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americasass91 · 4 years ago

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Truth or Dare?

Here is the original request:

Well Hello! I know I haven’t posted anything in a hot minute. Stupid fucking Covid got in the way. But I’m fully recovered and back to normal! Well as normal as I can be for me 😋. Anyways i’m back with a request from @shythingstudentdragon! I hope you like it! And thank you for letting me tweak the request just a little! I also used some prompts so this fit into the Happy Hoelidays Challenge! Sorry this is such a late entry but I’m glad I was able to get one out! Thank you for hosting this lovely challenge @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 and @donutloverxo! I had a lot of fun with it!

This is a Steve Rogers AU. I hope you enjoy!

Dialogue Prompts:

“I know a good way to warm you up.”

Gif Prompt Used: Steve Rogers

Rating: Explicit (I mean really, all of mine are usually this rating. I can’t seem to help myself😏)

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Language, Oral(F Receiving), unprotected sex(You can’t go wrong, if you shield your dong), Steve being Steve (I think this is a valid warning), And if i forgot anything I apologize

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God you hated men.

Your ex decided to cheat on you with the school slut. You broke up with him as soon as you found out and he had the audacity to act all bent out of shape about it. What the fuck did he expect?

You’re not even entirely sure why he slept with someone else. You guys had plenty of sex. Not good sex, but still.

The sad thing was is you’re only 18 but you were considering swearing off men.

“Pssst. Come on baby, talk to me.” Your ex was currently trying to get your attention in class. You were doing your best to ignore him and just copy the notes from the board.

“Shut up, Justin. I don’t want to hear it.” You whispered back while glancing at the teacher. You really didn’t want to get in trouble.

“But I want you back. That girl didn’t mean anything.”

You decided to not even dignify that with a response and continue to copy the board.

“Please Y/N. I just need one more chance, you’ll see. I’ve changed!”

“Shhh.” You hear from the front of the class. It came from the Teacher’s Assistant, Steve.

You glare back at Justin.

The glare must not have any effect because he continues to pester you.

After about the fifth plea of taking him back, you lose it.

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?”

You instantly slap your hands over your mouth. You hadn’t meant to scream that out loud.

“Miss Y/L/N!! There will be no tolerance for that kind of outburst and language in my classroom! Detention after school!!”

Your jaw drops. “But that’s not fair! He wouldn’t leave me alone.” You point back at Justin.

“Well the only voice I heard was yours. I’ll see you after school.”

Mr. Smith comes over and hands you the dreaded pink slip. The bell rings indicating class is over. You gather your things and hightail it the hell out of there, needing to get away from Justin as soon as possible.

That motherfucker caused you to get detention. And on today of all days! You were going to go Christmas shopping with your girls. Well not now.

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After your last class of the day you find your friends to let them know you have detention and aren’t able to join them.

“Awe that totally sucks! How on earth did you get detention?” Your best friend asks.

You quickly tell them what happened. They all agree you’re going to have to get Justin back somehow.

You give them a sad wave and head back towards your 3rd period class to get this torture over with.

When you walk in you look around for Mr. Smith and are pleasantly surprised to see his Teaching Assistant instead sitting at his desk.

You plop yourself down in one of the desks in the middle row. “Where’s Mr. Smith?”

Steve looks up from the tests he’s grading. “He said he had a prior commitment and asked if I minded sitting with you.”

You roll your eyes. “You must have something better to do than hang out in detention.”

He gives you a smirk. “I don’t believe I’m the one in detention, Miss Y/L/N.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his smirk. “Yeah, well. It’s not exactly my fault that I’m here.”

He nods. “I know. I noticed Justin wouldn’t leave you alone. I tried to explain that to Mr. Smith after class. But you know how he is. Plus you shouted a curse word out loud.”

You grimace. “Yeah, not one of my finer moments. So how does this work? Do I have to sit here and be quiet for an hour or am I allowed to talk?”

Steve leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. Jesus. How had you never noticed how built he was before?

“Well normally I ask the student to sit there quietly but since I don’t really think you’re at fault, I don’t mind if you talk. What would you like to talk about?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Well, I don’t know a lot about you. How about we play Truth or Dare. That always brings out people’s true selves.”

There’s that smirk again. “Alright. You start.”

“Okay, Truth or Dare?”

“I’m just warning you, I don’t do a lot of Dares. So I’m going with Truth.”

“Fine with me. We’ll start easy. How old are you?”

He cocks his head to the side. “Almost 21. Truth or Dare?”

You cross your legs and can’t help but notice his gaze follows your movement. “Truth.”

“How old are you?”

You smirk. “18. I started Kindergarten late. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“So what are you going to school for?”

“I want to be a history teacher. That’s why I’m Mr. Smith’s assistant.”

You nod your head. “Makes sense. And I know you didn’t ask me but, Truth.”

He looks up towards the ceiling for a moment, thinking about what he wants to ask you. “So why was that guy bothering you in class?”

You can’t help the roll of your eyes. “He’s my ex and he wants me back. And I could care less.”

“Why’d you guys break up?”

“He decided to fuck somebody else and I don’t put up with that shit. I know I deserve better than that. So I’ve sworn off men.”

He furrows his brows. “I mean that totally sucks he cheated on you. And in my opinion he’s an idiot. But you’re really swearing off men? All men? We’re not all bad you know.”

“I didn’t say all men were bad. I’m just done with them for now. Gonna take some time for myself. Enjoy me.”

Steve’s thoughts immediately go down the drain at your last statement. He can feel his cheeks turning red as well as his pants getting tighter. He clears his throat. “Well, that’s always good to do. Time for yourself is important.”

“Yeah it is. And I believe it’s my turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth, please.”

You decide you want to watch him squirm. “I can’t help but notice you have a nice body. Do all the girls at college try to get a piece of you?”

Now Steve definitely knows his cheeks are red. “Um, no. I can’t say that they do. I mean, I’ve had a few interested but not a lot.”

You find that hard to believe. He’s fucking gorgeous and currently ruining your panties with every smirk of his. “Now, I don’t believe that for a second. I mean, you’re very good looking Steven. If I went to your college, I’d definitely hit on you.”

Now Steve was definitely having inappropriate thoughts. He knew he shouldn’t. You were still in high school. Although you are 18. “Well, thank you. I guess the right girl hasn’t been interested. I’m looking for a connection I guess. I want more than just sex.”

That actually surprised you. Usually sexy guys like Steve are only looking for one thing. “Yeah, a connection would be nice I suppose. Although you have to admit, sometimes just sex can be nice too.”

Steve clears his throat and looks towards the windows at the snow falling outside. “Uh, I think it’s my turn now. Truth or Dare?”

You can’t help but notice he ignored what you said about sex. “Truth.”

Steve decides to give you a little taste of your own medicine. “What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed. “I don’t think that’s happened yet. Cause if it has, I’m thoroughly disappointed. Truth or Dare?”

“You know what? I think I’m going to go with Dare this time.”

You get excited at the idea. “Well, Steven. You look like a nice strong guy. So…” You look around the room…“I Dare you to pick up one of the desks over your head.”

Steve scoffs at you. “At least give me a challenge, Y/N.”

He stands up and picks up the middle desk in the front row and lifts it over his head as if it weighs nothing. Welp, you’re definitely wet now. Jesus. Those fucking arms of his. The veins were really prominent now. You knew he knew you were checking him out and fuck it if you cared. He sets the desk back down and sits in the desk in front of you sideways so that he can still look at you.

“Wow, I have to say that I’m impressed.”

He smirks at you. “Yeah? That was nothing. But hey, it’s my turn now. Truth or Dare?”

You almost pick Dare to see what he’d choose but you chicken out at the last minute. “I’m gonna have to go with Truth again.”

He turns his gaze towards the window again trying to think of what to ask you. Then he smirks and moves his eyes back to you. “Was that ex of yours any good in bed?”

You don’t even have to think about this answer. “Ha, no. I mean, it wasn’t the worst I’ve had. But definitely not that great. Let’s just call him a 2 pump chump and leave it at that.”

“Ouch. Can’t say I’m surprised though.”

“Are you a 2 pump chump, Steven?”

Steve just smirks at you. “I believe you’re supposed to ask me Truth or Dare?”

You smirk back at him. “Okay. Truth or Dare, handsome?”

“I think I’m going to go with Dare again.”

You think for a second before a naughty thought pops into your head. You stand up and move so that you’re standing in front of him. You put your hands on your hips. “Okay, Mr. Big Strong Guy. I Dare you to lift me up. I’ve got a big ass and hips, it might be a challenge for you.”

He stands up. You’re so close to him that your chests are touching. He gazes down at you. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Miss Y/L/N. And I happen to think you have a nice ass.”

Before you get a chance to reply, he grabs your hips and lifts you straight up. You squeal in surprise and grab onto his shoulders. “You’re light as a feather, babe. No problem at all.”

He slowly lowers you back down, making sure your body slowly slides against his. Jesus he feels good against you.

It takes you a minute to realize your feet are back on the floor, your hands still on his shoulders. His are still on your waist. You can’t seem to tear your gaze away from his. You can feel him pressed up against your lower tummy. He was hard. Jesus. He felt huge. He clears his throat.

“Truth or Dare, doll?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You move your hands down to his arms. They felt nicer than you expected. He starts flexing. God damn. He could probably snap you in half without any effort. You bite your lip and meet his eyes again. “Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

You don’t even hesitate. You rise up on your toes and firmly press your lips against his. You move your hands back up so that your hands are resting on the back of his neck. His grip on your waist tightens as he returns your kiss. He keeps it light and soft. He pulls back enough so that he can make eye contact with you. “I thought you were giving up men, doll?”

You can’t help the smirk that graces your face. “That was before I felt your hard, cock pressed against me. You wanna put it to use, big guy?”

A low growl escapes his chest as he pulls you back in for another kiss. This one is more heated than the last. You moan into it. He pushes you towards Mr. Smith’s desk. He breaks the kiss and pushes everything off the desk onto the floor. He grabs you by the waist and picks you up to sit you on it.

You quickly spread your legs and grab him by his shirt to pull him back in for another kiss. He happily obliges and this time licks your bottom lip, wanting entrance. You decide to be a little tease and not let him in just yet. He doesn’t like that. He pinches your hip and you let you a little yelp, giving him the perfect opportunity to press his tongue against yours. The battle for dominance is short lived. You let him win. Damn he’s a good kisser.

The next thing you know, he rips your shirt open. You can feel your nipples hardening under your white laced bra due to the cold room. You push him back and give him your best pout. “Now I’m cold, Stevie.”

He gives you a naughty smirk and moves his right hand under your school uniform skirt and slowly slides it towards your center. “Don’t worry, doll. I know a good way to warm you up.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he drops to his knees in front of you. He places a quick kiss to both knees before he pushes your skirt up until it’s bunched up at your waist, exposing your white laced panties. He starts kissing his way towards where you need him most. You lean back on your left hand and thread your fingers of your right hand through his hair.

He takes both hands and hooks them into the band of your underwear. He suddenly stops and looks up at you. “I didn’t even ask you, Y/N. I’m sorry. Are you okay with this?”

You feel your heart skip a few beats. What a considerate guy. Justin never asked your permission. He just assumed you always wanted it.

You quickly nod your head. “Yes, Steve. Please, please don’t stop. I’ll let you know if I’m not okay with something.”

He nods and starts pulling your panties down. You lift your hips to help him out. You smirk as you see him pocket them. He throws your legs over his shoulders. He grips your ass and gives it a good squeeze. He pulls you closer towards his face.

He starts out by sucking a hickey onto the inside of your upper right thigh. Your fingers are still threaded through his hair. You give it a harsh tug. It earns you a growl. “Stop teasing. Need your mouth on me. Please.”

You barely get out the please before he’s licking a stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. You throw your head back and let out a quiet moan. He moves his left hand to your center and pulls the little hood back to expose your full clit to him. He looks up at you. “Anyone ever tell you that you have the prettiest pussy, doll?” He winks and sucks your clit into his mouth. This moan you let out is not so quiet.

He smirks against your clit and lightly bites down on it. You involuntarily buck your hips against his face. “Jesus, Steve. Do that again.”

He happily does as you ask. He bites down a little harder this time. The pain is so good. The grip you have on his hair tightens even more. With his lips still attached to your clit, he starts flicking the bud back and forth with his tongue. He transitions from fast to slow flicks. He’s driving you crazy in the best way. You can feel that coil in your belly tightening. You’re close already.

Just when you think to yourself it can’t get any better, you feel his finger prod at your entrance. “Yes, Steve! Please fuck me with your fingers. I need it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He slowly inserts his finger until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck, doll. You’re so tight. Gonna feel so good when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

You whimper at his words. He attaches his mouth back to your clit and starts slowly pumping his finger in and out. “Mmmm. Faster, Steve. Please.”

Before he does what you say, he adds a second finger. He pulls back from your clit for a second and watches you lose yourself in the ecstasy.

“You gonna cum for me, doll? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yes! Please, Steve. Make me cum.”

Steve picks up the pace of his fingers and curls them slightly so they press up against your g spot. He then attaches his lips back to your clit and bites down.

That pushes you straight into your orgasm. You cum gushing all over his face and fingers. He moans as he happily laps up everything you give him.

Once he gets you all clean, he raises back up to his feet. “You taste amazing, baby.” Then he pulls you in for a searing kiss. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

You start undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls away and looks down at you. “You don’t have to do that, doll.”

You lower his zipper and start palming him through his boxer briefs. “What if I want to? Unless of course you don’t want me to.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head forward as you push his pants and boxer briefs down and wrap your hand around his cock. It was magnificent. Definitely bigger than anything you’d taken before. You couldn’t wait to feel it stretch you open.

You start pumping your hand slowly up and down his thick shaft, using the pre cum leaking from the tip as lube. Steve rests his hands on your thighs, his eyes now opened and trained on your hand. “Fuck, doll. You’re driving me crazy here.”

You smirk and lean forward and start placing kisses on his neck. You pick up the pace of your hand just slightly. You move your kisses up his neck until your mouth is right by his ear. “Then why don’t you fuck me already?”

He groans and grabs the back of your neck to pull you in for yet another heated kiss. He nips at your bottom lip and this time you open right away, needing to feel his tongue against yours.

He suddenly pulls back and pulls your hand off of his cock. You are about to ask him what’s wrong when he grabs your hips and pulls you into a standing position. He looks down at you with an evil smirk. “If you want me to fuck you, why don’t you be a good girl for me and turn around and put your hands on the desk?”

Fuck. He doesn’t need to ask you twice. You quickly do as he says, shivering in anticipation of what’s to come.

He puts his hand between your shoulders and pushes you down until your elbows are now resting on the desk.

You wiggle your ass at him teasingly.

He quickly flips your skirt up and growls at the sight. You feel a hand come down hard on your left ass cheek. “God damn this is a nice ass. I bet it’ll jiggle real nice while I’m fucking you.”

He places his hands on your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. You let out a frustrated growl. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me, Steve. Please.”

“You sound so pretty when you’re begging for me. But you did ask nicely.” He grabs his cock at the base and slides the tip against your folds. You push back against him for some much needed friction.

He chuckles at your desperation. He pushes the tip into your entrance and pulls your cheeks apart so he can watch himself as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You clutch at the edges of the desk. You knew he was big but holy fuck. You can feel every vein and every ridge of his dick as he slowly bottoms out. It hurts but only a little. You let out a tiny whimper.

Steve rubs your back gently. “You okay, doll? Want me to stop?”

You quickly shake your head. “No, just...give me a minute.”

He continues rubbing up and down your back to help relax you. After a few minutes you wiggle your hips a little and the pain has gone away. You feel nothing but pleasure. “Please move now.”

He grabs your hips and slowly pulls out until just the tip remains in. Then he slowly pushes back in. “Fuck, baby. You’re so god damn tight. I don’t think I’ll be able to last very long. So fucking warm.”

He continues his super slow rhythm for a few more thrusts. “Faster, harder Steve. Please. Need you to fuck me hard.”

Steve smacks your right cheek this time. “Yeah? Need me to fuck you like the whore that you are?”

You clench down around his cock at his degrading words. You loved that shit. “Fuck, yes. Please.”

He happily obliges and picks up the pace. Soon the only thing that could be heard in the classroom is skin slapping against skin and your moaning and his groans.

With every thrust in his tip kisses your cervix in the most delicious way. You clamp down around him again. “God damn, baby. If you keep clenching around me like that, I’m gonna cum.”

You smirk to yourself and continue clenching around his cock. He’s now letting out some loud moans that sound like your name. He gives your ass another smack. “Want you to come first, sweetheart. You close?”

You nod your head and start moving your hand towards your clit. But it’s quickly smacked away by Steve. He moves his fingers towards your clit and gives it a hard pinch.

Your orgasm takes over your whole body. You know you’re shaking but you can’t stop it. You can feel yourself gushing all over his dick. This is the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life.

Your pussy clamps down on Steve in a vice like grip during your orgasm. He somehow manages to fuck you through it without coming himself. But he can’t hold it much longer.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“On my ass. Cum on my ass, Steve.”

He gives a few more hard thrusts before he pulls out and fists his cock until his load shoots out against your ass and the back of your thighs.

You moan as you feel his spend against your skin. That was easily the best sex you’ve ever had. You’re not entirely sure you can move.

Steve puts his hands on the desk and leans forward a little to catch his breath. He moves your hair aside and places a kiss against the back of your neck. “You okay, doll?”

You slowly nod. “Oh, I’m more than okay. But is there something to clean me up with?”

Steve chuckles and raises back up into a standing position. He quickly pulls up his pants and briefs and tucks himself back in and zips himself up before going into the supply closet in the classroom to grab you some paper towels.

He comes back over with paper towels in hand and starts cleaning you up. Before he can get it all, you move your right hand behind you and scoop some of his cum off of your ass and stick your finger in your mouth. “Mmm, just wanted to taste you.”

Steve can feel himself getting hard again. “Jesus Christ, doll. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You chuckle. Once he gets you all cleaned up, you raise your unsteady body up and try to straighten your clothes as best you can. You then remember that Steve ripped your shirt open and you are unable to button it back up. You playfully glare at him. “Well shit Steve. How am I supposed to walk out of here with my shirt undone? My jacket is in my locker.”

Steve’s gaze lowers to your exposed bra again. You snap your fingers to get his attention. He quickly gains focus and grabs his coat off the back of his chair. “Here, you can wear mine. I don’t usually wear it anyways. I like the cold.”

You happily accept the article of clothing and put it on and zip it up. It’s huge on you. “You are a strange one, aren’t you?”

His cheeks redden a little. “Not so strange that you just let me fuck you against Mr. Smith’s desk.”

You beam at him. “Yeah, well. What can I say? If I know I want something, I take it.”

Steve wraps his arms around your waist. “So….are you free Friday night? I’d really like to take you out on a date.”

You decide to tease him a little. “Well, I don’t know. See, I just had the best sex of my life and I’m not sure you can top that.”

“Really? Well, I bet I can. You just gotta give me a chance.”

You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m just kidding, Stevie. Of course I’ll go on a date with you. But don’t expect me to put out after.” You wink at him.

He grins at you. “We honestly don’t have to have sex after. I’d be happy with just dinner and nice conversation. You know, make a connection.”

You can’t help but match his smile. “That actually sounds really nice.”

Steve lets go of you and starts gathering his things. “Gotta show you how a man should rightfully treat a lady.”

You all of a sudden couldn’t wait for Friday. You grab your bag off the floor and head towards the door with him. He grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you into him before you can get the door open. He smiles down at you and tucks some hair behind your ear. “For the record, that was also the best I’ve ever had.”

You smirk. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that you give him a wink and open the classroom door and saunter out.

He just shakes his head at you with a smile. Not feeling this connected to anyone in a while.

