now months old relic of the concept of murder alley sex and the way Astrid blurted it out to him at Gruff’s, and he blushed and huffed and talked about draftiness with that awkward chin tilt that makes her laugh even when it shouldn’t. Even when nothing should be funny. And he put up curtains in her apartment, the apartment she doesn’t want to go back to because it feels like a signature on a contract she didn’t read. When he kissed her that time, he didn’t want to go back to the bedroom because of his horrible day, and she finds herself ranking surviving but wounded cousins against a disembodied foot being mailed to his apartment.    

This apartment. The surprisingly homey apartment she didn’t expect, with traces of Hiccup on every wall and in every time worn line of the couch.

“Astrid? You there?” Ruffnut pauses her monologue long enough to check for an audience.

“Yeah, I’m here.” She clears her throat.

“You stopped humming at regular intervals.”

“Hiccup’s in the shower,” Astrid says, a little high pitched, and she curls her knees more tightly to her chest.

“Ok, so tell me how to not be a dick to a guy who just got shot quickly and I’ll let you get back to your…afternoon delight.”

Astrid checks the time and frowns because Ruffnut is right, it’s barely after four. Even after all that walking around, the sun is still high outside the wide window on the front of Hiccup’s apartment, the light making her feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

“Can’t you just be nice?”

“Not that quickly,” Ruffnut snorts, “I don’t—I’ve never been nice to him.”

“He really liked that time you thought he was a stripper.” Astrid tries then frowns, thinking of Hiccup’s panicked face, “Except he’s not supposed to get his blood pressure up—“

“Then what the fuck am I doing here?” She sounds a little desperate, a little raw, and Astrid sighs, rubbing her temple and wondering whether it’s wrong to feel so comfortable on Hiccup’s couch.

“You’re trying to do the right thing.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t really do that.”

“Well, you’re trying to and I’m proud of you, so just…get up, go upstairs.”

“That’s not telling me what to say so that I’m not an asshole.” Ruffnut must be following direction anyway because Astrid hears the elevator door ding.

“Just say what you feel when you see him. I bitched about the Patriots, we had a nice talk.” Her heart twists thinking about how worried Snotlout was about Hiccup, and the way that Hiccup snored on her lap, eyes squinting with dreams she wondered if she should try and keep away.

“What I feel? What I feel is awkward to be in a hospital when I don’t even have a boyfriend and no one ever considers that’s on purpose—oh my God.”

The shower cuts off and old pipes drain with a gurgle in the bathroom wall.

She took too long and missed yet another chance.

No, he was probably just taking the shower he was excited enough for to be roused from his dedicated post at Snotlout’s bedside. She hopes he feels better, if better is even possible for him right now. She swallows back against the selfish disappointment rising in her throat and focuses on finishing this conversation.

“Grisly’s in his room,” Ruffnut whispers, “I’m going in.”

“No!” Astrid sits up straight, all of Hiccup’s theories rushing back into her head. That’s not worth the risk, no matter how small, “just—“

“Hey, rough night at work?” Ruffnut says, her voice a couple of feet from the phone. There’s a rustle and an uncomfortable undertone to an inarticulate voice. “Hey, you can stay, no reason to run—”

“Ruff!” Snotlout’s voice is relieved enough that Astrid doesn’t feel guilty hanging up when the bathroom door opens.

Hiccup emerges in a cloud of steam, one crutch under his left arm, a white towel tied around his waist. Low on his waist. Low enough that she can see the shadow of his hipbones in the half sunlit room and the start of a chestnut trail of hair down from his navel. His right hand holds the towel up as he takes a one-legged step forward, but it really doesn’t do anything but draw her attention downwards with a freckled arm and long fingers.

“Everything ok?” He asks, frowning, hair slicked back from his forehead and making his eyes look greener and his brows darker.

She nods, “yeah, it’s…fine. Everything’s fine.” Her eyes snag on the ripple in his lean muscled shoulder when he moves the crutch forward. His chest clenches as he stabilizes himself, the whole of his stomach tensing and guiding her eyes to the V of his hips, cut off by the towel.

His mouth twitches, suddenly serious and hopeful, and she swallows hard.

“Sorry about that,” he gestures at the bathroom with his chin, the sharp line of his jaw free of most of his hospital stubble. She must have not heard the trimmer over the running water.

“It’s fine, it took longer to get Ruffnut off the phone than I thought,” she laughs, cheeks heating up when Hiccup smiles, a private sheepish smile, “she’s visiting Snotlout, apparently, so that’s…unusually nice of her.”

“I realized some things,” he starts, taking a couple steps with his crutch that make her want to take him somewhere safe. Somewhere he won’t need the towel. “You’re right about Grimborn, or—can I show you something?”

“Sure,” she bites her lip, trying to focus on his face but being distracted by water dripping off of his hair and down his side, catching on the barely visible line of his rib and gleaming.

“Could you get the door?” He points at a closed door next to the couch with his elbow, looking almost apologetically at the hand currently occupied by holding his towel up, like he’s embarrassed he doesn’t have three arms. She jumps up before she can tell him it’s fine with her if he frees up a hand.

“Yeah, sure, no problem.” She takes a deep breath facing the door, trying to force her heartbeat to slow down as Hiccup follows, the uneven sound of crutch and bare foot familiar in a way it shouldn’t be.

The old door swings open to reveal an office with a haphazardly dusted hardwood desk and two walls lined entirely with bookshelves. All but one is filled with books, most of them old, and the last has a stack of file boxes coated in a thick layer of dust. The wood around the window frame is chipped, like for the last century someone has been pushing the leather office chair back against it a little too emphatically, excited by some discovery or angry with a dead end.

“My dad’s office,” Hiccup explains, shoulder bumping against hers as he walks around her and through the door, toes sinking into the thick rug under the desk. The end of his left leg is barely visible under the edge of the towel, a clinical scar along the end of a smooth, rounded limb, and she’s as curious about it as the wiry flex of his shoulders, for entirely different reasons.

Mostly, she wonders how he’s naked and she’s the one feeling this vulnerable.

“Your dad’s?” She walks up to the bookshelf and starts looking through titles. There are six copies of the Admiral Haddock book he loaned her, all different editions. The next shelf is full of books about the history of Berk and the surrounding area, most of them old, some of them with what look like Norse subtitles on the bindings.

There’s a row of what look like magazines, but she pulls one out to see a program from a Viggo Grimborn themed musical put on by a Berkian theater company in the mid-eighties. Flipping through it, there are snippets of the songs and an advertisement from a local casket maker promising their product will ‘keep all your bits together, no matter what’.

She snorts, “this looks more like your office.”

“That’s the thing,” he laughs, low in his throat and closer than she thought he was, and the program bumps against his chest when she jumps and turns to face him. He doesn’t step back though, leaning his armpit on the crutch to take another book off of the shelf and show it to her. It’s some kind of journal, written in sloping, careful cursive and she trades him, flipping through it. “That was my great-great—some number of greats, I don’t know, grandpa, he was pretty annoyed at the Grimborn thing getting so much publicity.” He takes it back, gently setting a bookmark and putting it carefully back in its place on the shelf.

A few surprisingly graceful hops sideways let him lean back against the desk with his crutch beside him and she follows, standing in front of him and trying to read his expression. She’s used to his face being loud, unreserved, but now he’s thinking too hard, in his own way as much as hers.

A line of goosebumps highlights the sharp line of his collar bone and Astrid wants to touch him the way she touched that journal, reverent but with the intent to discover it. He doesn’t stop her when she tries, inhaling sharply and looking at her with serious, suddenly dilated eyes as she presses her hand to his hastening heartbeat.

“Last person I thought I’d ever take after,” he laughs, sharp but unburdened, compared to earlier. “I just kept thinking about what you said about me not being a Grimborn-ologist, and—well, if it’s not about Grimborn, what is it about?”

“Hiccup,” she’s not sure what she’s asking for, or if it’s a question, but he sets his jaw and nods purposefully at her.

“Let me get there, ok?” He looks at her like he’s falling but he’s just determined enough to get his feet underneath him and jump. “Just—if it’s not about Grimborn, it’s about what everything else is about.” He waves at the bookshelves and she lets her hand slide down and around his side, every nerve on edge when he grins at her, “I’m not good with change. Even the city changing feels like it’s betraying—but I can’t stop it. You’re right, this is my office now, full of my things and I made it that way while I was trying to keep it the same.” He tucks her hair behind her ear with warm fingertips, cold knuckles brushing along her jaw and she shivers, “and the thing is, I thought I was happy in my holding pattern, and then I met you and…and I want you on my couch, irritated with your best friend and I want you looking at my books like you respect what they’re made out of and—”

“I don’t think I’ve told you this,” she grabs his wrist to stop his fingers from tracing the side of her neck, too much and not nearly enough, “but it drives me crazy when you take these big, long detours without telling me where we’re going.”

He laughs and leans in, kissing her too gently for the way she responds, fisting her hand in his damp hair when he catches himself on the desk. It must be his crutch that clatters to the floor, because his towel is still annoyingly in place as he deepens the kiss. His hands curl in her shirt at her waist, pulling her against him with easy confidence that’s too casual for how it makes her heart race.

“Maybe that’s what I’m going for,” he mutters against her cheek, and the curl of heat in her stomach borders on painful. He doesn’t give her time to be embarrassed about the borderline desperate moan his words drag out of her, smiling into her skin as he kisses her neck, enjoying the detour entirely too much.

“I can see that.” Her frustration makes him chuckle, the ghost of his teeth across her pulse.

“It’s not intentional—not that I mind driving you crazy,” he mumbles a little breathless, “I just wanted, no, needed to talk to you—“

She cuts him off with another kiss, dragging her hand down his chest and feeling his stomach muscles twitch when she lingers there, thwarted by a wad of wet towel. His hand cups her face, fingers so gentle in her hair that she snaps, yanking the side of his towel to get it out of her way. It doesn’t work like she hopes, damp fabric catching on the desk with a creak of old wood.

“Hey,” Hiccup laughs, hand on her shoulder to stabilize himself as he hops sideways slightly, the towel dipping on his hips but stubbornly covering him.

“Is that not where we’re going?” She pauses, fingers clammy against his stomach until he blushes, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, definitely,” he looks down between them and swallows hard, “of course. I’m not in a hurry, though,” his voice dips to a husky whisper and he’s tender again, brushing her hair behind her ear.

She snaps, kissing down the side of his neck and biting the offensively sharp line of his collarbone as she purposefully undoes the knot in his towel. He gasps when her lips trail down his chest, his hands braced on her shoulders as she anchors her thumbs in the divots above his hipbones. She drops to her knees on the plush rug under the desk and Hiccup groans, leaning back against it with a sudden force that makes it creak again.

