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rockinmyownboat · 2 years

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Lavine to the Latrine (and Other Dark Fantasies of Feminist Equality)

My mom raised me right. I was taught to respect women. Thats a crazy concept coming from a testosterone fueled penis-handler, like myself. But it's a real thing. My mom raised as much of a feminist out of a headstrong boy with rock and roll in his veins as she could. At most, she instilled a very specific brand of old school chivalry to respect, cherish, and value women as bringers of life. At the very least, she taught me to not use women as sex objects to wipe my ego's ass.

Thats why i really sucked as a rockstar. I tried it. Not gonna lie to you either. I got my hands on more bumper than an autobody shop in my 20s. As a single guy at the time, i didn't see any problems. Thank God I don't think that way anymore. I like to think that's because i grew up a little ... 🤷‍♂️

Even though i was single and free to do whoever i wanted, ill tell you what i learned. It was empty and unrefined.. So baseless, tasteless and Predictable.

Can i say this? I think i shall.

It was fucking BASIC.

Hedonism just never set well, even when i tried to pursue it fully with nary a care in the universe.

I would feel the weight of my choices every time my logical brain would catch up to the rabid horndog in my nutsack, forcing me to reign him in. I felt remorse and Regret. It left a worse taste in my mouth than drunken vomit... and ironically was often an additional side effect. As bad as my debauchery might have been on a sliding scale, it was nothing compared to others bragging their female exploits like millionaires boasting financial accomplishments.

Even when i thought i didn't care, i still had standards to my treatment of womenfolk.... Many of the guys i played music with didn't.

I cringe when i think of some of the assholes i used to run with and hear the stories they'd tell behind closed doors. Full bongs and beers loosened lips about their uses and abuses of women they would claim to love out in public.

Its true we become who we value. I was placing value on the wrong people, frankly. Over time, even my mamas boy got caught up in all the impressive charisma of being a pretentious douchebag.

I did some really bad shit to good women. Not like, forcing them or anything. But pushing boundaries, or using them to get my dopamine hits from cheap ego boosts. I really fucked things up. I can't nor would i lie or try to make excuses. I feel those consequences now, as much as then. Existing in a perpetual state of cognitive dissonance is unhealthy.

My reason to change came from a "compliment."

I finally realized what a shitty person i was becoming when an ex girlfriend included a Maroon5 song on our "I Love You" Playlist. She said, it was cause of the chorus, and how good our sex was. It made me feel good at the time. Hell.... She used to compare me to their lead singer. At the time, it felt like quite the ego boost. The guy's physically hot. I'll admit it. But i realized later that was NOT at all what i wanted the basis for our relationship to be. Especially after i paid attention to the REST of the chart topping single's lyrics. I was disgusted, frankly. Her compliment went from an ego-boost to a disturbing insult real quick.

Thats why i feel like the stigma of being a "rockstar" needs to be deconstructed. Its all a bullshit game, based on dumb luck, blind chance, and the right handjobs in the right offices to get the prettiest, vapid, most toxic douchebags on planets in front of WOMEN. The results are the money women spend on the majority of products, as consumers. Women have the most buying power out of ANY demographic these days.

Ladies, do you realize what im saying? Your financial decisions and what you choose to spend money on is the majority of blood running through this massive capitalist machine? That's why so much effort has been taken to suppress and silence you into subservience ....

You have the power of money, the blood that makes the world turn.

Thats A LOT of fucking power you hold in your wallet... And its being sorely wasted...

We all know the music industry is not about talent. It involves honing a baseline of a skillset, getting good at it, and then perfecting it for a record label's sales expectations. That's it. Some learn how to fix cars and its like magic to those of us that can't. Some learn how to fabricate and its like magic to those of us that can't. Some people are great cooks, while others burn water. What we CAN'T Do is mystifying to us until we learn how its done.

Writing a pop song can be done in as little as 15 minutes, because of how easy it is to follow a simple formula, with four chords to start with. Most pop songs follow a non-complicated verse- chorus- verse- chorus- bridge- chorus formula. Start with a simple melody. Write some lyrics that catch the ear. Get super repetitive.

Wash rinse repeat for 15 tracks and then claim you labored blood sweat and tears to the public.

Pop music 101. Got it? It's nothing impressive.

But Hollywood built an empire out of it. Processed music thats as great for the intellect as plastic cheese is for the gut. Empires are full of corrupt disgusting people who need to be taken to task. One of those has gone through unscathed, so far. But im interested to watch him squirm.

Here we go. This one for you, ladies😏....

So Adam Levine is turning out to be just another white, patriarchal, pretty-boy- piece-of-shit who thinks its okay to cheat on his wife and kids with several younger downgrades..... and then issue a half assed statement that was not even a real apology but rather a pseudo-effective diminishing of his crimes ..... hmmm... who knew??

Total shocker, right? Housewife heartbreak is heard across the internet....

From my point of view, anyone shocked by that is an absolute Moron5.

That is a moron to the 5th power. For each level of subsequent denial involved in being a woman and knowingly supporting the sexist bigoted content in Adam Levine's music.

Lets go back a few years.

Maroon5's 2011 hit "Animals" was chart topping. The lyrics and music video were also incredibly controversial in the ways you do not want to be. The video featured explicit depictions of abhorrent sexual behavior and cannibalistic imagery, cleverly disguised as a peppy pop song. The lead singer's nonchalant dismissal of femine rights groups' concerns should have been more than enough to cast a huge red flag on the bands success. He showcased himself as a sexist pig, white washed with poser tattoos and a half-assed beard. But alas ... propel foward a decade and he sits on a panel of judges for American Idol, the controversy of his projected sexual deviance forgotten like a dead pet.

If you haven't seen the video yet, don't. It'll make you sick if you're a decently empathetic human. Read a review instead. They're all pretty explicit in the descriptions. Look up the lyrics to the song. Don't bother listening to it. You'll never get rid of that obnoxious parasite of an earworm.

Its a song about a man stalking a woman, and raping her. And its goddamn catchy.

Heres what bunches my boxer briefs up....

It seems like just because he cuts his diamond nipples on his chiseled abs, women will write off and even swoon and gush over stalker/rapist behavior in his songs and belt that shit out like they wrote it ...

See here's the thing...

If I wrote a song like that, i would be committed. Or at the very least, I'd have a LOT of questions to answer about my mental state. And i would probably lose a lot of people that have been fans of my music.

And i'd deserve it.

If I acted as the video depicts, and stalked someone at a club, or ended up outside their apartment taking photos, I would get thrown in fucking jail. That behavior is not acceptable in real life. As we all should know.

Thing is, a flashy prententious douche like Lavine can sing those kind of lyrics though. Because he is pretty enough to make women override their self respect and logic with washboard abs and their hormones.

Frankly ladies, you're being impressed with the wrong shit.

Showmanship and production are all you need to make a concert or an album impressive. I know... im part of the cultural subset with that skillset. I can sing pretty well, too. I can write catchy melodies and incessant earwigs. I can even play guitar or bass or drums... whatever you want me to do.....

Don't be impressed. Please for the love of God.

Its my skillset, remember? I can't fix an engine to save my goddamn life.

