#wide hips narrow waist we need to scissor

[gladiatorcunt]

and if i said uraume is a femboy in the sense that they’re trans masc leaning but his boy pussy game is off the charts

[justthehiddleswrites]

Eat Your Words | Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Female Reader

A/N:  It is Tom’s birthday!  My third one here celebrating.  And boy did I bring the filth.  Please read the warnings. And huge shoutout to @frostbitten-written​ for giving me the plot idea!  You are a smut sister of the first order!!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Reader

Summary:  You mercilessly tease your husband about how amazing Loki is and how good he would be in bed.  You never realized that could be a reality.

Warnings: SMUT, sexual acts include: vaginal sex, anal sex, masturbation, anal fingering, double penetration (mouth and vagina, vagina and ass), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of voyeurism, a small bit of m/m kissing, cursing, aftercare, vaginal fingering

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Tom knew about your not-so-secret obsession. You were a horrid liar and more so talking in your sleep.

“What are you reading, darling?” Tom tried peeking over your shoulder, but you slam the laptop shut.

“How about mind your business, Hiddleston?” You scrunched your nose at him.

“So more Loki porn.” he smirked as he walked past.

“The word is smut. And no.” You stared him down and he stared right back at you, leaning over the arm of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow. You squirmed in place. “It was fan art.”

“Cock or no cock?”

You grew hot. “Cock.” you threw a pillow. “Happy?”

Tom caught the pillow in the air and placed it back on the couch.

“No. How many times do I have to tell you to not throw the pillows?” His face broke out into a wide grin before plopping on the couch. “What is your fascination with Loki, darling? You realize I play Loki?” He clutched his chest. “If I wasn’t so self-assured, I might become jealous.”

You set your laptop down and sat up, rubbing his thigh. “Darling, I’m sorry…” Tom turned and smiled at you. “… but there is no way you can compare to Loki.” You burst into giggles and took off running, Tom fast behind you. He crouched down at the entrance to where the stairs are. The only thing between you and freedom was your husband.

“Take it back.” he growled.

“No. You are impressive, Tom. But Loki has the cock of a god.”

“One of these days you are going to have to eat your words.” Tom’s face broke out into a grin.

“Make me, Hiddleston.” you grinned back, bouncing back and forth.

He stood up, smile gone. “You don’t really want that, darling. Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, what, you have Loki staying in the spare bedroom?” you mocked. “Get real, honey. Loki is a fiction and you are the man who plays him. You are my husband and I love you, but no one could fuck me like a god.”

Tom sighed. “I warned you, darling. If I catch you this time, I will show no mercy.” He chuckled. “And neither will he.” he muttered under his breath.

You barreled towards him before attempting to duck under his arm as you shoved all your body weight against him. Tom rolled his eyes and easily lifted you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down, Tom!” You pounded your fists against his back.

He carried you up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, dropping you onto the bed and walking towards a chair in the corner.

“Why am I here, Tom?” you glanced around.

Tom gestured to the other side of the room. “Ask your boyfriend.” he smirked.

You spun around to see a flash of light dissipate in the air. To find Loki standing there. In full armor.

“Now Thomas,” his voice deep and resonant. “We haven’t officially discussed my title.” he smirked as he strolled to where you are sitting.

Loki hooked a finger under your chin and took you in.

“What do you think?” Tom asked from the corner. He shifted in his seat. “She’s feisty.”

“Excuse you?” you snapped back. “I don’t know what you think you are playing at Hiddleston, but…” You stood, wagging your finger at him. Loki snatched your wrist, pulling you back against him.

“You married well, Thomas.” Loki hummed. Tom smiled from his chair. Loki cupped your cheek. “Very well.”

As he pressed you against his torso, you noticed Loki’s erection hard against you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off… again.

“Tell me, pet.” His fingers ran down from your temple to your chin. “Is this how you imagined it?”

Your brow furrowed. “Imagine what?” You pushed away from him, only to slam back against Tom. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is…”

“Enough!” Loki yelled and turned away. “I know all about what you say about me, dove.” He settled into the chair once occupied. “How you read stories about my prowess in bed.” He took off his boots and wrist guard. “Drooled over art of my cock.” With a flick of the wrist, he removed his tunic and armor, leaving himself in just his trousers. He leaned forward licking his lips. “Dreamed of me fucking you.”

You gasped and glared at Tom. “YOU TOLD HIM!?”

“Not that he needed to.” Loki shifted in his seat and lowered his trousers just enough to pop his cock free. “Any hacker could find your browser history. And reading stories about being fucked by me and your darling Thomas…” Loki clicked his tongue as he stroked his shaft. “… naughty.”

Tom reached over and cupped your face. “Is this the fantasy, darling? Me AND him?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just say the word.”

You stared up at him and then your eyes trailed down to find Tom sporting a raging hard on. You shifted your weight and peeked around Tom to spy Loki still stroking himself. He gave you a wink.

“I don’t have all day.” Loki called out.

You had to admit the thought of the whole scenario was too erotic for words. Your mouth was suddenly dry, all the moisture in your body, pooled elsewhere.

“Yes.” you nodded.

Tom smiled and leaned in to kiss you, slipping your straps down off your shoulders. You reached out and cupped his cock through his jeans. A flash of light covered you and Tom, causing your clothes to disappear.

“Much better.” Loki growled from his seat, now naked as well. He motioned the two of you towards the bed. “Go on. Entertain me. Show me how well you fuck your wife.” His lips curled into a devious grin.

Tom eased you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. He could sense your nerves. “Just think of it like when we met on set. And my modesty sock fell off?”

You chuckled and nodded. Tom nipped at the spot behind your ear and you let loose a soft gasp. His hands traveled down to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipple into a hard pebble.

Loki grunted through his teeth.

“Darling…” Tom moaned, twisted so you were on top. His fingers find your folds wet. “Wet already?”

“Of course she is.” Loki commented, he stood and walked towards the bed. He ran his hand down your back and cupped your ass before slipping down, plunging a long finger inside of you.

He hummed. “Thomas, if you don’t move things along, I may just take her myself and make you watch.”

“Why don’t you both take me right now?” you purred, placing kisses along Tom’s neck and chest while Loki curled his finger inside of you and Tom lazily played with your clit.

“What a splendid idea, pet.” Loki commented. “The best idea I’ve heard so far.” He grabbed you by the waist and hauled you up, placing you on the bed on all fours.

Tom shifted around to be behind you, smoothing his hands over your ass. He bent over to whisper in your ear.

“Remember darling, how you commented about the cock of a god?”

You noticed Loki kneeling in front of her. His cock dripped pre cum from the tip. He was big, even bigger than Tom.

“Fuck me….” you hissed. Tom pushed into you with a snap.

“As you wish, darling. But now it is also time to eat your words.”

Your jaw dropped open to snap back at Tom, when Loki pushes his cock into his mouth.

You groaned against his cock, gagging slightly as he pushed most of his impressive length down her throat.

Loki groaned. “Thomas, she is exquisite. Why have you been hiding her away?”

Tom gripped your hips and snapped against you. “The same reason I hide everything away from you. I don’t want to share.”

You moaned as they thrusted into you in conjunction. Loki was more forceful than Tom. You hollowed your cheeks to suck off Loki.

“You’ve never had a problem sharing before.” Loki growled and pulled Thomas towards him, leaning over you by the scruff of his neck.

Loki’s lips pressed against Tom’s and he moaned. Loki pulled Tom’s head forward and slipped his tongue into Tom’s mouth. Tom groaned as he did the same.

You overheard the lips smacking and the mental image tipped you over the edge and you screamed around Loki’s cock and clenched hard around Tom, shuddering.

Loki pulled away and chuckled. He lifted your face to stare at him. “Did you cum little pet at the sounds of me making out with our dear Thomas?” Loki averted his eyes to stare at Thomas, who had pulled out of you, blushing. “What a naughty girl.” He shifted to lie back on the pillows. “My turn, Thomas.”

Thomas grunted. “She’s not prepared for me yet.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. “Whose problem is that?” Loki spread his legs wide. “Come here, pet, and ride me.”

You crawled over to Loki and straddled his hips. You grabbed his cock and lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh god…” you moaned as you settled against his thighs.

“Yes I am.” He gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth.

Tom stared at Loki. “Can you at least hand me that bottle?” He gestured at the bottle of lube on one pillow.

Your eyes widened. “You’re not going to…”

Loki magicked the bottle into Thomas’s hand. He squirted some on his fingers.

“You’ve been training, haven’t you? Wearing the plug I got you?” Tom’s hand slid between your cheeks, massaged your tight entrance, pressed you against Loki’s chest. “Or is that something else you have been lying to me about?” He slowly sunk his well lubed finger into your ass.

“FUCK…” you hissed. Tom stilled as did Loki to allow you to adjust.

After a few moments, Loki gave you ass a soft smack. “Pet…”

You rocked up and down on him as Tom slowly plunged his finger in and out of you. Soon he added a second one and you cursed again as he scissored them inside of you, opening you up.

“If you would train properly, this would be easier.”

Loki cupped your face. “And next time it will be me.” He kissed your lips. “Although I must say, fucking your cunt is a treat. So wet and tight.” He growled.

Tom pulled out his fingers and squirted out some more lube and ran his hand along his shaft.

“Loki…” Tom gave the god a knowing glance.

“Right…” He pulled you tight against him and kissed you with a passion. His fingers found your clit and stroked it.

Tom eased into you, he panted when he was fully seated against your ass. You were so incredibly tight around him.

“My god… darling… why have we… Loki….” Tom threw his head back when he gently thrusted into you.

Loki released your lips softly, a small trail of saliva connecting your two lips. Your eyes locked for a moment and you saw it, those same kind eyes. Loki smiled which turned to a smirk and soon he was full on grinning.

He bucked his hips and gasped. “You clenched even tighter around me.” He leaned down to purr in your ear. “Let’s see how you milk my cock as you come undone.”

The two of them alternated thrusting into you. Soon you were reduced to a whimpering moaning mess. The only words you knew were “yes” and “don’t stop.” Soon your orgasm washed over you, stronger than ever before.

“FUCK!” you screamed in a now hoarse voice. You spasmed and clenched around both of them before your vision went white.

“Ah… AH!” Loki moaned as he thrusted twice before spilling inside of you. Tom soon followed with a deep grunt, filling your other hole.

You fell against Loki’s chest, sweaty and spent. Loki smoothed down your hair. “You were exquisite, pet.”

Tom crawled beside the two of you, rubbing your back. “You did so well, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek and lips and then pecked Loki’s lips.

“Hmm…” you hummed, still coming down for your high. “Thank you.”

Loki pushed the two of you up and leaned you into Tom’s arms. “Why don’t the two of you get cleaned up and meet me downstairs?” He licked his lips, taking in your form. “We have much to discuss.”

[thefanficmonster]

Infatuation

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: It’s not a secret that Corpse prefers taking care of his hair himself rather than going to a hair salon to get it trimmed and/or tampered. However, he only has so much knowledge of how to properly do it without having to obliterate his budget. Luckily, his girlfriend comes to his rescue.

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the incredibly fluffy request! I’ve been very pumped to write it and now here it finally is - so sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but I still hope you come across it and give it a read! Love, Vy ❤

“Um, what are you doing?“

I just walked into Corpse’s apartment to find him barricaded in the bathroom, giving himself a hair appointment. We were supposed to have a chill night in watching movies, but it seems to me like those plans will either have to be delayed or canceled, given the chaotic state both Corpse and his bathroom are in. I mean, how dumb was I to expect he was actually doing his hair justice when he told me he styled it himself? Why didn’t that immediately raise an army of red flags in my head and lead me to question his methods?

I’m honestly quite jealous of Corpse’s hair. It’s always so soft and silky and no matter how much or how little effort he’s put in it, it always looks good: either evidently carefully styled or boyishly messy, it leaves me with heart-eyes regardless. But to see him massacre it like this, it makes me wish I could report it as a crime.

“Ain’t obvious?“ He sounds rather frustrated and I feel at least slightly better due to this fact. He deserves to be as frustrated as I am by the sight of the crap he’s doing. “Sorry, you’re gonna have to wait for me for...a little while. I just need to get this under control and, um, clean the mess. Sorry for ruining your night like this, babe. I-I really wasn’t planning on it to take this long but I forgot to buy one of the products and I thought I could wing it without it but...I very clearly can’t so...“

“Please, stop talking. I don’t need to know what sins you’ve committed - if I do I’ll probably have to give you the silent treatment for like a week or so.“ I call out to him as I quickly skip over to the kitchen to leave the food I bought on my way over before returning to the bathroom and carefully taking a step inside, mindful of where there are hair strands on the tiles. Even severed, his hair is beautiful and I have a ton of respect for it - ok fine, I adore it. Corpse definitely doesn’t appreciate it properly. I walk over to the shower, reaching out to the two shelves inside which are lined with different types of hair products. “Oh fuck...“ I let out the whisper without even realizing it because I’m so stunned by the brands I see on those shelves. “Corpse, um, what the actual fuck?”

He turns to me, eyes wide and terrified because of my menacing tone. “What? What is it?” His gaze searches the spot where mine was just pointed at, looking for anything that could’ve provoked such a reaction from me. Seeing nothing but the hair products, he meets my deadly glare yet again, “What’s wrong?”

Alright, this man-child needs some serious help

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.“ I say, stomping towards the exit of the bathroom, “You’re gonna stay here and wait for me to come back and don’t you DARE, even touch your hair, let alone bring a pair of scissors or any chemical near it. Copy?“

“Copied and pasted, ma’am.“ He salutes me, knowing better than to ask questions when I enter my commander role. There are quite a few things that set me off into this bossy-ass persona, and hair mistreatment is most definitely one of them. Thing is, Corpse doesn’t know that. Well, he didn’t know that, pretty sure he’s guessed it by now.

Feeling myself soften at his obedience and trust, I give him a smile and a wink over my shoulder as I go to grab my bag and leave the apartment to complete my mission, “Good boy.”

                                                              *  *  *

“Isn’t that a lot better?“ I ask, gently running my fingers through Corpse’s freshly cut, washed and dried hair. I’ve spent a good five minutes just smoothing through it with my fingers. I bet he’s expecting me to say ‘my precious‘ at any moment now, and trust me it’s tempting, but I still don’t, I won’t give him the pleasure of predicting my actions. Wow, we’ve really reached that level of being familiar with one another that I predict that he’s predicting what I’m gonna do next. While I’m a guessing game for him, I tend to think of myself as more of an open book. You just gotta be fluent in the language it’s written in to understand it.

I’ve gone off-topic, my bad.

“Yeah, you’re a lot less scary now.“ He tells me, his hand finding mine in his hair and taking it to his lips to place a kiss on my knuckles.

We’re positioned so that we’re in front of the bathroom mirror with Corpse seated in a chair in front of me and I’m for once in my life towering over him from behind. Our height difference was threatening to be a hinderance in my work on his hair, but we easily figured it out.

I can’t help but laugh, “You know what I meant.“ I curl one of his already curly strands around the pointer finger of the hand that’s still wandering around the soft dark curls while the other remains in his gentle hold, resting on his shoulder.

“And you know what I meant.“ He shifts in his seat to look at me directly, not via the mirror, “Since when do you have a hair infatuation?“

I roll my eyes and retract my hands, defensively folding my arms over my chest, “It’s not an infatuation with hair, dummy. It’s an infatuation with your hair.” I correct him, doing quick work of styling the stray strands that fall over his forehead and eyes. “I really like your hair, you already know that. I can’t handle the thought you’re doing such a shitty job taking care of it.”

He shrugs, furrowing his brows, “Hey, I was buying top-shelf products, cost me a fortune every month, my hair was being treated like royalty.”

I roll my eyes once again, “High price doesn’t always equal high quality, Corpse. Did you ever stop to read what was in those products?” I don’t let him answer, I don’t need him to confirm what I already know. “Even if you did - which you didn’t - you wouldn’t know what each of those ingredients do to your hair. You see, taking care of hair, especially hair like yours, takes patience and knowledge. It’s practically an art form. It’s not like you can just buy any product that has ‘suitable for curly hair’ on it. There’s a lot more to that.”

It’s only after I finish my monologue that I realize he’s looking at me with amazed amusement in his gaze, almost like a parent listening to their kid talk about their wish of becoming an astronaut. “Since when do you know so much about hair? You’ve been using the same shampoo and conditioner since I know you and now you wanna lecture me on hair care?”

I raise an eyebrow at him, exasperated by his stubbornness on the matter, “Who said being consistent with your hair products is a bad thing? You know, frequent changing of brands has the potential of being damaging as much as aiding.” I explain with the most amount of patience I can muster, now taking over the parent role myself, “And as for your previous question, I know so much because my mother is a hairdresser.”

His eyes widen in surprise. I can practically see the gears in his brain turning as he tries to recall if I’ve ever told him this before.

“How come I don’t know that?“ He asks finally after a long moment of silence. “Why haven’t you told me?”

“You ask that as though I just tell you things like that on the regular. Did you also want me to drop the info that my dad’s a mechanic in passing conversation about video games? Cause that’s a little hard to shoehorn in....“ He cuts off my sarcastic rambling with a brief peck to the lips. He’s the only person allowed to shut me up, and only like that. Anything else will earn him either an earful or a silent treatment. 

Just kidding....unless...

“So, does that mean you’re continuing the family business?“ he asks when he pulls away, “I mean, you’re technically my personal hairdresser now.“

I furrow my brows playfully, “Wait, what? Since when?”

“Since I hired you approximately an hour ago.“ He beams up at me, satisfied that I’ve fallen in his trap.

“And what about my payment?“ I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

He looks to be contemplating for a second before he stands up from the chair, taking my hand in his leading me out of the bathroom, “Well, each appointment you’ll give me a different price, Miss Y/L/N. But, considering today was your first day, I choose to pay you with dinner.“ He sends a wink my way, laughing when he’s met with an unamused expression on my part as I stop in my tracks, causing him to halt his movements as well.

“You really plan on paying me with the dinner I bought?“ I raise an eyebrow at him, freeing my hand from his so I can put both my hands on my hips for the complete 'I’m far from impressed’ look.

“Yeah...? Problem?“ He asks, faking nervousness and guilt as he closes the distance between us, once again returning to the default of towering over me instead of it being the other way around.

“Several actually. First of all...“ I raise my finger in the air accusingly, ready to go off but the arm that wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground causes my words to die down, evaporating in a frightened squeal, “Corpse no!! Put me down!“

Of course, he ignores me, carrying me into the living room while I don’t know whether to thrash or stay as still as possible. 

Tsk, so much for gratitude

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[zkyfall]

Running a Tight Ship (Sevika/Silco )

Sevika helps Silco relax after a stressful week. Her metal arm may not have been designed for this but it certainly gets the job done.