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kirindensetsu · 4 years ago

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The Making of Fubuki

((Reposting from Den of Angels workshop thread because I wanted my friends to be able to see~))

After years of pining after dolls I couldn't afford as a broke teenager, my first BJD was a Bobobie Sprite I purchased for my 18th birthday. Unfortunately, she didn't live up to my expectations and I never really bonded with her. Her face was cute enough, but the Bobobie body lacked the grace and posing ability I imagined for the Unseelie faerie I'd been daydreaming of for years. Sueding and wiring didn't help, blushing and tattooing highlighted her blockiness, it was a mess. I packed her away and tried not to think about my disappointment for 12 years. In the meantime I learned to build and paint resin garage kits, inherited one of my sister's dolls, bought some others, took anatomy & physiology in college, and did a couple extensive restorations and full-body modifications. I was sure I had thrown her away at some point as a failed project, but last weekend I found her tucked away in a doll bag I thought was empty. Having just finished substantial mods on a Dollshe body, and awaiting an unfinished Unoa kit for my birthday in September, I decided that I owed it to her to try again. Doll nudity below the cut, looooong post--

My Sprite was originally going to be a pooka with golden eyes and extensive woad tattoos. The golden eyes are incredible, so those are staying, but she's now going to be a blue oni to fit in with the rest of my collection. My plan is to do extensive additive epoxy work, and then to use Krylon Fusion to give everything a unified finish. The goal of the project is to reduce the... idk, STRAIGHTNESS of the old Bobobie body. I was never going to be happy with it, the lines were all far too rigid.

Head: Modified mouth for a wider, smirking smile. Magnets added to headcap (old Bobobie used an S-hook iirc; I did this part back in 2008). Forehead drilled for 3mm brass rod armature, and epoxy used to sculpt horns over rod. Bust: Substantial subtractive modifications to breasts, which involved removal and readdition of nipples. Addition of epoxy clay to back and shoulders to give a more curved body line in profile. Deepening of shoulder sockets with 18mm eye bevel, followed by sanding to make shoulders narrower. Waist: Reshaping of upper torso joint into sphere for smoother range of motion. Subtraction of resin in back and addition of epoxy in front to enhance lumbar curve. Hips: Substantial reshaping of lower waist seam to more naturally follow the pelvic girdle. It reminded me of granny panties before Added epoxy to butt, again for lumbar curve. Thighs: Suwariko joint mod (cut the thigh and added a PVC insert to enable swivelling at the hip). Added epoxy to make her thighs look less straight. Calves: Removed 1cm of length at the ankles and rebevelled the socket. Removed resin at the ankles to bring them in, and added epoxy at the calves to make them curvier. Feet: Sculpted little claws, which were cute, and then decided the feet needed to be 5mm longer. Cut across, drilled and pinned with brass rod for structural strength, gap filled with epoxy clay. I also modded her feet to have defined arches and balls back when I first got her. Alas, spitting into the ocean. I added S-hooks, but did so by drilling the ankle and inserting brass rod to form the axle for the hook. Arms: The proportions on her upper arms BOTHERED me! they were so SHORT! and I only just figured out that's what I hated about them last week! I added 5mm to the upper arms by cutting them in the middle and using SteelStik to make a structural repair (plumber's epoxy putty has a shorter open time but far greater structural strength than artist's epoxy clay). Sanded the heck out of the wrists to give them a more delicate taper. Hands: Beyond salvage. The hands were my least-favorite part of this sculpt. I tried to bulk them up to look less spidery but it was just too difficult... I've ordered a different pair of MSD hands which will have claws added, and then when everything is painted it'll all match. Thanks for reading this far! Here's a preview of what her golden eyes look like next to Krylon Fusion in Antique Blue.

((first progress post)) I think I'm mostly done adding epoxy clay (at least where it'll show; presumably the wrist sockets will require tweaks to fit the new hands), so now it's time for finish sanding. I start with 60 grit for shaping, then switch to a 120 grit sanding sponge. To check for scratches, pinholes, and inadequately feathered edges, I apply a wash of diluted acrylic paint. Once the paint has dried, I scrub the piece with a nylon scouring pad. Paint remains in the surface irregularities.

All sanded with 220 grit. I don't think I'll be going higher than 400 because I want there to be some tooth for the paint.

Any pitting in the epoxy clay that can't be sanded out is marked with a Sharpie and will be patched with Tamiya spot putty.

I did a test spray of the Krylon Fusion on the headcap and it's fantastic! Holy cow is it *poisonous* tho, I'm used to working with volatile chemicals but this was something else. Get OUT OF THE AREA between coats and leave it outside until it stops outgassing, not just until it's ready to handle.

This test piece is four light coats sprayed 1 minute apart, allowed to cure for 4 hours, and then wetsanded to remove the spray texture. It's pretty sturdy but I will wait several more days to see how it continues to cure before experimenting with matte sealants. ((progress update 2))

Haven't done much but sand-and-fill-and-sand-and-fill, but my 14mm beveller came in today so I can start deepening her elbow and ankle sockets. Added some epoxy clay to the insides of the eyewells so 14mm eyes will fit with no gap. I need a needle file to clean up the corners of her mouth... Monster feets! Nails on the right came out better than the left, still need to feather-sand everything.

Elbows progress. The early Bobobie elbows are I guess /technically/ double-jointed because the joint is a sphere with two slots, but I thought I could do better than that. You can see epoxy clay spliced in to make the sphere into a peanut: this isn't a structurally sound repair unless you pop it apart and drill/pin/glue-epoxy it back together.

View from the back. By keeping the joint heads spherical with no elbow-shaped detailing, there's some rotation as well as flexion, which I like.

Touching her face with one of her old hands. I hope the new ones come soon!

((progress update 4))

In good news, these parts are all ready for paint! It's really hard to do prepwork with no filler primer, hope I didn't miss any spots...

In less good news, her new hands arrived and they are... very smol ;u; I forgot that the new trend for slim minis means that everyone has TINY LITTLE HANDS.

They are, however, beautifully sculpted and a good 3D reference for what needs fixing and how. Bobobie palm is very short relative to fingers: I made a transverse cut behind the knuckles and added epoxy to lengthen More curved volume across the back of the hand: Not necessarily realistic, but looks a little cuter, plus it makes the transition into the cylinder of the wrist look less stylistically jarring. More defined joint angles: Some of these I did via cut-and-thermoform repositioning, mostly I'm aiming to fake it by building up and carving away at the weird smooth curves. The fingers are just TOO SKINNY: But obviously I'm not going to squish rice-grain-sized blobs of epoxy to the fingers, right? It's too fiddly, it doesn't want to stick. What's the solution? Brace for a truly hideous WIP image--

"AAAAAAGH WHAT IS THAT DARK GRAY MESS" it's JB Weld epoxy! It's like load-bearing, slow-curing modeller's putty! Slathering putty onto an armature and then carving it away to refine the shape is how anime figure artists make hands and detailed hair. I was thinking about it from a polymer clay technique/perspective so I missed the obvious solution. Hand in the foreground has more layers than the hand in the background, every layer gets the shape a lil closer. ((progress post 5)) Parts set up on sticks so I can handle them without touching...

... and after 4 light coats!

Closeup of the head, lil' glossy because it's still drying. For the deeper areas like the joint slots, mouth, and the crannies of the ears, I'm going to have to decant some of the paint into a jar and apply it with a sacrificial brush.

((progress post 6)) I return from Depression! I finally finished sanding-and-spraying the Krylon Fusion coats, gave her a last polish with microfine to even out the texture, and have started blushing her. I'm using a mixture of Tamiya X-series acrylics applied via airbrush for basic contouring, then I'll go back in with pastel to add warm tones and details.

Fun discovery: in an attempt to cover some accidental overspray, I tried spraying the Fusion directly into the paint cup of the airbrush and using it to "erase" back to the base color. I'm NEVER using this product straight from the can again, it goes on so smooth and gorgeous from the airbrush! No orange peel or bubbles to sand away. I'm seriously tempted to get a can of pink and try blushing with it.

((progress post 7)) Doing a faceup over a spray-painted substrate is HARD I want to CRY. I talked about sanding out the spray texture to get an untextured surface, right? Welp, didn't/couldn't sand well enough in the corners of the mouth and the folds of the eyelids, so it's crusty-looking with pastels over it and now there's nothing I can do about it that doesn't involve stripping down to resin and starting again.

((final post)) Sueded and strung!

I didn't take pictures of the sueding process because I was using Barge Cement and it is messy and time-sensitive. I used masking tape to make templates of her joints, transferred to some thin gray lamb suede I found on eBay, and glued it fuzzy side out. The suede was thicker than real pliver, more like the thickness of silicone KIPS discs, but I think it worked out without too many fit issues. The trim store had 3.5mm elastic in a beautiful slate-blue color that I thought would look nicer in the joint slots, so she's strung throughout with thicker elastic. Some more poses to show off the functional mods~ Suwariko joints let her sit crosslegged, and more mobile wrists let her put her hands into the pose.

A more ball-and-socked shaped contact surface at her waist lets her slouch at a full range of angles instead of being locked into two.

With longer upper arms, she can reach the ground in this pose! You can also see how the modded waist joint lets her cock her hips.

She could always stand with locked knees. I think she needs some wire in her legs to let the suwariko joints hold their rotation against gravity, but I'll see how the elastic tension settles in first.

A parting shot out the snowy window. We've been having a hard time picking between a few names for her, but I think this settles it. Welcome back, Fubuki~

#making-of-fubuki #doll custom #bjd #bobobie

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riftimagines · 4 years ago

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Lightbringer Cafe-Ch.1

Ahhh! Its been a while but i return with this random fic im writing! Ill post this on Ao3 and put a link in a bit! You can read it here too if you’d like!

Ao3 link: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/29356611

Summary: Starting a Cafe is what you wanted to do and you love it! Sometimes though it can be a bit boring and sometimes wish for a little excitement in your day. Well even though the boredom some exciting and fun stuff will happen! These stories are about those days.

Note: This is a Modern AU

Ships: A variety of ships eventually, even some with the reader. For this chapter Its some awkward, dorky Kayn and a flirty reader!

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New dawn breaks light through the freshly cleaned windows. The smell of coffee just ground for the day filling the air and a slight chill from the cold weather outside that just seems to seep in even with the heater on. Overall, it seems like it’ll be a nice day to day and hopefully the chilly winters day will bring new customers into your lovely Cafe. You walk over to the door and flip the sign that hug on it letting all who walk by know you are open for business. You had just opened this Cafe not too long ago and only recently really started to pick up on business. So far its just been office workers near by and Hipsters that seem to show up. Nothing too interesting yet, not that you’re complaining. Business is business after all. Still, sometimes you wish someone interesting would come through your doors and make your day a little more fascinating, a little spice to your day.

A calm sigh leaves you as you sit on a stool behind the counter, waiting for any customers to walk in. Sometimes it did take a little while for people to come in but with the cold maybe someone will want something warm to drink. Before you have time to get bored waiting the bell on your door chimes to signal you in fact have customers now. You look over at two men walking in. One was and older, seemingly albino man. The other a slightly taller, young man with long black hair. The blue strip in his bangs standing out prominently from his raven locks. The older man walks to the back part of the Cafe where the lights are really not that bright, you really need to change them at some point, and sits down in the corner. He looks to the younger man that followed him and they seem to talk, probably about what to order if you had to guess.

They take a moment more before the younger of the two walks over and grins at you. Looking at him better you have to stop yourself from blushing. He’s very handsome admittedly but you can’t lose your composure over a handsome face now, your working! You just give him a friendly smile back and greet him accordingly.

“Hello, Sir. What would you like today?” You say as politely as possible. He looks up at the menu behind you and mulls over his thoughts. You wait patiently, there was no rush no one else was here anyway. His amber eyes trail back down to you. For a moment you get lost in the honey hues but quickly come back to reality when he speaks.

“I will have a Coffee and a Hot Green Tea, a two sugars and a little milk in the coffee and a little honey in the Tea. You can manage that right?” His voice was so lovely too until that last quip. You don’t make too much of a scowl at him for that, he could just be having a bad day or something. You just nod for now.

“Of course, One Coffee, two sugars, little milk and a Hot Green Tea with a touch of Honey, coming right up! Oh what name will that be under?” He looks at you confused and scoffs.

“There’s only two customers in here, why do you need to know my name?” You frown fully this time at his rudeness. You walk back up to him and narrow your eyes.

“Because thats just how I do business and I don’t know who the order could be for. For all I know these drinks could be for someone else. That’s why I ask.” He seems a little taken back by the way you talked back to him. He looks like he’s about to say something back when a deeper, gravely voice cuts in.

“Kayn, just give them your name.” The albino man in the corner piped up, effectively shutting up whatever rude remark was coming out of ‘Kayn’s’ handsome face. You are quick to grab a pen and write ‘Cane’ on it just to spite him. You look towards the other man.

“Thank you, Sir. See that wasn’t so hard, sweetie.” He makes a weird face between a pout and confusion and honestly you can’t entirely blame him. You had no idea where that ‘sweetie’ came from but its out there now. You can regret later. With that you turn from him to start warming up some water to seep the Tea, the coffee would be much quicker. Once the water is set to heat up and the coffee cup under the coffee machine you sit on your stool. Good Tea needs properly warmed water and a little patience after all. You sitting there seemed to be an open invitation for Kayn to come up to where you were sitting and pout at you. You look at him and smile.

“Hello there, Sir. Can I help you?” He just huffs, clearly a bit miffed from earlier.

“First, you’re rude to me then you just sit here not getting our order. Are you going to do anything but sit there?” You roll your eyes at him. You have no idea how that guy in the corner can put up with this brat.

“I’m waiting for the water for the Tea to warm up. Im sure your friend over there wants good, hot Tea not cold bitter Tea. There is a process to make fresh tea.” You huff at him and give him an annoyed stare.

“You were so much more attractive before you spoke you know. Maybe you should learn some manners, huh?” He blinks and stares at you for a bit, the slightest dust of pick across his cheeks. So light you could say it was just a change in light. You’re not entirely sure why he’s gone quiet though, maybe you were being rude now. You should probably apologize. Before you can say anything you hear him mutter something very softly.

“You think I’m attractive?” Now its your turn to blink. Could he not see himself in the mirror?

“Yeah, I mean it’s pretty obvious?” He suddenly jumps at you speaking which causes you to jump too. He looks panicked like he just did something terrible.

“I-Uh, Of course I am! Im gorgeous!” You can’t help but laugh at his panic. It seems he unknowingly spoke his thoughts. Rather interesting that he would even think he’s not attractive. To have such doubts when it’s clearly the opposite is a little sad you think. You guess even the most beautiful people must have their doubts. You look at him again and see a much more noticeable redness on him. Perhaps a little mercy will go a long way here.

“Really smooth recovery. Smooth as you hair even.” The redness on his face doesn’t leave but he leans on the counter anyway like he’s the most confident person in the universe. Clearly he’s just a handsome dork it seems. Not that there is anything wrong with that but its kinda nice to know he isn’t a total jerk. You watch the dark haired man cough in to his hand trying to steady himself.

“I thought so. Glad to see you aren’t blind enough to see that.” Ah back to the arrogance it seems. Normally this would put you off but there’s just something deeper to him, like he’s scared of just being himself for some reason. It kinda reminds you of that saying ‘Fake it till you make it’ Its just a ruse to seem cooler then what he is. A part of you is somewhat sad he has to do that, hide what light he has in shadow.

“Even I would have to be pretty blind to miss your pretty face.” He looks away from you for a bit, clearly trying not to look into your eyes. You chuckle a little bit when a whistling sound catches your attention. The water! You get up to go to turn off the heat and begin to seep the tea. Only a couple minutes no more no less. While it seeps you prep the coffee and let it start to brew. A fresh brew took a little longer but you figured maybe you should be a little nicer to Kayn after your teasing. The machine whirs to life and produces a wonderful smelling coffee. The two sugars and a splash of milk is added to it before you place it in front of him. He looks at the cup and can’t help but notice your little ‘Cane’ Spelling on the cup.

“That’s not how you spell my name!” He exclaims. You laugh hardily at his ire and look back at him. You had honestly forgotten about that until just now.

“I’m sorry about that. Though to be fair I did ask you your name and I had to get it from someone else. If you want your name properly spelled next time tell me how to spell it.” He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Maybe you should learn how to spell.” Oh here we go again you think to yourself. You go back to the tea before you respond and pour it into a cup. Placing it to the side you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I did spell it right. That is in fact how you spell “Cane”. If your name is spelled different you should have told me.” He huffs again. You did have a point, he just didn’t like to admit it. While he’s silenced you go back to the tea and grab the honey. Carefully you spoon in just a little bit of the golden substance. The color of it reminding you of the man behind you. His eyes are the same color. You shake the thought from your head and finish up the tea. You place the second cup before him and smile.

“Here you go, honey eyes.” Welp, why you decided to go ahead and say that you’ll never know. The poor man in front of you looks confused and a little flustered.

“Honey eyes?” You want to slap yourself in the head for saying that but it’s too late now isn’t it? You look at him sheepishly and blush a bit yourself.

“Uh, yeah. You’re eyes are the same color as honey. I’m sorry. Thats probably really weird to say, hehe.” Stop being awkward. Oh this just became so much more weird. Why didn’t you just shut up and just take his order? Why do you feel the need to banter? The both of you stand there like sheepish teenagers. It’s Kayn that breaks the silence though.

“I-It’s alright! Uh, you, uh, smell nice! Like this coffee!” As soon as he says that he slaps his forehead and buries his face into his hands. You laugh again at his awkwardness. He was kinda cute when he wasn’t being rude. You decide you like this Kayn much more then the arrogant one from earlier.

“Well I do spend a lot of time around coffee. It was bound to infuse itself into my very being at some point, so thanks.” He peers back at you and openly stays red as he scratches the back of his head. There is an other awkward, flustered pause between you before its broken by the other person in the room.

“Kayn, if you have our drinks then let us leave. You’ll be late to your class, again.” Kayn jolts from his spot as the older albino comes up from behind him so quietly not even you noticed him move.

“Oh! Right, I have them dad. Here’s your tea!” Kayn quickly hands his father the tea and he nods a thanks before heading to the door. Kayn looks to you again awkwardly.

“So then, uh, goodbye. I suppose I’ll stop by again then.” He says. You give him a bright smile and nod.

“I’m looking forward to it, handsome.” You both blush at your boldness and he grips his coffee with both hands before jogging away after his father. The albino looks at him completely confused and Kayn waves him off. The older man looks back at you with suspicion and a part of your soul freezes with that look. Ok then, note to self, handsome’s father is absolutely terrifying. You watch them walk off until you can’t see them anymore. That was quite away to start off the day, you wonder what other encounters you’ll have and if they’ll be as nice as that one.

#League of Legends #league of legends x reader #kayn

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shreddedparchment · 5 years ago

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Pseudo Princess Pt.03

The Portrait’s Success

10/02/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 7,071

Warnings: Language, exhaustion (both reader’s and mine), Medieval Bucky

A/N: Welp, finished the chapter. Went back to edit. Ended up adding another thousand or so words to it. Went from 5k to 7k. Sorry they seem to keep getting longer but this isn’t new for me so...enjoy! Also, I’ll probably be using a lot of dresses from Reign as they are gorgeous costumes and fit the semi-historic style but not exactly as accurate as they should be that I’m going for. Let me know what you think. What you love. What’s your favorite part? I love y’all. Sorry I’ve been slow to update. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Not enough sleep. You have been up all night practicing your letters and sounding them out as you trace them.

With burning eyes, you reach for the modest serving of bread, ripping a piece and then dipping it into a small dish of strawberry jam. It’s full of seeds and they stick in your teeth a bit, but the sweet taste is too good to pass up. You have never had such tasty bread, or such tasty jams.

The food is by far the most enjoyable thing about your new life here in the castle.

You’ve been practicing your writing, but you’ve focused on three words only. All proper nouns, but words that you will come to live by.

The first is obvious, for he is your benefactor now. Your adoptive father.

S-T-A-R-K. You write, in big loopy letters that squiggle unevenly across the top of your parchment paper.

With a lick to your lips, you dip your pen back in its inkwell, and start on the second word that you’ve spent all night practicing.

This one will be the most important for yourself. Because it is who you are. It’s you’re name. Letter by letter, same loopy shapes, sloppy lines, but thankfully legible.

You write it out three times before you’re satisfied with it then move on to the word that will change your life forever.

R-O-G-E-R-S. Here in Malibia, Queen Virginia, or Pepper as you’ve been told to call her, was allowed to keep her own surname. Morgana has taken the King’s but in Broklin, you know that you must take King Rogers’s surname.

You don’t really mind. You must belong to that kingdom entirely and not having to lie about your surname by pretending that it’s Stark will help you feel like you truly do.

As you write out his name a fourth time, you tap against the bottom of the S creating a dark pool of ink, blotting across the bottom of the page as you remind yourself that King Rogers hasn’t accepted you just yet.

You’ve decided to dedicate your life to becoming a good Queen. A good wife to his Majesty King Rogers, but that doesn’t mean that he will want you.

You’re poor. Of course, he doesn’t know that but all of this, not knowing how to read or write will no doubt bother him.

