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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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I really love every AU you have written so far! And I have to thank you for keeping every one of them somehow alive because reading every new prompt is just saving the day!!❤️❤️

May I ask for a Pokémon AU prompt? Thenas Pokémon are telling Gil that he should have a nice dinner date with Thena so they are helping him, asking her for a date.

Just them and their Soft, funny and beautiful moment. (You decide if there will be a kiss^^)

"Gallade."

Gil nearly spit out his bite of food, instead aspirating and choking on it. He thumped his fist on his chest a few times before he finally managed to swallow it properly. He stared at the pokemon leaning against the kitchen counter, just...looking at him. "Excuse me?"

"Gal," the psychic/fighting type shrugged. Gil had heard him just fine, there was no mistake. It had said what it said. "Gallade."

"Uh," Gil stuttered, his face flushing at the deadpan request - really it sounded more like an order - to ask a certain Ace Trainer out on a date. "What...brought this on?"

But Gallade still didn't rise to Gil's flustered reaction. It did lean off the edge of the counter, looking over to the sliding side door, where Thena was mixing Dragonite a bowl of special, personalised pokechow. Teddiursa was watching her do it, in a phase of being fascinated with every process he witnessed. "Lade."

Gil blinked at the very simple statement of Thena's happiness. He supposed he could see what her pokemon meant. She wasn't always the most expressive person in the region, but certainly Gil could always tell what she was thinking or feeling. And yeah, maybe recently it had been easier to read a clear lightness and happiness off of her. And yeah, maybe she seemed to be in a pretty good mood, even after long days in Victory Road or when he got in late and literally woke her up from waiting for him. And yeah, maybe it was really cute, and made him really happy to see her so happy.

"Gal-Gallade."

Gil just wasn't sure if it could really be said that he was the reason for that happiness. Was he happy that Thena was happy?--of course! But to say that he was the reason for it. Gil nodded his head at the low patio on the side of the house, where Teddiursa was watching over Thena's shoulder as she pointed out the elements of Dragonite's specially tailored and nutritious meal. "You don't think that has something to do with it?"

Gallade smiled, its fondness for its new teammate and little brother showing through. It might have accepted Teddiursa as a mere presence at first, but even he had to admit that the little cub fit right into their family.

Gil looked at Gallade again as it basically argued that Teddiursa was far from the only reason for his trainer's recent spike in happiness. "Noticed what?"

"Gallade, Gal-Gallade," he continued, moving his hand(?) in a very human way as he chatted with Gil. They had known each other for a long time, after all--before Gallade was even a Gallade at all. It had known Gil all this time, and been able to notice that he and Thena clearly were bonded. But it was more recently that the bond seemed to 'change' as the pokemon phrased it.

"Change how?" Gil frowned, although Gallade was quick to assuage his worries. Gil hadn't really thought about their relationship being all that different--certainly he hadn't noticed any big, dramatic shifts between them.

There were some...significant events, sure. But maybe the repercussions from them had set in more slowly than he had really realised. From Teddiursa's arrival, to them becoming 'Mama' and 'Papa' to the little cub, to the Beware incident and beyond. And of course there was that one time...

"Gallade," it said more firmly, pulling Gil out of his thoughts. This wasn't about him thinking about things too hard. This was about him and Thena finally acting on feelings everyone could clearly see they had.

Gil scoffed, "we do not."

"Ninetales."

"Not you too," Gil sighed as the fire/psychic type walked over to them. Her tails swished as she settled in the kitchen to be part of the discussion that was making Gil feel more and more ganged up on. "I don't-"

"Nine."

Gil blushed. Well, sure, maybe he did have some feelings for Thena that were not...entirely friendship based. But surely that just came with the territory of someone's best friend being perfect in every way. Friends could be friends and also be smart, and beautiful, and talented, and a great trainer, and sweet, and caring, and humble, and devoted, and mindful of the environment, and a good mother, and-

"Gallade!"

"Look," Gil held up a hand to both the stubborn pokemon staring him down. "Even if I did have feelings for Thena--which I'm not saying I do!"

Gallade actually rolled its eyes at him (the nerve).

"That doesn't mean she has those feelings for me."

"Nine?" the fox pokemon looked up at Gil, utter disbelief - and maybe some amusement - on her muzzle. Her tails swished on the kitchen floor letting him know how unconvinced she was. "Ninetales."

It was hard to argue with a part psychic type that could read the occasional mind. Not that Thena's mind needed reading, as far as Ninetales was concerned, her trainer's adoration of Gil being so obvious (apparently).

"Ninetales-Nine," the pokemon continued, utterly remorseless about telling Gil all about Thena's increased thoughts of him, her eagerness to see him at every possible opportunity, even her new habit of sighing every few minutes. And that was nothing to say of her increased heart rate whenever he was around.

"Gallade," it interjected, trying to argue a more action based approach. No matter the evidence presented, it didn't matter unless one of them actually did something about it. And Gallade was through with leaving it up to his trainer to make the first move for herself. "Lade."

She still hadn't entirely forgiven him for the stunt he pulled that one time.

Gil blushed again, looking out at Thena, chatting with Dragonite so he wouldn't have to eat outside alone, or cram himself into her modest little kitchen. Teddiursa was sitting in her lap, happy just to be in his Mama's presence.

Gallade poked Gil in the cheek, just to make sure the ranger was aware that he was, in fact, smiling like a fool.

"Ugh," Gil swatted the hand(?) away, "yes, thank you, I get it."

"Gallade."

"I don't know," Gil sighed at the persistence of their conversation. He looked over, now finding that even Froslass had joined them. For all he knew, the ghost had been there the whole time, invisible to his human eye. "What if...what if it doesn't work? What if that's not how we're meant to be and I...ruin it?"

"Froslass?" the sensitive ice/ghost type frowned, tilting her head at him.

"What if," Gil paused, leaning on the counter and dropping his head, "what if I ruin the best thing in my life?"

"Gallade?"

"Of course she is!" Gil barked in response, raising his head but still stuck looking at Thena outside, bathed in midday sun with the mountain wind tossing her hair around. "How could she not be?! She is the best part of every single day I have! Days I don't see Thena are--are awful! They're the worst--they don't even count as days! They just one long, miserable stretch of time!"

The three pokemon let him go on.

Gil let out a laugh, unable to stop now that the ball was rolling. "You think I can have a good day without that?!"

He held out his hand, pointed in the direction of Thena, her head tossed back in laughter.

"Impossible! I'd rather be on Garbador duty for a month! I could have the worst shift of my Arceus forsaken life!--and if I get to see Thena smile, then everything's fine! I know my job isn't easy. I love it, and I'm happy to do it, but it's not like I can be happy every single second I'm at work."

"But being with Thena?" Gil slammed his head down on the counter, letting out a kind of muffled shriek into his hands. The pokemon startled faintly but still didn't interrupt. He raised his head, leaving his chin on his hands as he looked at her. "It's what I was meant to do."

Arceus and Celebi and all the legends in between: the ranger was done for.

Gil groaned as he felt a cold hand(???) pat him on the shoulder, "thanks, Froslass."

"Fross!"

Gil picked his head up, looking at all three pokemon trying to encourage him. "Are you sure?"

"Froslass," the ghost tapped his shoulder again and pointed outside at her trainer.

Gil wasn't sure what she was trying to convey to him--he didn't have any ghostly powers for him to know what they were saying. But he did watch as Thena talked with Dragonite, now making the large dragon type laugh and flap his wings in delight. She gestured for him to lean down, swiping some crumbs away with the scarf around his neck. He let her happily, his tail swishing around.

Just like Gil had known Gallade as a shy little Ralts, Thena had been there when Dragonite had hatched as an itty bitty Dratini. She had even held Gil as he'd cried tears of joy after hatching his first egg all on his own, outside of work.

"Fross," the ghost nudged him, telling him to keep watching.

Thena turned her attention to Teddiursa, as the little cub began its part of the conversation. Her smile was bright as it talked and gestured out parts of its story.

Gil loved that smile.

"Froslass."

"Maybe," Gil inhaled, looking at Thena and drifting out of the kitchen as he was drawn to her inexorably. "Maybe you're right."

Gallade's jaw dropped--that was it? He had been trying to convince the ranger and their trainer to act on this for months - although it felt like literal years - and that was all it had taken? The ghost that had joined their team only two months before Teddiursa was the one to convince him?!

"Ninetales," the second-longest standing team member offered in condolences. She picked herself up and wandered back to her bed by the fireplace, content that at least something was going to happen after all this.

Gil slid the patio door open and shut it behind him. "Hey."

"Hey," Thena smiled, twisting around to look at him and tucking one of her legs into the other at the knee. "Teddi was telling me about a herd of Bouffalant in the valley."

"They're migrating," Gil smiled, sitting himself down with a chuckle. For as worked up as he had let himself get mere moments ago, he felt a lot calmer now. Looking at Thena just had that effect on him, maybe. "We're spending the next few days making sure they don't invade the Tauros' space too much as they all settle for the spring."

Thena looked down at their little bear, "would you like to go see them down in the valley tomorrow?"

"Teddi!"

Gil watched the little bear bound up Thena's arm to her shoulder, nuzzling his fuzzy cheek against hers. She picked the bear up to tickle its tummy, relishing in its laughter. And when Teddi laughed, Thena laughed.

"I have the day shift."

Thena looked at Gil, at the sudden declaration and the way he'd said it. "That's good."

"And," he inhaled, trying to keep his focus while Thena looked at him, the wind at her back, the sun on her cheek, the valley slightly out of focus behind her. "Since I'm off nights this week, what about...dinner?"

Thena let out a faint laugh, trying to discern where he was going with this. "Well, you're the one always reminding me to eat it, so I'm sure we could-"

"No, I mean," Gil leaned forward, pulling her extended leg to slide her closer to him. He held her eyes, encouraged by the way her pupils grew wide and her breathing hitched. "Dinner...just you and me."

She blinked at him, her lashes fluttering, breathing quickened. A faint flush rose in her cheeks, "you and me?"

"Me and you," he smiled. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"O-Okay."

Gil wound their fingers together, pulling her closer despite Teddiursa in her lap and Dragonite sitting behind him with its jaw dropped. He let his lips move against Thena's naturally--almost too naturally for being 'just friends'. He pulled back with a grin.

"It's a date."

#Thenamesh Pokemon AU #I have said it once and I'll say it again #Gil has game #Gil can be smooth #for one person and one person only #and obviously that is the love of his life #poor Gallade #he has seen all the signs #he was THERE #for it all #and then Froslass is like bro just ask her #look at the way she smiles you know you can't resist that #and Gallade is like tHAT'S ALL IT TOOK #Ninetales here like I don't know what to tell you dude #but they're both just happy they're going to see their trainer happy #Gallade acts so put out by having to witness their affections #but he'll be waiting around for her to get home like a disgruntled father #he's standing in the kitchen with a coffee mug of water #poor mon just wants to lie on the couch and watch his shows #instead he has to witness Gil and Thena stumbling in the door making out #He shoos Gil away because it's a work night for both of them and also he doesn't wanna see that

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esamastation · 7 months

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Part thirty-two of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one

The first few hours in the forward camp go by quickly, for Angeal. Mostly in putting down brushfires and smoothing down ruffled feathers.

"That was Sephiroth, right - Sephiroth is in our camp!"

"Where is he then? I want to meet him!"

"Think he would shake my hand?"

"Does anyone have a camera - I want to send a picture to my Ma!"

Most of the troopers are excited - and they have every reason to be. More SOLDIER means less dangerous work for them while the SOLDIER members take care of the more dangerous missions.

But you can't please everyone.

"Well?" the infantry Colonel in charge of the town demands when Angeal presents himself to the man. "Isn't he even going to come to introduce himself?"

"I'm very sorry, sir," Angeal says awkwardly, with the Turks' warnings still in his ear. No one is to know that Sephiroth isn't at hundred percent right now. And Angeal agreed. "It was a very busy time in Midgar just before we left, and the plane wasn't exactly comfortable - he's resting before we start tackling missions tomorrow."

"Couldn't he sleep on the plane? Isn't he supposed to be a veteran - doesn't he know you're supposed to catch all the sleep you can get, when you can get it?" The Colonel huffs, offended and superior. He's an older man, in his fifties, and though Angeal doesn't know him, he recognizes the type.

A lot of older military types didn't really… believe that SOLDIERs were worth the hype.

"What if we were in an emergency situation here and the camp was under attack?" The Colonel asks. "Would he have sauntered off then, just willy-nilly?"

"I'm sure in that case Sephiroth would've fought, but as that wasn't the case," Angeal says slowly, "I'm sorry sir, in favour of the missions ahead, he's getting all the rest he can, now."

It takes more than that to placate the camp commander, and Sephiroth would need to present himself first thing in the morning, but at least Angeal manages to keep people from trying to bother Sephiroth. Who… really didn't look too good, before.

Angeal had got him two folding screens and a table from the loot storage - he'd even found a nice tea set, and some tea in a tin - and if he didn't know better, he would've said Sephiroth almost… cried.

He's never seen the man look so lost.

Which sends him here, to the mess hall set up by the infantry in one of the larger buildings of the town. It's impossible to miss, and he had to wonder how the pompous Colonel didn't claim the building for the command - it's easily the grandest in the village, with spacious interiors and the inner courtyard with a mossy garden.

All the plastic folding tables probably would have made Sephiroth sick, though.

Angeal approaches the field kitchen with his proverbial hat in hand, asking, "Hey, do you have any chocolate here?"

"We do - for a price," the cook says, apologetically. "Sorry, sir, it's protocol - the company provides you grub and meds, but all luxury goods are Gil only."

And the prices are, of course, through the roof.

"... And if it's for Sephiroth?" Angeal asks hopefully, because the poor kid in him can't stomach paying fifty Gil for a candy bar.

The cook hesitates and then narrows his eyes. "... Sephiroth eats chocolate?"

"It's his favourite," Angeal lies shamelessly.

There's a moment of painful hesitation between protocol and idol worship. "... Fine, but just this once, okay?" the cook mutters and quickly shoves two bars towards him. "I can get away marking these out as damaged in transit, but after that they'll start taking it out of my pay! And don't go spreading this around either, sir, or else everyone will be begging for charity!"

"I won't tell a soul," Angeal promises and adds two chocolate bars to his tray. "Thank you so much."

He fills the tray with enough food for him and Sephiroth and offers an apologetic smile to the group of SOLDIER Seconds before heading out.

He doesn't quite make it to his and Sephiroth's quarters.

"So, the big guy is not doing so hot, after all."

It's Reno, accosting him along the way, lounging back against a bit of painted wall. He's not quite hidden - except that coming from the direction he did, Angeal couldn't see him.

"Mood seems to go up and down; he's practically swinging from side to side, that man," Reno continues, watching the street idly. "You got it handled?"

Angeal stops and takes a steadying breath, staring down the street. It's getting late and dark, and the green-tinted electrical lights by the Shinra troops clash with the red paint of the buildings. "Sephiroth is meditating."

"Yeah, because that's totally something he does," the Turk snorts, folding his arms. "I've read his file, man. A homebody he is not. If this was your usual mission, he'd already be out there, fighting."

Angeal hesitates, looking down at the tray. "He's going to be fine," he says. "Now excuse me, the food will get cold -"

"Hey, man, I'm on your side here," the Turk says. "I'm just asking. We just want the best for him!"

Sure. "The Turks are very invested in this," Angeal comments pointedly and gives the redhead a look. They are - hell, they'd sent not just one, but two Turks to the front lines! That's more than investment.

The camp had been excited to see Sephiroth and Angeal there - they'd been less excited to find out that they came with Turk company. Turks don't generally take part in anything to do with Wutai, the war front isn't exactly their area of expertise, and that's how the military likes it. Though they're technically all part of the same department, there's no love lost there. The Turks very much aren't welcome.

That's probably why Reno is here - in the shadows, out of view. The Turks hadn't been seen much since their landing, really. And probably for a good reason.

"We're invested in damage control," Reno says, peering up at the sky lazily, leaning against the wall with all the grace of a cat. "Whatever's going on with Sephiroth isn't normal, and it's in the company's best interest that it doesn't come to head in Midgar."

"Right. Far better if he loses his cool here," Angeal mutters, watching as a curious firefly investigates a flood light. "Less collateral damage."

"That's it," Reno agrees lazily. "Personally, I'd prefer that whatever is going on with him is resolved quickly, so that we can all go home. But we will be here as long as it takes. As long as he needs."

Great, that's just wonderful. But… that also means that they're not in a hurry. Even the dozen or so missions pressing in on them aren't that high priority. They don't have the forces or the resources to make another try at Fort Tamblin, and most of the fighting out there has been fought into a standstill.

The war is essentially in a stalemate until further notice. The point of Sephiroth being here - before his incident, anyway - is more about morale than anything else. It always looks good when they send in the big guns, after all.

"As long as he needs," Angeal repeats. "Really?"

"The President approved it and everything," Reno agrees and looks at him. "Whatever Sephiroth needs."

Well. He knows that's probably bullshit, but in case it isn't… "Sephiroth needs time," Angeal says after a while, following the firefly with his eyes as it flies away. "And I think more than anything he needs privacy."

Reno narrows his eyes. Then his expression clears. "Alright, privacy we can arrange," he says flippantly. "Never much cared for military camps anyway. Right then. Good night, Hewley."

Angeal watches him go suspiciously, but it appears that was that. "Right," he mutters and hopes it wouldn't come back to bite them in the ass later.

Shaking his head, he returns to the house, to find that Sephiroth had finished rearranging the furniture to his liking - he's also made tea, and is holding a steaming cup in his hand as he stares into nothing.

His hands, Angeal notes with relief, are no longer shaking.

"Here, food," he calls. "Also found you something special."

Sephiroth blinks and looks up as Angeal puts the tray down, handing him both of the chocolate bars. "Oh," he says. He looks guilty. "Angeal, I…"

"Special gift from the commissary, free of charge - next one we will have to pay for, and they charge through the nose here," Angeal says cheerfully and sits across from him, divvying up the plates and utensils. "So you better enjoy it."

"... I will. Thank you," Sephiroth murmurs, closing his long fingers delicately over the treat.

"Good. Now come on, let's eat," Angeal says, pushing the plates closer to him. "We have a lot of work tomorrow. Better stock up."

"... Monster hunting, right?"

"Yes," Angeal agrees. "Just you and me and a bunch of wild beasts. It should be great."

Sephiroth looks at him for a long moment and then, finally, nods slowly. "Alright."