Dont lose me in false humility here. Im proud of what I've accomplished in my music career. No money to speak of, but I've proven I can write catchy, decent, radio quality rock songs.

Whats more?

I did it WITHOUT hiring a team of bigshot producers to help. Suck on that, Lavine. The last Maroon5 album cost how many tens of thousands of dollars to produce. It sounds just like every other pop album out there ...? Nothing unique .... or inherently deep or compelling.

Well in ten years, I've dropped 4 albums of original material.... and done the majority of instrument performance on each. Ive helped produce and mix.... even mastering.

Here's the thing.... Im not masturbating my own ego. What im doing is minimizing Maroon5's musical accomplishments and musical impact.

They've done nothing innovative to garner such a massive cult-like following.

Maroon5 rode the coattails of their model pretty boy frontman who honed his skillset into a carefully crafted persona of machiavellian derivation.

They've never been known for their high lofty musical quality. They do bubblegum pop that has as much substance and flavor as a stick of Fruit Stripe.

It might surprise you to know musicians and singers who massively outclass Adam Levine live in your town. You've probably passed by them on the street. Maybe you've been out with friends drinking and will hear them singing karaoke. Maybe you've seen them at church or work. And you'll ignore them cause you know them. Or cause you don't recognize their songs. And they don't have rock hard abs or pretty faces. Sometimes they're even a little midsection soggy

They're just normal people who possess extraordinary musical talent. But that's not gonna appeal to you much without an airbrushed pin up, right?

Ill give Adam credit. The guy is talented and can sing well.

You bet your ass, im still Not playing any of his albums... cause he's a sexist asshole. And that behavior is not okay. I don't care how hit he is.

See, you can give someone due credit for being a decent performer... and not endorse or support them if they use that platform to endorse predatory behaviors that serve the narcissistic glory hole of their ego.

Just cause hes on, doesn't mean you have to watch.

You know who else had raw Talent and sang dark disturbing shit about women?

R. Kelly.

Oh yeah. Shits about to get real.

How long did we overlook the fact that he was pissing on little girls as long as the brother was pissing out Top 40s hits, too?

Adam might not be directly giving golden showers, but his songs piss in the face of true feminism that strives for sexual equality both in the bedroom. And outside of it ...

Im not impressed with his talent or how he has chosen to use it.

Ever hear the term "sellout?"

Pretty sure the dictionary definition should feature a photo of Adam and a full bio.

He gets away with glorifying psycho-sexual predatory behavior and tops the Billboards because women enable him.

Women buy his albums ...... and

WOMEN .......

..... are the majority that stream his music ....

.....

Ladies, do You see where I'm going with this yet?

Yes, you do Penny. You're a shallow dopamine addict just like the rest of Western Culture. We all enjoy wasting money on worthless crap that feels good for 10 seconds. But this goes deeper than that. So let me illuminate the dark tunnel of hypocrisy in this cultural backdrop of ours with the mental freight train of the truth.

We live an age where you can de-cry the patriarchy for equal rights, post some #metoo hashtags for solidarity with abuse and rape victims, and wear a vagina on your head to protest a sexist president that likes to talk about grabbing women by the pussy .... And think that those will be effective movements....

.... But why... when Adam Levine sings about stalking and raping a woman, does your feminism melt into a puddle in the panties .... and override every logical circuit in every house wife in America, translating to proportional cashflow...?

Great job sticking to your convictions, ladies.

The vast majority of Maroon5 fans are women. And most of them are the same women pissed off at Harvey Weinstein for being a fat, disgusting, sick fuck that preyed on women for their livelihood ... that's some next level evil shit.

Women everywhere should be pissed; hell, ill be honest. I'm not even a woman... and I'm constantly infuriated with womens lack of autonomy in society, and the ways that they're treated.

My dick gives me no authority over your body ladies. I have no right to dominate you ever as a means to gain power over you.

And that's what we're REALLY talking about in the BIGGER conversation, right?

Feminism is all about "leveling the playing field," right?

So lets level this shit out.

Im begging these hypocrites to tell me why rape and psychosis are so much more palatable to the average female psyche when the rapist has rock hard abs?

Why is it okay for Adam to act the way he does, or write songs the way he does, expressing obvious darker tendencies... and women justify it with buying power and attention? Why have NO women hit his pretty ass with a #METOO, despite the fact that that he's obviously a powerful sexual influence in the Hollywood entertainment machine? He's got his share of demons in his crotch.... I guarantee it.

My heart breaks for Adam's kids. They're going to go through a shitton of heartbreak over their dads choices. And i don't think we should directly blame his wife for anything....

... well anything other than her own choices, that is. She's a victim. But she's not a blameless one. To call her "unwitting" or "innocent" is the exact hypocrisy im addressing with this blog.

She's the same wife that played the object of Adam's toxic obsession in the vile music video.

He told her he wanted her to lay down on a table while a group of men leered over her naked body and pretended to eat her guts. She agreed to a scene with her husband depicting the two of them having sex while being bathed in blood. She agreed to be stalked and objectified on camera for her husbands dark lustful fantasies.

Ever heard of projecting? If this is what Adam Levine projects ..

To the PUBLIC...

what's really going on behind closed doors?

His wife is just as guilty of ENDORSING his degradation, instead of CONDEMNING it. She enabled a dark fantasy that would have Hannibal Lecter stroking furiously with the lotion on his skin with psycho-sexual cannibalistic undertones.... time to get the hose again.

She made a bed of scissors. She knew what she was getting into when she married him. She ignored plenty of red flags. She gets to lay in that bed. I feel no pity for her choices. Only a sad indifference.

But, hey....

....this is just another day at the bulge of Hollywoods crotch, with women on their knees in front of it to hand over their money and self respect for a catchy melody. They all should be getting up and walking away and demanding higher quality from pop music, by investing attention and plays in higher quality songwriters that respect and defend a woman's bodily autonomy, not exploit it.

But damn ... those songs are so goddamn catchy aren't they? So we'll just sweep this... and that...under the rug... and we'll just keep our low standards for lyrics and entertainment right where they are.

As long as it's Adam Levine's chiseled body and smooth falsetto that rape your feminist principles, you'll happily degrade your morals to jack off his ego for that coveted money shot.

Not to be to flippant considering the seriousness of the subject, but with all due respect, the willing can't be raped.

To put it simply, Adam Levine and the attention he receives for his bigotry is the walking definition of toxic masculinity, affluence, and violence against women. And you're buying it Because he's pretty. And you're being shallow.

Thats right, i said it. Shots fired.

Lets put this in another light.

If Brock Turner had just written a song, instead of raping a girl, he would have had a platinum album, I'm sure. As long as it had a catchy melody to it. But he was a fucking athlete.

Different skillset to mystify the judges. Go figure.

We all know the rest of the story. This Texas college student, whose daddy played golf with the mayor, decided to LIVE OUT THE SONG, "ANIMALS"....

For kicks on a friday fucking night, Brock found a hot girl at a party to obsess over. Then he Drugged her. Dragged her behind a garbage can, beat her... and raped her ...and left her there.

Think about that the next time you catch yourself singing along with Adam Levine's happy peppy melody.