You’re also common in your looks. Natasha tells you otherwise but how can you believe her when she’s so blindingly beautiful herself?

She should be the one marrying a king. Not you. What will you do if you fail his Majesty and can’t make King Rogers fall in love with you?

No. You don’t need him to love you. Just accept you.

As long as he marries you, then everything will be fine.

Is it wrong that you want him to love you?

The subtle creak of your door surprises you and you jump, sitting up straight. Like you were taught.

A young girl no older than fifteen squeaks at the sight of you. She’s wearing a plain maid’s gown, white and gray and brown. Stiff and of good quality. Prettier than anything you’d owned before but sturdy like your old tunic.

Hmph. Even the common folk in the castle are different.

“Forgive me, your Highness.” She gasps with a curtsy and stays ducked down. “I did not know you were awake. I was sent to mend your fire and deliver your morning tea.”

You spring to your feet, waving both hands at her, hoping the smile on her face is not full of surprise and helps to reassure her.

“No. Please, stand up. It ain’t—It’s no problem. Don’t let me stop you from doing what you were told to do.” When she doesn’t rise, you hurry to her and place your hands just underneath her elbows to coax her up.

“Thank you, your Highness.” She watches you with curiosity as if she’s trying to read you, but she goes about the room doing her work while you keep out of her way.

Soon the fire is roaring again and she’s serving your tea while you munch on a biscuit smeared in purple jam. God, this food is going to kill you, it’s so delicious. Once more the door opens, and you jump.

This time, you see two figures, one tall with red hair. The second shorter with fluffy brown hair.

“We’ll wake her gently. Then we can-” Natasha is telling Peter then stops and straightens out of her stooped posture as she spots you standing by the small cards table that’s been cleared for you to eat on. “Oh. You’re already awake.”

You smile at her, then look beside her at your guard. “I am. Good morning. Good morning, Peter.”

“’Morning your Highness.” Peter smiles.

“I thought you’d be exhausted after all of your lessons yesterday.” Nat confesses, a small chuckle in her voice as she moves towards the thick curtains that have blocked out most of the light from coming in through the floor to ceiling windows in your room.

“I was tired.” You admit, feeling a little bit of shame for not sleeping. “Do we have a lot to do today?”

You put your teacup down, biscuit dropped on its plate as you move to take a seat. Your body is finally catching with your fatigue and feels a hundred pounds heavier suddenly.

“Well, we’re meeting his Majesty for breakfast, then we are to go meet with the painter for your portrait. We must get something out by tonight if not tomorrow. King Rogers is eager to see you.” Natasha finally wrangles the curtains open and her smile slowly fades into an expression of dour disappointment. “Oh, Y/N!”

She chastises you, the maid staring with wide eyes at the apparent liberties that Natasha is taking. Peter also looks shocked. You however cringe because you know that she can finally see you for the sleep deprived mess that you are.

“Um…if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to get changed and…yeah…” Peter says, ignoring your pleading looks for him to stay as he slips out, following the maid, then shuts the door.

You’re chewing on your lip when Natasha reaches out to touch the space underneath your eyes.

“You’ve always looked a little tired—and I figured it was just because of your circumstances—but this is unacceptable. We’re supposed to be painting you today to entice King Rogers not warn him. I told you how important this portrait is.” She growls and goes to fixing your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper.

“Were you up all night?”

You nod as she finishes with your hair.

“Why?” She asks and you can’t help it, you jump to your feet and skip to your desk.

You pull out the piece of parchment you’d been writing on then hand it to her.

“I was practicing. When I must sign my name, I wanted to be able to do so nicely and I thought…maybe, to help him see that I want this as much as he does, that I could write to him? But my writing is so terrible. I needed to practice.” You lean around the paper as she looks it over.

Her expression seems to soften, her hand running over the repeated letters and finally that ink blot at the end. It’s almost as if she can guess what you’ve been thinking, and her eyes wander to the desk where you left the small compact with King Rogers’s portrait open to look at as you wrote.

You hurry to grab it, shut it, and hold it in both hands. Slightly embarrassed but it’s Natasha. If anyone is going to know your mind inside and out, it should be her. She’s your lady.

“This looks good, your Highness, but you’ll need much more practice before you’ll be able to write an acceptable letter.” She says as gently as she can manage.

You deflate, your sleep deprivation suddenly too much.

“Does it look that bad?” You look at your scriggles again, trying to see them with fresh eyes and not with the effort that you’ve spent the night using to do them.

“No.” Natasha’s hand finds your shoulder. “No, your Highness. You have made much progress. I only mean that it’ll take time before you can write to his Majesty King Rogers. You still need to learn how to spell other words. Not just names.”

It feels like you’re being hammered into the ground. Every word, although she means it in comfort, makes you feel as if you’ll never be good enough.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We have time. Not much, but I’ll help you.”

As she wraps an arm around your shoulder, you frown and reach out to touch the last iteration of Rogers that you’d written.

“He’s going to be so disappointed with me.” You worry, knowing that you’re nothing special. Worse because not only are you not a real princess, but you’re uneducated.

Then, like the flipping of a switch, Natasha says sternly, “We don’t have time for that.”

She pushes you away and hurries to your wardrobe.

“I’ve allowed you to wallow in a bit of self-pity the past two days because this is not your fault and you’re taking on something that even I would find hard to do but if you’re going to do this, you need to go in with your chin held high. Can you do that?”

You stare as she rifles through your dresses, frowning at each one as if none of them are right.

What answer can you give her? There’s only one answer. You wouldn’t have agreed to do this if you weren’t sure that you could dedicate yourself completely to it and you have! You haven’t even tried to run away.

Part of that is because this place is nicer than any place you’ve been before. But it would be a lie to say that you don’t miss your village. You were no one there but at least you were on somewhat equal footing with all of them.

Even in the village you were slightly lower, uneducated as you are, but you were accepted. You belonged there in a sense. You were your own woman. Hungry most of the time. Alone. But it was home.

“Your Highness?” She checks, turning back to you. “Can you do this? Truly?”

There’s a wavering of confidence in her green eyes and you realize that you don’t want to let Natasha down. Or the Kingdom. Or his Majesty.

“I can.” You nod, hating the way sleep seems to call you making your words slur a little and your shoulders slump. You stand up straighter, chin up. “I will.”

Natasha’s face relaxes, her smile more than makes up for her rightful scolding. “Good. Your dresses aren’t finished yet.”

“Oh.” You worry. “Then, maybe we should wait to do the portrait for when they are? I need to look my best for King Rogers.”

She sees through your attempts to ditch and gives you a knowing smirk.

“Nice try. You should have slept.” With a sigh she places her hands on her hips.

“Who didn’t sleep?” You turn towards the familiar voice eyes bright but worried too as King Anthony moves in with Peter trailing behind him.

“I-”

“Our new princess was up all night practicing her writing because she wants to impress Steve.” Natasha’s tone is teasing, and your neck and ears burn in slight embarrassment.

Wait…why does she call King Rogers by his first name. That’s weird right? Not normal?

The King smirks. “Is that so?” He moves to the parchment on the table and gives it a look.

“I…I wanted to write to him.” You confess, but now that you think about it, it was a silly plan.

You don’t know how to spell. You don’t know how to read. You’re learning but it’s only been two days.

“I’m guessing you saw his portrait?” The King checks.

“I gave it to her night before last.” Natasha moves away from the wardrobe to stand beside her king.

“They all fall for his looks.” The king teases. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N. Steven Rogers might be handsome, but he comes with baggage. Really big, heavy baggage.”

“I know.” You counter, moving to lean against your bed post. “Natasha told me.”

His dead wife. What sort of man has he become since that? You can’t think that it will be anything but bad.

“He’s marrying you because he has to. And he still might not. Which is why we have to trick him into it. Maybe we can make him feel responsible for you somehow?” He wanders deep into thought as Natasha finally looks up at Peter and what looks to be a bunch of shiny burgundy fabric.

“What’s this dress?” She asks.

Oh, it’s a dress. Stupid sleep deprivation.

“But I don’t wanna trick him.” You say quietly, everyone else too distracted to hear you.

“That’s her dress for the portrait. I started having it altered the moment she arrived. Steve’s preferential to reds.”

“This isn’t red.” Natasha laughs. “This is burgundy. Like wine.”

“It’s in the red family.” The king argues.

“Tony…” Natasha laughs.

You’re too sleepy to keep paying them any attention and your eyes are glued on the dress as Natasha holds it up and out to look at.

Damask burgundy silk with golden embroidery along the waist, sleeves, and bust make up the bodice. The skirt is long and slightly ruffled underneath with rough tulle. Your under dress will help you keep from feeling it but this dress is slightly puffed at the skirt.

It’s beautiful but nicer than anything you’ve worn to date.

“Isn’t that too nice?” You wonder, maybe his Majesty made a mistake? You’re not going to a ball. More importantly, can you do the dress justice?

“What?” He turns to you, eyebrow quirked as he eyes you with incredulity. “Nothing is too good for my daughter.”

Your heart skips a beat and warm flutters fill your tummy as he looks back at Natasha and begins to explain something fully unaware of how his claiming you as his daughter has made you feel.

Peter on the other hand moves around them towards you and holds his arm out for you to take hold of. “Are you alright, your Highness? You look a little sick.”

“I’m okay.” You assure him. “I just…”

Wait…Peter doesn’t know about you, does he?

“It’s been a long time since his Majesty called me his daughter. I forgot what it felt like to hear.” You confess which is not a complete lie.

“Was it hard in that school you went to?” Peter asks, concern written all over his kind face, hazel eyes laced with secondhand sorrow.

“It wasn’t easy.” You tell him, again, not a complete lie. “Everything is better now that I’m here. I only hate to leave it so soon.”

“But you’ll be going to another castle, right? And Natasha and I will be coming with you.” He promises. “You won’t be alone.”

“Yes, that does make me feel better. Thank you. But I hope-” You steal a glance over at Natasha and the king as they rummage through your wardrobe and argue about the dress.

“You hope?” Peter urges.

“I hope I can make him happy. King Steven? I really want to make him happy, Peter.” You worry.

“You will.” He nods. “You’re really pretty and nice and you don’t act stuck up like most of the other ladies at court. He’d be crazy not to like you, your Highness.”

His words nearly make you float. “Thank you, Peter. That means so much to me.”

He beams and Natasha’s voice pulls your attention. “Come, your Highness, let’s get you into this burgundy gown.”

“Oh, will you drop it? You’re like a dog with a bone.” King Anthony tells her.

“Did you just call me a dog?” Natasha glares at him and it shocks you how comfortable around each other they are. How relaxed in convention. Even Peter. He calls Natasha by her name instead of her title.

Is that normal?

“I said like a dog. There’s a difference.” King Anthony says, but he chuckles. When his eyes fall on you as you stop before her, he sighs. “We’ll just have to tell Tom to make her prettier than she is at the moment. We can’t have him painting her looking that tired.”

“You won’t lie through my portrait, will you?” You demand, feeling strongly about giving King Rogers exactly what you are. If he doesn’t want you, you’d like to know now instead of later when he’s married you and he’s unhappy with what he has.

“No, not lie. We’ll just paint you more rested than you are.” His Majesty assures you. “Peter, Tom should be in the main hall by now. Show him to the third courtyard out by Pepper’s vegetable garden. We’ll have him paint her on the bench in front of the pink and white peonies. It’ll look good with the dress.”

“Right away, your Majesty.” Peter affirms and hurries out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Once gone, the king turns back to you, frown in place. “Look, kid. I really need you to start playing your part. The modesty is a good touch, there aren’t many people from privilege with it so, keep that but you can’t keep questioning every time I want to lavish you with a gift. You’re a princess. Start acting like one.”

Feeling remorseful, you nod. “Of course. I’m sorry, your Majesty.”

“Also, I’d really prefer it if you called me ‘father’. You should only refer to me as Majesty when you are referring to me to someone else or introducing me to someone I haven’t met. We’re feeding everyone the story that you were sent abroad but I don’t really need them to think that I shipped you away without affection to keep you out of sight.” He urges. “If I’d really had a daughter with emotional problems, they’d have had to pry her from my arms if they wanted to send her away.”

As he speaks the words, you know that he’s thinking of Morgana. She’s still missing. But you get what he’s saying. If you act distant with him, people will think that he never visited and sent you away so that he could pretend you didn’t exist. That’s not what you want for him either.

He’s been nothing but kind to you and considerate.

“Yes, f-father.” You frown. “Sorry. Father.”

That’s better. Sounds more natural.

“She’ll pick it up, Tony. Don’t worry.” Natasha assures him.

“Right.” He says. “Get her changed, curl her hair a little. Waves. Maybe a braid or two but keep it simple. Steve will respond more to her innocence than regality.”

“I thought we weren’t trying to trick him?” Natasha challenges.

“We’re not. I’m trying to sell him my daughter.” He looks at your stunned expression and shakes his head. “Not like that. We’re not getting any money for you. I just mean, I have to make you appealing to him.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” You ask for what must be the millionth time.

“He doesn’t have to like you.” Tony nods. “He just has to marry you. Breakfast in ten. Hurry up.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting still for hours and trying not to fall asleep is one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.

Natasha keeps clearing her throat to remind you to sit up straight and you hear her most of the time, but Peter catches you once or twice when you’ve teetered to the side after dozing off.

Tom, the artist painting your portrait clicks his tongue every time you move and you bit your lip which makes him frown.

“Sorry.” You mutter, then sit still.

Your only solace is that the cool breeze, in combination with the warmth of the sun, is bliss. It’s this comfort that seems to lull you to sleep repeatedly so, good and bad.

Normally, according to Natasha, portraits like these are usually done over several days but because of the urgency to get your portrait to King Rogers, you sit on the white marble bench for nearly ten hours before you’re allowed to get up.

No bathroom breaks. No food. No water. It’s not torture but after two days of constant feeding, it hurts.

“Thank you, Tom.” Natasha tells the painter as he packs away his brushes and paints, staring proudly at his portrait.

“Can I see it?” You ask, Peter scurrying up to help Tom balance his bag as he begins to pull away the canvas he’s painted you on.

“Get that to his Majesty for approval immediately.” Natasha continues, ignoring your question.

“Wait,” You struggle to move.

Your ass feels numb, legs weak, head is splitting, stomach growling, eyes burning. Before you can get two steps, Tom and Peter are gone.

Disappointed, you’re so done with the day and yet, “Are you ready? You’ve got your reading and writing lessons in five minutes.”

You almost whine, complain that you’re exhausted, and you need to sleep when Natasha’s questions from the morning remind you that you’d told her you can do this.

“Yes.” You reply, tired and not doing a very good job at hiding your drowsiness with the saddened lilt of your voice.

“Just a few more hours, princess, and then you can sleep.” She assures you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to help support you as you walk towards the door back into the castle.

“Okay.” You relent as your stomach grumbles loudly.

You’re pulled to a stop.

“Damn.” Natasha exclaims, stopping just inside the doorway to look at you apologetically.

Your shock at her swearing is maybe not pronounced enough but you’ve sworn lots yourself back home. And much worse than a simple ‘damn’.

“I’m so sorry, your Highness. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.” Natasha’s remorse is touching but you shake your head and give her a smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve gone longer without eating.” You assure her.

“Not under his Majesty’s care you haven’t. Can you make it to your lessons without me? I’ll run and get you something to eat if you can.”

“Of course, I can.” You nod. “I’m not completely useless.”

She smiles and then grabs the front of her navy dress and rushes off down the hall and out of sight.

She moves so gracefully and her navy dress and its sparkling silver embroidery make her look like a piece of floating night sky.

You hope that you can move with her grace soon.

Halfway to your lessons room, you begin to teeter from left to right. Shutting your eyes for steps at a time and all you want to do is sit down and sleep. You’re very tempted, as you pass several sturdy wooden chairs and benches as you make your way through the light limestone halls of Castle Stark.

But you persevere and keep going.

When your eyes close a third time, they stay shut much longer and you don’t realize you’re sleep walking until you’re slammed into a large firm body that very nearly knocks you off your feet.

Eyes shooting open, you watch as a tall man with shoulder length dark chestnut hair and gorgeous ice-blue eyes drops his bag and an array of scrolls he’d been carrying under his arm. The contents of said bag go spilling out across the floor along with his scrolls. Books and quills and a box of what looks like cookies that spill out across the floor.

“Oh, damn!” You exclaim, unthinking. “I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I had my eyes closed.”

In a panic you throw yourself to the ground and begin to gather the spilled contents. Ignoring the cookies because those are ruined now. Fuck.

Way to go, Y/N.

“It’s alright. Please, don’t trouble yourself.” The man says, his deep tone easy and flowing.

As you both reach for a small black journal, you gasp at the sight of his left arm. It shines in stunning silver. It’s not a glove. Of that you’re sure because his metal fingers close around the leather book and he pulls it to him.

“You lost your arm.” You blurt without thinking, so surprised and no filter in your exhausted state.

The man swallows and you finally look up to take him in properly. He is indeed handsome, and his blue eyes are stunning. His lips are full and pink, his brow intense but kind. A full beard covers his otherwise strong jaw. You can see the peeking of a dimple on his chin.

He’s wearing a black leather tunic, black pants, tall knight’s boots and several pieces of armor. Primarily a shoulder guard on his right shoulder, emblazoned with a plain white star.

The collar of his black silk shirt peeks out from the neck of his tunic, laced shut. Around his hips rests a long sword and on the opposite side a dagger.

“I’m sorry. That was so rude of me.” You gasp, flustered by your slip. “I didn’t mean…”

“No.” He smiles. “Don’t apologize. Forgive me, I was also not watching where I was going.”

“Here.” You reach for a scroll and hand it to him. “I’m sorry about your tin of cookies. I…I can see if I can get you some more? There are these good biscuits that they make in the kitchen here. With jam they are very tasty. Or if you like plain cookies, I can make them myself?”

It’s been a while as you hadn’t been able to afford the flour to make them, but the kitchen in the castle is well stocked. You could make them if Natasha and his Majesty let you.

“That’s not necessary. Really.” The man says, smiling at you kindly.

Together the two of you finish picking up the mess you’ve made and when he has the last scroll tucked underneath his arm, you step back with a smile.

“I really am very sorry that I bumped into you.” You fuss. “I haven’t slept and I’m a little out of sorts.”

“You haven’t slept?” He asks curiously, adjusting his cargo.

“No. I was up all night practicing my writing.” You confess, not thinking. If you’d been well rested, you might not have told him any of this.

“Practicing?”

“I don’t know how to write.” You nod. “Or read. And I’m supposed to get married soon. I…I’m terrified of disappointing my husband.”

The handsome stranger smiles and looks down at the ground, then back up at you with those kind blue eyes. “I don’t suppose any man who marries you will be disappointed. Unless he’s a fool? Not many ladies would have stooped down onto the ground to help me pick all this up, much less offered to make me cookies when there are so many servants to do it for her.”

He seems to think about it for a moment.

“In fact, they would have probably held me responsible for crashing into them and left me here to pick it all up myself.”

“That’s not very nice.” You shake your head. “Besides, I was the one falling asleep while walking. I really am very tired.”

“Can you not go to bed early?” He asks, purely out of concern.

“No.” You shake your head, lips sloping into a pout. “I need to go to my lessons. Writing and reading and etiquette.”

Oh! This is a good chance to practice your lying in the heat of the moment.

“I spent a long time away from my family and now that I’m back I want to make them proud.” You sigh.

“Why were you away from your family? If you don’t mind my asking?” He steps closer so that the two of you aren’t speaking across the hallway at each other.

“I was ill. I had many issues, emotionally, and my father and mother sent me away to get help.” You explain and the young Knight’s eyes seem to brighten with recognition.

“You’re the Princess…uh…Y/N. You’re the daughter Tony and Pepper had before they were married!” The Knight exclaims.

Oh, shit. You hadn’t even thought about it from that angle. The fact that you’d have been born out of wedlock, considering your age. Wait…Tony and Pepper? Someone else going by first names? What’s going on here?

“Don’t you think that maybe they sent you away because of that and not because you were sick?” He jokes, pulling your attention away from the lack of convention.

“Are you saying that my parents cared more about their reputations than they did for me?” You frown, not liking this point of view at all. “That they didn’t love me enough to keep me?”

The Knight goes a little pale. “No. Oh, God, no. That’s not what I meant.”

“But it is.” You frown.

“Okay, it is what I meant but I did not mean to cause offense. Forgive me. Sometimes I speak when I shouldn’t.” And he does look sorry. “Please, your Highness, forgive me.”