“Astrid,” he shudders when she wraps one hand around the base of him, smiling to herself against his hip. For how hilarious he found her frustration a minute ago, at least part of him seems to agree with the sentiment, throbbing and almost scalding against her palm when she strokes. She kisses across his thigh, teasing, and he shudders, fingertips digging into her shoulders for balance. “You don’t have to—“

“No,” she looks up at him, hand that’s not wrapped around his length reaching around to grab his ass, “I really do.”

“Oh God,” he moans, but he relaxes too, one of his hands letting go of her shoulder and gripping the desk as he exhales a deep, shaky breath.

Hiccup has a way of surprising her. Constantly, infuriatingly. Sweetly and comfortingly. But when she kisses the tip of him almost chastely before taking him unceremoniously into her mouth, she’s surely holding her own on that front.

He swears under his breath, hips twitching forward when she starts to move and she braces one hand against his hip to hold him still. She understands his impulse to make this last after the months of buildup, but she can’t say that she agrees, not when she needs him to understand her urgency. Not when he’s groaning and trying to restrain himself from flexing forward, his stomach twitching as his hand fumbles in her hair.

She pulls back to breathe, kissing along the length of him and pumping slowly with her hand, twisting her wrist and nuzzling his hip. He smells like soap and unmistakably like Hiccup, all hospital anxiety thankfully washed away in the shower. When she flicks her tongue against the underside of his head he bites his lip and groans, the desk creaking again.

“Ok?” She sucks for another teasing second, reveling in revenge for his comments about driving her crazy when he twitches, hips bumping off of the desk.

“Not going to last,” he huffs, brushing her hair back from her temple, still reverent and sending a warm thrill down her spine as she nods and takes him back into her mouth, moving with purpose now. “Fuck, Astrid…”

She murmurs comfortingly around him, free hand stroking his thigh as she drags him over the edge. He moans, overwhelmed and nasal, his knee bobbling even as she stands up and wraps her arms around his waist.

“I….” He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, eyes closed and breathing hard, and she kisses the tip of his nose, “You…”

“I was in a hurry.”

“Something like that,” he laughs, sliding his hand to her hip and pivoting, urging for her to sit on the edge of the desk. He keeps his balance with a hand on her knee but moves it upwards, slowly, thumb tracing the seam on her inner thigh as he kisses under her ear. “I just kept waiting for the right time, for some magical time where nothing could mess this up, but that’s the thing. I’m always going to worry about messing this up,” he pulls back and tucks her hair behind her ear, thumb swiping over her cheek. His eyes are black, ringed with the tiniest sliver of emerald, and she thinks this is the most serious she’s ever seen him outside of a hospital.

Too serious entirely, considering how much tension he just released.

“Hey,” she puts a comforting hand on his cheek while the other traces down to his ass and squeezes, “the only way you’re going to mess this up is if you don’t stop talking, right now.”

He narrows his eyes, corner of his lips twitching as he glances down at his own chest and the towel piled around his foot. “So, I should go get dressed now, right?”

Apparently, even after all this time, she underestimated his ability to joke while taking things seriously.

“Absolutely not,” she squeezes and any comment about Ruffnut getting there first dies in her throat when he hooks a hand under her knee and tugs her close enough to demonstrate the height of the desk.

“Then I think you’re behind here,” his hand slides under her shirt, fingers tracing the line of her bra against her chest. She gasps, knees tight around his hips as she tries to get her shirt off without allowing any more space between them. He hisses in her ear, fumbling then succeeding with her bra clasp when his hips twitch forward against her. “Zipper,” he groans, face pressed into her shoulder as his fingers tweak a pebbled nipple.

“Sure,” she kisses his temple, inhaling the smell of his shampoo as she inches her shirt up. He can get her zipper, that would be helpful.  

“Hnnn, no, I mean grinding into your zipper is—“

“Oh, sorry,” she lets go, rushing to unbutton her pants. The zipper sticks and she swears, hands shaking when Hiccup shoves her shirt up to her neck and ducks down to kiss across her chest, fingers too warm on the sides of her ribs. “Hiccup…”

“Just a second.” He pushes her to lay flat on the desk, swirling his tongue around her nipple when she arches away from the cold wood. When her hands slide down his back he grinds forward again and flinches, forehead on her sternum. “Zipper, fuck.”

“Then let me get them off—“

“Not used to head starts,” he kisses down her stomach, hands tugging at her zipper for a second before he gets it loose. “There,” he pulls her pants down and tugs her underwear with them, dropping them vaguely to the side.

She’s barely on her elbows when he’s kissing her again, only pausing to help her get her shirt over her head. She fumbles her bra off, finally as naked as he is as he leans over her, half-hard length of him pressed against her inner thigh. And for once, his tendency to take his time is appreciated as his fingers trace over every inch of her, like she’s a primary source document he spent months hunting down.

He pauses to catalogue new and important information, taking mental notes for future tours. He notes the way she gasps when his thumb brushes over the ticklish spot on her knee, he lingers over the details when her hands tangle in his hair as he nuzzles the sensitive curve under her breast. And when he finally touches her, long fingers dipping carefully between her legs, she can feel him planning a route meant to maximize suspense.

“At least part of you is in a hurry now,” she sits up, one arm around his neck as the other reaches between them to grasp his length.

“I’m fine,” he grins but moves anyway, finger slipping into her as his thumb searches outside, rubbing when he finds her clit, “still recuperating, really.” He kisses her neck, adding another finger and moving his wrist intentionally.

It’s good, but it’s not enough, not when more is in her hand, throbbing in her grip like it’s teasing her. Not when she’s thought of this for so long and so far, reality has built on her expectation and her blood is buzzing under her skin.

“I know it’s not the archives,” he nibbles at her earlobe, voice husky as his hips twitch forward into her grip, his hand moving faster, “and it’s severely lacking Berk Enquirers…” His fingers curl and the tension in her core builds, starting to culminate. “But it’s not an insignificant collection.”

“Are you trying to turn me on by talking about the Berk Enquirer?” Her laugh turns into a moan when he presses harder on her clit, his teeth barely grazing her shoulder.

“Is it working?” He chuckles, raspy and heated before kissing her, distracted and sloppy, nipping her lip when she strokes him a little faster.

“Condom?” She gasps, forehead against his. Then she remembers his leg and continues, “I’ll get it—”

“No,” he moves away from her all at once, leaving her throbbing and propping herself up on the desk with one arm as he holds onto the corner of it to lean down and get his crutch, “don’t move, you on the desk like that,” he takes two limping steps to the bookshelf and reaches into a cigar box to pull out a foil square, “really embodying a lot of fantasies I hadn’t quite put together yet.”

“You keep your condoms in your dad’s office?” She teases when he hands it to her to open, propping his crutch against the chair like he’s anticipating the desk moving.

“My office, remember?” He rests his hand on her thigh and resumes rubbing her clit, not enough to get her there, just enough for her hands to shake and she swears, fumbling with the condom. “Need help?” He kisses her before she can answer.

The wrapper finally accepts defeat and she rolls the rubber circle onto him, lining him up in the same motion.   The hand on her thigh slides downwards, hooking her knee over his hip and holding it there as he pushes forward with a drag that makes her toes curl.

She moans, legs around his waist as he braces one hand on her hip and the other on the desk just behind her, holding her there as he finds his rhythm. More firm than fast, as intentional as his lips are when they find the sensitive spot on her neck that he catalogued earlier. Her heels dig into his ass when he finds the right angle, nudging her towards the edge with every jolt of his hips against hers.

“Astrid,” he groans her name, hand on her hip sliding up her side to cup her breast, thumb swiping over her nipple, and his pace falters when she bucks against him, “you’re so, I—fuck…” He swears under his breath when she reaches between them, hand working where they’re joined, chasing the cresting wave of molten pleasure blooming in her chest.

She cries out when she gets there, fingernails digging into his shoulder as her back arches. He kisses her, swallowing the sound and running a soothing hand up her back, even as his thrusts quicken, rougher around the edges. The desk is creaking in time and Astrid moans, the continued sensation almost too much while feeling comes back to her toes.

“Ok?” Hiccup checks in, lips hot against the side of her neck, hand between her shoulder blades holding her close even as he starts to lose rhythm, muscles in his back twitching when she slides her hands down to his ass.

“Better than ok,” she assures him, kissing his sweat slick shoulder and squeezing his waist with her knees.

He thrusts one last time with a deep, drawn out groan, holding her tight to him while his hips twitch twice, the throbbing inside of her peaking then dulling with a slow, glowing warmth.

“That was,” he lifts his head and apparently finishing his thought isn’t as important as kissing her, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulls out slowly before stumbling, barely catching the corner of the desk, “sorry—”

“Sorry?” She winces, tugging his hand free of her hair and rubbing her scalp, “that’s not how I’d describe it.”

“Me either,” he reaches for his crutch and tucks it back under his arm, “considering it was so great I apparently forgot that my foot wasn’t just numb.” He laughs, joking about things that shouldn’t be funny with that infectious ease that makes it ok to laugh. “As great as that was, I think cuddling on a desk would be pretty uncomfortable.”

“And I’ve got to clean up,” she stands up, knees a little less than solid and butt sore from perching on the edge of the desk.

“Right, sure, you uh, know where the bathroom is since,” he gestures at the towel on the ground, “so I’ll meet you in my room? It’s the one that the NFL store didn’t vomit all over.”

“And you’ll be there.” She blushes and feels stupid for blushing while standing naked in front of someone she just had sex with, but Hiccup blushes too, smiling and nodding at her.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He doesn’t bother with the towel to get to his room, so Astrid risks going to the bathroom naked, assuming he knows more about the probability of peeping Toms than she does. After cleaning up and borrowing a dab of toothpaste on her finger, she skirts the wall to the only open door she hasn’t been through and sees Hiccup on one side of a queen-sized bed, crutch propped beside him.

“You’re freezing,” he curls up around her as soon as she slides under the covers, rubbing his too warm palm on her side until she tugs his arm around her, sinking gratefully into the mattress.

“I’m fine,” she understates, smiling to herself when he kisses the back of her ear, knees tucked behind hers, “curious though.”

“Yeah?” He cups her breast without real intent, snuggling closer and peppering kisses along her shoulders.

“What exact fantasies did I invoke by sitting on a desk naked?” She rolls onto her back to see his reaction, laughing at the color high in his cheeks as he runs a hand back through impossibly rumpled sex hair.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he tries, arm over her waist as he hides his embarrassment in the crook of her neck, “and it was the only thing that I didn’t mean to say that slipped out, so I think I should get a pass.”

“Hmm,” she pretends to think about it for a second, “I disagree.”

“I saw that coming,” he sighs, rolling back onto his side to look at her, oblique afternoon light from the window highlighting freckles across his temple. “It wasn’t just the desk, ok? It was the whole thing with the office and the way you touch books and—”

“The way I touch books? Is that why you can’t control yourself when you visit me at work?” She blushes when his smile widens, gap tooth more adorable than it should be when her center is still half throbbing. “What?”