Sevika/Silco

NSFW

Anal Fingering, Light Dom/Sub. Sevika being sassy

 shout to @simpfiles​ for helping me spellcheck

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37414564

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"Alright, boss, you're clearly pent up this week and taking it out on everyone so bend over the fucking desk already and let me take care of it." Sevika opens strongly, cutting through the thick tension in Silco’s smoke-filled office.

"I am not pent up , Sevika." Silco sneers, glaring up from his paperwork before taking another drag from his third cigar of the day. Pausing to let the sweet tobacco fill his mouth before continuing.

"I'm simply sick and tired of having to clean up every chem baron's mess on a bi-weekly basis."

At that, his Second-in-Command stands from the plush couch and stalks over to his chair, jerking it and Silco back from the desk. "Yeah I don't care about the details, Boss," Sevika snatches the cigar away from his hand and snuffs it out in the overfull ashtray.

"What I care about is not getting chewed out the moment I walk in the damn door."

Silco glares daggers at the ashtray and opens his mouth to really chew her out this time, when suddenly Sevika's hands are on his lithe waist, grabbing him from the chair and roughly depositing him on the desk. Careful not to knock over any of Jinx’s random…gifts…lest she incur even more wrath. For a moment Silco looks like he’s going to fight this. Or at the very least make a show of it. But it has been a long week, so with a quick glance up to confirm there are no children looming in the rafters, the slender man simply sighs and reclines back. Grimacing as the motion sends expense reports cascading to the floor.

"Sevika, if my paperwork is- ugh fine." Silco abandons his remarks as heavy hands begin to pull at his fine attire. Silco waves them off, lifting up narrow hips and unbuttoning his trousers before his lieutenant rips them off with that overpowered prosthetic of hers. "But make it quick, I have a meeting soon."

Sevika grins- all teeth- and yanks Silco's pants off revealing his already half-hard cock, "Yes Sir."

Dutiful as ever, Sevika wastes no time before honing in on the kingpin's weak spots. Her metal claw rakes down his chest, drawing a hiss of pained pleasure from Silco's chapped lips, before reaching into the side drawer for a small container of lube. Dabbing it on her human fingers, she works efficiently, spreading Silco’s thighs with her own muscled ones to give her access to his vulnerable entrance. Sevika's gray eyes are sharp and focused on the man beneath her as she traces the hole with her fingers; dipping into his warmth and scissoring them to spread him wide.

Silco gasps and writhes at the sensation, whining with pent up need, "Unf, please, Sevika."

Her fingers graze that cluster of nerves inside of him, sending a shiver up his spine, before she suddenly ceases her ministrations. Leaning in close to gaze into Silco's mismatched eyes.

"Please what boss? Use those fancy words,” Sevika mocks, delicately plucking at the buttons on his embroidered vest with her prosthetic.

Silco rolls his one good eye shut and groans, "Do we need to do this every time? I told you I have an appointment." The kingpin freezes, then shivers at the sudden sensation of a metal finger tracing the head of his cock. Opening his eyes, he sees his second in command looming over him, face expectant. Those two strong fingers still splitting him open, poised to continue.

"Fine. " he spits. "Sevika, please just fuc" -the tip of a metal finger presses into his slit and he chokes on a sharp inhale, his legs quivering. Spindly hands clutching at his side, crumpling forgotten papers.

”Mistress, please please fuck me with your hand." A lazy smile grows across the lieutenant's face at the sound of her fearless leader's prompt surrender. Like the cat that got the cream, the proud woman releases her grip on Silco’s dick and lazily trails her claw up his stomach. Pushing the vest aside to reveal his soft, maroon shirt.

"Which one, baby?" Sevika purrs, lightly tracing the outline of his nipples with her metal digits . Pinching one cruelly when he doesn’t reply fast enough.

"Goddamnit, you know which one you insufferable woman,” Silco seethes and bucks, pushing down against the hand inside of him -impatiently seeking his own pleasure.

Sevika laughs and relents, sliding her flesh hand out of the way to let her claw take its place with the utmost care. Sliding three digits in to the knuckle in one smooth motion. The kingpin lets out a low moan of ecstasy, reveling at the hard machined edges; the very idea of such a dangerous weapon inside of him sending a bead of precum down his length.

He could be ripped apart by this woman. As desperate as he is to cum, he thinks dimly, he might even let her.

Sharp gray eyes never stray from Silco's face as Sevika bends down close, grasping Silco's neglected cock in her flesh fingers. She pumps it once, then twice; carefully measuring his reactions. Then, with all the coordination of the hardened killer she is, she digs into that bundle of nerves inside of him at the exact same moment she pulls back his foreskin with her fingers, leaning in and blowing directly over the exposed head.

Silco wails, so loud and clear his hands can’t hope to muffle the sound, and erupts, painting cum across his flat stomach. He can only shake and gasp and wait for the stars behind his eyes to burn out. Sevika withdraws her hand and efficiently cleans it off with one of Silco’s monogrammed handkerchiefs before dropping it in the pile of cum on his favorite button-up.

"Feelin' better now?"

Silco grunts and throws his arm over his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Sevika grins smugly, making her way towards the exit. “Don’t fall asleep now and forget about your very important meeting.”

The kingpin sits up at that to pull himself together and groans when he notices his ruined shirt. Sevika chuckles at her boss's dismay and waves a goodbye before ducking out the door.

Coming face to face with a certain, very uncomfortable, Sheriff.

Eyeing the uniformed man shifting nervously from side to side, Sevika barks out a harsh laugh, “Ah, no wonder he was so pissed. You’re gonna wanna give him a minute.”

The End <3

[ethanharli]

Requested: On Tumblr; May I ask for a Giyuu x male!Reader smut? Perhaps the reader being a little rough with Giyuu please?

Pairing(s): Giyuu Tomioka x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): NSFW/SMUT, Bottom Tomioka, Energetic reader, Choking, Slight dirty talk and degradation, Hair pulling, ✨ Aftercare. ✨

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I'm such a slut for this man smh

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I couldn't help but smile brightly when I saw Tomioka a little ways away from me, we were assigned a mission a couple of days ago to a quiet town in the east, where a demon has been taking young drunks and since I got here a day or so before him I made sure to look around and get familiar with the area. So I gently tapped my index and middle fingers together as we approached each other, seeing the slightest of smiles tug at his lips once he saw me, "[Y/n], you burned Wisteria incense?" He asked, now looking up at me with his usual stoic expression and all I could do is let out a small 'Mm-hm!' With a quick nod and a wide grin, not being able to speak much due to my damaged vocal cords. So taking a step closer I leaned down besides his ear not noticing the sudden stillness of his body as I spoke, "Should give us a bit more time to search around" My now deep and raspy voice wasn't something I had gotten used to yet, and it didn't help that I couldn't speak any louder then a whisper. However I did catch the small hitch in his breath, causing me to frown a bit as I pulled away and looked at him, his face was flushed and his lips were slightly parted, his gaze was fixated on the ground and I could finally see just how still he was standing.

It was only when I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead that he finally looked back up at me with slightly widened eyes. "You're warm, maybe you're sick?" My throat slowly started to itch again and I had to resist the urge to scratch at the scar along my throat. It was quiet concerning though, Tomioka has been getting warm like this a lot recently, I've tried to ask others about it to but they would just give me a knowing smile and tell me everything's alright, but that didn't stop me from worrying. I'm pretty sure it started around the time I was at the butterfly estate since Shinobu was helping me with my throat and damaged vocal cords. "Maybe you should sit this one out, I don't want you getting hurt" The worry in my tone was clear, but Tomioka simply took my hand in his and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on my cheek before pulling away, "I'm fine [Y/n], now let's go look around."

Stubborn bastard.

I couldn't help but sigh and follow after him, not wanting him to get lost since he's only just arrived. So while it was still light out I showed him all the important places where the demon might be hiding or might target next, taking an occasional look around at all the Wisteria incense I put out to see how much longer we had left and finally talking with some of the residence here, which luckily didn't end to badly since Tomioka had to do most of the talking. Nevertheless we eventually came up with a plan, "So we're going to tail a drunk?" I asked, looking at Tomioka with a slightly disapproving glare, not really wanting to use a towns-person as bait and I could tell that Tomioka new what I was thinking when he rested his hand on my shoulder, looking up at me with those beautiful dark blue eyes that practically own me at this point. "I won't let them get hurt, I promise" Even though he sounded confident I still held my doubts, but with a heavy sigh I traced the back my fingers along his jawline, pulling him in for a sweet but gentle kiss, "You're lucky I love you cause if it were anyone else I'd probably strangle them for even suggesting this idea."

I could practically feel the way my heart fluttered at his sudden chuckle, the sound of it so foreign since he rarely ever shows emotions, and I couldn't help but pull him back for another quick kiss, before heading off to my station, "Stay safe." It was the only thing I could hope for as I stood at the back of the bar, I was thankful that there was only one due to it being a small town but that didn't make the situation any less dangerous. The incense finally wore off as the stars danced across the midnight sky, while I sat myself down on the roof, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious or even just someone leaving and so far everything seemed alright, until a shadow flickered from the corner of my eye.

In one swift movement I drew my blade and slashed it at the demon who managed to jump out of the way just in time, now standing from my seated position I narrowed my eyes at the ugly bastard, "So you're the one that's been eating all these people?" I asked calmly, trying to raise my voice a little higher so I could be heard, and I couldn't help but raise a brow in confusion from the way she suddenly swayed, a deep blush now coating her grayish complexion. "It's a pity your a Demon slayer, with a voice like that I'd love to have you in my bed" I couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable about her suggestive tone and lustful gaze, but something in the back of my mind nagged at me. So trying to brush it off I rushed at her, dodging any hit she sent my way while she managed to dodge my attacks as well, "Sorry lady but I already got a lover, and I don't plan on letting you live tonight." Her smirk only seemed to grow at my words, as I closed in on her, hoping she wouldn't notice the way I was backing her into a corner, "Then they must be real slut for you hm? Wanting nothing more than to get off to deep voice of yours-"

Blood splattered onto my cheek and clothes as I cut off her head, "Demon or not, no one talks about my lover that way" I sneered slowly feeling my anger subside as I watched her burn away. Though I couldn't deny the fact that her words got me thinking, and eventually led me to connecting the dots about Tomioka's recent actions. So when the male appeared beside me with worried eyes I couldn't help but smile and nod my head before sheathing my blade, I also convinced him to stay the night with me since we've been away from one another for so long, and maybe for the fact that I wanted to figure something out.

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I didn't bother to dry my hair as I walked into our shared room, spotting Tomioka sitting on his futon with a book in hand, gently flipping through the pages as I made my way over to him, "[Y/n]?" Ignoring the call of my name I happily moved myself between his legs while pushing him onto his back so that I could rest my head on his abdomen. "It's been so long.. Since we've last seen each other" I mumbled softly, wrapping my arm around his waist so that I could hold him closer against me, while my other hand slipped under his robe and gently traced small circles along his skin, smiling when I heard a sigh of content slip past his lips. However I couldn't help but trail my hand up higher as I lifted myself onto my knees, looking down into Tomioka's slightly widened eyes with a small smirk tugging at my lips.

"And it's been even longer.. Since I heard those pretty moans of yours" I could feel the way his body shivered under my fingertips and it only caused my smirk to grow as I attached my lips to the base of his neck, dragging my teeth and tongue along his pale skin, not wanting to leave a single place untouched while my hands opened up his robe. Gently tracing my fingers along his toned abdomen and pushing my thumbs against his hardened nipples, as I bit into his shoulder, drinking in the way he moaned my name with a choked gasp. "[Y-Y/n].." The way my name rolled off his tongue nearly caused me to growl as I captured his lips with my own, dragging my tongue along his lower lip before I took it between my teeth, giving it a soft tug. While my hands traveled down to his pants, slowly pressing my fingers under the band as I pushed my tongue past his parted lips, slowly losing myself to the taste of him as he pressed his hips against my own.

"Now now baby, there's no need to rush" I whispered against his lips as I slipped off his pants, noticing the fact he wasn't wearing any undergarments and the way his cock slowly started to leak pre-cum. "Already? I barley even touched you" The teasing tone of my voice forced a whimper past his throat as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, pressing my thumb against the slit and smearing his pre-cum around it before licking it off my fingers. "[Y-Y/n] please" I couldn't help but drag my tongue along my upper lip before leaning down to kiss along his jawline, threading my fingers through his soft black hair. Tightening my grip I yanked his head back, "Ah-!" His sudden moan caused my heart to thump and my core to tighten, reminding me of the uncomfortable erection in my pants while starring into those beautiful dark blue eyes of his.

"Now be a good boy and suck" I growled, pressing my fingers to his slightly parted lips as he wrapped his hands around my wrist and wrapped his tongue around my middle finger, skillfully coating my fingers in his saliva and I couldn't help but press the pad of my finger against the back of his tongue, hearing him gag a bit as he stuck out his tongue and looked up at me with a hazy gaze. "Absolutely stunning" I breathed out, instantly moving my hand so I could capture his lips with my own, feeling our noses slightly bump against each others as I took his lower lip between my teeth and trailed my hand down to his entrance, carefully circling my finger around the rim. "Are you ready?" I asked, looking into his eyes for a brief moment, waiting for his consent, "Yes- Please hurry.." He whimpered out as I nodded, slowly pushing my finger in so I wouldn't hurt him.

His soft moans and gasps caused a slow heat to rise to my face as I pushed in another finger, moving them in a scissoring motion to make sure he's stretched out enough to ensure I wouldn't hurt him, "Hah! F-Fuck, [Y/n] pl-please just fuck me!" I couldn't deny his pleading tone and immediately went to pull off my clothes, throwing them off into some other part of the room as Tomioka wrapped his legs around my hips, causing my cock to rub against his entrance. A low whimper slipped past his lips while I hooked one hand behind his knee, pushing his leg towards his chest as I positioned myself at his entrance, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before slowly pushing it. "Ngh- Hah!" The sound of his moans and the way his walls quickly tightened around me caused a low gutteral goan to rip past my throat, and I couldn't help but bring my hand up to wrap around his throat, as I've done many times before, watching as his pale skin turned a deeper shade of red as he wrapped his hands around my wrist.

"Damn, such a slut for me aren't you?" I smirked, fully pushing myself into him as I dug my fingers into the sides of his neck, making sure not to press against his throat as I began to rock my hips, searching for that one spot that always had him trembling beneath me, "Hah- Ah, [Y/n]!" Ah, there it is. Loosening my grip on his neck I pounded into him, aiming for his prostate as his moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room, my name rolling off his tongue like a prayer, causing my core tighten from the sound and the addicting way his walls tightened around me with each thrust. "Fuck.. You feel so good baby" I practically growled out the words through panted breaths, leaning down to press sloppy open mouth kisses along his shoulder as he desperately tightened his grip on my hips, "I'm, I'm going to-" His body began to tremble under me as he looked up at me with hazy eyes and a silent plead. "Go ahead baby, cum for me" Digging his nails into my wrist he came on his lower stomach as I quickly came after him, heavy pants slipping past both our parted lips as I pressed a gentle kiss against the newly formed bruise on his neck before reaching for the towel I was supposed to use to dry my hair an hour ago.

"Giyuu, are you okay?" I asked while cleaning us both off, noticing the way he was practically half-asleep already. "Yeah, just a bit sore.. But it was worth it" Not wanting to embarrass him I merely nodded my head, pretending I didn't hear that last bit as I laid down beside him, pulling the cover over our bare bodies. However I couldn't help but smile as he snuggled against my chest while I gently traced small circles on his hip.

"I love you.."

"I love you too Giyuu."

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Skirt Block Tutorial

I have hit a wall when it comes to commercial patterns. Because I'm 'not conventionally shaped' (An actual term I read on a pattern blog. Ew.) things don't fit me well. Most, if not all, commercial patterns think we're all proportioned the same. Meaning even if you're plus sized, all your measurements are just scaled up from a petite.

We're not all five foot eight, with C cups and a narrow waist. I know I sure as heck am not! So that's where pattern blocks come in. 

An important note: These instructions do not include seam allowances or ease. I chose not to include them because I think seam allowance sizes are heavily dependant on the fabric you choose for your garment, while ease is dependant on the style you want. For example, if you want to have a tight fitting pencil skirt with smooth lines, you will probably want to have minimal ease (The difference between your body and the garment) and thin and knit fabrics generally favour narrow seams, while woven fabrics need wider ones to prevent fraying.

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A pattern block is what most garment designs start out as. Think of them as a foundation to build future patterns off of. They are made specifically to your body measurements. Unlike draping (Which I will cover in the future) they are done flat, with some easy calculations.

We'll start with the easiest block first, which is the Skirt Block.

Materials needed:

A roll of paper. I used Kraft wrapping paper. If you can find wrapping paper that has a grid pattern on the back, that would make things MUCH easier for you! You can also tape a few sheets of printer paper edge to edge, which would make folding and storing your block easy as well.

A flexible measuring tape, or a tailor's tape. If you don't have one of these, you can use string, as long as it has zero stretch.

A straight edge, pencil, and scissors.

Measurements needed:

Your waist at it's narrowest point

Your full hip*

Distance between Waist and Hip

Distance between Waist and Knee

Side to side across the front waist and full hip**

Side to side across the back waist and full hip**

*Another negative about commercial patterns is that they don't take into account belly protrusion. To measure your FULL hip, place a ruler against your belly button, vertically, so it hangs past your groin. Then wrap your measuring tape around your bum and the ruler. The only time you would need the measurement of your 'unfull' hip is for items that you wear below your tummy, like undies.

**Don't just divide your measurements in half. Again, bellies are involved here. Look at yourself side on. Does your body stick out the same distance on the back as your tum? Probably not! To make this measuring easier, wear a tight shirt with side seams, and measure from seam to seam.

Map your measurements:

The process for both the front and back panels are the same, it's just the measurements that are different.

Your full hip should be your largest measurement. You need your paper to be at least half of your side to side full hip. For example, if your full hip measurement is 30 inches from side to side across your back, you need your paper to be at least 15 inches wide.

Measure 1/2 inch down from the top of your page and make a mark. This is A. With a straight edge, draw a line across your page. This straight line will be your waist.

From A to B is the distance between your waist and your hip. At B, draw a line across the page. A to C is the length from your waist to your knee.

You should have a rectangle now. But, we're not tubes, and neither are our clothes! We need to create a dart. Which involves *Shudder* math...

I promise though, even I was able to do it, and I have to take off my shoes to count to eleven.

The measurements you need to create a dart are the side to side waist and side to side hip, which we already have marked down on our page. To calculate, simply take the waist measurement from the full hip measurement.

Mark the halfway point between edges of your rectangle. This is D. Draw a line from D down to the line we have for the full hip measurement.

Divide your dart measurement (The difference between your waist and hip) in half. Place a mark on either side of point D with that number. For example, if your dart measurement was 4 you would put mark 2 inches on one side of D and 2 on the other.