The world was shocked and dismayed when the judge RULED IN BROCK'S FAVOR....

But wait .....

Doesn't Adam endorse and encourage behavior like Brock Turner's from the stage every time Maroon5 does the song "Animals?" Hmmm....

And ladies, you find that this level of degredation... is acceptable.... because it is.... ART?

My head is starting to ache.

Apparently, great abs, a pretty face and a silky smooth voice makes it okay to be a psycho.

Adam can cheat on his wife; or Objectify a womans sexuality; or blatantly disrespect feminist ideals in his lyrics... and its okay. Cause IT'S ART. He can write billboard top 20 songs about stalking and play those songs for thousands of women in stadiums all over the country that proudly sing along to his catchy pop-fueled rape narrative. He lines his deep, patriarchal, white-male-priveleged pockets with a flash-flood of feminist currency every show.

And he's mocking women with his million dollar smile, cause he knows he can get away with the joke.

Brock Turner. Good looking guy with washboard abs and a fuckton of parental funding. The judge thought his future was worth more than the womans body he violated. So he let the kid off. Brock smiled. Cause he knew he could get away with the joke ...

Coincidence? I think not. Something smells sketchy. Seems like theres a bigger picture being painted, where if you're still relatively young, white, and good looking (regardless if you're a narcissistic piece of shit....), its your "get out of jail free" card.

But Hollywoods gotta hang SOMEONE out to dry.

Whos it gonna be? Old guys. Fat guys. Or black guys.

Louis C.K. gets in trouble for masturbating in front of a woman. He didn't even touch her!!! Okay?? He touched HIMSELF....Now, im not saying he should have. He shouldn't have. But he was disgraced for it. And became an outcast ... in COMEDY ....

Think on that.

...in light of Levine's endless lyrical expressions of uncontrolled lust and sexual domination, and his rabid feminine fanbase, i think this is just a little hilarious and ironic ... but sadly fucking predictable.

Why?

Hes an older white guy. And he's fat. Nobody wants to think about Louis C.K. masturbating. You can't blame the woman for getting offended. But completely disgraced ...? Seems excessive, considering the Comedy gold potential there, but okay. We'll move on.

Did Harvey Weinstein get lucky?

We could say He was TRYING... he was using a tactic to get laid, because he KNEW nobody would sleep with him otherwise. Hollywood knew about it. Covered it up for decades. I think they secretly felt bad for him.

Til he got fat. Like really fat. Like... "oh hell no!" When you see him coming towards the elevator.

Off with his head.

What about R.Kelly? Did he get away with his prosti-Tot empire? Well yeah..

He did...

For years... even when he coerced an under-age Aaliyah into marriage so he could control her.

Until he outlived his usefulness as the Pied Piper of R&B (Goddamn, as if that NICKNAME was not a DEAD GIVEAWAY to his depths of depravity ..), in the end, was he gonna KEEP getting away with it?

Hell no ... He was too black. Black guys don't get away with shit for very long in White Hollywood.

What about Cosby? He was fat AND black. AND old. A triple-threat irrelevant antique....

He was able to run around with his Spanish Fly puddin pop out all over Hollywood for decades...

Til he was no longer relevant. At which point, he became a sacrifice for the #metoo movement.

Off with his nut.

We could spend another blog unpacking the racial implications there but ill save that for another day. Suffice to say, i agree with the way Dave Chappelle put it... to rephrase "WHATEVER the most popular black man in Hollywood has gotten caught doing. 12 average white guys are DOING worse."

Now, what about those "not-so-average" white guys at the top of the food chain?

They all had signs in their dead eyes, staring blankly at the world like a predator. They left an adoring public and hundreds of thousands of fans in denial about the dark shit behind their eyes, as they would stare at the world through emotionless hues.

Finally NOW, THEY SUFFER for their lack of vision.

How long before the Moron5 supporting Levine realize he's the same brand of predator and make him suffer? Im eager to watch the fall.

Goddamn cancel culture is infuriatingly inconsistent. The hot ones almost always get away With it. They prey on a shallow surface level culture as empty vapids suckle its wiles like piglets on teats.

Adam is an infectious pervasive masochistic sickness of toxic masculinity wrapped up in shallow trappings of glitz and glamour. His brand of sickness deserves a short stop and sudden drop from our cancel culture, dont ya think?

#maroon5

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#psychotics

#sickbastards

#realfeministsdontfallforslickabs

#metoo

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sanguinescorpios · 3 years

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now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.

clandestine meetings

stepbro!dream x f!reader

summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.

warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation

word count: 1.5k

A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)

it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.

it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.

once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.

“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”

your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.

the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off.

clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing.

by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.

“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.

“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.

you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.

“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”

soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.

another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.

“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.

“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”

you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.

“why? are you jealous?”

clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it.

“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”

he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.

“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”

clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.

“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”

“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”

he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.

“who do you belong to?”

“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”

things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.

#tw: stepcest #dreamwastaken smut #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt writing #dream smut

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #1-10

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Deku, Ler Kaminari

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?”

Kaminari blanched, shocked and hurt by Deku’s harsh tone. He took a step back, frowning at the boy who sat at his desk, eyes angry and fists clenched.

However, a moment later it seemed to register with Deku what he’d done, and he instantly went from looking livid to looking guilty. “I’m…I’m sorry, Kaminari. I just…” He sighed heavily. “I want to get this done, and everyone keeps telling me to take a break, but I can’t, I’m so close—”

Kaminari paused, looking at him with concern. “They’re…they’re right, you know. You need to take a break; you’ve been up here for hours. You’ve had half the class tell you to come eat dinner or watch TV or something.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. If not willingly, then because I’ll make you.”

Deku looked at him, seeing the wiggling fingers seconds before they made contact with his upper ribs, trying to wiggle their way into his underarms, which Kaminari knew was a bad spot. Surprised, panicked giggles spilled from Deku immediately, without his consent. “Nohohohoho! Kaminariehehehehehehe! I h-hahahahahave to fihihihinish--!”

“You’ll finish it after you take a break.” Kaminari finally managed to get into one underarm, nearly toppling Deku out of his chair in a fit of hysterical giggles. “Don’t make me use my tickle-shocks on you. I’ll do it, Midoriya.”

“Nohohohohohohohohoho!” Deku pleaded, squealing when Kami gave up on his other underarm and instead went for his hip. “NAHAHAHA!! OKAY OKAHAHAHAHAY I’LL TAHAHAHAKE A BREAK!!”

Kaminari grinned, satisfied, and tugged Deku out of his chair. “Come on. Dinner and video games. That’s what’s on the agenda for you for the next hour, my friend.”

2) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Wanna show me your face, bashful?”

Deku shook his head, still covering his blushing face. Shinsou smiled down at him, lazily trailing his fingers up and down his boyfriend’s sides, making him squirm and giggle quietly.

“That’s too bad. I guess you really don’t want me to tickle you, then.” Shinsou grinned.

“Shinsou,” Deku whined, “that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“I can’t look at you while you’re t…tic…” Deku stammered, trying and failing to say one of his favorite words. Shinsou noticed his ears became as red as his face. “You know.”