“It’s you who can’t control yourself.”

“That’s not true,” she sputters, “I seem to remember a certain incident with Encyclopedias was your fault—”

“Because of my sexy chin grab, I know, I’ll take credit for that one,” he strokes her jaw with a feather light fingertip and she glares at him. “You know those less well-adjusted Grimborn-ologists I told you about? Some of them get a little…revved up talking about murder, and it always creeped me out, but if it’s not about Grimborn, then it’s not weird for me to be really charmed by the way you get handsy around old books.”

“I do not,” her face heats up and he only smiles wider.

“You do,” he teases, kissing the corner of her frown and laughing when it doesn’t budge, “or now you do, now that you’ve decided you like me. Before you still got so passionate, it was just—”

“Fury at the guy stalking my apartment?” She rolls her eyes, feeling vulnerable and attached and safe in a way that should scare her, just how following near strangers down dark alleys should have scared her. It didn’t then, and it doesn’t now. “How does that all lead to a fantasy of having sex on your desk?”

“Well,” he kisses her shoulder, hand sliding down to her hip, coaxing her to roll to face him, “there’s no Fishlegs to interrupt us.”

[artificialqueens]

After The Glitter Fades, Chapter Three (Shalaska) - Citrus

A/N: two fics in the queue, on halloween no less? i couldn’t be more on-brand if i tried! this chapter has more smut because i am what? predictable.

-

Unlike many of the other coven rituals, Alaska was expressly not invited to attend their Samhain ritual.

“It’s not anything to do with you, baby,” Sharon had promised her when she broke the news, “It’s just… Samhain is an incredibly sacred night for witches, and especially our coven. We’ve never had an observer on Samhain.”

“I get it,” Alaska had answered, and Sharon had looked surprised at that answer. “It’s not for me to watch,” she continued, “It’s your thing. I totally, totally understand.”

Sharon had been delighted that Alaska wasn’t angry with her, especially after their fight. Alaska had even asked if Sharon minded whether she went to Courtney’s party early, and Sharon could meet her later on. This arrangement seemed to suit them both, and both women had left the conversation feeling excited about the upcoming holiday.

When the day came, Alaska and Sharon prepared very differently. Alaska spent the early evening making sure that her makeup was perfect and her costume wasn’t missing any crucial details. She arrived at Courtney’s in perfect time, bottle of peach schnapps in hand, and was greeted by friends who she hadn’t seen in far too many weeks.

Sharon spent her morning cleansing her apartment and meditating, preparing for the gruelling evening ahead of her. Samhain was never easy on her, and she needed all of the spiritual protection that she could possibly get. She dressed in her ritual clothing, reserved for Samhain now that they tended to do smaller rituals for other Sabbats, and washed her face; ritual makeup would come later. She arrived at the covenstead just before sunset and was greeted by her sisters, all wearing their ritual garments, some of them wearing tokens of their deities or loved ones.

Max put a hand on Sharon’s shoulder, smiling at her friend. “She’s already close,” she said softly. “I hardly need to call her, she’s so excited to see you.”

Sharon smiled back. “I’m excited to see her too.”

-

“Okay, when you told me about this costume idea, I didn’t expect you to show up looking like Lady Gaga’s lost fucking twin sister,” Courtney accused with a grin, straightening her halo. Alaska laughed, swirling her drink around in her glass and adjusting her jacket.

“You didn’t specify,” she drawled. “I worked with what I had.”

“You are such a liar, ” their friend Willam crowed, “You worked on this costume for like a month straight! I saw your Snapchats, dumbass.”

Alaska giggled. “I meant my face. The costume took way too much effort.”

“You do look like her,” Courtney admitted, “Your girlfriend is lucky.”

“What’s her name again?” Willam asked. “I forgot.”

Alaska smiled at the mere mention of her girlfriend, and it obviously didn’t escape their notice, but they remained quiet. “Her name’s Sharon,” she answered, setting her empty glass down and accepting the cracked can of cider that Courtney supplied her with.

“It seems like things are going well with her, then?” Court asked, happy to see Alaska so smitten.

“Yeah, I think so. I stay over at her place a lot, and her friends are really great. I miss you two, though.”

Willam leaned in excitedly. “I bet she’s gonna ask you to move in,” she said. Alaska bit her lip, surprised but pleased by Willam’s suggestion.

“I dunno, it’s only been a couple of months… But then again, that’s forever in lesbian time.”

Courtney grinned. “When are we gonna meet this mysterious Sharon anyway? I thought you were gonna drag her along tonight.”

“She’ll be here later,” Alaska promised. “She’s really devoted to her coven, and this is, like, a super special holiday for them. I promise you’ll get to meet her soon.”

“How hot is she, scale from one to ten?” Willam pried. “One is Courtney’s ex and ten is me, obviously.”

Alaska didn’t answer; none of them could stop laughing for long enough.

-

Samhain, Samhain, let the ritual begin,

We call upon our sacred ancestors to come in

Samhain, Samhain, we call upon our kin,

We call upon our dear departed loved ones to come in

The Veil between the worlds is thin

Our hearts reach cross the sea of time

To bring our loved ones in

Samhain, Samhain we honor all our kin

We honor those who’ve gone before

As the Great Wheel turns again

Sharon was overjoyed to be with her coven on her favorite night of the entire year, but there was another reason for her joy; the veil between life and death was at its thinnest on Samhain night, and Sharon knew this well.

They all helped toss wood onto the bonfire, some of the logs anointed with oils or herbs, and the Dianic witches built small altars to their goddesses around the large fire pit. Sharon brought out a small jar of ash from last year’s Samhain, anointing her sisters with the charred remains of their previous celebration before smearing it onto her own face as well. As the coven’s High Priestess, she was the one to light the bonfire, with a match and a few sheets of paper on which they had all written names of deceased loved ones whom they wished to honor.

The flames crackled in the middle at first, a small blaze, but soon climbed up the bone-dry logs, sending smoke billowing into the sky, sparks and ash fluttering in the wind like small spirits. The witches gathered around Max, surrounding their entire covenstead and backyard forest with a bubble of protection, and channelled all of their energy into her. Her lips parted, eyes rolling back into her skull as she began to shudder with the amount of energy surging through her, and Sharon squeezed her shoulder, making sure she remained grounded.

All of a sudden, Max’s hands shot out in front of her and she drew the shape of a door in bright white light, sending it away from her chest to fade into the night. She collapsed into her sisters’ waiting arms, accepting the potion that Fame pressed into her hands without question and downing it. The witches waited with bated breath, silently waiting for what they hoped would come.

Sharon’s eyes filled with tears as she felt a hand grasp hers, looking to her side to see her mother standing beside her. She fell into her arms with a soft cry of delight, squeezing her tight before pulling away.

“Mama…” she breathed, taking in the sight of a woman who had been dead for almost a decade. Her mother smiled.

“You look good, baby. Tell me all about this girl you’ve been seeing. Max tells me you’re pretty smitten,” she added, casting a glance at the recovering witch. Max smiled at her.

“Hello, Cassandra. It’s good to see you.”

Sharon’s mother grinned. “Well, I get to be corporeal one night a year, why not have fun?” she answered. “Sharon, baby, tell me everything.” Sharon sat in the grass with her mom, leaning into her embrace and letting Cassandra braid her hair as she told her all about Alaska, how the shop was thriving, how happy she was. The other witches were speaking with spirits of their own; animal spirits flocked around Pearl, listening to her spin stories, while Jinkx chatted quietly with her great-grandmother. Raja smoked lazily while she communed with a minor deity, Katya spoke in quick, practiced Russian with an ancestor, and Fame kept Max in her arms as she recovered from parting the veil.

“You sound like you’re really happy with this girl,” Cassandra said as she finished off Sharon’s braid. “I’m so glad.”

“I love her, Mom, I really do,” Sharon said. “I’m gonna ask her to move in with me tonight.”

“Tonight, huh? Not slaving over making Samhain perfect this year?” her mother teased her.

Sharon grinned. “Last year it had to be perfect because it was the first Samhain we celebrated at Supernature ,” she answered. “Alaska and I compromised, and I’m going to meet her friends at a Halloween party after this.”

“That’s my girl,” Cassandra smiled, “My little spook. Am I going to get to meet this Alaska?”

Sharon’s eyes widened. “You want to?”

“Of course I do, Sharon. I may not be around on Earth anymore, but I can tell how happy you are. I’d like to meet her before next year’s Samhain.”

Sharon nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll take you.”

-

“There’s something about that name that’s very familiar to me, you know,” Cassandra mused as Sharon changed into her Halloween costume. “I swear I knew an Alaska when I was alive…”

Sharon rolled her eyes at her mother’s ghost. “I doubt you knew her, she’s younger than I am.”

“What’s her family name?” Cassandra asked. Sharon snorted out a laugh.

“Thunderfuck, believe it or not. She says it’s European or something.”

Cassandra smiled triumphantly. “That’s it! Elsie Thunderfuck.”

“Alaska, Mom. Her name is Alaska.” Cassandra rolled her eyes.

“No, Shar-bear, her grandmother’s name is Eloise, we called her Elsie. I knew her, back when I was… y’know. Alive.”

Sharon paused, eyeliner brush hovering inches from her face. “What?”

Cassandra shrugged. “We worked in the same circles for a while. She was always very wise back then, I’m sure she taught her granddaughter well.”

“Alaska never knew who she got her magickal blood from,” Sharon breathed, eyes wide as she faced her mother. “We knew that it was there because she had that spark, but… We never knew who. ”

“Well, now you know,” Cassandra chuckled. “I don’t suppose she’s ever attempted to contact any spirits before, has she? Are you sure this’ll work?”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “It’ll work, Mom. She’s really intuitive, and she was already somewhat spiritual before we met. She’ll love you.”

When they got to the party, the door was opened by none other than Alaska, drink in hand and smiling. Her smile widened when she saw Sharon, then faltered when she saw that Sharon hadn’t come alone. Sharon took her girlfriend’s hand with a smile, leading her outside onto Courtney’s porch and sitting them both down on the bench, Cassandra sitting opposite them.

“Baby, this is gonna sound crazy, but please just bear with me… This is Cassandra. My mother.”

Alaska’s gaze flickered between the two women as her teeth worried her lower lip. “Your… Sharon, I thought your mom was…”

“Dead?” Cassandra finished for her. When Alaska gave a small nod, she smiled. “Well, believe it or not, I am.”

“On Samhain night, the veil between worlds is at its thinnest,” Sharon explained. “Our world is closer to the spirit world tonight than it is at any other part of the year. It’s easiest to make connections through the veil, and a lot of us do… Even non-witches are somewhat more aware of spiritual presences on Samhain.”