Draw lines from those two points down to the full hip line.

In the diagram, imagine that the thin line is the top edge of the paper. Draw two lines from your dart edges up to the top of the paper to create a small point. This is so that when the eventual garment is made, that point will sit flush against the waist as opposed to make a pocket.

Cut the 1/2 inch of extra paper away. Your pattern block is ready to go! With it you can design all sorts of skirts. If you create a bodice block, you can combine the two to make dress patterns.

[okaywa]

*Saturday Nights

Oikawa x f!reader 

1.5k words

Pegging, spanking, SMUT, dirty talk, hand job, cunnilingus 

[Anonymous: I really love how you write nsfw request! especially with sub!oikawa one😍 Can I request too? maybe a pegging scenarios with oikawa? just make it as filthy as possible kkkkk thx before❤️]

Seeing the Grand King splayed out in front of you, begging desperately, sent a heady feeling of power roaring through your veins. He looked gorgeous like this, with his red cheeks and weeping cock. 

“Tch, begging already?” You asked mockingly, running a single finger from his tip to his balls. “That didn’t take long.”

“Haah!” Oikawa hissed. “If you don’t hurry up I’ll just do it myself.”

“Oh, really?” You asked dubiously. “You think your hand will make you feel as good as I can?”

Oikawa narrowed his eyes at you in frustration, bucking his hips up so his cock brushed your palm. 

“Fucking myself with a dildo really isn’t rocket science,” he snarked. 

“Well, if you really believe that,” you sighed in resignation, starting to crawl off the bed. “I guess I’ll just-”

“Wait!” Oikawa’s hand grabbed your wrist.

You paused, smirking down at him. “I want it,” he huffed.

“Want what?” You asked, tilting your head with feigned ignorance. 

“Your cock!” He snapped, resolve breaking. “Fuck me, Y/n. I wa- I need it.”

“I know you do, baby,” you grinned. “Is that how you ask?”

Oikawa swallowed audibly. “Please, fuck me, Y/n”

“Get yourself ready then,” you ordered, tossing the bottle of lube onto his chest. “Be thorough with it, we’re sizing up today.”

He uncapped it, liberally lathering his fingers before immediately stuffing two in his ass. 

“Slow down, I don’t want this to hurt,” you grabbed his wrist. 

Whining, he reluctantly listened and carefully twisted his fingers. His eyes grew wide as he worked himself open, watching you slide your legs into the straps of the dildo. You eyed him, winking before tightening the straps around your hips and kicking off your heels. 

“Told you we were sizing up,” you smirked, grabbing the base of the 9 inch dildo. “Add another finger, baby.”

Quick to oblige, he added a third finger. His plump lips parted with a low moan, eyes scrunched as he twisted and scissored himself open for you. You knelt between his thighs, fixated on the fingers he pumped in and out of his body. 

“You think you’re ready?”

“Fuck, yes,” Oikawa gasped. 

With a single finger to the chest, you pushed him back until he was flat on his back. 

“Lift your hips,” you said with a tap to his thigh. 

He bridged upwards and you slid a pillow under his butt. After slicking up the dildo you wiped the excess lube from your fingers around his hole. He twitched from the cool liquid but otherwise stayed silent, completely focused on you. 

You pressed the tip into him, sliding forward through the slight resistance. Oikawa sucked in a sharp breath, his head falling back with a loud groan. You stroked his hips and thighs soothingly while you slowly worked him open with shallow thrusts, edging just an inch in at a time. 

A constant stream whimpers and curses poured out of Oikawa’s mouth when you thrust the last few inches, finally flush to his thighs. 

“Still good?”

“Yes, just fuck me now,” he groaned, wiggling his hips. 

You laughed and landed a loud slap on his ass. “What did I say about asking nicely?”

His body jolted from the sting, a surprised yelp leaving his lips. 

“Please! Please fuck me!”

You slapped his ass again and didn’t give him a chance to recover before you pulled back until just the tip was inside him. A sharp thrust forward had the dildo completely sheathed inside him. 

Oikawa’s hands flung out, gripping the sheets desperately. 

“Y/n, oh fuck!” He exlaimed, the large dildo swiping past his prostate with each thrust. 

His cock was already dribbling pre-cum on his abs and a beautiful flush quickly worked its way across his defined chest. He reached out with one hand, shakily grabbing at yours. 

“Oh, aren’t you sweet,” you sighed, letting him weave your fingers together as you forcibly pounded into his ass. 

You shifted forward and placed a hand on his chest so you could scoop your thrusts upwards, slamming the tip into his prostate consistently. Oikawa couldn’t hold back his loud moans, noisy enough to nearly drown out the slick sounds of your thighs hitting his. 

“Hah- ah!” His long legs came up, wrapping tightly around your hips. “Oh fuck, right there-“

He broke off with a choked moan when you gripped the base of his cock tightly, abs fluttering under his tan skin as he curled forward. You caught him in a messy kiss, all clashing teeth and heavy breathing. He whined and blathered on your lips, hips rocking into your harsh thrusts that were a complete contrast to your slow pulls on his cock. 

He propped himself on his elbows, head lolled back to expose his throat. You took the subtle invitation, nibbling the underside of his jaw. He whimpered noisily when you pressed closer, his cock now firmly pinned between your bodies. You left stinging love bites and wet kisses down his neck, practically basking in his soft gasps and moans. 

“You always sound so pretty for me, Tooru” you hummed, kissing back up to his lips. 

Oikawa groaned gutturally at the praise, returning the kiss sloppily. His cock throbbed beneath your hand and your steady thrusts against his prostate had him hurdling towards his climax. You slowly sped up your pumps on his cock, adding the swipe of your thumb across his slit each time you reached his tip. 

“Ahh, I’m close,” he cried out, hips bucking into your grip. “Fuck, harder.”

“Yeah?” You nipped his bottom lips. “Cum for me, handsome.”

Oikawa nodded desperately, clinging to your shoulders while you pounded into him. Each of your thrusts pushed his cock through your tight fist. Babbling breathlessly and mindlessly, Oikawa was too overwhelmed to even form coherent sentences. 

He gave a final full body shudder, thighs clamping around you waist as he came over your fist, mouth opened in a silent moan. His blunt nails dragged down your back while you worked him through his orgasm with slow rolls of your hips.

“Stop, stop,” he pleaded weakly, twitching from the overstimulation. 

You sat back, carefully pulling out of him. Examining the cum on your fingers, you shrugged lightly before licking it off. Oikawa groaned throatily as he watched through heavily lidded eyes. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he rasped, squeezing your hips with his calves. 

Smirking, you wiped the rest on the sheets before kicking off the strap-on somewhere onto the floor. You then crawled up to his head, petting his hair away from his forehead gently. 

“You did so good, despite the smart mouth of yours.” 

Oikawa laughed, nuzzling into your palm when you cupped his cheek. 

“You like my smart mouth, gives you a reason to spank me.”

“Tch, maybe,” you grumbled affectionately. “Are you too tired to help me out? Or should I go get my vibrator.”

Oikawa’s eyes shot open and he smiled deviously. Patting his shoulders invitingly, he raised his eyebrows. 

“Take a seat, sugar,” he said sweetly. “You got to taste me and it’s only fair to return the favor.”

Chuckling at his antics, you swung a thigh over his head and hovered over him. His eyes darkened as he took in your glistening folds, tongue gliding over his lips hungrily. Grabbing the headboard for balance, you carefully lowered yourself onto his eagerly awaiting tongue.

Oikawa didn’t waste a moment, quickly delving into your cunt. His large hands gripped your thighs roughly, pulling you closer against his mouth as he started eating you out like a man starved. 

“Ohhh, f-fuck, Tooru,” you let your head fall back. 

Your hips rocked lazily against his mouth, happy to let him do most of the work. You reached down and knotted one hand in his soft hair, enjoying the way his eyelids fluttered. 

He focused on slowly fucking you with his tongue, occasionally curling it just right so your hips would grind down uncontrollably. His nose tickled your clit as he worked his tongue in and out of you with obscenely wet slurps and moans.  It wasn’t long before your thighs were shaking around his shoulders, crying out as you rutted against his tongue. He lapped at your folds with a flat tongue as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He didn’t let up until you were trembling and pushing his face away.

 After carefully dismounting his face, you flopped across the bed next to him. Oikawa was panting softly, one hand on his stomach as he caught his breath. His other reached out to tangle with your fingers, giving an affectionate squeeze. You laughed breathlessly, squeezing back. 

“Holy shit, Tooru,” you giggled, high off your orgasm. “Your tongue.”

Oikawa smiled smugly, wiggling his eyebrows. “Mm, yeah? You like?”

“Yes, but don’t act so full of yourself,” you mumbled. “Cocky little shit.”

Oikawa laughed and slowly sat up, rolling over to lay on top of you. He grinned down at you before kissing your nose tenderly.

 “Bath time?”

“Bath time,” you agreed.

[charincharge]

AN: Part 3 of that Rowaelin Actress AU you’ve all been asking for. Because y’all are masochists. I’m fully convinced. Anyway. If you missed the first two parts, they’re linked below.

Part 1, Part 2

Manon shot Aelin an exasperated look as her stylist struggled to fix her premiere dress.

The man shoved another pin between his teeth as he pinched up the loose fabric at Aelin’s waist. The once form-fitting red gown fell limply across her bony shoulders.

“How did you lose this much weight in a month, sweetie?” Dorian asked as he tugged the thin straps up, pinning them to show how much he’d need to cut. Aelin ignored the shared look of worry between her team members. She didn’t bother responding. Nothing that would make sense to him, anyway. As his fingers fumbled with the fabric, Aelin looked at herself in the mirror.

Despite her red carpet makeup, she still looked exhausted. And she felt it, too. Her hands shook with the faintest tremor, betraying her withdrawal. And though she’d wanted her hair down in loose waves, her glam squad was shocked to discover that bits of it were breaking off the back. Brittle from malnutrition, one had whispered.

She was trying to kick her drug habit. She really was. It’d been a full day since her last bump, since Arobynn had handed her that small precious baggie of white powder she’d come to treasure so much. But, she wanted to get away from the man who’d controlled every aspect of her life for the last year, and she couldn’t let him have this over her. She’d find another way. She couldn’t bear his steely gaze or his possessive touch on her skin anymore. She’d regretted it as soon as she’d flushed the baggie down the toilet, her hands twitching to reverse the motion and grabbing at it as it swirled down the plumbing. But she knew it was for the best. She could do this.

“Dor, can you make this work?” Manon asked as Dorian sighed loudly.

“Grab me those scissors.” He motioned behind her. Manon handed them over, and he quickly got to work, snipping the straps to help pull the dress up more as he pinned them to the inside of the dress. He took the excess fabric he’d snipped and wrapped it around Aelin’s too-thin stomach in a cinched belt.

“Eh?” he raised his eyebrow in Manon’s direction, who couldn’t resist kissing him on the cheek.

“You’re a miracle worker.”

Dorian’s cheeks flushed slightly as he waved the usually stoic publicist off. “If they ask who’s it is, just say custom couture.”

Manon nodded succinctly and pulled Aelin over to the chair to help her slide into her towering heels.

“Do you need anything before we go?” Manon asked pointedly.

“Nope,” Aelin said, shaking her head. She would not break.

Manon sighed loudly, and ushered her into the black car waiting downstairs. The ride to the premiere was tense and silent, the only sound Manon’s long nails click-clacking away on her phone screen as she replied to a barrage of texts and emails.

The car finally pulled up, and as Aelin was about to exit the vehicle, she felt Manon’s hand clasp gently onto her forearm.

“Hey,” Manon said in a soft voice Aelin had never heard her use before. “I’m proud of you.”

Aelin’s eyes swam with unshed tears at her publicist’s words of affirmation. The brash and cold woman rarely gave anyone any kind of praise, so the words meant more than Aelin could fully process, her heart clenching with an overflow of emotion. She nodded succinctly and exited the car with a wide smile and a big wave for the screaming fans, blinking the tears away as she made her way to the first interview down the long line of press.

Her rehearsed answers came naturally, and she could almost see the end in sight as she looked ahead to the last two press members ahead. She was so close to being able to sit down, so close to being finished with this project and putting it behind her, and sleeping for a month.

She felt Arobynn’s presence behind her before the interviewer acknowledged him. His hand hovered over the bare skin of her back, and she fought the instinct to shiver as the his clammy palm pressed against her.

“There’s my star,” he said with a wide grin, leaning in to kiss Aelin’s cheek lightly. She swallowed back her feeling of disgust, forcing a small smile onto her face as cameras flashed all around her.

“Arobynn! Arobynn!” the photographers cried from every angle. “Can we get a picture of you and Aelin?”

Manon attempted to keep Aelin with the interviewer, insisting they were in the middle, but Arobynn ignored her, pulling Aelin’s toward the step and repeat background for a photo op.

Aelin had planned to do it last, a short walk across the step-and-repeat for photos and then duck into the premiere, but it seemed that her plans had been foiled. Stuck with Arobynn’s hand around her waist, she plastered a smile across her red lips and placed her cocked arm on her bony hip.

Her head looked away from the bright lights of the flashing cameras, suddenly feeling light-headed and overwhelmed, and she caught sight of a head of silver hair and couldn’t help but feel better. She’d made the decision to tell Rowan what was going on with her. It was way overdue, she knew, but it was a conversation she’d wanted to have sober and in person. And today seemed like the perfect opportunity. She’d have the entire movie to gear herself up for it, and then she could find a private place to discuss with him at the afterparty.

“Rowan!” the photographers called out. “Rowan, look over here! Rowan, why don’t you pose with Arobynn and Aelin?”

Aelin held her breath as Arobynn’s fingers dug into her side, grasping at her skin with uncomfortable pressure, as Rowan appeared at Aelin’s other side. His arm ghosted around her shoulders, barely pressing against her as he donned a wide smile for the cameras.

Flashing cameras went wild at the new combination of people in front of them – the director, the star, and the writer – and Aelin attempted to relax her smile to look more natural as she moved her arm to wrap around his sturdy waist.

“Rowan! Who’s your date tonight? New girlfriend?” a loud photographer called, and Rowan just shook his head, smiling graciously. But sure enough, as Aelin looked ahead of them, waiting on the other side of the step and repeat was a stunning blonde woman, staring at Rowan like he was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.

Aelin’s stomach knotted as a feeling of nausea swept across her chest.

She’d waited too long. She was too late.

If Rowan had brought a date to the premiere and walked the carpet with her, it wasn’t something casual; it was real. Aelin chanced a glance up at him, but as if he could feel her looking, he looked away, over her shoulder at the girl waiting for him. He flashed her a wide smile, his cheeks flushing and his eyes alight with joy.

Aelin hadn’t seen that look in so long. She hadn’t realized how much she’d miss it when it wasn’t directed at her. Her heart pounded, and her skin prickled with goosebumps as a soft sheen of sweat broke across her brow.

Aelin motioned to Manon with a four-fingered wave, their emergency signal to be removed from a situation. Manon’s golden eyes narrowed as she approached the trio, apologizing to the photographers behind her.

“Sorry, folks, I need Aelin!” she said, reaching for Aelin’s limp hand and placing it through her bent arm. Aelin held on for dear life as her publicist swept her down the remainder of the press line, apologizing for needing Aelin inside. Aelin waved with as much enthusiasm she could muster, but her head swam, the floor becoming uneven beneath her feet with each uneasy step.

Manon shoved her into the ladies’ room, ushering everyone else out and locking the door behind her.

“You look green, babe, are you okay?” Manon asked as she helped Aelin sit on the large settee in the bathroom.

“I think I might pass out,” Aelin said, gasping for air. Manon pulled something from her purse as Aelin leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, hoping her clammy skin wouldn’t stain the silk of the gown.

“Eat,” Manon ordered as she shoved a baggie of Teddy Grahams in front of Aelin’s face.

Aelin made a face as she opened the bag with shaky hands. “Movie snack?” she tried to joke, but it fell flat. Manon rolled her eyes and stared harder until Aelin took one of the cookies and placed it in her mouth. She chewed slowly, the sugary sweetness feeling thick and cloying on her tongue.

“I have a toddler,” Manon said, shocking the hell out of Aelin. “I always have snacks in my purse.” Aelin paused her chewing. “Don’t look so surprised,” Manon said with a wry smirk. “Who do you think I’m always texting?”

“Clients?” Aelin croaked.

“Nanny.”

“Can I see a picture?” Aelin asked, and Manon bit her lip, warring with herself before finally showing Aelin a picture of a sweet toddler with honey eyes and Manon’s same white-blonde hair, wearing the cutest fluffiest dress Aelin had ever seen.

Before she could process anything, Aelin’s body heaved. She ran into the stall and heaved up the two cookies she’d consumed, her body expelling the sugary snack as soon as it hit her stomach.

Manon sighed. “What day of withdrawal are you on?”

“Two?” Aelin dabbed at her mouth with toilet paper, spitting the remnants of crumbs ungracefully into the bowl.

Manon helped her stand and sighed even louder. “I can’t believe I’m going to suggest this, but…. You need to make it through the end of the night, and you can’t be passing out or running to the bathroom to puke every ten minutes. Ask Arobynn for a bump.”

Aelin frowned. That was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d had all these plans. But she couldn’t help but agree with her publicist. Plus, it’s not like it mattered anymore. She had no need to explain anything to Rowan anymore, and she certainly didn’t plan on talking to him or his new girlfriend while she was tweaking.

But she wouldn’t resort to asking Arobynn. She couldn’t.

Still, she nodded at her publicist. She’d find some elsewhere.

As she made her way into the theater and took her seat next to Archer, she avoided looking at anyone, despite the heavy pressing feeling of eyes on her back.

Her costar smiled at her, content to excitedly chat about seeing the film for the first time. She noticed he was slightly twitchy, and Aelin nearly clapped for joy when she noticed him rub at his nose.

“Partying without me?” she whispered, and Archer shot her a dubious look.

“I didn’t think you partied with anyone but our director, Galathynius,” he said lowly.

“I’m branching out,” she said as she leaned forward. She placed her hand on his tux-clad arm and gave him the most seductive smile she could possibly feign with as little energy as she had. But it seemed to work. Archer’s eyes flashed, and he returned her expression with a roguish grin.

“Well, then,” he said, resting his hand on her silken thigh. “Find me at the party.” He winked at her, and she chuckled softly, squeezing his hand before placing it back in his own lap.

A harsh whisper made Aelin’s neck prickle behind her as she heard a hushed female voice say her name. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Rowan nodded in response to the woman whispering in his ear. Their faces were so close, and Aelin could feel herself growing nauseous again.

Instead, she whipped her head back toward the screen and let herself zone out as the lights dimmed. She barely remembered the movie; it crossed her vision but never penetrated her consciousness. Memories of her and Rowan, tangled in his bed and running lines pervaded her senses.