They eat, and the tightly wound coil of anxiety in Angeal's gut unwinds, if only a little.

#Fanfiction #ff7 #ffvii #svsss #angeal hewley #reno of the turks #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 3 months

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CHOCO-CHOCOBO! [ FIC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: NOW THAT I'M PLAYING FFXV, I JUST KNOW THAT PROMPTO WOULD ADORE THE CONCEPT OF CHOCOBO GIRLS (FF13: LIGHTNING RETURNS IN YUSNAAN) ! I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT THE GUY FROM THE CANVAS OF PRAYERS WHO WANTED A CHOCOBO GIRL'S NUMBER WAS PROMPTO IN ANOTHER LIFE. ANYWHO, ENJOY READING, MY DARLINGS! TW: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, USAGE OF PETNAMES (PRINCESS, BABE), EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT (IT STARTS OFF CUTE BUT IT GETS NASTY AFTER THAT!) PROMPTO ARGENTUM X FEM! READER

The Chocobo Post in Duscae has never been this livelier before ever since they organized Chocobo races. Now that the Deadeye in the area is dead, the owner and staff decided to implement a feature that was long pushed aside due to the past circumstances they had. With enough Gil and materials, what they had planned went in full swing, accompanied with many new and familiar faces; the owner himself even graciously invited the four Hunters

That's why the blonde male was shaking in his boots. Sure, he was excited that Noct mentioned something about visiting the Chocobo Post in a passing statement but he wasn't expecting this. His blue eyes keep flitting everywhere, from the gang to the owner then back to the girls in front of him. Mind you, girls who were dressed up akin to Chocobos. Their outfit consisted of scantily golden coloured bikini tops, thigh high stockings and boots that looked like Chocobo feet. Not to mention the feathery plumage behind them and the feathery wing-like gloves. It doesn't help that the girls were grinning at him, giggling at him as they beckon for him to come closer

"Hey, aren't you the one of the Hunters that killed off that Deadeye? Choco-choco thanks!" "Choco-chocobo, your hair have the same colour as our Chocobos! Say, do you want to take a picture with us?" "You're pretty cute for a Hunter, y'know! Come here, Chocobo boy!"

No wonder the guys were grinning from ear-to-ear in the car, refusing to give an inkling of what he was going to see when they arrived there. Everyone that day could still remember the visible flush that was on his cheeks and neck, the male capable of saying yes meekly to the Chocobo Girls' invitation for an impromptu photo session. It was a really, really long day

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"Do you think this looks alright?" You asked, the feathery plumage fluttering as you do a twirl. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Hard. "Yeah, it looks fine, totally fine—" He blurted out, propping his chin up on his hand as he stared up at the figure standing in front of him, baby blue eyes skimming down your form greedily. It doesn't help that his skin is warming up considerably too. He sat up straight, hands reaching out for you and his fingertips grazing your exposed sides "Can I touch it?" He coughed out, shaking his head as he cleared his throat before muttering "Can I touch you?—" His eyes are wide with so much hope pooling in them, his brows arching upwards and his lips pursed in a thin line. A very nervous, quivering line

"You don't have to ask permission," You giggled as a smile blossomed on your pink lips. Lips that he just simply adores. He sucked in a breath sharply, holding it as his gloved hands enveloped around the smooth flesh. He pressed his thumbs into your muscles gently, slowly trailing them upwards while he pulled you closer and closer to him "So pretty," He mumbled, his golden bangs tickling the skin of your breasts as he planted a soft kiss in between them "My very own Chocobo girl who's the cutest," The male added a beat later, letting his lips linger on your skin a while longer before sinking his teeth in, evoking out a gasp of surprise out of your lips. It's so hot. His ears are burning from hearing that precious little noise. "The sexiest," He drawled out, arms snaking around your hips and waist as his hands began to fondle with the straps of the costume "Wanna take these off," He muttered, his fingers hooking into the elastic band of your shorts, sliding them down just enough so he could see your pussy. It was soaking wet, your wetness staining the fabric. His tongue swiped against his lips unconsciously, his eyes narrowing in interest as he pulled the cloth down all the way through before his hands went back to squeeze your thighs, tempted to just swipe the pads of his fingers against your clit "All this just for me?" He questioned, the edges of his eyes crinkling from grinning too widely "Can't wait to fuck you stupid, babe—" The male hastily dragged his other hand to the buckle of his belt, undoing it as he tugged you down to his lap, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and once he does undo his jeans, he's almost embarrassed of how stiff he was. Keyword; almost. He couldn't care less of about what he feels right now, the only thing he wants to feel is your tight walls enveloping him and clenching down on him like a vice. His blue eyes turned into half-lids as he watched how the head of his cock brush and prod against your soaked folds, your arousal just simply dripping and coating over the flushed tip. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you started to lower yourself down, fingers digging into your backside as you take him inch by inch He knew that you had to ease yourself like this every time, your cunny too tight even for his size but fuck, he can't take it anymore—

The blond wrapped his arms around you, muttering a gentle 'Sorry' against the shell of your ear before grabbing a handful of your thighs and forcing you down his cock, the male happily swallowing up your whimper when he pressed his lips on yours. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry—" He chanted, groaning into your mouth as your hips met in rapid succession "Wanted my cock in you so, so, much, princess—" As soon as he said those words, he felt you tighten around his pulsing cock and he nearly sprained his neck from how hard he threw his head back, his brain filled to the brim with the thoughts of your warm pussy and how good it felt to be in it. One of his hands slithered up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back just so he could litter a mess of hickeys on the soft skin of your neck

"That's it, keep-mmh-taking my cock like that," The blond praised, his mouth parted slightly before he moved up to your lips, blue eyes fluttering shut from the taste of your tongue invading his mouth which just made him hasten his pace even more. He had to pull away, he had to. If not, he would've busted his load right then and there and he didn't want that He wanted his sweet, sexy girlfriend to cum first So with another whine leaving his lips, he dragged his hand to be in between your legs, rubbing his fingers on to your clit furiously while you start to squirm in his embrace. The male knew you was close, judging by the way your muscles are tensing up, your moans getting higher in pitch. He wasn't so far behind either, his thrusts mostly consisted of him rutting his pathetic cock in and out as he tried to push the both of you over the edge "P-Prompto, I'm going to—" Your words were cut off by a loud, pleasured cry and it made Prompto lose his mind, your slick juices dribbling down his thighs as he continued to bully his cock into you. It was more than enough for the man to let loose now that your needs were satiated first. With another bruising kiss to your lips, the blond pulled away before putting his entire focus into his pace, not really heeding the constant pleas and whines from you to 'slow down' and be 'gentle' He's almost there, he can feel it. His thighs going taut, his jaws clenched and the constant, throbbing ache in his loins as he kept on going. His persistence was then rewarded, the blond whimpering in pure delight as he felt his sweet girl clenching on him for the third time. His body not even hesitating to just simply flood you with his warmth, your pussy milking his cock for he's worth while you both basked in the sweet, sweet afterglow. He'll worry about the Chocobo costume later on, his brain's too mushed to think about cleaning them and returning them back to the owner. It was a rental after all

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 10 months

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Hey 👋 Of you are in the mood for some headcanons, how about the sdv villagers reacting to a farmer that's constantly with at least 3 Junimos? The idea came to me after seeing the Easter egg in the menu. Maybe the Farmer telling them that the Junimos were the ones who fixed the community center and everything else? Thank you! Have a nice day! :D

Heya 👋 sorry for a long reply. Hope you like it and thanka fo asking ❤️

This post is long, be aware:

The trip to visit Mullner was unusual at the very least in that Junimos stealthily got into Farmer's backpack himself. All Farmer wanted to do was wish Alex a happy birthday, but the confused athlete doesn't understand why apples are rolling from his room into the living room. No loud surprised voice in the living room either, as George didn't even pay attention to Junimos, engrossed in watching his TV program. And only Grandma Evelyn almost dropped the bag of flour in the kitchen, whispering to herself, "So Farmer's Grandpa was telling her the truth..." She'd thought her childhood friend was joking about these tales, but now... Oh, dear.

Elliott saw some apples fall from the Farmer's basket, which they were holding in their hands, and he kindly wanted to offer to help the Farmer pick them up. But no sooner had the red-haired writer opened his mouth than he saw those very apples Rolling toward the forest. And if there was a slope, he would understand, but this? "Oh, that's Junimos." Pardon, who?

"Heh, funny creatures" If the Farmer thinks that after meeting with merpeople, mermaids, and giant sea monsters that almost destroyed Willy's boat and himself, he will be surprised by the harmless and cheerful forest creatures, then think again. For old sailor it's another story that you can tell the youth!

Pierre was unable to utter anything when he was buying whole cases of apples from the Farmer to resell, and from one case 5 apples with blinking eyes rolled out and disappeared from the store. Well, at least he didn't need to pay for those apples. What?

Caroline show a more emotional reaction than her husband, when she saw Junimo. What are these magical creatures? Magic? Was she supposed to go to him again to find out if these creatures were dangerous or not? To whom? Ah nothing, it doesn't matter.

Wow! What smooth movements these robots have! They look like normal cute toys. M? Not toys? Don't say that, Maru recognizes a well-made robot everywhere. What interesting models, she already wants to ask who designed them, and- ?????? Did she get it right, they disappeared? "Told ya they weren't robots." Maru was speechless.

In the carpentry shop, coughing and smoke is everywhere. Of course there is! Robin is once again berating Demetrius for almost burning down the lab again because of her beloved husband's experiments. It's all smoke and smells like burning! What if Sabby and Maru were in danger of suffocating? She told them to be careful! Oh, hey Farmer, now's not a good tim- are those apples with eyes on their shoulders?... Yep, looks like they've both had smoke inhalation, so the first hallucinations are showing up. Ok, everybody outside, now!

Like a noble dog, which courageously endures loud and pulling the tail capricious children, Marlon stands and also endures "children" in the form of forest spirits, who jump on his head, pull his cloak or play around him. And he will look at the Farmer judgmentally with that look of "go and quiet your children". Marlon has seen a lot of monsters and wonders in his life, so he's not too surprised by Junimos.

Gil is not bothered by apple-like spirits, because like his one-eyed friend, he has seen a lot. So he will go on sleeping, ignoring the noise and clamor. Seriously, even if a storm formed within the Guild, Gil wouldn't be woken up by it.

Well, Rasmodius is glad that the Farmer was able to forge such a strong connection with the forest spirits (even better than himself, unbelievable). He is still studying Junimo, so the wizard can ask the Farmer to bring the spirits here so he can ask Junimos some questions (better than forcibly teleport them to his tower).

Yeah yeah, of course... The tiny magic people did it all. And the next day, they'll clean up Pam's trailer and leave her a full can of cold beer. Kiddo, the hell are you telling her this crap? What, you think she was born yesterday to believe in these stupid fairy tales?

Nothing unusual, just Kent coming home with Jodi after grocery shopping at Pierre's. Nothing unusual, just a Farmer walking towards them who greeted them in a friendly manner. Nothing unusual, just 5 strange apples with eyes, arms and legs following the Farmer in formation. Nothing unusual... Even the fact that Jodi fainted and now Kent is bringing his dearest wife to her senses, he is no longer surprised by anything. Just 🗿 face.

Oh, what's that? The Farmer has something to show her? Okay, Penny will take her mind off the book for a minute. Is that an apple? For her? Thank you so much Farmer ❤️ They're so kind to the young teacher, she just got hungry and... Wait, why are there eyes glued on the apple?... They're blinked!? *Gasp!* Well done Farmer, the poor teacher is now lying passed out on the grass.

Harvey.exe stopped working. When Farmer told him about Junimo, the doctor first thought that Farmer had a sunstroke and was about to give them first aid. But when the apple-like creatures came out of Farmer's backpack and began to study Harvey with curiosity, the stroke had already hit him. Where are his sedatives?

It seems that Shane had gotten so used to Farmer's oddities all along that he wasn't confused at all about them squatting outside Marnie's Ranch and talking to.... apples. It's just another Tuesday for him now.

No one believed Jas and Vincent when they told the adults that they had seen the Farmer in company with moving magic apples. They, like little detectives, will now follow the unusual Farmer until they learn their secret (or until kid's parents call them home because it's dinner time!).

But the one who gets to investigate late into the night is Abigail, who believed the kids' stories and took Sam and Sebastian along as partners on a scouting mission. What will be their surprise when they follow the Farmer to the woods and see small creatures emerge from the thick foliage of a bush. Gnomes, dwarfs? What are they? Abigail will scare the Junimos away with her excitement and they will hide in the same bush. The Farmer, too, almost dies of fright and will want to climb into the bush themselves, but Abby, Sam and Sebby won't let them. Now begins the interrogation and initiation of the famous A.S.S. trio into the secrets of the no less famous Farmer.

Lewis was sincerely grateful that the Farmer, the hero of Stardew Valley, was able to restore the Community Center and return Pelican Town to its former glory. But he still doesn't understand why the Farmer doesn't want to say how they were able to restore the center, always hiding behind the fact that "some keepers of the forest helped them." Making up some fairy tales, just like their Grandpa ...

One summer morning, Leah met Farmer when she return from the lake to her home. They were carrying a woven basket of nature's gifts: mushrooms, berries, and... Oh, apples! Leah thought that the fruit of the wild forest apple trees would not ripen until early fall. Can the Farmer tell where they picked the apples? Oh, not apples? Then what are-? Huh, little eyes and little hands... Strange, she thought she was processing mushrooms when she ate them at breakfast, why would she start hallucinating... She'll be shocked when Farmer tells her she's not imagining it. Indeed, the Valley is truly full of secrets.....

Marnie warned the Farmer not to go to that strange tower. She warned, but what do we have now? Farmer with small creatures. She hope they are at least kind???? Maybe Because if they're not kind, and if they hurt Jas, then oh boy, Farmer is screwed.

Clint nearly nailed the poor Junimos with a hammer, mistaking them for rats in his blacksmith's shop. Couldn't you tell they were strange woodland creatures and not rats?! What? No, he's not surprised by the apple-like keepers of the forest, but he won't tolerate rats in his house. Clint isn't afraid of them, he just can't stand rodents.

Ah, dear friend, and in the company of Junimo! That's perfect. Linus was just telling Leo about the various spirits of the worlds, and the conversation turned to the keepers of the forest, Junimos. And now he can even introduce them to Leo. Although, Leo forgot about his mentor's lecture and started playing with Junimo together with the parrots. Linus sighed and decided that his student really needed some break from studying.

"Ewww! Rats!" Haley screamed at the whole house and cowardly climbed onto the sofa, mistaking the frightened Junimos for a horde of rodents. Haley dear, rodents can't be green, red, and apple-shaped. Her sister Emily, to be honest, would rather have rats than...what is this exactly? She, not realizing that what was near the feet of the Farmer, took her sign of Yoba, and said something (drive away evil spirits). Emily, not you too... They are harmless creatures!

Gus's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he took a knife and wanted to cut an apple for dessert in the Saloon, and the apple.... squeaked and rolled across the bar towards the Farmer. So... what do toy expect from Gus? Serve customers, even apple-like customers? What do they eat?

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Sleeping Beauty | Chapter 4

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3] Read on AO3 [x]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Sleeping Beauty inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking, and a female elf living in Mirkwood under the care of Radagast, who is actually the 'lost' daughter of the late High King Gil-Galad. Taglist: @hufflepuff1700, @jinlizz-dragondrama, @firelightinferno, @bubbleyukismile, @coopsgirl, @achromaticerebus, @sleepyamygdala

Thranduil caught up easily to the rest of his company and the group came to a sudden halt in a clearing. Thranduil lifted his chin, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight before him.

She stood there in the middle of the clearing. The Enchantress. She stood tall, clad all in black, a long smooth staff of walnut wood clutched in her right hand. Subtle glittering gems were woven through her long black hair. She was staring at the top of the staff in her hand as if it were far more intriguing than the ten elven soldiers who had appeared before her with their king.

Thranduil, however, was not fooled one bit by her little show.

“Did you know?” Her voice was soft, melodic. Mere mortals had fallen for her charms many times over, for the Enchantress was pleasing to the eye and could sound like a simple, innocent woman. If you did not know her, you would easily fall victim to her allure. It was, after all, how she managed to get so much of what she wanted - and how she had survived this long, other than the power she held within her. “That the walnut tree is often associated with the element of fire?” She shook her head as if stunned by the fact, as she examined her staff of walnut wood.

It was quite obviously a threat and a very thinly veiled one at that.

“Enough.” Thranduil’s voice boomed across the clearing, only barely holding back a roll of his eyes. “If you have come here to set the wood aflame, you already know you will not leave it with your head still attached to your wretched body.”

The Enchantress’ attention flickered to the king, her gaze narrowing as she looked upon him. “Lord Thranduil.” She sneered, mock bowing before him, though she never broke eye contact and she barely dipped at all. "How is your father?" She asked before lifting a delicate hand to her mouth as if shocked at a sudden remembrance. "Oh! That's right..."

Thranduil merely straightened his shoulders, puffing out his chest slightly as he glared back at her. “You are not allowed to be here.” His voice was dangerously soft.

She smiled softly at him, though her eyes were practically on fire as her stare bore into him. Thranduil stared back, unperturbed even as a couple of his shoulders shifted beneath the weight that had settled upon the clearing.

"Well!" She shook her head, acting quite affronted. "It would seem I am unwelcome! Can a lady not wander such magnificent woods for the beauty of them? What is the world coming to..."

"A lady may." Thranduil retorted, his thoughts drifting of their own accord to you, the strange yet enchanting maiden he had found living under the radar somewhere in his forest. "Yet there is not one here before us."

The Enchantress only allowed a brief glimmer of the rage that shot through her at his words to make itself known, her eyes flashing as she looked at him, quickly covering it with a melodious laugh. "Oh, great king, how very like your father you have become."

Thranduil let none of his anger show upon his face. He would not give her the satisfaction. She was so obviously bringing up his father to get a reaction. To pain him. Which it did... but he would not let her see it.

Thranduil had only been a young elf at the time but he remembered her. He remembered that day in Lindon...

"You have five seconds to rid my wood of your presence or I shall do it for you."

She blinked back at him, lifting her chin and making no move to leave as she stared at the king, mocking him with her defiance.

"Mîn." One.

Nothing.

"Tâd." Two.

Nothing.

"Nêl." Three.

Still, she stood, like a statue, her gaze fixed upon Thranduil. It did not show upon her face but in her mind she was going over how very satisfying it would be to send him to meet his loathsome parents.

One problem at a time, though. She couldn't start an all out war with the wood elves. She had to search this forest. How they had even known she set foot here was quite beyond her at the moment.

"Canad." Four.

Thranduil then directed his words to his soldiers. "Ready your arrows!"

The elven soldiers all prepared their bows, reaching for their arrows and nocking them into the strings as they prepared to fire upon the Enchantress. She did not flinch, which unnerved a couple of the soldiers, though they did not yield.

"Leben!” Five!

Just as the arrows flew, there was a sudden rolling cloud of black smoke and the very air around them seemed to take on a heavy weight. Thranduil turned his head, quite stunned by the smoke's rapid appearance as if from nowhere. When he turned his head again the smoke cleared and she was gone. The arrows all lay in a pile upon the grass.

Anger bubbled in him once more as, for a long moment, he just stared at the space where she had stood only seconds before.

"My King?" Feren's voice was the first to reach him, rousing him from his half-trance.

He turned and nodded. "She is gone." He scanned the woods around them, gritting his teeth. "For now." Thranduil turned his elk around and shook his head, flicking his hand out. "We ride back."

Radagast had left the cottage not too long after you had woken up. He said it was very important wizard business that you did not need to know about and that you were to stay inside until he returned, no matter what.

He had hurried after the elves, in case he could have been of some use, but unfortunately he arrived a little too late.

Thranduil slowed his mount down as he neared Radagast. He looked over the wizard's rabbits with a slightly amused expression before he turned his attention back to Radagast, not bothering to hide his weariness.

"Well? Is she gone?" Radagast asked, urging Thranduil for some answers and quickly.

The king nodded as he gestured for his men, who had stopped when he did, to go in ahead of him. "Yes. For now. But we both know she will return." He frowned down at the wizard from his elk and shook his head. "I do not understand what she is doing here."

Radagast shifted rather uncomfortably, his thoughts flashing between you and that fateful day so many years ago. He only shrugged. “You didn’t ask her?"

Thranduil rolled his eyes. "She hardly would have told me if I had." He insisted. "All she wanted to do was make remarks about my father." Thranduil detested how his voice wavered on the word father.

Radagast, whose eyes had been roving through the trees around them, looked back up at Thranduil then. The wizard was frowning and his expression had a sorrow in it that made Thranduil roll his eyes again.

"I am fine."

"It was a long time ago, Thranduil, but you were very young and--"

Thranduil held up a hand then. "Enough. Please, enough. The princess is dead, I barely knew her." They both knew it was not only the princess Radagast spoke of but neither said as much.

"You watched her die." Radagast said quietly, looking at Thranduil sadly. Thranduil didn’t know whether he was speaking of Gil-Galad’s daughter... or of Thranduil’s own mother, and the king did not ask. Nor did he answer, sitting in complete silence.

Radagast found then that he wished he could tell him. He wished he could tell Thranduil that he had an elleth living with him and that she was actually the princess, that she had not perished but been hidden away for her own safety. "It is not--”

"Enough!"

Radagast wilted a little and Thranduil almost felt bad but he reminded himself that he couldn't live in the past... even as flickers of the Enchantress murdering the babe, her mother, and his own flashed through his mind.

"I have work to do." He muttered, tugging gently at the reins of his elk. "If she comes back, I will inform you and I expect you to do the same."

Then he was gone.

"Can I go?" You asked for the fifteenth time that afternoon.

Radagast gave you a look that you had long since given up attempting to decipher. "I just don't think it wise. Maybe tomorrow."

"Oh, please! I promise, I will not stay out like I did yesterday. I mean it, I swear!"

Radagast hesitated. He felt uncomfortable, to put it lightly, at the thought of letting you go traipsing off into the forest on your own so soon after the Enchantress herself had been seen beneath these very trees - albeit near the outskirts.

Truthfully, he was awfully rattled by the whole thing. Why had she come? When would she return? He had already sent a message to Gandalf but with the way that wizard wandered, he was afraid the poor bird he'd sent wouldn't find him any time soon.

"Alright, now listen-" Radagast started as he turned to face you. Your face had already lit up and, as he looked at you, he knew be wouldn't be able to change his mind. "You can go-"

"Yes!"

"-but." The wizard gave you a pointed look. "You must take the bow with you and you must return an hour before you normally would."

With a squeal you threw your arms around the wizard. "Thank you, thank you!" You knew you would have lost your mind sitting in her all day. Even just sitting out in the front of the cottage wouldn't have been far enough.

You kissed Radagast twice on both cheeks, grabbed the bow and arrows from by the front door, and then scurried away into the afternoon, leaving the wizard fondly shaking his head after you.

At the same time you left the cottage, Thranduil had once more mounted his elk and gone back into the forest. He hadn't been able to switch his mind off after the encounters with both the Enchantress and Radagast, which meant he got absolutely no work done.

His thoughts had been consumed by the past and, while some would say it was only to be expected, the unbidden thoughts were outside of Thranduil's control and therefore made him feel weak... which in turn caused his temper to rise. Shouting at a poor, unsuspecting guard for asking a simple question had been the last straw.

The elk moved easily beneath the trees. It knew this forest well enough for its master to sit upon its back and not have any need to direct it. Thranduil was far away, though he tried not to drift too deep into the back of his own mind.

The sound of soft singing pulled him from his reverie and he finally blinked and looked back up, surprised. The elk sniffed and shook its head when Thranduil tapped it gently on the head. “Sneaky.” He muttered as the animal stepped into the clearing and he dismounted.

Unlike yesterday, you were much more focused and you immediately turned when you heard the animal enter the clearing, watching as Thranduil dismounted the beast and turned to look at you.

“I must admit, I didn’t expect to see you again quite so soon.” You told him, giving him an amused look that made him chuckle despite his mood.

“Yes, well. I believe-” He said, turning to look at the elk beside him with narrowed eyes. “-that somebody missed you.”

He watched you move over to the animal with no hesitancy, hand reaching out immediately to pet them as a soft rush of endearments left your lips, and he felt his heart soften.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil fanfic #thranduil fanfiction #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #sleeping beauty

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Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part One

WC: 1739

TW: Angst; break-ups.

AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.

AN2: This first part is Nick Amaro x reader. The following pieces are Sonny Carisi x reader.

You sat in the cool interior of your car, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his physical therapy. He would be a long road back, but he was making great progress already.

You had met Nick Amaro three years ago when you transferred into SVU from Major Case. Back then, he had been married to Maria and partnered up with Olivia Benson, and you had been chronically single and partnered with Fin Tutuola. You had managed to keep an admirably professional relationship with Nick, even joining him and his wife for a dinner party at their house once, but when his life fell apart with appalling force, you had done what you always do: you swept in and helped him put it back together.

When he was struggling in his marriage with Maria and dealing with the duel issues of her being stationed overseas and his own bitter jealousy, you were there to reassure him that no matter what happened, he had a wonderful daughter.

When he was struggling to come to terms with his son, Gilberto, and the crushing guilt that came with not being in his life, you were there to reassure him that the important thing was that he was there for Gil now.

When he was struggling with his undefinable relationship with your coworker, Amanda, you were there to reassure him (through clenched teeth and carefully chosen words) that he couldn’t save everyone, and maybe Amanda needed to hit rock bottom before she got help.

You had loved Nick within moments of meeting him, but you never acted on it and it always felt like innocent puppy love anyway. For a while, he was married, and then separated, and then divorced, and then hooking up with Amanda. The whole time, you loved him from afar and supported him as a friend and just chalked the whole situation up to unrequited love.

It wasn’t until you were paired up on a case regarding a future monster, a man who had a torture room built into his home, that you became more than friends. Nick had reacted badly to the man being acquitted, punching him and getting arrested for assault. You helped bail him out shortly thereafter, and that night, you and Nick hooked up after he reached for you like a man who was drowning.

To you, it wasn’t hooking up, which made it sound casual and nonchalant. To you, it was the culmination of more than a year of repressed feelings and one-sided ardor.

You assumed that Nick was just blowing off steam, proverbially speaking, but he kept coming over to your apartment, kept spending time with you. It morphed from just sex into dinner dates and lingering walks in the park and the occasional game at Yankee Stadium. If he never said “I love you,” it was likely due to his abominable track record with women.

He’ll say it someday, you reasoned with yourself. Give him time.

Even when he was seriously injured in a courthouse shooting, a shot to the liver and one to the knee…even when you were there by his side, grasping his warm hand as he drifted in and out of consciousness…even as you smoothed his hair away from his forehead and soothed him as he wept about his police career. Even then, though – he still didn’t say it.

Someday, you thought.

He was released from the hospital, and you moved him into your building because it had an elevator and a nice shower with a low step in – perfect for his continued recovery. You used up some of your personal days to help drive him to doctor’s appointments and therapy. Nick always thanked you profusely, pulling you in for fierce kisses while proclaiming that he didn’t deserve you. Then he’d get a faraway look in his eyes, and you wondered what he was thinking.

When you caught him working through his finances one night, and when you noted how he hid his papers from you when you walked in, you wondered even more. And when you saw a tab on his browser history about engagement ring values, you felt a pleasant churn in your gut.

So you waited for what came next, and in the meantime, you waited in your car for him to finish his therapy.

He exited the building twenty minutes later, still on crutches and with a fistful of papers clenched in his hand. Your inclination was to rush out and greet him, open the car door for him, but you knew that he hated feeling useless, so you waited while he hobbled himself to the car and climbed in.

“Good appointment?” you asked, flashing him a bright smile. He turned and smiled back at you.

“I’m officially done,” he replied. He held up his sheaf of papers and showed you his at-home exercises. “And I’ll probably be off these crutches in a week after that, once the final stitches come out.”

“That’s great!” you exclaimed. You pulled out into traffic and drove home, enjoying Nick’s sunny demeanor. The windows were down and a nice breeze was ruffling his hair, now longer than he usually wore it when he was on duty. “You’ll be back to chasing down perverts in no time.”

“Yeah,” he said, but he didn’t say more.

----

It was two days later that he pulled you aside to talk to you. He was sitting on the couch and called you over to sit beside him. He took your hand in his own and looked at you with those big, brown eyes that you could get lost in.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said with a slight smile. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. You’re the glue that’s held me together the past year…”

You interrupted him. “I’d do it again, Nick. You know I love you.” You noted the slight flinch on his face when you said it and frowned.

“I know,” he said, and he seemed like he was choosing his words carefully. “And you know that I care about you too.”

There it was. Your stomach dropped and you felt a hectic flush break out across your face and neck. The giddy anticipation of being proposed to – you hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the evidence was all there, he was shopping for rings, and you were a detective, for heaven’s sake, it all made sense – disappeared.

If he couldn’t respond that he loved you too now, he never would. Despite the evidence, you had misread the conclusion.

“I’m not returning to the NYPD,” he said, and he squeezed your hand lightly. “I’m…I’m going to move to California. To be near Zara and Gil.” You pulled your hand away from his, and he added quietly, “I wanted you to know first, before I tell Liv and the rest of the squad.”

A small part of you, a stubbornly optimistic, stupid part of you thought that the next sentence out of his mouth would be a plea for you to join him on the west coast. But that part of you was, well, stupid.

“I can never thank you enough…” he repeated, but you refused to look at him, and he trailed off uncomfortably. There was a long, heavy silence.

“I was never going to be enough for you, was I?” you finally asked. You weren’t angry – that would come later, and it would last a long time, but you didn’t know that yet. You just felt drained. Defeated. “All the love and support, all the times I was there for you…it still wasn’t enough.”

Nick started to shake his head, and you could see him trying to think of something soothing that was still the truth, but you continued.

“I guess at least Maria was smart enough to move on. Amanda was smart enough to move on. I’m just the idiot who sat around and waited, thought that if I held on long enough and was there for you, you’d see the real me.”

Nick placed his hand on your knee, patting it gently. “I do see the real you,” he said softly. “You are amazing.”

“But not amazing enough for you.”

Nick sighed. “This isn’t what I wanted. I never wanted to be divorced, a father to two kids with two different women, starting a new career mid-life.” He sighed again, heavier. “And I never wanted to lead you on, but you’re so…so you. So accommodating. So easy-going.”

You scoffed bitterly. “So stupid. So blind.” You pushed his hand off of your knee and stood up. “So willing to believe that you were engagement ring shopping.”

Nick sat up, startled. “When did you see that?”

You shrugged. “You were in the shower, and I got online to order dinner. It was an open tab.” You glanced at him and noted the irritation on his face. “I wasn’t snooping, Nick. You left it out there for anyone to see.”

“I’m sorry you saw that,’ he replied as realization dawned across his face. “You must have been thinking…” He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable, then dropped his head in shame. “When Maria and I divorced, she sold her engagement ring.”

“So?”

“So.” He didn’t want to finish, but you held him with the force of your gaze. Let him be uncomfortable, uneasy for once. “So, I wanted to find a similar ring…for when I propose to her again.” He said the last part so softly that you could hardly make it out, but the message landed like a clanging church bell all the same.

You nodded curtly and walked over to the door, grabbing your keys and phone.

“We’ve been talking for a while,” he said after your retreating form. “It’d be best for Zara if we…”

You didn’t catch the rest of it. You were already out the door, down the hallway, and outside. If you could, you would have walked forever, as far from California as possible, up the east coast, through New England and up into Canada until the coastline gave out and you could walk into the surf and let the Atlantic pull you into its chilly embrace.

Instead, you walked to Central park. And when you returned to your apartment late that night, Nick was already gone. He was probably at his mother’s house, but it didn’t really matter.

He had never really been there to begin with.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes and tales

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You & Me III

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x ex-army!reader, the usual for the show, 4316 words

a/n : first time i've made a third part of anything? hope it still slaps

You can find the masterlist here !

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ God damn it, woman. ‘’

You knew that would come, but you didn’t expect it to be the second you stepped out of the car. You thought you could have sneaked your way past the garage, past Gil and straight into the clubhouse, hoping EZ would be there, but turns out that all the bombs, the gunshots and even the missing muffler on his truck weren’t enough to damage his hearing. You couldn’t figure out why his ears weren’t ringing when yours were almost all the time now. You can hear him mumbling as he walks your way.

‘’ I told you to stay put. That I would take care of this. ‘’

You can tell he is angry, and as much as you would like to pretend not to hear him, and walk away, you can’t. You close the door, and when you turn around, he is in front of you, tall and shoulders pushed back. He looks good in his uniform, a dark grey jumpsuit that he is wearing with the sleeves tied to his hips. You can tell he has stained his tank top again, despite the dark colour and telling him he needed to stock up on Oxiclean.

‘’ Hi, baby, I missed you, baby? ‘’

He ignores your attempt to smooth this out, arm moving behind your left side to pull the door of the truck open, the metal door missing your hip by an inch. Deciding to borrow his pick-up truck might have been pushing your luck too, but there is nothing he can do about it now. He points to the driver’s seat.

‘’ You’re going to sit your ass back down, and you’re going to go home, baby. ‘’

‘’ I’m not. ‘’

‘’ You- ‘’

He bites his tongue, you can tell, see it roll in his mouth. You like to rile him up, of course you do, especially because he falls for it each time. He better gear up today, because you are determined. You will talk to Alvarez, or maybe EZ, whichever is here, whichever would listen to what you have to say. Gil takes a deep breath as he takes a step forward, chest pressing into yours, silently and slowly trying to push you back into the car. When don’t move, sneakers pressing into the gravel, he talks again.

‘’ You are unbelievable. I’ve got two cars on the lifts, I don’t have time for this- ‘’

‘’ Yo, Gilly, gotta stop bailing on me like that, man. ‘’

Coco walks out of the garage, cigarette between his lips, hat pushed back. His hair has grown longer since the last time you saw him, just past his shoulders. He smiles when he sees you.

‘’ Sup, girl. How you been? ‘’

He doesn’t seem to notice the tension in both your bodies, a position that could easily be mistaken for some welcoming hug. A weird one, really, one where you are pushing back against a human wall, one where Gil could force you inside if he decided to do it. His knuckles are white from gripping the door, he knows he can’t just shoo you away anymore, that the boys will want to talk to you, ask you how you’ve been doing, if they fixed the leaking sink alright.

‘’ Been good, Coco, thank you. How bout you? ‘’

‘’ Same ol’ shit, mama. Are you here only for the big man or you came for us losers too? ‘’

You snort at that, using the momentum to slither past Gil, letting him close the door in defeat behind you. You hear him grunt something in return, but you don’t give him the attention of turning around. Coco crush the rest of his cigarette under his foot, he is smiling again, clearly happy with the joke he just made.

‘’ I came for Ava, but Gil told me she left this morning, so I bullied the big man into buying me a beer before his lunch break instead. ‘’

A straight-up lie, and Gil has to know you are lying, you are convinced it is written on your forehead. Big letters, bold and coloured. Coco doesn’t seem to notice it, though, doesn’t even move over the fact that Ava wasn’t even here this morning, as he lights another cigarette. You like Coco, you find him funny, smart, kind, and you realize you hate lying to him. It is probably because he took care of the body that night, telling you that he would take care of it. Maybe you feel guilty that it has come to light, guilty about how he might feel about it when the truth comes out.

‘’ Go spend his money, girl. He has to be back in an hour though. ‘’

‘’ Duly noted, chief. ‘’

He smiles at that, hand clasping on your shoulder in goodbye before walking back to the garage. You can feel Gil’s presence behind you, all warmth and anger. You don’t like giving him the cold shoulder, but you know you have to rip the bandage off, figure this whole thing out and find a solution before it is too late. You still wish it could be wrong, that Marco’s information is wrong, that they did find a body, just not that body. What a weird fucking day already. You and Jacob's endless hunt for his lost homework right before having to leave for school, coffee spilling on your jeans on the way to the club, using the silent treatment on your man and confessing to a murder in front of illegal bikers.

You look at him over your shoulder only to find out he is already looking down at you. Don’t do it, it means, but you know you have to.

‘’ I’m gonna go in there, ‘’ you begin, ‘’ and I’m going to sit at the table and tell Alvarez everything. I want you to do it with me. ‘’

His gaze breaks away from yours, meeting a point far away in the distance. You know you are pushing him into something he wanted to wait for, but you can’t spend another sleepless night over this. Not when you woke up every hour or so, walking to the door to make sure it is locked, hand reaching in your nightstand to feel the cool metal of the gun that is tucked in there.

He motions for you to walk, chin pointing to the door, towards the clubhouse. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relieved.