“It’s the one night a year that I can make my corporeal presence known here on Earth,” Cassandra said, squeezing Sharon’s hand. “Sharon can reach out to me whenever she wants, but this is the one night that I can be present with my daughter, just for a few hours.”

“That… makes a weird amount of sense,” Alaska admitted, breaking her respectful silence. “Like, I should definitely be more freaked out about this than I am, but then again, I’m dating Sharon, and she does a lot of freaky shit. Oops,” she added, blushing bright pink and making Sharon laugh.

“She knows, pumpkin. I brought her along because she wanted to meet you.”

“I wanted to see the woman who’s been making my little girl so happy,” Cassandra smiled, reaching out to take Alaska’s hand in her own. “Oh my, she’s been teaching you well. Your aura is positively glowing, and you’re radiating with energy.”

“God, you really are just like your mother,” Alaska giggled, leaning over to give Sharon a peck on the cheek. Sharon sighed happily and pulled her closer, letting Alaska snuggle into her side.

“So, Alaska… How did you two meet?”

The three of them spoke for almost two hours, not paying any attention to the few partygoers who would come outside for a smoke or a breath of fresh air. Alaska leaned into Sharon’s side as she told Cassandra the story of how they’d met, how Sharon had wooed her, and how happy they made each other. Sharon’s heart was so full that she thought she might burst; not only were her girlfriend and her mother both here with her, but they were getting along incredibly well, even better than she could have hoped.

As it got later and later, Alaska snuggled closer into Sharon, happy to just listen to her talk to her mother. She blushed when Sharon gushed about her and how much she loved her, a little shy now that Cassandra’s attention was no longer on her. She exuded a calming energy, almost seeming to radiate wisdom and kindness, and Alaska liked watching the way she interacted with her daughter, who was much more… chaotic. Cassandra never let go of Sharon’s hand, not even once, and it was clear that Sharon desperately wanted the contact between them to last as long as possible.

“My love, it’s getting late…” Cassandra ventured. Sharon’s expression changed from one of contentment to one of resigned sadness. She nodded wordlessly, pulling away from Alaska with a kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead.

“I’ll be back in just a second, baby… This is something I’d rather do alone.”

Alaska smiled, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. “Go, Shar. I’ll wait for you. Tell your mama I was happy to meet her.” Sharon smiled back, following her mother down the porch steps and stepping out to the curb.

Cassandra took both of Sharon’s hands in her own, staring into her daughter’s eyes. “You know how this goes,” she said with a sad smile. “I have other people to visit tonight, even if it’s just for a moment. If I could, I’d spend every single second with you, but… You’re not on your own like you were when you were younger. You have the coven, and now you have Alaska.”

“None of them are you, Mama. I’ll still miss you just as much.”

“I know you will, sweetheart. I’ll miss you too, I always do. But I’ll be with you always, even when I’m not physically here.” She hugged Sharon, and Sharon hugged her back tight, never wanting to let go.

“I love you,” she whispered, trying not to cry. “This never gets fucking easier.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” Cassandra replied, pulling away from their embrace and pressing a soft kiss to her daughter’s hair. “I am so, so proud of you. Blessed be, my Sharon. You’ll see me again soon.”

“Blessed be,” Sharon echoed, smiling despite her voice being thick with tears. “Til next time, Mama.”

With one last grin at her daughter, Cassandra walked away from the house, her image fading away with each step she took. The moment she was gone, Sharon felt a hand slip into her own, and turned to find Alaska at her side. Alaska offered a smile and a soft kiss against her lips, brushing a lock of hair away from Sharon’s face.

“You okay?”

Sharon nodded. “I’m okay. I just needed a moment to say goodbye… It’s hard to wait a year, but I know some people aren’t as lucky as I am. I don’t think I’d be half as okay as I am if I never saw her again, y’know?”

“God, yeah, I can’t imagine,” Alaska answered. “You think you’re up to coming inside and saying hi to some friends? They really wanna meet you, but we can go home if you’re feeling drained.” Sharon’s heart swelled; Alaska was so attentive and cared for her so deeply, and she was still in awe that she had such a perfect lover.

“You’re sweet.” Sharon nuzzled Alaska’s neck tenderly, nipping at her jaw to make her squeak in surprise. “I’m good, promise. I’d love to meet your friends, angel.”

As soon as they walked in the door, they were greeted by a very excited Courtney and Willam, both of them more than a bit tipsy and holding hands.

“Lasky! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“Almost thought you’d abandoned us to get some tail,” Willam snickered, looking pleased with herself when Courtney laughed at the obvious reference to Willam’s mermaid costume. Alaska giggled and leaned into Sharon’s side.

“This is Sharon. Sharon, these two idiots are my best friends, Courtney and Willam.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” Sharon teased, pulling Lasky closer by the waist. “You’re both gorgeous, by the way. Love the costumes.”

“Your girlfriend outdid us all,” Willam grinned. “Fuckin’ overachiever. Always has to be the best.”

“That’s not true!” Alaska whined, pouting when Sharon shrugged her agreement with Willam. “Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“C’mon, come get some drinks and we can chat,” Courtney urged. “I wanna get to know Alaska’s dream girl!” Alaska blushed, but followed her friends nonetheless, allowing Sharon to guide her with a strong yet gentle arm around her waist.

Despite it coinciding with a sacred witchcraft holiday that meant a lot to her, Halloween was still Sharon’s favorite day of the year. She loved that she was able to balance her craft with her favorite spooky time of year; she’d been with her coven and go to a party with her girlfriend, and she was happy to be able to share the night with all of the people she loved most.

Alaska’s friends were both very sweet, and she found it surprisingly refreshing to hang out with people who had absolutely no knowledge of witchcraft; it really did consume her life sometimes, along with a good number of her friendships, and she thought to herself that maybe she should find more people like Courtney and Willam. She definitely vibed better with Willam, feeling a spark between them that was promising, but she genuinely really liked Courtney too, and was glad that Alaska had such incredible friends.

As it got later and later, Alaska seemed to want to be closer to Sharon, getting cuddly and speaking less, and Sharon knew that it was time to go home. They said their goodbyes and promised to hang out again soon, and Sharon’s stomach filled with butterflies the moment that she and Alaska got into her car to go back to Sharon’s apartment.

Luckily for Sharon, Alaska already seemed to have a plan for the evening in mind, and Sharon found herself pinned against her front door almost the moment that it closed behind them, Alaska’s lips on hers and Alaska’s hands on her waist. She kissed back, smiling a little at her girlfriend’s eagerness, and stifled a moan when Alaska’s lips moved south to suck a hickey into her neck.

“Mmm, baby, there’s no rush,” she chuckled as Alaska’s hands roamed over her body, feeling her curves and squeezing her ass lightly. “C’mon, let’s get out of these costumes. We have all the time in the world.”

They made their way to Sharon’s bedroom, where their outfits were discarded, Sharon’s tossed over a chair with abandon and Alaska’s folded neatly because, well, she was Alaska. Sharon was quick to wipe the makeup off her face, standing in front of the mirror in only her underwear and scrubbing away the remnants of Vampira. Alaska approached her from behind, nude and fresh-faced, winding her arms around Sharon’s middle and nuzzling her neck sweetly, and Sharon’s heart swelled. Goddess, she was so in love with her.

“You gonna stand there all night, or are you gonna come to bed?” Alaska teased, wiggling her hips against Sharon’s backside. Sharon laughed and turned around to face her, stealing a soft kiss before pushing her away.

“Go pick a toy, you horny bitch,” she teased back. “Your favorite one, go get it.”

“Favorite to give or favorite to take?” Alaska asked with a glimmer in her eye. Sharon snorted.

“You really think I’m gonna let you top on Halloween, Thighs?”

Alaska laughed and turned away to look through their toy drawer, giving Sharon a lovely- and obviously intentional- view of her ass as she did so. Once Sharon’s face was clean of makeup, she moved to get on the bed, giving Alaska a light spank and snickering at the squeal that followed. The strap-on was left on the nightstand alongside a bottle of lube and a few other toys that Alaska was clearly hoping would be used that night, and Alaska joined her girlfriend on the bed, pushing Sharon against the mattress to kiss her deeply.

“You looked so hot tonight,” she murmured against Sharon’s lips, straddling her thigh. “I couldn’t say anything in front of your mom or my friends, but you’re so fucking sexy… I kinda wanted you to take me into the bathroom and fuck me there, just fast enough to leave me wanting more of you…”

Sharon smirked. “I would’ve liked to see you all desperate like that. Those little shorts you were wearing, Lasky? Sinful. You fucking tease.”

“They’re screen accurate,” Alaska whined as Sharon flipped their positions so that she could be on top. “I’m glad they worked, though… I love having you take control of me like this. Fucking love it.”

“I know you do,” Sharon teased, leaning down to kiss Alaska’s neck and hear her soft, needy moans. “Picking out all those toys… I hate to disappoint you, but we’re not gonna use them tonight.”

Alaska pouted, but she couldn’t keep it up for long with Sharon’s left hand on her breast and her right hand squeezing her thigh. “Why not?” she whined, soft and needy as Sharon leaned down to lick at her nipple and gasping at the sensation. Sharon hummed, sucking lightly at Alaska’s delicate skin before pulling away.

“I don’t wanna use toys tonight, other than the dick. I don’t wanna tease you, I just wanna worship you and make you feel good. I wanna make love to you, baby.” Alaska let out a soft noise, eyes dark with arousal, and she bit her lip.

“I… I like that,” she admitted in little more than a whisper. “I love you, you know that right?”

“Of course I do,” Sharon replied, spreading Alaska’s thighs apart and dipping a finger between her folds. “I love you so fucking much, Lasky.” Her finger stroked Alaska lightly, feeling how wet she was, how much she wanted her. She was so needy, letting out a little moan when Sharon’s mouth began working over her chest again as she continued to tease her lightly. She added a second finger to her gentle exploration, fingertips sliding over Alaska’s clit and causing her to gasp, hands moving to tangle in Sharon’s hair as the witch kissed down her stomach.

Alaska shifted her position slightly, spreading her legs and offering up her pussy to Sharon with dark eyes. She bit back a smile when Sharon took a moment to throw her hair into a ponytail, but the smile disappeared in a gasp of pleasure as Sharon’s tongue swirled over her pussy.

“ Oh… Oh, Sharon… ”

Sharon was slow and methodical as she ate Alaska out, alternating between light, teasing flicks to her clit and long, full licks against her entire pussy, her arms wrapped around Alaska’s thighs to keep her close. She would usually tease more, building Alaska up only to pull away and watch her whine and beg, but she wanted to be good to her tonight, wanted to see her experience true pleasure. When Alaska came for the first time, her hands tightened in Sharon’s hair and her thighs shook around her head, her pouty lips parted as she moaned and gasped her lover’s name, back arching off the bed. As she came down, Sharon pulled herself up to lay beside her, stroking nonsensical patterns into Lasky’s soft tummy as she relaxed again.