When she arrived at the party, she knew she had to seek out Archer immediately. She was fading fast.

She’d just spotted him when Rowan crossed her path. His warm smile made her stomach flutter.

“Aelin.” Her name on his lips was everything she wanted, but her eyes pulled to the woman waiting beside him. “I was looking for you. I wanted to introduce you to—”

Aelin couldn’t bear to be introduced to Rowan’s girlfriend, though. Not yet. Not before she’d drowned herself in a white haze of drugs.

She spotted Archer out of the corner of her eye, and she smiled graciously, not wanting to be rude. “Sorry, I’ll come find you in a minute. I just have to…”

She pointed over his shoulder at Archer, who grinned lasciviously and winked at her, beckoning her with a curling finger.

Rowan’s expression changed to something she couldn’t quite parse out, but she didn’t have time to anyway. She was a woman on a mission as she followed Archer into the coat closet, cutting up half a baggie and snorting it quickly.

“Shit,” Archer laughed. “Some of that was for me! That was a big fucking bump.”

The white crystals worked quickly, creating a swirl of relaxation in her body, making her feel invincible. Instead of letting him take the last bump, Aelin leaned down and took it for herself.

“You snooze, you lose,” she laughed loudly, feeling loose and confident as she stumbled out of the coat closet.

Her heel snagged the bottom of her dress, and she launched forward into the arms of someone waiting just outside the closet. She fell into a hard chest with a loud oomph, and she couldn’t resist laughing again, feeling better and better as the drugs worked their way through her system.

She looked up to see the arms that had caught her and smiled guiltily at Rowan’s pained face. She blinked, hoping to change his expression, but with each slow blink, the image of Rowan faded away. She reached out, grasping for his face, pleading with him to stay, but before she could touch him, he disappeared. Her heart pounded too fast in her chest, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself.

“Aelin?” a faraway voice called. “Aelin?”

She could just barely hear him over the rush of blood in her ears. It swirled and swooshed around her ears, deafeningly loud as the world faded to white.

~*~

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Chapter 8

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Here is a post containing links to a bunch of petitions. Please take some time out of your day to do some good. Also let me know what you think about the story if you have a chance. ;)

Bea was watching Harry trace the edges of the picture frame in his hand, his eyes unfocused, his jaw set. She leaned against the open door and sighed.

“So,” she said, “we gonna do this or what?”

“Or what.”

“Harry—full offense—you look like a toddler came at you with a pair of safety scissors.”

He set the photo off to the side. “Well, I don’ like my hair short.”

“Trust me, anything would be better than how it currently looks.”

Harry rubbed at his eyes, glanced out the window, where the sun was at its peak, and then finally gave in. “Fine. How d’yeh know what yeh’re doin’?”

“It’s hard to find stylists that can work with black hair. Outside of the city, at least. I’ve been cutting my mom’s since I was eight.”

Somehow, that dulled Harry’s nerves. He nodded. Bea took that as her cue to come and help him up. She stepped through the doorway and squatted down to slip an arm around his waist, supporting him as he attempted to shift onto his feet. They shuffled out into the dining room together and Bea sat him down in one of the chairs that she pulled out from the table.

“Let me just grab my shears.”

Harry was bitter as Bea slipped into her bedroom. Melody, he felt, was trying to push him. She had to be. She was coddling him and she’d stolen his job and she thought that he was going to be supportive of her desire to step into a ring. He remembered the bruise that had painted her cheek after her run-in with those cops last winter. He remembered how tender it had been and the way she had teared up whenever anything pressed against it. And he remembered the way her face had looked all swollen when she’d appeared at his first therapy session with Aiden. This was not a life for her. She was strong and confident and tenacious, but she was not a born fighter, and he would not pretend that he was proud of her for volunteering herself as a punching bag.

And now Melody had left him alone with Bea and a pair of scissors that looked sharp as carving knives when she reentered the room.

“We could do it really short, you know. Buzzcut style. Clean,” Bea suggested as she rounded Harry’s chair and set a tote bag of her things down on the table. “I have an electric razor. Or maybe I could—”

“Just as short as it needs to be, okay? Nothin’ fancy, Bea. Seriously.”

Bea thought that was the very first time he’d ever referred to her by name. Progress. She dug a large spray bottle out of her supplies and began soaking Harry’s hair. He stiffened as water collected along his neck and sat up straighter as she began to drag a brush through the locks. Her hand stilled as she approached the left side of his head.

“Does, uh— Can you feel where the bullet—”

“No,” Harry answered before she could finish. “’S fine.” His voice was gruff.

Bea heard him, but she still only skimmed his scalp as she untangled the shorter curls. Water dripped from the ends and darkened the collar of his t-shirt.

Harry watched as Bea traded the hairbrush for a fine-toothed comb, and when she picked up the scissors with her other hand, they seemed to glint in the sunlight that filtered through the living room window, ominous. An even more frightening snip sounded, and inches of Harry’s hair drifted down his shoulder, settling over his chest. He glanced at the loose strands and then lifted a hand to press his fingers over his eyelids.

Bea laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

Harry only grunted. She sheared off the rest of the hair that reached his shoulders and then began to comb sections out from his head, sliding them between her fingers and snipping off the ends. Harry’s muscles looked stiff beneath his shirt.

“What are you and Melody arguing about?” she asked after a few minutes of silence, when his hair was falling to the ground in a wide circle around his chair. He looked better with every cut.

“Nothin’.”

“Oh, come on. I have a pair of scissors in my hand and your hair in the other. Tell me.”

It took a substantial amount of control for him not to jerk himself out of the chair. But he remained still. “She wants me to come to her match.”

“And you won’t?”

A few loose strands of hair stuck to the collar of Harry’s shirt and tickled uncomfortably at the back of his neck. “No, I fuckin’ won’.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s it’s very fair for you to just dismiss her without even checking out—”

“‘M not goin’ to her match,” Harry ground out. “Tonight or ever. ‘M not gonna just stand there and watch her take hits from the sideline."

Bea sighed. She dropped the chunk of hair that she’d been holding and began to comb backward from the front of his head, rougher than necessary, he was sure.

“Look, Harry,” Bea began, “it’s not ideal. You think I’m happy about it? I told her to turn and run as soon as I found out about you.” She paused to collect herself, to brace for impact, then snipped off some damaged ends when Harry didn’t react to her words. “Sorry. But she didn’t, and now here we are. She’s just trying to make things work the same way you were. And she’s damn good, too, by the way.”

Harry’s head was feeling lighter by the second, and he didn’t like that feeling one bit. “Just drop it, please.”

“No, I think that you should go and see her fight, even if it’s just one time—”

“I said, drop it,” he snapped.

Bea glared into the back of his head—he could feel it—and cut more viciously than before. That was even worse than the glaring. His shoulders tightened even further, but it was only another few moments before she tossed her scissors onto the dining table with a loud clatter.

“There, I’m done,” she announced.

“A mirror?” Harry asked. He felt jittery.

“In the tote.”

She stood beside him, her arms crossed, as he pulled the bag toward himself and dug out a dirty mirror. A reflection stared back at him, but he didn’t recognize it.

“Tha’s shorter than yeh had to fuckin’ cut it.”

“Yeah, I took some liberty,” Bea agreed. She sounded smug and he’d never felt so much anger toward a single woman. “But it looks better than it would’ve otherwise, I’m telling you. You would’ve ended up with a bowl cut, Harry. Now, you look handsome.”

It was like she’d defused a bomb. His anger dissipated, but he still stared at himself like he was trying to learn his own features. His hair hadn’t been this short since the fourth grade. The sides were tighter, straight and clean, but the top still held some curl. He felt like a boy, like the boy that his mother had pruned him to be before she’d fallen sick. And he sort of hated it, but there was also something cathartic about it. He lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair; it scratched at his palm toward the back of his head, and his hand was left empty far too soon, and this was all too uncomfortable.

“So.” Bea slid into one of the other chairs and folded her hands together atop the table. “Is it really true that you don’t remember anything from your coma? Or were you just lying so Melody didn’t know you heard all the shit she talked about you?”

Harry narrowed his eyes and was about to open his mouth when Bea laughed. “I’m just kidding, obviously. She’s in love with you."

Harry swallowed back his unspoken words. “Did yeh know yeh talk too much?”

“I’ve been told.” She pulled on one of her tightly wound curls until it bounced back into place. “And I’m not offended, if that’s what you were trying to do.”

“’S not.”

“Good.”

Harry set the mirror down. He didn’t want to look at his strange reflection anymore. Bea stared at him and he shifted uncomfortably.

“You confuse me.”

“What?”

“Well, Melody loves you, and I can’t tell if you love her, which pisses me off. I thought at one point that you just loved yourself but that’s not true, either—”

“I do love myself—”

“No, you don’t.”

Melody chose that moment of relief to stomp up the stairs, when Harry was considering throwing himself onto the floor to escape Bea.

“Woah.”

Harry and Bea watched as Melody froze in the doorway. She had a single paper bag of groceries that seemed only to be about half full and she clutched it loosely against her hip as she stared, lips parted, at Harry. He wanted a hat. He had never wanted a hat so bad. A fucking sombrero, anything.

“You look…woah.”

“Thanks?”

Melody stumbled into the apartment and shut the door with her foot. She dropped her groceries on the countertop as she moved toward Harry, her eyes glued to his hair. Her hands slipped over the top of his head before he had a chance to prepare himself, and he tipped back with the force of her touch.

“You’re welcome,” Bea said. She gathered up her supplies from the table and retreated to her room. “Would you vacuum up that hair?” she called as she left.

“Yeh like it?” Harry felt her hands fall to the sides of his head, where his hair was shorter and rougher, where his scalp felt unfamiliarly cool. Her fingers burned.

“Yes.”

He grunted. “Well, don’ get used to it. ’S not your—”

“No, I miss the length,” she corrected him. “I do like this. It’s different. But it’s not you.”

“Hmm.” Harry let her run her fingers through his curls once more before she stepped away from him and began putting away the few things she'd bought.

“Uh, Josie’s gonna be here,” she said.

“What?”

“Bea’s coming to watch me and I don’t wanna just leave you alone—”

“I don’ need a babysitter, Melody.”

God, did she hate hearing her full name on his lips. It was like a weapon he wielded. She watched him reach to yank on the ends of his hair before realizing those ends were no longer there.

“I know you don’t, Harry. Just if you have to go to—”

“What about Sean? He—”

“Harry,” she pressed. “He’s my cornerman.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, fuck you too.”

Melody glared at Harry and he narrowed his eyes at her. After a moment, she folded up the empty paper bag and tucked it into the recycling. Then she hurried into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Harry was beginning to regret his attitude as he sat alone at the dining room table. But Melody reemerged only a few moments later with a sports bag slung over her shoulder and a beanie pulled low over her forehead. She started toward the door, fury evident on her face, but paused halfway through the kitchen.

“Harry,” she began, swiveling around just enough to see him from the corner of her eye, “I love you. Please be nice to Josie.” He didn’t say anything in response. “Bea, I’m leaving!” she called out. She gave Harry one more meaningful look and then left.

“You know,” Bea said, startling Harry, who was still listening to Melody stomp down the stairs to the door of the building, “if you’re not nice to her, I could always smother you with a pillow while you’re sleeping.”

“Josie? Or Melody?”

Bea propped herself against the doorframe and shrugged. “I meant Melody, but let’s say both.”

***

“Sometimes, I could just—” Melody made a vicious gesture with her hands and then smacked her wrapped knuckles together, hard. “He’s fucking infuriating.”

“Yeah, that’s his default,” agreed Sean.

Melody yelled unintelligibly, because the only other thing she could think to do was hit Sean, and Sean didn’t deserve that. Not without a couple layers of padded protection.

“I sympathize completely,” he said with a quick chuckle. “Let’s see that same anger in the ring, okay?”

She grunted.

“Focus, Melody. Harry’s not here right now, but there’s gonna be a girl ready to slip into your blind spots. Don’t let her. Focus.”

Melody closed her eyes. She pictured Stella Klatt, the boxer she’d be fighting, her thick arms and tough core and quick swings, but her slow balance. Sean slipped Melody’s gloves onto her hands as she planned steps and imagined slipping through Klatt’s defenses. Over the past few months, it had become easier and easier to think her way through an entire match, to predict her opponents’ moves. Sometimes, she even dreamed about a fight.

“Wrap it up fast, take as few hits as possible. Then you can show Harry that you know what you’re doing, okay?”

“I could knock her out with one hit and I don’t think he’d care, Sean.”

“Fine. Then fight to make me proud of you.”

Melody opened her eyes and fought to keep a smile at bay. Sean held her with a level gaze and nodded. “I have a lot of faith in you, Melody. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. And one of the most determined.”

“Tenacious,” she muttered.

“What?”

Melody shrugged and glanced down at her sneakers. “Nothing.”

Sean made an exasperated sound. “Listen. If Harry doesn’t see how much time and energy you’ve put into boxing, then he’s blind. He doesn’t wanna see it. You never said you were gonna do this for the rest of your life. It doesn’t meant to you what it does to him, but you still have a passion for it, and he needs to accept that.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before striding across the room and opening the door out into the hall, the one which led to the arena and the boxing ring, where Melody could already hear the buzz of spectators.

“In the meantime,” Sean continued, “don’t lose sleep over how he feels about it. Just keep doing what you’re doing, because it’s gotten you this far. Sound fair?”

“Do you hate it?”

“No. And it wouldn’ matter anyway, would it? Doesn’ matter.”

It really didn’t make sense to her, this total apathy Harry seemed to have toward her fighting. How could he be so shrewd when it came to her body and the hardness that had replaced her soft spots, when he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around her boxing? Why was he allowed to judge her for one but not the other? She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see the correlation.

Melody took a long breath and knocked her gloves together again. She gave Sean a tight nod as she passed him and stepped out of the room, beginning the short walk up the hall. “Fair,” she agreed.

Chapter 9

[intricate-oeuvre]

On how to be deadly || Geralt of Rivia || part XII

Word count: 1.4k+

Summary: Axelia is Witcher experiment herself and has gone through same harsh Trials as Geralt, but she wasn’t so lucky with the outcome. Her vision didn’t become better. Therefore, she was rendered blind in the end. And because of that, she solely uses her Witcher senses to make her ways. Only potions can give her false sense of sight for limited time.Somewhere along the way she meets the Rivian. Who’s interested to know how she’s been killing monsters and hasn’t been killed herself yet.

Warnings: nakedness, bad grammar. Insinuated smut? angst, girls being girls or something. it’s getting angsty at the end again!! Filler chapter!!

A/N: STAY SAFE! WASH YOUR HANDS AND FOR FUCKS SAKE STAY HOME!!!

part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

Axelia wasn’t sure if she could go back to him so easily. But she couldn’t deny that she had missed his warmth, his strong hands holding her, his lips against her skin. 

Young woman looked up the man, searching his eyes for a second. Letting him invade all of her senses.

For him she smelled of velvet rose and sandalwood. Always. Always reminding him of home.

For her… well…he had broken her heart so many times, she wasn’t sure how to pinpoint his scent. There was that akin smell of leather, cedar and moss. Most likely from all the nights spent in forests and fields. It gave her this sentimental feeling, making her remember better times. And yet… there was this other undertone of scent. That strictly reminded her what both of them were. Monsters. Trained killers. Gore. Demise.

So, he wore the smell of blood and death like a perfume.

Something almost… unbreakable… Rough… about it.

Then her hands shot up and, standing on her tiptoes, she cradled his face and pressed her lips against his. Geralt’s hands slid down to her waist, rough fingers digging in her skin and pulling her into him.

Yeah, she definitely missed this part. Such goddess on top of him.

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Suddenly there was a knock on the door, disturbing both lovers and their lustful embraces on the bed. Axelia nor Geralt didn’t seem to notice it until a voice said out loud:

“You are supposed to get ready not roll around in bed.”

Axelia and Geralt looked at the intruder. Both caught in this act of debauchery, breaths heavy as ever.

“What the--?” Axelia yelped, at start not being able to dispatch who was standing in the room. All she could do was to grab onto Geralt.

“Jaskier.” Geralt grumbled in warning, his hand protectively wrapping around Axelia’s naked back, pulling her closer to his own chest.

“Oh, stop your boorish grunts. We have wedding feast to attend.” Jaskier came marching in and carrying clothes with him. Completely ignoring two naked bodies in the bed, that were half hidden behind the silken bedspreads.

“Pardon… Going where now?” Axelia slid off of Geralt and pulled the blanket higher in front of her naked chest.

“Lord Chetword’s daughter has married to-day and there is a feast, of course.” Jaskier explained walking further in the room and laying clothes on the back of the chair.

“Who are we?” Axelia narrowed her eyes, her breath still slightly uneven.

“We.” Geralt looked at her across his shoulder, now sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing pants out of Jaskier’s out-stretched hand.

“Come again? What?” Axelia blinked rapidly.

“Now, now. It’s enough of lazing around. Come, I got you dresses, come, choose.” Jaskier threw cluster of dresses on the end of the bed.

“I don’t…” Axelia eyed them warily.

“You don’t what?” Jaskier quirked eyebrow at her, hands on his hips.

“She doesn’t wear dresses.” Geralt sighed as he got up and walked over to the chair.

"Why?” Jaskier narrowed his eyes at her.

“I need to be able to fight not look like girl from home-grown brothel.” Axelia explained, slightly growing more irritated.

“Utter nonsense.” Jaskier swatted at nothing. Axelia reached across the bed to pull one of the dresses closer to her, her left hand still holding blanket against her chest.

“Where am I supposed to put my sword? Daggers?” Axelia turned the fabric around in her hand.

“You don’t need to be a witcher tonight. No monsters will attack.” Jaskier said, looking at another dress.

“Huh, monsters. How about all those nilfgaardians with shit-eating grins that patrol the edge of this kingdom? Pretty sure that they are in the forests, just waiting to strike at all these imbeciles who do absolutely nothing.” Axelia huffed and threw the dress back on the bed and leaned against the headboards, her head turned too look through window on her right.

“Tonight, lady shouldn’t curse.” Jaskier pointed at her.

“Get fucked.” Axelia rolled her eyes. Her statement making Geralt snort and Jaskier look at her with wide mouth, blinking in surprise.

Silence.

Jaskier was still gaping like fish, his eyes turning to Geralt, silently asking for help.

“She’ll come.” Geralt sighed with slow blink as he pulled on the shirt. Axelia’s eyes shot to Geralt, catching unreadable expression on his face.

“Good. Till later. And, please, for the love of God, pick at least one dress.” Jaskier sighed defeatedly.

“I make no promises.” Axelia mumbled, her eyes once again running along the dresses on the bed.

“Then go naked, see if I care.” Jaskier groaned and went to the door.

Before he could leave, Axelia sat up straight:

“How much time do I have? To get ready?”

“Rough two hours.” He sang, leaving the room and closing the doors behind him.