“Do I?” The violet-haired boy chuckled lowly, gradually trailing his fingers up into Deku’s underarms. “Come on, Izuku. I want to see your cute face.”

“I c-cahahahahan’t,” Deku whimpered, giggling louder now, at war with himself between bringing his arms down protectively or keeping his face covered up. “You’re so mehehehehean…”

“Aww, but I want to see that big smile of yours.” Shinsou gently grasped his wrists. “Let me see you, Izuku.”

“Nohohohoho…” Deku kept giggling even though Shinsou wasn’t tickling him anymore, his hands gradually pulled away from his face. He twisted his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. Shinsou took the opportunity to begin nibbling on his exposed neck. Deku jerked beneath him, trying to cover up again, but this time Shinsou held his wrists firmly and wouldn’t let go. “Nohohohohoho! S-Shinsou, no fahahahahahahair!”

“You are literally the cutest thing on this planet,” Shinsou murmured between nibbles. “Sorry, Izuku – I’m not letting you hide this time~”

3) Lee Todoroki, Ler Kirishima

“Put me down,” Todoroki said.

Kiri grunted. “Nah, man, I got you. Go ahead.”

“You’re going to drop me.”

“I’m unbreakable.”

“I’m not.” Todoroki gripped Kirishima’s shoulders with his legs. He was perched precariously on them, trying to change a lightbulb in the living room. Rather than get a chair from the kitchen, Kiri had suggested using him as a boost, which Todoroki was now seriously regretting. “Kirishima, just put me down and let’s get a chair. It’ll be safer than whatever this is.”

“I got you, Todo,” Kiri replied, holding him firmer for emphasis. “Go ahead and change it.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes. He wasn’t playing this game today. Rather than do as Kiri said, he reached down to scribble into his open underarms, making the redhead yelp and tumble backwards, losing his footing and falling toward the couch.

Todoroki quickly made an ice slide for himself, knowing he’d fall over the back of the couch if he didn’t. Once they were separated – Kiri on the sofa, Todoroki on the floor – the icy-hot hero sighed. “Look what you made me do. I’m going to have to explain to Mr. Aizawa why the living room got drenched in cold water now.”

The next thing he knew, Kiri had leapt over the side of the couch and used his own slide to meet him on the floor, quickly straddling him and digging his thumbs into his hips. “If you’d have just changed the light bulb this wouldn’t have happened, Todo.”

“If yohohohohohou’d just puhut me dohohohown--!”

“I told you I had you, man.” Kiri smirked. “This is what you get for doubting me.”

4) Lee Aizawa, Ler Present Mic

“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Present Mic turned on the classroom lights, grinning at his friend who lay bundled up like a caterpillar in the corner of the room. “Lunch is almost over!”

“Go away,” Aizawa muttered.

“Your kiddos are going to be back any second!”

“I know.”

“You have to get up!”

“Let me sleep, curse you.”

Mic grinned even wider, striding over to Aizawa and yanking down the zipper on his sleeping bag. “Up, up, up!”

“Ungh.” Aizawa allowed himself to be pulled out of his warm cocoon, but made no effort to stand or do anything more than go limp. “You’re so annoying.”

After successfully managing to get his friend out of his hiding place, Mic crouched down behind him an drilled his fingers into his underarms.

“Nahaha-! Whahat the-?! Mihihihic!” Aizawa screeched, trying to roll over, but Mic pinned his arms to the floor with his knees and kept tickling. “Stohohohohp!”

“Get up, get up! The second half of the day is about to begin!”

“Dohohohohohon’t you hahahave somewhere to be?!”

“I do!” Mic laughed. “Right here, tickling you awake. Look alive – the students are coming!”

“Gehehehehet off, you annoying loudmouth!” Aizawa finally managed to wiggle his way free, scrambling to his feet while Mic got to his nonchalantly, the first of his students from Class 1-A walking through the door not a second later. Aizawa glared at Mic. “I have work to do.”

“You bet you do,” Mic replied, smirking. He turned and waved over his shoulder.

5) Lee Todoroki, Ler Iida

“I know you can do it!” Iida encouraged, unable to help but smile at his friend’s predicament. “I’ve almost got it; hang in there!”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” Todoroki screamed, laughing hysterically as the marker dragged up and down his foot, drawing patterns on it he couldn’t see. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE IIDA!!”

The class rep was currently drawing a map to all the pressure points in the foot, both as practice for himself and a reference for his friend to use later. He’d been surprised when Todoroki offered to let him draw on him, and even more surprised to learn how incredibly ticklish his icy-hot friend was. He smiled at the hysterics he was inadvertently producing, holding onto Todoroki’s toes to keep his foot as still as possible.

All of it was driving Todoroki up the wall. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!! IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES, IIDA!!”

“I’ve only got a couple left,” Iida replied over the loud laughter, grinning. “You can do it.” He resisted the urge to scribble wildly just because he could. He did have a job to do. “Just one more!”

Todoroki tossed his head back and laughed louder and wilder than Iida had ever heard before when he dragged the marker’s tip along the space just below the ball of his foot. If he weren’t in the room to know what was happening, he’d think his friend was being brutally attacked.

Finally, he pulled the pen away, released his friend, and sat back. “There! All done!”

Todoroki collapsed with relief, gasping for breath, still giggling. “T-That was awful.”

Iida grinned. “Ready to do the other foot?”

“No!!”

6) Lee Deku, Ler All Might

“I thought heroes were supposed to be strong,” All Might teased, smiling at Deku. He pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of the boy’s sides, earning the brightest, bubbliest giggles in return.

“I ahahaham strong!” Deku insisted, squirming but not trying to stop him. “I can tahahahahake it!”

“Oh, can you, now?” All Might hummed. Suddenly his soft pressing became rougher digging, and Deku knew immediately he’d regret saying that he could handle it. “We’ll see how long you can last against the number-one hero.”

“F-Fohohohohohohormerly!” Deku reminded him, always one for accuracy. However, as soon as the words were out, he wished he could take them back. “Nohohohohoho, wahahahahait, I mehehean-!”

“You wound me, young Midoriya.”

“I’m sohohohohohohorry, I dihihihihidn’t-!”

“Take this!” All Might suddenly tackled him to the floor, pinning him in place as he scribbled his fingers up and down the boy’s torso, and Deku tossed his head back and screeched with panicked, excited laughter.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ALL MIHIHIHIHIHIHGHT!!”

“Have you forgotten, Midoriya?” The former pro hero laughed. “I am still here!”

7) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakugou

“Be careful where you put that thing!” Denki cried, jumping out of the way.

Bakugou gave him a sideways look. “It’s a hand buzzer. It can’t hurt that bad.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” The electric blonde huffed out a breath. “It tickles. Watch where you’re aiming it.”

There was a long, long pause.

Bakugou glanced at the item in his hand, then up at Denki, and he grinned evilly. “It tickles, huh?”

Denki turned on his heel and bolted, but not fast enough. Bakugou had him tackled to the ground and pinned to the floor within moments, the hand buzzer pressed into his side.

“NahahaHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHO!!” Denki cried, laughter bursting from him before he could think about it. “Dohohohohon’t! That reheheheally t-tihihiHIHIHIHCKLES!! BAKUGOU!!”