Alaska pulled Sharon in very suddenly to give her a deep, sensual kiss, pulling away only when she was satisfied that she’d made Sharon flush just a little. “Thank you,” she murmured, a sweet, coy smile pulling at her lips. “Fuck, that was so good. You’re so good to me.”

“That’s not all you’re getting tonight, baby,” Sharon promised, slipping out of her lingerie and into the strap-on harness. Alaska blushed at the sight of her girlfriend looking so sexy and confident as she lubed up the long blue cock between her legs, and pulled her down for another kiss.

“You wanted to make love to me?” she breathed against Sharon’s lips, wrapping her legs around her hips. “Make love to me, Sharon.”

Sharon didn’t need to be told twice; she slid into Alaska slowly, kissing every inch of skin she could reach until she was fully sheathed inside her girlfriend. When she started moving, Alaska let out a whimper; Sharon’s thrusts were slow yet deep, just hard enough to make Lasky moan with each one and grip the sheets. She kept her pace the same for the entire time that she fucked Alaska, slow and tender, until the blonde beneath her was a flushed, panting, squirming mess. When she warned Sharon that she was going to come, her voice was barely more than a rough, low moan, and she held onto Sharon tightly as she slipped away into bliss.

This was the moment. Alaska was dreamy, floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic pleasure, and Sharon pulled out gently to lay by her side once more.

“Lasky?” she ventured, lacing their fingers together.

“Mmm?”

“I want you to move in with me.”

Alaska was quiet for a moment, then rolled onto her side to face Sharon, eyes soft and bright. “Yeah?”

Sharon nodded. “Yeah. I want this every day. I wanna go to sleep with you at night and wake up with you in the morning, and I wanna hear you sing in the shower and complain that I leave my stuff everywhere, and I want to make love to you every single night.”

Alaska blinked back tears, closing in for a soft kiss. “I want that too.”

“Really? You… You’ll move in with me?”

Alaska laughed and nodded, giving Sharon another kiss.

“Yeah, Noodles. I will.”

[tony-luvv]

Since you requested prompts: Cop partners Steve and Bucky unable to resist the charm of mob boss Tony and being Extremely Upset when a rival mob tries to kill him.

Say No

Just a quick side note: This is NOT at all what I had planned for this prompt. But uh, what can you do? Smut Below.

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Ps. Should you use the citrus scale?

Bucky threw a copy of the daily news on his desk, “He’staunting us!”

Steve briefly looked away from his paperwork to look at thepaper. Of course it was about Tony Stark and how he was getting ready to open anew club downtown. No wonder Bucky was pissed. To the media, Tony was ahandsome business owner, dabbling in many fields and swaying the hearts of themasses. To the locals and the police department, he was a clever mob boss theycouldn’t even pin a parking ticket on.

It frustrated Bucky (and Steve, but Buck was more inclinedto share his displeasure) to no end that this guy was living above the law.

And that he wasthe sexiest thing on the east coast and they wanted him.

Steve looked up to see Bucky was ranting and grumbling abovehim. Huh…must be Thursday.

“Do keep up boys!” Stark’s ass swayed a little in front ofthem as they walked down the street behind the mob boss. Surprisingly the manwas alone when normally he’d have a ‘guard’ or two with him.

“Maybe I just like the view from back here.” Steve’s handautomatically swung out the smack his best friend. It was one thing for them todesire the criminal, it was a whole other thing if they were to show it. Especiallyout in the open where it could make its way back to commander Fury. Steveshuddered at the thought and the chewing out they’d get for lusting after Fury’smost wanted.

Steve came back to the present when he jerked to a stop,trying not to plow over Stark who just spun around to face them in the middleof the street. Luckily it was a chilly cloudy day and not many people were outtoday.

Tony’s smirk was nothing but devious, “Oh? Is theresomething you’d like to share with the class, Detective Barnes?”

“No-” Steve was quick to step in before Bucky could really put his foot in his mouth, “Nothingat all. Right, Buck?”

Bucky glared with murder in his eyes, “Yeah.”

The next couple seconds were a blur.

Murder face in place, he turned to Steve, “Yeah.”

Something moved out of the corner of his vision and his eyesmoved to adjust. It only took milliseconds but Bucky’s brain moved faster thanthat. Cataloging everything, shifty looking character that’s lingered out ofsight for the past few blocks. Clothes baggy enough to conceal a weapon andface hidden from view. Gunman.

“GET DOWN!”

He dove for Tony just as bullets began flying over theirheads. Steve was quick to draw his weapon, tucking himself behind the car theywere next to and shooting at the fleeing gunman.

“Tony! Tony, are you okay? Are you hit?”

The shorter man seemed fine when he glanced at his facewhile he checked for blood.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Nothing hit.”

“Buck! Call it in, tell them I’m in pursuit and stay withTony.”

“Don’t get hurt, you hear me punk!” Bucky watched Steve’sback disappear around the corner. The bid blonde didn’t say anything but Buckyknows Steve heard him. Checking over Tony one more time he pulled out his radioto call in back up.

When he finished Tony spoke up, “I’m good…” Bucky stared, “soyou can go after him? Make sure Steve doesn’t get himself killed, you know?Like most partners would do.” Bucky vaguely realized he was still crouched overTony in the middle of the sidewalk. He moved to get up and held out a hand tohelp Stark up too.

“Stevie ain’t so easy to kill, sweet thang. Plus, someone’sgot to stick around make sure you’re safe.”

“Great! More babysitters, just what I wanted.” While Tonythrew his hands up in defeat, Bucky was receiving a text. He pulled out hisphone and quickly read over the message. What he read made him smile. “What thehell are you smiling about?”

Bucky glanced up from his phone, “Well sweet cheeks, itseems like me and Stevie are gettin’ paid over-time tonight because we just gotput on protective detail.”

It took a second before Tony’s eyes started to widen, “No, hell no-”

“Yes! Fuck yes – please!S-Steve…” The blonde pounded into the criminal from behind, large handsgripping his hips and pulling him back into each thrust. Tony was in heaven.

Yes he fantasized about getting the two detectives in hisbed but he didn’t think it actually become a reality. But here he was, on hishands and knees, Detective Steve Rogers fucking his ass like it was his missionto ruin Tony and James (Tony refused to call a grown man something soridiculous such as Bucky).

James was sitting in front of him, lazily stroking his dickas he watched the show. He looked good, his hair tied back in a lose bun thatwas falling apart, his rough hands stroking his fat cock. Tony wanted a taste.

His right hand reached for James and his left arm buckled,bringing him to eye level with James’ cock. But before he could even get hismouth on the thick muscle a hand lifted his chin up and away from his treat. “Notso fast doll face, I want to hear that pretty little mouth of yours.”

A shiver ran down his spin and then raced back through hisbody making him moan loud at all the sensations. These two would be the deathof him.

“That’s it doll, be loud, it only makes Stevie wilder.”

It was true, Steve’s hips were pumping faster now andreleasing these gruff grunting sounds. “Getting close, don’t cum Tony.” Tonywhined, why did he have to hold back? He was close too! “You can come once Buckgets a turn.”

Tony whined again but couldn’t do much about the handsqueezing the base of his cock. He never would have taken Steve as being thedevil of the two detectives.

It wasn’t much longer until Steve was emptying his loadinside of Tony, hips jerking, trying to get as much stimulation at the peak ofhis orgasm. Tony just took it.

“Beautiful Stevie, was he good?”

Steve took in a deep breath above him, “So good.”

Tony keened at their words. James chuckled, “Come ‘ere,doll.” With some help, they got Tony situated in James’ lap with Steve lyingbeside them. “Hi, doll.”

Tony blushed, deepening the red of his already flushedcheeks, “Hi, James.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” with both hands holding his ass, James lowered himonto his length, “god, doll face, you’re a messinside.” If Tony wasn’t blushing before, his face was burning crimson now.

“James!”

Tony had no idea what he just gotten himself into. But asJames rocked his hips, fucking him leisurely, he couldn’t find it in himself toregret this.

[bluerene]

don’t think twice [bbrae]

hellooooo friends!! Happy belated Valentine’s Day! 

I had wanted to share a few one-shots for my tumblr valentines earlier this week, but after getting swamped with a paper and a surprise fever, I realized I would not be posting anything in time for the day of hearts :( That said, I still have some gifts to upload so I’ll be staggering these out over the next few days in celebration of my favorite ships and my favorite people on this website and in this fandom.

So, without further ado, my first Valentine goes to @fireflyxrebel , without whom my starx fics + writing presence here would not have existed. Thanks for always being down to chat, Ava, and being the sweetest + most supportive mom friend ever. You’re an astoundingly beautiful, creative, TALENTED human. Love you lots!

Please note - if you’re using tumblr mobile to read this, the formatting will be 100% fucked. I’m not sure why, but there are a lot of random instances of italicization + gross spacing. Sorry <3

Also, not to used cursed terminology, but it’s a tiny bit lemon scented. Or is it lime scented? That’s right, folks, we are BACK on the citrus scale. 

don’t think twice 

How did I live in a kingdom of thieves? 

And people who say things they don’t really mean?

You’re only everything I ever dreamed of.

You must be kidding me, did you really think I could say no?

- Don’t Think Twice, Hikaru Utada

It wasn’t until they had crossed the threshold, their limbs entangled as they landed on the bed, her veil askew and his dress shirt half-unbuttoned, that they realized what they had done.

“Wife,” Gar whispered, nuzzling her neck sweetly. He curled his body around hers, breathing a sigh of relief as they sank into the soft duvet of their bed. 

“It doesn’t feel real, does it?” She mused, studying the silver band on her finger with wide eyes, “after everything that’s happened, I didn’t know if things would ever work.”

He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“You had doubts?”

“You didn’t?” 

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you’d make it all the way down the aisle and still say yes.”

She elbowed him sharply, rolling her eyes. 

“Careful, it’s not too late to get an annulment.”

“You’d just do it all over again in two months like we planned,” he said cheekily. 

Raven smiled, raising her hands to cup his face. 

“Yeah,” she agreed, “you’re probably right about that.”

Her cheeks were pink when she leaned in, brushing her lips against his teasingly. He whimpered when she pulled away, catching her palm and pressing his mouth against it, watching her with dark eyes. 

“Help me get ready for bed?” 

The desire that had pooled in his stomach gave way to pure adoration. He nodded and clambered off the bed, bounding over to her side and scooping her up into his arms. 

She suppressed a giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her to the bathroom. 

Gar flicked on the light and whistled, admiring the polished marble and crystalline glow that filled the room.

“Not bad for a shotgun wedding, huh?”

“We owe Kori big time, you know. She was ready to cry when I told her we wanted to elope early.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t follow us here.”