“Oh, I make it rough.” Axelia grinned as her eyes slid to Geralt, raising on her knees to make her way to the edge of the bed, letting the silk blanket run down her bare body. Raising her hands, she reached out for the witcher in front of her.

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An hour later, Axelia was sitting on the bed. Geralt had already left and she was now alone. Ciri accompanied her just minutes later.

“Are you ready?” girl had asked. Axelia didn’t answer, only hummed, lacing the front strings of the skin-coloured corset.

“Did you choose a dress, then? Because Jaskier told me that—” Ciri said, her eyes momentarily jumping to doors.

“Whatever he told you is bullocks.” Axelia sighed. She stood up, only dressed in corset, undergarments and shoes.

“Dresses are so impractical.” Axelia sighed.

“And ugly…” she mumbled soon after, her eyes narrowing at some of the dresses.

“White? As if I am the young bride? Red? Like blood. This beige one? Like some frail maiden. Too restricting, too girly…” With roll of her eyes, she plucked the black dress from the bed.

“Hold this.” She thrusted it in Ciri’s hands, as she picked up scissors and a burning candle.

Next couple of minutes, Axelia was cutting, ripping and mending with candle’s flame, a dress, that she would at least be pleased to wear.

“Why are you doing this?” Ciri glanced down at Axelia who had leaned down to make a long slit. “And why are you cutting off the sleeves?”

“Because…” she trailed off, her white eyes following the flame as it went along the edge of fabric, “I need to hide things… in my dress… and I can’t swing my hands if I have tight fabric around my shoulders.”

“What things, thought?” Ciri paid close attention to Axelia’s skilful movements.

“Knives… daggers… depends…” Axelia stood fully and blew out the candle.

“Now, can you get ready?” Ciri said, glancing out of the window.

“I wonder where you got that impatience from…” Axelia whispered and turned to pull on the dress.

“I already want to leave.” She said out louder.

“Just entertain Jaskier’s thought of a party for couple of hours.” Ciri smiled reassuringly.

“Jaskier is not the one I want to entertain…” Axelia said, and the realized how it sounded and quickly added: “Or anyone, for that matter.”

Snuggly putting small knife between her breasts, and hiding a dagger in the garter around her thigh, Axelia run her hands down the sides of the dress.

“This is how them all mages dress?” Axelia looked at Ciri.

“Yeah… speaking of mages…” Ciri trailed off.

“What?” Axelia wanted to know, her hands raising to rearrange the decorative metal shoulder pads that had light chains running in low arcs across her back.

“Yennefer is coming, too.” Ciri said quietly and unsurely.

“Alright.” Axelia let out a deep sigh, and tended to her hair, making it into a messy knot at the top of her neck. Couple of strands framing her face. Her eyebrows raised as she listened.

“And… well… what I gathered, earlier, when Geralt was talking with Yen… Yennefer… Aa… They are going together?” Ciri winced at her own words.

Axelia froze. Her face turning stoic and apathetic. Why she wasn’t surprised, was beyond her. She kind of expected it. She felt as if all her being just turned into ashes.

“It’s nothing new, I assume.” Axelia chewed on nothing and let her hands fall to her sides.

“But you’re still coming, right?” Ciri dared to ask.

“Yeah… to entertain Jaskier, I suppose…” Axelia mumbled. Dipping her fourth-finger in a pot of waxy lipstick, made her lips look dark, yet faded purple.

“Let’s go, so I can leave faster.” Axelia rolled her eyes and strode out of the room. Her long legs with heels on, carrying her quickly ahead, making Ciri run after her.

And suddenly, when she was walking down the lengthy hall to the feast, she felt… done?

And her ashes becoming steel.

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part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

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It’s about to get lit next chapter, because somebody is about to be kidnapped. There’s gonna be running in long dresses. Axelia and Yennefer will be bitches at each other. It’s gonna be a shit-show. Geralt is still confused puppy about his feelings. But Yennefer can really go fuck herself in my fic, tho.

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 10 | And a little romance wouldn’t kill you?

A/N: This will update every Thursday.  There are 13 chapters.  There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships.  This is the one I choose to write this time.  

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship.  When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian.  Which is the one thing he never knew he needed.  Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship.  But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Tom and Vivian are reunited in Atlanta.  Vivian shares with Sophie while Benedict starts poking his nose into Tom and Vivian’s relationship.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

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Vivian reached around and grabbed Tom’s ass, not noticing Sophie’s giggle. It was only when Tom inhaled into Vivian that Ben gagged audibly, forcing them to part and stare at him.

“Get a room!” Ben whined, earning a sharp elbow to his ribs by Sophie.

Vivian rolled her eyes, and she and Sophie shared a knowing glance. Tom cupped her face and smiled. “I thought you had trial, darling.” His face fell. “Nothing is wrong, is there?”

Vivian reached behind and rubbed his neck, and Tom’s shoulder relaxed. “Quite the contrary, darling.” She pulled him into a kiss, ignoring Ben’s continued gagging. “The other side settled in our favor. The senior partners gave me a bonus and insisted I take a two-week vacation in appreciation.” Her face hurt from grinning so much.

“Two weeks?!?” Tom grabbed her by the waist and spun her. “Are you joking?”

“Never, my love. Two weeks with you.” She grabbed his chin and kissed him again.

“Can we fetch the luggage now or do you two want to just have sex right here?” Ben sneered. Sophie punched him.

“Be nice, Ben. And a little romance wouldn’t kill you, would it?”

Ben turned to find a rather cross Sophie. “We’re married, I don’t have to try that hard.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes. “Wrong answer, Benedict.” She pushed past him in a huff. Benedict glared at the two of them.

Benedict turned to them. “I need to go make apologies.” And he jogged off.

Tom turned and squeezed Vivian tight. “I still can’t believe you are here, darling.”

Vivian slid her hand down his back to light at the small of his back. She noticed him relax into her. They walked slowly to allow Ben and Sophie time to make amends.

“You were absolutely right about first class. You can sleep like a baby.”

Tom’s face lit up. “Then we must have you travel in style all the time.” He kissed her forehead.

“Which also means I am expecting a proper welcome when we get back to your place.”

“Our place.” Tom tugged at his jeans. “I would love nothing more.”

She drew small circles on his back. “Have you been a good boy?”

Tom’s cheeks flushed. “With much difficulty, but yes. That poor mattress is going to hate you by the end of filming.”

“God, I hope so.” She caught his lips with hers and he pulled her tight against him for a moment as they reached Ben and Sophie at the baggage claim.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” Ben threw a hand in their direction.

Sophie ran her hand along Ben’s shoulders. “No one is comparing except you, darling.”

Ben’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. Let’s get the bags.” He narrowed his eyes toward Tom and Vivian.

Tom turned to Vivian. “Will you point them out so I can grab them?”

Vivian nodded. Tom pulled both of her sleek hard side black suitcases while Ben wrangled Sophie’s luggage. The men wheeled the luggage out to the car.

“What would you two say about catching some lunch on the way back?” Benedict called out to the back of the car.

Tom’s head snapped over towards Vivian.

“Perhaps we can take a raincheck, Ben?” Vivian responded. “I am wiped from the flight and just want to get some rest.”

“I thought you—” Tom whispered before getting cut off by Vivian squeezing his thigh.

“I’m exhausted as well.” Sophie piped up. “But what do you say we meet up for dinner tomorrow? You two don’t have work, do you?”

Ben smiled at Sophie. “I’m all yours.”

“Goes double for me.” Tom leaned against Vivian.

“Show off.” Ben snarked.

“Soph and I will make the reservations.” Vivian joined. “And now all I want is to go home.”

Tom leaned against her, pondering that he already was home.

-

Tom shut the door to his rented house and stared at Vivian with hungry eyes. He pinned her against the door.

“I have missed you, ma’am.” Tom growled. Vivian’s hand palmed him through his jeans and Tom moaned.

“I have missed you too, sunshine. Now,” She pushed him away. “why don’t you show me exactly how much you missed me?”

Tom’s eyes widened. “What are the rules, ma’am?”

“No rules.”

Tom lunged towards her. “Yes, ma’am.”

His lips crashed as hers, hungry. He trailed down Vivian’s body with kisses until he kneeled in front of her. He tugged her shoes off and placed them off to the side before standing. His long fingers worked the buttons of her blouse, just the shade of green to match her eyes. He let it fall to the ground softly and worked his way to her jeans, taking his time to tug them down Vivian’s legs. She stepped out of them, pushing them behind her to join her blouse. Tom gazed up at her, standing in a matching black lace set.

Tom grabbed her by the waist and walked her into the kitchen beside the front door. “I love you in lace, ma’am.”

Vivian purred as he sucked and nipped along her neck and collarbone. “Thank you, sunshine.”

Tom lifted her up onto the counter and pushed her legs wide, stepping in between them. Vivian palmed Tom through his jeans, which strained painfully.

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable unencumbered?” She reached for his waist, but Tom stopped her hand.

“Ladies first.” He smirked.

He kissed the tops of her tits and pinched Vivian’s nipples through the lace and fabric. She arched her back with a moan. Tom’s mouth and hands continued to move south at an excruciating slow pace. Vivian moaned and whimpered with each touch, kiss, and caress.

“You are going to pay for this later.” Her words croaked out as Tom’s fingers teased the waist of her underwear.

“Bold of you to assume that wasn’t my plan all this time.” His breath hot against Vivian’s skin. His fingers stroked her folds through the tiny scrap of lace. “So wet already, ma’am. Perhaps you would be more comfortable unencumbered?”

He lifted her up and slid her panties down her legs and discarded them on the floor.

“Lie back, please, ma’am.” Tom gently commanded.

His lips capturing Vivian’s inner thigh. She moaned in response, lying back, the counter cold on her bare skin. Vivian trembled in anticipation as Tom drew out his teasing. Finally, his tongue teased her folds and shuddered against his mouth. Her hands flew to Tom’s head, gripping his hair and tugging him tight against her. Tom chuckled against her as he licked and sucked along her. Tom slipped two fingers inside of her with ease, Vivian already so wet.

As he scissored and thrusted his fingers inside of her, Vivian moaned as her orgasm grew closer. Tom sucked hard on her clit, licking along her. She came with a scream.

“Fuck!” Her moans bounced off the tiled walls of the kitchen.

Tom peeked up to see Vivian’s face in ecstasy, his face glistening with her sex. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards the edge. Vivian grabbed Tom by the neck and kissed, tasting her on his tongue and lips. As Tom struggled with his jeans and underwear, Vivian wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight. Tom’s cock leaked pre-cum as he popped free.

“You have been a good boy.” Vivian nibbled behind Tom’s ear, reaching down to stroke his cock, slicking her hand with the pre-cum. “I need you, sunshine.”

Vivian lined Tom up with her entrance and he impaled himself, letting loose a guttural moan. He pressed his forehead against Vivian’s as he rocked back and forth inside of her. Tom’s cock reaching deep inside to hit that spot that made Vivian whimper. She hooked her heels around Tom, pulling him deeper.

“I need you too, ma’am.” Tom panted as his hips snapped against her. “I’m not going to—”

Vivian cut him off with a searing kiss, moving his hand to her clit and swirling his fingers in a circle. She came this time with a soft gasp against the shell of Tom’s ear. His walls and body clench against him. Tom rutted against her and two thrusts later, he spilled into her.

Tom leaned against Vivian, his shirt damp with sweat, jeans hanging somewhere between his knees and ankles. He panted hard from the exhaustion. She pulled him tight to her chest. She combed and ruffled his hair. Tom hummed and wrapped his arms around her, content to remain there until his legs gave out.

Vivian sighed, lifting Tom’s head to meet his eyes with hers. “I expect this kind of greeting every time.”

Tom laughed and stepped back, pulling his underwear and jeans on. “Yes, ma’am. I shall do my best.”

He helped Vivian down from the counter and handed her underwear to her. Vivian pulled them on and took Tom’s hand.

“Now why don’t you show me around the place?” Vivian asked.

Tom blushed and went to fetch Vivian’s clothes and luggage. The home was much like his home in London. Simple and well-appointed. And a bit messy, to Vivian’s chagrin.

“I wasn’t expecting you.” Tom apologized as he hastily gathered up the clothing on the floor of the bedroom and into the hamper.

“It’s fine.” She pursed her lips. “This time.”

Tom caught Vivian’s raised eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am.” He tucked his head, embarrassed.

Vivian swatted at his ass. He tucked out of the way. “Oh, you will pay for that.” She chased him into the bathroom to wash away the day’s flight and activities.

-

After thoroughly washed in a shower for two, which may or may not have included some heavy petting and kissing, Vivian wandered to the kitchen and opened the fridge for a snack only to find near empty takeout containers, bottles of water and a few beers.

“Sunshine! Get in here… Now!” Vivian yelled out.

Tom hustled into the room, pulling on a fresh t-shirt. “What is it, ma’ — oh.” His voice trailed off.

“Car keys now. Punishment later.” Vivian pushed past him to put on a pair of jeans and comfortable shoes.

Tom zipped up his jeans and grabbed his keys, head hanging low.

“Yes, ma’am.” He handed the keys to Vivian.

“Oh no, you’re driving us to the nearest Whole Foods. Clearly we need to go back to meal reports.” Vivian tsked. “I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping tabs on you.” She reached out to cup Tom’s cheek.

Tom shrugged his shoulders. “I’m used to eating takeout and then craft services. I grab a salad or something. I get busy. I’m sorry.” He fiddled with the keys.

She followed him out to the car. “We’ll get you sorted and while I’m here, I can cook.”

Vivian filled the cart with fruits and veggies, bagged salad and a few pre-made smoothies, along with some steak and chicken and a few snacks and candy. Tom sheepishly held up a bag of cookies over the cart.

“You can have them.” Tom dropped them in with a smile. Vivian finished the trip with a couple of bottles of wine. She paid for everything and Tom loaded all the bags into the trunk.

Tom carried all the groceries into the house and Vivian unloaded them, tossing old takeaway containers and reorganizing not only the fridge and freezer but the cabinets too. Once the last bits were put away, Vivian turned to Tom.

“Time for punishment. Jeans and pants off in the living room.”

Tom’s eyes widened, but he complied with a nod. Vivian took her time to head in, giving Tom plenty of time to squirm. She smiled as Tom stood, hands folded in front of his crotch, hiding a burgeoning erection.

She sat down in a chair, legs splayed. “Over here.” Vivian patted her thighs. Tom sighed and laid across her thighs. His cock pressed against her leg.

“Ten swats should do it. You remember what to do, sunshine?” She asked, her hand running up his spine. Tom wiggled under her touch.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rubbed his ass before landing a sharp swat.

“One, thank you, ma’am.” Tom breathed out. His thighs pressed tight against Vivian.

CRACK! The second swat hit his other cheek.

“Two, thank you, ma’am.” Tom called out.

By swat six, Tom was whimpering. His cock leaked against Vivian’s jeans. Vivian scratched his hair as she rubbed the fresh mark. “Don’t you dare cum, sunshine.”

Tom bit into her jeans. “Yes, ma’am.”

The last four swats came fast, Tom thanking and counting each one. Tears dropped onto his cheeks as his brain jumbled between his aching cock and the fire on his ass. Vivian pulled him up to lie against her chest, her fingers raking through his hair and wiping away the tears.

“You did so good, sunshine. Are you my good boy?”

Tom tucked into her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, you are.” She lifted his chin and kissed his lips. Tender and soft. “The cream is in my luggage. Go and fetch it and I’ll put it on.”

Tom lifted himself slowly from the ground and walked towards the bedroom, cheeks red.

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Tom woke the next morning on his stomach. His ass sore from yesterday’s spanking, even with the cream. Vivian lied next to him, her breasts pressing against his bare skin. He groaned as he shifted his weight, careful not to disturb Vivian. Tom was certain jet lag would hit her hard today.

His cock rubbed along the sheets, sending electricity through his body. Tom rocked his hips against the mattress. He never imagined this would be what most of his mornings would be like.

“Don’t you dare cum.” Vivian muttered as she woke up beside Tom. His hips still. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Tom’s cheeks reddened. “You want me to…”

“Show me how you edge, sunshine.” Vivian adjusted herself on the pillows. Tom cleared his throat and grabbed a pillow, tucking it underneath him. Tom rolled his hips against the pillow and moaned. He loved how the fabric rubbed against him. His hips rocked in desperation as he got closer to the edge, stopping just before release.

He panted as he turned to find Vivian with her legs splayed open, fingers rubbing along her clit. Tom crawled between her legs and gazed up at her.

“Touch me, Thomas.” she hissed.

Tom’s head dove as she moved her fingers away. He hungrily ate her out while he slipped a finger inside of her. Vivian pushed him tight against her cunt, her nails dug into his scalp. She came undone on Tom’s tongue, clenching tight around his finger. He collapsed her, and she petted the top of his head.

“Thank you, sunshine.” she responded dreamily.

“You’re welcome, ma’am.”

They dozed back to sleep with Tom on top of Vivian, her hands smoothing down his hair as his eyes fluttered back closed.

It was well past breakfast when they awoke and Tom’s stomach growled against Vivian, causing her to giggle.

“I guess it is time to get up.”

Vivian’s stomach growled as well. Tom groaned. “I guess it is. I would much rather remain here.” He kissed her neck. “With you.”

“We have two whole weeks, sunshine. Let’s pace ourselves. Now head on to the kitchen and I’ll be right behind you.”

Tom kissed and rose, tugging on a pair of boxers before disappearing out the door. Vivian dressed quickly and went to her luggage, pulling a small velvet box from the front pocket.

“Do you want sweet or savoury?” Tom called out.

Vivian quickly replaced the box. “Sweet, please!” And she headed out the door.

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As they finished up pancakes, Vivian’s phone buzzed, it was Sophie.

Change of plans. Not up for dinner. Shopping? And maybe a late lunch? Just us girls. Let the menfolk drink beer over here.

“I’m going to go out with Sophie. Sounds like Ben is going to have you over for beers.”

Tom raised his eyebrows. On cue, his phone buzzed.

Soph and Vivian are going shopping. Come over and drink a few pints. That is, if Vivian lets you off the leash.

She leaned over and read the message. “Did you tell him?”

“No.” Tom slid the phone away.

“Are you ashamed?”

Tom’s eyes shot to hers. “Of you? Never. I would just rather not have to explain myself more than I already do. I love Benedict, but…”

She reached out and cupped his cheek. “He is a little pushy.”

“That is one way of putting it. I would say a right old nosy bastard.”

“Let him wonder, darling.” Vivian pulled him close by the chin. She then kissed him.

They both showered and got dressed with Tom driving them over to the house. Sophie invited them in just long enough to grab her purse.

“Be good, darling.” Vivian kissed him goodbye. “Don’t forget to send me a text with what you ate for lunch.” she whispered low.

“I will.” Tom replied to both questions.