Bakugou laughed, pressing the buzzer everywhere he could. Sides, ribs, shoulder blades, lower back. All of it made Denki squirm and cackle beneath him, begging him to stop. “You’ve got to be kidding me! If this tickles you so bad, what are tasers like?”

“WOHOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!” Denki screamed, pounding the ground with his fist. “PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“You know they’re worse?!” Bakugou laughed again, but he relented and let him go. “Have you been tasered before?”

Denki groaned. “Shut up.”

8) Switches Todoroki and Deku

“I just wanted a hug!” Todoroki cried, trying desperately to get away from Deku’s strong grip around his back. “Midoriya!”

“You’re getting one,” Deku replied, grinning, digging his fingertips into Todoroki’s ribs. “A tickly one.”

“You sneheheaky little-!”

“Aww, was that a giggle?”

“Of cohohohourse it was!”

“You’re so ticklish it’s adorable, Todoroki.”

The icy-hot hero blushed, squirming, trying to get away. “Stohohohop!” He grabbed onto Deku’s hip and squeezed. “Lehehet me go!”

“AIEE!!” Deku shrieked, pulling away so hard he actually took Todoroki with him, tumbling backwards and landing with a crash on the floor. Unfortunately, that left the half-and-half boy on top of him, and he was still squeezing Deku’s hip. “NAHAHAHAHAHA!! TODOROKIEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Whaaaaat?” Todoroki teased, getting settled, completely unbothered by the hands pushing at his head, his shoulders, anything they could reach. “I just want to give you a tickly hug, Midoriya~”

9) Lee Todoroki, Ler Momo

“For being such a tickle monster, you’re awfully ticklish,” Momo observed, smiling.

Todoroki lay on the ground, curled onto his side as she dug into his ribs and underarm, and he was giggling hard into the carpet. “I knohohohohohohohow!”

“Is that what you were trying to do? To get me to fight back and tickle you?” she teased, rolling him onto his back and squeezing a thigh, making him jerk and let out a loud bark of laughter. “Ooh, good spot?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Todoroki cried. He couldn’t believe how fast the tables had turned on him. One minute he’d had Momo pinned beneath him, and now here he was beneath her, laughing helplessly as her nimble fingers danced all over his torso and now his thighs. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“You’re just so cute like this, Todoroki. How can I stop now?” With that, she straddled his knees and grasped both thighs, kneading deeply and sending him into fits of hysterical cackling he had no control over whatsoever. “Aw, tickle, tickle~”

“MOMO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He pleaded, pounding the ground. “YOU WIHIHIHIN!! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP!!”

“Sorry,” she replied, not sounding sorry at all. “You’ll have to beg a little more than that~”

10) Lee Shigaraki, Ler Dabi

“Why are you always so grumpy?”

Shigaraki held perfectly still, staring Dabi in the eye, unwilling to give in. The fire-wielding villain had his hand wrapped around him as though going in for a side-hug, but the press of fingers into his ribs told Shigaraki that he was being anything but friendly.

“Why are you always so optimistic?” Shigaraki spat back. “It makes me sick.”

“Sorry, boss. Can’t help it, I suppose. Much like you probably can’t help being grumpy all the time.” Dabi let a slow, confident smirk creep across his face. “But I can fix that for you.”

“I don’t need fixing.”

“Oh, you need way more fixing than any of us will ever be able to help you with,” Dabi replied, digging his fingers in a little more. “But for now, I think this will do.”

Shigaraki tensed. The way they were positioned, he couldn’t easily get out of Dabi’s grip, and if he touched him with all of his fingers without thinking, he’d turn the fiery villain – quite ironically – to ash. “Don’t – don’t touch me, Dabi.” The league’s boss grunted and squirmed, but Dabi kept up. “This isn’t funny. Let me go.”

“Wow, listen to that! The boss is begging me to let him go.”

“I’m not begging,” Shigaraki snapped. “I’m demanding.” There was a pause, and then a sudden screech as a loud bout of laughter escaped him. He collapsed onto Dabi’s chest with unstoppable giggles that he hated himself for letting free. “Nohohohohoho! Stohohohohohop it!”

Dabi chuckled. “So the boss is ticklish, eh?” He wrapped both arms around him and pulled him in close, drilling his fingers into his ribs and sides and belly in rapid succession, and Shigaraki was helpless to the laughter that poured out of him in response. “That’s good to know.”

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #808: Enter Team Dark (Sonic X SSBU)

10:34 p.m. at Game Guy's Casino.......

'Loud Sirens'

'CRASH'

Shadow, Rouge, and Omega starts running away from an angry Game Guy and his group of security guards and hounds.

Game Guy: DON'T LET THOSE CHEATERS GET AWAY!!!

Guard Hounds: (Barks Angrily at the Running Trio)

Shadow: Rouge, this is the last time we're ever letting you take charge in gambling. Or even going to anymore casinos for that matter....

Omega: I agree to that motion.

Rouge: ('Sigh') Okay, look, before you boys starting pointing fingers, just know that none of this would've happened if that stupid Game Guy didn't try and cheat first.

Shadow: Does the saying "Two Wrongs, Doesn't Make a Right" never occur to you throughout your life? You didn't have to stoop to his level to begin with.

Rouge: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Well, excuse me for having a weaker moral compass than yours, DAD! But you know just as well as I do that I don't let that kind of thing slide.

Shadow: (Starts Rolling his Eyes Himself) Yet you have no problem trying to steal the Master Emerald.....

Rouge: (Glares at Shadow) Hey! I don't do that anymore. That's all behind me now.

Shadow: Is this all because you're dating Knuckles?

Rouge: You're goddamn right. And as much as love to tell you how much that handsome knucklehead of an echidna means to me, I think now will be a perfect time for you to warp us out of here.

Shadow: Can't. I left the Emerald back at home.

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You WHAT!? WHY!?

Shadow: Because I thought since we were going to a relaxing, trouble and stress free vacation, I wouldn't have any use for it. Guess you proved me wrong.

Rouge: ('Ugggh') What are we going to do now? We can't out run them forever!

Omega: Fear not, companions! I have just now thought of a perfect plan for our escape!

Shadow: (Turns Back to Omega Along with Rouge) You have?

Rouge: What's the plan, sweetie?

Omega: (Pulls Something Put From his Fanny Pack) We can use these Dimensional Rings to sent us away from our current location.

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Wait. You have them this entire time? How!?

Omega: Futuba Sakura had given them to me before our departure from the airport. She informed me to use them to visit her and the rest of the Smash Family in Isle Defino.

Shadow: Since when did you two started interacting with one another?

Omega: We have interacted on multiple occasions. She even invited ROB and I to Dungeons & Dragons on most nights. (Smiles Brightly) We are known as highly skilled alchemists of our party.

Shadow: (Smiles Softly at the E-Series Robot) That sounds great, Omega.

Rouge: (Already Started Gushing Over Everything Omega Said) Awwwww~ My baby's making new friends!~

'ARF ARF ARF'

Shadow: Okay. (Takes One of the Dimensional Rings From Omega's Claw Hand) I think it's time for us to leave now.