You consider him for a moment then maybe it’s because you’re so tired and don’t have the energy to stay upset, you nod. “Okay. I forgive you.”

He beams, his smile wide and stunning.

“So, it is you set to marry Steve, and not the Princess Morgana?” He asks, stepping closer as two maids walk by giving you both curious looks.

“I am.” Your worries are brought back by his mention and you remember that you should be at your lessons. “I should go to my lessons. I need to work hard if I want to please him.”

“He’ll be lucky to have someone so pretty and kind as his wife.” The Knight says. “I think you might be just what he needs. His old queen was kind but stern, like him. Fixated on duty. I think a sweet-tempered queen with eyes that shine like the sun will do him a world of good.”

Your ears burn hot like fire. So many compliments loaded into one statement…how does a woman recover? However, you are distracted enough by the way he sounds so familiar with King Rogers that you can ignore the flattery.

“Do…do you know his Majesty King Rogers?” You gasp, astounded by the luck you have. He sounds as if he knows him intimately.

“I’ve known him my whole life.” The Knight says. “My name is J-”

“James!” Natasha’s voice makes you jump, echoing around the hallway and turning your heart into mush.

“Lady Natasha.” The Knight named James says, and his voice wraps around the name like a caress. He likes her!

“Barnes.” Natasha frowns as she comes to stand beside you, a small basket held in her hands. You can hear the slosh of liquid—probably wine—coming from within. “Why are you keeping her Highness from her lessons?”

“We bumped into each other. She helped me pick up my things from the floor.” He tells her, smirking with amusement as she turns blazing green eyes on you.

“Your Highness, a Princess does not get down on the ground. You call for someone to come and pick whatever is dropped for you.”

“Oh, don’t do that to her Natasha. Don’t turn her into one of your stuck-up court ladies. She’s perfect just as she is.” James pleads, genuine in his praise and in his desire to keep you the same. For King Rogers?

“It’s my job to help turn her back into the princess she was born to be and that’s what I’ll do.” She gripes.

“Steve won’t like her if she’s like those ladies. Let her be who she is. He needs a little sugar in his life.” James teases, making your neck hot again.

“Did you just refer to the Princess of Malibia as sugar?” Natasha demands.

“Oh, come on, you know that’s not what I mean. She’s nice. And look at her smile. She’s perfect for him.” James assures her and for the first time since you’ve come to the castle and seen King Rogers’s portrait do you feel any sense of relief.

“Am I really?” You beam up at him, your smile wide but sleepy.

“You bet your bottom you are. I guarantee he’ll be worshipping the ground you walk on.” He smiles.

“James!” Natasha gasps, then hands you the basket. “Your Highness, off to your lessons now. Go on. I will follow.”

“But…”

“Please, your Highness, you’re already late.” She urges and because she’s always there for you, you go.

You don’t go far, however. You stop around the corner to listen. Not very princess-like behavior but you don’t care. You’re sleepy and you’re so curious about King Rogers. This man, James, he knows him. Childhood best friends! It doesn’t get any closer than that.

“First off, don’t refer to her bottom. She’s a princess and she’s going to marry Steve. What is wrong with you?” Natasha demands.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Secondly, what are you doing telling her things like that?” Natasha demands, glancing down towards the hall where you’re hiding with worry.

“What?” He chuckles. “She is sweet. And nice. And honestly, if I didn’t have my eyes set on someone else, maybe I’d have tried to make her fall in love with me a little?”

“You think every woman wants you.” She frowns at him.

“All but the one that matters.” He flirts, moving a step closer. “When will you agree to marry me? I’ve asked you six times already.”

“Ask me six more times.” She quips.

James chuckles again.

“I really wish you hadn’t filled her head with all that ‘perfect for him’ nonsense.” She frets.

“But she is perfect for him. Margaret was always so…She was kind and strong and after what happened to her, I think maybe Steve needs to have someone he can watch over. Someone he can protect.” James reasons.

“Yes, but she’s expecting love, James. She’s told me that she must make him like her nearly a hundred times since she saw his portrait and I’m afraid that she’s only going to make herself unhappy. He’s closed himself off from feelings like that since Maggie. I don’t think he has it in him to love like that again and the princess is already so enamored and I’m pretty sure she’s never been in love before. What if he breaks her heart?

“Then she’s stuck living with him in that castle and she won’t be able to leave, so she’ll just have to deal with it. I keep wanting to beg Tony to cancel this stupid plan because she’s the one that’ll suffer, and she doesn’t deserve that. Because you’re right, she’s nice and sweet, and she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.

“What if he’s cruel? What if he resents her? He needs to marry her and have children because that’s what he must do but he doesn’t love her, James. What if he never can? Maybe I should take her away from here?”

“Shh, Natasha,” James closes the distance between them, his hands finding her shoulders which he caresses with affection. “Don’t worry about Steve, I’ll do what I can to help them along. And Steve isn’t cruel. You know him. He’s just…dealing with everything that happened.”

“It’s been two years, James. He still won’t dance. He won’t smile. When’s the last time he laughed?”

James sighs, “I know that things don’t look promising, but he’ll love her. I know it. She is perfect for him. And once she’s pregnant, I know that those protective instincts will kick in for him and he’ll devote every second of his life to her. And you’ll be there, too. Always by her side.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Natasha sighs, “I will be.”

“I think this girl is special.” He says, “For her to get you to love her so much so quickly?”

“The princess has had a difficult life. I want her to be happy now. She takes on so much. She just came back home and now Tony’s sending her away again, just to bury the hatchet?”

“That’s not why they’re doing this, Nat.” James chastises.

“Oh, really? When’s the last time the two of them were in a room without going at each other’s throats? All because of that stupid treaty the team-”

“Nat.” James frowns. “Not here.”

“Sorry.” Natasha says.

Team? What team?

“I know it’s frustrating. But they’re talking. They’re writing to each other. That’s a good thing. And as for the princess, she’ll be happy. I promise. She will, just, maybe not right away. You and I can be a team. We’ll do what we both can to ensure that her heart is as unbroken as when she first arrives.” James insists.

“You can’t promise that. I can’t promise that.” Natasha says, relaxing a little as James closes the distance a bit more, pulling her to his chest, arms wrapped around her torso.

“I can. I will do everything in my power to make sure that he sees her for the blessing that she is. For you.” He smiles at her, seducing her with his kind manners and consideration.

“I’m still not going to marry you.” She smiles, a half smirk with the corner of he lip sloping up seductively.

They both seem intent on seducing each other.

“Aren’t you?” He checks.

“No.” She shakes her head but stops when his lips meet hers.

Quickly you slide back, moving as quietly as you can down the hall until you can walk at full speed without being heard.

Natasha has been your champion since arriving here. Her positive attitude has kept you certain of the task you have set before you but to see her doubts spill out so quickly and numerous, your heart begins to writhe with fear because what if she’s right? What if you’re dooming yourself to a life without love?

There are worse things. You remind yourself again. You know that all you can do is hope that he marries you.

At least, if you marry him, you will have a place. Your home will always be Broklin’s castle and your family will always be the King, even if he doesn’t love you and would rather have his first Queen. You will finally belong somewhere and on one will be able to take that away from you.

Reaching into the pocket of your dress, you pull out the small silver compact that Natasha had given you and pry it open to stare at King Steven’s handsome face.

Those storm blue eyes…

Now all you have to do to ensure your survival is make sure that you don’t fall in love with him. And really, how hard can that be?

It’s late afternoon and you’re making your way from your room with Peter at your side, sharing a bag of berries that his Majesty had sent to your room.

“They’re tart.” Peter chuckles. “Here, keep the rest, I might not stop eating them if I keep going.”

You laugh with him. “So? Help me finish them. I’m eating too much as it is with all of this food they send to my room.”

Your dress is simpler today, plain white with a sheer pink underlay. You’re a gleaming pearl underneath warm yellow light. Your corset is still tight however, so despite the comfortable dress, there’s a hint of discomfort in the way you stand.

“No. I’ll finish them.” Peter argues.

“That’s the point.” You laugh.

“Princess!” A shout from the end of the hall startles both you and Peter.

He drops the bag of berries into your open hand and jumps in front of you to shield you on instinct. You nearly drop the berries but just manage to catch the small sack.

A man you’ve seen every day but never spoken to marches towards you, his short graying curly hair and stocky build give you comfort for some reason. He looks like a teddy bear, even though you’ve seen him grumble and roll his eyes a few times at his Majesty. Everyone acts different than they should. You still don’t understand it and are beginning to think you never will.

“Happy?” Peter says, then looks back to you as if he’s let something slip. “I mean, Harold, Sir Harold Hogan. Your Highness, I’m not sure you’ve officially met the King’s personal secretary?”

“I haven’t.” You assure him and try to look as unphased as possible by the nickname slip up. “Sir Harold, it’s nice to meet you.”

Harold ‘Happy’ Hogan bows to you, then stands up with an excited gleam in his eye.

“Your Highness,” He smiles. “His Majesty would like to see you in his office.”

“Right now?” But, what about your lessons?

“Yes. Now.” He nods and begins to walk away.

You hand Peter the bag of berries and begin to follow Sir Hogan.

“Don’t worry.” Peter says, “I’ll run and tell Master Rymond that you’ll be late.”

“Thank you.” You call out to him just before you turn the corner. “Is it very important, Sir Harold?”

“Please, call me Happy. Everyone does.” He smiles at you, no sign of the severe man you’ve seen over the past few days.

“H-Happy, have I done something to anger my father?” You check, keeping up the lie even with the King’s right-hand man. Does he know the truth?

“No.” He shakes his head. “Nothing like that. He’s actually really pleased with you.”

“Why?”

“King Rogers has written back about your portrait.” Happy begins, shocking your arms into numbness from nerves. “We sent it last night and he got it early this morning.”

“A-and he’s written to father about it?” You ask, your voice barely above a nervous whisper.

“He loved it.” Happy assures you.

“King Rogers loved my portrait?” You ask, all astonishment and disbelief. “He actually said that he loved it?”

“Well, no. Not exactly. But he said he wants to marry you as soon as possible.”

You can’t breathe. “And wh-when is that?”

“Day after tomorrow. We leave in the morning for Broklin. You’ll meet him tomorrow night and, in the morning, you’ll be married. Y/N Rogers, Queen of Broklin.” He looks back at you and you stop walking, the sound of blood rushing is deafening, like the sound of roaring carriage wheels as they crash into puddles of water.

Then everything goes black as your body falls backwards.

Happy’s last cry of, “Princess!” echoes in your ears.

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I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: dream smut, cursing

Pairings: OC x OC x OC, Victor Sullivan x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae

Author’s Note: if you’d like to be tagged in the story just let me know 💕

Chapter 6

The next day...

Sunny’s POV

“I can’t believe you’re really going to India, Sun. It’s probably so gorgeous!” My friend, Catalina, raved as I sat at a table closest to the front counter of her bakery. I feigned a smile and stirred the coffee she made me, watching her pack a fat bag full of pasta and a tub of chocolate chip cookies.

“Yeah! All the dead bodies are really gonna add a nice touch to the postcard I’ll send you.” I said with a touch of sarcasm as I rested my chin in my palm, looking at her with a smile. But the joke went right over her head.

“Dead bodies?!” She exclaimed.

“Cat, darling, she’s goin’ into a bloody war zone.” Erik told her slowly.

“A war zone?!” Her brown almond shaped eyes widened as her jaw dropped and she leaned over the counter. “A WAR ZONE?!”

“I think we broke her.” Erik joked, looking at me. I allowed myself to giggle and I sipped my coffee carefully so as to not burn my lips.

“Suck it, Erik.” Catalina grumbled, blowing her flouncy dark bangs off of her round freckled face and throwing a cookie at him. I grinned as he made a face and sipped his iced Mochaccino with extra whip sourly through his straw.

“I could leave you, y’know?” He said. I rolled my eyes. These were the two people that kept me remotely sane in my 7 years of being in San Francisco.

It was a very early morning for us. Erik and Catalina were driving me to Sully’s plane which he parked on a runway in a hangar outside the city. It was a pretty long drive but an even longer flight. 17 hours of just me and the old man. I was sure he’d let me fly until I got tired. And there would be so much to talk about. I hadn’t seen him since Libertalia. I missed him a lot too. When my friend finished packing everything into a travel bag, she locked up the bakery and the three of us hopped into Erik’s black 2015 Ford Mustang. I took backseat while Catalina rode shotgun, Erik blasting whatever rap music he liked listening to as he drove along a road that seemed to wind for the longest. I listened to my friends sing their songs and make jokes and I leaned into the door as I watched the smiles on their faces. I couldn’t die while I was gone. I wouldn’t allow myself. ‘Who would take care of these idiots?’ I thought with a slight chuckle.

As we arrived at the hangar, I could see that familiar tall silver haired fox, sitting on the steps of his seaplane as he smoked a cigar just waiting for me. The wind pushing at his clothes and hair lightly. Erik just pulled up right to the plane and stopped the car. I gave a big sigh and mentally prepared myself for the adventure ahead before hopping out. As soon as I did, I went running into Sully’s arms to deliver the biggest hug.

“How ya doin’, kid? You look tired.” He asked me. I gave him a small smile and shuffled my feet.

“A lot has happened this week. Sam came, he got me fired, now we live together-”

“He got you fired?” Sully forced a laugh and shook his head. “But it’s good. You didn’t need to be there anyway.”

“Yeah…. he punched my boss in the face!” I said, raising a brow as I looked at him. He cackled.

“That’s Sam for ya.”

“Mmmhmm.” I agreed, picking at my nails. “I guess I should be grateful though. Won’t have to work at that shithole again.”

“That’s a bright side…” he nodded.

“And I get to travel more with you guys! Do work that I actually give a fuck about.” I grinned. He pinched my cheek with a proud smile as Erik and Cat got out of the car. Erik grabbed one of my bags from the trunk and brought it over to me.

“Erik goddamn Tales. How long has it been?” Sully asked, shaking his hand strongly. I’d forgotten that the last time they saw each other we were all in London.

“I wanna say 6 years, mate.” Erik smiled as he handed me my bag and I went to put it on board.

“Jesus, time really does fly, huh? You look good! Put on a little bit of muscle since I saw you last.” He said with a smile.

“Ah, cheers, Mr. Sullivan!” Erik smiles in embarrassment as he continued.

“I remember when you were just a skinny little thing.” Sully tapped him in the chest with the back of his hand casually as he spoke. Erik just laughed and nodded.

“Yeah I’m workin’ on it.” He chuckled. As I hopped out of the plane, I noticed Catalina trying to grab the biggest bag; the one full of my weapons. She struggled to pick it up and damn near dropped it on her foot when she managed to get it out of the trunk. I giggled and ran over to help her.

“You good, Kitty Cat?” I asked her and she huffed as the weight of the bag pulled her down a bit.

“What in the hell do you have in here?” She asked, straining herself to pick it up.

“Guns.” I told her simply, picking up the bag with ease and linking an arm around hers as she held onto the bag of food she packed. I walked her over to the plane and introduced her to Sully. “Victor Sullivan, Catalina Cabrera.” I said quickly, pushing between everyone to put my guns on the plane. Sully’s posture straightened a little at the sight of my precious friend. In a heartbeat he swooped up her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her knuckles.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” He said rather smoothly. As I came off the plane, Cat shot me a look and wiggled her thick brows at me. I shook my head and fought off a smile. Then she handed him the travel bag.

“I made you guys a little something for the road…. well… the sky…” She said and he chuckled.

“Sunny, you never told me you had cute friends.” Sully puffed on his cigar and smirked at me.

“Settle down, ya dirty ol’ dog.” I laughed, patting his back.

“I made pasta and cookies. I hope you guys like it.” She said to him as he looked in the bag.

“I’m sure we’ll love it. Cat here can cook like a fuckin’ Master Chef. She’s got her own bakery and everything.” I said to him, hugging her and kissing her cheeks.

“I’m okay-”

“Bullshite. It’ll be the best damn cappuccino you ever have in your life.” Erik said, interrupting her humble moment to push her about with a smile.

“Well when we get back, I might just have to take you up on that.” Sully said as I took the bag from him. I looked at Erik who had been rather quiet. During the ride over he kept looking at me through the rear view, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. His eyes just kept bouncing between me and the road. ‘I hope he’s okay…’ I thought for a moment.

“Welp! We got a lotta air to cover. Let’s hit the skies, shall we? Lovely meeting you, Miss Cabrera. Erik, practice your aim, bud.” With that, Sully turned to get into his plane. I hugged Cat tightly and she ran her fingers through my curls.

“You better come back. Scratches and bruises only. I’m still traumatized from your gunshot wounds.” She told me, burying her face in my chest. I chuckled and poked her nose.

“I’ll be fine. Be good while I’m gone. Sell the fuck outta those pumpkin cupcakes. People are gonna love them. Look out for each other. And keep Erik outta trouble. Please?” I said.

“Of course.” She smiled. The look in her eyes told me she’d be just fine. Then I turned to Erik. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he slowly slipped his arms around my waist. He hugged me as tight as he would before I left anywhere. But he lingered a bit this time. The way he looked down at me, there was so many emotions swirling in his green eyes; too many to unpack at the moment. He parted his lips to speak and stuttered a bit.

“Sunny, I…. I uh…” he pondered a moment.

“Yeah?” I urged him to keep talking. He seemed to shake his head a bit before a calm smile stretched across his face.

“I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone…” he told me as he looked me in my eyes. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted to say so I made a mental note to talk to him when I got back. I just smiled and kissed his cheek before stepping onto the plane. His hands lingered in mine like he didn’t want to let me go yet he reluctantly did so.

“Alright. I love you guys! Call me!” I shouted, closing the plane door behind me. I sat in the passenger seat of the seaplane and looked down at my friends, waving as we flew off. I watched as they grew tinier and tinier the higher we got. Soon they were but little specks on the ground and we were above the clouds.

“That’s my family, Sully… those two… They’re all that matters…” I looked at the ground where they were even though we were high in the clouds now, my hand against the glass as we flew through the air.

“I’m glad to know you’ve got people out here that care about you. I worry, y’know?” He said gently. I was surprised at him.

“Victor Sullivan, I do believe you’re goin’ soft on me.” I told him with a smirk. He shook his head and chuckled. “I can fly later, right?”

“Absolutely not.” He shut me down immediately and my nose turned up as my brows tensed.

“Why in the sam hell did you teach me how to fly a goddamn plane if you won’t let me fly said goddamn plane?” I asked in annoyance. He just chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d actually want to-”

“WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!” I snapped. I was a bit disappointed. I was looking forward to flying a bit.

The flight was rather long and I fell asleep twice. I chatted with Sully about him and Sam’s recent adventures (the whole two sides to a story deal). It seemed as if Sam had been living his best life for the past six months. Sully busted a knee during one trip and he’d been a little light on it lately. He would tell me that getting old means more recovery time. Something I wasn’t exactly looking forward to. Suddenly, he began acting a little shifty. I picked it up and narrowed my eyes at him for a moment before turning my eyes back to the blue sky and fluffy clouds before us.

“What is it, old man?” I asked, slouching in my seat and biting my nails. He gave a nervous chuckle, knowing nothing could really get by me.

“How’s Sam been?” He asked me. I raised my brows and snorted. There was once a time where the two men couldn’t even stand each other and now he was checking up on him…

“Fine…. We got a shared apartment. He wanted to make up for getting me fired.” I mumbled.

“You live together?!” He shouted. I stared at him with widened eyes before smirking a little.

“Geez, Sully. Don’t be such a dad about it.” I said. “Look, it’s a win-win situation. I get a new place, half the rent, I practically live in my workspace now, and he’d be gone a lot so I’d have the place to myself mostly… among other explicit things.” I smirked. Sully’s expression seemed a bit uneasy as he shifted in the pilot’s seat. He cleared his throat and tried to suppress his grim facade. Something felt off. Like he wanted to tell me something. Kind of like everyone else who was afraid to tell me things nowadays. “Okay, Sullivan. Spill it.”

“Heh…. I don’t wanna drive a wedge between you two by any means… and you know I just wanna look out for ya—”

“Victor… you’re stalling.” I said, calling him out.

“Sam’s had a bit of company… during his time away. Before he came to see you. It wasn’t just one… it had been a couple.” He told me nervously. I took a deep breath as my heart pounded against my chest suddenly. Sam mentioned before that he’d been with other girls during his travels. He never elaborated on it but it stayed in the back of my mind. Bringing it up again only made me think about it more. I looked at Sully with an unbothered look.