“Try not to burn down the house, darling.” Sophie said to Benedict, before pecking his lips before tugging Vivian out the door.

“Finally…” Sophie sighed as they headed out.

-

Tom and Benedict spent the rest of the morning watching TV and chatting.

“Must be nice to have some alone with Sophie. No kids.” Tom commented.

“Yep.” Benedict popped back. “How about you and Vivian?”

Tom blushed. “We’ve been… catching up.”

“I bet you have.” Ben winked. “Do you think you pry yourself away from the bed long enough to catch a movie with me this week? Guy’s night. Let Sophie and Vivian hang out and drink wine. Complain about us.” Benedict chuckled.

“I’ll check with Vivian.” Tom responded, swigging down the last of his beer and typing a quick message out on his phone. Benedict hung his head.

Tom smiled down at the phone. “Viv says have Sophie let her know what night.”

“Well, now that you have permission to come out and play.”

Tom frowned at his friend. “What does that mean?”

Ben pursed his lips, choosing his words carefully. “I just mean you’ve never asked permission of your girlfriends before.”

Tom smiled and his friend, holding back what he wanted to say, knowing Ben did the same. “I’ve never moved in with any of them either. There’s a first time for everything.”

Tom’s phone buzzed again. “Now what do we say we eat some lunch?”

-

After Tom texted about plans later that week, Vivian waited to finish her transaction before texting a reminder about lunch.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Ready to eat?”

Sophie grabbed her bags. “I thought you would never ask.”

As they settled down at the table, Vivian’s phone lit up with Tom’s meal check in. Sophie leaned over.

“Did he just send you a message with what he ate for lunch?”

“Yes.” Vivian shifted in her seat, anticipating the next question.

“Why?” Sophie asked after ordering.

Vivian glanced at the menu and ordered, handing the menu to the server. She sighed.

“Do you promise not to tell Ben?”

Sophie leaned in. “Yes.”

“So Tom and I…” She drew a circle on the tablecloth. “… are in a dominant/submissive relationship.”

Sophie sat in silence.

“Say something.” Vivian prodded. “You’re freaking me out.”

“That explains so much.” Sophie leaned against her elbow. “And Tom is so happy, so who the hell cares?”

“Really?” Vivian relaxed. “Wow. Thanks.”

“And one of your protocols is he sends you his meals. Smart. He eats like a toddler.” Sophie sipped her drink.

“Yes, he… wait,” Vivian’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know about protocols?”

“Funny story.”

-

Tom jumped from the couch when the front door opened, grateful to end yet another awkward conversation with Ben.

“You’re back, darling.” Tom kissed her cheek. “And have lots of packages.” He spied several bags on the porch. “Did you have fun?”

“Yes I did, darling.” She rubbed his neck as Sophie pushed in.

“Soph!” Benedict called out.

She kissed Ben’s cheek. “Were you nice?”

“I’m always nice.” Ben scoffed. “Aren’t I, Tom?”

“The nicest.” Tom smiled. He pulled Vivian tight against him. “Ready to head home?”

“Yes. I’m afraid jet lag is taking hold.” Her hand slid around Tom’s waist, teasing. “But we are on for Girl’s Night on Wednesday, right?”

Sophie gave a thumbs up and smile.

“Bye, Benedict.” Vivian pulled him into a quick hug. “Sophie.” Sophie squeezed her tight.

Tom and Ben shook hands, and then Tom and Vivian took their leave.

Benedict turned to Sophie and kissed her temple. “I don’t know about her, Soph. Are they moving awfully fast? I worry for Tom.”

Sophie shoved Ben by the chest. “They are just fine. And Vivian is good for him. Now my packages in the car, care to get them?”

Benedict pecked her lips. “Right away.”

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"I like the black one, you look hotter in it." Lily said sitting on the bed of the apartment that Amy shared with Adrian, watching her picking a dress for their date later that night, apparently he had something special planned for them. Amy looked at the gown for a moment, with a critical stare, until her eyes moved to the hanger beside it, where a blue dress was presented.

"I don't know what he has planned… The black one could be too much." It was long, sleeveless, with a beautiful deep neckline.

"Trust me, it won't." Amy turned to her, suspiciously looking at her.

"How do you know?" Her eyes narrowed, analysing even the most minute detail in her best friend's face. "You know something." 

"Well, I don't know for sure!" Lily sounded a little nervous and Amy smiled remembering when she told her about Marcel's party, ruining Adrian's surprise. "But he loves high, elegant and expensive places right? The black one is the definition of all that." 

"Yeah, he does." She put both pieces on the bed, indecisive. "I like the fall of the fabric of the blue one. And the detail in the shoulder." She pointed out the small amount of rhinestones sparkling under the light.

"But it is shorter and not as sexy or elegant." 

"I don't know…"

"Oh! I have an idea!" Lily stood up, almost jumping, extending her hand. "Rock paper scissors, winner gets to pick."

"Seriously?" Amy laughed.

"I never joke with rock paper scissors, Amy." She said solemnly. One hour later, after Lily had helped her do her makeup, the impossibility of using a mirror meant she needed help with that, she was putting on the black dress, a pair of small diamond earrings that Adrian had gifted her on their last anniversary and high, also black, heels complemented the look. She splashed on perfume and headed towards the car that he had sent for her that gently moved around the city until stopping in front of the Raines Corp. building. She entered, waved at Dave, the night security guard, and took the private elevator to his empty floor. She passed beside her old desk, now empty but normally occupied by a young vampire that Amy had joked that he didn't need to turn his assistant this time, until arriving at his office. The door opened and Adrian came out, adjusting his tie, stopping in his track as a slow wide smile lifted his lips, appreciating her.

"Amy." He got closer as she did a little twirl for him. "Wow, you look incredible."

"Thanks." She smiled, looping her arms around his neck once he was close enough. "You are as handsome as always." 

"I have to keep up with you." He seized her waist, his hands were warm and gentle, as his lips captured hers, kissing her like only he knew how. "I have a surprise for you." 

"So I’m told. Almost seemed like Lily knew more than me." She quirked one eyebrow up questionly but Adrian only kept grinning. "Are we going out?" 

"Not exactly." His mouth was on hers again. "We are going to the rooftop restaurant."

"Oh." She tried to hide her disappointment feeling completely overdressed. "Okay, sure." He took her hand and she entwined their fingers together. Adrian led her to the elevator, once inside he leaned his back against the wall softly holding her hips, pressing her body against his. 

"You really look amazing tonight, love." 

"It's the earrings, they do the trick." She winked, moving her hair aside, showing him how his gift looked on her, and he chuckled.

"Actually, it’s the woman whose wearing them." He lowered his head towards hers, smiling, lovingly crashing his mouth with hers. His forehead rested against hers. "I love you."

"I love you too, handsome." She looked deeply into his eyes. "Okay, Mr. Raines, what is going on with you today?" 

"What do you mean?" His hands dragged her closer until her palms met his chest.

"You are even sweeter than usual, not that I'm complaining, by the way, and acting all mysterious..." 

"I'm just delighted to share alone time with you." 

"A very good reason." She smiled as the elevator chimed and the door opened beside them revealing a completely different image than what she was waiting for. "Oh my god… Adrian…" 

The tables that usually occupied most of the space had disappear or were pushed to the sides, flowers, candles and fairy lights filled every inch, a small band was softly playing a slow tone in the background as the smell of roses and jasmines mixed up with the champagne, strawberries and chocolate essence woke up her senses. He hugged her waist once more, kissing her cheek.

"I wanted something special for today and I couldn't think of a better place than where we had dinner together for the first time, where we shared our first kiss, we came here when you accompanied me before the battle with Gaius..." She saw in his eyes the shadow of the memory of the day she died.

"If I remember correctly…" Her fingers threaded through his hair twisting his smooth curls between them as his grin turned mischievous, almost like he knew what she was going to say next, no sign of sadness in his gaze anymore. "...We did a lot more than just kiss that night." 

"That we did. You also showed me how much you trust me." He smiled fondly at her, squeezing her waist before releasing her. "I only found a way to express to you how much I love you and I care about you every day more." He took a small velvet box from his back pocket, sinking one knee on the floor. "Amy, there's a question I have been meaning to ask you for a while."

❣️

[ariadoesntwrite]

There was only one bed?!

Post-game, established relationship. 

rated pg-13 for teenagers being snarky teenagers

Viktoria rested one hand on her hip and sighed disdainfully as she took in her surroundings. “Is it a legal requirement for all hotels to have ugly carpets?”

Tegan dropped his bags and collapsed to the floor with a loud thump.

Viktoria jumped, hands instinctively moving into a defensive position at the sudden noise. “Ew!” She exclaimed. “Do you know how many germs are in these rooms?”

“I don’t care, ‘cause I’m dead,” Tegan mumbled into the carpet, shrugging slightly.

Viktoria let her arms fall and nudged him in the side with her foot a few times.

Tegan managed to remain almost completely still. “Stop desecrating my corpse.”

Viktoria rolled her eyes and removed her jacket, dropping it over the back of a nearby chair. “Calm down, edgelord. Now, wh– Uh.”

She narrowed her eyes and twisted her mouth to the side at the focal point of the room– one queen-sized bed, freshly done up. She frowned at it in disapproval, as if that would make it shift and change before her very eyes, but it did not.

Tegan slowly raised his head, propping his chin up in his hands. He blinked, removed his glasses, rubbed the lenses vigorously on his shirt, then put them on again. “That is… there's one bed in here.”

“Yep.” Viktoria sighed again, then propped her bag against the wall and headed straight for it, yawning. “Well, goodnight Tegan. Sleep well and all that jazz.”

Tegan’s cheek slipped off his hand, nearly causing him to face-plant.

“Hey wait, aren’t you supposed to act all nice and shy and offer the bed to me, at which point I’ll insist that no, really, you should have it? And so on and so forth.” He gestured with his hands as he talked and proffered her a hopeful smile.

Viktoria looked at him over her shoulder and cocked her head, considering.

“Hm, nah.” She flopped facedown and exhaled in relief, then rolled over. “Look, it’s not like we’re sharing the same toothbrush or anything.”

Tegan shuddered, lips pursing slightly. “Thanks’nt for that mental image.”

Viktoria snorted. “Tegan! I’ve shared a bed with friends during sleepovers before, it’s not a big deal.” She tossed her shoes over the end of the bed. “Look, if you’re that worried about me acting untoward, we can make a wall down the middle with the extra throw pillows.”

Tegan slowly sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. “You’re not the one I’m worried about…”

“Then who, the tabloids? Let ‘em talk. Maybe Tyler will ask me for my autograph, on account of my becoming a mini-celebrity and all.” Viktoria joked as she folded her hands behind her head, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Me,’ Tegan wanted to shout, ‘it’s me! I am the problem! Ever since we met, I’ve been dreaming of premarital hand-holding!’

Viktoria scooted to the edge of the bed and softened her tone. “Look, Tegan, do you want the bed?”

Tegan rested his cheek against his knee. “Yes.”

Viktoria threw her hands up in the air. “So do I. Now, are we building the not-so-great Wall of China, or—“

Tegan scrambled to his feet. “N-no, it’s okay. I— You—“ He gestured awkwardly for a few moments, then covered his face with his hands. “It’s just, uh, do you… Do you actually sleep… Um, totally and completely... You know, with no…

Viktoria smiled and waved dismissively at him, then pulled her hair into a low bun. “Nah, I keep my undergarments on.”

Tegan’s knees gave out. He dropped to the floor as if he had just been shot out of the sky, face frozen.

Viktoria leaned over the edge and reached out for him, face twisted in concern. “I’m joking! Oh good job Vik, you really did kill him this time!”

“I’m… fine…” Tegan managed to wheeze, voice pitched about an octave higher than it sounded normally. He curled up in the fetal position, eyes wide open. “Maybe I will sleep on the floor.”

Viktoria raised her hands in surrender. “I’m done messing with you, I promise. At least for tonight.”

Tegan lifted his arms weakly in her general direction. “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

Viktoria grabbed him by the wrists and, with a grunt of effort, hauled him onto the bed… but now he was straddling her.

“Regret! Regret!” Tegan’s entire body seemed to be trying to run away in five directions at once, which ultimately ended in him flopping onto the unoccupied side of the bed almost unintentionally. “Mistakes have been made!”

He shoved his face into the pillow, completely incapable of facing Viktoria for at least another five minutes. “...aaannd I just said all of that inner dialogue out loud, didn't I.” He slapped the pillow with a defeated tone.

Viktoria blinked dumbly. She didn’t even have time to smirk or wink during any of that, it all happened so fast.

“Hey. Can I touch you?” Tegan sighed, shoulders releasing just a bit of tension. “Yeah. If you want…” Viktoria reached over and ran her fingers through his messy hair, splayed out across the pillowcase in every which way like a fiery halo.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think that’s even the most awkward thing you’ve said to me.” Tegan let out a muffled but still sufficiently loud groan that sounded like the cursed lovechild of a foghorn and a cow.

“Is there any chance we could just forget that that ever happened?”

Viktoria smiled and sat back on her heels. “Forget that what ever happened?” She asked innocently.

Tegan shifted onto his side. “Thank you.” He crossed his eyes and touched his nose with his tongue, attempting to break the tension.

Viktoria grinned and reached out towards his face to straighten his glasses. “You’re adorable.” Tegan propped his head up with a loose fist. “You flatter me.” Viktoria threw the thick blanket back and tucked her legs underneath it, then pulled it up to her waist.

“Is it really flattery if it’s true? Honestly, I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever known, and that’s saying a lot.”

Tegan tilted his head, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. “More than Karolina?” “I… crud.” Viktoria scrunched up her nose. “Okay fine, well, she may be prettier than you, but you’re the most beautiful.”

Tegan rested a hand in the space between the two of them and let his legs sprawl out. “There’s a distinction between the two?” Viktoria gave a one-shouldered shrug and attempted to get comfortable.

“Pretty is usually used as attractive, conventionally, but not much more than skin deep. Beautiful, in my book, factors in all of that plus what’s inside– uh, you know, the emotions of the heart, the capacity of the mind, the facets of a personality, the vastness of the soul…” She trailed off, taking in all of Tegan’s features under the soft yellow glow. “Viktoria…” Tegan exhaled and leaned in. Viktoria scooted closer, heart beating out of her chest. “Yes, Tegan?” Tegan gave her a wry smile. “One of us will have to get up and turn the lights off.” Viktoria looked up and clapped twice into the air. No dice.

Tegan briefly raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. “Well, you tried.” Viktoria threw her head back. “Ugh. I’ll rock-paper-scissors with you.” Tegan rolled his eyes but humored her anyway. “Rock, paper, scissors– shoot!” “Hah!” Viktoria placed her open palm over Tegan’s fist and squeezed his hand. “This game is rigged.” Tegan rolled off the bed with a groan and dragged his feet his entire way over to the light switch.

Viktoria raised her head and squinted at him in suspicion. “Did you lose on purpose?”

Tegan’s only response was to flip the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

“Uh… how do I get back?” Viktoria gestured vaguely as her eyes started to adjust. “Echolocation?” “Do I look like Batboy to you?”

Viktoria shrugged, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t see her. “Do you mean usually, or just right now?”

Even though she still couldn’t see much, she could tell that Tegan was making that face at her, the one where his eyebrows bunched up in the middle and his lower lip turned out in the most subtle of cute little pouts.

Viktoria took advantage of the darkness to quickly change out of her jeans and into some leggings as Tegan stumbled his way back. Hypothetically, she could just sleep in the oversized T-shirt she had on, but she figured she had tortured him enough for one day.

Tegan yelled a very harsh sounding non-English word as he bumped into the bed and stubbed his toe.

“This freaking hotel is getting a one-star review on Yalp!”

Viktoria braced herself as an incredibly obvious idea popped into her head too little, too late. “Why didn’t you just… use your phone’s light?”

“YOU—” Tegan lept at Viktoria and tackled her, who let out a very surprised laugh in response.

“I did not expect that from you, of all people!”

Tegan moved off of her and wrapped his arms around his torso. “You know what? I’m tired, it’s late, and I am totally over it.”

Viktoria reached up and placed her palms over his cheeks. Sure enough, they were warm to the touch.

“And you assumed that I wouldn’t be able to tell you were blushing due to my impaired vision in the darkness.”

Tegan collapsed with a defeated groan and threw the blanket over his head. “Goodnight, I am done.”

•••

Viktoria woke to a numb feeling in her arm that somehow reminded her of radio static. She slowly blinked awake.

Tegan had her left arm completely pinned underneath his lean (but not weightless) frame and between the mattress.

“Coffeegan…” Viktoria murmured, poking his cheek lightly with her free hand. “Could you be a good boyfriend and move, please?”

“You’re so warm…” Tegan whined, snuggling up closer and wrapping his noodly arms tightly around her waist.

Viktoria flexed her trapped arm, which had gone almost painfully numb by this point. “I need to go to the bathroom really bad, and if you don’t move soon this isn’t gonna be pretty–”

“I’m up! I’m up!” Tegan flopped off of her arm and over the side of the bed with a crash, taking the blanket with him. “Oof.”

“Rest in pieces.” Viktoria leaned over the edge of the bed. This felt very familiar to her, for some reason. “Are you o—“

Tegan threw an arm over his face, which was completely red at this point... along with his ears and possibly his neck and shoulders as well.

“Just leave me here to die.”

Victoria hopped over to the bathroom to take care of business, slapping her arm to get the feeling back in it on the way.

Someone, who she presumed was Tegan because who else would it be, tapped out the rhythm of Shave and a Haircut on the bathroom door. Viktoria went to answer it, toothbrush in hand.

Tegan gaped at her as she opened the door, arm still raised.

Viktoria took a step back and gave him a bemused smile. “What is it now?”

“I…” Tegan hesitated, the fingers of his free hand tapping absentmindedly against his leg.

Viktoria leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “I know for a fact that you’ve seen me without makeup countless times.” She motioned at him with the end of her toothbrush, then popped it in her mouth.

Tegan motioned in the air around his head with both hands. “You look like book!Hermione.”

Viktoria nearly choked. “Oh yeah, that.” She reached up to run a hand over her hair and smiled sheepishly. “That’s kinda what happens when you tend to toss and turn all night.”

“Oh great.” Tegan began examining his easily markable skin. “I better not have any bruises…Tyler and Ellie will never let me hear the end of it.”

Viktoria stood on the ends of her toes and ruffled Tegan’s hair. “Your bedhead is adorable though.”

“Maybe I can just wear a full-body cloak– huh?” Tegan looked up over his shoulder as Viktoria’s compliment finally registered. “I mean, you think everything about me is adorable… but thank you.”

***

“Does it seem strange to you that no one has stopped and questioned the two baby-faced teenagers traveling together?”

“The two loaded baby-faced teenagers traveling together,” Tegan corrected. “Well, one, anyway.”

Viktoria smirked and slowly entwined her arm with his. “Does that make you my sugar–”

Tegan drew his mouth into a thin straight line. “Don’t. even. say. it.”

Viktoria traced a finger down his chest. “How about just d–”

Tegan looked straight down at her. “I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will never hack another database for you ever again. Ever.”

Viktoria slowly raised one eyebrow. “Ok boomer.”

She giggled and turned on her heel in a way that eerily reminded Tegan of Ellie, skipping over to the elevator and nearly taking out a bystander on the way over with the rolling luggage she was dragging behind herself.

‘Note to self, hide those hair ribbons…’  Tegan groaned and threw his head back as he shuffled over to the opening elevator doors at a much slower pace.

To Viktoria’s surprise, they both managed to make it inside the death box— I mean elevator— without incident.  

Viktoria leaned her head against Tegan’s arm and closed her eyes as the doors shut with a soft chime.

Tegan raised an eyebrow. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

Viktoria nuzzled her face into his arm. “I didn’t sleep well last night. I get kinda loopy when I’m tired.”

Tegan snorted and shoved his phone into his pocket. “No, really? I totally couldn’t tell.”

Viktoria half-heartedly elbowed him in the side before closing her eyes again.

Tegan watched the numbers displayed on the side of the doors drop and tapped his foot against the shiny floor. “Fair warning, if you actually do fall asleep, I’m not capable of carrying you out.”

Viktoria sighed and draped her arms around his waist. “Is that your way of telling me to lay off the pasta?”

“Wh– NO!” Tegan sputtered in protest. “I would never– I was just saying because I am–”

Viktoria opened one eye and raised her head just a tad. “Did the lift just stop?”

Tegan sighed to himself and pulled his phone back out. “I really should’ve seen this one coming by now.”

Viktoria ran the two steps it took for her to reach the doors and futilely pawed at the crack. “Oh no no I cannot die in this outfit, I hate this outfit!”

Tegan cocked his head at her. “Then why are you wearing it?”

She whirled to face him. “Because they’re traveling clothes!” Viktoria’s scream reached a fever pitch, the subtle irony of the contrast between their respective outfits completely lost on her.

Tegan winced and pressed his ear to his shoulder as the sound reverberated through the small space.

Viktoria pulled on the hem of her jacket and lowered her voice.

“Sorry. I’m wearing this because if it gets ruined en route, then I don’t have to mourn the loss of any garments I actually care about.”

Tegan stared at her as if she had suddenly sprouted wings. “...Fashion people are weird.”

Viktoria stuck her tongue out at him. “Whatever, Tall Nerd.”

Tegan raised his arm and rested his elbow on top of her head. “Right back at cha, Raspberry Shortcake.”

Viktoria frowned, but didn’t remove his arm. “At least I have cake.”

Tegan scoffed and shifted his weight. “Really? We’re going there?”

Viktoria nodded solemnly in faux seriousness. “Oh, we’ve been there.”

“...yourchestisflatterthanmine.” Tegan mumbled at light speed, staring down at his shoes and wishing that he could fall through the floor.

Viktoria grinned, then leaned over and pressed a kiss to Tegan’s shoulder.

“Well, if we can survive this together, we can weather pretty much anything.”

Tegan lowered his voice dramatically and peered at her over the top of his glasses. “Even… Karolina’s disapproval?”

Viktoria’s whole body seemed to deflate. “Uggghhh, don’t remind me.” She flopped to the side in one fluid movement reminiscent of a rag doll.

“I already know I’m not good enough for you, she doesn’t have to point–“

Tegan grabbed her by the shoulders.

“Hey. Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” He forced himself to keep eye contact, even as he was combusting inside.

Viktoria couldn't help but smile at his sincerity.

“Look at us, we’re both slowly getting there.”

She gasped dramatically as the elevator began moving again and the door slowly opened. “Freedom!”

Tegan’s eyes widened. He reached out for her in vain. “No wait—”

Viktoria grabbed the handle of her luggage and ran for the door, but tripped over her own bag. Tegan moved to catch her, but only succeeded in falling on top of her instead.

Viktoria hit the ground hard. She began laughing due to the adrenaline– if she hadn’t laughed, then she would’ve probably started crying.

“Ow, my shoulder,” she gasped out.

Tegan rested his elbow on the ground and propped up his chin with his hand. “Well, at least the security guards are having an entertaining day.”

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[chilling-seavey]

Passchendaele - X

A/N Hmmm...

T/W Mentions of violence, injury, and death

“No way. No bloody way.” Jack chuckled humourlessly, tucking his tin back in his jacket, the freshly lit cigarette balancing between his lips as he leaned back on the rickety wooden chair before taking it from his mouth, narrowed eyes staring at Elizabeth through the cloud of smoke that he blew from his mouth. “Women don’t fight.”

“Says who!” Elizabeth snapped.

“The government, sweetheart. Everyone.” Jack replied slyly. “Women belong at home. Raising the children. You’re lucky enough you got sent out here to be a nurse.”

“Oh, save your breath!” Elizabeth scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and glared at him.

“I’m saving all of our asses. I’m not going to get myself kicked from the military and arrested because some housewife wants to play pretend.” Jack jabbed, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“You are the most insufferable, narrow minded, pretentious little a-”

“I think we need to take a breath.” Daniel spoke softly from his spot on the hospital bed between the two hot-headed Brits, looking between them with uncertainty spread all over his face. Zach stood at the end of his bed with Daniel’s uniform draped over his arm, his wide eyes flicking between Jack and Elizabeth like their conversation was a tennis match.

“Control your woman, Seavey.” Jack grumbled under his breath, glancing around the privacy wall Elizabeth had set up to look across the hospital floor at the other patients.

“I don’t need your help, Lance Corporal.” Elizabeth snapped, making him look back towards her. “On the contrary, I think I can do just fine without your help. Better, even.”

“Jack…just…can you just do this one thing for us?” Daniel sighed.

“What for?” Jack rolled his eyes.

“For your injured friend. I took a bullet to the leg and this is all I want.” Daniel took Elizabeth’s hand and sent a pout to Jack.

“Christ, you aren’t honestly pulling the wounded soldier card on me.”

“Is it working?”

“Seavey, you of all people know how dangerous it is out there.” Jack spoke softly as if Elizabeth couldn’t hear them. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“I know, but she wants this. We can all look out for each other right?” Daniel offered. 

Jack looked between their group before sighing and taking another drag of his cigarette, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees, “Fine. But for the record I was forced into this against my will.”

The next day, Jack and Zach brought supplies into the hospital as discreetly as they could, having to pull an extra uniform off one of the deceased men in the trenches and wear it under their own uniforms into the city in order to get it past the officers. Elizabeth continued work as usual, hiding the supplies the men brought her behind the old cattle feed in the back of the church and not speaking of their plan to anyone. Daniel was improving greatly, finally able to stand and walk a little after three days from when he was shot. It was easier when he had Elizabeth to lean on. He couldn’t deny that was an amazing nurse. Exactly three days after the counterattack, Daniel was looking well enough to head back to the trenches which meant it was time for Elizabeth to get rid of her nurses’ uniform in exchange for the soldiers’ one.

Jack and Zach showed up again that same day, helping her to walk Daniel outside, appearing to onlookers that he was simply being sent back to the camps. But they took a turn around the back of the church and into the alleyways, making sure they were hidden from view and Zach stood watch. Jack took his first aid kit from his pocket and pulled out the small pair of scissors.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Daniel asked softly, running his hand through Elizabeth’s blonde curls as she took her veil off and sat on a milk crate.

“I don’t have a choice.” Elizabeth replied, sending him a small smile. Daniel leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“You actually do.” Jack grumbled, walking around Daniel to take place behind her. He grabbed a handful of her soft hair and hacked through it with the scissors.

“Be careful with her.” Daniel whispered to him as the girl winced at his aggression.

“Tell that to the Germans.” Jack replied lowly.

The blonde wisps fell to the cobblestones, the sunlight seeping through the open air of the alleyway seeming to make the discarded hair shine against the stone. Elizabeth kept her eyes down, silent, as Jack cut her hair short. Daniel watched nervously, trying to read what she was thinking from merely her facial expression, but he couldn’t.

When Jack finished, he stood back to admire his work, stopping once more to lean in and clip one more loose strand from over her forehead.

“I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself.” Jack nodded once.

Elizabeth raised her hand to her hair, finding it cut short and pushed away from her face, a shocking comparison to her usual shoulder length curls.

“Thank you, Lance Corporal.” Elizabeth spoke softly, offering him a light smile. She turned to Daniel and absolutely beamed at him, “How do I look, darling?”

“Still beautiful.” he smiled.

“You two can’t be doing that on the front lines. It’ll blow your cover right away.” Jack scolded, waving the scissors in the air between them.

“We’re not on the front lines.” Elizabeth retorted, pulling Daniel down by his sleeve to kiss him.

“Christ sakes.” Jack grumbled, looking away from them. “Can we get a move on here? Lieuten… uhm… Sergeant Besson will be expecting us.”

Elizabeth jumped up from the milk crate and reached behind the stack of feed to pull out the uniform and kits that Zach and Jack managed to pull from the camp, and from the dead. The three men looked away as she changed, minds reeling as how they were expected to even pull this off.

“Private Fisher at your service, gentlemen.”

The three turned around to see Elizabeth dressed in their similar uniform, her wide smile on display as she spun around slowly. It fit her surprising well all the way down to her boots that were a size too big but still worked, her cap sitting nicely over her trimmed hair. The old blood stains on the uniform made her fit in even better.

“Ah, shit, she doesn’t have a rifle.” Zach sighed, setting his hands on his hips.

“We can take one from the camp when we get there. There’s plenty.” Jack mumbled, eyeing the woman in front of them. “Christ, we might actually get away with this.”

“I feel good!” Elizabeth beamed.

“You look good.” Zach agreed.

Daniel nodded, his expression faltering a little. The blood stains on the uniform made him nervous about taking her out there, all the way to the front lines were men get picked off easier than all hell, dropping around him left and right. What if a German man in hand to hand battle started choking her out? There was no way she was strong enough to fight him off.

“Dani,” Elizabeth whispered, taking his face in her hands to get him to look at her, “It’s going to be okay.”

“We’ll take good care of her, won’t we?” Zach tossed his arm around Elizabeth’s shoulders, making her smile over at him.

“Yeah.” Daniel forced a smile.

“Now hurry up and kiss her one last time before Zach gives her the dog tags and she becomes a man.” Jack demanded impatiently.

Daniel leaned down to kiss her, feeling her smile into it, his arms wrapping around her waist. She pushed him back gently after a few seconds, patting her hand softly against his chest with a loving smile.

“Here you go.” Zach draped the dog tags around her neck, and she tucked them under her uniform. “It’s important that you go by that name that’s stamped on there.”

“We’ll go over everything on the ride back to St. Julien.” Jack said, ushering them all out of the alleyway and back towards the city square out front of the church.

Elizabeth fiddled with the button on her collar as she walked quickly after the three young men, her boots struggling to stay put with each step. She stayed partially hidden behind them as they climbed into the back of the waiting truck.

“Good to have you back, Private Seavey.” the driver said.

“Good to be back, sir.” Daniel replied as they all sat down, Elizabeth squished between Daniel and Zach and she kept her head down. On the drive out of Ypres, the guys quizzed Elizabeth quietly on all she needed to know about their advances and her place in their section.

“It’s always ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’.” Zach said as they pulled up towards camp.

“Salutes in greeting and parting.” Daniel added.

“And honestly just keep your mouth shut unless spoken to.” Jack finished as he hoped out of the back of the truck. 

Elizabeth peered out at the tent filled camp, men busying themselves around the area, doing laundry or cooking meals, some resting in the grass. She followed their small group from the truck, watching as Zach slunk into one of the tents as casually as he could behind the older men who were busy chatting and he snagged an extra rifle and a box of bullets. He rushed after their group towards the trenches, handing Elizabeth over her new weaponry and she slung the rifle over her shoulder as she walked, opening the pouch on her hip for Zach to pour in the .303s.

She thanked him softly with a smile.

“Stop smiling.” Jack snapped under his breath. “Men are dying around us. There’s no reason to smile.”

Elizabeth glared at his back as he led them through the winding trenches. Daniel fell into next to her, having to greatly restrict himself from reaching out to hold her hand as they walked. It definitely wasn’t their usual stroll in park from back home.

“Single file, bloody idiot.” a passing man jabbed, ramming right into Elizabeth’s shoulder. She slunk in step behind Daniel, neither speaking a word as they marched after Jack.

They didn’t know where they were headed but they didn’t dare question Jack, his patience already running thin from the whole situation that he was pretty much forced into. They had been walking a while, finally reaching the front line and he turned sharply to head down it. It always felt like a different world at the front line, as if the world fell more silent, the shock faced men caked in dirt and blood staring up at them hollowly as they passed. It was a sight Daniel certainly didn’t miss. He was glad Elizabeth wasn’t walking beside him anymore because he didn’t think he could handle seeing her reaction to the true horrors of the front lines. And to think there wasn’t even a battle going on.

The regret for letting her follow her desire to do this was eating Daniel alive and each step made him feel more and more sick. It didn’t help that his leg wasn’t completely healed yet either.

Jack finally stopped them in a secluded area, a small bulge in the line for the lookouts to take stand. It happened to be empty, so he took up that opportunity to show Elizabeth the proper position for battle, trying to fit eight weeks worth of full military training into the span of a few minutes. She obviously couldn’t fire in fear of triggering an enemy response, but she could aim, carefully resting the tip of her rifle on the parapet. Jack pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it as he eyed her closely, adjusting her arms or the way her leg was angled.

Daniel and Zach watched silently from behind them.

“Stand To is every morning at daybreak.” Jack explained quietly, smoke tumbling from his lips. “We’ll take this position in case of enemy fire.”

“So we shoot first?” Elizabeth asked softly.

“Christ, Fisher.” Jack groaned, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose tiredly, his cigarette balanced between two fingers. “This is why women don’t do this. No. It’s preparation in case the Germans start shit.”

“Okay. Sorry.” Elizabeth mumbled, moving back from her position.

“It’s ‘sir’ or Lance Corporal to you, Private.” Jack snapped, pushing his glasses back on, “And I didn’t say you can stand down.”

Elizabeth rushed out an apology and got back into position.

Jack looked to Daniel and Zach, his expression nothing but unpleased, and blew out a puff of smoke, keeping his narrowed eyes at the two younger men as he spoke over his shoulder to the girl, “You’re going to kill us all, Fisher, I hope you know that.”

[here4theheartbreak]

Silent Love (NamJinMin)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jimin x Jin x Namjoon Genre(s): smut, PWP

Written for @btspolyshipbingo  Square Filled: Gags

Tags: smut, pwp, gags, dirty talk, deep throat, bareback, choking, rough sex, threesome, aftercare, D/s elements, top!Namjoon, switch!Jimin, bottom!Jin, sub!Jin, sub!Jimin, Dom!Namjoon

Summary: Namjoon got new toys for his boyfriends. He can’t wait to hear their silence. Word Count: ~2.7k A/N: This fulfills an anonymous request from a while back, someone had wanted something similar to my work Naughty, which was a NamJinMin with Dom!Namjoon and bratty subs Jimin and Jin. I hope this satisfies!

Jin and Jimin were both in the living room when their phones buzzed. Their eyes met; that could only be one thing. Sure enough, a text to their chat from Namjoon.

‘Bedroom, now.’

As soon as they scrambled up, Taehyung groaned from his perch on Jin’s chair. “Should I leave? Are you two gonna be loud again?”

Jimin flushed. “Shh. Plug your ears.”

“Or go find JK and have some fun yourself,” Jin teased. Taehyung’s lips narrowed.

“That was— You— Oh, go see what Namjoon wants.” He pouted. Jin rolled his eyes, tousling Taehyung’s hair before following Jimin toward Namjoon’s room.

Namjoon was sitting on the bed in his boxers, a small box sitting in front of him. “Strip.”

Jin and Jimin jumped to obey, stripping out of their clothes and leaving them in a pile by the door. Jimin was half hard from the anticipation alone, and Jin was on his way.

“You’ve been so good lately, boys,” Namjoon praised. He motioned for them to sit on the bed and leaned over, pressing a kiss to each of their mouths. “We’ve worked so hard - professionally, and intimately. I wanted to get you guys a present.”

“What is it?” Jimin asked, eyes falling to the box.

“Well... I’ll admit, it’s a present for me too.” He pushed the box between Jin and Jimin.

“Open it.”

Jimin looked over at Jin, who nodded. “You do it, Jimin.”

Jimin pulled the cover off, his eyes widening a little at what was inside. “Hyung—“

“You know what these are, right?” Namjoon asked, already knowing the answer. Though he liked it when his boyfriends played innocent, they were far from it.

Jimin and Jin both nodded. Jin reached down, giving his hardening cock a light squeeze.

Namjoon reached in and picked up the two items, one in each hand.

“I couldn’t decide which I wanted my boys in more... So I got one of each. You can take turns when we play. I’ll let you two decide which you want this time.”

Jimin’s cheeks burned hot as Namjoon held up the toys. Each was a thick strip of black leather with ends that buckled. The middle of one of the strips was a thick rubber ball, swirled with pink and purple gradients. The other had a large circular ring in the center.

Jin and Jimin shared a glance. “Which do you want, hyung?”

“Rock paper scissors? Winner takes first?”

Jimin nodded. He looked to Namjoon for permission. Namjoon nodded.

The two put their fists in and Jimin called it. His stomach did little flips when he realized he’d lost, throwing paper to Jin’s scissors. Much to his surprise, Jin crawled over to Namjoon and pointed to the one with the circle. “Can you... put yourself through this?” Namjoon nodded.

“Jimin will wear that one...” he looked back and winked at Jimin as he spoke.

“Thank you, hyung.” Jimin whispered, his heart pounding. His mouth began to water in anticipation, cock giving an aching throb.

Namjoon strapped the one with the ball securely around Jin’s head, checking a few times to make sure the ball was firmly in Jin’s mouth. His plush lips were spread wide around it, nostrils flaring as he looked up at Namjoon.

“It’s perfect,” Namjoon assured him. “Get your ass ready for me while I play with Minie. Watch what I’m gonna do to him.” He passed Jin a bottle of lube and moved onto Jimin. He took his time aligning and strapping the ring gag to Jimin’s head, adjusting to make sure it sat comfortably in his mouth but still held it open obscenely. Jimin’s cheeks were bright red by the time Namjoon finished, drool already pooling in his open mouth and threatening to dribble. Namjoon slid his finger in, stroking the smooth top of Jimin’s tongue. “Gonna use you to get my dick nice and wet, baby. You always fight me so much when I want deep throat. Can’t fight me now, can you?”