Raven snorted, patting his chest to let her down, “Believe me, she tried. I had to remind her several times that we would still be having a formal ceremony in December. This was her compromise - she insisted on booking the most expensive honeymoon suite in Vegas in exchange for her silence. I have no idea how she’s going to explain that gap in their finances to Dick.”

“Best sister ever,” Gar commented affectionately, nipping his wife’s ear, “okay, where do we start?”

She touched the top of her head and frowned, wrapping her fingers around the band of the veil that was half-attached to her hair. 

“There are some pins here that you could take out. And then start on the buttons on the back of my dress? I can take the choker off myself.”

“Sure.” 

Her hands went to the clasp of the white ribbon around her neck while his combed through her hair, unpinning the purple waves that were contained beneath the sheer fabric. He glanced around the bathroom, his gaze landing on the massive claw-foot tub that sat a few feet away from them. 

“Hey, Rae, how does a bath sound?” He murmured, sliding the veil off of her head and placing it beside the sink.

“Bubbles and all?” 

“I’m on it, can you finish your dress by yourself?”

She nodded, smiling at his reflection in the mirror.

“Just undo the first few buttons and I can do the rest.”

He took his time with them, not missing the opportunity to press his fingers against her bared skin. Her eyes fluttered shut while he did so, her mouth falling open when his breath warmed her flesh. 

“Don’t get distracted,” she warned.

“Me? I would never,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before seating himself on the edge of the tub. He turned on the faucet and placed his fingers beneath the flowing water absentmindedly, his attention fixed on her. 

Gar spent more than his fair share of time wondering how he’d been so lucky. How, after years of fighting and facing the worst of the world, he had wound up tasting heaven and claiming a piece of it for himself. Moreover, allowing himself to be taken time and time again by its allure, ferocity, and wit. 

Even in the weeks leading up to their wedding, a tiny part of him was certain it wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. Arella would withdraw her blessing. Steve and Rita would blow them off in favor of a mission that required their immediate assistance. Something would get in the way. And as the first ceremony neared, Gar began to panic. 

On the sixteenth of October, two full months before their scheduled trip to Azarath and the subsequent white wedding they had planned to host in Jump, Gar asked Raven to marry him again.

She had only raised an eyebrow, shutting the novel in her lap and setting it aside on her bed. 

“I feel like we already had this conversation.”

“I mean, now. Like, now, now.”

She pursed her lips. 

“What about the actual wedding?”

Gar shook his head, bouncing with excitement. 

“Don’t you see? None of that stuff matters, Rae, not when we have each other, not when we want to get married and we’re ready to do it.”

Raven crossed her arms, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you? I thought you were excited about doing a bigger thing. The whole Doom Patrol promised to be there, everyone in the Network is showing up, Vic’s been planning the ‘bachelor party of the century’ for ages. My mom’s even convinced the Head Priestess to let us bring the others to Azarath for our binding. We can’t just cancel on these people, Gar.”

“Is there something so wrong with me wanting to be with you for the rest of my life as soon as possible?”

She scowled.

“What is this, do you think we’re going to call it quits five minutes before or something? I planned on being with you for the rest of my life the moment I said yes to you. Isn’t that enough?”

“If words were enough, I wouldn’t have proposed at all.” He snapped, running a hand through his hair. 

“Okay,” Raven said sharply, rising from her seat, “I don’t want this to go any further. We aren’t fighting about this. So you can either tell me why you suddenly want to elope or you can walk away from this conversation, and we can pretend it didn’t happen.”

Gar squeezed his eyes shut and sighed tiredly, rubbing the side of his face.

“Sorry. That was too far, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.”

“You know I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I know that too.”

“I just, ah, I guess I’ve been waiting for something to go wrong,” he confessed, fidgeting nervously, “Vic and Sarah had to postpone their wedding twice because things came up. Kori almost died three weeks before her bachelorette party and Dick broke six bones saving someone else on their honeymoon. I’m so fucking tired of being afraid, Rae. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want anything to get in the way. I just want you to be my wife.”

Her glare softened immediately and she stepped forward, circling her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek to his chest.

“I’ve been picking up waves of concern from you for weeks,” she confessed, “I just didn’t know if you wanted to talk about it. I’m sorry, Gar.”

He dropped a kiss on her head, rubbing her back soothingly.

“I got defensive. I shut you out. That’s my fault, not yours. But I still want to get married, right now.”

“Gar -”

“We don’t have to cancel our other plans, Rae, nothing needs to change! We can sneak off to Vegas tonight and get hitched and nobody would even need to know -”

She rolled her eyes, snuggling into his form.

“Bold of you to assume Kori wouldn’t find out.”

“- about us at the end of the day, right? I just want to be married to you. I want to call you my wife. No matter what goes wrong tomorrow or next week or the night before our marriage.”

“Okay.”

“So I don’t see why we can’t - wait, what?” Gar blinked and gripped her arms, pulling her away from him to study her face, “You mean it? We can go?”

She smiled and touched his cheek. 

“I love you, Gar. I would never say no to marrying you, no matter when you had asked. I just didn’t want you to make a choice you couldn’t defend.”

“So...we’re getting married? Tonight?” 

Raven nodded, gazing into his bright eyes. 

“Let me talk to Kori and see if she can cover for us. Go ahead and pack some stuff together.”

He morphed into a wolf and let out a loud howl, bounding around her excitedly before knocking her to the ground and licking her face enthusiastically.

“Down - boy,” she managed between laughs, scratching behind his ears. She rubbed her cheek against his affectionately and rose from the ground, adjusting her cloak and heading into the hallway. 

It would be a few days before they managed to slip away, having obtained permission and “the essentials that you must take with you if you wish for me to keep your secret!” that were so lovingly bestowed upon them by their dear sister. But in the end, it was absolutely worth it.

“GAR.” 

A loud shriek from Raven broke him out of his reverie, drawing his attention to the scalding water that was burning his hand. Gar yelped and pulled his hand away immediately, wincing at the stinging sensation on his reddened skin.

“Idiot,” Raven scolded, taking his hand in hers tenderly. She clasped her cool fingers around it and closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos.”

A gentle trickling washed over the injury, soothing it until the pain had faded to a faint tingling. 

“Thanks, babe. My bad.”

“Go and change out of your suit, I’ll finish making up our bath,” she ordered, shaking her head.

He obeyed immediately, loosening his tie and placing it with the growing pile of her discarded accessories. His suit jacket, dress shirt, and undershirt landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, his dress pants and socks following soon after. A fluffy robe hung invitingly beside the bathroom door and he couldn’t resist slipping into it.

“Done,” he chirped, approaching his new wife, who was also swathed in a fluffy robe identical to his. 

She smiled up at him, drawing her fingers out of the tub and shaking them dry. 

“It’s almost ready, though I’m tempted to just curl up in bed wearing these.”

“The goal is to get naked, not bundle up.”

“Maybe your goal is to get naked,” she shot back, “but mine is to be cozy.”

He grinned.

“We can get cozy and naked. Let me warm you up -”

“Oh look, the bath is full,” Raven said airily, smirking when his ears drooped, “I’ll add the bubbles, you can light the candles.”

“Do you plan on teasing me all night or...?”

She flashed him a rare grin, her dark eyes glinting mischievously.

“Would I really be your wife if I didn’t?”

Gar pouted and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. 

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” she breathed, placing her hands on his and lacing their fingers together.

“We did it. We’re married, Rae.”

His nose sought out her skin, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear slowly. Her dreamy sighs were music to his ears.

The jewel in the center of her forehead flared black for a moment, the lights around them flickering in tandem with each brush of his mouth against her body.  A growl rumbled from deep within his chest, the echoes of his inner beast stirring to recognize their mate. She smelled sweet and clean, like a burst of fresh air on the ocean breeze. 

“Gar,” she murmured, stepping away from the tub, “wait.”

She pushed him off of her gently, biting her lip as she studied him in the soft lighting. His eyes were a warm, dark, emerald shade of green, filled with desire and happiness and longing. His shoulders had broadened in the last few years, complementing his added height and sharpened jaw. But beneath the figure of a man, she could feel the same boy who had called her weird while never truly minding her weirdness. His heartbeat always quickened at her touch. His gaze always brightened. His ears always twitched.

“I love you too,” she whispered, slowly loosening the belt around his waist and pushing the robe off his shoulders. She turned her head, and he followed her gaze, promptly stripping out of his boxers and climbing into the tub. Slowly, with a quiet hesitancy he hadn’t witnessed in a long time, she raised her hand, sending black flashes of energy to each candle that had been placed in the bathroom. Her eyes glowed, and the dimmer on the light switch lowered, leaving them in darkness lit only by gentle flares. 

He watched unashamedly as the robe slipped from her form, revealing a band of dark blue lace that hugged her breasts and hips tightly. A strip of white lace sat high on her thigh, looking strikingly bright against the smooth grey of her skin. 

“Something borrowed and something blue,”  Raven said shyly, “I figured we could keep things a little traditional.”

“Yeah,” Gar replied, mouth going dry at the sight of his near-naked wife in the candlelight, “Something old and something new?”

She neared the edge of the tub, bracing herself with his shoulder and climbing in. 

“The necklace was my mother’s. I’ll wear it again in December. As for the new...”, she stroked his hair gently, “I plan to keep my new husband on my body for the rest of the night. That counts, right?”

“Works for me,” he mumbled, running his hands up her legs. 

“Careful with the garter, that’s borrowed. Feel free to tear into the underwear as you please.”

She stood before him, sighing with delight when he gripped her hips and pressed a kiss against the curve of her waist. He hooked his fingers beneath the garter and slid it down her leg slowly, tossing it in the direction of his discarded clothes before focusing on the dark lace that curved around her ass.

“Hell yes,” he hissed, nipping at the seams with his teeth. 

Bathwater splashed over the edge as his enthusiasm overcame him. She giggled and thrashed in his hold, her laughter turned to breathless moans and pants and cries, some of which were so animalistic they rivaled his own. Waves rode out into a quiet stillness until there was only her body and his, two pieces wrapped together to form a whole. He stroked her skin gently, lavishing the parts that had been darkened by his relentless mouth. They toweled off and drained the tub, wrapped in their fluffy robes once more, and snuggled into their bed, rejoining their bodies over and over again.

When morning came, it was to bring forward the two lovers into the life they truly deserved. 

I want you for a lifetime, so if you’re gonna think twice, baby, 

I don’t wanna know, baby, I don’t wanna know.

Everything is just right, but if you’re gonna think twice, baby, 

I don’t wanna know, baby, I don’t wanna know. 

If you wanna take it to an even higher level, 

all you gotta do is say the word you know I’ll follow,

If you wanna take it to an even higher level,

I don’t, I don’t bite.

[stemroses]

Omg yes!