Shadow turns himself back around to throw the ring in front of them, causing it to enlarge itself while creating a portal.

Shadow: You two are ready?

Rouge: Yep.

Omega: Affirmative!

Shadow: Great. Let's go.

With a simple boost in speed, Team Dark has successfully when into the ring, leading them to their requested destination. It wasn't long until the ring itself managed to disappeared right in front of Game Guy's Eyes in time.

1:45 p.m. at Isle Defino......

It was a normal day in the tropical, resort like island....That is until a Giant, Rotating Ring sudden appears in the middle of it before slowing down stopping while showing Team Dark jumping out of it.

'THUD'

Rouge: (Starts Getting Herself Up From the Ground While Stretching her Back a Little) That.....was a close one.

Shadow: (Sighs While Getting Himself Up While Picking the Ring Up From the Ground) Yeah. Too close for our comfort.... (Turns to Omega) Are we at the right place, Omega?

Omega: (Uses his Eyes to Briefly Scan Around the Place) According to my sensors.....(Turns Back to Shadow and Rouge with a Thumbs Up) We are, indeed, in the correct destination.

Rouge: (Starts Looking Around the Place) So this is Isle Defino, huh? (Smirks a Little) Looks lovely.

Shadow: I can agree to that. Oddly enough, this is the place where father has gotten arrested at in the past.

Rouge: (Turns to Shadow with a Bit of a Surprised Look on her Face) Seriously? What did he do?

Shadow: Nothing. According to mother, he was falsely accused of a crime he didn't commit.

Rouge: ('Sigh') Ah jeez..... Well, here's hoping bygones be bygones for then I suppose.

Shadow: Agreed. But in the meantime, I'm gonna find ourselves a hotel room to stay in. (Walks Away) You two are welcome to come along if you like.

Omega: I will accompany you. (Follows Behind Shadow)

Rouge: You two go on ahead! (Walks Away in the Opposite Direction) I'm gonna a take a tour around the place.

Shadow: 'Kay.

Few Minutes Later at the Beach Side of Isle Defino.......

Rouge: (Sighs Relaxingly While Sitting on the Laid Back Bench Tail While Wearing a Bathing Suit) This is true paradise~

????: Enjoying the tour?

Rouge: (Looks up and See Shadow and Omega Looking Down at Her) Oh very. If I'd known this place would be this nice, I would've convince you to come here sooner. Did you boys find us a room?

Shadow: The hotel manager told us that the entire rooms are full. So we decided to rent one of the cottage houses nearby.

Rouge: Neat. So you two have any plans here in the meantime? I'm already planning on relaxing here~

Omega: I plan on exploring and learning about this island as much as possible!

Shadow: (Place his Hand on his Chin) I haven't really about it until now.... But I guess I could start by finding where everyone else is at first-

?????: (From the Distance) HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS! Shadow, Rouge, and Omega are here!!

The trio turns and see a few familiar faces (Sonic, Amy, Tails, The Phantom Thieves, and etc.) making their way to them while sone cheering Shadow's name.

Rouge: There's everyone.

Shadow: I can see thATT! (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Group Hug)

Futuba: (Happily Rushes Over to Omega and Hugs Him) Omega-Kun!~ You came.

Omega: (Smiles Brightly While Gently Patting the Top of Futuba's Head) Yes. That I have, Futuba Sakura.

Futuba: (Giggles Softly) Dude, come on. You don't have to keep calling me by my full name. Futuba is fine enough as it is.

R.O.B.: (Happily Claps his Mechanic Hands Together While Making his Way to the Duo)

Omega: (Smiles Brightly at his Robotic Friend) R.O.B!!

Sonic: (Place his Arm Around Shadow With a Playful Smirk on his Face) It's been a while, faker.

Shadow: Sonic. (Starts Rolling his Eyes a Little) I see that your as hyperactive as usual.

Sonic: And you're just as moody as you've always been.

Tails: What made you guys come here in the first place?

Shadow: Well, due to a.....(Glares at Rouge) "certain" incident that happened back at the Casino.....

Rouge: (Sticks her Tongue Out at the Black Hedgehog)

Shadow: We decided to come here for the rest of our vacati-

Before he could finish his sentence, Shadow suddenly felt something hugging the lower half of his body. He looks down and see that it was none other than his adopted little sister, Hat Kid.

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey there, you. It's been a while. (Gently Ruffles the Top of Hat Kid's Head) Did you miss me?

Sonic: Like crazy. The poor kiddo has been like that since we first got here.

Shadow: Really now? (Turns Back to Hat Kid) Is that true?

Hat Kid: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm.

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly Once More Before Kneeling Down to Hat Kid's Level) Well, you have nothing to worry about now that I'm here. And I can assure you that I won't be going anywhere else soon. So let's continue to enjoy the rest of the vacation together now, okay?

Hat Kid: (Nodded in Agreement Before Hugging Shadow Lovingly Again) I love you, Shadow.

Shadow: (Finally Hugs Hat Kid Back) I love you too, little siste-

?????: MY BABY!!!!~

And with that, Shadow suddenly gets hug tackled by Mario and Peach. And all was good in the world.

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downondilaudid · 4 years

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Eighteen

Spencer and reader are childhood friends, the reader coaxes Spencer into attending her high school reunion, but not for the reason he was expecting.

HUGE THANKS to @hkinmydna we wrote this together, and I couldn’t have done it without her, I love her so much <3

Requested: @jellijinnie

Prompts: “I can’t wait to grow old with you.” & “I have loved you since we were eighteen.”

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff

“Guys are accessories, until one proves he's a necessity” - Source unknown

Dear Spencer,

I received your last letter, I’m so glad to hear Diana is doing well! Business at the bakery has been pretty slow. But, it’s almost wedding season, so business will pick up soon! I mean, nothing ever truly slows down in Vegas. Speaking of Vegas, my high school reunion is coming up, and I’m absolutely dreading it.

High school was an absolute nightmare, I’m sure the same goes for you. Lydia, a friend of mine from high school, is begging me to go. I’m just not sure, everyone’s going to be married, with kids, and I own a fucking bakery, Spencer. On top of that, my love life is dead, I won't even have a date. I’m not sure who I would ask, I can’t even pay a man to date me.

Enough about my boring problems, how’s life at the BAU? I hope it’s not too stressful, I know how hard it can be on you.

Yours Sincerely,

Y/N.

•••

Dear Y/N,

I’m sure your job has its own thrills. You’re right about the bakery business booming soon; June is the most popular month for weddings, with 10.8% occurring during that time. Studies also show that brides typically focus the most attention on planning their attire, closely followed by their caterer. Not to mention, Las Vegas happens to have the most weddings per year, at over 114,000, so I assume your bakery will be in high demand in the next month.

I happen to remember Lydia, actually. She had bright red highlights in her hair when she graduated high school. It really stuck out to me when you let me look through your yearbook. I think you should go. You’re obviously pining for a date, though, so it seems that maybe I should pay our old high school a visit. Since I’d love to accompany you anyway, I might as well get some closure.

The BAU is the same as always, but I could use a break. Send me the details of the reunion, maybe?

Sincerely,

Spencer.