‘’ You got my back on this? ‘’ you ask.

‘’ Always. ‘’

The clubhouse still smells of old wood and liquor, just like you remember it. You have been here before, seated at the bar with Gil, tagging along to celebrate whoever’s birthday or whatever event needed tequila shots and cigars. It always felt cozy, in your opinion, mostly because it belonged to them, every piece of it, every memorabilia and every bullet hole that splintered the walls. You understand why Gil loves this place every time you push the doors, why it reminds him of the army, the nostalgia of it.

You are greeted as soon as you come in, hello’s from behind the bar, the pool table. You had felt confident on the way here, fingers gripped tightly on the wheel, telling Gil you would get in there with or without him, but whatever is twisting your insides now feels like nervousness, impatient to get this over with. You feel Gil’s hand on your back, showing you forward, past the doorstep. His fingers are warm on your back, heavy, brushing the skin peaking between your shorts and your shirt.

‘’ Do you think it would be better if you took the lead from here? ‘’ you ask him.

You know it would make him feel good to be in control, to be able to take the reigns on this one. He squeezes the side of your hip in response, his warmth leaving as soon as it arrived as he moves around you and towards the hallway to your right, the one you know leads to Templo, disappearing from your sight. You usually wouldn’t ask for help, you would deal with it on your own, swallow the anxiety, the nerves and jump in, but asking for help is something you have done more than usual the past few months. You always wait for it to come back and bite you, reminding you of why you stopped doing it in the first place, but it hasn’t, not yet.

‘’ Can I get you anything to drink, sweetheart? ‘’

Cielo catches your eyes behind the bar, torso leaning over the counter, wiping away any spilled liquid. You smile, and you hope she doesn’t notice that it is forced, that your fists are closed so tight you think your nails might break the skin.

‘’ I’m all good, thanks. Just waiting for Gilly. ‘’

Gilly. It still feels weird to say it like they do. It has always been Gil, ranger, or any insults that fitted the need at the time. He never took any of it personally, of course, but he was always quick to answer something witty in response. Another minute passes, and he is back in front of you just as fast as he had left, one hand sliding in yours, prying open your tensed fingers.

‘’ Come with me. ‘’

And you do, following him into the hallway, posters and license plates decorating the walls. The air is heavy, and the more your steps bring you toward the doorway, the more you can feel your heart in your throat. Your hand hasn’t left Gil’s, fingers wrapped so hard around his tattooed ones he might think you are scared he would let go. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You let him pull you further in, almost bumping into his back when he stops in front of a woven basket, reaching into his back pocket to drop his phone into it.

‘’ You got your cell? ‘’

You nod, rapidly reaching into your pocket to place your phone next to his.

‘’ Good, ‘’ he swallows, ‘’ You got your gun? ‘’

‘’ I don’t? Look, Gil, if I’m making anyone uncomfortable, I can just… ‘’

You can just what? Go home? Actually get your gun and wait for the wave to come crashing? You watch him adjust the sunglasses on top of his head.

‘’ This is just protocol, you’re good, Alvarez said he would listen to what we had to say. I told him that Marco came by the house. He had already heard something about a missing brother. ‘’

Just as he finishes, he takes a step closer to you, coming back into your personal space. You didn’t expect him to kiss you, warm lips against yours, with his hand under your chin. It makes your body shiver despite the heat, toes curling and craving for more. When he pulls away, he is smiling. You are not sure why, looking at the circumstances, but God, God, maybe you do love him for real, maybe it isn’t in your head or it is routine from being around too long, maybe-

‘’ Hey. Everything is going to be fine, take a deep breath. ‘’

And you do, because he tells you to, because his hand is warm behind your ear. You nod, I’m good, you want to tell him, let’s do this. You know he reads you like an open book, hand squeezing the back of your neck in encouragement before he turns to face the stained glass door.

The air seems thicker inside the Templo, barely any light, dark leather chairs, and cigarette smoke filling the air. Alvarez sits at the end of the table, watching as Gil sends you toward one side of the table while he goes for the other. You take a seat in front of your man, El Padrino on your right. You had met Marcus two times before, the first time when you had met everyone else for Angel’s birthday at the clubhouse, the other after you had stumbled upon his wife in the grocery store, a sweet woman was quick to invite Gil and you for a barbecue at their house.

The third time is today, just as you are about to tell him the truth, what you have been bottling up for weeks now, the blood that still stains your nails. Nothing Marcus hasn’t done before, you can easily guess. It feels weird the more you think about it, how your lives are similar in many ways, but different in so many others. It is Gil that breaks the silence, forearms leaning on the table. His eyes meet yours for a brief second. Behave.

‘’ Thank you, Padrino, for meeting with us. ‘’

Marcus acknowledges him with a grunt, a brief nod. If Gil notices the astonishment that paints your face he doesn’t let it show. Whatever boot-licking, democratic bullshit this is, you are already over it, but you let him speak, mostly because you told him you would. It is rarely his thing to lay low, lick boots and follow the rules, maybe the two of you have just gotten too old for it. But Alvarez doesn’t answer him, he turns to you instead, Gil discarded as quickly as he had started.

‘’ So, this has to do with the missing brother they found in the state park? ‘’

‘’ Maybe? I mean- I don’t know if that’s where they buried him. ‘’

‘’ They? ‘’

Marcus is intimidating, unreadable, pulling on his smoke every once in a while. He seems unbothered, and that makes you nervous. You don’t know how much you should tell him or how much Gil planned to tell him. You wouldn’t want to put any of them under fire of any kind, especially when they did all of this out of the kindness of their heart. You could have been anyone that night, but they helped anyway. Your eyes flicker to Gil, his hands are crossed in front of him and he is looking at you, fingers twitching for a smoke. You wish you could tell him to have one, that you'll allow it this time, that he doesn’t have to hide them in the inside pocket of his uniform. He motions to you to keep going as he eventually pulls one out.

‘’ Coco and Creeper. I needed the help and Gil called them. ‘’

Marcus hums, crushing the end of his cigar against the ashtray. ‘’ And help with what? ‘’

He is pulling it out of you, question by question. This feels like an interrogation, and in a way it is, nothing you haven’t done before, nothing you haven’t gone through before. It tingles inside of you, the adrenaline that pumps in your veins just at the mere thought of it. You try to remind yourself that this is a safe place, that you are home, but still, your arms feel heavy, neck muscles tensing. You try to swallow it down, readjusting in your chair. If Marcus wants the truth, the whole story, you’ll give it to him.

‘’ A dead body, the one I murdered. ‘’

You can see the twitch in his eyebrows, the surprise hidden deep behind his brown eyes. He didn’t expect you to tell that fast you bet, but that means he has been underestimating you so far.

‘’ I was doing mercs jobs in Fresno for a few months, that’s where I met him- ‘’

‘’ What the fuck? ‘’

The cold that drips from his words is like an ice bucket in your face. You had almost forgotten that Gil was there, silently watching from his side of the table. As you look at him, you can see the anger in his eyes, the shock moving across his face. Wait.

‘’ I thought you knew? I left Santo Padre for a job, I told Rea about it. ‘’

‘’ And you thought she would tell me? Snitch on you while you were back on this bullshit? You told me you would stop. ‘’

You don’t have an answer to give him, because you did tell him you would try, but that was a year ago, when life had started to feel good again, until it wasn’t, until you felt that need to run again. They are using you, he used to say, they don’t fucking care if you come back alive. He was right, but what he didn’t understand was that you didn’t care either if you did or not. Bills needed to be paid, dark thoughts and memories more easily buried under the clicking sound of ammunition and the smell of gunpowder. Gil is leaning across the table, chair pulled back a few inches, and if you didn’t know him, you would think he was ready to jump, hands on throat.

You don’t have an answer to give him, but you still open your mouth, hoping to find something to say. Marcus cuts you before you can.

‘’ And then what? ‘’

He is looking at Gil, and you figure he is telling him to back off, to calm down. Surprisingly he does, pressing back into his chair, huffing. You close your fists under the table, hoping the pain will bring you back into the room with them.

‘’ Then he was an abusive bitch, and he tried to kill me, so I did him first. ‘’

You can still hear the thumping in your ears, feel the split skin of your knuckles as you continue.

‘’ I didn’t know he was SAMCRO. I’m here so we can find a solution. ‘’

You finally meet Gil’s eyes across the table. He feels so far away, miles and miles when he is only at arm's length if you reached far enough. You crave his touch, you realize, you want him to hold you like he does at night, tucked in his chest, nose pressed against his shirt. It would smell like him, your favourite detergent, that Irish soap he uses in the shower.

‘’ I know what this would mean for the club if they think it’s your guys who did it. I don’t want this to happen. ‘’

You feel it in the back of your head, those thoughts that make you think that this is wrong, this is what happens when you stay for too long, when you stop and start thinking too much. The crescent nail-shaped wounds in your palms hurt. You are not sure how you knock out of it, but you are back, and Gil still sits in front of you, deep brown eyes observing you. You can tell he noticed it, how far away you were, barely a second. Alvarez turns to him.

‘’ I have already talked to Tig. The Fresno charter does think we’ve done it, and Marco has confirmed that they did find some evidence that points to us. ‘’ I don’t want to run again, please don’t make me do it again. ‘’ I’ve been told his brother doesn’t seem that bothered, but he does want reparation. ‘’

‘’ Whatever he wants, but I’m keeping my fingers. ‘’

That makes him crack a smile, barely pulling at the side of his lips. He can laugh if he wants, but you are dead serious. You have met Chucky before, and even though he is a nice man, got a good job, that is not a sacrifice you are willing to do.

‘’ Cash seemed fine with him, if it’s fine with you. ‘’

‘’ How much? ‘’ Gil is quick to ask.

‘’ Hundred thousand. ‘’

‘’ That’s insane. She was fighting back, not- ‘’

El Padrino raises his hand, asking for silence he is rapidly met with. What surprises you is when Alvarez asks him to leave, even more so when Gilly actually does it, reluctantly, of course, but nonetheless. You can’t stay in this room if he isn’t, because you know you can’t deal with Marcus alone. You are panicking just at the idea of it, like a dog being left behind. The room feels smaller suddenly, and just as your knees lock, ready to stand up and walk away with Gil, Marcus stops you.

‘’ No. ‘’ Is all he says, ‘’ You’re staying. ‘’

Both of you watch as your man crushes his cigarette against the ashtray, giving you a brave nod before closing the door behind him. When Marcus’s attention is back on you, you can tell he is asking if you can do it, if you have enough. Gil was right on this one, it is insane, no one carries that much money in cash, not you. Your teeth are piercing your bottom lips, maybe you could spare a finger or two, you think, maybe you could do that.

‘’ I can get you 15 thousand in a few days. Not more than twenty if you give me a week. ‘’

The silence is deafening, you can hear the buzzing from the overhead lights. You are ready to pay your debt if that is what SAMCRO expects of you, any way they see fit, you stopped trying to change people’s minds a long time ago. There's no point in lying to Alvarez, even if you try, a hundred thousand dollars is just too much.

‘’ So you have a military background? ‘’

You frown. You don’t understand what this has to do with all of this.

‘’ Yes. Gil and I were in the same unit for years. ‘’

Friendship, lovers, everything in between, rangers in death and life. He takes a cigarette out of his pack, offering you one. You think about accepting it, only for a second, long enough that he can see the hesitation in your eyes before you decline.

‘’ We could use someone with your skills. ‘’ he begins, ‘’ Sharp, quick. ‘’

The smoke dries your eyes when he exhales. You know what he is offering, a type of work you have done before, something you’re good at, something that Gil would have said no to if he had stayed. Alvarez is offering you a chance to say yes, to make your own decision.

‘’ I could loan you the eighty-five thousand you need, drop it all off to SAMCRO, but you’d be in our debt. ‘’

I need to ask Gil, I need to know if this is fair, if this is legit, I need-

‘’ Can I sleep on it? ‘’

‘’ As long as you want, until they’re tired of waiting. ‘’

You don’t remember when or how you left the room, if Alvarez even told you you could leave, but before you know it you are passing the stained glass door, phone back in hand. Gil is not at the bar when you turn the corner, and you hate that it crosses your mind for a second that he left you, took his shit and drove away in anger. You know it’s not true, that you are thinking too much again. Too much thinking, too much-

You push the door open, fresh air in your lungs, the sun prickling your eyes. You want to cry, to fall on your knees and sob all of it away. All of the stress, the images that pass behind your eyes every time you close them, the ringing in your ears.

I want to go home. It’s the first thing you tell him when you reach the truck, where he is leaning against the hood, sunglasses covering his eyes. You can see the panic on his face, the way your own has crashed on him like waves. I want to go home, please, I can’t-

‘’ Hey, hey, it’s all good, I’ll drive you home, baby. ‘’

Breathe, you can’t breathe. You only seem to be able to when he eventually brings you to the passenger side, when you feel the leather on your thighs, when the drilling noise coming from the garage finally stops as he closes the door.

Can I sleep on it?

You told Alvarez that you would do it, let them use those skills of yours as they saw fit, you do remember that now. Eighty-five thousand dollars in exchange for your life. Is it really how much you are worth?

As long as you want, until they’re tired of waiting.

You don’t feel like telling Gil, admitting to him that you took what looks like the easy way out. No out in glory and blood, guns blazing. It feels like you are out of high school all over again, passing in front of that army booth. Good pay, insurance, good pension, holding that blue disposable pen as you sign your life away for the next six years. We could use someone like you, with your knowledge. Same old shit, new leadership.

‘’ Would you think I fucked up, ‘’ you whisper as he buckles his seatbelt, ‘’ If I told you I made a deal with Alvarez? ‘’

You can see him bite his tongue, the clench in his jaw at your words. He knows to eat his words and think about it before he answers, and you are grateful for it. You couldn’t take it if he had said the first thing that came to his mind. You can’t stop your leg from shaking, up and down, up and-

‘’ Of course not. ‘’ He says, gently pressing his hand on your thigh.

You immediately feel better when he turns the corner and drives out of the yard, his palm caressing your skin in an effort to show comfort, understanding. Of course not, he says again and again, like it would fix the panic in your chest. You hope he means it, that with all his heart he thinks that it’s true.

Of course not, baby.

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Title: The Faroe's Curse

May 1st : Selkie (Scottish mermaid) Prompt 18+

Characters: William Farrow and OC Selkie (Delphine)

(William Farrow developed by Josephine Hart "Damage")

Word count: 3.4k (total in 2 parts)

Warnings: near drowning, sailing, mermaids/selkies (dark siren), Female receiving, height sameness, female rescuing male, fisting, sex, character death.

Fandom: Richard Armitage - Obsession

Obsession - Post series: William takes some time off work and home and decides to go on a boat excursion to the Faroe islands west of Scotland, to reflect on his family's origin.

History: A Selkie according to legend is a Scottish/Nordic derived mermaid of sorts. A women’s form with “seal’s” tail but can shapeshift at will and are thought to be incredibly attractive and captivating creatures. In the Scottish tradition, they are often alluring and can said to grant wishes, before leading to an untimely death. In Norse myth, the Margyge are said to be dangerous and vicious creatures that conjure storms to lure seamen, clawing ships to capsize them, and drag the men out of the boats to a watery grave.

Definitions: (merfolk translator – twilightrealm.com)

Verdant Eddy – green, vibrant vortex

Ed aib gehi – Oh yes more

Uzz gil gobp bojjih pdi bugi jupi – All men must suffer the same fate

Gil uhi bowd bygqzi whiupohib – Men are such simple creatures

Far off the Coast of Scotland sat a boat, adrift in the icy and murky waters of the North Atlantic Sea. The circulating waters moving the 42’ sailboat about in high winds. William was unconscious on the bough. A gorgeous and naked woman hovered above him, wet from the seawater. She cradled him against herself and whispered an enchanting tone in her native tongue. William stirred and looked up into icy green eyes and a smooth face. He smiled, then froze remembering how moments ago he had been thrown overboard and was drowning. He coughed up some sea water, its saltiness burning as it forced its way out of his lungs and through his mouth and nose. She patted him gently on his back. He sat up, noticing her nudity. The Selkie’s skin, glowed green and grey, and glistened even in the grey skies. William scurried back a moment, not sure what he was looking at. The Selkie cooed, “Its alright. I am not here to hurt you”. William gulped nervously, “Good thing”, he nervously laughed, scratching the back of his neck, “Did you get me back onto the ship?” He asked her. The Selkie nodded, and looked down, it was then that he truly noticed her breasts and crease of her belly running down to long legs, and delicate feet. She was, in a way, remarkably beautiful. He felt entranced a moment, then tried to shake it off. He tried to stand and fell back on his bum, his legs folding beneath him, “I’m sorry, (chuckles) I must not yet have my bearings back”. The selkie spoke then, “Its alright”, the voice was a bit broken, and raspy.

Below from the midpoint of the schooner, a male voice shouted out towards William. William suddenly grabbed a blanket from the seating compartment and tossed it over the woman. Donald stood a bit above the hatch, and looked towards the bough, “William, are you alright?” he said in his Northumberland brogue. William nodded quickly, “yeah, yeah. Just getting my bearings”. “We thought we lost ya”, Donald said. William turned toward the Selkie, whose eyes were cloaked in the blanket now, looking at him. “Yeah, nearly” a lighthearted chuckle, “Is everything good down there?” he shouted back over the wind. “Oh yeah, no worries. We will be back on a track in about 30 minutes or so, the current shifted on us, with that last storm”. William nodded and waved at him. The Selkie looked at him tentatively, William came to her, and started to rub her dry, absently, not sure what to do with such a, woman? Her dark hair was tendrilled with seaweed and peppered with salt from the deep water. He looked into her emerald eyes again and lost his breath. When his breath returned he asked, “What is your name?” The Selkie smiled, “Delphine” she said, her throat warming to the open air again. William noticed that she was nearly as tall as him, her long legs lying well past the woolen blanket. Delphine did not shy away, as his hand moved to touch her ankle, and caressing it lightly. He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have” William said. Delphine looked at him, “Its ok. I know you have never seen my kind before. It can be quite shocking”. William’s brow furrowed, “Your kind?” he looked inquisitive.

Delphine slid off the seat and onto the bough planks. She stretched her legs straight and hummed a little tune. William watched her legs transform into a silken grey flipper, and his hand went over his mouth, as she took his other hand and slid it along her tail. William was entranced again, the sparkle of her skin, a beautiful grey-green resonated, as he touched her he felt the warm and cool of it and shuddered. He had an impulse to just taste her, but he didn’t know why. William sat down across from her, and just stared. Delphine, giggled, closed her eyes and rubbed her at her seal skin into legs again. Her female sex now showing as the blanket over her shoulders shifted, and William’s cock twitched almost instantly. Then a thought struck him, which he didn’t say out loud (what if they find out? How will I explain her on the ship?)

Delphine looked at him, shrouding the blanket across her flesh, “You seem puzzled”. William looked at her, “I am. I’m not sure how to keep you on board, but I want to,” smirks. Delphine looks down, “I understand, maybe we can come up with a story together? Were the others up here when you fell?” William grimaced, “Other, there’s only one man down there. But no, he was not”. Delphine smiled broadly, almost sinister, her glow seemed to brighten then, as she showed her sharper teeth. William shuddered again, titillated and frightened. “You speak quite well for a, mermaid, is that what I call you?” Her dialect had a slightly Nordic lilt, “No, I’m a selkie, half man, half seal. Our kind has traded with men for centuries, so its best to be able to communicate”. William thoughtfully paused. He couldn’t look away from the flesh that was exposed by the woolen blanket, “I see, sorry for the confusion then”. Delphine ignored the apology. His eyes continued to dart back and forth with hopeless abandon. Delphine knew she had her mark. “What’s your name?” Delphine asked. William snapped out of his fixation a second, “William, Farrow” Delphine smiled, “Of the Faroe isles?”

William smiled, “Rumored to be, yes” rubbing the back of his neck to wipe away the sweat that was building there. Delphine now moved to stand, a little unsteady on her feet, William stood to help her. She smiled, nose to nose at him, meeting his height. “I’ve never met a woman as tall as me” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, the blanket maintaining its position. Delphine, “not many have either, I have found”. William formed an ‘oh” with his mouth, and Delphine kissed him, her arms lazily around his neck as they both stood on the deck, the waves settling down around them. William returned the kiss, wanton and sweetly. Delphine licked his bottom lip, her razor-sharp teeth, dragging along it seductively for a moment. William groaned in “

From the observation window Donald saw William and a woman kissing and blasted the horn, causing them both to fall apart, crashing onto the deck. Donald came up on deck and looked at William first before he gazed upon Delphine with suspicion and intrigue. Her long naked legs, against the deck, and nothing else covering her but the woolen blanket. “Now what’s all this? William, what’s going on?” Donald said, perturbed. William guffawed looked up at Donald, as he made it to his feet, “I... I went overboard to retrieve this woman, (looked at Delphine) floating in the water, and” Donald cut in, “And you suppose you needed to resuscitate her while standing in my viewing window, is that it?” he said sarcastically. William put his hands up, “I meant no offense Donald, obviously. I just, I” Donald snapped back again, “Well, anyways, no harm done, right? Hello lass, its nice to meet you. I am Donald, captain of the Verdant Eddy welcome abroad” Donald tipped his hat to Delphine and she smiled closed mouth at him, “Thank you, sir. Captain. I am Delphine”.

William needlessly stood next to her, a subtle claiming of territory, his hand making it to the small of her back. “How did you get out here?” Donald asked her. Delphine looked out to the sea, in a longing fashion, and pointed exactly where land existed about 10 miles ahead, “We were coming off the isles, and capsized, I have been adrift for days it seems. Used most of my clothes to lash together a raft, but eventually that succumb” Delphine looked down sheepishly, “I must look an awful mess, my apologies”.

William shook his head in time with Donald’s response, “No, no. of course not. Listen that is quite an ordeal, is there anyone I can radio for you?” Delphine looked up then, a bit panicked, William spoke up, “She was the only survivor”. Donald grimaced, “I’m sorry lass. But I’ll bet your hungry.. huh. I’ve got some good grub downstairs in the galley. Come on” Donald invited, Delphine walked cautiously away from William and towards Donald. William followed after them, stepping down into the lower section of the boat, trying not to bang his head on the ridge of the hatch. Donald was chipper and rattled off things, as Delphine sat down in the galley. William went the back, to his sleeping quarters and ruffled through his suitcase trying to find some sweats and a shirt for her. Delphine sat quietly watching both men fuss over her, she giggled under her breath. Men were so easy. (and so tasty, she thought)

Donald busied himself at the counter, preparing her a sandwich with fish and sauce, as Delphine watched. His Northumberland accent thickening in places, “Your lucky you didn’t get eaten out there pet” Delphine, “Yes, I am very grateful.. is this boat yours, captain?” Donald nodded not facing her, “Yep sure as the sun sets she is. Bought and paid for. And still kicking about. Now I just do these small charters, takin’ Rich men around, (pointing a butter knife towards Williams’ quarters) wherever they wanna go (chuckles) though that one, is strange for sure, haunted I think”. Donald turned to place the food in front of Delphine, who looked at it expectantly.

“I would retire,” Donald paused, “But no one to retire with, you know. My wife, god rest her, passed away about 10 years ago now, no little ones neither,” he trailed off as William re-entered the galley and sat next to Delphine. “You got one for me, Captain?” William asked, looking towards the sandwich. Delphine pushed hers towards William, “Its ok, William, you can have mine”. Donald huffed, “I insist you eat something lass, get your strength back, you look like you’ve lost a stone since you hit the water”. Delphine dutifully took a bite of the sandwich knowing this to be a custom of men. Donald smiled, “That’s a good girl, (to Delphine) now, what about clothes, William?” William handed the bundle of clothes he had found and laid it next to Delphine on the seat. “Sorry I didn’t have anything better, my, (pause) ex-wife didn’t pack my suitcase.” Delphine smiled shallowly at both men. It was almost too easy, two men with no one to look after them when they go missing, Delphine thought. Delphine took another bite of the sweet fish, her soft pink tongue lapping at her lip at bit, Donald missed it, but William was enthralled. “There you are boyo,” Donald handed William a sandwich and went up to the deck. William nodded, and looked oddly at him, before Donald left them alone in the galley.

William, “So, how, um, well old are you?” Delphine, looked at him, clearly thinking, “Well by your standards I would be about 30, I suppose (She looked down at her soft abs and bouncy breasts) But I am 150 storms old”. William looked inquisitive, “Storms? Is that your only method of time measurement?” Delphine, “The larger parts yes. Its darker where I live, and the agitation brings things around, but I can survive up here, for a little while”. She smiled sweetly. William handed her the bundle of clothes, “Listen you can get dressed in my quarters, and feel free to clean up, if you wish,” smirks, “I will stay out here”. Delphine stood, and walked towards his quarters, “You think I’m suddenly shy, now?” William rose immediately, “I was trying to be respectful” cleared his throat into his fist. “Your respectful customs do not interest me, but I am curious about what other things men can do”. Taking that as a challenge in acceptance, William gulped again, “I am happy to oblige, ask me anything you like”. Delphine, walked away, swaggering her bum under the blanket, “Its something you’ll have to show me”.

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024!

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Rescendants - The Crew

Uma: The captain of the Lost Revenge pirate crew, Uma is a fiercely determined leader who doesn’t take anyone’s shit, though with a soft spot for those that are close to her, like her girlfriend, Freddie, and her best friends, Darcy, Harry and Gil. She has a difficult history with Mal, including heartbreak and betrayal, and an equal, if not more, hostile relationship with her mother. She’s determined to show she can be the best without needing help from her mother’s magic.

Harry: The bastard child of Captain Hook, and Uma's first mate. An aggressive and violent young man with psychopathic tendencies, he's the one who gladly does most of the dirty work when pirating. Physical and verbal abuse from his father and older sister caused him to begin lashing out, even to this day he prefers a punch up instead of peaceful resolutions. He does show a softer and more vunerable side with his shipmates, especially his boyfriend Gil. He has an obsession with hooking things, and is terrified of being alone.

Gil: A big, buff golden retriever of a himbo, Gil is quite possibly one of the sweetest people you will ever meet, affectionate and kind to everyone around him. He uses his strength to assist his crew, but he’s a very gentle boy, especially with his boyfriend Harry and his little sister Gabi. He may be far from the sharpest tool in the shed, often lacking common sense, but he has a high level of emotional intelligence, able to help people work through their feelings surprisingly well, like the good boy he is.

Darcy: Uma’s right-hand woman, and sharing her bone to pick with the daughter of Maleficent, Darcy is unquestionably one of the toughest and most terrifying girls on the island, never afraid to put someone in their place, be that with sharp words or her fists. Darcy is one of the few lucky kids in the Isle to have a good, loving relationship with their villainous parent, and she inherited Oogie’s love of scaring. Though she cares deeply for and will do anything to protect those she cares about, she’s not one to be open about her feelings, though a certain Pumpkin prince may help change that.

Freddie: A smooth and sassy con artist, Freddie has the ability to talk just about anyone into just about anything. But with one the sharpest tongues on the Isle, she can also verbally destroy you if the mood hits her right. Despite this, she has a caring side that comes out especially with her girlfriend Uma, her little sister Celia and her father, Dr. Facilier, who taught her all her voodoo tricks. She may be slick, but she’ll never lie to the people she really cares about.

Evie: The Isle's best cat burglar, and the magical daughter of the Evil Queen. Due to her mother's constant reminders of beauty being an importance, the girl is very self conscious about her looks. Evie used to roll with Uma and her crew. After years of Mal manipulating and abusing the lot of them, she grew jealous of Uma, despite her being mistreated by their leader as well. Mal left her gang for dead, and in her grief, both Evie and Uma blamed each other for the abuse, and went their separate ways. Now she reluctantly works with the group in order to get revenge on Mal and to destroy the barrier.

Jay: The smooth-talking and sticky-fingered son of Jafar, Jay has a real knack for getting himself out of trouble with a few good lies. His theft skills made him a useful asset to anyone on the Isle, but here in Auradon, he’s starting to find his place in more honest pursuits, like Tourney. He has a soft spot for his friends, especially his lifelong best buddy, Carlos, though he rarely lets it show. He also has a knack for charming the ladies, though he finds the tables getting turned on him when he meets the daughter of Mulan.

Carlos: The fast-talking, dog-loving techie who just so happens to be the son of Cruella de Vil. The poor boy is more like an abandoned scruffy pup, berated and abused by his mother. He resorted to stealing to eat, since his mother wouldn't provide care for him. He's a petty thief who's got a motor mouth and a knack for making gadgets based off of junk he finds in the Isle. He's always willing to serve as a distraction, or help Jay with a scheme.

AAAAH PART 1 IS FINISHED! This was such a treat to work on with Weeby, and Artzy's been excited for it! Thank you so much to Weebs for helping make the summaries and for her letting me use her OC, Darcy. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for more. @artzychic27 and @msweebyness

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Hi! I have a request about Zombi au👀 how about when they settled into the new place they meet up with druig and Makkari and they we're just all getting along in the instant and one time they having lunch conversation Makkari suddenly tell how Ikaris roughly handled thena on the supply run when Gil is still pass out and then Gil is not happy about it that thena needed to calm him down before he could kill the guy and assure him she already handled it. Thankyou ❣️❣️❣️

"Hey, you."

"Hey," Thena looked up as Gil circled behind her, his hand drifting over her shoulder as he sat down with a tray of food. "How's cooking duty?"

"Getting there," Gil answered simply. "I don't have the best inventory yet, but there haven't been any complaints."

"I'll say, this shite is better 'an anythin' we've had yet!"

"Gil, this is Druig," Thena introduced, only after Druig had taken the liberty of complimenting the food and then loudly shovelling in another bite. "He also worked here under Ajak in the beginning of things. He worked in psychiatry apparently, but he also is quite good with agriculture."

Gil smiled at the man eating like he had been famished for days, and then at the woman who gave him a cheeky kind of wave and smirk. "Uh, hey."

"Makkari," Thena smiled, putting down her fork and raising her hands. "She's deaf, but she's their top runner. She can cross the entire city in two hours, apparently."

"Whoa, that seems," Gil furrowed his brows, but Makkari grinned, signing something back to Thena. He would have to ask her to teach him during their off hours.

"She was a track champion, she says," Thena smiled, translating in real time as Makkari's hands flew at lightning speed. "She could have gone national if she hadn't been disqualified."

"Disqualified," Gil looked at them both, but Makkari didn't seem particularly bitter about it. She lifted her arms and made bunny ears with her opposite hands, a few times even.

Thena laughed, shaking her head as well as she lifted her fork for another bite, "stealing."

Makkari practically rolled right out of the cafeteria seat in her laughter at Gil's face.

"Extra food," Druig clarified, relieving Thena of translation duty. "Don't worry, she won't nick any of your valuables."

Makkari gave him a wink and a shrug.

"She won't," Thena raised her eyes at the woman across from her (across from Druig, really, but in her eye line). "Because she likes you."

Gil smiled sheepishly, picking at the meal he himself had prepared. "That's what everyone says when they're hungry."

Thena nudged him gently, under the table and away from the eyes of their new comrades. "You know very well that's not true."

He finally took a bite of food, looking around at those whom Thena had befriended in her short time here and without him. She didn't usually end up talking to people, let alone liking them. "How was the run today?"

"It was okay," she smiled, eyes searching him for a deeper worry under his light tone. "Makkari and I went into some higher hotel rooms close by--I told them about the mini-fridge trick."

"I can't believe we never considered 'em," Druig said with only half a mouth full this time, "all this time."

"Thena's smart like that," Gil praised freely and openly, looking at the woman beside him instead of eating his bean salad. Not that she noticed.

It could have gone better.

Thena did look up at Makkari but didn't bother speaking up, resuming eating instead.

Gil frowned at her, "what?"

"It's nothing," she shrugged, reaching for her bottle of water.

Makkari looked at Gil, it did go well, until a certain someone started arguing with Thena over whether to take the stairwells or use a dumbwaiter system in the elevator shafts to get the supplies down.

Gil leaned behind Thena, asking Druig with his eyes to please translate for him.

Druig looked at Makkari, and then at Thena, who must have given him a hell of an expression. He swallowed his massive bite slowly. "Uh, well, it was mostly smooth sailin', apparently. Nothin' to worry about, big fella."

Gil frowned, though. He put his fork down and slid his tray away from him, only so he could slide Thena's tray away from her. She stared at the table, as if trying to figure out what had happened to her meal. She turned and looked at him the way she would look at the devil himself. "Thena?"

She just glared at him, lips pursed (cutely). "It was nothing."

He slid her tray even further away from her. He knew there wasn't much that could break the iron will of the Goddess of War. But withholding her food - so long as it was made by him, which was kind of sweet - was the one way. "Thena, what happened?"

She eyed the tray, knowing he would not make getting it back easy. A faint huff escaped her as she tossed her fork down, "Ikaris and I got into it, nothing worth dragging up again."

"What do you mean," Gil said quietly and evenly, his hands already tightening around the edges of her tray, "got into it?"

"Blondie here is cocky, that's what she means."

"Ikaris, not now," she turned in her seat, all too prepared to bark at him about minding his own business. "It's water under the bridge."

He glared her down, though, crossing his leanly muscled arms at her in his navy t-shirt. "I said we should use a dumbwaiter to get the food up and down. But GI Jane here said it would be better to carry the shit all 'emselves down seventeen fuckin' flights of stairs."

"You can't rely on the cables in elevator shafts anymore!"

"Okay, okay," Kingo patted Ikaris' shoulder beside him, "don't wanna go starting this again."

Gil stood. "What happened?"

"Uh," Kingo looked around, as if he would find a glowing door that would help him escape another scuffle.

"What," Gil repeated, having no problem standing nose to nose with the obstinate guard, "happened?"

Ikaris looked down at Thena, who was still seated, determined not to rise to his bait (as Gil was). He scoffed, "she's savvy out there, but she's got wee arms to be doin' heavy liftin', no? I got my hand around her whole bicep."

Gil tilted his head faintly, trying to absorb what Ikaris was saying. He had held Thena's arm? He had held her by the arm? He had gripped her by the arm? He had fit his entire hand around Thena's slim upper arm?

"If she bruises it's only 'cause she has as much meat on those bones as a pigeon."

Gil grabbed Ikaris by the front of his shirt, backing him up into the seats behind them. Ikaris' knees bent, making him grab the edge of the table behind him. Gil leaned over him heavier. "Don't you ever touch her!"

"Gil!" Thena rose, eager to intervene as others in the cafeteria started gasping and whispering.

"Don't ever put your hands on her!" Gil roared in the guy's face. He didn't care. He didn't care that he was making a scene or making a powerful enemy. He didn't care if he got kicked out for this. "If anything - anything - ever happens to her out there I will kill you!"

"Easy!" Kingo yelled, trying to pry the much larger, much stronger Gil away.

"Come on!" Druig growled, also trying to drag Gil away from Ikaris.

"I mean it!" Gil barked at him, "if anything ever happens to her it's your head!"

"Gilgamesh!" Thena moved between them, pushing against his chest as Kingo and Druig attempted to pull him by the arms. She pressed her fingers into the divet between his pectoral muscles. "Stop it!"

He was out of steam, anyway. But he was still glaring at Ikaris as he picked himself up, huffing and glaring, obviously ready to go on if he was let go. Gil was all but panting, light headed from the adrenaline rushing through him. He couldn't help it. All he felt was rage looking at this bastard.

"Gil," Thena attempted, raising her hand to his cheek and forcing him to look at her, "hey."

He blinked, the edges of his vision expanding again.

"Look at me," she whispered, her thumb against his cheek, "I'm right here."

She was right here, unharmed.

"I'm fine," she assured him, making him look at her instead of over her head at the man he was frankly ready to beat to death.

Gil carefully raised his hands. He knew everyone was watching him. They had seen him lose it twice now, if not more, considering how long he was out of it during his recovery. They probably thought he was some monster of a man.

But he ran his hands over Thena's arms gently, as if just touching her would make the bruising that asshole was talking about appear before his very eyes. Her skin was so soft. "Y-Yeah?"

She nodded, still holding him, grounding his senses in her instead of his rapid heartbeat and boiling blood. "Yeah."

Gil let go of a long breath, letting the rest of his energy leave him. He was exhausted, and he was still on dinner and cleanup duty for the night. "Okay."

Thena smiled, satisfied that he was feeling calmer about the whole thing. She let him pull her closer until she was tucked against his chest, which he would argue was the safest place in the world for her. She pressed her cheek against his clavicle and the collar of his t-shirt under his unbuttoned flannel. "It's okay, Gil."

Druig stepped away from him tentatively, hands still at the ready, "all right, then."