See I didn’t know what “lemon” “slash” “citrus scale” and like everything else we use in fanfics mean when I first started. (Mainly bc I found fanfics in the fourth grade and never stopped). So I basically had to teach myself “huh… those words that they use but don’t mean the actual meaning means that the people do stuff you’re not suppose to do. Interesting. Weird.., but ok”. So I really liked the fics that were like “stop reading here” or “skip to next chapter if you don’t wanna read smut” . ❤️❤️ bc I miss that. A lot actually. We should bring that back. Give me my warning back.

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

[missmonkeymode]

We really out here going back to the citrus scale huh

[deltaengineering]

Winter Anime 2019 Part 2: My Fedora Weighs A Ton

Smash that hate-reblog button, because today I’m calling out another penily* challenged isekai copypasta. But first...

Dororo

What: Baby gets most vital organs stolen by demons due to his father’s dickishness, is now all grown up and back for revenge. He also picks up a spunky petty thief so this doesn’t get too depressing.

✅ Shounen manga in the 60s sure was some shit huh. Thankfully this is a Tezuka original, so it’s surprisingly lighthearted for how ultragrim the setup is. That doesn’t mean it actually is lighthearted on an absolute scale, of course, just matter of fact instead of unbearably miserable. I like it.

✅✅ This looks dope, yo. It starts with the character designs, which are nicely updated but still noticeably Tezuka-ish. Then there’s the animation, which is deluxe and super deluxe during fights. And the backgrounds are real pretty too.

✅✅ Bonus points for a fantastic OP as well. I would already crown this as the OP of the season (sorry, Boogiepop), but we’ve still got another Mappa show to come and it’s Kakegurui, which has a track record in that regard. Dare I hope we get something even better?

♎ Ah, yes, Mappa. Great openings and great first episodes is what they do. I dearly hope they don’t donk it again, or, failing that, only donk it in the very last minute like Zombieland Saga.

✅ This is absolutely not my thing subject-wise, but the evidence suggests that it’s just too good to pass up. Hot damn.

Pastel Memories

What: Akiba has become normal and a bunch of girls are just sort of wandering around in it looking for manga.

❌❌ Okay seriously, what is with this new trend of making the first episode of your anime boring, seemingly on purpose? The preview promises some action (note: more on that later), but this first episode is largely content-free and tedious as hell.

❌❌ I suppose they’re banking on their large amount of kawaii characters, but a character-focused show needs, you know, character. These girls are extremely bland and samey and the one memorable one is the one that says nya a lot. Gimmicks are not the pinnacle of effort, yes, but simply not doing anything is hardly more effort.

❌❌ It also looks like ass, which is why I’m not enthusiastic about this show attempting action in the future. It’s somehow consistently off-model, with all the characters having sightline problems that makes everyone have a constant vacant stare. It’s barely worth mentioning with problems like that, but the animation’s not much either. The whole thing exudes a distinct bootleg ambiance.

♎ The plot they’re hinting at at the very end (all these girls are dimension-hoppers going through different worlds) admittedly has potential to be at least mildly entertaining. But potential is nothing without execution, which this show anti-excels at.

Mob Psycho 100 S2

What: Quit frontin, you know what MP100 is.

✅ At this point I’m basically only in it for the glorious visuals, so S2 better not be a step down. It’s not, so that’s good.

✅ I was not at all impressed by Mob Psycho’s writing overall, but the aspect I liked the most was Mob’s awkward daily life. This episode mostly focused on that, so no complaints here either. Komedy with Reigen and what amounts to a grunge rock cover of Bleach will surely follow, but this is about episode 1. 

❌ One of S1's strongest points was the amazing opening. The new one is a much inferior clone of that one, both musically and visually.

♎ I won’t complain at length about MP100′s content again, but yeah, I don’t have high hopes. I’ll watch it no matter what because it’s still worth it, and the most I hope for is that the glue between the kabooms isn’t too annoying on average. This is starting out on the right foot if nothing else.

Rinshi!! Ekoda-chan

What: A sort of experimental adaptation of an 4koma about an easygoing woman. The trick is that every episode will be done by entirely different staff and studios.

❌❌ You know, I don’t mind weird, not conventionally beautiful arthouse shorts. However, packing your 3 minute short with 20 minutes of staff interviews explaining why it’s good may be a bit too modern art even for me. Especially when done in a Japanese daytime TV style.

❌ Even on its own terms, the short itself is on the bad side of whatever. #relatable to some, maybe, but not to me. And well, it’s not a looker, not even unconventionally so.

❌ The idea here is intriguing, but it spectacularly doesn’t work out in the first episode. I suppose if this produces something amazing down the line (which, admittedly, it might), I’ll hear about it.

Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari / The Rising of the Shield Hero

What: 💩

💩💩 Features a complete catalogue of isekai tropes, including pointing them out because the writer is extremely intelligent. If I have called it shit before, it’s probably in here somewhere.

💩💩 Is a whiny nerd’s manifesto on the topic of how he doesn’t get respected even though he’s so nice and how women are gold-digging whores that accuse him of rape. Basically, this is the /r/incels to Goblin Slayer’s /r/the_donald.

💩💩 Fucking double length because just saying “isekai” is not enough, you have to really make sure everyone knows what that means.

💩💩 Oh yeah, Shield Hero seems to pick up a slave catgirl at the end, as you do. I hope she also gives him a swirly and steals his lunch money, but considering he can magically order her to stay in the kitchen, I don’t think that’s likely.

♎ Looks alright, if thoroughly uninspired. Kinema Citrus can do better, but thankfully don’t.

Ueno-san wa Bukiyou / How clumsy you are, Miss Ueno.

What: Ueno-san is a genius inventor, crush-haver and terminal-stage boke. Oh dear.

❌❌ Loud and obnoxious comedy short. But still not short enough (12m).

❌❌ The two jokes in this episode are 1. Ueno wants to make her crush/straight man drink her piss and 2. Ueno wants to make her crush/straight man look up her skirt while not wearing panties.

❌❌ In other words, it’s a more stylistically generic Asobi Asobase that also pulls its punches with magical piss-purifying/pussy-hiding technology.

❌❌ No.

Watashi ni Tenshi ga Maiorita! / Wataten!: An Angel Flew Down to Me

What: Useless neet girl pervs on her little sister’s best friend. “Cute or pedo? Why not both!”, says Doga Kobo, establishing a pattern in the process.

♎ Shockingly, that pattern is not a tremendously annoying character for once. Our lead here is annoying, just not outrageously so. So it’s no Uzamaid, and one might even consider this watchable and cute if you don’t think about it too hard, or preferably at all.

♎ It also looks plush and agreeable, as usual. 

❌❌ What is exactly like Uzamaid is the loliyuri though, and no amount of Doga Kobo gloss will make that go away. Why not, like, pick one of the thousands of cutesy 4koma without that? It’s just creepy. Less creepy than Uzamaid, yes, but that might as well have been the most pastel colored horror TV show ever so that’s not an accomplishment. 

❌ Even if it weren’t extremely questionable content-wise, what’s left would still just be a good-looking but utterly unexceptional moe show. Sort of like Sansha Sanyou or in fact the majority of Doga Kobo productions at this point. What a waste of talent.

* Yes, that’s a word. I looked it up.

[metalbendersofficial]

We really have to go back to the citrus scale huh? Another one of god's little tests

[yoghurtslut-blog1]

To Be Blunt...

To be blunt, dying sucked. It really did. Ignore all of those people who claim that dying is beautiful and that you will be going to G-d or whatever afterwards. Who knows if that shit is true? The nurses waking you up at ungodly hours, multiple times a day, to prick you or to cut off the circulation to your hand while they checked your heart beat wasn't even the worst part of the entire thing. Try instead thinking about the fact that you don't have enough energy to move. Or how you can't keep anything down, not even water, so you have to get an IV to keep you hydrated so you don't die even quicker. Try not being able to control your bladder or your bowels, so you piss or shit yourself daily. Try not being able to look at your parents or your doctors, due to the looks in their eyes, the "holy shit, my son is going to die, and we don't know what to do or how to tell him." Guess what, Mamma and Papa, I already know.

Courfeyrac sighed as he let himself go limp. Just for a moment, he wanted to relax. It was one of those rare times when the room was both dark and quiet, although just enough light shined in through the hallway to allow him to barely see his lighting. The thin, plastic curtain was certainly not a blackout curtain, and if he strained, he could see the faint sillouhette of his roommate, propped up with something in his hands. Probably a book, knowing Enjolras.

"I fucking hate this," Couf said, though his voice was scratchy and quiet. He wasn't necessarily talking to Enjolras, but he had hoped that the blond would reply for the sake of his sanity.

He heard a small noise from the other side of the curtain-- so Enjolras was reading a book, just like he had thought. Then, a short sigh came, followed by the other's response.

"Do you want to do something?" Enjolras asked, though there was a slight edge to his voice.  He was overly cautious, Courfeyrac knew, even from the short amount of time that they had known each other. He was overly cautious, but strongly opinionated, thus resulting in the intense personality that so few had managed to control, but that Enjolras was an expert on.

"What can we do? I'm on bed rest, you can't feel your legs. We can't go anywhere."

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Enjolras suggested. He heard the other shift in his bed, probably turning onto his side as though he could see through the curtain and was looking at Courf.

"We can't see each other, dumbass."

"Wow, no need to be so rude. I can open the curtain."

"Why would you do that?"

There was a slight pause. "So we can see each other?"

Although Enjolras spoke in a quiet tone, Courfeyrac could hear the mild accusations in his voice. The tones that he so often heard in school or hanging out with friends. It screamed, "Duh, isn't it obvious?" and Courf could feel his cheeks heating up. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't," Courfeyrac sighed after a few beats of borderline awkward seconds. He could almost hear the face Enjolras made; the look of disappointment, with his lips pressed together and a slight crease between his brows.

The night shift nurses, whom he always forgot the names of, knocked on the door and then burst into their room, flipping on the intense bright lights. He heard Enjolras groan.

"Sorry, bud; I know how much you hate the lights," one of the nurses said; it was a male nurse for Enjolras. Courfeyrac hoped that he got a female nurse, so he could woo her with his piss-stained sheets and translucent skin, as well as his beautiful bald patches. Who knows? Maybe he'll even vomit on her.

Mentally, he added to the list he had started earlier. Dying sucked for another reason, as well-- people pity people who are dying. The looks they give are one of the worst reasons, in Courf's opinion. Of course, when he saw the nurse come from the other side of the curtain, the first thing he noticed was the dreaded look.

Otherwise, the nurse was really cute. She was very tall; if Courfeyrac stood up, she'd probably be around the same height as he was. Her eyes were a dark hazel and she had a hooked nose. Her very curly red hair was back in a bun, but a few strands had fallen out. The shade of red almost clashed with her tanned, olive tone skinned, but the reddish tint in her freckles warmed her looks up enough that the hair looked really good. She was really pretty. Courfeyrac had to actively force himself to look away when she turned around to set some of his shots up-- he didn't want to disrespect her by staring at her ass.

"Okay, you know the drill. Can you sit up?" she asked as she turned around. She had the sphygmomanometer in her hands. Courf noticed her nametag, hard to miss from the bright stickers that covered it. For a moment his vision blurred as he propped himself up, but as soon as he was still, he was able to read it: Yana. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Had this been a bar and not a hospital, he totally would have stepped up his game to buy her a drink or two, then maybe take her back to his place. Pour her some wine. Then he'd turn the stereo up, listening to classical music, because he was a classy fellow. Then, he'd lean in and let her lean into him to complete the kiss. Once he had her approval, he would--

"How do you say your name?" she-- Yana-- asked. She had a slight accent, but Courf couldn't place where she would be from.

"Coo-fehr-rahk," Courf said, slowly, and over-exaggerating the syllables. He watched as a blank smile spread across her face as she repeated the name over silently.

"Courfeyrac. Okay, I got that," she smiled again, but this time, the corners of her eyes wrinkled. Courf grinned a bit at that. Without having to be told, he hold out his arm. Yana wrapped the blood pressure checker around his arm and then pressed a button on the machine-- clearly, this was a high tech hospital. She scowled a bit at the screen when it yielded the results, but she didn't say anything. She scribbled something down on her sheet.

"How are you doing pain wise?" Yana asked as she took the sphygmomanometer off of his arm. Courf noticed that she smelled sweet, like citrus and vanilla. It was a beautiful scent. Of course, then he had to answer the question, because he wasn't rude.

"Oh, you know. They same old. Hurts to breathe and be alive. Maybe a 7 or something?"

"The classic number scale, coming to the rescue, I see."

"You know it, baby. Now, give papa his drugs so he doesn't stab himself."

Yana snorted. "Stabbing yourself is against the rules. However, if you do stab yourself, do it on someone else's watch so I don't get in trouble," she paused for a moment, then added: "Also, if you refer to your drugs like you're some kind of addict, I might have to fill out some paperwork. Don't make me do that."

She put something into his IV. Courfeyrac pressed his lips together. Before she leaved, he wanted to take a moment to compliment her, because people love compliments. It makes them happy; Courfeyrac loved to make people happy.

"Yana, has anyone ever told you how georgous you are? And your looks aren't the only thing that make you so stunning. I don't know you, like, at all, but you have a ridiculously cute smile. Also, you seem like you have a great sense of humor and you are very kind. You are amazing at your job."

Yana stared at him for a moment, and then a pink blush spread across her face. She looked down at her shoes and giggled a bit nervously. "Wow, what a womanizer you are, huh?" she said, trying to keep the mood light. When she looked him back in the eye, he saw the look again. The look of pity, and sorrow, and maybe a touch of longing. Courfeyrac wanted to scream. Could not one person look at him like he was a puppy?

"Do you need your sheets cleaned, Courfeyrac?" she asked. Courf nodded, but he didn't make any attempt to move. Suddenly, he felt really tired, and really numb. All he could do was lay there.

"Maybe you can come back later to clean them, Yana," he said. Yana placed a hand on his forehead, doing a quick temperature check. She wrote down the rest of his vitals and then left.

The lonely life of those who are doomed to die, huh?

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: NMNL July 19

I just got the news yesterday x3 my Lucky Treat has officially shipped! I’m not sure when I’ll get it, because while there is tracking, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise. But I’ll be sure to keep an occasional eye on it just to make sure nothing happens.

“With the weather heating up we wanted to bring you a box of beauty items that will be staples for you this summer! Don’t forge to bring these essentials with you on your summer holiday!“

Prize

This month, the winners of the mini-contest could receive some skin care products perfect for the summer weather. That perfect white clay looks a lot like something I got sometime back, a facial product, but I’m not sure if its the same thing.

Glam Gift

Meanwhile, we have a variety of brands I never heard of before- with the exception of the pink face mask up in the corner, if you recall in June’s KiraKira box we got the exact same thing, but it was a blue one.

July’s Must-Have Summer Item!

And this months horoscope is a must-have item for summer. Find your month and tell me down below, do you have these things? If not, would you want them or like them?

I don’t wear flip flops anymore, but I did own a pair of pink ones when I was little.

Alright! So let’s get started with this months items!

Prreti Pure White Milk Cream & Hatomugi UV Milky Gel

Okay, so starting with the item I already own, the Hatomugi UV Gel. This is a skincare product ideal for moisturizing and conditioning the skin for sunny weather. The one I own of this is right across the room from me, and from what I could tell there was virtually no difference between them (obviously, but it doesn’t hurt to check).

I’m not crazy for item repeats, but in this case I can make an exception because this is a really good sunscreen/moisturizer. It isn’t sticky or greasy and it soaks into the skin really quick, and the scent is extremely light and non-invasive.

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The Prreti Pure White Milk Cream product is made from natural ingredients like milk protein extract, white flower complex, and peach extract to help give the skin a natural glow in place of heavier makeups or foundation. It can even be used to add a little shine to the armpits, elbow, and knees. It’s has an.... off-peach-ish sort of scent?

What’s nice about this product is that unlike fresh applied foundation, it’s a clear lotion-like product that soaks into the skin and won’t rub off on your hands or something else that touches it. I’m not actually sure it could replace a foundation, but I feel like there’s a difference where I applied it, just a little bit of one. It feels like the Hatomugi UV product in hat it’s un-greasy and feels really light on the skin.

Frill Makeup Pouch

This is a first for NMNL, we are receiving an adorable makeup pouch, a must-have item for carrying around your makeup essentials, or honestly any sort of purse or essential item you might want. I know the pic makes it hard to see, but the purse has a gold and white woven texture, and the ruffles and zipper segment are rose gold, this would be perfect for the beach :3

I know some beauty-based boxes do give away items like purses or pouches or some extra-item so I was a little surprised because usually NMNL and KiraKira Crate don’t. I like the idea so I hope we see more~

Sakura Blotting Paper and Bandage set

For summer, it comes in handy to have some blotting paper. Before I ever got some I never really thought about it, and now I really like having them- just in case. To celebrate spring into summer, the pack features a simple sakura design, and it even comes in 2 bandages! I never saw that one before. The sheets also have a very faint hint of pink coloring on them, which is a nice little additional touch.

There isn’t really much I can really say about blotting paper. It might feel a bit weird using if you never did before, but it does a great job collecting the excess oils and sweat from your skin. I’d recommend trying them if you never did before because you might end up liking it.

Bling Bling Eye Stick & Yum Yum Lip Syrup

As usual I always look forward to the makeup items, and these were no exceptions. First up we have a crayon eyeshadow by Etude House, available in a few differently glittery shades perfect for summertime! The color I got was Pinky Star Rain. It’s a really pretty gold-copper-ish color, with a hint of pink- I suppose it’d be rose gold too?  

It applies smoothly and looks really pretty on the skin, whether you leave it as is or blend it out, or use both techniques to create a sort of natural-ish hue with sparkle.

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To go with our glittery sun-kissed skin, we also have a fun "lip syrup” by the SAEM, available in 3 different yummy scented, delicious tasting colors; from the cherry red one I got, to a strawberry baby pink, and a natural peach. This goes on the lips very smoothly and gives them a nice, healthy shine.

It smells good, tastes fine (should it get in your mouth, I’m not saying to eat it), and it eventually dries onto the lips, leaving behind a hue for some time afterwards. It’s not sticky on the lips, nor greasy, just wet. I’m not really for lip products like this, but I actually really like it. It smells like cherry candy with a hint of medicine in it, but not overbearingly. It applied really easy and smoothly (especially in comparison to a couple past products I got that made my lips look patchy, or I had to apply a lot), and it’s not a terrible red shade either.

CHOOSY In Air Beauty Gummy

This is another first for NMNL, an edible item! But of course, it’s an edible item perfect for this kind of box (and by Choosy Lips of course), it’s focus is to improve the plumpness, smoothness, and overall quality of the lips in a fun little lip-shaped gummy. They were available in either peach or yogurt and contain collagen, calcium, hyaluronic acid, and dietary fiber.

Besides being fun to squish, the gummies taste pretty good. It’s sort of like a milky, yogurtish peach flavor. I’m not actually sure if they really do anything though, I want to believe they do, but I can’t tell.

Foot Moisture Pack

This is our last item, a fun moisture pack for your feets. What they call socks, I was calling booties. Each set comes in a fun color and has a dotted pattern on them; ironic that I got yellow huh?

Well on the upside the product was scented like delicious lemon~ I love bright citrus scents like that, and even without the product I can still pick it up from the package. 

Besides the fun design, I like how the adhesive tapes were actually included, in fact they were on the socks already, all you had to do was pull the sheet off of them and wrap it to the side. I did notice the product seemed small though, and while I could feel it on my feet and they came out slippery and moist, I can’t say it did as well as others I’ve tried. It did feel good to use with all the walking I did the past four days with the hospital though, and it did help “repair” the skin. 

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5. Everything was nice and worked fine, I didn’t have any sort of unpleasantness or issues to deal with. I liked everything.

Theme: 4.5 out of 5. For summer a summer theme is perfect, and I agree that most of these items served as a summer essential. I’d say there was 1 or 2 that really didn’t, but for most part I believe the theme was great and well thought out.

Total Rank: 10 out of 10. For summer I feel like this would be an essential box to get ;3 The items were good and it had a fun variety!

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Lip Syrup - It’s so cute, and it doesn’t look that bad on me like some red shades have a tendency to do. It smells delicious~ 

2. Makeup Pouch - While I loved the idea and am happy they included it, I initially didn’t really like the style of it much. But the more I looked at it the more I ended up liking it. It’s perfect for a summer look and carrying around makeup essentials.

3. Choosy Gummies - I love squishing them, they’re so cute~ 

4. Bling Bling Eye Stick - It’s pretty to look at and it’s a subtle glittery shade in a natural color that’s still fun to look at.

5. Foot Moisture Pack - The packaging/booties were fun to look at and they smell amazing. Although I’m not sure I liked the quality of these ones in comparison to others, I’d buy it for the scent.

6. Hatomugi UV Gel - I’ve already gotten it before, but it’s an item I like so I’m okay with that. It works.

7. White Milk Cream - I love it’s cute milk carton package. I’m still not sure it did much, but it felt nice to put on.

8. Blotting Sheets - I think they’re pretty to look at, but unfortunately because its fall, soon to be winter, I don’t think I’ll be using these right now~ I like how they included bandages, because you never know when you’ll need one.

[bayside-smoking-blues]

u shouldnt use the n/s/f/w tag because tumblr flags your posts and blog even if its a written short post ;; it happened to me sometimes! ppl are using citrus scale in tags again to avoid the problem

oh damn. Tumblr really did make we go back to the citrus scale, huh. Alright, thanks for informing me!!