•••

You checked the gate number multiple times, A24, A24, A24. Your head tilted up, eyes searching for the big blue sign. Shit, A22, definitely the wrong gate.

“Ugh, goddammit” you cursed, your hand wrapping around the gear shift, throwing your car into drive, a little more aggressively than needed. You placed your hands on the wheel, ten and two, anxiety rolling off you in waves. You shouldn't have been this nervous, you had known Spencer all your life.

It started when you were nine. Your mom had finally decided to let you roller skate to the park a few blocks away, much to your father’s disapproval, and it stirred up crazy anticipation in you. This was going to be your first big adventure as a big girl. As soon as you left the driveway, you felt adrenaline pump through your veins. You had skated to the park a million times, but this time had been different. When you arrived, the park was mostly deserted, aside from a frail, pale boy sitting at a chess table.

You pulled off your skates, bounding across the grass excitedly. As a child you’d always been friendly, maybe a little too friendly.

“Hey!” You greeted, plopping into the chair opposite of the boy.

The boy didn’t respond, too deep in thought, his tongue darting out to lick his pink lips.

“Whatcha’ doing?” You questioned, propping your elbows on the table, letting your head rest in your hands.

“Chess” the boy replied simply, he seemed too interested in the game to even make eye contact.

“You know it’s rude not to make eye contact. That’s what my mom always tells me.”

The boy looked up, his big, black glasses sliding ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. “97% of school-aged children learn their manners from home. It’s the number one factor of civility. Did you know that?”

“Civil-what?” You were pretty sure this kid didn’t speak English.

“Civility is basically etiquette,” he elaborated slowly, giving you the most basic definition he could think of. “It means you learn your manners from your parents. Later on in life it’ll help you develop your own moral compass.”

You just blinked, this kid was definitely not from earth, and was definitely not speaking English. But you sat there anyway, letting him speak his mind and listening intently, although you didn’t understand all of it. He also began teaching you chess that day, since he saw you as an opportunity to play with an actual partner instead of studying the board alone.

From then on you and Spencer were attached by the hip, you were enamored with his vast knowledge of the world, and he enjoyed teaching you.

You jumped when a knock resounded through the car, “Holy-Jesus, fuck.” Your hand flew to your chest in shock, your head whipping to the right to see who so rudely brought you out of your pensive state.

Spencer stood at the window, a smile on his face, you could tell he was laughing. His intention definitely wasn’t to scare you, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. The shock wore off, and with the shake of your head you were laughing too. You unlocked the car, your previous anxiety fading away.

“You should’ve seen your face!” Spencer giggled.

“Yeah, yeah, get in, Rooks.” You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face.

“Actually, did you know, every chess piece was meant to have symbolism, and the rook was the walls of the castle or the chariot. Calling it a castle is outdated, though.” He smirked a bit. “So what does it mean when you call me Rooks?”

Your smile dropped slightly, attempting to think of a snide response. “I-I guess I just thought it sounded cool,” you came up with on the spot. “How was your flight?” You diverted.

“I have to admit, it’s a little different than a government-issued private jet,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh, you and your fancy private jets. You’re too lucky, traveling around the world every week and all. I guess it’s not all that glamorous, though.” You grimaced, thinking about all the bodies he sees on a regular basis. He replied with only a smile and a nod.

The rest of the drive was filled with chatter and inside jokes, and of course Spencer ranting about every topic.

…

Spencer stumbled through your front door, his weariness becoming more and more obvious. “Please let me help you with your bags,” you begged him, but he denied that he needed help for the third time.

“I’ve got it, Skates. Trust me.” He looked you straight in the eye, and you had to back down.

“Fine, suit yourself” you mumbled, opening the door to reveal a flight of stairs. You smiled slightly at his use of your little childhood nickname.

The trip up the stairs was… memorable, Spencer still refusing your help. He was so chivalrous sometimes.

“So, there’s only one bed, but I can take the couch.” you mumbled, picking up a stray jacket you missed during your cleaning frenzy.

“Y/N, I’ll take the couch, I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch in your own home.” He had always been so insistent, even since you were children. It’s not that he had to get his way, but he had strong feelings that he couldn’t ever seem to shove aside. As much as you wanted to argue and be a good host, there was no arguing with Spencer Walter Reid. You nodded and went back downstairs, beginning to tidy up the pull-out couch for him.

“So, what exactly is your plan for the reunion?” He asked while you fluffed up a pillow.

“Well I was hoping you could help me with that, Rooks. Put that big beautiful brain of yours to use.” You replied, a playful smile on your face. He grinned shyly, not sure how to reply at first.

“Did you know, on average, only around 20% to 30% of graduating students will attend their high school reunions.” Spencer stated. You paused, recognizing he was nervous. He may have been the profiler between the two of you, but you understood his behavior almost like the back of your hand.

“I guess I’m part of that 20% then.” you said absentmindedly. “I’m still so hesitant about going, Spence. Everyone’s going to be married, and successful, and all they’re going to do is rub it in my face!”

“Well, there’s no rule about these things that you have to be honest necessarily,” he said, implication looming behind it.

“What are you saying?” you had an idea of what he was hinting at, but, you would never blatantly ask him.

“I mean, we’ve been best friends for all our lives, would it be so wrong for us to act like a couple? People would totally believe it, and then you wouldn’t feel so alienated.”

Bingo. “Spencer, I couldn’t possibly put you in that situation. You’ve already flown all the way out here to accompany me to a fucking high school reunion!” A pang of guilt ran through your bones, you had him right where you wanted him, but, he didn’t have to know that.

“I’m already out here, why not have some fun with it? Come on, I want to see how people react.” He really had a knack for being convincing, but you didn’t need him to tell you twice. You were really excited to carry out this plan.

“Well, I guess we could mess with people,” you said with a sly smile. “How does fiancé sound to you?”

Your nerves were back, you don’t think you’d ever been this dressed up in front of Spencer in your entire life. You were definitely slightly overdressed, but no one said you couldn’t look nice. Besides, it gave you a boost of confidence, which you would totally use to the best of your abilities.

You looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting a few stray hairs, and confirming your lipstick wasn’t smudged. You twisted the ring on your left ring finger, it felt foreign, but it looked beautiful. It was your grandmother's old ring, it had a gold, double band, with a single large diamond perched right on top. It was Spencer’s idea to pass it off as an engagement ring. You finally felt your plan starting to fall into place.

He met you in the corridor, looking well-dressed and as smug as ever. It had been forever since the two of you got to spend some quality together, much less have your own little adventure.

You grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder, urging Spencer to follow you out your front door and to the car. He quickly beat you to the driver’s side door, opening it for you. “God, you can’t resist being a gentleman for even a minute, can you?”

He smiled softly, like he always did, and hopped into the passenger seat eagerly.

…

As excited as you were to play domestic life with Spencer, watching your past friends and acquaintances walk into the event center with husbands and wives on their arms definitely stirred up some nerves.

“Spencer, I don’t know if I can do this.” You admitted.

“Absolutely not, Skates. You didn’t drag me all the way out here just to bail at the last second.” With that, Spencer opened his door, stepping out of the car. He once again beat you to the door, opening it before you could barely get your hand on the handle.