"Come on," Kingo patted Ikaris as he picked himself up. He looked at Thena and Gil, neither apologising nor condemning them. "Let's go."

Ikaris did give them one last glare before storming off.

Gil watched him go. He didn't like that guy, no matter how nice Sersi was. But once he was far away enough, he resumed burying his nose in Thena's hair. "Sorry."

She rubbed his back, as if soothing him after a nightmare, "you're okay."

"What is going on in here?!"

Thena pulled away, looking up at Gil with wide eyes. He was not to say a word.

"S-Sorry," Druig stood as Ajak made her way over. "Me'n Ikaris...y'know."

Ajak gave him a look, but the fact that she so readily believed him really spoke to how well the guard got along with most here in the hospital colony. "How many times, Druig?"

"Aye aye," he nodded, like a teenager getting scolded after curfew. He sat himself back down, "won't make a peep, mother dearest."

Ajak just rolled her eyes at him, despite what she claimed to be a very strict rule about in-fighting. She looked at Gil, leaning against Thena's shoulders. "Everything okay?"

She most definitely knew that it was Gilgamesh involved in the fight, not Druig.

Gil smiled, hiding his fists in his armpits, "great!"

"Hm," she pinched her lips together, at him and then at Thena, "I trust the matter was resolved?"

Thena just nodded, but Ajak seemed to accept the silent promise to her that the fighting was at least done for now.

"Right," the doctor sighed before rushing away to her next fire that needed squashing, her white coat flaring behind her.

Thena looked up at him. "That was too close for comfort, wouldn't you say?"

Speak for yourself, that was the most fun I've had all week!

Thena just glared at the petty thief and friend across from her.

He sighed, sitting down with her and trying to ignore the stares focused on them. He slide their trays over again, half pushing his into her space for her to take what she liked from him. "Sorry."

Thena nudged Druig's shoulder faintly as she picked up her fork again, neither looking at each other, "thanks."

"Nothin'," Druig shrugged, also not looking as he resumed eating his corn (while Makkari resumed stealing bites of his canned fruit).

"You sure I can't come with you?" Gil asked her gently, no longer having any appetite. He hovered closer to her than necessary, even running the back of his knuckles up and down her bare arm. "I'm no 'you', but I'd be better than that guy."

Makkari nodded eagerly.

"That's for Ajak to decide," Thena said gently to dissuade him from his overprotective argument. "And besides, who would make these delicious meals then?"

He sighed. She was appealing to the chef in him, but he would rather crawl through filth with her than serve a hundred strangers his best three course meal. "Come on."

"Not to pick sides, but T's right, big guy," Druig piped up, again with his mouth full. T? "I ain't eaten like this in a dog's age, and I bet the rest of 'em here'll get how invaluable you are right quick."

No one else here talked like that.

"I can handle myself," Thena assured him more quietly. She even let him pull her knee so her thigh could rest against his. "You don't think I would let him grab me and not nail him right in the nuts, do you?"

Gil chuckled. No, of course she had gotten in a shot directly to his biggest weakness. That was the Goddess of War he knew (and loved). Thena leaned in gently as he pressed a kiss to her hair, "of course not."

#Thenamesh Zombie AU #they're married your honour!#thank you for the ask my sweet!!!#these are the moments that just #oh I live for them #the threat!!!#especially from quiet and sweet Gilgamesh #people do kind of wonder if he's a gentle giant or if he's a fucking psycho #he seems really sweet dishing out food and collecting trays to be washed #he's kind even a little shy #but then they whisper about how some guy hit on his wife while she was sitting alone waiting for him #and he nearly picked the poor guy right off the ground and threw him #meanwhile Thena is like he's not dangerous he has anxiety!#just a man trying to look out for his murder wife #and forgetting how strong he actually is #Ajak hears about it later and is like well...you kind of deserve that #Ikaris is so offended #he looks at Sersi who is like...honey please you're embarrassing me #he's devastated--his own wife?!#Ajak: you deserved that kick in the nards #now go play nice #also they will do shit like this #and still be like no we're not married--we're not together #everyone else: ???

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How Do You Shave in There; or, More Face to Lick: A Pre-Season-7 Deleted Scene*

September 2006. Las Vegas, Nevada.

Sara Sidle hauled her duffle bag along to the front door of the townhouse she’d been calling home for under two months. Several days and night of attempts at forced relaxation at a yoga retreat had, if anything, made Sara less rather than more relaxed. As she had drawn nearer and nearer to the home she now shared with her two favorite gentlemen, however, Sara’s spirits had begun to lift.

These two gentlemen had been the reason Sara had signed up for the yoga retreat. The retreat had provided cover for the four nights of camping their family of three had enjoyed at Zion National Park immediately beforehand. This camping trip had made Sara Sidle, for perhaps the first time in her life, understand the beauty of a vacation, and she would have happily withstood several more days—or even weeks—of yoga to pull it off.

As Sara opened the door to the townhouse, she called out to her family, “Hey! Is anybody—oof!” Before she could finish her question, a warm mass of brown and white fur had slammed into her. Sara set her bag down beside her and closed the door, then she bent down to give the wriggling boxer the attention he so clearly desired.

“Hank! Oh, who’s my good boy? Yes, who’s my good boy? You are! Yes, you are, Hank! You’re my good boy!”

“And here all this time I thought that was me.”

Sara laughed. She slipped the boxer the peanut butter dog cookie she’d tucked away in her pocket for just this moment, then she straightened up, so she could greet the other leading man in her life. “I don’t really consider you a boy,” she said playfully.

“Fair enough.” Her man leaned in to kiss her hello.

Before their lips could meet, however, she stopped him by placing a hand on his chest. “You shaved.”

Grissom straightened up. “Oh. Yeah.” He ran his hand over his chin. “Is it bad?” He’d had the beard when they’d finally started dating. He wasn’t sure how she’d feel about the change. “We had a triple homicide come in right after I got back, so I didn’t get the chance to do anything about it then. Plus I hadn’t brought any shaving supplies when I went to Marina del Rey to see my mom, so after that and the four days of camping and everything else…. It was looking a bit disheveled. I thought maybe it made sense just to shave the whole thing off and start fresh.”

Sara still hadn’t said anything.

Grissom ran his hand over his chin again. “It won’t take long to grow back, though. I can grow it back. Sara…. Uh, what do you think?”

She was still staring at his face. “It’s just….”

“Yeah?” She was making him nervous.

She was kind of peering side to side as she looked at him. She raised her hand. “It’s just….” She ran the back of her hand over first his right then his left cheek. “It’s just…. It’s been so long since I got to see all of your face.” She laughed.

At Sara’s laughter, Grissom began to relax.

“I mean, seriously, what was the last time I got to—oh.” Sara cut herself short and laughed again. “I guess we all remember the last time I touched your bare face.” Large segments of the Nevada legal system probably knew about the last time Sara Sidle had touched Gil Grissom’s bare face.

“Chalk?”

“Yeah.” She laughed once more. “But even then…. That wasn’t the same. I mean, even those few times we were, ah, together before I officially started working here, it wasn’t really the same. You weren’t…. Well, you weren’t mine then, if you know what I mean….”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.”

She had her fingers on his left cheek and jawline. “It’s so smooth….”

“Yeah?”

She ran a finger over the cleft in his chin. “How do you shave in there, anyway?”

Grissom was starting to get hypnotized by the gentle movement of her fingers over his face, but he laughed as he thought back to their very enjoyable evening with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant from a month earlier. “I, uh…. Well, next time I shave, I’ll let you watch. You can see for yourself how to do it. Then, how about the next time I grow the beard back then decide to shave it all off, I let you be in charge?”

“Me, shave off your beard?” Sara laughed.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“You’d trust me to do that?”

“There’s no one I trust more.” He gave her a knowing look, full of love and trust—as well as the lust that always simmered just below the surface (when it hadn’t boiled right over the top, that is).

Sara smiled. “Okay.” She was still moving her fingers over his face as she continued her visual inspection. “I think I like it like this.”

“Yeah?”

“For a change, at least. I like the beard, too. But this…. This is nice for a change.” She was still studying his face. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the right side of his jaw, which had previously been covered by his beard. “Yeah.” She switched to the other side, kissing him on the left side of his jaw. “Yeah, I think I like this for now.”

“Okay.” He smiled.

She switched to his lips, gently kissing the left corner of his mouth. “Yeah.” She kissed the right corner next, then she moved her lips slowly toward the middle, her hands now cupping his face. “I think I like this quite a lot….”

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming….

NOTES

*This is a bonus scene for my story “No, I Never Meant to Cause You Pain: Grave Danger to Law of Gravity: Various Encounters,” which is now complete. This scene fits in after the eighth (i.e., second-from-last) chapter of that story.

Many, many thanks to @figsr, who brought up the Audrey Hepburn line shown above in the context of both that story and our mutual love of Charade, thus prompting this short scene!

#csi #gsr #sara sidle #gil grissom #sara x grissom #grissom x sara #jorja fox #william petersen #💛: survivors in the night #survivors in the night: a las vegas love story #gsr fanfic #fic #fanfic #fan fiction

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spiders eyes

ft. tseng of the turks

Warnings: TW/ kidnapping (?? kinda) , TW/ Impact play , TW/ threats

content: face slaps, rough sex, oral (m!r, f!r), light angst, light bondage , light bdsm, hair pulling , choking , fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, chair sex, glove kink , riding , reverse cowgirl , edging , overstim , breeding , dirty talk

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You sighed. Another Shinra employee, desperate to prove something to himself. Same old, same old, hiring a private investigator to do the dirty work for him.

“So you need me to blackmail… the scientist?” You quizzed, gazing at the man sitting across from you.

“Yes. He is the Head of Science and Research at Shinra. Professor Hojo. If you want to back out, you can. But you must clear any notion that we ever met with each other.” He half-whispered, peering around to make sure no one was listening. Humming, you take a sip of the coffee sitting in front of you.

Observing the man in front of you, he looked nervous. You re-examined the notes you had taken. Not nearly enough gil being paid for such a risky job. You glanced back at the man before you, leaning back.

“We’ll start at 5,000 gil. After I finish, I want another 5,000 as extra compensation.”

The anxious man faltered, his hopeful smile dropping once more.

“An extra 5,000? Seriously?” He spoke slowly, still processing your words.

“I’ve done less for more. You better count yourself blessed that I’m even willing to consider 10,000 gil for this job. Take it or leave it.”

The man sighed, defeated, putting the first round of money on the table. You smiled, taking the money, and putting it in your bag. Standing up, you smoothed your clothes out, and offered your hand to finalize the meeting. The client shook your hand, and you parted ways, promising to keep in contact. Departing, you looked back at the address you wrote down. You looked both ways before crossing the busy streets of Midgar, heading off to begin your client’s mission.

The man worked for Shinra, hiring you to get some intel from Professor Hojo. The employee had worked for Hojo, and after getting on the Professor’s bad side, the scientist had destroyed the employee’s reputation as a scientist, costing him many career opportunities. The employee was demoted to a regular office worker, and was determined to prove to Shinra that Hojo sabotaged him. Typical. So you were to meet the Professor by the Honeybee Inn, seduce him, and get audio proof of the sabotage. Easy enough, men like to talk when you pull the right strings.

Reaching the hotel you were staying at, you greeted the receptionist as you made your way up to your room to get ready. You had already begun planning everything. The job you were tasked with seemed simple enough, considering the man you were after was supposedly so dangerous. You reached your room, immediately setting off to the closet, finding the dress hanging on the door, and you slipped it on, along with a pair of heels. You didn’t need to do much to your makeup or hair, preferring to push your hair into a high ponytail and adding some accessories. Before you left, you grabbed your purse and cell phone, doing a once over in the mirror, and walking out the door.

You walked through Wall Market quickly, not stopping to speak to anyone. Nearing the corner to the Honeybee Inn, you heard hushed discussions about some important looking men wandering the area, seemingly looking for something. Brushing off the conversation, you made your way to the destination, settling near the entrance of the Inn. Many people excitedly walked by, all honored to be in the vicinity of the Honeybee girls, hoping to catch a glimpse of some of the action. After a long while of waiting, you spotted your target. The head of greasy black hair, slicked back in a ponytail, walking the opposite direction of the Honeybee Inn. You moved quickly, walking in the same direction, only to lose him by an alley. Looking around, you found yourself confused and lost. Pulling out your phone, you looked at the map of the area, pausing when you heard footsteps in the quiet alley.

“You seem to be confused, now don’t you?” You whipped around to face the cocky voice that was mocking you. A man with striking red hair walked lazily towards you, smirking.

Oh great… I’m cornered, you thought to yourself.

“Get to work, Reno. Quit playin’ around.” A man, bald, and intimidating appeared next to the man you assumed to be Reno. You took a step back, eyes flitting between the two of them. “Ah c’mon Rude! You’re really living up to your name don’t you think? Look at her, she looks like she's panicking now.” Reno snickered. They both walked towards you, and you turned to run until you were met with yet another figure. Before you could look up to meet his eyes, you felt a pressure in your neck, and sudden darkness took over.

“She’ll wake up soon, and I’ll be able to handle her myself. You two focus on the guarding the door. I’ll get the information from her.” A deep voice commanded. You didn’t hear a response as silence filled your ears once more. Confused, you moved to lift your head and open your eyes. Glancing around, you caught a glimpse of a dark room, illuminated softly by a lamp. You wiggled your hands and fingers, only to find that you were bound to the chair you sat in.

“Struggling won’t help your situation. You’ll only tire yourself out,” The voice stated, breaking the silence. “, good to see you conscious. We can finally move on now.” He finished.

He made his way to your groggy form, observing the state you were in. You lifted your head, meeting his eyes. Oh no… not him, you thought. He walked around you, peering over your form as you glared at him. He scoffed, “You have a lot of nerve to be glaring at me when you’re the one going after Shinra executives, Y/N. It’s a pleasure that we meet again, though I wish it were under different circumstances.”

Groaning, you lean back into the chair to peer at him, letting his image fully render within your memory.

“Fuck off, Tseng,” You snapped. “You know I’m just working.”

“Precisely why we’re here today, Miss Y/N. It was only a matter of time before you got caught up in the wrong business. We’ve been monitoring you and your clients as a precaution. Clearly… it was necessary.” Tseng remarked, his eyes hovering down your form.

Huffing, you continued to glare. Ignoring the look you gave him, Tseng sat back against the wall, crossing his arms, still assessing you. Your dress was truly… well, short. Revealing, even. It fit to your form more than he liked to admit, and the cleavage it revealed was quite nice to admire. Your long legs tucked underneath the chair did little to conceal the sheer amount of skin the tiny dress showed. He thought back to the past missions that he worked with you, and how no matter what disguise you went under for the jobs Shinra hired you for, you were still appealing to him. He always maintained the professionalism, however, never acting on the rather strong urges he had to throw you against a wall and-

“Are you gonna stand there and look stupid the whole time or are you actually going to do your job and interrogate me like you planned.” you interrupted his thoughts.

“Same attitude as always, I see.” He tutted.

“I know we worked several jobs together, but you’re really annoying me now that I’m being kept from making a living at the moment.” You sighed, irked. You studied the tall man as he continued to stare disapprovingly at your snarkiness.

Shinra had hired you privately several times to help the Turks get intel from whoever they were targeting at the time. Since anyone could recognize a Turk from a mile away, they hired you to go undercover in different disguises, depending on the setting you were told to go to. Tseng was the one typically briefing you, transporting you, and communicating with you, while the others were off doing the dirty fighting for you. Though you had fond memories, and maybe even a little crush on the man before you, you couldn’t help but be exasperated that they monitored your activities.

He hadn’t changed much. His hair was a little longer since you saw him last, but you swore up and down that this man never aged. Still handsome as ever. Still in the same, stupid fucking suit. Still wearing the same, infamous half up, half down style. His silky black hair flowed around his broad shoulders, framing his sharp features. His deep brown eyes gazed down at you, watching and waiting for whatever you said next.

“Tell me about the job you’re working.” He asked. It seems he’s decided to continue working on you, then. Smirking, you shook your head.

“Client confidentiality. You know better than to ask. I never kiss and tell.” You rebutted. His face, showing no sign of emotion, stared back still, as he stalked towards you.

“Not even if Shinra paid you handsomely for your cooperation?” He proposed.

You knew better than to fall for that. Shinra had no reason to pay you for giving them everything you knew. Not that you even knew much in the first place. The whole job seemed like petty revenge for someone who couldn’t accept his losses and move on.

“No.” You replied. The rope around your hands were beginning to itch, and your feet were sore from wearing your heels for…who knows how long now.

He walked closer, still staring down at you. You were still so, so beautiful. As always. He couldn’t escape the need his body held for you, especially when you looked so…vulnerable in this moment. Your E/C eyes peering up at him through thick, dark eyelashes only made it worse, in fact. He had a job to see through, though. And he fully intended on completing it.

“Who is the client? What does he want from Hojo?” He questioned, tilting his head. He needed to get through this so he could go back to focusing on bigger issues at work. He’d rather be at his desk, than interrogating his biggest temptation.

You rolled your eyes again. He knows you won’t answer questions like those. Why does he insist on asking anyways? Who knows. He walked to the desk in the corner, taking his suit jacket off. Turning back to you, he rolled his sleeves up, staring once more as he waited for you to say something. Watching as he finished rolling up his sleeves, you swallowed your spit, realizing how dry your mouth was.

“Not going to answer?” He asked. His voice almost put you in a trance.

Did it get warmer in here? You felt uncomfortably warm. You had truly forgotten how handsome he was. You thought back to the first time meeting him, how your knees could barely hold your body up, how attracted you were to him. You wanted to leave an impression. You wanted him to keep his attention on you the whole mission. Shame and embarrassment filled you as you felt your crush once more. This had to be the most inconvenient time to start lusting after him again. Staring back at him, you couldn’t open your mouth to answer. Your mouth was uncomfortably dry, and the room was getting warmer by the second.

Noticing a change in your demeanor, he decided to try a different approach. Maybe threatening you would get you to talk.

He drew close to you again. To your shock, he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Let’s try something else.” He uttered close to your face. His breath fanned across your face gently. The sudden close vicinity, paired with his hand wrapped around your throat, time ceased to move as a soft sound escaped your mouth.

Tseng stared down, shock taking over his body. A few moments went by before he smirked down at you. He studied your face, how the blood had rushed to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your eyes averted shamefully, and you nibbled on your bottom lip as your breathing picked up.

Tseng tightened his grip ever so slightly, pulling your head forward.