“I know. He told me.” I responded, acting as if it didn’t hurt when in fact it did (more than it was supposed to). “He can sleep with whoever he wants. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything…”

“Isn’t he though?” Sully retorted rather pigheadedly. I sighed.

“No he’s not. I don’t want a boyfriend. Never needed one and I won’t start now…” The words didn’t seem true anymore. The closer I got to Samuel Drake, the more I wanted to know everything; feel everything. Be everything. But a relationship wasn’t in the cards for me. It seemed like it never was…

“Well then. I guess it doesn’t matter then.” Sully said simply.

“Nope.” I replied in a stale tone. Sully gave me a side eye but continued to keep quiet on the subject.

We finally touched down at a port in Karnataka. When we arrived, I was knocked out cold in the back of the plane. 17 hours was no joke. The gentle vibrations and the hum of the engine as I brushed up on more Hoysala culture lulled me to sleep rather easily. Not to mention Sully and I ate our weight in pasta and cookies. My friend really put her foot in it. I was suddenly startled by a hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. My eyes fluttered open to be met with a pleasant pair of blues.

“Are we there yet?” I mumbled. He nodded.

“Yup. We made it, kid.” He told me, stretching his long limbs.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t let me fly. All goddamn 17 hours and you didn’t let me go one. That’s just mean.” I grumbled sitting up, scratching my head as he chortled.

“How about we go out n’ get some sun, huh?” He said, patting my back.

“What time is it even?” I blinked the sleepy burn from my eyes and yawned.

“11:30. AM.” He answered curtly. I made a face of pure disgust.

“It was morning when we left…” I whined.

“And it’s morning here now.” He said, putting on his sunglasses.

“This is such trash. I hate this so much.” I scoffed with my head in my hands as I stood. I reached into my bag nearby and grabbed my sunglasses from the side pocket, sliding my jacket off my arms. Sully opened the door to the plane and the heat came pouring into the air conditioned plane, invading all my personal space. I shook my head tiredly. “Holy fuck…” I sighed, hopping off the plane.

“Let’s get to the motel and get settled. Then I’ll take ya out for the 4x4 and I know a guy you can get a boat from. It’s on the bad side of town though so… maybe you should go in the daylight. But we can do that tomorrow.” He told, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He was only staying for a day or two. I grabbed my bag of weapons and Sully suddenly stopped me. “You think it’s a good idea to openly carry a bag full of guns around the city right now?” He asked me. I chewed on my lip just as an Indian officer walked by.

“You’re right. I’m an idiot. And I’m tired.” I said, deciding to leave my bag on board. He threw an arm over my shoulder as I adjusted my bag of clothes over my shoulder.

“I’ll get you some more.” He said like a coddling parent.

“Lemme guess. You got a guy for that?” I smirked. He smiled and patted my head as we walked about the city.

It was quite wonderful really. The women wore beautiful sarees, cows and chickens walking about with their owners, street vendors lined up everywhere selling just about anything and everything. Children played in the streets with soccer balls as the South Indian wind carried the most mouthwatering scents of food. The buildings were painted colorfully as well as the fishing boats in the harbor. I didn’t know where to look. It was just an explosive rainbow all over the place. We asked around a lot to figure out where a motel was and eventually the cutest little boy stopped playing with his friends to help us. Granted he swindled Sully out of ten bucks for some ice cream.

He led us to a peach colored building with a bright pink door beneath a white archway. We thanked the kid and headed in to get rooms. We dragged our tired bodies up a couple steps and down a hall, decorated with lovely carpeting. When I got to my door, I leaned my head on it, tiredly.

“I’m gonna get some shut-eye for a while and then we can go out.” He grumbled, swinging his room keys around his fingers.

“Sounds like a plan.” I said, saluting as I watched him go into his room. “ See you at 16:00 hours, Captain?”

“At ease, sailor.” He joked, closing his door.

I’d taken a very long hot shower. I let the scalding water crash over my skin in hopes that it would calm me but it seemed that I’d just be restless for the day. For some reason, I just couldn’t get myself together. I was jet lagged like a mother and worried about Sam- about the whole job really. He warned me that he wouldn’t be able to contact me until he saw me but it didn’t make it any easier. And more importantly: when?! I still had not a clue how it was going to pan out. In the midst of all my stressors, I managed to dress myself in a black tee shirt and camo printed fitted skinny jeans before falling asleep in my bed. Then suddenly, I found myself dreaming…

Bright lights shined in my eyes, practically blinding me. I could hear the fat bass of music in the speakers above me and the roar of many men in front of me. It smelled like cigarettes and booze. A scent that was all too familiar to me. I blinked a couple times when I heard a voice yell at me. “Aye! Move your ass!” I looked off to the side to see Jet scowling at me. I realized I was in Headlights and that I was on stage. So I began to move. The last I checked I wasn’t working here anymore. But I still did as I was told. When my set finished, I walked about the club. Men complimenting me on my ass and the girls I worked with complimenting me on my set. Each time a girl talked to me, I managed to find myself asking them, “Have you seen Sam? He was supposed to wait here for me.” and every answer was a solid “who?” or that they hadn’t seen him. Jet approached me at the bar and handed me a wad of cash and ordered a shot for himself, slapping me on my ass harshly as my eyes scanned the crowd.

“What are you lookin’ for?” He asked me, taking a shot and ordering from the bartender behind me again.

“Sam. He said he’d wait here…” I said. Jet just snickered.

“Oh, that guy. He’s in one of the private rooms around back. He said to come find him when you were finished.” He told me, rolling his eyes. A smile crept onto my face as I started off to the room. I didn’t know how I knew which one he was in but I did. I walked down a ridiculously long red hallway and stopped at the very last door. My heart beat seemed to grow louder in my ears as I put my hand on the golden door knob; just a steady pace. I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw when I swung the door open.

Moans hit my ears the moment the door cracked open. I could feel my face turn into a hard frown and my eyes strained, trying to make sure what I was seeing wasn’t real. Sam was sat in a plush red chair with a girl’s head between his legs, his head thrown back as he groaned and called her “princess”. His fingers delved into her long dark hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap, her hand curled around his cock as she worked. I couldn’t control my feet. I walked further into the room, knocking something over and stopping in my tracks as my face heated up and tears welled in my eyes, my lips trembling. They stung as they gathered up, threatening to fall hot and heavy from my lids. He looked up at me a moment and uttered my name with a shiver. My heart shattered as this girl stood and pulled her panties down and sat on his cock with a loud sigh. I tried to get a look at her face but her dark tresses hung over her face. My breathing became ragged when she began rocking her hips into his. The two of them started panting as they fucked each other, but Sam’s eyes never left mine.

“Sunny…” he whispered repeatedly, gripping onto her hips to fuck her deeper. Suddenly he began yelling my name. Something overwhelmed me and the tears fell over my cheeks without permission. I backed away as he screamed at me ferociously and I turned to run away. But no matter how hard I tried to bolt down this obscenely long hallway, I just couldn’t seem to run fast enough. And when I finally could, I found myself back in the front of the club, sobbing uncontrollably. I could feel my heart speeding up, my chest heaving as I hyperventilated, running into tables, knocking things over and waitresses, making a mess of things. I looked at the hall I ran from, backing up and hoping that I’d see Sam running after me, but he was nowhere to be found. I screamed as hard as I could but no sound could be heard, only the loud music in the speakers. I turned to run out of the club but something tripped me. I suddenly found my feet swept from under me and my head slammed hard on the corner of the stage, knocking me out—

Suddenly, I was awake. I shot up from the bed, sweating, trying to catch my breath as a single tear fell from my eye. I looked around and ran my hands over my body, pushing my hair back to make sure I was okay. I was fine. I was in my hotel room. I let out one solid sob and I sat at the foot of my bed, my fingers gripping onto the mattress. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I wanted to throw something. Anything. But there was nothing around that would give me that satisfaction so I punched a pillow a couple times. I put my face in my hands and grunted, shaking myself of the icky feeling that had come about. That’s when I heard a knock on my door. I stopped myself a moment and sniffled, trying to pull myself together even though my heart was still racing like I’d just run a marathon. I went to open the door and Sully stood there all bright eyed and awake. Then he got a good look at my face.

“You alright, Sunny? You don’t look so good.” He asked in a concerned tone. I gave a big sigh and shook the nerves off, putting on a big smile.

“I’m fine! I just had a weird dream, that’s all….!” I laughed as authentically as possible. I didn’t need anyone worrying about whether I could do the job or not.

“You sure?” He winced, giving my face a once over.

“Yeah! I’m great! Let’s do this.” I said, backing into my room. I grabbed my sunglasses and shoved my feet into my black boots, closing the door behind me. “Lead the way!”

“So I was thinkin’! 4x4 then dinner?” Sully proposed, raising a thick brow.

“YES. I’m starving.” I said linking my arm with his and we strolled along the dusty streets of the city.

#uncharted #sam drake #samuel drake #samuel drake x reader #uncharted x reader #uncharted smut #sam drake fanfiction #sam drake x reader smut #sam drake smut #victor sullivan #poc ocs #poc oc #poc

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wckdhook · 6 years ago

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A Winter’s Ball - Harry Hook

Request: Request for Harry Hook x reader. Both harry and reader like each other but Harry doesn't want to go out with reader because he thinks he'll only hurt her so at the upcoming dance, reader goes with her best friend Jay. Harry sees them dancing and laughing, gets jealous and confronts the pair only to have reader tell harry that she isn't interested and Jay is already dating someone else (your choice).

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,188

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one! Also someone please tell me they caught the Hamilton reference in the title lmao.

**** "I don't understand why you just don't ask her out?" Gil mumbled.

Gil and Harry had been sitting at a bench outside, watching as you sat under a tree studying. Harry had been trying to get the courage to go over and talk to you for about fifteen minutes now and Gil was beginning to grow frustrated. Harry had a crush on you since the moment Ben allowed more VKs to come into Auradon. He sat next to you in one class, and he took every opportunity to talk to you in it. But talking outside of class was a different story, he just couldn't move his feet to go and talk to you.

Gil nudged Harry's shoulder. "I'm being serious alright? Back in the Isle you used to talk to girls with ease. What's the problem with this one?"

Harry sighed. "I'm scared, alright?" The frustration was clear in his tone.

"Poor Harry, scared of talking to a little girl. She's just some princess or someth-"

Harry cut him off, angrily. "She is not, just a princess. Her name is (Y/N) and she is lovely." Harry's eyes drew back to you. You looked so peaceful under that tree, it made his heart smile.

"Okay. So what's the big deal?" Gil face palmed.

"The big deal is she's not just any girl from the Isle. The girls I flirted with on the Isle were just flings, I didn't care much. They all had nasty attitudes and we're trying to backstab me. (Y/N) is so different from that. She's sweet and kind and beautiful and way too good for me. I don't deserve her. I'm just a dirty old pirate from the Isle. What if I hurt her? What if I end up hurting her so bad that she's no longer sweet and loving and kind? I don't want to take any chances with that. I don't want to ruin her." Harry's eyes were on the floor and his shoulders were slumped. "C'mon Gil, let's just go."

Gil tried comforting Harry as the two walked back to their dorm rooms and called it a night.

"Class please turn to page 172 on your textbooks." The teacher ordered.

You sighed as you flipped through the pages of your Magical History textbook. You looked at the seat across from you to see Harry Hook with an empty stare looking towards the floor.

"Pss. Hey Harry. What's up?" You whispered.

"Nothing." He whispered back.

"I'm not an idiot there's obviously something up, Hook. You can tell me." You smiled.

"Well obviously I don't want to tell you so how about lay off?" He bit back.

Woah. What was his problem? You tried playing it off cool like you didn't care, but you really did. You had the biggest crush on Harry since he first stepped into Auradon. Magical History class with him was sometimes the highlight of your day. You two mostly just goofed off the whole time. And sometimes you felt as though Harry shared those same romantic feelings towards you. But his attitude towards you today proved you wrong. Maybe he somehow found out that I like him. Maybe he doesn't want to be my friend anymore. A million thoughts ran through your mind. You brushed them off.

After class ended you immediately called your best friend Jay to tell him about this. He told you to meet him at the tables outside the cafeteria. You sat there waiting for awhile until you saw Jay run up to you.

"I have the MOST amazing idea!" He yelled.

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there, Jay. What do you mean?" You laughed.

"I mean I have a plan for figuring out if Hook really likes you or not." He explained.

"I can definitely tell you that he doesn't after today. He completely pushed me away!" You grumbled.

"Who said it had anything to do with you though? Maybe something personal is going on and he just really doesn't want to talk about it. We wont find out if he likes you or not unless we try."

"So... what's the plan?" You asked.

"You know how the winter ball is coming up soon?" You nodded in response. "Well, since we know Harry's lazy butt won't ask you himself, what if you went with me instead?" You began laughing. "Seriously, hear me out. If you go with me to the ball, and we see Harry get jealous, we'll know he has a thing for you. We can find out if he likes you without even asking!"

"Okay, sounds good enough to me. But what about Lonnie, don't you want to ask her?" You questioned. Jay has had a crush on Lonnie for awhile now, but he never seemed to make a move on her.

"See that's the thing. We don't know if Lonnie likes me either. But, if she sees me at the ball with another girl and shows signs of jealousy, we'll know she likes me too. It's knocking two birds with one stone!"

"Jay, you're a genius!" You exclaimed and ran up to him, giving him a hug. "What would I do without you?"

"Probably be single for the rest of your life." He responded casually.

You nudged his shoulder. "Shut up." You laughed.

It was the night of the ball, and you were all dressed up. You looked into your mirror and smiled to yourself, you honestly looked gorgeous. Your dress was a low v-cut light pink ball gown, with simple white embroidered flowers on the bodice of the dress. The bottom of the dress flared outwards and just barely grazed the floor. Your hair was slightly curled and pinned back, and your ears had simple pearl earrings attached to them. You looked like a petal from a flower. And you felt beautiful.

You met Jay outside of the ball and smiled at your best friend wearing his black suit with a light pink tie to match your dress.

"Ready to go make some people jealous?" He asked.

"Ready." You smiled.

You both confidently walked into the ball with arms linked together, you immediately caught sight of Harry the moment you walked in. His eyes were on you and his mouth was slightly ajar.

"I think it's working." You whispered to Jay.

"Okay you sit down at a table, and I'm gonna go get us some punch. Let's see if Harry tries to talk with you." He whispered back and you nodded, taking a seat at the nearest table.

Just as Jay had suspected, Harry immediately walked up to you.

"Hello, (Y/N). You look beautiful tonight." Harry complimented.

"Thank you. As do you."

"So... you came with Jay to the ball?" His voice was on edge.

"Yes I did. Why?"

"Oh nothing.. just wondering. You know, I was also wondering if you'd like to da-"

"Hey (Y/N) I brought us some punch!" Jay cut Harry off. "Oh, hey Harry! What are you doing here? Doesn't (Y/N) look so lovely tonight?" Jay asked.

"Yes. She does." Harry gritted through his teeth. "I was actually about to ask if she'd like to da-"

"Welp better get going now, (Y/N) and I were just about to dance. Isn't that right (Y/N)?" Jay cut Harry off again and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing.

"That's right. Catch ya later Harry!" You replied, leaving Harry all alone at your table. "This is totally working! Did you see his face? He looked like a poor kicked puppy, I almost feel bad."

"Don't. He deserves it, it his fault for not making a move sooner." Jay responded.

"You're right."

"Now let's dance!" Jay laughed as he twirled you around. In the corner of his eye he could see Lonnie standing staring at you two with her arms crossed. He applauded himself at this tiny victory.

Harry stood alongside Gil and Uma and watched as you and Jay danced and laughed the night away. He was so angrily annoyed there was probably steam evaporating off his skin.

"Look at them. All happy. That should be me right there. Jay can't even dance very well, either. I could take his place so easily if she jus-" He crushed the empty plastic cup in his hands.

"Well, that could've been you in the first place if you would've just ASKED HER OUT like we told you." Uma scolded.

"I know, I know but still. What does he have that I don't. I have devilishly handsome looks, and charismatic pirate charm. What's not to love!" He flashed a toothy grin.

"Don't flatter yourself, Hook. Just go talk to her." Uma sighed.

Uma and Gil both shoved Harry towards you, and he straightened up his tie as he walked in your direction.

"Hello again, you two. Do you mind if I have a quick word with Miss (Y/N), Jay?" Harry asked.

"I don't mind at all." Jay smiled and left with a wink.

"Let's sit?" Harry offered and the two of you sat back down at your table. "So how's the dance going?"

"Oh it's going great, Jay is such a great dancer!" You over exaggerated.

"Yeah speaking of that... are you two a thing?" Harry asked.

"What makes you think that?" You innocently questioned.

"Well I mean, you both came here together. You both were laughing and dancing together. You both hang out all the time after school."

"And why does that matter to you?" You asked.

"Because it just... does." Harry replied, feeling uneasy.

"It wouldn't matter to you unless you were jealous." You laughed.

"Me? Jealous? Of Jay?" He scoffed. "Oh please. I'm not jealous of him. There's nothing to be jealous of."

"So you won't mind if I go back to dancing with him?" You sat up.

"No! Please." He ushered you back down and sighed. "Listen. Maybe I was a little jealous. But that's because I saw you dancing and laughing with Jay and I couldn't help but think that that should be me. It made me so angry to see you with him with that beautiful smile of yours, the one I should be putting on your face. I guess what I'm trying to say (Y/N) is I like you, a lot, and for awhile now too. But I understand you're with Jay and you don't wan-"

"I'm not with Jay." You replied, breathless.

"What?" Harry asked with confusion.

"Jay's my best friend. We came together to get you jealous and find out if you liked me. We also did it to see if Lonnie liked him. I wanted you to ask me but you just pushed me away when I tried talking to you in class the other day. It seemed like this was the only way to find out if you felt the same way, and I guess the plan worked. You're not mad are you?" You spilled out.

Harry felt a weight lift off his shoulders and he smiled brightly at you. "Of course I'm not mad, darling. I'm actually quite amused that you came up with this whole plan just to get me jealous. And... I'm sorry for pushing you away that one day. I thought that if I got too close, I would hurt you. But it turns out, being away from you is what hurt you the most." Harry apologized.

"And I'm sorry I made you jealous."

Harry stood up and held a hand out in front of you. "Care to dance, love?"

You swore you could feel your heart leap out of your chest. "I would love to."

"Alright, let's get all the couples out on the floor for one last song!" The DJ announced.

How cliche. Here you were with the boy of your dreams, slow dancing at the winter ball. It felt as though you were part of some cheesy teen romance movie. It felt unreal.

You hooked your arms around Harry's neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You laid your head on his chest and looked behind his shoulder. There stood Jay with Lonnie wrapped in his arms, dancing. The plan had worked for both of you. He gave you a wink and you flashed a playful smile at him.

Harry smiled to himself as butterflies flew throughout his stomach. You two swayed to the slow beats of the song as the night dwindled down, and he held you tightly in his arms as if he was afraid you would disappear if he didn't. Harry realized he didn't have to be afraid of love, he didn't have to resist feeling this way to protect you. He knew pushing you away would only cause more harm. Harry knew deep down inside that the only place he could truly keep you safe, was in his arms. So he held you close to his chest, softly ran his fingers through your hair, and placed a kiss on top of your head. And he felt content knowing that as long as you were with him, you would never come to harm.

#harry hook #harry hook imagines #descendants #descendants imagine #harry hook x reader #Descendants 2 #harry hook imagine #harry hook fanfic #disney descendants

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breezy-cheezy · 6 years ago

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Mmmmmkay I have to rant about Nier: Automata for a bit; I accidentally triggered the end of the game (playthrough 2, ending B) last night and stayed up till 2:00 trying to finish the stupid “not allowed to save” phase. But y’aLL IT’S SO GOOD??????? AND 3RD PLAYTHROUGH ISN’T ANOTHER RE-RUN OF THE SAME STORY WE GET MORE STORY AAAAAAAAA

(more under the cut because there is ALOT for those who care;;;;;)

- OK SO THE MUSIC IS AMAZING??? I love LOVE that the music dynamics build in instruments and intensity as you progress towards danger/plot, but also softens again for quieter moments and just...musical storytelling is so sooooo my jam I love it. Also that the music goes 8 bit when 9S hacks stuff, it’s actually kinda cute X’D

- ON THE SUBJECT of 9S being able to hack into enemies and you getting to play that as a little teeny ship shooting down viruses and barriers and whatnot. Genius???? That added SO MUCG to the story on the second playthrough as 9S. Particularly discovering the fact that all of humanity?? Is actually extinct?? ...even BEFORE the aliens/machines attacked earth?? WH A T?????? WHAT THE HECK ARE ANDROIDS FIGHTING FOR THEN????? *every time an android salutes and says “glory to mankind” now* GLORY MY FOOT THEY ALL DEAD MOVE ON--

- I realize it probably has alot to do with the lore of previous nier games and I’ll probably have to trawl through Wiki pages soon here. Emil himself really broke my heart aaaaaah baby...his side quest is so sad. I also looked at arts and he was a really cute kid?? Before he was turned int the freaky moon skeleton thing...?? Oh my goodness......