Jimin shook his head. He whimpered when the action caused him to drool, and reached to wipe his chin. Namjoon caught his hand. “Don’t. You’ve always got the perfect face... Today I wanna wreck it. You’re gonna choke on my cock. You’re gonna take Jin-hyung’s too. You’re gonna be a mess. Do you want that, Jimin?”

He whimpered and nodded, not bothering to move when more drool ran from his open mouth.

“Get on your knees on the floor. You can use a pillow.”

Namjoon rose, tossing his boxers aside. He stroked his cock, watching Jin as he fingered himself open.

“You’re so quiet, hyung. Nothing to say?” He taunted. Jin huffed behind the gag, rolling his eyes. Namjoon smirked.

“The nice thing about gags... When you boys are quiet... You can hear all the nasty things I’ll doing to you.” He grabbed Jimin’s hair and dragged him forward, angling his cock so it slipped into the ring in Jimin’s mouth.

Immediately Jimin gagged, his shoulders heaving. Namjoon pulled out and drove back in, looking over at Jin.

“See?” Jin whined, driving another finger into himself. His cock was red and leaking on his thigh, desperate for attention.

Namjoon turned his attention to Jimin, pulling his cock free. “So pretty, Jimin. Look so good.”

Jimin whined, leaning forward. He blinked up at Namjoon, setting his hands on his thighs.

“You asking for more?”

Jimin nodded without hesitation.

“Want me to fuck your throat, Minie? I knew you’d love it.”

Jimin whined loudly, leaning forward. He caught Namjoon’s tip with his open mouth and began to bob his head. Namjoon groaned.

“Pinch my thigh if you need me to stop,” he warned. He grabbed the back of Jimin’s head, fisting his hair, and began to thrust.

The room was filled with the obscene sounds of Jimin’s throat as Namjoon drove into it. Jimin coughed and gagged, his short nails digging into Namjoon’s thighs, never squeezing. Drool streamed from Jimin’s mouth and Namjoon’s cock in obscene strings, coating his chest and his own stiff cock. Each quick in breath was wet and raspy, and his red mottled cheeks were wet with tears.

Jin whined loudly, drawing Namjoon’s attention. He turned, spreading his ass to show his hole, slightly gaped and slick with lube.

“Aw, does Jin-hyung’s hole need attention too?” Namjoon cooed. Jin nodded.

“I’m not done with Jimin’s pretty mouth yet, though.” Namjoon stroked Jimin’s lip with the tip of his cock.

“Why don’t you come over here and lay down. Jimin’s cock looks a little cold. Bet you could warm it up. You can watch me use his mouth in the mirror.”

Namjoon stepped aside and angled the mirror so Jin could see. Jin stretched out on the floor, bunching a pillow under his waist to let his cock hang comfortably. Jimin straddled his hips, using his own drool to slick his cock before pushing into Jin.

Namjoon watched with a smirk on his lips, the way Jin’s eyes widened, the muffled cry and puff of his cheeks. The way Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he gave a few involuntary pumps of his hips. His lovers were perfect.

Namjoon stood over Jin, feet braced on either side of his slim waist. He grabbed Jimin’s head once more. “Don’t make him come. But you can come if you need to.”

Jimin nodded. Namjoon slid his cock in, holding Jimin’s head tight to his crotch. He watched Jimin jerk, driving into Jin hard, before letting him go. From the mirror, Namjoon could see Jin’s wet cheeks, his cock twitching and dribbling precome. The sound of his muffled screams complimented the wet squeeze of Jimin’s tired throat as he fucked into it, each deep thrust forcing Jimin to thrust into Jin that much harder.

Namjoon knew Jimin was close, and was almost disappointed. But he had told Jimin he could come, it wouldn’t be fair to withhold it. Instead he began to drive into his mouth harder, urging the pace of Jimin’s own thrusts. As he watched Jimin’s eyes fade in and out of focus, a sure sign of his impending orgasm, Namjoon smiled.

“Such a good boy, Jimin. Make me so proud. Come for me, Minie. Fill up hyung’s ass and make it nice and wet, just like you’re wetting my cock. Come on, do it for me, baby.”

Jimin positively glowed under the praise. He grabbed Jin’s hips and began to slam into him. Jin screamed - or at least Namjoon was sure he would be screaming, but all that slipped past the heavy gag was a firm moan. Jimin’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body jerked, throat fluttering as he tensed.

At the same moment, Namjoon slid his cock as deep as he could and held Jimin against him, cutting off his air supply. He counted to five, feeling Jimin jerk under his hands, before letting him go.

Jimin collapsed, coughing and gagging. His cock slid out of Jin’s used ass, still dribbling come.

“Good boy, Jimin, in through the nose, baby,” Namjoon coaxed, helping Jimin lean against the bed. “You’re not done. You got to play with Jin-hyung’s hole. He’s gonna play with yours while I fuck him, okay?”

Jimin nodded, pointing to his mouth. Namjoon nodded. “We don’t need your ass today, baby. Not when we have a perfectly good hole right here.”

Namjoon winked and Jimin flushed, his eyes crunching into what would have been a shy smile if not for the gag.

Namjoon helped Jin stand, placing a smattering of gentle kisses along his jaw. “Go ahead.”

Jin leaned over Jimin, bracing one hand on the bed. He stroked his other hand through Jimin’s hair. Jimin whined softly, leaning into the touch as he looked up at Jin.

Gently, Jin slid his cock in, gasping as well as he could around his own gag. Namjoon grabbed his hips, guiding him in slow, deep thrusts. “How’s that feel, hyung? Does our boy’s mouth feel so good?”

Jin nodded rapidly, his fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair.

“That’s it. You fuck his mouth and you come on his face for me, okay?”

Jimin began to struggle then, causing Jin to pull back. He looked up at Namjoon pleadingly and pointed to Jin’s cock before pointing into his open mouth.

“Would you rather be come down your throat, baby?”

Jimin nodded rapidly. Jin looked back at Namjoon for confirmation. Namjoon nodded, pressing a kiss to Jin’s broad shoulder. “Come down his throat.”

Jin huffed, his eyes glinting with excitement. He looked back down at Jimin before sliding his cock back in, picking up a deep, even pace almost immediately. Jimin gagged hard, his eyes closed tight. He held lightly onto Jin’s thighs, feeling the muscle flex under his hands.

“Slow down a second, Jin-hyung.” Namjoon commanded. When Jin obeyed, he slid his cock home, not missing the way the gag muffled Jin’s desperate squeal or the flutter of his ass.

“You did good, Jimin. He’s nice and wet for me.” He pulled out and caught some of Jimin’s come dribbling from Jin’s hole, using his cock to push it back in. From there he picked up an almost painful pace, slamming into Jin and forcing his cock in and out of Jimin’s throat.

The room was filled with the wet noises of their bodies and the quiet smacks of skin against skin. Jin’s muffled screams emphasized it, and Jimin’s gagging and coughing whenever he could breathe made that much dirtier.

Jin’s cock began to twitch, his hands flexing in Jimin’s hair to signal his impending orgasm. Namjoon picked up the pace, noticing the squeeze of Jin’s rim around his cock.

“Fill his throat, hyung. Make him choke on it.”

Jin looked down at Jimin, their gazes meeting. Jimin nodded as well as he could. His eyes rolled back and body jerked forward when Jin slammed deep three times in a row. On the final time he held Jimin’s head to his groin, groaning behind the gag. Jimin began to struggle a little, his shoulders heaving.

Jin pulled back suddenly and Jimin felt forward, coughing hard. The final rope of come splashed across his nose and cheek, adding to the mess.

“Good boy,” Namjoon panted. He fisted Jin’s hair and dragged him over, giving him a shove. “Hands and knees.” Jin dropped, his cheeks burning as he caught sight of himself I. The mirror. Hair mussed, eyes wet with tears, drool sliding down his chin as he huffed around the gag stretching his mouth obscenely. Namjoon settled behind him, their gazes meeting in the mirror as Namjoon slid back into his sore ass.

“Jimin, come over here, close to me. I want you to to share,” he commanded as he began to fuck into Jin once more. Jimin obeyed, though the shaking in his arms was a telltale sign he wouldn’t be able to make it much more.

Namjoon pulled out and stroked himself quickly, driving two fingers of his free hand into Jin’s hole as he did. He groaned happily, letting his head fall back. He slipped just the tip of his cock into the ring in Jimin’s mouth as his orgasm washed over him, spilling over Jimin’s tongue. He pulled out and slammed back into Jin, holding his hips still as he finished off his orgasm, shoulders shuddering as Jin flexed around him.

Namjoon slumped over Jin’s back, panting. He pulled out, rubbing Jin’s lower back when he shuddered and whimpered. Quickly, he moved to Jimin, unhooking the gag and pulling it free. He set it aside and grabbed a pack of wipes, carefully cleaning Jimin’s face before rubbing his jaw. “You okay?”

Jimin nodded, eyes a bit glazed over. “Go lay in bed. I’m gonna take care of Jin then we’ll all cuddle, okay?” Jimin nodded again, moving only when Namjoon gave him a little push.

Namjoon went to Jin, who’d given up holding himself up and stretched out on the floor. He unhooked the gag and set it aside, massaging Jin’s jaw as well. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and used the wipes to clean his sore ass.

“You still with me, hyung?”

Jin nodded, shifting to rest his head on Namjoon’s thigh.

“Come on, crawl into bed with Jimin. Do you boys want something to eat?”

Jin cuddled up against Jimin’s side. He nodded and Jimin giggled tiredly. “You always want something to eat. Oh!” He covered his mouth, surprised by the forced rasp of his voice. He looked over at Namjoon, panicked.

“Don’t worry, no vocal work for a few days, I made sure. It’ll fade quick if you rest. I’ll grab a cough drop for you.” Namjoon pulled on a pair of shorts and slipped out of the room.

He returned with a tray of food and drink, setting it on the bedside stand. “Sit up.”

The two obeyed with only minimal complaints, taking the items handed to them, a small bowl of chocolate ice cream for Jimin, a bowl of orange and pineapple slices for Jin. Namjoon sat close to them as they ate, keeping a close eye on both and gently rubbing their legs and sides, anything to offer some comfort. When Jimin finished, Namjoon handed him water and a cough drop, and passed a bottle of water to Jin as well.

“Wanna sleep?”

Both nodded, the exhaustion in their faces clearly visible.

“Don’t choke on the cough drop, Jimin,” Namjoon warned. “Try to stay awake until it’s gone.” Jimin nodded.

Namjoon smiled, knowing damn well Jimin wouldn’t and he’d likely be fishing the lozenge out of his boyfriend’s mouth in about thirty minutes. But he didn’t argue, only settled between the two and opened his arms.

Jin and Jimin both melted against his sides. Jin was shivering ever so slightly, so Namjoon kicked the blanket up over their middles.

“You were both such good boys,” he praised, placing soft kisses to their foreheads. “Tonight was amazing, I’m lucky to call you both mine.”

He continued to talk in quiet tones, praising one or both as he tried to soothe them. Jin dozed off first, his mouth pouting out just enough to be painfully cute. Jimin lasted only a few minutes more, though he remembered to take the cough drop out and set it on the stand before closing his eyes for the night.

Namjoon laid awake a while longer, watching his boyfriends sleep. They’d all been through so much already, quiet moments like this were hard to come by, and deeply savored. He wished he didn’t need to sleep, could watch the two rest until morning, but he knew it was impossible. Namjoon finally let sleep catch up to him, his arms still wrapped tightly around his loves.

[buns-with-a-book]

Tenderness

Vergil gets the strap. That’s literally it. I wonder if there’s such thing as fluffy smut. It feels like this is the fic for that.

Credit to FuryEclipse for the dildo reference and Sync for inspiring me to write about pegging Vergil. 

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC/Vergil Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz

Summary: Vergil gets the strap and Cassandra reveals herself as a very loving dom.

Vergil had expected this, considering he was the one who (very bashfully) approached her about this, and yet he still found himself caught completely off guard by Cassandra. She was in a deep blue lingerie set, the black contrasting against the intense blue lace. The colors reminded him briefly of his demonic form, and he wondered if it was intentional. His gaze drifted down the design of the forget-me-nots, first coming to the most obvious thing that was on her hips: a silicon dildo that was one of his personal favorites. The pattern on the dildo was akin to clouds against the sky, one of the things he liked the most about it. It curved upward in a way he found pleasing, when all alone in the darkness of their bedroom with his imagination and the ridges of the toy. He still remembered when she found it, when embarrassment burned through his body and made him wish he could disappear right then and there. Much to his relief, she was more than accepting of it.

That was how they were here. His eyes flicked to her legs, thighs accented by black stockings, and he can feel arousal burn up his face.

“Vergil.” His eyes flicked up, staring at her with wide eyes. “You know the light system?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” She pressed a kiss to his hand. She slid onto the bed, her hand grabbing the lube. His eyes flicked to her hand, rubbing the slick lube over the dildo. Her other hand gently pulled him close, taking his lips into a tender kiss. After a few moments, she pulled back  “Do you want me to stretch you out or do you want to do that yourself?”

“I will do it.” She nodded, allowing him to take the bottle of lube. Pouring the cool lube onto his fingers, he reached back and pushed a finger inside him. He lowered his head, slowly pushing it in and out of him. He bit his lip as he worked, his head hung low as he prepared himself. He only faintly heard her soft praises, her words stirring something deep within him. He doesn’t think too much about that, sliding a second finger into him to scissor and stretch to take the toy. What really gets him is the nervousness that simmers, the pride that restrains him from truly giving into her, just beneath the surface. And he’s quite certain she knew it as well.

He stretched himself just a little more before straddling her hips, hovering just above the toy. She held the toy steady for him, letting the tip push past his entrance. Vergil let out a grunt, squeezing his eyes shut as it finally slipped into him. She slowly let go of the toy. With the tip in, Vergil slowly descended. He hissed as the toy sunk into him, feeling his legs tremble as each inch of the dildo pushed into him. He could feel Cassandra’s hand resting on his, trying to comfort him through these new sensations.

“I’m here…” She murmured gently. “You’re doing so well…” He grunted as the dildo was finally sheathed inside him. He glanced up to her, seeing her smile. He swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight. He stayed there, still and quiet, for a few minutes. Cassandra’s thumb gently rubbed at his skin, a comfort as she watched him. Slowly, he lifted himself up before pushing back down, the first of his attempts to ride. He noticed the prideful sparkle in her eyes, a soft smirk gracing her lips. Her other hand began to massage his thigh.

“I’m so proud of you.” She hummed, the words making him shake. Her hand on his thigh moved upward, grabbing his rear and giving it a squeeze. He faintly smirked as his pace smoothed out, Vergil becoming more comfortable with the position he had over Cassandra. Content with his pace, Cassandra’s hand moved to stroke his cock. The touch made him hiss, his hips stuttering from the contact.

“You will be the end of me…” He whispered.

“I’d say the same for you, Vergil, considering I never expected you to even think about taking the strap.” She hummed. Vergil let out a grunt, reaching back to pull her close. She let out a soft gasp of surprise as he pressed her face against his neck. After a few moments, she gently nipped at the skin, earning a low hiss from him. His cock throbbed at the tiny bite, smearing precum against her skin. Her hips began to move with his, a slow careful pace that matched his while the hand around his cock continued to stroke him. “I love you.” She whispered, a sound that filled Vergil with pride.

“As do I, my rose.” He whispered into her hair, his pace starting to speed up. He let out a low growl, feeling her shiver against him. He’s close, he knows it so, and he knows that when all of this is said and done, he will take his due another time. He already has plans for when to surprise her and with what...but, for now, his mind drifts back to the silicon dildo he’s riding on and the oncoming orgasm. He squeezed Cassandra’s hand tightly, growling as he practically spears that sweet spot with the tip of the dildo. His cock twitched as cum splattered onto her midsection. He stayed there, panting heavily before he slowly lifted himself off her, Cassandra doing her best to support him.

“You done?”

“I am.” He nodded. Cassandra nodded and undid the harness that held the dildo, standing up.

“I’ll run a bath and spoil you rotten.” She hummed, stepping out of the harness and taking the dildo off. “And clean the toy, before you ask.”

“And you?”

“I’ll take care of myself later, mister ‘I just got pegged’.” Cassandra smirked as she went to their bathroom, swaying her hips as she went. Vergil narrowed his eyes. Perhaps those plans would have to be shifted around, just for that cockiness. The sound of running bathwater caught his attention, followed by the scent of something soft and floral. Lavender, if he had to guess. He slowly stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Cassandra was busy washing the toy in the sink, a towel already laid out for the dildo to dry on. He walked his way to the tub, filling up with water, and stepped inside. He hissed softly at the cool water, slowly settling himself down. When the tub was full, he turned off the water and closed his eyes. He could hear Cassandra turn off the sink water, probably finishing up with the toy, before he heard the faint shuffling of clothes being taken off.

“Vergil? Can you move forward, just a little bit?” He let out a mildly interested ‘hm?’ at that but obliged, moving forward a little. She settled behind him. He felt her hands, lathered with something that smelt strongly of lavender, rub and massage his back. Before he could stop himself, he began to purr. She chuckled softly behind him. “Hey Vergil...I’m really proud of you today, for trusting me with the strap.” He didn’t glance back to her, not wanting her to see him blush. “You did a really good job taking it.”

“You’re buttering me up.”

“Pfft, cute. But I’m being quite serious.” She leaned up, nuzzling his shoulder. “I’m honored to see a more submissive side of you.”

“...you’re welcome.” He turned to face her, feeling her lips against his. Despite the occasional dip into insatiable brattiness, he had to admit it, he lived for these soft caring moments with her. Cassandra smiled against his lips before pulling back, continuing to massage his back. Vergil leaned against the tub, his body relaxing as her hands worked at the knots (of which he knew there were plenty). And yet, Cassandra did not say a word about them.

After minutes of massaging, just before Vergil was ready to doze off in the cool water, Cassandra stepped out. He turned to her, confused as to why she stopped.

“I need to freshen up the bed before we conk out for the night.” She leaned over to kiss his temple. “I’ll be right back.” With that, Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom. He watched her go quietly, impressed at how she was able to move despite the ride he had given her. But then again, there was always something he was impressed about her. He closed his eyes in thought, letting out a soft sigh. He heard her change the sheets and the blankets outside their door, muttering about the work, followed by sounds of things being put away. His mind occasionally drifted into near-slumber, a side effect of all the lavender that had been used. He stood up and got out of the tub, taking a moment to pull out the stopper and let the water drain. Taking a towel, he began to dry himself off. As he did so, he heard Cassandra let out a sigh of victory before her walking back to the door. She popped into the bathroom, taking a towel and beginning to dry herself off. Vergil hung his and passed her by, walking to the bed and laying down. He closed his eyes, faintly aware of Cassandra sliding into bed and curling up next to him. Her arms coiled around his waist, her head resting on his chest. He wondered, as he drifted off into slumber, the last time he felt so...content.