“Look at me.” He commanded, watching you slowly look back up at him. You didn’t want to look at him. You just moaned from him choking you. You felt fucking humiliated. But you did anyway, and his eyes stared back at you.

“What an interesting reaction,” His curious tone filled the room. “Shall I do it again?” He mused, watching as you softly laughed, nervousness taking control. Looking anywhere but his face, Tseng squeezed once more, watching as your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape.

He huffed darkly, amused by your reactions. He wasn’t expecting these reactions from you when he decided to choke you, only wanting to threaten you, but he enjoyed this much better.

Any restraint he held previously disappeared the moment you let that pathetic moan slip out. He pressed his lips into yours, ravishing the taste your lips left. Moaning quietly into the kiss, he bites down on your lower lip, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His scent swarmed you as you became dizzy from the lack of air.

Tseng pulls away, watching as you search for the warmth of his lips back on yours. Drunk from kissing him, you barely registered it when he used his other hand to slap you across the face, though you didn’t mind. Your head lolled to the side, rolling backwards as you smiled, drunk on the dopamine the kiss left. You were totally entranced by him. Your heart beat practically jumped out of your chest as you came back to reality.

Though his hand was still around your throat, you pulled your head back up to look at him. He’s bent over, towering over your form still tethered to the chair. He moves both of his hands to place them on the armrests of the chairs, watching you. His head tilts slightly, smirking down as you stare back, mirroring his expression. His eyes are flitting between your eyes and your lips, then moves down to observe the rest of you. It’s only now that you notice the dull, throbbing ache between your thighs, and you squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. Rubbing your thighs, attempting to relieve yourself, he stands up straight.

“I wasn’t intending on this interrogation to go this direction. Had I known you would be enjoying yourself, I would have done this much sooner.” He said slowly, still peering down at your squirming form. Whimpering, you avert your gaze from his. He walks around your form, admiring how quickly you’ve become undone from just a kiss. Standing just behind you, he takes one hand and slowly pushes your legs apart, his fingers ghosting the warm flesh of your thighs. Letting his fingers dance up your thighs, ever slowly, he uses his free hand to grip your jaw, turning your head to the side to face him.

“Look away and I stop.” He mutters in your ear. You nod, accepting your fate. Tseng hums approvingly, his slim fingers reaching the top of your thighs. He squeezes softly at the top of them. Letting his nose brush against your neck, he presses soft kisses under your ear. Your breath hitches for a moment, and you feel him smile against your skin as he continues pressing kisses lower and lower.

“I like this dress.” He murmurs, amused. His fingers ghost over your arousal and you whimper softly, wanting more. His touch is electrifying and every part of you feels as if you’ve been lit on fire, reacting to everything. Noticing your need, he gives in to your wants, finally cupping your aching cunt. He begins to suck the skin just above your collarbone, moving his fingers to gently circle your clit through your panties. Your breathing picks up.

“F…fuck, Tseng,” You let his name slip from your mouth, whining. “Please, please, I need- I need m-more…”

Another soft slap. “Don’t rush me.” He finalized.

Letting his fingers abandon your now soaked panties, he walked back around to face you. He traces the shape of your lips with his gloved fingers, smearing your lipstick. You peer up at him, waiting to see what happens next, and he prods your mouth open with his thumb. Opening your mouth, he presses his thumb against your tongue and over your teeth. The bitter taste of leather leaves briefly, as he removes his thumb and replaces it with his middle and index fingers, the taste entering once more. “Suck.” he commands. Obliging his request, you wrap your lips around his fingers as he pushes them in further. Letting your tongue push against his digits, he pushes them to the back of your throat, forcing your head back. You gag slightly around his fingers, moaning.

Tseng hums softly, smiling down, pleased with what he is witnessing.

“Gooood girl,” he praises, drawing out the vowels, “taking my fingers so well. Shall we test what else you can take?” He questions. He removes his digits from your mouth, a string of saliva following. He walks behind you, cutting the rope binding your hands. He leans down as he cuts, “If you try anything, Reno and Rude are just outside the door and will not hesitate to kill you.” He says, his deep voice rumbling through the silent room. He wants to give you the benefit of doubt, and truly he believes you want this just as bad as he does.

Tseng walks back to face you, leaning over to press another kiss into your lips. It’s intoxicating, really, your kisses. You’re intoxicating. The taste of your lipstick, paired with the scent of honey fills his senses, and he can’t get enough of you. Feeling his own throbbing need, he pulls away. He takes your hand and places it on his clothed erection, letting you feel how hard he is. Looking back up at him through your eyelashes, he nearly crumbles. You squeeze lightly, testing to see his reaction.

“Take it out.” He commands once more, and you tilt your head up to really look at him. His eyes are dark, pupils blown almost completely with lust. He leans down to press one more chaste kiss, and you palm him through his pants. He gasps, barely audible, and his cock twitches. When you unbuckle his pants, you catch a glimpse of his thick, muscular thighs. They're more well-built than his suit leads you to believe.. Pulling his cock out, you clench your thighs and your mouth waters. You hold the base of his cock, and he moves his hand to tilt your face up.

“Open.” You do as he says, and stick your tongue out slightly. He pushes the tip of his weeping cock into your mouth. The image of his cock in your mouth is forever burned into his fucking skull, and it takes every ounce of self control to not cum right then and there. It has been a long while since Tseng entertained any form of intimacy, being too busy with work. His growing need to take you, finally, after several years of wanting you and being unable to have you, is finally coming to life, and he fully plans to draw this out as much as possible. The wet warmth from your mouth engulfs his tip, and your tongue meets the underside of it.

“You’ll- fuuck- you’ll work for it. Do you understand?” Tseng’s broken command almost rings unclear to you, but you nod anyway. He pushes himself further into your mouth, quietly groaning as you begin to move on your own. You let your tongue do the work, while he sets the pace.

“Just like that, darling,” He moans, unable to stop the words from escaping. “Keep taking it, I know you can. Fuck.” Tseng breathes out. He pushes himself as deep as he can into your throat, stopping when you finally gag. Pulling out halfway, he starts again, holding your head in place. He feels your nails digging into the meat of his thighs, but it only spurs him on, letting quick profanities continue to spill out of his mouth. He can’t control it, your lips just feel so, so good wrapped so perfectly around his cock, and the way you still peer up at him while he fucks your throat is just about to make him implode.

He’s breathing hard now, letting the groans fall out quicker than he can hold them, and he knows he’s close. Staring up at him, watching him unravel, you couldn’t believe how fucking pretty he looked. His brows are furrowed in concentration, and he’s holding the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, constantly switching between looking down and watching you, screwing his eyes shut, and throwing his head back, and you moan around him. The vibration from your voice damn near finishes him off, and he rips himself from your mouth.

He has barely any control over himself now as he pushes you back into the chair, moving his hands up your hips to pull your panties off. Finally, he’s touching your leaking, aching cunt, drawing a line up to your clit with his tongue. Crying out, you reach for his hair, yanking as you press yourself into his mouth. Rubbing circles on your clit, he pulls away and spits, letting it mix with your wetness.

“So fucking pretty. I bet you’ve been desperate for this treatment, hm?” He pushes a gloved finger into your entrance, enthralled by how easy it slides into your cunt. The feeling of his leather gloves is foreign, but welcomed. He presses another in, curling his fingers as he sucks on your clit, watching your reactions. Satisfied with having found the spot, he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers, letting you be as messy as you want. Feeling the tightening in your core, you cry out his name, grabbing his wrist to ground yourself.

“‘M gonna cum, T-Tseng please” You wail, begging him for more. Smirking, he removes his fingers from you, denying your release. Whimpering, you try to close your legs, hoping to find some relief, only for him to push them apart again.

He pushes himself up to press another kiss into your mouth as he circles your clit again. Moving on to your neck, he licks and bites, moving down your exposed chest. He pulls away, observing your already fucked-out state beneath him, and he decides that, despite how much he likes your dress, he is sick of it being in the way. He pulls the hem over your head, throwing the dress elsewhere in the room.

Tseng latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, and you moan softly at his tongue lapping at your chest. His hand is still busy rubbing circles into your clit, and he uses his free hand to fondle your other nipple. While that hand pinches and pulls, his busier hand is pushing his fingers back into your entrance, working you up again, and he bites and sucks your breast. His head lifts once more, watching your face while he works you up to your release again. You feel it coming, and he does too.

“Tseng please, I can't wait anymore.” You beg. The ache is stronger, you need him inside of you. Denying your release once again, he pulls away and stands up, pulling you with him.

“Turn around.” He demands. Following his instructions, you face the chair, holding the back of it to keep you steady. He approaches from behind, and you can feel his hard erection pressed against your thigh. It makes you needy, and he wraps an arm around your chest, moving your hair to the other side. He presses a quick kiss into your shoulder.

“You gonna be good and take it?” He asks, pulling your hair from your ponytail

“Yes.” You whisper. He smacks your ass and you cry out.

“Let me ask again. Are you gonna be good and take it?” He murmured in your ear.

“Yes, yes I’ll take it and be good for you.”

He seems satisfied, pulling your face to meet his. He kisses you as his tip prods at your entrance. His hand grips your waist, and he rubs your clit with the tip of his cock, smiling softly as you whine out in need. Finally, he pushes himself in, still holding eye contact as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy moan as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. Tseng doesn’t wait for you to adjust, pulling himself out halfway before slamming back into you. Every thrust feels like the air is being fucked out of you, and you grip the back of the metal chair to steady yourself.

“I’ve been waiting- fuck- to do this for years- f-fuck Y/N,” His broken thoughts flooding out of his mouth. “You just had to f-fucking wear this god damn dress- nmh- tonight, huh?” He asked.

You nod rapidly. He laughs darkly at your enthusiasm. “T-thats what I thought. You wanted to be seen, didn’t you?” He muttered in your ear. Nodding again, he wraps his hand around your throat again. “Not a fucking thought in that pretty head of yours is there? You can’t even answer my questions.”

He’s panting now, small groans and profanities slipping out, the sound of your hips meeting his thrusts fill the room. You feel your orgasm approaching again, and you begin to shake, desperate for release. He seems to feel it too, his thrusts getting deeper, his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck.

“It really is too bad I can’t fuck you like this every day.” He whispers in your ear. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm rips through your body, lighting every nerve on fire as you cry out his name.

Your body trembles as he pulls away. He pulls you with him, holding you with one arm around your waist as he switches to sit in the chair. Pulling you into his lap, your back to him, he pushes into you again, rubbing your clit.

“Ride me.”

The new angle hits your spot perfectly, and you begin to bounce as much as your body would let you. Still rubbing your clit, his thrusts meet your hips. He’s still relentless, letting your second orgasm approach slowly, whispering sweet encouragement in your ear. As you lose control with your second climax, he begins to tap your clit gently with his gloved digits. Crying out, you grab his wrists, trying to stop him from overstimulating you. You squeeze around his cock as you cum again.

He brings you back to reality with soft pecks on the curve of your neck, letting you calm down. He’s breathing heavy in your ear, and his kisses, though soft, are messy and uncoordinated. “You got one more left for me right? I know you can do it for me, dear. Cum on my cock one more time, please.” He begs. Gods, he’s begging you. You still want to impress him, after all these years.

You pull yourself off him to turn around and face him, straddling his thighs. You take a moment to admire the state he’s in as you slip his throbbing cock back into you. His eyes are half-lidded, watching your every movement, and his hair is disheveled. His tie was untied long ago, and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. A thin layer of sweat covers his neck and chest. He looks absolutely gorgeous. He bottoms out again, and you roll your hips slowly. Hissing, his head falls back as he closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of your cunt. He feels electric and needy, needing to feel everything you will give him.

You grab both of his hands and place them at your hips, letting his hands explore your body as you begin to roll your hips faster. His fingers dance everywhere, not letting an inch of skin go untouched. He’s so gentle, quite a contrast to the rough fucking he just put you through. He touched you like you were porcelain, almost scared to break you. Leaning forward, you place your own hands on the side of his face and kiss him. The kiss is sloppy and needy, and you both moan into the kiss. His hands have moved to hold you by your thighs as he thrusts upwards. Holding your gaze, he puts the last of his energy into fucking himself into you, groaning as he approaches his own high. His thrusts are sloppy, and you reach between your bodies to rub circles on your clit again, feeling your final orgasm wash over you. Burying your head into the crook of his neck, you cum once more, and his now messy thrusts abruptly stop. He groans loudly as he releases himself deep inside of you.

You look up at him, pressing your forehead against his as you try to even out your breathing. He reaches up to move your hair from your face, and cups it, kissing you deeply.

“We can never do this again, can we, Tseng?” You ask quietly, melancholy filling the atmosphere.

“No.” He finally answers. You both stare for a moment, letting the situation fully process.

Pulling away from him, you try to stand up to get redressed, only to stumble. He holds you up, and pulls your panties on for you, along with your dress and heels.

You watch as he straightens himself out, putting his suit jacket back on and fixing his hair. You turn to leave, before he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“Take the money we offer, and we’ll handle your client for you. Don’t make me kill you.” Tseng states. You look at him for a while, observing his face. He’s known for being subtle about his feelings, letting logic and duty take over his personal feelings. But this? No. He looked desperate. Desperate to not have to make the decision to end you. You pondered his request briefly.

“If I take the money, you will never be able to work with me again.” You added.

“That ended when you went against the company to work with this client, Y/N. We will still monitor your activities.”

You stared at the floor, fidgeting with your purse. Of course, you wanted to see him again. He wanted to see you again. You want each other, and can’t have it. You swallow thickly, turning back to face him.

“Fine. I’ll drop the client. Take the money. But I will never forgive you for this.” You declared. His eyes drop, and he gives a brief nod. Collecting your phone, you breeze past him, turning to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“I look forward to seeing you do something better with your life, Miss Y/N.” He murmurs.

Looking back, you give a smirk, both of you knowing damn well you never will. Reno and Rude are still waiting at the door. They don’t seem to have a clue of what exactly just transpired in the room while they guarded the door, and you were perfectly fine with that. They escorted you to the car waiting for you, and you were glad to finally go home.

“I take it everything’s been settled?” Rude asks.

“For better or for worse.” You reply politely.

He gives a brief nod, and Reno closes the door behind you before waving you off.

The car began to pull away, when Tseng made his final appearance. Locking eyes, knowing you will never get to see him again, you turned to face forward, unable to bear the look in his eyes.

#ff7 tseng #tseng x reader smut #tseng smut #ff7r smut #wtf else do i tag this as #user://tseng #program://my_fics #program://ff7r_drabbles #program://nsfw_tseng.exe

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Character Glasses Holder Tutorial

Some people wanted a tutorial on how I made my Isaac glasses holder. So here is one!

Featuring Gilbert!

This will be lengthy with photos to help show what I'm trying to describe, so I will be putting this under a cut. (It's honestly not a crazy long process, I am just wordy and trying to be very clear.) As a disclaimer, there may be better ways to do this!! This is just how I did it.

What you will need:

Foam board (usually less than $1 USD in the stores I nab them at), non-super glue (I use a 'Scotch Create' glue pen, which seems to be $7-8 USD), Cardstock (prices vary, still cheapish), self-seal laminating sheets ($10USD, for Scotch brand), x-acto knife (or equivalent), scissors, cutting board, and a (to be printed) sprite of your fave looking directly at the screen!

It's not needed, but I do recommend acrylic paint to kinda seal in the sides of the foam board, once everything is finished.

Notes before getting started:

If your sprite image has not been cleared of a background, I would recommend doing so in order to not waste a bit of printer ink on stuff you will be cutting off.

For any sprite image use, I recommend having them facing the screen directly, rather an at an angle. Additionally, if your image is pixelated, you can use Waifu2x to try and smooth it a little.

Personally, I use google docs for trying to fit images on a page before printing, due to my printer's program being garbage. If you're like me, remember to get rid of the side margins, and shorten the header margins as much as possible. This is usually under the 'file' options as 'page setup', and on google docs, there are rulers on the top and side of the page, where you can manipulate the margins a bit as well.

Everyone's glasses can be sized differently based on, well, how big your head is. My head is huge. You can measure your glasses from the front, including the front of the legs in the overall width, and apply the measurements to any test prints. However, I am stubborn and do not do this.

Similarly, some glasses are heavier than others. I purposely try to buy light frames, so keep in mind that if yours are particularly heavy due to the material used to make it, it might not stay without extra help.

Let's get started!

Size the image however you normally do. I am using google docs! If you're using a word processor to scale/resize the image in a certain way, be sure to make sure 'text wrapping' options aren't limited to following any text, so that you can move the image easier.

Circled areas- ruler for margins at the top and left, and on the right is text wrapping options. All of this combined let me center Gil a bit better on the page.

2. Print off the test page in black and white and on regular paper (if you have any)- to save ink in case it's not sized right- and see how the front of your glasses compare to the sizing of it: Is it big enough to hold the glasses? Remember, we need an okay amount of room on each side of where the glasses would go, so that the foam board can support it without worrying of it breaking.

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3. I am lucky to where mine doesn't really need resizing for me to be happy! And there is a decent amount of room on each side too. Let's print off in color, on cardstock now, and put a self-sealing laminate sheet on the front of the image. These types of sheets are essentially big clear stickers! We're doing this as a protective layer on top of the image. Yes, it will cause shine, but it's so easy to damage paper! This is for peace of mind. They should have instructions on ways to put it on, just be mindful of bubbles and take it Slow. Once it's on without bubbles, press on the image to make sure it's on Well. (You can also put the sheet on after cutting out the image, if you feel more comfortable doing that)

4. Time for cutting! I recommend using the x-acto knife to cut, in order to get the super small spaces. Be sure to use your cutting board, or a good equivalent, so that you don't cut anything under your paper. Don't be afraid to trim the ends of the fly-away hairs either- in the long run, it's more difficult to work with those thin lines than anything else. When using the x-acto knife, I cut the hair from the base, to the tips, so it doesn't cause issues.

5. Hold your image against your foam board, and cut out a rectangle size that's just slightly bigger. Don't feel bad over 'wasting' foam board, this will just make it easier to work with.

6. With the image cut out and laminated, it's time to glue the back down to the foam board. I do not recommend liquid superglues! If you have one that works swell with paper projects, please feel free! But superglue can bleed through the paper and cause issues.

7. Lay the board to rest- under some flat and heavy objects, like a book or similar. Not crazy heavy! But a good weight so that as it dries, everything is pressed against the board. Make sure it's something that it's okay to get glue on, just in case excess slips out. I usually wait around 30 minutes or longer for it to dry. Eat or clean up the paper scraps while you wait!