- The secret lunar tear flower room is gorgeous. I just sat there for awhile to soak it all in...the music is so nostalgic and I’ve never heard that song bfore how do y’all DO THAT--

- Emil’s shop is pretty cute. He just drives around the ruins and sells stuff if you shoot him and he’ll stop X’’’D It did ruin alot of serious moments tho. *Engels, talking about how he’d sinned for killing so many androids and choosing death--* “S-A-L-E SAAAALLLEEE~~!! EVERY SALE’S A WIIIINNNNNN~~~~!!!! LALALaaaaaa~~~...” Me: *facepalm*

- ...I just realized the little tune he sings is a cheerful rendition of the music in the flower room. H E C K

- ANYWAY. Onto the actual game. I really really enjoyed playing as 9S for obvious reasons (bABY) but it really did add so soooo much to the pretty much surface level story when you first play as 2B. Which sums them up pretty well...2B, Battle unit 2, pushes on relentlessly, avoids thinking too hard about things and what she’s doing because oh dear, EMOTION might get in the way...9S, Scanner unit 9, on the other hand, cannot stop his curiosity. He asks questions, he sticks his nose in way further than he should to some dangerous stuff. I think he realized Machines were sentient and had feelings long before 2B, but was in denial for a good while. You learn so much more about what you’re fighting as 9S, because he scans. He observes, searches, discovers. Heck, some hacking caused him to experience empathy for the poor things, to his horror...

- Actually, there are alot of scenes where either 2B or 9S questions why a machine they’re killing is screaming for help, of crying for lost family, or loudly proclaiming loyalty to a king they’ll give their lives for...they stop for a moment, but the other quickly jumps in and reminds them that it’s just imitation. It’s not real, it’s fake, machines can’t feel, yadda yadda...it was odd to me they kept switching off on reminding, but...I think they both know, deep down, what they’re doing. But denial. Because if machines DO have feelings, if they are sentient...what does that mean for all they’ve killed...? Just...hoo BOY the moral dellimas in this game?? Scary good. The quests get that across alot.

- I don’t like the theme of hopelessness in most of the side quests?? I do see many of them as cautionary tales though. We watch many characters lose hope and the will to live after their thing/person they’re living FOR is gone. It makes me worry alot about 2B, who is a soldier through and through. 9S actually does have hopes and dreams for things outside of the war, which I love ;7; they definitely lean on each other alot emotionally on this respect though...I don’t know quite what to make of the themes of the game this far in yet;;;;

- The love between 9S and 2B is of course my favorite thing. Familial, romantic, idk. I, being me, see it as more platonic, “You’re my rock in this storm” only friend/sister/brother vibe, but as more of a fan of platonic relationships, that is what I tend to do. But 9s following 2B around like a lost puppy and trying to do all he can to help and do his job but also getting bored with said job and trying to make the most of things, asking all the “why” questions, 2B acting irritated but also always keeps him close and makes sure he’s safe....going ballistic when someone hurts her boy ;;v;; I love...2 kids. Their operators and pods are such fun dynamics too~~

- As far as endings A and B...DANG. It hit worse because you get backstory on the giant ocean machine (that 9S just hit with a giant missle, which he also had to ride to keep it on the right path...DX NO SELF PRESERVATION) he just...wanted his mama......;;A;;

- Also it’s not fair. 9S is so injured by that missle attack, then I guess Adam finds him and is like “HM. *sticks the lil boy impaled on a wall* Perfect. *proceeds to emotionally and mentally torture said child*“ like YO ADAM THAT’S NOT HOW YOU DO THINGS. Then 2B proceeds to kick down walls for her boy and kills Adam and walks off carrying 9S bridal style into the sunset. Lovely. I have a comic idea for this part, lol.

- Oh I don’t like Adan very much, he is pretty tho?? There was alot of blood though...how do machines bleed?? How do the androids bleed?? What??? I question this alot.

- HHHHHHH THE BECOME AS GODS CHAPTER SCARED ME I DON’T EVER WANNA DO THAT AGAIN DANG SUICIDAL ROBOTS SCARED ME SO BAD

- Fighting Eve was...annoying but still heartbreaking. He misses his brother so much....even though Adam is a butthead and couldn’t care less he left his little brother behind DX just everything about that fight was Tragic. Also Eve developing more self awareness and realizing “Eve” is a girl’s name and being a bit miffed LOL that’s what y’all get when your first book is the bible kiddos...I realize they’re technically like what? 2 weeks old still???

- The ENDING. From 9S’s perspective is especially scary....the corruption transforming him, 2B coming in to kill him to stop the pain, he BEGGED her to, just....hhhhhhh babies ;;A;; 2B’s soft broken crying over him as she’s forced to strangle her only friend to death just aaaaaAAAAAAAA I DIE ;;;;;;;;~;;;;;;;;;

- I was actually able to cry over it this time coz. It was 2 am. No parent awkwardly watching over my shoulder. Because the pose for this scene is...........super awkward..........like......really........their clothes are super torn up and uh. The first time I was just hoping my parents wouldn’t mistake it for a sex scene or something hhhhhghhhhh;;;;;; I really really REALLY wish the pose was different, the game does need to give the fanservice a rest, at LEAST for a scene this serious DX I’m able to ignore it but when someone else is watching I don’t wanna have to explain;;;;

- That IS a big gripe I have with the game. The fanservice. Just. Why. How is 2B’s outfit practical?? Self destruct mode???? REALLY???? Get this girl battle shorts or something please.....I guess if I looked at it more as a ballet outfit?? I might make some edits when I draw her because GEEZ.

- 9S gets some of this too. Self destruct mode, his shorts are blown off???? WHAT THE HECK???? Welp, never using that again. also why is he the only yorha boy android??????????? X’’’’D They never explain that!!

- BACK TO ENDING STUFF why were there random data hologram girls standing there, watching 2B strangle 9S?? Just...silently there...they weren’t there in the first playthrough?? I’ve seen them a couple times but they’re NEVER mentioned?? WHAT ARE THEY-- is it a glitch?? Wha--

- Teeny 9S being able to dump his consciousness into a giant machine robot guy and cradling 2B in his hand ;;~;; he’s fine y’all I’m so GLAD (I wanna draw something for this scene.... I wanna draw alot of things)

- I love Pascal. He should adopt all the sad people to his happy peace village. He already started that...what a good egg.

- The accessories option is lovely. I’ve been running around with 9S with a blue bow in his hair forever now ;7; replaced with the flower in his hair because BOYS AND FLOWERS I LOVE but I think I might give the flower to 2B because she’d look lovely with it and....I miss the blue bow X’D

- Also the AMOUNT of things this could line up with a KH universe....as far as how androids work, hearts (black boxes), memories making you...you, being able to transfer “hearts” to new bodies when the old is destroyed, POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP...there’s alot. I dunno what to do with this info...

Anyway, I have alOT of thoughts and feelings on this game, it’s like...a very cool book. I’ve had trouble putting down. These aren’t even all of them but idk who I can actually rant to so here it is for the Void

I’m so interested to see where it goes!

#breezy babbles #ALOT #idk where else to put this so here #for the void #this probably absolutely makes no sense I'm so sorry #nier: automata #nier #meta #????kinda #I loooove love love 9S with all my heart and soul #he's also voiced by Mob's english voice actor which is SO MUCH CUTER #they need to hang out #I love 2B so much too #their operators are cute #pascal is cute #everyone is cute

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alexandrite-dragoness · 8 years ago

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YGO 5D’s: Birds of A Feather - Chapter 2

The sky wakes up with a light of sunshine, along with Yusei and Akiza from their peaceful slumber. The black-haired man turns in bed, face to face with his lovely wife.

“Hello gorgeous” He kisses her on the cheek, making her smile upon him.

“Good morning.” She says softly, slowly laying back to rest. Both of them have the day off, so it’s nice to sleep this time. After another hour Akiza gets up from bed, checks the other bedroom and then went downstairs to the kitchen. Tying her hair back, she starts making breakfast, mixing the ingredients together in a large bowl. Cooking the pancakes in a pan, a young figure starts walking down the stairs, smelling the aroma of what he considers yumminess. Just over three years old, he struggles to get up to the counter to see what his mother is doing.

“What are you cooking mama?” The little boy asks, barely able to look over the counter with his step stool.

“Pancakes.” Akiza answers with a warm smile, happily humming while cooking.

“Pa-ancakkes?” The son says it to himself, although Akiza heard him and nodded.

The woman sets up the table for breakfast, putting out a plateful of pancakes right in the middle.

“Yummy! When are we eating mama?” The boy jumps up and down in excitement, getting ready to sit on one of the chairs. Akiza chuckles on the boy’s silliness as he drools all over the table, but moves him to the stool chair for toddlers.

“Not right this minute. Wait till your father gets down here.” She was about to walk up the stairs to check on him, only seeing him walking down from the upper floor with a baby in his arms.

“Hey dada!”

“Morning Odin,” Yusei sees his son and wife by the dining table. “Sorry honey. What did I miss?” Yusei walks over to Akiza and gives her a peck on the lips.

“Nothing really. Breakfast is ready though.”

“Alright. Got the baby food ready?”

“Yep.” Akiza took hold of the infant and puts her on the baby stool. “There you go, Chelsea. All nice and comfy?”

She cooes at the baby, as the little one looks around out of curiousity, making little vocal noises. Akiza gets the baby food ready as Yusei helps Odin and himself with the pancakes, cutting Odin’s into little pieces.

“Alright little Chelsea, say ahh.” Akiza demonstrates by opening her mouth, hoping for the daughter to open hers too. Afterwards she opens her mouth in a little “o” shape, enough time for the mother to put the food in, scooping off some on her face that didn’t make it in. Odin stabs one of his pancake piece with his little soft plastic fork and shoves it in his mouth, chewing it very loudly, not that it minds the parents. The boy finally swallows.

“How come there are booborries in my pondcakes?” Odin asks with a disgraceful look, obviously not liking the blueberries in his pancakes.

“Because it makes it tasty. And healthier.” Yusei states as he cuts a piece and takes a bite.

“But it tastes weird.”

“Just eat it Odin. It’s good for you.” Akiza finishes her bite and continues feeding Chelsea, not seeing the pouty look the boy has on his face, crossing his arms. The doorbell rings, making Odin turn around to see who’s at the door. Yusei gets up and answers the door, seeing an orange-haired man with a bag in his hands, smiling with glee.

“Special delivery!”

Odin recognizes the voice, and turns all the way around to see him from his seat. “Uncle Crow!”

“Crow. Didn’t expect to see you here this early. How’s it going?”

“Ah you know, the usual.” Crow walks in and drops the bag off at their table, next to Odin. “Not much has been going on lately. Gets really boring.”

“Well I’m glad you stopped by,” Akiza gets up to hug Crow. “We haven’t seen you for a long time.”

Odin reaches his arms out for Crow, making grunts as he tries to get up from his seat.

“It has been a while, huh, time flies by without notice. So how your kids? They should be behaving well.”

“They’re doing great. Chelsea seems to like my sweet potato baby food I made. Unlike Odin she’s not much of a picky eater.”

“Sweet potato huh?” The conversation continues with the adults as Odin still tries to get Crow’s attention, reaching out to him as he is already exhausted from trying to get up. “Crow…”

“And good morning to you too Odin! How are your pancakes?” He ruffles the boy’s hair for the fun, as Odin didn’t mind his messy hair being any messier “I don’t like them.”

“You don’t like them!? But they’re pancakes. Who doesn’t like pancakes???”

Yusei and Akiza chuckles. “Apparently a kid who doesn’t like blueberries on his pancakes.”

“Oh…” Crow looks down at the toddler, scratching his head on the situation. “But still! It’s delicious! Ok well in that case…” He grabs the bag he brought and takes out a jelly-filled donut. “You can have this.”

Odin gasps in happiness, his eyes glitter with joy as he grabs hold of the donut.

“What do you say Odin?” Akiza makes sure he has his manners.

“Thank you!”

“No prob kiddo!” He stretches his arms out, seeing Odin digging in on the donut. He takes out another donut for the Fudo couple. “Want one?”

“Uhh no thanks”

“We’re good, thanks.”

“Suit yourself!” Crow gobbles down the donut in delight.

“I just hope you don’t do this often. Spoiling the kids would be one of the last things I want you to do.” Yusei sweatdrops just thinking about the consequences.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Good,” Akiza finds little relief. “Only do so when you have kids of your own.”

Crow went silent for a moment. “If only I could.”

“What do you mean ‘if’? I think you mean ‘when’.”

“There’s no guarantee. I might as well adopt the whole orphanage.” Crow sits on the furniture and slurps on his soft drink loudly, running out of juice from his cup.

“Don’t say that Crow.” Akiza looks at Crow with a moderate smile. “I’m sure you’ll find a special someone. I just know it.”

“And when you do I’ll do the honors of spoiling them. For friend’s sake.” Yusei says jokingly.

Crow chuckles. “Yeah, I guess. I think I’m getting too old though.”

“Pfft. You’re no where close to old. You’re not believing what Jack said to you, are you?” Yusei asks in somewhat a serious manner. Crow just glances at him.

“Of course not, but I just hit my 30’s. And people are known to have a family with a younger age… like you!” He gestured at Yusei and Akiza, who do have children as they are in their 30’s now.

“Not everyone has a family within that age, some of them even older. Besides it’s not too late to start a family. Take your time. It’ll be worth it.” Akiza points out, leaning against Yusei after finishing her sentence.

“You guys always encourage me, don’t ya?” Crow looks at the two again, giving out a smile.

“Of course.”

“...Welp,” Crow gets up from the furniture, getting ready to leave. “It’s either trying or Jack continues calling me the “V” word for the rest of my life. Anyway, gotta go to work.”

“Alright. Thanks for stopping by.”

“Always a pleasure.” Crow walks out the door, Yusei following along to close the door behind him. He walks to his Blackbird and got on, putting his helmet on and drove on the way to Sector Security for another day at work.

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shooter-nobunagun · 8 years ago

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Winter’s Breath (R-18)

//Kinda wanted to combine a few ideas, such as snuggling when it’s cold, winter, and Christmas and just the holiday spirits overall.

I told myself there wasn’t going to be smut, and then smut happened. Welp. Warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content (but still fluffy, I hope). Lots of smut, basically. A belated Xmas gift to my readers who enjoy Adam and Sio’s naughty fun times >:3

“Brrr...Adam, shouldn’t we close the window? Seems like we’re just wasting the heat otherwise...”

“Hn? Somethin’ wrong with fresh air...” The silver-haired man was lounging lazily by the fireplace—and from the looks of it, about to wink into a nap, judging from the way his body was sprawled all over the couch and eyes already half-lidded, even though he and Sio had just finished all the dishes from afternoon tea a mere ten minutes ago. From her vantage point, with that rumpled sweater and mop of messy white hair, he seemed more like a large, fluffy puppy than her fiancé.

She had to quietly muffle her laughter into the sleeve of her oversized Christmas sweater—a gift courtesy of Adam’s mother, hand-knitted with great pride. ‘Consider this an early Christmas present, for my future daughter-in-law’ she’d beamed proudly, as Sio turned red as a tomato and stuttered her thanks while Adam stood by with possibly one of the largest grins she’d ever seen on his face.

“Well, I like fresh air, but I’d rather not turn into an icicle either...I don’t want to just park myself in front of the fireplace all the time.”

At this comment the man on the couch opened one eye, staring with a quizzical expression though no other part of his body made any other movement. “What’s wrong with just sitting around? It’s the holidays, you’re supposed to just laze around and enjoy doing absolutely nothing...they don’t do that in Japan?”

Sio smiled and shook her head. “Uh, well, not really...I-I mean, Christmas in Japan isn’t as big a deal like it is here in England; in fact, most people work right until Christmas Day. That’s why all the parties happen on Christmas Eve and such, at night—when people actually get off work. And the next day you might get it off if you’re lucky, but for some it’s back to the grind.”

Adam let out a low whistle. “Cor Blimey, that sounds beastly. Christmas is a pretty big event here, as I’m sure you can tell...in fact, we Britons like to joke that after October, it’s straight to Christmas—November simply doesn’t exist.”

“Mmm hmm...but, I like it...the streets are so festive, and you can tell that everyone really has a lot of holiday spirit...” She smiled warmly, gazing at the fresh Christmas tree that sat in the corner of their little flat, decked out with lights and ornaments that twinkled merrily. “I hate to say it, but Japanese Christmas has a little too much emphasis on buying presents and stuff...not so much on the family part.”

He gave her a wry grin as the girl scooted onto the couch, Adam moving so there was just enough room for her to sit comfortably in his lap. “And also, your country’s odd obsession with...KFC fried chicken?”

“Okay, for the last time, I don’t know why—but that’s just the way it is??” Admittedly, the first time she’d told the platoon and everyone else that KFC was considered to be the classic holiday dinner, they nearly choked on their tea. Both Jess and Adam regarded her with a queer, almost pitying-look, while Mahesh just shrugged and laughed.

“Relax love, I was just teasin’,” Adam chuckled and kissed her on the cheek, Sio still pouting slightly in embarrassment. “I am very...happy, that you would choose to spend Christmas with me, instead of back home with your folks.” He took her hand and gently stroked her fingers, stopping just a bit longer at the ring. “I know you must miss them.”

“Yeah, but...they understand. Besides, we’ll be in Tokyo for New Year’s, which I can tell you, is a lot bigger deal in Japan.” The fire was quite warm, but the frigid air coming from the open window still caused her to shiver slightly, even in Adam’s arms. “Are you sure we can’t close the window? I know you love the winter air and all, but I’m still cold...”

He sighed, eyeing her with a ‘really?’ stare as she stared back just as unflinchingly, before a muttered ‘all right’ and he reluctantly got up and shut it, even pulling the curtains closed. “Happy?”

“Yes, thank you.” She whispered cutely, before giggling into her sleeve again as Adam rolled his eyes. “I sincerely appreciate your efforts to keep me warm.”

“You sure are demanding...”

“H-Hey! I-It’s not my fault I get cold easily...”

“I thought that was Geronimo’s job, not yours love,” he teased, but was still grinning. “Since I’m up anyway, anything you’d like from the kitchen?” They’d just had tea, but in Adam’s mind, there was never a bad opportunity for food and drinks. Or alcohol. His eyes slid over to the expensive bottle of port that had been Vidocq’s present to them. “Actually, how do you feel about mulled wine? It’s very British,” he exclaimed seriously, before pulling out all the necessary spices. “If you’re still cold, I can guarantee this’ll warm you right up.”

Mulled wine? Sio had tried a little hot sake before, but wine was a different category entirely. But it sounded nice—’kind of like apple cider’ was what Adam said from the kitchen—and hey, it was the holidays and they should be celebrating so...why not? “Sure,” she replied, leaning over the edge of the couch so she could stare at that fine ass as he sauntered around the kitchen, easily pouring the entire bottle into a pot to which he then added numerous different spices, some of which Sio hadn’t ever heard before. Man, what an ass—even though she had vehemently denied any sort of ulterior motives that day when she walked in on him changing, she wouldn’t deny that she certainly had enjoyed the view of his gloriously chiseled posterior. And those abs...the muscles were deliciously hard underneath her fingertips, yet the feel was always wonderfully warm against her body.

‘Ookaay Sio, slow down with the sexy thoughts! You’re not even drunk yet...’ She mentally reprimanded herself, but honestly she couldn’t help it. Adam was stunningly attractive; even when they’d first met and his abrasive attitude caused more than one arguing match, still she couldn’t help but turn away with red cheeks whenever she stared at him for too long.

It also didn’t help that the Japanese considered Christmas to be a lover’s holiday, much like Valentine’s Day—and in Japan that usually meant romantic trysts at love hotels, or if you were lucky enough, your own home. She’d heard more than her fair share of stories in high school, of girls bragging about how their boyfriends were already reserving hotel rooms months in advance or else just winging it day of. She, of course, as the loner military otaku, simply sat off to the side, and awkwardly attempted to not listen. ‘I wonder what they’d think now, if they knew I was spending Christmas abroad in London, and not just with my boyfriend but my fiancé...’

Soon, the room was wafting with the delicious scent of cinnamon and cloves, along with the slight hint of alcohol as the liquid simmered. The smells, combined with the heat from the fire washing over her, set off a deep stirring of warmth and coziness within her. By the time Adam finally ladled out two glasses of the mulled wine, Sio was stretched out along the back of the couch, blinking dreamily at him as he handed her the glass.

“Uh, you all right there Sio?” Adam gave her a slightly concerned glance as Sio proceeded to down half the glass in one go. “That’s an awful lot of wine at once...”

“Aaaahh...don’t worry so much, Adam, ‘sides it’s Christmas, you said we should be celebrating, riiight?” She slurred slightly, winking suggestively at him as she clambered clumsily into his lap, struggling not to spill her drink. “By the way, I’m going to confess right now that I very much enjoyed staring at your nice butt while you were making this.”

Ah. She was definitely getting drunk. Smirking, Adam took a couple more gulps of his own wine, letting the alcohol’s effects flood his system. “My my, I guess you are a voyeur after all...you’re a naughty girl, Sio. I think someone needs to be...reprimanded?” Those lips curved into a slightly-wicked grin, his emeralds glinting much like when he took to the field as Jack.

“Ooh, I’m soo scared,” she grinned back almost as wickedly, maroons glowing as the last of the alcohol made her more bold. “It’s not my fault you have a gorgeous ass. What’re you gonna do about it, Mr. Ripper?”

“You are so drunk right now Sio,” he muttered, before downing the remainder of his wine. “But you’re very cute...so I guess I can forgive you...”

“Aww...I was actually looking forward to your punishment,” she whispered seductively, trailing one finger down the open front of his shirt that had somehow become unbuttoned between when he’d handed her the wine and now. “You can be too kind Adam. A girl likes it rough, sometimes...”

Those soft breasts pressed more persistently against his chest, and before both of them lost all train of logical thoughts, Adam made sure to put their now-empty glasses far away from where they would be engaging in some...salacious activities. Her hot breath was laced with the spices of cinnamon and alcohol, maroons half-lidded as she slowly teased his jawline, placing barely-there feather kisses all along his neck and collarbone; Adam groaned slightly as she nipped the slight curve along the bone, a shudder of heat rushing through his body as Sio forced him onto his back. All their time together during DOGOO still hadn’t fully convinced him that Sio was in fact quite the seductress when she got into the mood, especially when drunk. Her sweet, earnest honesty was undeniably attractive and just Sio—but the raunchy, wild, ass-kicking girl that took over on the field (and in the bedroom at times) could certainly be just as appealing. Those lips moving down from the sweet spot near his collarbone to his nipples, her fingers coming up to pinch them slightly and Adam couldn’t help but shudder and moan. Her hands were nimble and warm, a continued stream of dirty talk coming from her mouth as she licked his chest while running touches all up and down his muscular torso. His cock gave a rather painful throb each time she teased a nipple, causing Adam to unconsciously grind upwards into her loins.

“Mmmrph...you’re terrible, Sio. And I love it,” he whispered hotly as their lips clashed, tongues wrestling each other for domination. His shirt was practically gone at this point, Sio’s hands moving clumsily towards his belt as she undid the buckle with a little difficulty, the alcohol impairing her coordination a bit. Adam was getting quite stiff inside his trousers, but after Sio managed to get rid of the belt, she didn’t rip off his pants right away; rather, she gently eased it down just enough to expose the ridge of his pelvis, before ever-so-slowly searing a trail of wet kisses down his stomach, paying extra attention to the special corner at his hips—he jerked slightly as her tongue gave an extra lick—stopping just short of the edge of his boxers, to Adam’s slight disappointment.

“You’re a bloody tease, Sio...such a naughty, naughty Kitty-chan...” he growled lowly, Sio leering at him with hazy maroons as he deftly flipped her onto her back, before positioning her so she was half-sitting, half-sprawled into the couch as Adam himself moved so he was kneeling between her creamy thighs. “Let’s see how you like it...”

“I’m looking forward to it~” She licked her lips hungrily, eyeing him with a smoldering look as he breathed against the smooth skin of her inner thighs. That musky, damp scent that was seeping through her knickers and mingling with the smells of the mulled wine from earlier...Adam had to greatly restrain himself from simply ripping apart her underwear and literally diving in face-first; Sio had teased him relentlessly, so why should she get immediate satisfaction while he was still nursing his erection? Still, he knew she was greatly aroused—not just from the heady smells of her scent, but also the droplets of nectar that were already leaking out, soaking her panties and coating her legs and petite bum with a sheen already.

“I would hope so...considering your knickers are completely wet. You’re dripping all over the place, making such a mess...” Adam shook his head mockingly, lifting just a section of cloth aside with a single digit as another traced her wet outer lips, the finger then digging around her slick inner lips as Sio mewled, her legs beginning to tremble and twitch as her hips undulated slightly with each prod. A few more pokes, prods and thrusts later he unceremoniously pulled off the wet fabric and his tongue delved into her soaked hole, licking up all the sweet juices that were streaming out. With each stroke of his tongue she moaned a little louder; he was soft at first, testing out her reactions and which spots were the sweetest, and as her cries grew each lick was rougher and stronger, until she was positively writhing into the cushions, her hands fondling her own breasts or else combing out his hair. Smirking to himself, Adam waited until she was twitching uncontrollably, spreading her pink, swollen pussy open to his invitation to play around with her did he slowly add a finger back in. As soon as he sank the digit into the heated depths of her core she clenched and tightened around the single finger, whining and begging him to stroke her g-spot.

“Aahnnmm...p-please, Adam, play with me...in that place...it’s, hard to reach by myself...”

Her pleading whimpers sent another bolt to his already-pulsing cock, the way her voice was breathy and desperate, pleasuring herself in a meager attempt to ease the pressure. “Holy shit Sio, you’re seriously going to kill me at this rate,” Adam muttered more to himself than her, rubbing his aching cock just a touch outside his boxers as he took a slight breather. “I don’t think you quite realise your own prowess...or actually, maybe you do.” Regardless, he always did his best to oblige her wishes—but in his own way, of course. Grasping one thigh firmly, he draped a leg over one shoulder before pushing two fingers all the way in, until they were buried to the knuckle and his fingertips rubbed against that slick, sensitive place deep inside.

“Mmmmmmnnn—!! A-Ahhnn...ah! Ah, ah, A-A...daaammmmm...” Her hips bucked in a clumsy rhythm as he expertly fingered her, until she was trembling and quivering on the edge of a climax—and then he pulled his fingers out, leaving Sio shaking with frustration and agony at having been denied her orgasm, especially since he locked both wrists in one hand to prevent her from finishing herself off.

“N-No, noo! A-Adam...don’t do this...to me...meanie...”

“That’s odd, I thought you said you were looking forward to your punishment?” A lascivious grin as he slowly licked the fingers that had been inside her, still dripping with threads of her nectar. “Mmm, you’re delicious...almost as good as the wine, I’d say.”

She glared at him for a brief moment, maroons flashing with a dangerous promise of revenge later, but a single puff of hot air against her swollen clit and she nearly broke, fighting desperately against his hold in one hand as he firmly kept her thighs spread. “Hiyaaa!! A-Ahhhnnn...” But Adam was relentless, keeping one careful eye on her reactions as he slowly toyed with her hyper-sensitive little pearl, now glistening with a slick mixture of her fluids and his saliva as he licked it just like one would a lolly. Her thighs basically had him in a death-grip at this point, but the more masochistic part of him enjoyed the pain, while the sadistic influences of Jack urged him to tease her even further, until Sio lost her mind and begged for release. Not that he needed to do much—just the way she was crying his name incoherently, back arching constantly as she gasped for air told him that all it would take was just a single moment and she would come crashing down from that dizzying peak.

That is, if he decided to give it to her.

The fire’s warmth washing over Sio only added to the overall heat that was pulsing through her body; her mind was being wracked endlessly with stimulation from all sensory inputs: the lingering sweetness from the alcohol upon her tongue, the scent of cloves mixing with her own musk, sweat dripping from every crevice in her body along with her juices that Adam was busy drinking up (and was creating the slick noises of a tongue lapping up water), and speaking of that tongue...another careful lick almost sent her careening over the edge, but not quite. She couldn’t decided what to even focus on, let alone where: his hands, one of which was firmly locking her wrists above her head, the other furiously pumping into her hole or his mouth, especially the way his tongue was teasing and swirling around her clit, backing off with a kiss and low chuckle each time she was about to orgasm.

“Nnnngg...hah, haaahn...f-fuck, you, A-Adam...tch...ahhnn!” No matter how hard she tried, Sio just couldn’t seem to push herself over; it didn’t help that Adam had pinned her in a way so that not only was she entirely exposed, but there was nothing she could do to herself. Only waiting helplessly, at his mercy of when he actually decided to let her come... “God!”

“I’m not even close to being done with your punishment, dear Sio-chan...I do hope you’re prepared...” A darkly humorous chuckle in response to her wild cursing, though the words seriously turned her on like nothing else. A hot wave gushed out between her legs, Adam’s eyes narrowing in pleasure as he watched it drip all over his hands. “Oh? Well well well...just who is the masochist here, between the two of us?” Withdrawing his fingers from her core for a moment, he flicked her sensitive nipples, which were stiff, pink pebbles from all his earlier ministrations and Sio tried not to moan too loudly, clenching her teeth each time he pinched them. “You have the cutest little tits, Sio...forget about those oversized water balloons on other women...”

“Oh! O-Oh...ooohhh...” Twisting her head into the cushions, Sio made a futile attempt to regain use of her arms, but eventually gave up and just lay there gasping, letting him do what he wanted. The anticipation was killing her...would this be the lick that tipped her over? Or would it be the next one, or the one after that, or...

One moment his mouth would be kissing and licking her petite breasts, very lightly nibbling around the nipples and she would thrash and arch her back; the next second heated digits were pumping in and out of her hole, his thumb rubbing her pink nub while he kissed a trail down from her breasts, until it joined his fingers. Panting, saliva dripping out the sides of her mouth as she whined and thrust her hips desperately, her insides trembling in anticipation at being kept on that wire.

“P-Please! A-Adam, let me go...I, I-I promise, I won’t...ahh...touch myself...please!”

He eyed her with a single glance, before wordlessly letting her wrists free and immediately massaging her stiff peaks. Her hands threaded themselves into his silvery strands, pushing his face towards her groin while his hands firmly anchored themselves against her supple thighs. Her hips were bucking with each lick, eager for some kind of extra friction to push her over the edge.

“Nngg...hahh, haaah, haaah—!” The heat was unbearable; her breath was coming in short pants as Adam’s tongue worked her clit, a finger still inside against her g-spot and pistoning in tandem with his mouth. “O-Oh...god, I-I’m...mmmmnn...I’m c, cumming...!”

The couch and Adam’s scalp were at the mercy of her nails as Sio finally climaxed, hips bucking uncontrollably as her legs jerked and twitched, her back arching stiffly as she tried to hold onto that feeling, of riding out that long burning heat inside her that caused her insides to convulse and clench onto his digits. “Nnnngg...haaahh!” Her inner muscles continued to pulse around his fingers, as the pleasure throbbed deep inside her each time she bucked her hips.

When Adam finally dared to withdraw his fingers after Sio calmed down, heaving and limp, his face was wet and shiny with her juices. Not just from the foreplay, but she’d squirted a rather impressive amount during her orgasm, his tongue still darting among his lips to taste her essence. Still, it was worth it, considering the outcome; his beloved sniper sprawled on the couch, eyes closed and completely relaxed as she caught her breath, her lithe body glowing with a sheen of sweat and cum. He groaned slightly as his own hands groped his length; he needed to take care of it soon, but not without letting Sio rest first. Gathering their glasses (which mercifully survived their romp), he went back into the kitchen and filled them with the remainder of the wine.

“Mmmm...is that...some more wine?” Sio had opened one maroon, nose sniffing at the familiar scent of cloves and alcohol. “Didn’t you say I was drunk enough already...”

“Yes, but I don’t mind. That is, if you want some. You don’t have to,” he shrugged, taking a sip of the warming liquid. “I can just drink your share.”

“And have you get plastered?” Sio replied sarcastically, motioning for a sip until Adam handed her the other glass. “Or I guess we could just have drunk sex...but would that even be good sex...” She mused to herself, tipping the glass a bit too far in the process and the rest of her wine sloshed out, all over her nude body and the couch. “Oh, crap...”

“...Good job, Sio,” Adam responded dryly, inwardly sighing at the thought of the couch now being stained a permanent red. Why did he think beige was a good color choice, again? Ah hell; at least it wasn’t an expensive one. “I think it’s pretty clear, what your state of drunkenness is currently...”

“Uruse...if you don’t shut that mouth of yours I’ll shut it for you...”

He laughed quietly to himself, downed the last mouthful, and then carefully plucked the glass from Sio’s hands before she could drop that, as well. “It’s all right; it’s Christmas, we can do whatever the bloody hell we want, however we want.” It was too late to save the couch, but a small bit of wine still remained on her skin, tantalizing drops forming in the valley between her breasts and Adam wasted no time in licking it off.

“H-Hiyaaaa—th, that tickles—!” Sio giggled madly, the sensation an interesting cross between being aroused and ticklish. No matter how hard Adam tried, still each time those soft white strands touched her skin, it would launch her into uncontrollable fits of laughter. “A-Adam...!” Then his tongue was all over her collarbone, her breasts, and her giggles turned into moans as he lapped up the wine from her skin.

“No use in wasting good wine,” Adam murmured, taking in the scent of her soft skin mixed with the aromas of mulled wine. The flavor of expensive port, combined with the salty tinge of her sweat and the remaining traces of musk in his mouth...it was an interesting combination, but one that aroused him greatly. He waited until she was writhing again, and persistently grinding her crotch against his bulge did he squeeze a finger inside, to check if she was ready again.

“Mmmm...wait, Adam, you’ve been doing all the work so far...” Sio sat up in a bit of a daze, steadying herself on his shoulders. “It doesn’t seem very fair...”

“Eh, I don’t mind, but if you insist...then why don’t you dance for me?” A thumb slid underneath her chin, lightly toying with her soft lips as she sucked on it gently. “That is, if you’re still capable...” he teased, what with the way she was tottering back and forth, he’d be surprised if she even understood his innuendo. However, much to his surprise, she merely returned his look with that certain glint in her eyes, before slowly climbing into his lap, and carefully sank down on his shaft, both of them moaning as the heat penetrated her tight insides.

“Aah...so, hot...feels, so good...” Despite her lack of orientation at this point, Sio still managed to situate herself relatively well on her fiancé’s lap, relishing the tightness inside her. “You...must be close, huh? I can feel it...twitching inside me, throbbing like it’s alive...” She rolled her hips unevenly for a bit, trying to find a good rhythm that would satisfy both of them. They hadn’t experimented much with this position before, but how hard could it be she figured, regardless of her drunken state. His hands were coming up to cup her small breasts, the fingers lingering just a tad longer against the scar that was now long-healed, before they squeezed and massaged the soft mounds, Sio moaning with delight. She could immediately feel herself getting wetter again, his cock sliding in and out of her with little trouble as he gripped the soft curves of her ass, bouncing her up and down.

“O-Ooh...oh, fu—ck...” With Adam’s efforts, they had settled into a good pace; each time she lifted herself up and then thrust back down, Sio couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of being emptied and then filled, repeatedly. “F-Fuck...aaahh, A-Adam...it feels, good...” Panting, she rested her head against his chest, clinging to his shoulders as he thrust his hips upwards each time she thrust down. “Ooooohhh...k, kimochii...kimochiii...!”

“You’re so cute, Sio...absolutely, adorable,” he breathed, kissing all along her neck and shoulders as they moved together, the pace reaching a frantic peak, Sio squeaking and moaning with each thrust. His own cock was begging for release, in fact had been since the beginning—but Adam wanted them to come together, for him to share in the same pleasure as her. Perhaps it was a bit of cheesy, romantic thinking on his part, but the idea of making love well through the night, when the outside was cold and dark and it was just you and your lover enjoying the holidays...he had to admit it appealed to him, just a bit.

“M-Mmm, mmm—A, Adam, I-I can’t, I...” Sio’s words were slurred between her gasps, but he could tell that she was trying to say something, and not just moaning his name. “I-I, I’m, I’m getting tired...sorry...” Indeed, he had noticed that her hips had been slowing down slightly, but had just thought that she was trying to draw it out. Maybe this position was a bit too strenuous, especially for one as drunk as her.

“No worries, love. Let me take care of that...” Slowly, he laid her into a reclining position, until she was laying on the couch as he climbed on top. Ah, the good ol’ reliable missionary position. Despite the excitement a potentially devious position could bring, in the end, you could never go wrong with plain, sweet vanilla.

Besides, his mind whispered naughtily, there wasn’t going to be much vanilla left if he was taking the reigns.

After making sure she was comfortable, he thrust back in with a tremendous force, Sio letting out a squeal of surprise, setting a strong pace and rolling his hips with each thrust so the tip would graze her g-spot each time. Indeed, he’d come to learn that it wasn’t so much about the speed as it was the angle and position; her inner walls pulled and tightened around him with each thrust, Sio crying out as he groaned with pleasure. “Shit...you feel so good...inside, it’s hot and tight...” Holding her close, until she was breathing hard against his neck, her slender legs wrapped securely around his wast and her nails leaving red trails across his back; he breathed in her scent, musky but there was a whiff of something soft and floral, something distinctly Sio that mingled with everything else in the air.

“Mmmn...haah, haaah...Adam—aahh—I love you...” Sio whispered breathlessly as their noses touched, a moment as they were catching their breaths between wet, sloppy kisses. “I love...you...”

“I love you too, Sio...” Usually the girl was shy with her words, so to hear that from her, right as they were both on the edge of climaxing—his heart pounded madly, and he was sure there was a big, stupid grin on his face, but Adam didn’t care—this moment, when they were truly together as one, both spirit and body, was the best thing he could have ever wished for. “You’re the best, love...”

The couch began to creak slightly, as he sped up the pace and his thrusts became more erratic. They were both so close...he could tell Sio wasn’t going to last much longer, judging from her whines and the way she kept tossing her head back, but he knew she was trying to hold out, to wait for him. He laced their fingers together and rubbed her knuckles soothingly, murmuring sweet nonsense into her ear as he coaxed her to wait, just a bit more. Not that she’d have to wait much longer; Adam felt like he was going to burst, a heady, intense pressure building up in his stomach, as heat seemed to pour into every vein in his body. Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest, his tongue tasting the sweat as it dripped into the crevice of her neck. Suddenly, Sio let a low, needy whimper, which continued to escalate with each thrust, until it was a continuous stream of moans and whines.

“Hnnng...hnn, nnng...uuuhhhnn, A-A, Adaaaaammmm...” Her brows were deeply furrowed and she was fighting to keep her eyes open, but he could tell she was quickly losing that battle.

“H-Hang on...please, just...let’s come, t-together...” Pulling her tight, he drove into her with total disregard for pace or anything else, simply pushing and pushing as if he could just bury himself deep inside her...and then there was a tingling in his core as his muscles tightened, the exact moment she let out a harsh cry and her insides instantly started convulsing and squeezing down on his pulsing cock, Adam unable to do anything but moan helplessly as he quivered and released his seed deep inside her womb, hips still thrusting at the sensation while she milked him for all he was worth. Sio’s nails were digging painfully into his shoulders and back, but the pain only served to enhance his pleasure, Adam groaning as he rode out the last of the tremors, before finally collapsing into a heap, both of them completely breathless and limp.

They stayed like that for a while, just panting for air and simply feeling each other’s bodies, cuddling and nuzzling while tender words and glances were exchanged. By the time the post-orgasm haze was finally clearing, Sio was spooned snugly in his arms, her fingers tracing nonexistent patterns along his arms as he snuggled against her silky hair. The fire had died down considerably, but there was still enough heat radiating from it for them to be comfortable while completely naked—though this was, Sio claimed, because she had insisted on closing the windows.

“See, if I hadn’t complained, then we’d be freezing right now.”

“Of course, of course...” Though the alcohol had mostly worn off by this point, he was still feeling a nice bit heavy relaxation, content to just spoon comfortably on the couch by the fire...or maybe not just yet, his cock twitching to life slightly again as Sio wiggled around, before subtly draping a leg over his so that the tip of his length just brushed the moist heat between her thighs. Though she hadn’t said a word, her actions were crystal clear, especially given how she had quite readily taken the hand that had been resting against her waist and now placed it over her breast.

Spooning it was, then; perhaps for the better, considering that Adam didn’t have much energy left for anything intense...for now, at least. Slowly, he maneuvered her hips and legs into the correct position, Sio letting out a pleased hum as he pushed in with little effort. Their hips rocked together in perfect sync, never going too fast—just a steady, even rhythm, Sio sighing deeply each time he brushed against her sweet spot, her hands taking his and guiding it to her sensitive little pearl, her voice just peaking out as he rubbed it slowly, in time with the thrusts.

“Aahhn...ahh, yeah...kimochii...” She pushed back a little more, their breaths getting a little heavier as the tension started getting pulled tight. The scent of her hair, the warmth from her skin against his as he held her close and the pleasant warmth that was building slowly in his groin...Adam sighed with pleasure, relishing in the chance to even be able to hold her like this, whenever he wanted to, now. Their little moments and even sometimes-secret trysts back in DOGOO had been thrilling for sure, but it was nice to be able to openly spend time with your loved one, without having to worry about aliens and the world getting destroyed every five minutes. Compared to the hectic chaos that had dominated much of their relationship, the quiet, maybe even mundane everyday life they had now seemed like heaven by comparison.

The heat inside his lower stomach was building up; yet, as enjoyable as the intimate, slow-burn sex was, his body was starting to nag for some more stimulation. Spooning was good for early morning sex, but now that he’d regained some of his energy, he swore he could hear Jack’s voice, whispering a slew of naughty things they could do, even if Sio was still tired...and at that moment, the sheepskin rug that had been lain in front of the fireplace for decoration fell into his view. Adam literally felt his dick get harder as his face split into a grin.

“Mmmm...huh? Adam, why’d you stop—!” The girl blinked her eyes, confused as to why he pulled out all of a sudden, before yelping as he handily lifted her up and placed her on her stomach, right onto the soft rug. “A-Adam?!”

“Spooning is nice, but let’s switch things up a bit, yeh?” He eyed her with a devious grin, and Sio felt herself blushing extremely hard, because if he’d put her face-down, then there was only one thing he had in mind.

Doggy-style.

Just thinking about it made her face heat up even more and a trickle of hot fluid dripped down her leg. Despite the fact that it was secretly one of her favorite positions, because of all the things he could do and places he could reach, she could never quite get over the fact that he basically had a direct view of her butt and its...corresponding opening. But the sheep’s rug was nice and silky soft against her belly, the strands tickling her breasts and torso as Adam lifted her hips up, fingering her first to get her ready. She arched her back and mewled as he scissored her insides briefly, wriggling her hips in his face until he pulled his dripping fingers out and kissed both butt cheeks.

“Now, just relax love, and let me know if things get too rough...although, knowing you, I highly doubt you’re the one I have to worry about...”

“What’s that supposed to mean—!” She didn’t even finish her comeback before Adam started entering her, Sio letting out a cry as the heat pierced her insides, her walls molding tightly to his length. Adam grunted as he continued to push, but not too hard—this stance always made her tighter, since she couldn’t spread her legs as much. “A-Ahhn...aahh, so hot...it’s burning me, inside...” Whining, she grasped the rug in her hands at the sensation, burying her face in the soft wool.

“Fuck, you’re so tight...” Adam groaned slightly, easing in until he was finally buried up to the hilt. “Doing all right?” From his vantage point, with Sio down on her elbows and her sweet little ass propped in the air...she was equally cute and sexy at the same time he decided, her cheeks a bit red from the heat and no doubt slight embarrassment, a tantalizing present all for himself. He licked his lips and reminded himself to start off slow, at least in the beginning. Gripping her hips firmly, he started moving, a shudder going through him as he felt himself being squeezed along her slick insides, back and forth. “You’re wonderful...it feels, amazing Sio...”

“Ooohh...aahn, your cock...it’s so big...” The words escaped her mouth before she knew it, and her face turned even redder as she heard Adam smirk at her Freudian slip. “A-Ano, I-I mean, it’s...you know!”

“Sure, whatever you say Sio.” The pace increased a bit more, Sio mewling and whimpering as each thrust became more forceful than the last. It was nearly impossible to stay on her hands the entire time—mostly, she ended up sinking onto her elbows, face buried in whatever was at hand in an attempt to muffle her cries. Her hips were steadily rocking back and forth, her breasts being rubbed into the wool and causing her nipples to become stiff and sensitive. Adam gripped her tightly at the waist, hands occasionally wandering up her toned stomach or else lightly smacking her petite bum. When he changed the angle so he started hitting her g-spot each time, however, Sio couldn’t help but moan loudly, her insides tightening at the sudden added stimulation.

“A-Aaahh...A, A-Adaam...f, faster, please...do, it—haah—more...” Desperately, she spared a hand to finger her own clit, biting her lips at the increased intensity. It was harder to keep her balance with only one arm, but she wanted to feel more—craved the intense pleasure rubbing her swollen nub could bring.

“What did I say about not needing to worry?” Adam had only been half-joking, having been with Sio long enough to know that behind that innocent demeanor, she harbored a libido that could put everyone else’s (combined) to shame. He’d lost track of the number of times where she wore him out, begging him to continue even as he was exhausted to the bone. Still, it was nearly impossible to say no to her—not with those large maroon eyes and pouty lips, begging him to screw her until they turned into a quivering mess. “Would you like me to fuck you senseless?” He swore her insides convulsed around his cock just a tad at that vulgar declaration.

“A-Aaahhnn...y, yes...please, Adam...I wanna cum...i-it, feels...too good...with you...I wanna cum, a lot...”

She was definitely pretty far gone at this point; Sio rarely used such language, unless she was topping or close to orgasm. Though he supposed, the alcohol probably loosened her inhibitions quite a bit as well, especially since she was considered a lightweight. A shiver of heat crawled down his spine at the thought of being able to let himself go, without needing to restrain himself.

His emeralds darkened to a deep green, the lust clearly reflected in his husky voice. “Your wish is my command, love.”

The room gradually became filled with their cries, and the sound of wet skin slapping on skin as the pace became feverish; the scent of the mulled wine had long since dissipated, instead being replaced by the sweaty, rich musk of sex and a bit of wood smoke from the fire. Sio had long since given up on retaining any sense of dignity, instead tearing handfuls of the rug with each push and pull. Adam had wrapped himself around her body at this point, spooning her against him and teasing her clit as he thrust into her furiously. Even her breasts, petite as they were, jiggled slightly at the ferocity at which they were going at it. Her thighs were practically soaked at this point, both of their juices running down her leg and staining the poor rug (which was also well on its way to losing a good amount of wool).

“Aaahnn! Aaah! Aaahh!! Oh god, oh god...!” Sio was being wound up tight, tight tight inside her core, every part of her seemed to be sensitive to something—whether it was the fur against her chest, Adam’s hands wandering all over and between her legs as he kissed her back and neck, and of course being penetrated by him repeatedly... Clenching her teeth, she buried her face against her arms, letting out a low, desperate wail, signaling her need to come soon. Though she didn’t say anything else, she knew Adam had picked up on her cues, not by his words—for he didn’t say anything either—but by the way he readjusted their position slightly, so he could lean over and nuzzle against her cheek. The affection he showed, even as they were basically fucking like animals, stirred that sense of love and the feeling of being with him deep inside her, and as their tongues wrestled each other, she felt her insides pull taut and then start spasming uncontrollably. Unable to control anything, instead Sio screamed and clenched down on him hard, her hips bucking against his as he slammed into her.

“Tch...S-Sio...ughn!” An enormous throb of pleasure pulsed through his entire body, Adam barely able to keep his balance above her as he held her close, absently stroking her body while she shook and trembled during her orgasm, lost in her own ecstasy. Something hot gushed all around his length, mixing with his own cum as he pulled her upwards, gritting his teeth as low groans filtered through anyway, just letting the aftershocks course through him until they settled after what seemed like an eternity.

“Haaahh...haaah...ooh, jeeze...” Groaning slightly, it seemed to take forever before Sio could open her eyes again, even just a bit. A fuzzy image of glowing embers greeted her vision, before she realized that she was still face-down on the rug, Adam sprawled out and half-unconscious above her, breathing harshly against her neck. There was a very definite wet patch between her crotch, but she was too tired to care. “Fuuuckk...I’m wiped...”

“You’re tellin’ me...you still amaze me at times, Sio.” Grunting, Adam slowly lifted himself off her, gently pulling out of her sensitive pussy. “Umph...I think this’ll do for a bed tonight...”

“Fuuuaaaa...yeah, sure, why not...” The sheepskin rug was soft and fuzzy, and the dying fire was still giving off a considerable amount of warmth. Besides, Adam’s body heat kept her comfortably toasty, and she was far too exhausted to even begin thinking about cleaning up or whatever. Most importantly, she was finally satisfied now, her inner lust properly satiated after three mind-blowing orgasms.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the clock that hung above the mantle chimed, twelve times and she poked his cheek slightly.

“Hnn? Whassit...”

“It’s midnight. So, that means...Merry Christmas, Adam.”

He opened one eye just a touch, the emerald twinkling with the fire’s reflection. “Heh, Merry Christmas Sio...hope you enjoyed your present...’cause I don’t know if I have anything else left to give...”

Sio blushed and laughed nervously. “A-Ah, no no no, I...I loved it. Thank you, Adam...good night.” She kissed his cheek gently, before tucking herself into his arms.

“‘Night, squirt. A Merry Christmas...indeed.”

#documentation #!nsfw #my sweetest one #//way too late for xmas but oh well #//a very smutty present for my readers

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Bookshelf Briefs 10/3/19

Akashic Records of Bastard Magica Instructor, Vol. 7 | By Hitsuji Tarou, Tsunemi Aosa and Kurone Mishima | Seven Seas – Despite the wedding picture on the cover, don’t get too excited. The plot does revolve around an arranged marriage for Sisti, which Glenn interrupts at the last minute, but this an arc about Glenn’s past tragedy and his inability to save his previous partner. Naturally, the villain that killed her is back here, lording it all over Glenn, spreading killer drugs around and generally being a standard Japanese light novel villain, who never can be just a little bit evil. On the bright side, the class is still in Glenn’s corner, and that also means Sisti, who’s ready to get over her own fears and defend Glenn from certain death. This remains “pretty good.” – Sean Gaffney

The Ancient Magus’ Bride, Vol. 11 | By Kore Yamazaki | Seven Seas – As predicted, the second volume of Chise Potter helps to flesh out the student cast a bit, including Chise’s roommate, Lucy, and we learn various secrets. Honestly, this is starting to feel a bit like Fruits Basket as well with everyone’s past trauma. The start of the book was a bit stronger, with a threat to Simon ending up showing us his extremely tragic past, filled with death and cookies. And we get a bit more insight into Elias’ character, or rather the fact that his character is cribbed from one of his teachers, who Chise meets in this book. And then there’s Stella, who makes what I suspect will be an unwise pact, though honestly she still has a few more to go to pass Chise. This remains excellent. – Sean Gaffney

As Miss Beelzebub Likes, Vol. 7 | By Matoba | Yen Press -As long as you’re introducing a major new character in the previous volume, you may as well have another one here. Thus we get Mammon, a money-grubbing dojikko who fits in rather well with this dojikko-filled cast. Elsewhere, Mullin and Beelzebub continue to want to be closer to each other, and they continue to not be. Same with, well, everyone, really. This is the classic series filled with romantic pairings that never get anywhere—even the succubus wannabe can’t find it in herself to seduce poor Mullin. If you enjoy cute fluff, it’s more of the same, and picks up where the anime left off. If you like closure, on the other hand, look elsewhere. – Sean Gaffney

Cats of the Louvre | By Taiyo Matsumoto | VIZ Media – If you’re looking for a cute kitty book, this is not it. There are scenes of cat injury and cat death, the latter accompanied by grisly sound effects. If you can get past this, Cats of the Louvre is a rewarding read. It’s a largely melancholy tale of a dissatisfied tour guide who learns that an aging security guard’s sister disappeared into a painting 50 years ago and tries to help him contact her. This plan involves Snowbébé, a seven-year-old perma-kitten—part of a cat colony that has lived at the Louvre for generations—who can also travel into paintings. The art is truly gorgeous, with many pages that make one stop and marvel. My favorite is an all-black panel wherein tiny, white Snowbébé watches his spider friend munch on a meal, but many images will stick with me, for good and for ill, especially Matsumoto’s depiction of the cats. – Michelle Smith

Classmates, Vol. 2: Sotsu Gyo Sei: Winter | By Asumiko Nakamura | Seven Seas -This sequel to the one-volume original pretty much picks up where it left off: they still haven’t graduated but are thinking about it, and their relationship is still somewhat hidden but does involve quite a lot of making out, as well as dealing with their teacher, who remains the one part of this series I don’t like. Hikaru’s having trouble thinking about his future, and Rihito’s family is causing him quite a few issues, especially when his mother is diagnosed with cancer. How do you reach out to someone for comfort when you’re seriously bad at that sort of thing? That’s what this series lives to answer, and it’s emotionally dramatic but also quite compelling. Also several shows of ludicrous hands, arms and torsos, for BL fans who follow that. – Sean Gaffney

The Girl from the Other Side: Siuil, a Run, Vol. 7 | By Nagabe| Seven Seas – Last review I started with the good news that Shiva didn’t seem to be infected by touching Teacher. Welp. I joked on Twitter that by the tenth volume of this series it would just be 180 pages of black scratches and nothing else, and nothing so far leads me to change that hypothesis. There are actually a few action scenes here, though the mood still seems to keep that dreamlike, silent atmosphere the series specializes in. Everyone is angry or sad in this. It’s a really well-written series, and you long to see what will happen next, but it is a bit difficult to tune in next time to get punched in the face again. That said, it is an extremely beautiful and dignified facial beating. – Sean Gaffney

Go with the Clouds, North-by-Northwest, Vol. 2 | By Aki Irie| Vertical Comics – Having given us an odd combination of supernatural murder mystery and travelogue last time, the second volume comes down firmly on the “travelogue” side, as the plot barely advances till the very end. Kei’s friend Kiyoshi has arrived for a visit, and Kei is here to show him the wonder that is Iceland. Aki Irie’s last series lost me by combining gorgeous art with a sketchy premise, but this one doesn’t have that issue, and revels in its beautiful scenery and gorgeous women—mainly Lilja, whom Kiyoshi spots at a bookstore and gets a completely different impression of than Kei managed to get. If you love Iceland, this series is for you. If not, at least it’s super pretty, though it seems to have put aside its plot. – Sean Gaffney

Haganai: I Don’t Have Many Friends, Vol. 17 | By Yomi Hirasaka and Itachi | Seven Seas – We’re finally getting the details of Yozora’s past, and they’re not hideously tragic or anything, just emotionally devastating for a child. Kodaka’s solution involves playing a game together with both the club and the student council, involving choosing which player is a killer and which is a normal villager. It’s the bulk of the book, and is a lot of fun, allowing the characters who enjoy being nasty to let it all out. Meanwhile, Sena actually comes to some self-realization about herself, and Kodaka’s solution, although cribbed from Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki, actually seems to work far better than expected. This leads Kodaka to make his own change, which… is a cliffhanger that’s both shocking and hilarious. Great volume. – Sean Gaffney

Haikyu!!, Vol. 34 | By Haruichi Furudate | Viz Media – Ugh. Another volume that’s all volleyball game. It’s a good volume, but as always I find it hard to pick out things to review. I did really like showing off the bond between Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, and seeing that this isn’t going to be the usual shonen “our heroes start in a big hole and are always behind”—they’re really evenly matched. Kozume is also leveling up here, and we get a nice look at his mindset—he doesn’t care about the meaning of the game, or the rivalry, or that this could be the end of the season. He wants to stop Karasuno. Now. And by the end of the book he’s off to a good start, as Karasuno does indeed lose the first set. Will they pull it off? Probably, but my guess is not next volume. – Sean Gaffney

If I Could Reach You, Vol. 1 | By tMnR | Kodansha Comics – Reiichi and Kaoru are former childhood friends who fell in love and got married. Reiichi’s little sister, Uta, always adored Kaoru and only realized her feelings were romantic love the day she saw Kaoru marry her brother. Now, Uta is living with the newlyweds—some family turmoil is hinted at but not yet explained—and struggling to give up on her feelings for her sister-in-law. She knows it’s “a one-sided love… a too-late love,” but can’t help feeling occasional flashes of hope, which at the same time she knows are going to cause her pain later. This series reminded me a bit of Daytime Shooting Star, in that I don’t know if I’m supposed to root for Uta’s unrequited love for an out-of-reach adult to be reciprocated. I hope not, but we shall see! – Michelle Smith

Laid-Back Camp, Vol. 7 | By Afro | Yen Press – Again, the author enjoys playing with Nadeshiko’s reputation as an airhead. Her solo camping jaunt goes fine, though it reminds her she enjoys group camping more. That said, both her sister and Rin worry that she’s going to somehow accidentally kill herself, so both sneak along separately to try to verify that she’s doing everything right. It’s pretty cute. That said, we might have to wait a bit for the next big camping trip, as a) exams are coming up (to some of the cast’s dismay) and they’re also somewhat broke after so many trips. This remains a series that runs on mood, and that mood is cute and relaxed. This volume is particularly good at it. Also, there’s some nice foodie stuff here as well, for those who enjoy that. – Sean Gaffney

Love at Fourteen, Vol. 9 | By Fuka Mizutani | Yen Press – When focused on its main couple, Love at Fourteen can’t go wrong. Said couple has a lot of troubles this volume, as a) Kanata sprains an ankle by not watching out for some ice, and b) Kazuki’s father is moving, and no, Kazuki can’t stay there just because he’s in love with Kanata. This actually causes a communication issue for most of the volume, and I wonder how it will resolve itself. Meanwhile, when Hinohara is trying to get her boy to sing like he wants to win, I smile. When it shows off the teacher-student romance still going strong, I don’t. Not all that find of Shota and his depressed office worker romance either. Basically, this is still a great manga, but only for the leads. – Sean Gaffney

Lovesick Ellie, Vol. 9 | By Fujimomo | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – Lovesick Ellie has evolved since the last time I wrote about it. Akira and Ellie are now dating openly and talking about having sex soon. Ellie’s enthusiastic consent continues to be refreshing, even though she doesn’t know a lot about the act to which she’s consenting. She gets the wrong idea from some classmates and avoids Akira for a bit as a result, but as usual, they end up being honest with each other before too long. While the “Akira is entered into a contest for hot guys” plotline that follows could be really lame in other hands, here it’s largely about how Akira is just an awkward kid at heart who gets burdened by the expectations of others. I like both these characters very much and look forward to seeing how their relationship develops from here. – Michelle Smith

Smile Down the Runway, Vol. 2 | By Kotoba Inoya | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – Chiyuki Fujito desperately wants to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week. Fortunately for her, her dad runs a modeling agency. Unfortunately, she stopped growing when she was ten and is only about 5’2″. Meanwhile, Ikuto Tsumura tells himself he’s content merely making clothes for his family, but through his association with Chiyuki, he has the opportunity to work for a temperamental designer who is about to stage an incredibly important debut show. In fact, when Chiyuki substitutes for an absent model and Ikuto hastily alters her (hideous) dress, they kind of save the day. I enjoy how these two encourage each other while simultaneously not wanting to lose to the other. The subject of bare bosoms backstage was also handled way better than anticipated. I reckon I’ll keep up with this one. – Michelle Smith

Sword Art Online: Girls’ Ops, Vol. 6 | By Neko Nekobyou and Reki Kawahara | Yen Press – When you’re in a non-lethal game, it can be a lot easier to have a new ally turn out to betray you. Or double or triple betray you. Our girls may have stumbled upon such an ally here, who can tell a decent sob story but seems to be on the side of the villains… or is she? Meanwhile, the past data of SAO continues to seemingly be influencing ALO, including not only Kirito but also Lux’s deceased friend. Liz and Silica also get some good character scenes in this volume. (Sorry, Leafa. You’re basically comic relief here.) It’s not as compelling as its first arc was, and reads a bit like it’s continuing just because SAO is really popular. But I like reading about these girls, so I’ll continue on. – Sean Gaffney

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