“Fuck you,” you said, grabbing his hand, allowing him to help you out of the car.

A smirk crossed his face, “I’m sure you have, we are engaged after all.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. This was going to be a long night.

The confidence he gave you was apparent, because you nearly strutted into the venue with Spencer hanging off your arm like an accessory. You could get used to this. The reunion was at an event center: the same one where both your proms were held and all four homecoming dances. It was still familiar-looking as the two of you walked in, greeting the doorman warmly.

The first person to approach you, coincidentally, was Lydia. Her once vibrant red hair now an elegant black, she looked spectacular. “Y/N!” She practically screamed, throwing her arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. You hugged her back almost as tightly. Although you’d continued living in Vegas after high school, almost nobody else you were friends with had done the same. It felt nostalgic to get a piece of normality back from your past.

“I’m so glad you forced me to come,” you admitted to her.

“I’m glad I did too,” she agreed, her eyes flitting from you to your arm piece. “And who’s this?” Her grin was smug and prying for all the juicy details.

“This is my fiancé, Spencer Reid,” you said and patted his arm lightly with your free hand. He didn’t budge, almost as if it were a natural move for you to make.

“FIANCÉ?!” Lydia bubbled with excitement. “It’s about time we met then!” Her hand jutted out for a handshake.

Spencer laughed nervously, “the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering, it’s actually safer to kiss.”

“Oh, okay” Lydia giggled, turning to you, “he’s charming.”

You laughed, covering your mouth slightly, “you’ll have to excuse him; he's not a flirt, he’s just a certified genius, IQ of 187 and all.”

Lydia’s eyes lit up in shock. “Are you kidding? Stop pulling my leg, Y/N, you’re gonna make me jealous and upset that I didn’t bring a living encyclopedia along,” she scoffed.

“I’m dead serious,” you said brightly, glancing over at Spencer. Pride filled your body somehow, although part of this situation wasn’t even the truth.

“You know, the black hair suits you. Red highlights weren’t really your style,” Spencer said as an attempt to compliment Lydia.

Lydia stared at him blankly. “How did you know I had highlights in high school?” She asked nervously, glancing at you in confusion. Spencer immediately realized his mistake.

“Oh, well, I’m sorry I just saw your picture in Y/N’s yearbook one time and… I have an eidetic memory, actually, which causes me to-“

“He has the memory of an elephant,” you cut him off with a smile. Lydia laughed it off, but you could tell she was slightly uneasy.

“He didn’t need anything else to fill his resume. God, next you’re gonna tell me he’s a lawyer or something.”

“Well, actually I work for the FBI. I’m a behavioral analyst,” he corrected her innocently. You nudged him in the arm a little too roughly, letting him know he was going a little overboard.

“Sorry. He’s been needing to work on his humility,” you joked.

Lydia laughed along, “it’s so great to see you again, Y/N, if you’ll excuse me for a moment I’m going to get a drink.” She smiled, before sashaying away to the beverage table.

Spencer turned to you, brows furrowed, mouth open, ready to spout something off.

Just then, your view of Spencer was obstructed by an overly perky brunette with a sickeningly sweet smile, “Y/N” she screeched.

Fuck fucking fuck. “Claire!” You exclaimed, a look of panic on your face, eyes flashing between Claire and Spencer, silently begging for his help.

“How are you? You look great!” she said. Just then a man approached her, one of his arms wrapping loosely around her waist.

“I-I’m good! H-how about you?” fuck, where was Spencer.

“We are great,” the man responded, pressing a kiss to Claire’s cheek. She giggled, patting his chest affectionately.

“I’m sorry this is my boyfriend Liam, you’ll have to excuse him, he can never seem to keep his hands off me!”

This bitch is dead. You laughed awkwardly praying to every god above Spencer would come to your rescue.

“It’s not my fault, how am I supposed to control myself when you look so irresistible?” Liam chuckled, one hand coming up to grasp Claire’s chin, pecking her lips lightly.

You looked at every corner for Spencer, needing him there to reassure you. As if on cue, he appeared from behind Claire and Liam, carrying two red solo cups delicately.

“Sorry I disappeared for a bit, sweetheart, I grabbed you some punch,” he said and pressed the cup into your palm, seeming to notice how uncomfortable you were. You smiled at him in response, seeing your chance and immediately taking it.

“Claire, this is my fiancé, Spencer.” You gestured to him and pulled him to you like a security blanket. “Spence, this is Claire and Liam,” you introduced smugly. One-upping Claire felt intoxicatingly good.

“Oh, how lovely!” She responded, “then you know how it is, always a hassle to get them out of the house! Liam’s away with work so much I barely see him!”

“Oh, what do you do, Liam?” You questioned.

“He’s a firefighter! Always away saving people’s lives, my Liam” Claire butted in, her hand coming up to adjust Liam’s tie.

“Actually, Spencer is always away on business too. He’s an FBI agent, which always has him taking cases in unpredictable places,” you explained, emphasizing the FBI agent part. Spencer looked at you with a hint of concern, and you knew he thought you were being too flamboyant. It served Claire right though, she’d been a total bitch to you ever since middle school. The way Spencer looked at you felt wrong, though. His face had fallen to almost a frown.

“Oh, wow, that’s spectacular! You really understand then, it’s so hard having Liam away, especially when he’s going back to college to get his masters degree, I never see him anymore!” Claire blurted, linking her arm with Liam’s.

You copied her movement, doing the same with Spencer, “Oh I completely understand, Spencer has three PHD’s, so I get it.” You flashed Claire a bright smile, so this is how she wants to play?

Claire’s smile dropped for a fraction of a second, springing back ten times brighter.

Spencer shot you a look, bringing you back to reality. You knew you were being petty, but you had dreamed about this moment since the seventh fucking grade. It was playing out like a dream; you had on a gorgeous dress with a gorgeous fiancé (he was kind of gorgeous, wasn't he?) and you got to give Claire a taste of her own medicine.

Claire’s eye twitched slightly, as she turned to Spencer, “wow, you must be a very smart man!”

You reached your hand up to wrap around Spencer’s tie, pulling him impossibly closer to you before answering, “he is, I’m a very lucky woman.” With that you did something neither of you were expecting, using his tie, you pulled his head to yours, pressing your lips lightly against his.

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly, before fluttering shut, you felt his large hand on the small of your back, pulling you into him. You pulled away, and for a moment, you forgot this was fake, for a moment this was your reality, he was your fiancé. You smiled up at him, an unreadable expression of his face, “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

Spencer’s face fell in shock. Maybe the kiss finally connected an unspoken bond between the two of you, but this came from nowhere. His eyes held something behind them, rage maybe? You hoped Claire couldn’t notice the uncomfortable tension building between the two of you.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again,” she said awkwardly, pulling Liam by the arm as a cue to get the hell out of there. Damn. She felt it too. “I hope you and your fiancé have a nice night,” she smiled, but there was a bite of bitterness in it. Somehow it felt like you hadn’t gotten the last laugh after all as she left you standing next to Spencer. He was right beside you, but felt impossibly far away.

“Can we step outside for a minute?”, he asked with a gulp. