#where i can take care of myself and it not feel sinfully wrong

[tamagotchikgs]

tw numbers

but man i cant stop thinking about how back when covid first came around i was coasting on 400-600cals every single day for . months. actually i think longer than the year. i was at my "best" and then when i got my vaccine i was like ok well apparently it's good to eat more to make sure it works properly w ur body and so i moved up to 1000 for a week or so before and after but then . i never made it back down. it just kept growing until i was binging sometimes upwards of 3000-4000 every other day and i would be in agony from it & i just , was it worth it. who could i have been by now if i had just stuck with that instead

[seiyasabi]

A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution 

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you. 

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment. 

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part… 

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!” 

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.” 

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements. 

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him. 

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate. 

-

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college. 

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult. 

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day! 

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him. 

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot. 

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.” 

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside. 

-

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big! 

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel. 

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere! 

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel. 

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction. 

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.” 

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you. 

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam. 

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!” 

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it. 

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit. 

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets. 

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible. 

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream. 

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, 

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately. 

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!” 

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you. 

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

[getitinbusan]

Namjoon:

The Grammy Sessions

18+ smut part of The Studio Sessions

It's not a Grammy award but I hope it's a little distraction for you all until the performance. Written for @jungkookbabyyyy and @etherealxjiminx thanks for the love 💜 I hope you like it.

"You all look so handsome."

Gushing over the five men in front of you was easily one of your favorite  pastimes.

"You need to be out of here in 5 minutes, where's Jin and Joon?" 

"I'm here," Jin walked in tucking his arm around your waist. "But there's a little issue with Namjoon," he whispered not so softly in your ear. Everyone looked at each other nervously. 

"What the hell does that mean?" Yoongi vocalized what everyone was thinking. 

"It means he's a little freaked out. I've never seen him like this." Jin was usually Namjoon's support and if he was saying it, it wasn't good. 

Jimin pulled out his phone, "Should we call Sejin Hyung?" 

All eyes turned to you, waiting. "Why do you think I know the answer?"

"You always know what to do Noona, you take better care of us than anyone." Jungkook flattered while looking worried. 

You looked to your boyfriend, "He's not wrong," Yoongi shrugged.

The wheels turned in your head as you tried to formulate a game plan. 

The doorbell rang, "The cars here, what are we going to do?" 

You looked them over analyzing  who would be your best accomplice. "Jimin put your phone away, i'm going to handle this."

You tried hard to sound confident. "You're going to stay with me. Everyone else go get in the car. If we're late, you're going to have to do press alone." 

The looks of terror that befell them made you sigh. "Seriously? You all speak perfectly fine English. Stop being such cowards and use it." You kissed their cheeks one by one as they filed out. Jungkook was last.

"You've got this baby, I promise. Your English is so good now, you can do it."

"Do whatever it takes Noona, just get him there." 

"So why am I here? What exactly is my role in all this?"

You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm gonna need you to drive." 

"That's it? I could be drinking free champagne at the virtual pre show but instead I have to be the chauffeur?" 

"I'm sorry but Guk or Jin would be messy, we've gotten too close and they'd be hurt having to watch."

"Watch what?" 

"Me fucking Joon in front of them.  God Jimin, keep up we don't have much time." 

He stood puzzled. 

"Taehyungs a pervert and he'd get too turned on and try to make it about himself. There's no way Joon would fuck me in front of Yoongi and Hobi is just a shit driver." 

He didn't even bat an eye. "So your plan is to bribe him with sex?" 

"Can you think of a better option because I didn't see you suggesting  anything."

He grabbed the keys from their hook and shrugged, "I guess I'll be waiting in the car." 

"Joon?" You knocked lightly on his door, turning the handle before he could answer. 

He was in his own world pacing the room as if he was lost in thought. 

"Hey sweetheart." You startled him. 

"You know you can't skip this right?" He sat down onto the edge of the bed with his head in his hands nodding. "Do you want to tell me what's going on?" 

Kneeling in front of him you pulled his hands away from his face. He looked tired. 

"What if we don't win?" 

"Joon what's really going on? You never worry about things like this."

"This is our ultimate goal, everyone knows. There's so much riding on this and it's all on my shoulders as the leader." 

He began pacing again. "If we lose I'm the one who has to tell everyone it's okay, i'm the one who has to calm the fans and I'm the one who has to console the members." 

"But what if you win and you're worrying about this for nothing?" 

"Thats it though, the one thing nobody's thinking about. If we win tonight we've reached our highest goal, where do we go from there?" 

"Namjoon," you couldn't help but smile in fondness, "you think too much." 

Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a squeeze. "Shut your head off and try to live in the moment for once." 

He kissed your forehead, "I wish you could come tonight." 

"Well your car already left so you've got me until we get there."

You picked up his jacket and flung it at him. "Now let's go before you miss anything."

He went to open the passenger door but you pushed it closed. "Don't worry Jimin's got this under control. You're going to ride in the back with me and relax." 

His hand was clammy and he kept squeezing yours like morse code.

"What are you doing?" His eyes were clamped tightly shut and his lips were moving but no sound was coming out. 

"I'm practicing my speech in case we win. I'm sorry I just can't make my brain stop." 

"So if you can't shut it off…" You let go of his hand and palmed him over his pants. "We'll just have to find a way to distract it." 

He looked at the front seat towards Jimin. 

"Don't worry about him. He's going to keep his eyes on the road and make sure we get there on time."

He was growing firmer with every stroke, straining against the fabric that held him in. "Doesn't that feel better already?" 

He smiled with a nod.

"I just want you to sit back and enjoy the ride."

Sliding to your knees in the back seat you carefully undid his zipper. Gently lifting his semi hard dick out of his underwear you leaned in for a suck.

"You have the nicest cock Joon." It twitched at your flattery. 

He wrapped his hand into your hair and pushed you closer to his swollen member. You could feel him relaxing under your touch.

"Suck it for me." 

Wrapping your lips around him you embraced his shaft with your suctioned movements. Wet lips worked him in and out of your throat while your other hand burrowed around his balls squeezing them gently. Small sighs escaped him, the sound of tension leaving his body.

"What are you thinking about?" You licked the head of his cock. 

"How good your mouth feels." 

"Umm," you hummed. "If you're still thinking I'm not doing good enough." 

You sat up and leaned against your side of the door spreading your legs wide open you fully exposed yourself. 

"You're really not wearing anything under there?" 

"I wasn't planning on leaving the house." You pulled the oversize sweater you were wearing as a dress over your head.

"I was just going to stretch out on the big couch and watch you perform." You dipped your finger into yourself and his jaw dropped.

"I figured I'd be so turned on and none of you would be there to satisfy me so I'd have to take care of myself." You grinned sinfully, "Undergarments just get in the way." 

Catching Jimin watching in the rearview, you circled your clit, teasing the little bud for your audience. He shifted in his seat while adjusting his hard on, "Eyes on the road please driver." 

Namjoon reached forward, wanting to explore you like your own fingers were. "Go ahead, put in."

His index finger slid in beside yours and he slowly pumped it in and out matching your movements. "You're  so fucking sexy." 

"I want you to fuck me Joon, my pussy wants more." 

He pulled his finger out and you grabbed his hand, holding it still.

"We should tip the chauffeur, give him a little sample don't you think?" 

Namjoon was hesitant, unsure, until a soft, "please, let me taste her," came from the front seat. 

Namjoon reached around the headrest and he held his finger out. Jimin's plush lips latched on greedily sucking it clean, running his tongue around the tip for good measure. "You taste so fucking good Noona." 

Eyes totally glassed over, Namjoon was desperate for satisfaction. 

"What are you thinking about now?" You bit your lip. 

"Pounding that pussy into the car seat until you can't walk anymore." 

"Yes please." You used your legs to pull him in closer, "get over here and fuck me."

He slid into your wetness with ease, your excited pussy drenched in anticipation for his meaty cock. His body had you pressed into the leather seat while Jimin sat staring at his ass pumping furiously into you.

Catching his eye and holding contact you smiled and moaned louder. You wanted him to have to sit there, horny, counting down the minutes until he could find a release. Knowing he'd be thinking of ways to punish you for putting him through this the entire show made you even wetter.

Wrapping Namjoon tightly in your thighs you whispered, "Cum in me Joonie please, I want you dripping out of me all night." 

Ramming himself into you with a newfound energy the car shook as he shot his load deep inside you and collapsed. 

"Namjoon baby, what are you thinking about?" 

He started laughing from where he was tucked into your neck, the vibrations tickling, making you squirm under him. 

"Absolutely fucking nothing." 

With Namjoon safely delivered you turned your attention to Jimin. 

"Why aren't you getting out of the car? You're already so late."

He looked at you in the rearview mirror,  "Don't smile at me and pretend that wasn't intentional. I need a minute,  I can't exactly walk in there with a boner."

You couldn't stop laughing. "My poor Mochi. I'll tell you what, I'll make it up to you when you get home."

He pushed the door open to get out but came and leaned into your unrolled window.

"Win or lose you'll be getting something later."

Walking away he grabbed his dick and winked at you.

"You'd better be waiting up for your prize." 

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501 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 19:20:26 GMT

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Beggars Don't Get To Be Choosers

Sinfully Sweet Kinktober 2021

~ You are feeling neglected and antagonize Bucky while he and Steve are dealing with business. (Warnings- angry Bucky and Steve, degrading kink, hair pulling kink, mention of drug use.) 1.7k

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Bucky, you and Steve are never home.

The offending message lit up Bucky's screen once more while Steve sat nearby talking with an associate about an incoming shipment. Steve side eyed Bucky as he scowled at the screen, able to give a guess as to what had his partner all out of sorts. Bucky was quick to tap out.

Doll, you are pushing our buttons.

There were three dots popping up signaling you were answering him back, but instead of a message, a picture came through of your fingers slicking over glistening pink flesh, your clit swollen with arousal. Then the message came through.

Actually, I'm pushing my own since no one else is.

Steve’s head dipped to the line of powder he had just cut and lined on the table, inhaling deeply while Bucky's hand tightened around his phone. The screen cracking rather loudly. Their associate paused from what he was saying, Steve glanced over to see the offending picture and his features darkened.

“How about you go take care of the issue Bucky while I finish up here.” Steve suggested and Bucky shot back the rest of his liquor while sliding out of the booth at their club.

Bucky didn't offer an apology to their associate, just stalked towards the door, passing the club's manager, Bucky paused for a moment. “Y/N will not be in tonight, have another girl fill in her spot.”

Scott gave a nod, already pulling up a chart to make that call. He didn't even question it. Never ever question the bosses was one of the first rules here.

With that Bucky headed for home, headed to you. You who were feeling neglected. He planned on changing that tone rather quickly.

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626 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 01:19:01 GMT

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Fanfics are trash, sorry but they are,they are for people who have no life and it is really sad. Pathetic is more the word.

Its really sad having a vivid imagination and being able to create worlds with mere words. How pathetic that I can look at a blank page and see something beyond that blinking cursor.

But you wanna know what is honestly pathetic and sad? That you cant see why someone would enjoy it. How you cant see where it might be beneficial.

So please tell me how I should live my life? Since I'm doing it so wrong obviously and the way you are doing it is the right way. Let me be more like you please- going on anon and bothering people I don't even know to tell them how pathetic they are... Kinda sounds like you are the pathetic one. Get a fucking hobby please.

876 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 13:20:59 GMT

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Remember- 

Not all excellent writers are popular. That’s just facts. There are some AMAZING epic stories out there that barely have any notes, reblogs, or comments. 

Do not put your stories worth on how high the note count is. Its just going to hurt you. 

2007 notes • Posted 2021-04-21 14:50:57 GMT

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[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   4

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: It's a tense first night...

A/N: Oh boy, another chapter! It took a lot of restraint to keep myself from just publishing everything I've written so far, but, even though I really would love some feedback, I want to keep the release schedule at least a little consistent! Lol.

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Cute when you're nervous.

(Y/n) stood in Sans' room, holding a pair of black basketball shorts and a black tank top. She was pretty sure that he only had oversized basketball shorts to wear after seeing into his drawer, but at least he'd been able to find a pair from when he was smaller, probably younger. 

"here ya go, sweetheart," he told her with a grin as he set a pair of yellow socks on top of the pile. "knew i had a clean pair 'round here somewhere." He looked away, his cheeks glowing red, just a bit. "i'da, i'd getcha some understuff, too, but, uh… i feel like we don't 'xactly wear th' same kind." 

(Y/n) bit her lip to stop from smiling.  He really is super cute when he’s all flustered.  

She bumped him to make him look at her and rose a brow as if asking, you sure?

Sans chuckled. "i sure 's fuck don't wear-" he paused, his demeanor shifting. "i don't wear anything i'd imagine on you, dollface." 

Aaand the flirting was back. 

(Y/n) actually didn't mind it so much when it was harmless and not as in her face. He was actually a little funny in a dorky kind of way. 

"'k, imma- go brush my teeth or somethin' so ya can get dressed. 'sides, my bro wouldn't let me hear th' end a it if i didn't." 

(Y/n) changed, quickly making everything as well fit as possible so it didn't fall off or shift to show things she didn't want seen if she stood or moved, and climbed under the covers on the bed. 

Sans came back and immediately walked toward the bed as though nothing about the situation was strange. 

(Y/n)'s eyes widened with a bit of panic and she patted the bed frantically until he looked at her, and asked in the best gestures she had if he was sharing the bed with her. 

"it ain't been a problem s'far, doll," he told her. 

She shook her head nervously. 

"sweetheart, listen-” he started calmly, “i might be a lotta things, an' an asshole might be one a 'em," he grinned to her as he admitted it, "but willin' ta share ain't. an' i'm sleepin' in my bed," he told her as he climbed in, pulling the blankets up to his waist. "don't need ta be s'worried 'bout it doll. ya been here three days an' ain't nothin' happened ta ya yet." 

That was true… From what she could tell. 

"an' we both know that if i  had  planned on doin' anythin' to ya when ya were unconscious- wouldn't've been a fuckin' thing ya coulda done about it." 

(Y/n)'s eyes shot to him, but he seemed to just be mentioning it conversationally, as he looked relaxed, fluffing his pillow a little as he laid back on it. 

"'sides, paps an' i shared a bed when we were growin' up. ‘s only weird if ya make it weird."

She rolled over to lay on her side, residual panic sparking before leaving her system. 

He wasn't wrong. She couldn't have stopped anything from happening to her, even if it was as benign as a dog sniffing her. 

She wondered over their situation and just how out of the norm it probably was. 

She had passed out, that much she knew, and a  monster  had taken her, a  human , back to his place, taken care of her when she couldn't do anything for herself, and was keeping her safe. 

A monster keeping a human safe in the middle of monster territory? It was probably unheard of.

It definitely wasn't the best part of town she lived in, or was walking through when she fainted. Who knew what would have happened to her on the sidewalk if he'd just left her there? 

He was… actually being a pretty decent guy, despite the quirks in his behavior that made her a little wary of him. 

Sans laid on his back, head turned to face (Y/n)'s back, wanting to roll closer and hold her close like he had for the last two nights. 

Was it possible to become addicted to something after only two times? 

She felt so good in his arms; soft, calming, safe… but also like it gave him a purpose to take care of her. It was something he hadn't felt in a  long  time.

He saw her arm shift, her hand landing on the mattress between them, in the narrow space it was hard for him to keep. It shifted closer, feeling around like it was looking for something. 

Sans moved his hand closer so hers would run across it, even if that's not what she'd been looking for. 

She took his hand, wrapping her fingers around it and gave it a squeeze. Then another. Saying thanks it seemed like. 

Trepidation stirred in his chest and he hesitated, but then squeezed her hand back and told her, "no problem, sweetheart." 

It must have been the right response, because she took her hand back and shifted to get comfortable to sleep, Sans still watching her. 

Fuck. He was gonna have a bad time tonight. 

.

(Y/n) woke, not wanting to get up, like always. 

Mornings were of the devil… even if they were so pretty… actually that’s probably  why  they were so pretty. 

She tried to roll over and start waking up for work, but there was a force keeping her where she was. She opened her eyes and looked around, remembering that she wasn’t at home, and was, in fact, basically trapped in monster territory with a loud, scary guy and a stranger who was in the same bed as her, and probably had his arm wrapped around her. 

She shifted uncomfortably and felt him shift behind her. 

His arm was over her, around her lower stomach, his other under and around her ribs, face buried in her hair, hips cradling hers as his legs stretched down. And… oh yeah, he had an erection. 

Not that it was making her nervous, no… 

No, it was making her very alarmed, though. 

She never would have thought that he could be this strong- he was a  skeleton , he had no muscles! But there she was, trapped in his arms, unable to get away. 

That was scary enough in and of itself, but there was also the added thing of the erection pressing into her back. 

He was a stranger.

Holding her against him.

His dick heavy and showing what he’d like to do about now...

And she couldn’t escape. 

If she had her voice, her whimper would have been audible. She was glad it wasn’t. One thing she’d learned; don’t show weakness. Any weakness and a predator would attack. 

And Sans? 

He was most definitely a predator. 

“mmmmmm, sweetheart,” he mumbled in his deeper morning voice. His hips bumped against her ass and his hand stroked over her lower belly, just above her panty line. 

(Y/n) felt how stiffly her body had frozen, as though she were afraid to even breathe, but her brain was yelling at her as loudly as it could. 

You idiot! Don’t lay here and take it! Don’t let him think he can do whatever he wants to you! Push him off- smack him- punch him in the miraculously existing dick! Do NOT make up excuses like ‘he’s asleep, he probably doesn’t know what he’s doing’ the more excuses you make the easier you make it for him to take advantage of you!  

“mmmm, sweetheart… ya feel s'soft… smell s'good…” His hips bumped her again. 

Punch him in the dick!  Her brain screamed.

However, her body had its own ideas, and instantly flooded with desire as his hand slid up over her hip, giving it a squeeze. 

“you makin’ my shorts wet, sweetheart?” He asked suggestively, but softly. A sinfully tempting rumble in her ear. 

(Y/n) gave a squeak of a yelp at the proof that he was one hundred percent awake. 

The arm around her ribs tightened a little, pulling her tighter against him. “sorry, doll, i do tend ta get a lil touchy when 'm asleep." His hand ran down her thigh and back up to her hip. "an' y're really pleasant ta touch." He took one last deep breath from her hair and pulled away, climbing from the bed as she continued to lay there in near shock. 

Her tense muscled motionlessness lasted for a few minutes of uncertainty before she felt her muscles starting to relax.

They immediately tensed again when the door opened and Sans spoke, though. 

"doll, i hate ta leave ya here on yer own, but my bro isn't gonna let me skip my rounds t'day. he's, uh, actually a little pissed i been skippin' out th' last couple a days ta take care a ya." 

(Y/n) turned and sat up, looking at him. A garbled noise came out of her throat and she made a frustrated sound at it, then motioned to ask if she could use his phone. 

"sure, doll, lemme know if ya need help talkin'," he chuckled. 

(Y/n) bit her lip and looked up to him, wincing at how she thought she'd be able to communicate with her boss over the phone when she couldn't even get all of her thoughts across to the skeleton in the room with her with full body language and sight cues around. She nodded at him and he sat at the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him for her to sit there. 

With a silent resigned sigh she sat next to him and dialed the number, pressing the speaker button. 

After a few rings, her boss's voice came over the speaker giving the store introduction. 

Sans looked at her, only to see her gesturing for him to speak. 

"uhhh, you uh, you got a employee there named (y/n)?" He asked. 

Why did hearing him say my name make that shiver run through my belly?  She wondered, feeling a bit of worry for her mental state.

Stalkholm syndrome was a thing...

"I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to give out personal information about any of the employees working here," her boss answered. 

"oh,  weeell  ," attitude started building in his voice, "i  wuz  callin' ta let ya know why she ain't been there, but if ya don't even know if she works there-" 

"I'm sorry, you have information for me about her?" Her boss asked. 

"ya should be. an' yeah. she uh," he glanced at her again as though asking what he should say, but she just made encouraging gestures again. "she wasn't feelin' too good an' passed out in an alley. luckily, a good samaritan took 'er home ta recover." 

Her boss made an indistinct noise on the other end of the line in the pause between Sans' sentences. 

"uh, only problem now, is that she's kinda stuck… in monster territory." 

"She was kidnapped and taken to monster territory?!" Her boss asked in surprise. 

"wh- nah, she's not kidnapped- s-she was  unconscious-  " Sans told him near frantically, trying to defend himself, worried what (Y/n) would do if she thought he'd kidnapped her. Probably run, and  that  wouldn't help their situation  at all . "w-was tryna help 'er-" 

"Well, if she's in monster territory, she's as good as dead," her boss sighed regretfully. 

"nah, she's safe, she jus' can't get ta work-" 

"Thanks for letting me know," her boss said, cutting him off before the beep of the phone disconnecting sounded. 

Sans stared in disbelief at the phone in his hand for a moment before saying, “whatta fuckin’ moron. couldn’t even listen ta a whole sentence. he always like that?” He asked, looking up to her. 

(Y/n) shrugged and nodded morosely. 

“eeeeeeeeh,” Sans shrugged and stood. “if brains were explosive, some people wouldn’t have enough ta blow their noses!” He crowed and started laughing. He turned back to see (Y/n) silently laughing as well and felt a shot of warmth in his soul, and then a heat wash over his cheekbones. He looked away a little flustered and rubbed the back of his skull. “ah, so doll… i-imma go do my rounds so paps don’t bitch at me, i sh-should be back b-by dinner, um- help yerself t-ta anythin' in th’ fridge, while ‘m gone, though.” Stars, he hated how he stuttered when he got flustered...

(Y/n) grabbed the sleeve of his coat and tugged until he looked at her. She gestured to herself, him, the door and then back to herself followed by the bed. 

Can I come with you and you can take me home?

He was pretty sure that’s what she was asking. 

“sorry, doll, it’s still too dangerous. i’m gonna check around ta see how much attention is on ya, but i gotta go do rounds for that,” he told her. 

She sat with an unreadable expression for a moment, then nodded, seeming to accept his answer. As he was about to turn to go, she tugged on his sleeve again and gestured at him then lifted her hand taller at the side of him. 

“my brotha? he’s goin’ out, too, so ya don’t have ta worry ‘bout ‘im. but…” Sans seemed hesitant about something. He guided her to stand by her arms and rested his hands on her shoulders. “promise me ya won’t leave th’ house. ’s dangerous out there, a-an’ i already spent all this energy savin’ ya- i-it’d be a shame ta have it go ta waste-” His cheekbones were starting to get warm again, and he could see the tiny smile she was trying to hide by nibbling the inside of her lip. “promise me.” 

(Y/n) nodded, holding back the amused smile from his cute blush. 

“good…” He sounded a little relieved, but shifted it to something he felt more comfortable with. “howa ‘bout a g’bye kiss, then?” He asked suggestively with a grin as he leaned in a little closer. 

(Y/n) blanched, leaning back a fraction of an inch before putting her hands against his shoulders and pushing him back. He went easily, though the grin didn’t disappear, and she leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the jaw as a sort of reward for not pushing it. 

She was rewarded with the instant flushing of his cheeks. 

holy fuck, i didn’t think she’d actually do it,  he thought. His blush darkened and his face shifted a bit angrily in his flustered state and he saw her tongue poking out at him. 

He lifted a brow ridge and leaned in closer so that her nose almost brushed his nasal ridge, then opened his mouth and carefully took her tongue between his teeth, turning his head to tug it back and forth.  

The look of surprise that had appeared on her face was reward enough, but the flush that flowed over her oh so soft skin and the way her breath sped up just a little made him even more invested in teasing her. 

His hands went to her waist and drifted down to her hips, pulling her body within an inch of his before he let her tongue go and ducked his head to let his breath brush over her throat, feeling particularly accomplished when he noticed her nipples pressing stiffly against her shirt. “much fun as this is, sweetheart, 'm gonna have ta go, b’fore ya convince me ta jus’ stay here an’ play wit ya all day,” he told her. 

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heating more and she nodded, giving a small wave as he stepped back. 

“i’ll see ya fer dinner, sweetheart. stay inside,” he told her before going out through the door.

“fuck,” he muttered to himself when it’d closed. “my cock’s never gonna get a break from bein’ stiff… hang in there, buddy,” he encouraged as he looked down at it.

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~My Incubus Lover~

So I had a silly little idea and @tanookiroxx​ agreed to lend me her new OC for this story! I have no excuse for this besides releasing incredible amounts of sexual frustration~ Enjoy!

~Shandi

My name is Akai Rogers. And I’m an outcast. A freak. Or so everyone says. All because I’m fascinated by the occult. 

It’s nothing new to me. I’ve always been interested in witchcraft ever since I was a child. My parents never approved. They tried to hammer into my head that it was ‘against God’. Sorry..but I don't need some invisible man in the sky in my life. I only need my spirits. Needless to say I got away from them as soon as I was old enough. I don’t need my so-called family or friends. I need to be in a place where I can nurture my magical talents. So I start in the most obvious place: Salem, Massachusetts. 

As soon as I arrive I feel energized. The entire place is teeming with energy! I feel so alive! This is hands down the best decision I've ever made~ When I finally settle into my new apartment I go out to explore. There are so many museums and shops I don't know where to start first. Actually..I think I do~ I come across a gigantic occult shop as I explore Essex street. Oh yes..that's the place for me~ As soon as I enter I feel as if I've truly come home. "You're searching for something..I can feel it." A voice says to me. I turn to see a woman wrapped in a green shawl with long red hair, much darker than my own. "Greetings..and welcome to OMEN. I am called Chikara. Come..let us explore your newfound magical awakening together!" Sounds good to me~ "I-I'm Akai..thank you~" I follow her into a room filled with various magical items. Candles, spell books, crystals, talismans, altar statues, incense. It's all so amazing I can't help but be drawn in. "So..it seems the spirits have been with you since you were young." Chikara says as she observes me. I look up from a display of crystals. "O-oh..yes. As a child I'd always wondered if I had some magical abilities. The occult has always interested me. I came here to discover if I can be a true Witch." 

"Then you have come to the right place! Many Witches have started their journeys here. All that remains is discovering what path you are destined to take!" 

As my excitement grows an unusual looking leather bound book catches my eye. Such strange markings. I have to see what it is. "What's this?" I ask, picking up the book and showing it to Chikara. She raises an eyebrow. "How interesting. It's a book on Demonology. I have never seen that before. Perhaps it was waiting for you to come and find it." Was it? I look down at the cover again. It feels..warm to the touch now. And there's a star etched into the leather that seems to be..glowing. I don't waste another moment. "I want to buy this." 

"Take care with how you use that book." She warns. "If you truly wish to consort with demons you must be prepared for the consequences. Learn your craft first. Study the book thoroughly and completely. One wrong spell and you will be finished." I nod. "Y-yes I will. I promise! Can I come back? Study more with you?" She smiles. "Of course, Akai Rogers. My door is always open to you~" I return her smile and pay for the book, holding it tightly in my arms as I leave.

Wait.

I never told her my last name.

How did she know? 

~*~

I spend months studying everything in the book, going to Chikara at least once a week for guidance. She's a great mentor, and I can feel my powers growing stronger. Now that I have my own altar, doing regular rituals and I am more closely connected with my spirits, I feel as if I am ready for spell casting. Maybe even a summoning. And it'll soon be the perfect night for it. All Hallows Eve~ 

On October 30th I return to the shop to buy what I need. As expected the place is packed to the brim with tourists. There's no way I can talk to Chikara now. She's much too busy. Maybe I can give her a call later. I buy my summoning items and quickly leave. Tourists are so annoying..

I spend the rest of the night preparing my altar and the proper summoning circle. On All Hallow's Eve night, everything is ready. I close all the curtains, light the candles and incense and sit in the middle of the circle with the book in my lap. I study the words closely one more time before closing my eyes to chant the spell. I can feel the energy swirling around me. Is the spell working? I can't be sure..and I can't open my eyes to look, not if I want everything to go right. 

"I am here~" 

I hear someone whisper. It is working! I open my eyes, finding myself surrounded by a deep purple mist. 

"Not yet, my pretty one~" I hear the voice say. "I'm not finished seducing you~" I see a shadowy hand pass over my face and my entire world goes black.

~*~

When I wake up again I find that I’m definitely not in my bedroom anymore. I’m lying on a huge bed covered in purple satin, and the same thick purple mist is everywhere. Why is it so cold? I look down at my...bare...chest.. Holy Goddess I’m naked! As I grab one of the sheets to cover myself a man’s laughter echoes around me. I look around but I can’t see anything. “W-who’s there?!” 

“Don’t you know~? I’m the one you wanted~”

My spell..the demon.. He’s taken me.. 

My eyes widen as I see him emerge from the mist. He’s...absolutely gorgeous~ A beautifully sculpted body. Dark purple skin..with the exception of his face, which is white with a black star over his right eye..and sinfully red lips. Long, elegantly curled horns protrude from his curly black hair. His thin, pointed tail sways along with his hips as he approaches me, and I see what he’s dressed in leaves very little to the imagination. My cheeks immediately heat up. There’s a really pleasant sensation growing between my legs too. Oh Goddess..he’s an Incubus!

“Do I please you~?” he asks, his voice deep and sultry. His glowing purple eyes look directly into mine as he waits for an answer. I have to catch my breath. My body feels so hot all of a sudden. My heart is racing. I can feel myself growing wet with arousal and I bite my lip. “Yes..yes you’re..perfect..” I finally manage to say. My mind can barely form words. I’m hypnotized by his eyes. “I am, aren’t I~?” he says, crawling onto the bed towards me. “Just the way you wanted me~” I’m no longer concerned with keeping my body covered. I let the sheet fall away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze. He licks his lips with his forked tongue. “An offering for me~? How generous you are~” He pulls the sheet off completely and drops it to the floor. As if compelled I lean back and open my legs. He smiles, revealing his fangs. “Mmmm...how I have missed the intoxicating scent of a woman~ Will you let me...taste your sweet nectar, my pretty one~?” 

“Goddess, yes please..!” I moan and spread myself open for him. He purrs, stroking my thighs before grabbing them and burying his face between my legs. His tongue drives me crazy, circling my entrance again and again..so slow..so torturous..setting my nerves on fire!! Ohhhh..his tongue is inside me now..it feels incredible!! I feel his claws drag along my skin as his hands travel up my sides. He caresses my breasts. Traps my nipples tightly between his fingers. Strokes my throbbing clit with his tail. His tongue thrusts into me, building my pleasure to a fever pitch. My eyes roll back. I grab his horns. My head is spinning! Fuck...fuck he’s so good!! Goddess, I can’t take this!! “Ohhhhh FUCK!!!” I cry out. My climax is so strong it makes me arch off the bed, and he drinks in all in with the eagerness of a child. “Ahhh so delicious~ It has been centuries since I have tasted such purity~” I hear him say. “Are you a virgin, pretty one~?” 

It’s true. I am. I had never found anyone I was even remotely interested in having an intimate relationship with, not that I ever tried. I was too consumed with my spellcraft. I look at him and nod. He looks absolutely delighted. “Will you sacrifice your innocence to me~? Do you accept the pleasure I offer you~?” After what I just experienced how can I possibly say no? I’d be insane! “Please..please take my body. I want you..need you!”

“Of course you do~ No woman has ever refused the StarChild~” 

StarChild. What a beautiful name~

~*~

He strips off his miniscule clothing and lies on his back. Goddess..his cock is as perfect as he is. My mouth is watering. He smirks as he watches me. "Have a taste of me, pretty one..you'll love it~" I lick the pearly fluid oozing from the tip. I moan and shudder as pleasure courses through my veins. That felt wonderful~ I must have more~ He gently strokes my hair as I take him into my mouth. I have no idea what I'm doing..but I can't stop. He tastes like pure ecstasy~ When I hear him moan it makes me bolder. I start bobbing my head, taking in as much as I can handle. "Mmmm yes..you look sexy like that, pretty one~ You're doing so well~" Goddess, I love his praise~ I'm getting wet again. I'm taking in more..bobbing my head faster. Is he getting thicker? I feel his tail snake itself between my legs. Oh yes..yes..he's stroking me again! I moan and buck my hips for more friction. His heavy panting fills my ears. His cock throbs in my mouth. He's close now..so very close..and so am I! "Ahh..ahh..let's cum..let's cum together..pretty one..!!" Yeeees together!! He groans and thrusts into my mouth as he cums. Mmmm..I can feel it going down my throat!! My eyes roll back again as I climax along with him. "Swallow every drop like a good girl~" he purrs. His tail continues stroking me between my folds, making obscene slick noises. He's preparing me for more. Fuck yes I want more! He laughs, pulling me up to lie next to him. His tail never stops, making me moan and rut against him. "How insatiable you are, pretty one..with your hair like fire..your skin like the softest petals of roses..your nectar as sweet as honey..I could become addicted to you~" 

"And I you~" I stroke his handsome face. Brush my lips against his. Run my fingers through the thick hair covering his chest. Never have I laid eyes upon a more perfect being~ "Then let us seal our pact of desire..with a kiss~" I don't even hesitate. In an instant our mouths are sealed together. A passionate kiss laden with the promise of future pleasures. We taste each other as our tongues dance together. It's most definitely addicting~ Looking into his glowing eyes, I feel it. The bond has been formed. "I'm ready, my StarChild..to give myself to you completely~"

~*~

He lies on his back again and pulls me onto him, my thighs straddling his hips. "I want to watch your face as you fuck yourself on my cock, pretty one~ It will be an experience you will never forget..I promise you~" I believe him~ Because of his tail I'm dripping wet. I've been wanting him inside me since I first laid eyes on him. But I've also never done this before. What if I do it wrong? What if I ruin everything? He reaches out and presses his thumb against my lips. I don't know what compels me but I take it into my mouth. "Relax, pretty one..I will guide you~ You have nothing to fear~" Yes. I should just let him take control. It's what I want anyway..and he knows it~ He takes me by the hips and helps me lift myself up. I take hold of his cock and guide it to my entrance, taking a deep breath as he lowers me. I gasp loudly. Ohhh Goddess..his cock is inside me..deeper...deeper! I feel something inside me give way. There's pain but only for a few moments. Then it completely melts into pleasure. Just like that, my innocence is gone. I belong to the StarChild now~ 

Bracing myself against his chest I move slowly. Up. Down. Up. Down. His eyes are transfixed on my face. Wanton moans escape from my lips, growing in volume as I move faster. He feels good..so fucking good..!! Without even realizing it I'm going even faster, thrusting myself down upon him in desperate need to have him deeper inside me. He grins, digging his claws into my hips as he thrusts his own to meet my frantic movements. "Ohhhhh oh yes!! Fuck yes!! Please don't stop...don't stoooop!!" 

"Oh, I don't intend to, pretty one..ahhh..not until..you are filled with my seed~!!" 

"Yes..yes!! Cum inside me..fill me up and make me yours!!" 

"Your wish...is my command~!!" 

With one last glorious thrust I feel his orgasm explode inside of me. Goddess..it's so hot..my own climax makes my entire body tremble as I throw my head back and cry out his name. 

"OHHH STARCHILD~!!! YEEEES~!!!"

I'm weak now. I have nothing left. I collapse onto his chest and attempt to catch my breath. I hear him laugh. He embraces me and wraps his tail around my thigh. "Now Akai Rogers, my pretty one..you are mine, body and soul~ I will be your only lover..and you will bear my children." He reaches down and strokes my belly. "Oh yes..you will make fine, strong heirs for me..won't you~?"

I nod as I drift off to sleep. 

Whatever the StarChild wants..he will have. I will make certain of it. 

~END~

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Twenty

Table of Contents or Part Nineteen

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATIONS, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

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I only believe there is one God. However, if there were to be multiple Gods, Nikki Sixx would definitely be one of them.

We barely make it out the door of the club to the last car waiting to pick us up and take us back to the hotel where Vince, Tommy and Mick are headed.

Forceful hands are tugging at my short dress as I open the door of the car, falling in to the back seat with a squeal as Nikki falls on top of me, looking back to hook the top of his boot in the handle of the door and shut it.

His lips are back to mine in a second, lighting my entire body on fire down to my toes.

I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back and he shifts and sits down, taking deep breaths as his arms encircle my waist and I straddle him—moaning at the feeling of him between my legs as he trails sloppy kisses down my neck.

His hand slides between us and up my dress, rough fingers igniting sparks through my skin as he feels that I don’t have a shred of clothing on underneath.

He pulls away from kissing me, looking a little surprised.

“What?” I ask, giving him a few small kisses as he thinks of what to say.

He doesn’t say anything, grabbing jaw with his free hand as he starts rubbing at my clit with the other, causing my eyes fo flutter closed.

Our tongues collide, his hand moving to snag the zipper down the back of my dress, and I push the straps of fabric from my shoulders to help him get it off of me.

He takes his hand from between my legs and pushes the skirt of my skin tight dress up my abdomen, causing me to hold my arms up so he can pull it off of me.

I don’t know where the hell the dress goes after he discards it, and I don’t really care at the moment.

His large hands encase my waist by my ribs, pulling me up so his tongue and teeth can leave hickeys all over my breasts.

I’m wet enough to fill a rag up and then some, possibly ruining his leather pants underneath me by grinding in to him to get some relief.

He has mercy on me, his hand returning to tease my sensitive flesh as he bites at one of my nipples.

“Nikki, please, please.” I quietly beg, and he grins, the tips of his fingers barely making it inside of me before he goes back to my clit and I move against his hand, starting to get frustrated.

He finds my flustered state amusing, taking a pause from my breasts.

It’s almost as if his hazel eyes are studying the way my hips are moving desperately to aid some relief to my throbbing core.

I grab his wrist, pulling his soaked fingers from between my legs before wrapping my burgundy colored lips around his pointer finger, making direct eye contact with him as I slowly move my mouth down and back up his finger like I would his prick, my hands starting to untie the laces of his pants.

“Oh, fuck.” He curses, smirking when my hand gets his pants undone and wraps around the base of him, jerking him off a couple of times before teasingly rubbing the tip of him from my clit, to my entrance, and back again.

As much as it’s torturing me to not just sink down on him and go at it, it’s torturing him more.

I don’t think he realized how potent a taste of his own medicine would be.

The car stops in front of the hotel before Nikki can coax me on to him, and I find a sadistic little kick in the frustrated noise he makes when I get off of him and put his dick back in his pants once the driver announces we’re here.

Nikki shrugs out of his leather jacket and hands it to me to slip on because...well...I’m naked as a jaybird.

The driver, who’s name I see on his name tag as “Lyle”, opens the door and Nikki gets out, grasping at my hand to help me out.

There’s teenaged kids crowding the entrance and lined down the building and the parking lot, holding their Mötley Crüe paraphernalia to be signed.

I hold Nikki’s jacket together with my hand, the bottom of it only an inch below my ass, and reach my other hand in to the jacket pocket to grab some cash Nikki’s got.

I hand it to Lyle.

“Thank you for effortlessly pretending we weren’t fooling around in the back.” I tell him, handing him his tip.

He nods at me once and takes the money while Nikki and I acknowledge the screaming kids until the flashing of press cameras nearly blind us. Our hands interlock and our heads stay down, ignoring obnoxious shouting from paparazzis to pay them attention so they can get a good check.

Just before we get to the door, my birthday present from Tansy—a custom pair of six inch heels I only wear on special occasions—slides off of my right foot.

Before me or Nikki can get to it, a boy that can’t be older than fifteen is nearly launching himself at my feet and grabbing it.

Instead of running off with it like a majority of these kids would do, he just looks up at me with big brown eyes.

He’s a dork. They all have that look of utter confusion and fear when a girl acknowledges them (I would know because Tommy was a little dorky in high school), not to mention the braces and thick coke bottle glasses.

He hands me my shoe back, and I just stand there for a second, really looking at this guy for some reason.

“‘Sup, man.” Nikki says to him to avoid being rude, pausing his attempt to get me upstairs as quickly as possible, noticing I’m seemingly interested in this boy.

I stop being weird, shaking my head a little to get myself back to reality.

“Do you have a pen?” I ask him randomly, taking my shoe from him.

“Uh, I—um, y-yeah, here.” He fumbles to pluck a pen from his pocket and I grab it, sensing Nikki and security’s impatience, but I brush it off.

I take the bottom of the bright red heel and write our room number “726” down on to it.

“You can call us up or just come up whenever the crowd dies down some and we’ll get you some VIP tickets. We’ll be up all night. Alright?” I hand my shoe and the pen back to him and he seems absolutely start struck.

“I-I-well, y-you don’t have to do that.” He attempts confidence and I roll my eyes.

“Shut up and accept the gift.” I order him and he nods, swallowing thickly. “Thanks again.” I motion to the shoe that I’m giving off to him as a souvenir, knowing Tansy won’t care.

Just as Nikki’s tugging at me because security is tugging at him, I give a last second kiss to the boy’s cheek, leaving what’s left of my smudged red lipstick on his skin.

I just take the other heel off and scurry inside, Nikki and I darting for the elevator.

The second the doors are closed he’s got me pinned to the wall with his face between my legs.

A moan laced with laughter due to his fluffy hair tickling the inside of my thighs fills the air around us as he puts one of my legs over his shoulder.

As usual, his tongue, teeth and lips work me in to a frenzy, my head leaning back as I move against his sinfully intoxicating rhythm.

His hands that hold my hips in place move upward, twisting and pulling at my nipples, practically setting off the Niagara Falls that every women tends to have when she’s putty in someone’s hands.

“Fuck.” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut when two of his fingers slide into me.

I immediately clench around this, hungry for whatever I can get at this point.

He chuckles at me when I shrug his jacket off, too hot to be wearing anything at the moment.

I have one hand in his hair, the other clawing down his arm that’s connected to the hand he he’s got teasing at my breast.

Just as I’m getting closer and closer to cumming, the doors of the elevator open at our floor.

Nikki makes a show out of getting away from me, wiping his mouth and grinning.

I pick up his jacket and put it back on, grabbing my single shoe I dropped earlier, and scowl at him.

“You gotta little...something.” He motions to the clear liquid dripping down my legs, taking his sweet precious time to unlock our door.

“You do, too.” I look down at the obvious tent in his pants and he pretends that the key doesn’t work.

“Ya know what? I think they gave me the wrong key when we checked in yesterday. I gotta go get another one.” He tells me and I snatch it from him.

“You do that. I can have myself taken care of by the time you get back.” I hiss, putting the key in the hole.

“Oh, really?” He asks me, sharply, and I rub my lips together to hold back a smile.

He walked in to my trap, and now he feels the need to prove to me that I—or anyone else for that matter—can never fuck me quite like he can.

Once I get the door open he’s pushing me inside and slamming it behind him, smiling at me mischievously.

I do the same, taking several steps back, his jacket sliding off and being tossed across the room as he does the same to his shirt.

The backs of my legs hit the mattress and I grab at the top of his pants, turning us and pushing him down to fall back on the bed.

I’m tugging his pants off in a few seconds, capturing his lips with mine.

My lips trail down his chest to his stomach and he’s completely wrapped around my finger by the time my lips are completely wrapped around him.

His fingers curl in my red hair as my tongue zig-zags a tracing to the underside of his prick while my hands hold his shaking legs still.

“Jesus, fuck, Viv.” He sighs out, taking deep breaths at my agonizingly slow pace.

I moan around him, my mouth reaching the base of him while he’s in my throat.

He’s nearly crawling up the bed, a wide, satisfied smile at his face as I keep going, picking up my pace only to slow it down again, welcoming the taste of his precum.

He’s sitting up and yanking me up by my hair before he can cum, pushing me to the bed on my stomach and standing up.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” He tells me sternly but boyishly, grabbing my hips and pulling me back closer to him.

His fingers rub against my sensitive, swollen flesh, dipping in to me for a second before he grabs a fist full of my hair and enters me swiftly.

I cry out, the feeling of him finally inside of me nearly too much to bear.

My hands ball the sheets between my fingers, my face burying in to them as he mercilessly pounds in to me.

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade, slowing down for a moment as I look back at him with running mascara, moving my hips to meet his thrusts.

My body is so hot that the silver of the crucifix around my neck isn’t even cold anymore, my body coated with sweat, I’m sure this room is completely engulfed with the smell of sex.

But it’s so good.

“Oh, fuck, Nikki!” I practically scream when his fingers reach down to play with my clit while he picks his pace back up.

I tighten around him, my toes curling and uncurling as I get closer and closer to the edge of my high.

“I thought you said you could do this to yourself?” He mocks me, calling me on my bullshit and I shake my head, my nerves beginning to become uncontrollable as the knot in my stomach tightens further more.

I can make myself cum if I’m desperate, but Nikki...nobody can do to me what he does.

It would be like giving an opioid addict an Ibuprofen.

I’m done for in no time, completely doing some damage on the sheets, me and him. But he’s gross so he doesn’t mind being covered in the sticky mess.

Before he can come in me, I’m getting away from him, turning on my hands and knees and crawling to him quickly, my mouth wide open.

I go for it the second he reaches for my hair, savoring every last drop as it slides down my throat.

We both collapse on the bed, catching our breaths and looking at each other.

“Same time tomorrow?” He asks and I grin, nodding. “I’m gonna go meet the guys. They said they’d wait for me in Tommy and Vince’s room.” He gets up, not even letting his dick dry before getting back into his clothes to head out with the guys.

“We were just out with them.” I point out, sitting up.

“That was at the kinda appropriate club we found to take you so you wouldn’t feel left out. We do our real going out when you’re tucked in, reading your bible, praying for our salvation and then going to sleep.” He reveals and I raise my brows.

“And should I worry about your ‘real going out’?” I ask him.

Yes. I sure as hell should have been.

“We’ve been doing it since Mötley formed, babe. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll see you in the morning.” He assures me once he’s dressed, grabbing his jacket. “Goodnight.” He smirks, kissing me.

“Goodnight.” I say back when we pull away.

He leaves me alone and I let out an exhausted breath and decide to go shower.

I wash my hair and scrub the sweat from my skin, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel when I’m done.

Once I’m out of the bathroom, I step to my suitcase to grab some pajamas, finding the quiet of the room unsettling.

I glance at the clock and see it’s 11:38 pm, which means the guys won’t get back for another five or six hours.

“Great.” I mumble to myself, wondering if Mick went with them.

A paralyzing venom locks up my body as I glance up at the window that’s not covered by the curtains pulled aside, the lights in the parking lot offering me up enough sight to the man pointing a gun at me.

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hnggg ari stop it i am so excited for this, you could never disappoint

“Fuck no.” His answer comes back immediately.

stop it im already crying, the way he is so sure he has no regrets?? dream boy

“Shoulda just left this up to her, she’s the creative one,” he grumbles. Bucky’s just the muscle. The next time you asked him out jokingly he should have agreed and gone with it.

baby i really don't mean to add to your stress but WE'VE BEEN SAYING THIS-

From T Just in case she doesn’t decide to tell you: she’s at Mercy West General

WHAT (is this a greys anatomy reference?? i havent watched it in so long but isnt mercy west in the show??)

You look like struggling to control yourself. “While… while I was falling for yo-”

STOP i love her, the style holds ankle sprained or unsprained

“I can feel my sprain physically getting worse,“ you deadpan. “Ow.”

NO NO I DO THIS ALL THE TIME

“I was nervous,” you mumble, eyes downcast. “Tried to keep myself distracted.”

AWEKJSH SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE

“Alpine doesn’t care about me.” You fiddle with Bucky’s fingers lightly. “Jake’s still at yoga camp. I’m pretty sure he accidentally joined a cult, so we can say goodbye to that story.”

no every word of this is art- as a pet owner i can confirm that my baby doesn't care about me either (although she's a dog) and tHE FACT SHE'S PLAYING WITH HIS FINGERS?? I CAN'T BREATHE

You don’t break your intense gaze with him as you swing it harder. He rolls his eyes.

marry her or i will (wait is that self cest?? i dont want to commit a sylvie and loki rn)

But your head drops onto his shoulder, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t mind if you bitch and blame for all eternity as long as you stayed like that.

no im not crying you are

With nothing much to do and all candy demolished, Alpine goes through a series of costume changes. She isn’t too bothered, God knows she’s put up with worse. Little assistant looks like she enjoys some of them.

gshdjk this is wonderful

You hobble over to it, almost immediately your arms wildly and grabbing onto the nearest bookshelf to keep yourself from falling over. You shove your foot down before pulling it open, braving a grin and smoothing out your clothes.

i'm embarrassed to say i do this all the time and i don't have a sprained ankle

Poor guy. He deserved better.

he really did, i'm tempted to fall in love with him

It barely takes a minute for you to stumble magnificently. With the grace of a newborn deer, your one leg goes up the air and hand sticks out to break your fall, dragging down a vase with you.

villain!bambi- or, if you'd prefer, walking angie style

You blink. “Bucky.”

BUCKET

You take note of the large paper bags he managed to balance in his arms, leaning his chin over them to look at you. Fuck, he looked adorable.

maybe it's the coupley crap deprivation but this is making me tear up

“Yeah, yeah.” He stops for a second to look you up and down before walking in. “You look real pretty.”

i'm very blushing right now make it stop

“Nah, just you in general.” This motherfucker’s gradual increase in smoothness was unprecedented. “Why do you have your leg in the air?”

HE'S SO SMOOTH SHUT UP

You hobble your way over to where he was, almost falling over but not quite. “How do I help?”

omg omg will she fall and will he catch her and will they have a cheesy romcom moment?? or will she fall and he laugh like normal couples

“I think we’ve waited long enough.” He shrugs. “So unless you want me out of your house, is that a ‘yes’ on the garlic bread?”

WE HAVE WAITED LONG ENOUGH

It snaps you out of your internal debate of trying to decide what you like better- the navy blue sweater he has on that looks sinfully good on him or the little apron he’s secured around his waist.

husband!bucky my beloved

“What, you didn’t bring your own?” You point them out, watching him tie his hair into a little bun. You want to cry, really.

miss villain really is me. or i'm miss villain it doesn't matter

Not when it turns into a fucking sword if he presses the wrong button, he can’t.

girl what where can i get one of those

How are you supposed to think in advance when he’s standing in your kitchen looking like a domestic husband with no frown for once.

hngggg

It takes a quick second to wonder whether you’ve actually fucked with the pan or not before deciding on a probably not.

i THINK it won't kill you but don't put it on me i didn't say for sure

You hear a small crash in the background. He quirks an eyebrow at it before you dismiss it as probably being Alpine. Things like that were normal around here; it’d be weirder if there wasn’t an unexplained noise every once and a while.

oh god what did she do

The swords weren’t exactly subtle and you din’t want to kill a perfectly good droid before you had to. It was cute. Sometimes it sang ABBA.

ohmygod I LOVE ABBA I LOVE THE DROID I WANT ONE I WANT ONE it has HEART EYES

He wipes at his brow and goes to tend to that, and you take advantage of his momentary distraction to launch a grape at the droid.

she's having a food fight with a droid she built who sings abba, what an icon

The second he’s out of sight, you jump off the counter, one strong step towards the stupid droid. Anything more than that and your date would find you sprawled on the floor.

stopppp she called him her date sob

“No intruder.” You want to cry at how cute its little voice is but instead you put it on silent.

it's so cute everything is so cute about it

“Swear I am, I think it’s just the meds.” In a flash you scoop it up by its head before pulling open the oven door and throwing it inside.

SHE'S GONNA BAKE IT?? WASN'T HE MAKING SOMETHING IN THERE??

“No, wait!” You grab his face, kicking your foot against the oven door to keep it shut. You can feel the droid push at the door in an attempt to get out.

SHE GRABBED HIS FACE THAT DROID IS A MATCHMAKER TOO PLEASE SING ABBA WHILE THEY STARE INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES

“You, uh-” you swallow the lump in your throat. “You’re very pretty.“

THE SAGA CONTINUES YES HE IS

“Yeah.“ You let go of his face slowly, clearing your throat when you feel the droid give up. “Those steel blue eyes let you know where home is.”

HELL YEAH THEY DO

“Shut up, please.” You finally push the button, watching it die down in your hands. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

correction: don't ruin this for US

“You know,” he says casually, pausing at the ‘horror’ section of the catalogue, “your murder bot’s not gonna get out of that cabinet.”

i should have known he knew

He looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Listen, you like them. They’re important to you.” He looks ahead again. “You know I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

currently hyperventilating

To be fair, he forgot it was a date. It just seemed like any other day of hanging out with you which, he now supposes, were mini-dates. Turns out Clint was right about one thing after all, even though it was months ago.

AHA A HAA

“New plan, listen to this.” You hold up a finger. “So kiss me if I’m wrong, but-” “Okay.”

AHSAGDSH STOP IT THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANYTHING IN LIFE

The doorbell drags you out of it.

NO

Bucky laughs, and maybe you wanna tug him by the collar of his stupid sweater and kiss him against the door.

you should really you should

Instead, his lips are warm against your cheek. He lets it linger there for a slow second before pulling back, and you find it hard to stop smiling.

stop it im blushing again STOP

“Not like this.” He gives you a half-smile. “Maybe next time, when you’re not jacked up on meds.”

CAN HE NOT BE SUCH A GOOD GUY LIKE STOP I LOVE HIM

i said stop so many times in this chapter jkd im sorry it's just so FAST and overwhelming and amazing, i love this series so much

you did such a wonderful job writing this, ari, i can't imagine anyone would be disappointed considering how much i enjoyed this and if anyone has any complaints i will FIGHT THEM

i hope you know how much i teared up with this chapter and went all dramatic reader with it because of how much i loved it, THANK YOU ARI <3

harmless (xviii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, obnoxious flirting, mention of death, injuries, hospitals, weapons, etc

Word count: 7.6k

A/N: this chapter was supposed to be short. anyway, happy 6 months to this disaster fic! thank you to the anon who suggested the idea for the beginning of this chapter. my anon who sent me the tiktok about the funny lil vacuum cleaner and the other anon and @rivercocytus for mackie’s steel blue eyes line that’s used here

also im not very sure if this is a good chapter. if i disappoint anyone, just know that i didn’t mean to fkjghfkjgh

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Passing Notes

My first Benedict X Reader fic :). Let me know what you think :)

Benedict Cumberbatch x reader

A/N: This was inspired by this photo on Facebook (Credit to the original poster whose name escapes me). This wasn’t supposed to be this long but it kind of got away from me. I shouldn’t have to say this, but I feel I must...For the reminder, this is fanfiction, so anything that happens in it is exercising artistic creativity, not a deliberate attempt to make the writer look like a housewrecker :)

It had been a rough day at the office. On the tube you maintained eye contact with the floor, not bothering to look at anyone lest someone decided to strike up a chat that you were just not in the mood for. Nearing your stop, you tilted back your head,rolling your neck around. Coming back full circle you opened your eyes and froze when you saw Benedict sitting opposite where you were standing. He looked as though he were sleeping, a book sitting lazily in his lap, his head slightly off to the side.  You argued with yourself as you stared at him. 'That could be anyone',  'Is that really him?!' and 'Nah, can't be." were at war with each other. He moved slightly, his head coming up and you knew in a second it was definitely him. You could feel your heart racing, slamming into your ribcage as you tried to remain calm instead of "OMG OMG OMG! You're Benedict Cumberbatch!" bursting from your lips. You put a hand to your mouth in effort to conceal a squeal of excitement at the prospect of being in the same tube carriage as Ben, the opportunity to talk to and see in person the one and only! As you turned to walk towards him, you suddenly remembered something he'd said in an interview about an, at times, irrational fear about people coming up to him questioning if he was indeed Benedict Cumberbatch.  You sucked in a harsh breath as you put eyes on him again, mentally berating yourself with a slight physical shake of your head as you thought about how you would feel if a random person woke you up when you had dozed off in a public place.  Thinking quickly, you remembered the notebook you had with you. Taking it out, you overheard the loud speaker announcing your stop was coming up. You wrote quickly but legibly: Hi Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch, I saw you on the tube but you looked quite content so I didn't want to disturb you. I just wanted to say that I am a huge fan of your work and I absolutely adore you. Well, stop's coming up. Take care! Cheers! Sincerely, Y/N Your stop was announced then. As gently as you could, you slipped the note into his book, hoping he would see it. As the pressure sounded, releasing the doors, you took one last look to see Benedict stirring. He looked around and then to you, offering a smile. You instantly offered one back, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you walked out onto the platform. Had it not been for all the people around, you would have done a Sherlock in A Study in Pink and jumped in the air in excitement. You were so dazed by the encounter you nearly bumped into people.  Making your way out of the tube station, you fancied a cup of tea. You went to your favorite shop that was close by and ordered your favorite, a blueberry green tea. It always hit the spot when you were stressed out or just needed a chill out time. You chucked to yourself thinking, 'This is definitely a chill out time.'  The wind had picked up outside, twirling leaves and debris into a mini-tornado as people started filing in to warm up. You decided to stay for a bit, taking out Hamlet to study it. The play was coming up and you needed to be ready. It was some time before you looked up upon hearing the door bell jingle. A gush of wind screamed at the pages of your book, shutting it violently. Loose papers flew around the shop haphazardly, their owners scrambling to grab them.  You looked to the door, curious to see who had let in the offending element. You felt a whoosh of air leave your lungs as you stared at the door, or rather, the figure at the door. Standing there brushing leaves off his coat with leather gloved fingers was Benedict. His creamy tan coat graced his shoulders, the collar turned up against the wind. The bottom of the coat moved in a sensual, sinful dance as he walked to the counter, hugging his legs. Naturally he would make an entrance like that, you chuckled to yourself. He glanced to you as he passed and offered a smile, seeing a twinkling of recognition in his eyes. Pulling off his gloves, he ordered, the sound of his voice carrying across the small shop. Music to your ears. You closed your eyes as he made small talk with the barista, relishing in hearing it in person.  The smell of Annick Goutal Eau de Monsieur caught your nose. Hints of mandarin orange, bergamot, mint, geranium, patchouli and sandalwood intoxicated you, making you feel lightheaded. It wasn't enough that the man himself was sinfully gorgeous but he smelled amazing too. Not that you were surprised. You opened your eyes, glancing around the shop, seeing others breathing in deeply, eyes closed, letting out a breath with half-lidded eyes. You noticed another peculiar thing when sweeping your eyes across the room; there were no seats left. Not daring to look for Ben again, you opened your book again and tried to focus on the words, silently praying (yet secretly wishing that he hadn't) that Ben had gotten his tea and left. You waited for the gush of wind from the opened door, but none came.  "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"  The voice came suddenly, causing you to jump, the book closing again. A waft of his cologne assaulted your nose again as the wind from him walking and stopping at the table caught up. You glanced up slowly, locking eyes on his and felt your face break out in a blush. "Not at all. Please!" You said, gesturing to the open chair. "Thank you." He said cheerfully with that to-die-for smile on his face. Be cool, be cool, be cool! You admonished yourself. Ben crossed his leg and turned in the chair, looking around the shop at the soft light and decorations that lined the rafters. You took the opportunity to look at him while he was distracted. He wore a maroon shirt like the one he wore in Sherlock, the buttons seemingly straining to keep it on him and black pants that outlined his legs. You trained your eyes back to his face, studying it. Your eyes focused on several points of interest, most notably his neck. A pale thick column of muscle as it was elongated to search the ceiling, matching up perfectly to his chiseled jawline. Your fingers twitched involuntarily, taking on a life of their own, desperate to feather down its length. Of course you would never be so brazen but you couldn't help but entertain the thought. Benedict turned then to face you, both of you letting out a chuckle at the normal than longer eye contact. You tucked a strand of hair back behind your ear, an action you unconsciously did when you were nervous, as you tried to calm the heat in your face.  "So, what's your poison?" Benedict asked. The question took you by surprise. "I'm sorry?" "Tea, I mean." "Oh, duh. Haha. I really like blueberry green tea. It's a lighter green tea but very good. What about you?" I like a blend of Earl Grey with Lapang Souchong. It's a very smokey black tea, the Lapsang but it pairs nicely with the Earl Grey." "Is that what I smell? It smells like a brisket." "It does, doesn't it?" You share another chuckle together. You brought your hands up yo your tea mug, thumbs lightly stroking the sides. You didn't know what to talk to him about. It was awkward. "I have to say," you began, keeping your eyes fixed on your cup. You had a chance to tell him exactly what you had written in your note to him  and you were going to take it. "I'm a huge fan and I'm honestly a little star-struck at having tea with you." You finished, looking up at him. It was his turn to blush, circling his finger around the top of the cup. "I'm flattered, thank you. I'm just like everyone else though. Nothing special." You threw him a look, you head slightly tilted, eyebrow raised with a smile on your face. He responded in kind, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked to the book on the table. "Hamlet?" You looked down to the book, then back to Ben.  "Yeah, I'm taking a Shakespeare class and we are performing Hamlet as a grade. I was awarded the part of Ophelia." "Oh, wow! How nice! I was Hamlet myself." "I know! And you were superb!" He laughed again, turning his face, giving you an eye full of those adorable crinkles. He faced you after a few moments.  He seemed to be mulling over something in his head. He leaned back, crossing his leg, hand on the table. "Let's hear it, then."

"What?" "Let's recite a little bit. Pass the time." Your cheeks flared up, anxiety hitting you full force. Benedict Cumberbatch was offering to help you with your lines.  "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly-" You stammered. "It's a great exercise. It will help with the anxiety of a live performance. May I?" He asked, gesturing to the book. "Of course." You said, passing the book to him.  He picked it up, scanning for a good place to read from. You listen carefully as he begins, reading ahead in your mind to your lines so you can come in on time. "Ah! Here we go. Act III, Scene 1.  To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sick lied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd." You shook yourself out of the stupor that had befallen you as he recited. It's like you were seeing him preform live right in front of your eyes. You stuttered as you struggled to think and once you'd placed them, you gave it your all. "Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?" "I humbly thank you; well, well, well." "My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them." "No, not I; I never gave you aught." "My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord." "Ha, ha! are you honest?" "My lord?" "Are you fair?" "What means your lordship?" "That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty." "Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?" "Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once." He was mesmerizing to watch as he slipped into the character. Seeing him like that helped you to relax and really pull yourself into the part. What better way to practice than by reciting lines with someone who not only had grown up in theatre but who had played the lead role himself! "Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so." "You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not." "I was the more deceived." "Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?" You struggled to retain your composure after the intensity of his delivery, the shy, uncertain meekness creeping back in. "At home, my lord." Your voice was quiet. "Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell." "O, help him, you sweet heavens!" "If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague forthy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,and quickly too. Farewell." "O heavenly powers, restore him!" "I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go." He finished his part and looked to you, expectantly, waiting for you to continue. You let out a deep sigh.  "I can't." "Why not? You were doing so well!" "I'm sorry, it's just...I pale in comparison to the amazing delivery that you have.  I feel as though I'm watching you perform live right in front of me. This is so surreal. From seeing you on the tube, to having tea with you and now reciting Hamlet with you...it's extremely overwhelming." He reached over the table and grabbed your hand, squeezing it in comfort.  "I'm sorry if I have upset you." "Oh gosh, no! The anxiety of doing this in public and if the intensity of the delivery is making it difficult to keep the good lid i have in my emotions secure." You finish with a small smile, not meeting his eyes. "I understand completely. In all the theatre productions I've done, I still get nervous." He squeezed your hand harder, making you look at him. "You've got this." He said with a smile. You smiled and let out a small, nervous laugh. Sitting back in your chair closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, let it out, opened your eyes and began Ophelia's monologue. "What a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!" You had been looking off, focusing on a distant point as you recited. You took another deep breath when you finished, your body slightly shaking and met Benedict's gaze once again. He was smiling brilliantly at you. He opened his mouth to say something when the roar of applause interrupted. You and Benedict looked around startled, seeing everyone in the coffee shop standing and clapping. Your face was immediately hot as Ben looked back at you laughing, his own face red. He reached his hand out to yours, taking it in his as you both stood up and bowed to the cacophony. "That was brilliant! You were wonderful!" He looked taken aback then appalled by something. "Oh my God. I am so sorry. I don't even know your name. I am so sorry." You couldn't help but chuckle as he looked so stricken not knowing your name. "It's okay. It's Y/N." "That was a most ungentlemanly thing to do on my part. I am so sorry."  "Mr. Cumberbatch, I assure you it is okay." "Ben, please." He offered his hand, which you met. "It is a pleasure to meet you." "It is an honor." You replied, to which he chuckled softly.  You glanced at your watch, not realizing it was so late.  "Oh, my goodness  Is it that late already? Well, this has been lovely but, sadly, I have to head home now or frankly, I would be here all night with you.  Thank you very much for your time today. It was wonderful and I will truly cherish this once in a lifetime encounter." You stood up, putting your coat on and grabbed your messenger bag. You stuck your hand out to shake Ben's. "It was a pleasure, Benedict." "The pleasure is all mine." He said as he kissed your hand. You grabbed the table quickly to avoid falling over. "You do know that I have to walk out of here, right? My knees have now been effectively reduced to jelly." He chuckled and stood up, offering you his arm. You blushed and took it, just because you'd never get another chance too. You both chuckled softly as you walked to the tea shop door, Ben slipping his arm out of your grasp to hold the door open for you. "Thank you, sir. How gentlemanly." You both shared a laugh at the inside joke until you met each other's faces again in an awkward stare. "You take care and I look forward to seeing you on the big screen soon." You stuck your hand out once again for him to shake, fighting every sensor in your body that wanted to hug him. He took it firmly but softly. As your hands parted, you pulled the collar of your coat up and turned to walk towards your flat  your heart hammering in your chest as you recounted the day's events in your head.  A few minutes later you thought you heard your name being called. You sometimes heard things even when there wasn't anything to be heard and passed it off to the wind. As the seconds passed, it became harder and harder to think it wasn't your name being called by a deep voice. "Y/N! Wait!"  You turned to see Benedict running towards you, walking towards him as he caught up to see he was carrying something. "You...you forgot your book." "Oh my gosh," you said, taking the outstretched book. "Thank you so much! I would've gone crazy looking for it." "You're welcome." He bent over, trying to catch his breath.  "Are you going to make it?" You asked, laughing. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Gimme a minute." He said in between large breaths and gulps of air. You looked to him, then around you, then back to him. He was still bent over, hands on his knees. You placed your hand on his back, leaning down near his face, prepared to ask him again if he was okay, when his head suddenly popped up. In a hot second, his hands had encompassed your head, his lips joining yours in a passionate, yet gentle kiss. You leaned against the rail for stability, bringing your own hands up to his neck and head. When you finally broke the kiss, you kept your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath after he literally and figuratively took it away. You unconsciously drew your bottom lip into your teeth, savoring the taste of cinnamon on it. His forehead touched yours and you both started to laugh. 

 “Well…that’s a fine goodbye.” You said on a giggle, swallowing thickly while you looked at the ground.

 He lifted his head from yours, looking straight into your eyes, still holding your neck in his hands, just a breath away.

 “Gotcha.”

 You met his eyes, looking back and forth between them.

 “I could stare into those eyes until the end of time and never grow tired of it.”

 He moved his hand up higher, thumb dragging lazily up and down your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, placing your hand on the outside of his. As if suddenly remembering himself, he dropped his hands and stepped back.

”I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”He said, a soft laughter escaping his lips, shaking his head slightly, touching his lips nervously with his fingers.

You put your hand on your hip, sticking it out in a mock display of drama. “You cheeky monkey! You said.

He met your eyes and upon seeing that you weren’t angry with him, he laughed in return. 

“I could say the same about myself. Kissing a man I just met. In all honesty though, I can’t honestly say I’ve never thought about it. Thank you for making this day so much better.”

 He smiled really wide then and pulled you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let yourself feel him as he laid his cheek on your head, both of you slightly turning side to side.

It was the night of the play and you were feeling all kinds of nervous. Shaking your fingers and bouncing on the balls of your feet, you waited for the production to begin, trying to calm yourself and anchor down by remembering the time with Ben in the tea shop. You hadn’t seen him since that day, but then deep down, you hadn’t been expecting to. It was a chance meeting, a random encounter with an even more random surprise kiss. He went on about his life, filming the upcoming limited series Patrick Melrose. So did you, albeit a little changed.. You still didn’t quite understand what the day had been, but you would remember it forever. But, deep in the recesses of your mind, you wished he could be there to see what the fruits of his kind gesture had produced. The show went spectacularly, garnering a standing ovation for all of you. You and the actor playing Hamlet took your final bow before the curtain fell in front of you  the cast all yelling together in triumph of a job well done. Letting down your hair and shaking it out, you made your way back to your dressing room. Rounding the corner, you saw people standing at your door. Confused, you quickened your pace. "Guys, what's wrong?" The whispers stopped as you made your way to the front of the crowd. On the table was a huge assortment of roses, each one more beautiful than the last. You walked over to it, picking up the card and reading it silently. To my dearest Y/N, I told you you got this! You were marvelous. Well done.    - Cheeky Monkey "Who is that from?" A stage hand asked. You tried hard to hide your smile. "I don't know." you lied. You knew exactly who it was from.

Epilogue

A few months later, Ben was on The Screen Actors Guild awards, receiving his award for best actor in a limited TV series. "Yay! He got it!" You exclaimed to your dog, who wagged her tail at you. You sat down next to her, barely on your seat as he spoke. As he took the cards out of his pocket, you noticed something fall to the stage floor. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the TV, recognizing the floral print paper you had written your note to him on. He cleared his throat as he put the piece of paper back into his shirt pocket. You were hanging on every word he said, tears in your eyes. "'These moments...are a treasure...and I'll shall cherish them always. Thank you so much." He had looked straight into the camera, sneaking in a wink at the end, knowing deep down that last bit was meant for you.

[rogueassassinspy]

Chapter 25: Until Next Year

The Slytherin common room was crowded, more than I had ever seen. Students huddled together in small cliques, chatting among themselves. Several look up from their tables to watch as I make my way to the staircase, casting glares in my direction. Slowly, I make my way up the stairs. My feet weighing heavier with each step. I reach the door, anxious for what I'm about to face on the other side. One final breath and I cautiously lift my hand to knock. The door swings open abruptly and Draco stands in the doorway. "About bloody time." He says as he turns and walks back inside the room. I drop my hand back to my side and follow behind him. The room is empty. No surprise there. Looks like everyone has their trunks on their beds packing to leave for the summer.

"What do you want, Draco? I don't have time to sit here and argue with you. We leave tomorrow and I need to pack." He turns to face me and crosses his arms as he leans against the bed post. "Figured it would be rude of me to let you leave tomorrow without saying goodbye." He smirks. "What a gentleman!" I remark. "Really? You made me come all the way down here just so you could tell me that?" I ask unamused as he stands there smiling. "Get fucked, Draco." I shake my head and move for the door. "Not so fast, Vodror. Even with your uncivilized attitude I figured you would have at least known how to give a proper goodbye. Didn't your father teach you any manners?" I turn back to face him and fold my arms. "Oh! I am terribly sorry your highness. Please don't tell your father about this!" I say sarcastically and take a dramatic bow. "You think you're funny, do you?" He pushes off the post and rushes to me. Looks like I struck a nerve. This should be fun. "Eh. Maybe a little." I smile innocently and shrug my shoulders. "I saw how scared you were of me last night. Keep testing me, Vodror. Next time I won't be so gentle." He raises his eyebrows and smiles devilishly. I move my right foot back to steady myself and swing. He never saw it coming. A loud crack echoes through the silence and I feel something break on impact. He stumbles backwards holding his nose as blood begins to pool into his hands. My knuckles are throbbing. I shake out my hand and walk up to him. "Take your threats and shove them up your ass where your head always seems to be." I say and go to leave, "oh and you should probably get that checked out. Think it might be broken." I smirk and walk to the door, Draco watching me furiously. "MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" He screams at me as I reach for the handle. I turn back to look at him as I open the door and smile wickedly. The door slams shut behind me as I exit the room.

Making my way into the Gryffindor commons I see George hanging out with Fred by the fireplace. George lifts his head up when he notices me come in. "Didn't expect you to be out right now. Thought you'd be upstairs packing." He laughs as he stands and moves to me pulling me in for a kiss. "I definitely should be packing, just had to take care of something first." I smile up at him. He gently reaches down to grab my hands. "OW!" I scream out and pull quickly away. "Althena, are you alright? What's wrong with your hand?" He asks concerned. "I might have accidentally broken someone's nose." I shrug innocently. He throws his head back and laughs. Fred stands and rushes over to the two of us. "What is this I hear about something being broken?!" He asks excitedly. "Althena got into a fight and broke someone's nose." He smiles. "Accidentally." I correct him. He's not buying it. "Brilliant. Who was it?" Fred asks mischievously. "Draco." I say flatly. They both roar into a fit of laughter. "You broke Malfoy's nose?!" Fred exclaims. I chuckle a little, "Yeah." "What I would've given to see that." Fred says dreamily. "You should let Madam Pomfrey take a look at your hand." George says to me. "I'm sure it's fine!" I say reassuringly and look down at the redness that still lingers on the tips of my knuckles. Looking back up to George, he stares me down until I crack. "Ok, fine. I'll let her check it out." I pout. "I promise you will live." He chuckles and pulls me in for a hug. "Well go on then!" He says pushing me off. I laugh and turn around to head to the infirmary. George pops me on butt as I walk away and gives me a wink when I turn around to scowl at him.

I enter through the wooden doors of the infirmary and move past the beds that line the walls on either side of the long room. Each of the beds are covered in white sheets and pillows. Between them, a rod with a curtain hanging on it for privacy. I notice only a couple of other students in here as I pass. One guy is profusely vomiting into a bucket and a girl on the other side of the room is crying as a few of the girls around her try to comfort her. She appears to be alright, until I get close enough to see her ankle is twisted around backwards. Yikes. I try my best to keep my eyes forward as I continue down the aisle. "Episkey." I hear an older woman's voice say just ahead of me from behind one of the curtains. A small crack follows. "Oh god." I hear Draco whimper and smile to myself as I stand there listening. "Good as new, Mr. Malfoy. Stay put. I'll get you something for the pain." The woman says as she moves out from behind the curtain. She turns around and sees me standing there. I smile awkwardly. "Yes, Dear? What can I help you with?" She says as she walks up to me. "I was told to come see you for my hand." I say as I lift my hand up slowly. She takes it gently and flips it over examining it. She pauses for a moment noticing of my ring, and looks up to me with an eyebrow raised. "It's not broken. Very close to a fracture but not quite one. You're lucky. Wouldn't say the same for the person who was on the other side of that blow." She looks up to me and smiles. Oh shit. "Take a seat over on there, Dear. I'll be back in a moment to wrap your hand." She turns and briskly walks away. I move to the bed and take a seat. The curtain flies back and Draco stares at me fuming. Super. I can see a small mark on the side of his nose where my ring hit and I smile looking down at the floor. "What's so funny, Vodror?" he snarks. "Oh nothing. You have a little something right there." I say as I point to my own nose mocking the mark I left on his and look up as Madam Pomfrey comes back into view. "Well, glad to see you two have managed to not get into any more trouble while I was gone. Drink this." She hands Draco a cup and he downs the liquid, gagging as he tries to finish it. "Leave not a drop, Mr. Malfoy." She says before turning to me. "Miss. Vodror, if you would please." She extends her hand. I hold mine out and she begins to wrap it gently.

It takes her no time at all before she is tying off the end of the bandage. "Now I better not see you two in here again. Is that understood?" Madam Pomfrey looks between the both of us. Draco and I exchange glances before looking back to her. "Yes." We say in unison. "Very good. Now back to your dorms with you." She motions for us to leave and goes off to help another student. We stand and make our way out of the infirmary. The only sound between us is the noise of our shoes against the stone floor. As we pass through the entryway back out into the hall he breaks the silence. "Do you always have to resort to some bloody barbaric way of fighting? You're a witch. Why don't you use your wand?" He asks looking over to me. I keep my gaze forward. "I got into a lot of fights with some no-majs back in America. Couldn't just whip out my wand any time I got into an altercation. Had to learn how to defend myself another way." Draco stops walking and looks at me confused, "No-maj?" "Person with no magic." I explain. "You mean muggles." He corrects. I stop for a second and turn to him, "same thing." I roll my eyes and continue walking on. "I still don't understand your resistance to joining our parents alongside of the Dark Lord either." He says lowering his voice to make sure that only I can hear him even though the hall is empty. I stop abruptly and turn on my heel to face him. "I am not having this argument with you again." I whisper harshly. He takes a step closer, "There's no argument to have. You know what's going to happen. Besides, I'm sure your father will have something to say about this once he finds out his precious daughter plans on throwing away her birthright." He threatens. "You will not threaten me with my dad. Keep it up, Draco and I swear to God I will break your nose again and send you right back to the infirmary." I snarl at him. All at once the air is stolen from my lungs as I find his lips on mine. That familiar scent of his, suffocating my cognitive thoughts. Draco pulls me in tighter, barely letting me come up for air as he presses his mouth firmly to mine. Only a second passes and he pushes me away from him. I'm left gasping for air, heart pounding inside of my chest so fast I am sure it will burst, and the ever aching pain of wanting more. He smiles sinfully as the ghostly feeling of where he just held me lingers. "I know you'll come to your senses. Just give it time. Goodbye, Vodror." He pushes a piece of hair behind my ear and walks past, leaving me alone in the hall as his steps echo off in the distance.

The door to the Gryffindor common room swings open and I see George sitting in the same spot I found him as last time. Fred no where to be seen. "Hey. What are you still doing up?" I say as I walk over and sit beside of him on the couch. "Wanted to wait up and make sure you made it back alive." He says as he throws his arm around me and kisses me softly. The moonlight streams in giving the room a calm blueish hue. "Oh yeah, Madam Pomfrey said I'll live." I say holding up my now bandaged hand and we both laugh. We sit together in silence for a moment just enjoying each other's company. "As much as I would like to stay up with you longer, love. I do believe we both need to pack." He says smiling down at me. "How dare you come at me reason and logic?!" I say sarcastically. George chuckles and stands, turning to me and offering a hand to help me up. Looking up at him the sore reminder that the last day of the year is tomorrow and the sadness of leaving and going home for the summer is finally setting in. I stand and wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his chest. He gently wraps his arms around me in return and rests his chin on my head. "I know we won't get to see each other over the summer but I'll write. I promise." He says softly. "Every week?" I ask and lift my head to raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't push your luck." He winks and I laugh as I lay my head back down. "Fine, not every week. But, they have to be longer than 2 sentences." He sighs dramatically "You drive a hard bargain. But, it's a deal." He says and tightens his arms around me. "Alright my love. I'll see you in the morning." He leans down and kisses me sweetly. "Goodnight, George." I smile against his lips. "Goodnight, Althena." He says as he moves away from me and up the stairs to his room. I smile to myself and try to keep my heart from breaking in two as I head upstairs to pack. The next morning I wake up to the sound of shuffling feet coming closer and closer... "Althena. Are you awake?" Hermione asks as she pulls back the curtain blinding me with sunlight. I throw the covers over my head "Yeah. I am now." I say aggravated but she pays no mind to it. "Come on, Althena. Time to head down to breakfast." Ginny says as she smacks the spot where my head is under the blanket. I throw the covers down and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Ok, ok. I surrender, I'm up!" I say throwing my hands up in the air. "Good, hurry and get dressed! We will meet you in the Great Hall." Ginny says as she and Hermione make their way to the door. "Oh! And don't forget to grab whatever you need for the the ride home. We leave right after breakfast." Hermione chimes in. "Ok, I'll be down in just a few minutes." I smile as they leave to go downstairs. I change out of my pajamas, place them in my trunk, and reach over to the top of my dresser and grab the outfit I had picked out the night before. Denim shorts, a plain white t-shirt, tan cardigan, white converses, and my ring. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and take one last look at the room around me before I leave to meet my friends in the Great Hall for the last time this year. Everyone is smiling and laughing just like my first day here. I can't believe this year went by so fast. It feels like I was only walking into Hogwarts for the first time yesterday. George lifts his head and smiles as I make my way over to the table. He slides over opening a spot for me to sit beside of him and he gives me a quick kiss before I begin making myself a plate for breakfast. "So, Althena. What are your plans for the summer?" Ron asks from across the table. "Oh, um..." I notice Draco watching me, smiling, from over Ron and Harry's shoulders. "I probably will end up doing what I do every summer. Sleeping in, walking on the beach, reading." I say and shrug my shoulders. "You lead an incredibly exciting life don't you?" Harry jokes with me. I chuckle half heartedly, "Yeah, you have no idea." I say as I bite into a piece of toast. The group continues making small talk about summer break and what we are looking forward to next year. The ache in my heart comes back as I sit there and watch my friends. Next year couldn't come soon enough. Breakfast comes to an end, and we all make our way slowly out towards the train.

I walk hand in hand with George along the path leading down to the station. The train whistles as students begin to load into the cars. Draco walks just ahead of us with his posse constantly making sure to stay in my line of sight before he arrives at the Slytherin car. He turns to look at me one final time before disappearing onto the train, his smile as tantalizing as the night before. George gives my hand a quick squeeze and smiles down at me as we board the Gryffindor car. We find the small compartment that Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Fred already occupy and take our seats. The Hogwarts Express whistles once more before the loud engine roars to life and the train sets in motion. The ride back to London isn't as lively as our conversations normally are. I spend a lot of the time gazing out the window watching the rolling hills and streams pass by as if in slow motion. George grabs my hand and pulls it up to his lips pressing a light kiss to the back of it. I smile and turn my focus back to the group. We make light conversation the rest of the ride. Trying to distract ourselves from the end of the trip quickly approaching. We roll to a stop in King's Cross Station and the students begin to pile out of the cars onto Platform 9 3/4s. Our small group exits the train and stop just after our exit to give our final goodbyes. Hermione embraces me first in a hug and I quickly return it. "Promise me you'll write this summer?" She asks. "I promise. As long as you promise to write me back!" I laugh as we pull apart. "Of course I will! Ginny that goes for you too." Hermione turns to her. "You two are so sappy." She laughs and joins us for a group hug goodbye. As we part I turn and say my goodbyes with Harry, Ron, and Fred. As I finish up I turn to give my final goodbye to George. "Saved the best for last." George says proudly crossing his arms and flashing that charming smile of his. God I'm going to miss him this summer. I rush forward and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to mine. He smiles and moves deeper into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist and playfully lifting me off the ground. He sets me back down just in time for me to see Richard waiting for me at the end of the platform. My cheeks burn red and George turns around to see what's causing my reaction. "That's my ride. I guess I better get going." I say as I look back up to him. "I love you, Althena." George says and takes me by surprise. A smile slowly begins to creep across my face, "I love you too." I say and kiss him one last time before I wave farewell to everyone as I walk off.

I walk up to Richard who is smiling widely, "Well, Miss. Vodror. It looks like you had a good year at school after all?" "Shut up, Richard." I say and shove his arm playfully. "But, yeah. It was good." I smile as we make our way out of the Station and head to the car parked out front ready to take me back to where I will have to face my dark reality once again. Richard moves in front of me and opens the passenger door for me to get in. "It's good to have you back, Miss Vodror." I smile and take my seat as he moves to the other side to get in and start the car. "Your parents are most excited to see you." My stomach flips. "I'm excited to see them too." I lie as I fidget with my ring. "That's new." Richard says smiling. "Yeah, I got it around Christmas." I cover my hand with the sleeve of my cardigan and turn to him and smile hoping he will drop the subject. "A gift from your boyfriend?" He smirks and glances at me. "Nope. And would you please not tell my mom and dad about this one?" I ask. He looks at me curiously but agrees, "You have my word. Scouts honor" He raises his hand in the air. The drive back to the house we take turns catching each other up on the newest drama on each side of our lives. It helps the long drive pass quickly. I missed talking with Richard. He is the only true friend I have when I'm back at home during breaks. We pull off the road onto the long gravel driveway of my home. Small flowering trees line the drive up to the pearl white mansion with large lush green fields surrounding the front of the house. The backside of the house faces the ocean, overlooking a small private beach. That's where my room is. As we pull up to the front of the house a man; tall, athletic build, with short pristine salt and pepper hair, a clean cut beard, piercing blue eyes, dressed in a tailored suit and a woman; long dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, thin build, and dressed in designer clothing from head to toe, make their way out of the doors onto the carport. Richard exits the vehicle and comes to the other side to open my door. I step out and hear the gravel shift under my feet. The couple approaches, the woman cold and distant unlike the man who approaches with open arms. "Welcome home, Darling." He says as he wraps me in an embrace. "Hi Dad." I say returning his hug. "Hi mom." I say over his shoulder to my mom standing off to the side. "Hello, Dear." She says flatly. "Thank you, Richard. Bring her things in and have Meely bring them up to her room." I look up at my dad confused. "Meely?" I ask. "Our new house maid." My mother chimes in. "Since you had to keep freeing our house elves I had to actually hire someone to help maintain the house." She stares daggers into me. I smile to myself and my dad pulls me along to the doors. Home sweet home.

Thank you        Masterlist

[phancystuff]

The True Meaning of “Punk” Ch. 1

Pairing: Dan/ Phil; Phan Genre: High school AU; chaptered Warning: NSFW (see tags for more specifics) Word Count: 3029/ ? Summary: It is Dan’s last year of sixth form and he is ready to just say ‘fuck it’ and be himself for once. He meets a sinfully attractive (but actually dorky) uni student named Phil who helps him in his quest to embrace and express himself.  Notes: This is a work in progress and will be updated regularly (It will help if I have some people cheering me on!). This isn’t going to have a lot of complex plot, honestly. I just want Dan to… explore. Tags: smut, fluff, high school AU, university AU, slight age difference, pastel!Dan, punk!Phil, drinking, eventual kinkiness, sub/dom, bdsm, daddy kink, feminization, mild homophobia (some of which will happen during sex), pain play

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Dan stared at himself, contemplating his face and naked body through a mirror dripping with condensation. He was glad that his skin was cooperating today; it was pale, but smooth and unblemished. His eyes traced the beauty marks and tiny freckles that dotted his cheeks and jaw. He wouldn’t need any concealer.

Dan reached under the sink and pulled out a small, unassuming black bag full of makeup products. He started with mascara, pumping the wand into the silver tube and covering it with black product. He had been blessed with long, thick eyelashes as it was. But, mascara lengthened them even more. His eyes looked bigger, more feminine. He smiled at his already changing face.

Next, he swiped his finger in some glittery, silver eyeshadow and wiped it across his eyelids. The woman at Sephora who sold him the tiny pan had been so kind. He had shyly asked her to guide him to the best products and she gushed about silver making his eyes sparkle. Dan observed himself; she hadn’t been wrong. Experimentally, he fluttered his enhanced eyelashes. He tried to imagine himself as a stranger. Did he look cute? Coy? Like a freak?

Dan’s fingers found the tube of makeup that would complete his look tonight. There was nothing particularly special about the lip gloss, except that it was peach-colored and tasted like strawberries. He grasped the little tube in his fingers even after the gloss was applied to his plump lips. He knew he’d lick the delicious shit off within five minutes of arriving to the party. He was going to keep it handy for reapplication.

Dan made eye contact with himself while he ran his fingers through his damp hair, messing with the curls, tugging experimentally. A shiver ran down his spine and he let go of his hair, not wanting to go down that path before a party.

A quick glance at his phone revealed that he didn’t have any more time to fuck around. Dan decided to embrace his natural state for tonight, choosing to towel dry his hair and let the curls fall where they may. He wrapped a towel around his waist and padded out of the bathroom.

Dan entered his room and dressed quickly. As the soft fabric of his floral romper slid up his thighs, his stomach twisted with nerves. This wasn’t the first time that he had dressed traditionally feminine, but it was his first time he was wearing the romper out. He eyed his hairless, exposed legs. Should he go for something safer? Dan shook his head, buttoning the last button on the romper and slipping on white, high-top converse shoes. This year, Dan was going to be himself for once. Try it on for size. Dan’s phone rang and a picture of Louise falling out of a chair, with a hilarious look of sheer doom on her face, popped up on his iPhone.

“Yo yo yo, Louise! You ready for this?” Dan grinned into his mirror, eyeing his finished look. Appraising himself. Trying to look through the eyes of a stranger.

“Dan– Daniel. You sound like a grandfather.” Louise deadpanned on the other end. “Have you finished preening yet? I can practically hear you staring at yourself in the mirror.”

Dan blushed, despite the fact that she couldn’t see that she was 100% correct. “Oi, fuck off, mate. And I’m sure your ends aren’t freshly dyed and coiled into perfect locks.”

“Touche, Howell. I’m sure we both will look fabulous. I’m on my way soon to pick you up.”

“Ok.” Dan pat nervous fingers over his drying curls, careful not to damage their natural shape. “Hey… Lou… romper or no?”

He could hear the fondness in her voice. “Romper, duh. I’ll see you five, deary.”

And then Louise and Dan were at Felix’s house way too soon. Dan worried at the hem of his romper, thinking that it had been a mistake, but not wanting to feel the shame of putting on the back-up pants he had slipped into his backpack last-minute. Not wanting to feel the shame of pretending he was just wearing a regular shirt. ‘Ugh, socializing. Putting myself out there. Why am I here?’ Louise sensed Dan’s growing anxiety. She parked her beater on the side of the road and turned to Dan. “You ready to find a nice boy to suck face with?”

Dan groaned and pressed his palms into his eyes, careful not to rub his makeup off. “Shut up, mom. You’re embarrassing me.”

“Daniel Howell look at me. You look bangin’. Fleeked, as the kids say. Boys are gonna be pawing to get to you. I will have to fight them off with my– breasts.”

“Breasts?” Dan peeked up at Louise through his fingers and her eyes widened.

“I don’t know why I said that.”

And just like that, the two friends were doubled over laughing, tears in their eyes. Dan shook his head. What could go wrong with his best friend by his side?

He pulled open the car door and approached the house; the sun was dipping below the horizon and he could feel the thump of loud music. Louise and Dan had a system with parties. They never showed up on time and, oh God, they absolutely never showed up early. Parties during the daytime were downright shameful. Everyone was too sober, too awkward. Dan physically shivered at the thought. He could work with drunk bodies swaying in the dark. Not, like, actual conscious humans.

The door opened before Dan could even put his hand on the knob. Someone he didn’t know pushed his way past Dan and vomited violently into the bushes surrounding the walk way. Dan felt briefly sorry for Felix’s parents and made wide-eye contact with Louise. She stifled a giggle and grabbed Dan’s hand, pulling him through the door.

The house was dark and thrumming with energy and movement. Felix was throwing a party because it was the beginning of their Year Thirteen. Dan couldn’t believe it– the end of his A-levels. He didn’t dwell on it, though, knowing that thoughts of university and careers would only fill him with existential dread. Right now, he just wanted to drink and dance and maybe be a little bit slutty. Big, new school year resolutions.

Louise continued to pull Dan and they found themselves in the kitchen, where there was an array of alcoholic beverages, including: bad beer, a questionable bucket of jungle juice, and cheap vodka shots. Dan hated vodka but poured a couple just to lubricate himself… socially. Louise cheered as he tossed the vile liquid back, holding back a grimace as the end of the shot hit his tongue. He held back the urge to cough. Louise did a shot as well, slamming the empty cup on the table. She made eye-contact with someone behind Dan.

“Hey, Peej! Come do a shot!” Dan turned around and grinned at PJ, who raced to do what Louise told him to do. His messy hair was falling into his eyes, as always, and his green eyes blazed. He poured a shot that was way too full, hollered ‘fuck Year Thirteen!’ and pounded the vodka. Dan laughed, Louise whooped, and everyone around them joined in a disjointed response cry of ‘fuck Year Thirteen!’ Although, Dan recognized some younger students too.

“So’d you guys just get here?” PJ was buzzed, smiling dopily at his friends.

“Yeah, mate.” Dan responded, peeking into the bucket of jungle juice with a wary expression.

“Oh, don’t worry it’s good. Just gotta ignore the chunks.” PJ’s nose wrinkled and Louise laughed again. Dan just shrugged and dunked a red cup into the bucket of wonder. He marveled at the purple color and took a long pull of it. He coughed. It had to be about 99% alcohol, 1% juice. Despite PJ’s comment, there were no chunks.

“It tastes like ass.”

“Not my fault you know what that tastes like, mate.” PJ grinned and Dan rolled his eyes. “So Louise, what’s the scoop? What’s the end goal? Mama cat on the prowl tonight?” PJ was just drunk enough to add a sassy meow to the end of his sentence and Louise slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Oh God, PJ. Go home, you’re drunk.”

“She’s had her eye on Liam this summer,” Dan’s eyebrows danced up and down. “Lou’s gotta crush!”

“Liam– the one who works at the movie theater? The one with the tousled blonde hair?”

Louise smiled dreamily and sighed. “The very one!”

“The one wearing a dark blue button-up.” Louise looked confused. “Right behind you, mate!” PJ ducked out of the room them, cackling and moving his shoulders to the curiously Latin American beat. Sure enough, Liam was leaning across the counter right behind Louise. She handled it well– shrieking and forcefully grabbing Dan’s elbow. She yanked him out of the kitchen right into the main dancefloor that was the living room.

“Ow, Lou, what the hell?” Dan rubbed his peach-clad elbow. “Just for that, I’m going to go tell Liam that you want his babies.” Louise answered by shrieking again. “Hey, but really, you should talk to him. You’ve been crushing on him and I want to go be slutty.”

Louise eyes shone with a please-don’t-leave-me-you-are-my-best-friend look, mixed with her notorious and-I-can-ruin-your-life-if-I-wanted-to glint. Dan rolled his eyes again. His eyeballs were getting a lot of exercise tonight. “Here. This is what we will do.” Dan spun Louise around, hands pushing against her shoulder blades. He steered her back toward the kitchen. She spluttered. “You’re gonna take another shot. Or two.” He grabbed a glass of the counter, tipped it at her mouth. Louise, always the champ, successfully got the vodka down her throat. Then, you’re gonna talk to HEY LIAM!”

Louise choked and the tall, blonde boy hanging on the countertop looked up from his beer. “Hey, what’s up, Dan?” Liam smiled and Dan could practically feel Louise melt.

“Well, you’ve met Louise. She’s thinking about getting a job to save up for university. Ever the pragmatic lady, Louise. She was curious about what it’s like to work at a movie theater. Well you’re like the bloody expert, aren’t ya?” If Dan was laying it on a little thick, Liam was none the wiser to Dan’s cheeky tactics.

“Hey! That’s cool! Louise, we could work at the same theater and complain about customers!” When Louise didn’t respond, Dan nudged her. She seemed to wake up.

‘Fuck customers!’ was what came out of her mouth and Dan wanted to facepalm. To Liam’s credit, he just laughed and went on the other side of the counter to engage Louise in some friendly conversation. Dan’s work here was done. ‘Now I’m on my own,’ he realized. His face flushed and his heartbeat quickened.

Dan had a relatively high tolerance for alcohol, he had discovered. He tipped vodka into the shot glass he still held in one hand and drank it. He finished off his cup of jungle ass-juice. That would do for now. He had enough in him to… mingle. To forget about what he was wearing and shake it. He snuck out of the kitchen, grinning briefly at Louise who was deep in conversation with Liam.

Usually Dan took on the role of people-watcher at these parties. Sometimes, even out loud, he would pretend to be a nature documentary narrator. ‘Oh, wow. Here we find a rare species known as the “fuckus boyus.” Here we can see him preying on a young year ten.’

Although it was fun to hide in the shadows and be cynical about his peers, Dan decided this year that it was time for him to get some dick. Eighteen years old and still a virgin. It wasn’t bad or wrong– virginity was a social construct established by a misogynistic society, for that matter. Despite that, Dan wanted to know what it was like to be held, kissed, fucked. Before university. The only problem was… he had no idea how people did this.

So he mingled. He danced. He found some cute boys to grind on and only some of them told him to fuck off, fairy boy. Dan wasn’t even bothered. His hands kept finding drinks, his body (badly) gyrated badly to the (still vaguely Latin American) music. He witnessed some embarrassing white kid dancing, a very physical game of beer pong, and a couple humping right out in the open on Felix’s mother’s couch. No one person really caught his eye. He had known most of them since primary school and they were, quite frankly, old news.

Then, a dark figure caught his eye. He was unfamiliar and beautiful and– ‘so tall, wow, I could climb him like a tree.’

He was leaned against the doorframe of Felix’s living room, looking like a whole meal, as the kids say. He was tall– at least six feet. His legs went for miles and were clad in sinfully tight skinny jeans. Dan’s eyes traveled up the stranger’s body and he suddenly felt very sweaty and lightheaded. The mystery boy had on a black band T-shirt and a leather jacket. His long, pale neck sported– Dan squinted– a tattoo. He could already feel his knees going weak. Dan couldn’t make out much of the stranger’s face from across the room; his black fringe cast a deep shadow across it.

Dan was drunk, tingly, and very interested in Mr. tall, dark, and mysterious. He extracted himself from the girl he was dancing with, kissing her on the cheek. She quickly found another dancing partner. The room spun only a little as he made his way across the dancefloor. Up close, Dan could now make out several piercings standing out against porcelain skin. The tattoo was of a dragon. The stranger was staring at Dan, not unkindly. He had a few inches on Dan, which was… distracting. A crooked smile played on his lips and Dan had a hard time prying his eyes away from the black snakebites piercing them.

“Hey, you’re hot.” Dan wanted to facepalm. He was drunk, yes, but not so far gone that he didn’t know that such a statement wasn’t socially acceptable– ‘you idiot.’ The stranger seemed amused, thankfully, a deep chuckle escaping the mouth that Dan definitely wasn’t still staring at.

The stranger stuck out his hand and Dan grabbed it, ignoring how warm and soft it was. “Phil Lester. You’re pretty hot yourself, princess.” Dan frowned slightly, wondering if Phil was making fun of him. His smile looked so genuine and non-threatening, though. He decided that Phil was only being flirty.

“Daniel Howell. Dan. Though, I could get used to princess if you’d prefer that.” Dan was surprised by his smoothness, but chose not to jinx it by dwelling on the moment too much. Phil laughed then, a proper laugh, his tongue poking out of his teeth. And that was way too adorable for his tough, punk exterior. However, Dan didn’t miss the glint of a tongue piercing and he briefly wondered what it would feel like on his cock. Dan blinked hard to rid himself of such thoughts. “So, why haven’t I seen you around before? Are you a figment of my imagination?”

Phil shook his head, “No, I’m pretty real. Feel me.” He flexed an arm and leaned it toward Dan. Dan’s head swum, but he felt the muscle by fondling it with too-sweaty hands. He simply wanted to run with the joke, of course.

“Yep. You’re real. Can confirm.”

“But seriously, I go to uni in Manchester,” Phil’s fingers raked through his hair nervously, “I know it sounds creepy… an old guy like me hanging out at a party with a bunch of sixth formers,” Phil suddenly looked panicked, “Oh gosh, no offense! I don’t have anything against you guys.” Dan wanted to butt in and assure the uni student, but he was barreling on.

“Felix is my parent’s next door neighbor! He invited me because I’ve been pretty bored over the summer.” There was a beat, “Although he immediately left me, so now I wonder if I’m just the token uni kid to make his party seem cooler,” Phil grumbled almost under his breath and Dan smiled. Yeah, Felix was a prick like that. “Honestly, I’ve just been hovering by this doorway, not talking to anyone. So I’m just losing cool points, really.”

Dan crossed his arms, grinning. “Well, you’re in luck. I’m just about the most popular guy at this school. Stick with me and you’ll immediately be the coolest kid here!” Phil actually looked confused for a second and Dan took pity on him. “Phil, I’m kidding. Look at me. I have a bloody romper and lip gloss on, for godsakes. Most kids are embarrassed to know me. Talking to me is practically social suicide.” Dan giggled and Phil followed suit.

“You’re funny, Howell.” A beat passed and Phil’s face softened, “And, for whatever it’s worth, I like the romper… and the lip gloss.” And then Dan must have been dreaming, because Phil’s thumb came up to brush against his bottom lip.

Dan squeaked, “Hey, I’m gonna have to reapply that, you know.” He regretted the words instantly when they caused Phil to remove his thumb. However, it just came to rest on Dan’s soft jaw. His skin burned where Phil was touching him.

“We could do something that would really make you need to reapply your lip gloss,” Phil practically purred. The sudden shift from rambling, socially awkward uni kid to sexy punk was leaving Dan breathless. He felt like he might pass out. Or maybe he already had and this was just a dream. Maybe Phil was just a figment of his horny, hormonal imagination. It would make sense, since right now, he seemed like something straight out of a bodice-ripper.

“Am I dreaming?” Dan gazed up at Phil, who cracked a smile.

“No, we’ve been over this. I’m real, remember?” Almost to prove his point, Phil’s thumb slowly stroked along Dan’s jaw, toward his chin. The world went into slow motion and the pounding music went muffled. Gently, Phil tilted Dan’s chin up and his pierced lips inched toward Dan’s glossed ones.

[rivia-odyssey]

books i really enjoyed, in case anyone cares, part one:

Hi guys! So, I really like to read and I read a lot of random shit. I mostly stick to sci-fi, paranormal romances, urban fantasy, and I’ve even dabbled in good ole’ fashioned smutty books. Sometimes, I find random gems that I’d like to share. As a writer, I can only hope that one day, someone will hold up my book and go, “Y’all, read this!” 

As a white bisexual woman, I’m aware that my opinion may be lacking in some places. This is really just for fun, but I’ll try to point out little things (are the female characters well written? is the romance mature or cliched? is it more adult or YA friendly? is the cast at all diverse in race/ethnic background?) that I think might help you decide whether you want to bother taking crack at it. If you’ve read any of the books I mention, please let me know if I’ve left something off or if you have extra commentary that you think might help readers - or even if there’s something highly toxic/problematic about the story that you think people should know going in! (IE: Trigger warnings that should be mentioned, whether or not a theme or character was racist, bigoted, trans-phobic, etc - please tell me that stuff!) 

I’m not gonna be doing these in any specific order. I’ve been picking back through my Kindle Library lately and thought I’d share the ones I find myself going back to when I need a pick me up. 

So, without further adieu...

Sin & Chocolate by KE Breene

Book Blurb: 

Some people are ordained for greatness... Those people usually have a lot of drama in their life. Drama I happily do without. I live in a forgotten corner of nowhere for a reason: there is safety in anonymity. I have enough problems, just trying to get by.  But when Kieran, a sinfully sexy demigod at the pinnacle of power, crashes into my life, suddenly my whole world is turned upside down. He’s harboring a deadly secret, one that could destroy all he holds dear. He thinks I’m the key to his salvation, and he wants me to help him claim vengeance.  He also wants me with a passion that burns my body from the inside out. To ignore him is impossible, but to give in to my desires, even for a night, would thrust me into a danger I might not survive.  Can I resist the temptation? 

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RATING:

 18+ [Violence, Sexual content, avid swearing]

SEQUELS:

At this moment, there are at least five books in the series.

FEMINIST FRIENDLY

: 8/10*

DIVERSITY FRIENDLY

: 6/10*

PROS:

Alexis is an interesting, well written female character and her arc is well-paced, believable, and relatable. 

All side-characters feel fleshed out, multifaceted, and add to the story in their own unique ways. 

The story is set at a good rhythm, it’s easily followed but still captures your attention, and each book has it’s own complete arc, though each book does lead into the next smoothly. 

Very good humor

Incredibly interesting magical mechanics

Wonderful world building.

COMMENTS:

While the romance doesn’t actually culminate into a sexual relationship for nearly two books, it is a bit hyper-sexualized at times. HOWEVER, I stlil mostly enjoyed it.

If you don’t like Alpha Male Romances, the Male Lead might rub you wrong. 

BUT, unlike most Alpha-Male romance male-leads, he learns that he can’t always be possessive, controlling, and what-have-you just because he’s all in lust/love with Alexis. 

AND other side-characters DO repeatedly point out that it’s wrong, and he needs to knock it off -and over time, he does. So, that’s a really good growth arc, imo. 

*FEMINIST FRIENDLY RATING: There are moments where I squinted a bit or cringed, but overall, the female characters are different, strong in their own ways, well-written, colorful, and enjoyable. 

*DIVERSITY FRIENDLY RATING: It’s been a minute since I’ve read the book, so I’m having a hard time remembering, but I’m fairly certain that there are at least three non-white characters. However, none are female. Still, one of the most important characters is black. Minor progress? Rating of 6/10 because there aren’t a lot of non-white characters, but as far as I noticed, they were all thoroughly written people, not token non-whites. 

[justjen523]

A Child Of the Gods

Chapter 3

(Series Rating M+)

No Spoilers 

Sexual Content

                                   Boy’s Behaving Badly

     Having tossed and turned all night over yesterdays events I decide it’s finally time to pay a visit to the mansion. Upon arriving I’m surprised by the giant hug I am greeted with by Altair. After catching up he explains that most of the gods are in the Heaven’s today but am quickly relieved to find the one I intended to see was in his room here. 

     Standing before the closed door my heart starts racing as I recall the images from yesterday. I can’t give up now, I have to talk to him. I quietly knock on the door taking a deep breath as I do.

     *knock knock*

     “Z-Zyglavis? It’s me. Can we talk?” I am greeted with nothing but silence but a few moments later he opens the door and leaves me breathless at the rare sight. He’s not in uniform nor is his hair in the usual and perfectly kept ponytail. Expressionless he holds the door open wider signaling for me to enter. Once inside I find myself quickly embraced from behind.

     “Z-Zyglavis?” He says nothing but buries his face in my neck inhaling deeply as if this were the most natural thing in the world. His warm hands glide slowly and softly down my arms leaving me feeling nearly dizzy. I feel his soft lips gently kiss the skin along my neck so delicately it doesn’t take long at all before I am burning with desire.

     “Nmmm…..please, don’t stop. This feels….so incredible. Pressed firmly behind me his hands slowly make their way to my blouse slowly unbuttoning until it’s merely draping over my shoulders. I let it slide off and it falls to the floor quietly. Still kissing my neck he unclasps my bra before removing it letting it too fall to the floor. His big, strong and warm hands waste no time in caressing my breasts.

     “Mmm.” The way he is touching me feels so oddly familiar it almost feels like deja-vu. I had only come here to talk but I can’t find a reason to push him away. I think I…..actually want this.

     “They’ve gotten bigger.” His voice low and deep murmurs in my ear sending a thrill through me. ‘When he speaks to me this way….Wait what? What am I saying?’

     “Of course they’ve gotten bigger, they are slowly filling with milk.” His quiet laugh vibrates against my skin causing everywhere he touches to erupt into goosebumps. 

     “I am quite aware of their function, though I must admit I have quite a strong desire to taste them myself.” That’s all it takes for the most intense desire I have ever felt in my life to wash through me leaving me nearly panting.

     “Make love to me Zyglavis. Please.” His arms tighten around me and for a moment it feels like he’s hesitating.

     “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

     “Of course I’m sure, why would you ask me that?”

     “It has not been that long since you and Huedhaut were in an intimate relationship.”

     “It’s been almost two months now since we broke up. That’s not the real reason you’re hesitating is it?” I ask boldly having a sinking suspicion that yesterdays events are the real reason for his question. 

     “It is certainly part of it.”

     “It’s okay Zyglavis, if you don’t want to do this-”

     “-On the contrary.”

     “Yeah? Then shut up and kiss me.” I tell him with a devilish smirk. He turns me around and upon seeing it he returns one of his own.”

     “I won’t hold back.”

     “I certainly hope not.” I tease again and this time he answers by pushing me backward onto his bed before climbing atop and hovering over me. The way he’s looking at me makes me hot between my thighs. His hand tenderly cups my cheek as he softly runs his thumb across my lips.

     “They say that women who are with-child find themselves more sexually aroused than usual.” He offers in a sinfully playful manner. I watch him closely with his gorgeous hair swinging lightly every time he moves. His sharp intense eyes are staring at me alight with predatory need. 

     “What if I told you I wanted to…mmm…..hurt you?” He says sadistically but his implication is purely sexual making the deluge below overflow.

     “I’d say you’re mistaken if you thought I’d actually allow that.” ‘T-That voice?!’

     “L-Leon?! What are you doing here?! Oh my god!” I frantically try to cover myself but there’s nothing really at my disposal so I settle for pulling Zyglavis on top of me. He laughs a moment but thankfully doesn’t try to get up.

     “I think you may have gotten the wrong idea here O arrogant Lion. It seems to me she can’t keep her hands off me!” He’s totally instigating something! Ugh! Men are so….childish!

     “H-Hey!” I complain. Leon however hasn’t moved and neither has the intimidating smirk he’s wearing. 

     “If you insist on staying to watch you might want to ask the lady her permission first.”

     “Zyglavis!” The smile he’s wearing is the one he only shows when he’s in battle mode with Leon. For whatever reason these two seem more competitive than usual and it’s actually making me kind of nervous.

     “Is this really what you want goldfish?” Leon asks looking somehow pained at the idea. 

     “I….”

     “Regardless if you like it rough or not I can’t allow it in your condition.”

     “I don’t believe we require your permission Wild Lion.” Leon’s expression suddenly shifts into something almost terrifying. He’s smiling but it’s not a kind one. It’s like it’s a challenge or a warning. Zyglavis however couldn’t care less and seems completely unfazed. 

     “What’s the matter Lion? Cat got your tongue?”

     “Careful Minister Ponytail, are you sure you want to play with me?” ‘Y-Yikes?’ I have never seen the pair look this intense and frightening before. It’s like I’m not even here anymore. What has gotten into them?

     “And if I do?” Uh oh, Zyglavis has never gone this far that I know of with Leon before and the flash in the god of Leo’s eyes tells me all hell is about to break loose in here.

     “Oh ho! So bold Minister Ponytail. Very well, since you seem to like it rough…” Leon actually pounces pulling Zyglavis off me and taking him to the floor causing me to nearly scream.

     “N-NO! STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!” It’s like they can’t even hear me. I quickly get from the bed and throw my shirt on before attempting to approach them to break it up.

     “S-Seriously?!” I’m getting angrier by the minute as the two throw punches at each other.

     “I. SAID. STOOOOP!” I bellow so loud the pair instantly stop though Leon doesn’t get off of Zyglavis but instead shoots me an irritated look. Zyglavis is lying on his back laughing though his nose is actually bleeding. 

     “You two are unbelievable!” 

     “Pfft, what? He’s the one who said he likes it rough.” Leon’s usual smirk throws me off when I notice his lip is bleeding. 

     “Face it Leon, she’s out of your league.”

     “What did you just say?”

     “You’re not man enough for her.” ‘Oh fucking hell. Now he’s done it.’

     “Zyglavis. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re enjoying this more than you should. If you need that kind of attention…” Leon’s sinister grin widens the moment he places his hand on Zyglavis’ chest. A moment later Zyglavis’ eyes roll back and he practically sinks into the floor.

     “L-Leon? Are you seriously using your powers on him?!”

     “What? You gotta problem with me all of the sudden goldfish? Or is this whole idea just turning you on?”

     “Whaaa?”

     “You’re awfully bold wanting both Ministers at the same time.” Leon pulls his hand away from Zyglavis causing his eyes to open and look toward me.

     “Is that what you want?” ‘What the hell?! Where did they come up with that?!’

     “I don’t know what I want if I’m being perfectly honest. But one thing’s for certain, I DON’T want to see you two fighting! So knock it the fuck off already!”

     “Pffft. You’re certainly bossy today but I suppose I can reward you for your bravery just this once.”

     “What’s that supposed to mean?” I tilt my head to the side wondering what the hell Leon is plotting.

     “You said you don’t want us to fight right?”

     “Yeah? What about it.”

     “Wish granted, we’ll handle this another way.” Leon pulls Zyglavis up by his ponytail and crushes his mouth against the other Minister’s. ‘Woah! Wait…this seems strangely familiar….’

     “Leon is correct, though isn’t this exactly what got you into your current predicament in the first place?” They both look at me in such a way that I have absolutely NO idea what to say or do.

[badavengers]

Wake Up 3 [Bucky Barnes]

Summary - Nearly a year after Bucky decided to return to cryogenic sleep, Steve continues to look for a cure. One day, Sam informs him that he’s found a person who can help.

Side note - I’ve been gone for too long! really sorry, i’ve just been uber busy. i’m not giving up on this little series! also, Bucky still has his metal arm, okay? NOT EDITED AS WELL! apologies in advance. Part 1 here!   Part 2 here!

Warnings - death & a tiny bit of winter soldier violence

“Break him.”

With dull eyes and no remorse, the programmed girl seeped into the head of the poor, french man.

She robbed him of all his memories, only leaving one that haunted him at night when he slept alone in his cold bed back in the outskirts of Alsace. Y/N felt his pain; his suffering.

“ma fille,” his voice was soft as well as familiar.

A tear ran down his cheek then another. Y/N clenched her balled fists, her nails digging into the skin of her palms. She was crying as well.

“s'il te plaît, arrête! Je t'en supplie,” he wailed.

“Stop playing with him.” Ordered a rough voice. But she didn’t listen. She continued to replay the agonizing memory of the man giving away his daughter to be experimented on.

She saw herself in the man’s head. Her eyes no longer recognizing who he was. They held so much coldness to them.

“I said break him!” Zola screamed at her.

The french man fell to his knees, a strained shriek of pain leaving his pale lips as his body contorted with pain. His eyes met hers and for a moment, she swore he smiled at her.

“Mon cher ange,” then he collapsed onto the concrete floor, blood pouring out of his mouth.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of his corpse and more tears flooded down her face. But she didn’t know why?

“Well done,” Zola clapped her on the shoulder. A sudden burst of anger surged through her.

“Who was he?” She gritted her teeth. “Does it matter?” He smirked. Y/N glared at Zola, seeping into his head, “Answer my question, Arnim Zola, answer it!” She took a dangerous step towards him and the Hydra agents around them quickly jumped into action.

“I think you might want to sit down when I tell you.” He grinned sinfully.

“Tell me.” She sneered. “His name was Absolon Y/L/N,” he explained. “He was a scientist that gave away his only daughter to Hydra for the good of the world.” More tears poured out of the eyes of the confused and frustrated Y/N.

“W-what?” She stammered.

“Absolon Y/L/N was your father, my dear. And unfortunately for you, you killed the only person on this planet who cared for you.” It was like someone flipped a switch in her because she suddenly felt emotion - like pain, sadness. She lunged at the doctor, but was pulled back by Hydra agents.

“Stop your crying,” he growled, “we do not produce weak soldiers.” But she couldn’t stop. “Wipe her clean and start again.” He ordered.

“No!” She pleaded as she thrashed and screamed for them to let her go.

“He’s not doing well.” It’s been nearly a few hours since they took Bucky out of cyro and he hasn’t been responding at all to any of the doctors, Sam and even Steve.

Tony refused to let Y/N see Bucky yet for he feared that Bucky might do something unpredictable and threaten her safety so he kept her company in the little lounge room just a few rooms away from where Bucky was staying.

“Why? Whats wrong?” A concerned Y/N inquired T’Challa.

“He’s just in some sort of trance? He’s not speaking to any of us, not even Captain Rogers.” He explained with a deep frown.

Y/N turned to Tony with a look on her face. He immediately turned her down with furrowed eyebrows and a shake of his head, “No.” Y/N huffed at him.

“Tony, what the hell am I supposed to do around here? I can’t just sit down and do nothing.” She snapped. “You have no control whatsoever over this man. What makes you think he won’t kill you when he finds out who you are?”

“Tony -,” But T’challa interjected, “What do you mean by when he finds out who you are?” Damn it Tony, Y/N cursed in her head.

Tony parted his lips and let out a stressed out sigh, “It doesn’t matter.” He muttered. But T’challa took a step forward and shook his head, “Yet it matters to me, Mr. Stark and I’m sure it matters to Captain Rogers and the rest of the people in this facility.”

Y/N fought her urge to get inside of T’challa’s head.

The room was silent and filled with unbearable tension. “Your highness, -” Tony started, but was cut off, “I’d like to here it from Doctor Y/N herself.“

She really did try to reject her need to get inside the Wakandan king’;s head, but the weight on her chest became intolerable so she gave in.

“He said it doesn’t matter, your highness.” Her voice turned cold and eerie as well as her eyes; they swirled with grey and hints of gold.

T’Challa sucked in a breath and stepped back, “Alright, I shall not question you any further. My apologies for prodding.”

Tony whipped his head to the direction of Y/N and gaped at her, “Y/N,” he frowned, but she ignored him instead she kept her eyes trained of T’Challa, “Your highness, please accompany me to Mr. Barnes’ room.”

Before she could even step foot out of the room, Tony yanked her arm back and shook his head, “He isn’t stable yet, Y/N. You don’t know him like I do.”

Y/N pulled back her arm and furrowed her eyebrows, “Tony, you don’t even know him at all.” With that, she left the room with her heart pounding hard against her chest because she just had a feeling that maybe Tony was right.

T’Challa guided her down the hallway then ushered her into the room. There she saw Steve with a glum look on his face then she saw the man she had anticipated meeting; James.

He sat on the edge of the bed. His long, dark hair fell on his face, shielding his eyes. She wondered what color they were - were they a shade of brown? or maybe jade?

“Doctor,” Sam greeted with a creased forehead. Everyone’s attention fell on her except for Bucky’s, he was still glaring at the blank wall in front of him.

“Tony told me that he didn’t want you here.” Y/N bit her lip and nodded, “Yes, but I just wanted to see if he was fine for myself.” She shrugged.

Steve sighed, “It’s like he’s brain dead.”

Y/N took a few steps towards the silent Bucky until she stood right in front of him. Steve and the others quickly tried to stop her, but she insisted, “It’s fine.”

She bent down to meet his eyes, her hands resting softly on his knees. His eyes were the prettiest blue eyes she’s ever seen.

Then she got into his head and she saw what he saw, she felt what he felt and she felt like she was drowning in hot magma.

His nightmares were her nightmares.

She relived his memory of falling from the freight train, Steve’s face being the last familiar face he’d see in a long time. Then she felt this burning sensation in her arm that just kept burning.

And next she saw his demons, felt his torture for the past 75 years and counting.

“I can feel you in my head.” Bucky muttered, glassy eyes peering into glassier ones.

This was Y/N’s cue to stop, but she didn’t and that got her in trouble.

Longing, rusted, 17, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car.

Bucky’s eyes turned dark, his metal arm flexed and he had a sudden urge to choke Y/N to death. But before he could get his hands on her, Y/N had backed away in fright.

Steve held Bucky back, but Bucky was too strong and furious. He threw Steve across the room like a rag doll and charged for Y/N.

Y/N raised her arms in attempt to shield herself from him, “Stop!” She shrieked and Bucky halted. He felt frozen. “Get her out of here!” Y/N didn’t notice Tony running into the room, screaming at everyone. He quickly yanked her up to her feet and rushed her out the room. “I knew it! Didn’t I tell you that man is not stable!” He spat. Y/N still had tears running down her chin and horror in her eyes. She clung onto Tony and sobbed into his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get into his head!” She cried. Tony instantly felt remorseful for yelling at her and embraced her tightly, “Its okay, we’ll leave.” But Y/N shook her head and sobbed a few times before saying, “No! I h-have to help him.” Tony parted his lips to speak, but Steve along with Sam marched into the room with a grim, furious look on their faces. “Who the hell are you?”

[namjoonchronicles]

[After Ending] #2 Scarlet Heart: Moon Lovers 3rd Prince - Prince Wang Yo ; [Prince of Thorns]

[A/N] Would you look at that. My baby-daddy. Hotness.

“Is she getting any better at all with these drugs?” You whined. The nurse gave a lopsided smile, “...It’s hard to say. Dr. Jeong doesn’t seem too happy when he reviewed the early case today, or maybe we’ve misinterpreted his expression. Did you turn him down again?” The nurse joked. Your mom gave you a hopeful face. She has always wanted you to marry a doctor but for some reason, you’re not ready to spent lonely nights.

“Let’s not get hopeful for no reason…” you turned to your mother with both your eyebrows raised, “...And he’s just gloomy because he knows what my answers are. He needs to calm the fish down.” You glanced to the nurse.

Noon classes started but everyone understood why you’re late. It doesn’t surprise anyone anymore. You were constantly late. It was the only class you had to seat without your best friend. All because you failed it last semester. And it’s not that you don’t understand the lessons, it was just time consuming and irrelevant, in your defense. The only good thing about the class is that there’s this gorgeously cute, Byun Hwang Eun and you’re stupidly in love with him. And there he is, looking down on his note, twirling the pen in his long pretty fingers. Looking sinfully handsome in plain white shirt, and torned jeans. His hair is chestnut brown and all over the place, but heck, don’t he look ravishingly, radiant?

“If there’s a prince in this world, they should look at least, half as good as he is.” You mewled, propping your elbow, to rest your chin on.

And as you imagined him and you, holding hands, skipping with the rainbows behind you, he snapped his head in your direction and you suddenly heard your name being called. “Your phone is ringing.” Your lecturer reminded you and rushed your hand into your pocket and fish them out while passing Hwang Eun a sweet smile as you walked down the stairs, “Flirt with you later.” You brazenly say, earning a chuckle from your classmates. You didn’t see it, but Eun should be grinning ear to ear by now.

“Hello. What’s up.” You said, leaning by the nearest vending machine when a junior was trying to purchase a canned coffee, you glared at him, holding your phone, “Do you mind?” And he scrammed away. “Calling from Seoul’s Appraisers Main Office, how soon would you like to be appraised?” The female from the other end said.

“Oh, I’m not for sale.” You said, mindlessly. “Yes, miss...Human trafficking is illegal, and we haven’t appraised humans since The Joseon Women remains were found back in 2011, Professor Jong Seok emailed us regarding a jewelry you owned, so we would like to know when you want it to be appraised, and by who?” This lady was keeping her professional tone while you were almost fainting laughing at your stupidity. “...Sorry,” you snorted, clearly haven’t gotten over the unattended joke you just created, “...I just. Right.” You cleared your throat and try to be serious for once.

“...I’m not sure what his name was, but, I think it’s Yeo, something.” You shake your head, pushing your hair back. “...Wang Il Yeo, is it?” She mentioned and it has a familiar bell to it, so you figured, “Yes. Yeah.It sounds like it.” You said.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Wang Il Yeo is out of the country until next month, we will contact you once he is available…” She sounded as if she’s ready to hang up the call. “But wait, don’t you have other appraisers working there, who isn’t as busy?” You hurried to say, “I don’t have a month to wait.” You added. The surgery is bound the 15th of this month. You only have days.

“We will call you.” She said and hung up. And it was just then, Yeo came to his office. “I’ll head straight to the basement to appraise Dr. Kim’s acrylic one piece, so I won’t be meeting any clients after 2pm, alright?” He taps twice on the desk and unbuttoned his suit. The female assistant of his nodded with a polished smile. “Understood, sir.” She affirmatively replied. Her partner who was sitting next to her, “I want your boss.” She suggestively eyed Yeo’s attractive back side, who’s walking farther down the hallway.

“Calm your tits, so does everyone else.” She glides her eyes to the side. “I’ve just finished a phone call with a possible female stalker. This one, actually sounded very convincing. But my inner instinct goes off with the mention of her name, and so I kicked her out of the park, saying the boss isn’t here to entertain her, when he actually is.” She batted her lashes, proud of what she had done.

Camera flashes. Roller chairs, leather gloved hands, impressive focus and skillful work. A Buddhist monk, standing with his hand pointed outward, his lips curved into a blinding smile. “...The crown is highly detailed, and the flower crown on his lap suggests that the piece is probably carved between 160 to 175 B.C. Actual time of creation can only be accurately determined with carbon dating, but the process may damage the specimen. As the owner understood.” Yeo spoke to the voice recorder he held in his hand, while keeping his sharp gaze on the piece.

Zooming in through his expensive camera, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he only had his dress shirt on, the top two buttons left unbuttoned for his comforts. His pitch black hair compliments his dark brown orbs. And one could agree if an attractive piece of art is appraising another piece of art. His face was incomparable. His impressive heights is something else, too. The images loaded to the laptop next to him, and he rolls his chair to check it. He takes off his gloves to run his beautiful long fingers on the pads. A few emails entered, but he hovered his eyes to the screen, forever focusing on his work. He spends hours on it. Even forgetting to eat. He never once bothered to have lunch with anybody, so he had his Subway sandwiches delivered to him by his assistant. His phone had been vibrating, but he threw nothing more than a uninterested glance on it before resuming his work.

Out of thin curiosity, Yeo typed ‘Wang Yeo’ in the search bar of his web browser. Then he looks away to the statue he was appraising, nonchalantly, wondering if he is missing any part to appraise. Maybe he will look for it, a little late. All the focusing had made his head spin. He should have scrolled down those raunchy selfies his ‘girlfriends’ sent him, but he wasn’t in the mood. He blinks, and hung his head down, before turning to the laptop screen. “...Wang Yeo is the 3rd prince to King Taejo, and he reign from 945 to 949 A.D.” And then he pauses, “...so he’s real?”

He went to read about the descendants, the stories and tragedies that happened within the Goryeo dynasty and was deep into the revelations when he was interrupted by his grumbling stomach. He took the elevator to the upper floor and though he intended to go to first floor, the elevator stops on the ground level, and when it opens, he heard a commotion. “No, I need to just talk to the appraisers right now… You said they’re here, and I can go meet them, why are you stopping me like this.” A female voice coursed through the halls and Yeo was intrigued, and due to his curiosity, poked his head out the doors to see who it was.

This girl who looks rather frail to be holding you this tight, proves that looks may deceive. You just wanted to see one appraiser, didn’t matter who it was. You desperately need it done today, so you could sell the jewellery. “Okay, what the hell is going on!” Yeo roared through the halls, marching straight to the front desk where his assistant stood. A card left abandoned on the floor and because Yeo hates litters in his office, he picks it up and read his own name on it. “...I told you we will give you a call when he’s free.”

You yanked your hand out of her grasp, forcefully. “...You keep repeating your words, I can’t even trust you anymore. I came to see this Wang Yeo person,” you were intruded by this tall lad, whose face you didn’t look at properly, “...Wang Il Yeo.” He corrected and you resumed, “Yes. Wang Il Yeo guy, and when you say he’s out of the country, I said, fine… get me another appraiser, and you’re just taking way too long, and I’m desperate need of an appraiser. This is an emergency.” You stabbed the desk with your index finger, demanding her to listen to you. “Did she call for an appointment?” Yeo glanced to his assistant.

“...Yes. But she didn’t seem serious.” She replied and you gawked at her. “Unbelievable.” You cussed. “Excuse me, I’m going to find myself a gawd damn appraiser.” You snatched your shoe box from the desk and starts walking away. “I’m Wang Il Yeo, I’ll do your appraising.” He said suddenly and you turned to face him. He moves his head to you and like his, your eyes glint in undeniable familiarity.

“Umbrella guy!” You cried and he drops his head and smiled.

He took you down to his basement office and turned the lights on, and you could see all the other artworks he was doing appraisals on. “...You were. Heavily occupied and here I was, bickering on.” Yeo didn’t seem to mind that, he was foolishly smiling all the while since he met you and even he, found it odd. “...What piece are you working on, currently?” You asked, careful to keep your hands on your bag straps. “The Dr. Kim’s Golden Monk.” He answered. “It’s halfway done.”

You nodded, understanding it. “...And it totals up to how much so far?” He shrugged, “Possibly 10 to 12 million Won.”

Your jaws hang open. Which reminded you, you haven’t asked…

“How much is your service?” You blurted out almost too suddenly, he almost stumbled upon nothing. He was just going across the room to get his tools, and with you asking that auspiciously intimate question (at least, he perceived it as intimate), he was literally unprepared. His hand quickly flew to the back of his neck, and rubbing it, he could feel his face heating up, praying to Lord it isn’t showing much.

“If you put it that way, it sounds...wrong. We call it, appraising service, so it’ll help if you added the word ‘appraise’ into the question, that it would be considered appropriate, but,” he starts blabbering in a quick pace until he realize what he was doing that he held his tongue to a pause, and breathes in, “...it depends.” He lied.

You peered at him, signifying that you noticed the hesitation in his voice. “On what.” You shot back, flipping through his notes brazenly, inspecting his work space with your wolf eyes. And when he realizes he did not have an answer to that, (because he usually charge a standard 300,000 Won per case or by hours he worked on them), he spat out, “260.”

“Two hundred sixty, won?” You asked. He half nodded, half shook his head, “...Thousand.”

Your jaw dropped again. “Do I get to sleep with you why does it cost so much, do I get to see pandas?” You blurted without thinking. And Yeo just stood there, his eyes were shaking and it was the first time in his life that he felt...intimidated. You held your mouth to what you just said, when it registered in you that you’ve just mention a horrendous thing to a stranger that you’ve just met. You snapped in his direction. “Forget what I just say.” You hurried to say, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, something stuck in your throat as you carried your item, “...Let me take my shoebox home.” You forced out a stringent smile and lunged for the door but before your short legs could get you there, you heard him say, “...Hold on, what why?”

You turned your heels to face him. Looking at the floor where he stood, and drifted your eyes every where but to his, you stammered, “...I-I. I can’t afford you.” You nodded, in a an awkward way. “...I cannot. Afford your service. Your appraisal service.” You corrected. And then you were back in your way, and when your hand gripped the handle to the door, you heard his footsteps halted just a metre from you, and he said.

“I won’t charge you…” He shot, in a hurry. “I’ll do it without charging you.”

You were back on the side of his tall stool, amorously watching him work. He had his black leather gloves on, he placed his magnifying glass close to his side, and you brought the shoe box on his work desk. “Why were you so desperately wanting it to be appraised?” He asked, his voice sounded very professional and you were just drawn to the sexiness of its tone that it took you awhile to answer. You mentally scold yourself for being so distractible. “Umm. Just.” You shrugged. “I wanted to sell it. It means nothing to me, and it has been in the family for so long, and we couldn’t find a purpose for it, so I guess, I’m selling it, so we won’t starve.” You pursed your lips. You clearly didn’t have the sense of longing to it, so it was easy for you to say.

Yeo opened the shoebox with extra care, not wanting to damage any of it before making a thorough inspection. And here you are, thinking that the shoebox had been dropped while you wait for the bus to get here, almost left behind when you were leaving for class this morning and floated above the pond in your college because a kid was playing with it. Maybe it’s not worth any money anymore, and you probably be wasting this handsome mans’ time for appraising a worthless dime. You were already anxious. You studied his face, taking the full opportunity to ogle on his beautiful features while he’s working.

Can anyone be born, this gorgeous? Look at that tall bridge of a cute nose. Everything about him screams wealth. I wonder how much money he makes. Must be quite plenty, because look at that wrist watch. How many ladies is he courting? Ten? Twenty?

No rings. Long fingers. Long slender fingers. Oh what those fingers can do to a girl.

“Excuse me?” You heard him say, he glided his eyes away from the magnifying glass and to you. You perked both eyebrow because you didn’t hear what he said. “...Everything okay? This job can get a little boring. Why don’t you wait outside, maybe you’ll be comfortable there…” He smiled, and added a chuckle. “Oh no I’m staying here. It’s much more fun here, looking at you…” You blinked in surprised to what just came out of you, “...Looking at this…” you glanced to the only piece of frame hanging on his wall, “That. Thing. There… so magnificent.” You corrected yourself, praying that he just skipped the whole ogling thing. He turned to see what you meant and he chuckles, dropping his head then glances to you, “That’s a calendar. Two years ago.” He said.

“Is it considered, antique?” You knew you didn’t make any sense but who the hell cares now. He was spending awful 30 minutes on the box containing the hairpin alone and you just wanted to tell him there’s another thing he needs to look at besides those box. Sure, dragon carvings on decadent oak is astonishing, but there’s a more important thing. If only you could lay your head on this desk of his, you could view his face better. Would it be too obvious, if you did?

Next: (Final)

[yodepalma]

ffxv rarepairs week day 6: spooning (take two)

Title: something to believe in | ao3 link

Pairing: Aranea Highwind/Cindy Aurum

Rating: Teen

Summary: Aranea is exhausted when she gets to Hammerhead, and all she wants is hot food and some sleep. Good thing her girlfriend is willing to oblige her.

By the time Aranea gets back to Hammerhead, she’s tired enough that she almost falls asleep waiting for the gate to open. The daemons have been getting stronger as the endless night wears on, and it’s starting to take a toll on everyone. Even the hunters guarding the fence look grim and exhausted, clutching their weapons like they expect a daemon to materialize in the midst of the daemon-repelling lights. She nods to them as she walks by, making a beeline for the diner. She hopes Takka hasn’t shipped out for Lestallum yet.

No such luck. The only people in there are a couple of half-asleep hunters and Gladiolus’ little sister. She almost groans at the sight of her. It’s not that she doesn’t like Iris—she’s rather convinced it’s impossible not to—but she just doesn’t have the energy to deal with the kid right now. Iris is perpetually cheerful, and it can be utterly exhausting when Aranea just wants to sleep.

“Oh, you look beat,” Iris says as Aranea leans her lance against the counter. “Rough night?”

“Ran into a couple red giants on the way back.” Aranea frowns around at the boxes of supplies crowding the room. She’s not a great cook to begin with, but now she doesn’t even know where to start.

Iris makes a sympathetic noise and gestures toward the stools. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll make you something to eat.”

Aranea hesitates, but before she can say that it isn’t necessary, one of the hunters whines, “You never offer to make me food.”

Iris picks up a chef’s knife and points it at her with a scowl. “Go fight two red giants by yourself. Then we’ll talk food.”

See, this is why she likes Iris. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. Including Aranea.

“And you.” Iris turns back to Aranea and waggles the knife threateningly. She’s too damn cute for it to make Aranea nervous, even though she knows what Iris is capable of. “Sit down. I’m cooking.”

Well, far be it from Aranea to argue a direct order from the Daemon Slayer. She slides onto the stool and laces her fingers together on top of the bar. “Yes, ma’am.”

Iris giggles at her and reaches for the supplies. She seems to know her way around the kitchen well enough, so Aranea lets herself lean on the bar instead of trying to help. Gods, but she would do obscene things for a glass of wine and hot bath.

She’s happy to settle for a handmade meal from Iris, though. It’s not every day Iris is willing to cook for anyone but the Marshal.

It’s even rarer that she stops to eat with people, but once the food’s done, she settles onto the stool next to Aranea’s and presses her for the details of the hunt. Aranea obliges her between mouthfuls, and she’s so focused on the food and the story she completely misses Cindy’s entrance. At least until an arm is tossed over her shoulders and she catches the scent of motor oil and perfume that clings to Cindy’s skin no matter how hot she gets in the garage.

“Hey, doll,” Cindy says, leaning into Aranea’s side. “I see I’ve been passed over in favor of food again.”

Aranea grins up at her. “In my defense, eating you isn’t nearly as filling. Thought I’d build up my energy first.”

Iris snorts with laughter, but Cindy just makes a little tsking noise. “Oh no, sweetheart, you’re getting some sleep first. You look dead on your feet.”

Aranea sighs, but Cindy’s not wrong. If anything, the food is making her feel even more tired. She could probably fall asleep right here and wouldn’t wake up for a solid ten hours. Even if she fell off her seat.

Cindy gives her shoulders a soft squeeze. “I was just getting ready to hit the hay myself when I heard rumors that you were back. Why don’t you come to bed when you’re done talking with Iris?”

“Oh, we can always finish the conversation later!” Iris leans around Aranea to stare at Cindy with imploring eyes. “You should drag her to bed. Or else she’ll go around checking on everyone like she did last time.”

“We definitely don’t want a repeat of that.” Cindy curls some of Aranea’s hair around a finger and gives it a gentle tug. “What do you say, doll? Gonna get some shut-eye with me?”

“I don’t think the two of you are giving me a choice.” Aranea huffs, but she doesn’t really mind them ganging up on her. “Come on, before I change my mind.”

Cindy links her elbow with Aranea’s as they walk across the lot to her little apartment behind the shop. Aranea can’t help feeling a little smug as people watch them. Cindy’s got quite the fan club among the hunters in these parts, and she’s never given any of them the time of day.

The apartment is tiny and a bit cramped, but it feels strangely cavernous without Cid there to make unsubtle threats about what he’ll do if Aranea breaks his precious granddaughter’s heart. Not that he doesn’t make enough threats when Aranea stops by to bother him in Lestallum.

Getting ready for bed together still feels familiar even though they don’t spend as much time with each other as they’d like. Aranea finishes up first, not having the energy to linger, and she flops onto the bed without bothering to put pajamas on. After spending weeks sleeping in her ship and havens, the mattress feels almost sinfully soft. And it smells like Cindy, which is even better.

“You gonna let me join you?” Cindy asks as she turns off the light. “Or should I go be lonely on the couch?”

Aranea groans, but she rolls onto her side. Cindy slides under the covers behind her, curling around Aranea with a content little sigh. “I’m glad you’re back,” she says, pressing her lips to the back of Aranea’s neck. “Wish you could stop by more often.”

Aranea reaches for Cindy’s hand and pulls it up to her lips for a kiss. “We can make up for lost time in the morning,” she says. “And when the sun rises again, I’ll stick around as long as you want.”

Cindy curls around her more closely, and Aranea can feel her lips curl up in a smile against her neck. “No, you won’t.” She doesn’t even sound upset when she says that. “You like traveling and fighting too much.”

“Maybe.” Aranea thinks about how tired she is every time she comes home. How much longer the pain lingers after every fight. How Cindy’s firm insistence on taking care of her makes everything hurt less. Sometimes it’s all enough to make her wish she had never picked up this life. “But I think I like you more.”