8. Almost done! Now that it's dry, it's time to cut once more. I still recommend using an x-acto knife, because scissors cause a lot of issues when cutting foam board.

9. Once cut, it's time to take your glasses again and cut holes for the legs to go through. Keep in mind the width and length of the leg's tip- it needs to be able to fit through. Personally, I am haphazard in everything I do, so I press my frames to the image again and use the x-acto blade to poke just a Smidge bigger than the tips of the glasses legs are.

Surely, there are better ways of doing this.

10. Once both holes are cut, and everything seems to fit well, it's time to make the back! I try to use scraps leftover from the foam board cutting to make them, but you may need to use new pieces from your foam board. We're going to put any straight edges to the back, and glue down. Here, you can use superglue, since it's just foam board to foam board. Trim any excess that goes past your himbo, and test that it can stand on its own.

11. (Optional!!) Paint the sides, carefully, with acrylic. I'm using black, but you can use any color. Don't stress if it gets on the laminate- it wipes off super easily while still wet! I do not recommend using a marker, since if it touches the paper, it will likely bleed through and cause odd splotches. My roommate suggests that puff paint may work as well!

And you're done! Now you have your fave wearing your glasses!

If you end up doing this, especially if you're in the ikemen games fandom, I'd love to see it!

Also, I normally write stuff! If interested, feel free to check it out:

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khazadspoon · 5 months

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a thing for @westernmeowmeow and that last piece of favorowdy art that made me squeal. NSFW in any sense of the term.

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Rowdy is beautiful on his knees. Too beautiful, too pretty for his own good, that wide-eyed and angelic face getting him into more trouble than any one man should get into. But that doesn’t stop Gil from wanting him. It doesn’t stop him from gasping as he pushes between thin but soft lips, cock hitting the back of Rowdy’s throat with every other thrust.

It doesn’t stop the boy from just taking it, those eyes staring up at Gil like he holds the answers to every question he could ever think to ask. Gil doesn’t have the answers. He won’t ever have them and that’s alright.

Rowdy pants heavily when he pulls back. His fingers grip Gil’s thighs as though they’re the only anchor he has to reality, his tongue warm and wet where it laps at the head of Gil’s cock, and the adoration on Rowdy’s face is almost painful to see. Gil groans and a drop of liquid pools at the tip, drips on Rowdy’s tongue, is swallowed quickly.

“C’mon,” Rowdy urges in a husky, wrecked voice. “Again.”

He just manages to laugh, a low and raspy sound. “Demanding.”

Rowdy grins at him before opening his mouth, wide and waiting, all mirth gone as he kneels patiently at Gil’s feet. The hands on his thighs squeeze.

He pushes back in to that hot, wet mouth, groaning low in his throat as Rowdy hums around him. Rowdy bobs his head in time as Gil fills his mouth, fucks his throat as gently as he can, moving in smooth motions that force slick, wet noises from between Rowdy’s lips. His gut twists as he looks down, watches his prick slide in and out of that mouth that distracts him so often.

“Rowdy,” he grunts, fingers winding into the boy’s hair. He needs to stop calling him a boy; Rowdy is a man, old enough and experienced enough to run his own outfit, but the endearment still lingers regardless. “I ain’t gonna last.”

Rowdy just hums around him again. The vibration makes his toes curl. He gasps, thrusts a little harder, feels the tightening of Rowdy’s throat around him. He pulls back, grips Rowdy’s hair with one hand to keep him still as he strokes his cock with the other, the strokes smooth and slick with Rowdy’s spit.

“Fuck,” he gasps, moans, stares down into wide green-blue eyes full of heat and desire, “fuck!”

He comes hard, spills himself on Rowdy’s parted lips, his tongue, the sharp cut of his cheekbones, a haphazard work of art he wants to frame in a gallery and keep tucked in his pocket all at once.

And Rowdy looks up at him still, lips curving in a slow grin as he waits for the last drops to fall. The satisfaction on his face is almost too much. Gil rubs the tip of his cock on Rowdy’s lips and let’s put a long, slow breath.

“I did a good job, didn’t I Mister Favor?” Rowdy says breathlessly.

Gil swallows with a click in his throat, runs his clean hand over Rowdy’s unruly hair, rubs at a drop of spend on his cheek. Affection sticks like an arrow in his chest. “Yeah.”

The grin on Rowdy’s face softens as he closes his eyes and leans into the touch. They need to clean up, set up camp properly for the night, but neither of them wants to move. They stand and kneel, suspended in time together, basking in the afterglow as the sun falls lower in the sky.

#favorowdy #rawhide

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Can you write a little scenario where Malcolm falls asleep in the office and when he starts having a night terror, the reader is the only one who can calm him down and lull him back into a peaceful sleep? I actually recently did this with a friend of mine who has ptsd- all I could think of to do was hum a song, and she woke up a while later and was like 🥴 "wow that was the best nap I've had in a while". And she thought it was just her being at my place with me, and I didn't have the heart to tell her she had a nightmare, because that was the one time she didn't remember it. 😭 Also I think I might be in love with her, idk how this ask ended up as a confession

Hum Me Something Soothing

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Mention of nightmares

Word Count: 571

A/N: First of all—HOLY SHIT! Second of all—I hope you don’t mind that I used your confession as inspiration for this. I also need an update. Did you tell her? What’s going on? I am fully invested in this saga and am shipping it so hard! And thank you for the request and for being so patient! I really hope you enjoy it!

Working with Malcolm Bright was a little like working with a cross between a child and a German Shepherd. He was duty-bound and protective, mixed with unpredictability and chaos. Also, like a child, he would run himself until exhaustion. However, you couldn’t blame him.

These cases had kept the entire precinct up for the past few days. Really, it was a miracle Malcolm was finally sleeping. Gil basically had to lock him in his office and order Malcolm to nap on the couch.

He’d been in there an hour now. You sat at your desk beside the window into the office, your view of Malcolm partially obstructed by the blinds.

You leaned back to stretch and noticed movement from inside. Malcolm seemed to be curling in on himself, his fists clenched and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Your heartbeat picked up. You knew about the nightmares and how secretive Malcolm was about them. So, as calmly as you could, you slipped in and shut the door, kneeling beside him.

You weren’t entirely sure how to soothe him. All you could think about was how you wanted to comfort him. Then you remembered that song your parents sang to you before they tucked you in. They always switched off every line or so, and it never failed to lull you to sleep.

With a deep inhale, you hummed that song as you stroked his hair off his face. The creases in his forehead slowly smoothed out, and his hands and shoulders relaxed.

His hair was soft beneath your steady touch, and he still smelled of his cologne even after being here all day: earthy and sweet. You rarely saw him vulnerable like this, and a selfish part of you wished you could keep him this way. Maybe then he’d find a little peace.

A few minutes had passed, and he had yet to fall back into that terrible space in his mind. You carefully rose and retreated back to your desk. Hopefully, he’d sleep a bit longer.

Finishing your reports was simple enough. A half-hour later, you were ready to take your turn on Gil’s couch when Malcolm emerged.

He walked over to the chair against the side of your desk and sat.

“Good nap?” you asked, closing out your computer.

“Best I’ve had in a while.” His brow furrowed in confusion, trying to figure out why that was when he had slept on Gil’s couch a few times already. It never held back the nightmares before.

You kept a neutral expression. You didn’t want Malcolm to know. Best in a while. You were happy to let him believe he had a dreamless sleep—he deserved that much.

“Maybe I should take it for a test run then,” you joked, meeting his gaze.

Malcolm let out a small laugh. “Guess it depends on if you want a stiff neck.”

You scrunched your nose. “I’ll pass.”

He chuckled again and checked the time on his watch.

“Want to go grab a bite? I’m starving,” he asked, looking at you through his lashes.

You nodded. “Diner down the block?” You both stood.

“Their burgers sound great right now.”

You walked to the exit side by side, waving goodbye to your coworkers. As Malcolm held the door open for you, you gave him a small smile in thanks.

And at that moment, looking into his soft eyes, you realized something.

You were in love with him.

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eventinelysplayground · 6 months

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This is another challenge entry. This one is for @kissmetwicekissmedeadly challenge sweet & spicy wintertime. I haven't really written smut before but I figured why not give it a shot. I picked the prompt gift wrapping distractions. I also managed to get everything from the bonus challenge in there, mainly because I misread it the first time and then it became a personal challenge. This is definitely NSFW or for minors, as for other warnings well it features Gilbert so he's kind of his own trigger warning. Also hope it's ok but I used the little banner on the challenge it was too cute not to.

Distractions

Emma shook out the soft and fluffy blanket and spread it out on the floor of Gilbert's room. She smoothed it out a bit while thinking about how It had quickly become her favorite one after moving to Obsidian. Once she was done with the blanket she left twice and quickly returned each time, once with a tray packed full of homemade cookies and hot cocoa and the second time arms full of colorful paper and knitted items. She knew Gilbert was busy with work tonight so she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to wrap up some Christmas gifts.

Gilbert finished his work early though and that's how he found her. Sitting cross legged on the blanket cookies and hot cocoa nearby while she hummed to herself carefully wrapping presents.

Gilbert: Little Rabbit I'm back.

Emma: Gilbert! I thought you'd be busy most of the night working?

Gilbert: I thought little rabbit would be lonely without me so I finished up quickly.

Gilbert walked over and sat down behind Emma on the blanket. As he began to study the wrapped gifts in front of her Emma reached for the plate of cookies and held them out to him.

Emma: Here Gilbert try some of these they're cookies I only make at Christmas time.

Gilbert studied the cookies, one looked like just a regular cookie. The other was round and covered in white sugar.

Gilbert: Is this a snowball?

Emma: That's right! This one is similar to a regular cookie but I use eggnog instead of milk. I think you'll like the snowballs they're really sweet.

Gilbert popped the cookies into his mouth one after the other.

Gilbert: You're right I do like those the best. The other ones are good too though, you made them after all.

A faint blush creeped onto Emma's cheeks.

Gilbert: I'm not really interested in the cookies though.

Gilbert grabbed the first wrapped gift he could reach and turned it over in his hand.

Emma: They aren't much just little things I made for you and Walter and Roderich.

Gilbert: You made gifts for other men?

Emma: Well I didn't have a choice, you won't let me go into town and buy anything so I had to make them. I can't not have anything to give for Christmas after all, especially for you Gilbert.

Gilbert: I see, so who's is this then?

Emma: That's for Roderich, I knitted him a pair of warm gloves. And that one over there is yours. I haven't wrapped Walter's sweater yet, it has a snowflake on it.

Gilbert picked up the present Emma had indicated was his and placed it to the side, then with a smile on his face he unwrapped the pair of gloves.

Emma: Gilbert I just finished wrapping those!

Gilbert: I don't like the idea of you giving gifts to anyone but me little rabbit.

Gilbert grabbed Emma's chin and held it firmly in his fingers staring into her eyes. After a moment a mischievous grin crossed his face.

Gilbert: I'm in a good mood today though so I'll allow it this time. On one condition.

Emma: What is it?

Gilbert: You have to wrap them up, if you can do that then they can have the presents.

Emma: So I just have to wrap them?

Gilbert: It's simple isn't it? I'm sure you can do it.

Emma had an uneasy feeling about the way Gilbert's eye was sparkling but she decided to just push it aside for the moment and not waste the opportunity and set about cutting some more colorful paper. Just as she had finished cutting the paper that's when she felt them, Gilbert's soft lips on her neck.

Emma: Gilbert what are you…

Gilbert: You're supposed to be wrapping little rabbit, don't let me distract you.

Gilbert planted another kiss to Emma's neck and then another. Emma shook her head in an attempt to refocus. She laid the gloves down on the paper, at the same time Gilbert undid the top buttons of her blouse.

Slipping his fingers under the fabric he slowly and gently ran them over her nipples causing them to harden. As his fingers continued to slowly roam over her breasts Gilbert's lips trailed over Emma's ear and down her neck where he lingered planting the most delicate kisses possible.

Gilbert’s fingers stopped their movement long enough to undo Emma's corset and remove it along with her blouse. Once removed Gilbert wrapped an arm around her waist while slowly running his free hand all over her. He slowly traced the curves of her hips, her waist and then slowly back up to her breasts all the time still planting soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Emma: Gilbert…

Gilbert said nothing to Emma instead he gently cupped her breasts stroking her hardened nipples with his fingertips.Emma squirmed under him, her body aching for Gilbert's familiar rough touch but instead only receiving light and gentle ones.

Gilbert: If you keep getting distracted we'll be here all night. Keep wrapping little rabbit.

Gilbert whispered the words huskily in Emma's ear and she let out a soft whimper. She slowly reached out for the red ribbon when she felt Gilbert's hand traveling lower.

Gilbert shifted her skirt and slowly ran his hand down her thigh and between them, her hand stopping it's movement and hips bucking up towards him. Gilbert's hand however was perfectly content to slowly wander between her legs never going where she craved it most.

Emma swallowed hard and reached again for the red ribbon determined to not let Gilbert win. She managed through labored breaths to wrap the gloves again although it took three times as long as it should have and it looked a mess. All the while Gilbert continued to slowly and gently caress her breasts and between her thighs, that mischievous grin on his face the whole time. When she reached out for the Sweater Gilbert took it as a sign.

Gilbert's fingers finally touched her right where she had been craving this whole time and Emma jolted. The touch was almost feather light and Emma let out a small moan.

Gilbert: Just one present left little rabbit, surely you can do it can't you?

Gilbert's fingers again passed lightly right over her clit as if to accentuate his words.

Emma: Gilbert.

Answering to her moaning his name, Gilbert moved his fingers downwards slowly stroking them along her slick opening before slowly tracing back up it and out to her thighs again. The brief moment was not enough and Emma clenched and rubbed her legs together desperate for any type of friction.

She groaned in frustration and Gilbert let out a small laugh. Emma managed to cut the paper to size and place the sweater while Gilberts hands continued to roam over her body. She was growing more and more desperate for him and his normal touch. She decided to hurry through the rest of the wrapping but Gilbert wouldn't let it be that easy. Just as she had gathered the ribbon to tie up the sweater Gilbert's fingers slipped inside her now soaking wet opening and she gasped.

Gilbert's fingers stayed absolutely still and when Emma tried to move her hips Gilbert grabbed her firmly and held her in place with his free hand.

Emma: Why?

Emma's voice was barely a whimper as she turned her head to the side. Gilbert only smiled at her.

Gilbert: Is something the matter little rabbit?

Emma: You know exactly what's the matter.

Gilbert: I'm not a mind reader.

Gilbert moved his fingers that were still inside Emma ever so slightly and she gasped.

Gilbert: You're so close to being done and so wet, I would hurry up if I were you.

Emma: Then you'll give me what I want?

Gilbert: That depends, what is it that you want?

Emma: I want you Gil.

Gilbert: You have me already.

Emma: Gil…

Gilbert: Tell me what you want little rabbit.

Gilbert emphasized his point with a bite to Emma's lower lip and her whole body shuddered.

Emma: I want you to take me Gil. I want you to make me feel good like only you can.

Gilbert: Aren't I making you feel good now?

Emma: Yes but…

Gilbert: But what?

Emma: You're normally much more... rough with me and that's what I crave now.

Emma was blushing from her toes to her ears and Gilbert's smile widened. She hadn't wanted to let him win but she couldn't take it any more.

Gilbert: All right little rabbit once you finish wrapping that present I promise to take all of you as hard and fast as you're craving it.

Gilbert thrust his fingers deep inside Emma once before quickly taking them out. The shock left Emma momentarily stunned but she quickly recovered and hastily finished wrapping the sweater. By the time she had finished and turned to face Gilbert he had his shirt undone and pants partially down and Emma practically leapt into his lap.

Gilbert grabbed her by the hips and forcefully pulled her closer to him. As Emma removed his shirt his mouth traveled down her neck nipping as he went and Emmas head fell back as she moaned. Gilbert's hands moved from her hips up to her breasts squeezing them. His warms lips traveled down to one breast then landed on her nipple sucking hard.

Emma: Oh Gil…

Gilberts teeth tugged on her nipple before releasing it only to move onto the other and do the same. Emma could feel his cock twitching beneath her every time she moaned. She didn't want to wait any longer; she wanted him inside her.

Emma raked her fingernails up Gilbert's back and he let out a groan of pleasure before kissing her, his lips fierce and hungry. She grabbed onto Gilbert's shoulders for balance and then lifted her hips up to position herself. As soon as she felt Gilbert's hard cock slide into her she let out a cry of pleasure. Emma moved herself quickly and deeply up and down Gilbert's length, her pleasure only intensifying from the way Gilbert so expertly moved his hands and mouth over the rest of her giving her the sweet pleasure pain she craved everywhere they went. Her breathing grew more raged and her pace picked up as she felt her climax within reach. Gilbert sensed it too and he kissed her left breast before sucking on it hard.

Emma: Oh Gil…yes.

Emma's pace became erratic as the climax came over her until she no longer had the will or energy to move and she collapsed against Gilbert's chest. Gilbert stroked her hair then whispered in her ear.

Gilbert: That's not enough for me.

Suddenly the room spun and Emma was lying on her back on the blanket. Gilbert finished removing his pants then climbed on top of Emma planting kisses on every inch of her he could reach. He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss while his hand slid down between her legs and began stroking hard. Emma writhed and tried to close her legs, the sensation too much for her after hitting her peak but Gilbert wouldn't let her. He suddenly broke their kiss and forcefully thrust into her making Emma let out a yelp.

Gilbert's mercy was spent and he kept thrusting into her hard and deep. Emma didn't mind though she knew exactly the type of man she'd fallen in love with and she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss.

Hours later Emma lay in Gilbert's arms satisfied and sore.

Gilbert: By the way little rabbit, this scarf looks a bit too big for me don't you think.

Emma: That's because I made it so we could share it, wait when did you open that? Now you've ruined the surprise!

Gilbert: Hehehe I see so you were thinking of a gift to keep me tied to you?

Emma: Well not exactly, I just wanted to be close to you.

Gilbert ran his thumb over the scarf then turned to Emma and smiled.

Gilbert: You know half the fun is opening the gifts. You're going to have to wrap it again, I'll even help you.

Emma reached over and snatched the scarf away from Gilbert.

Emma: No thank you, I do a much better job without any distractions!

Gilbert grinned at Emma mischievously before popping a cookie into his mouth.

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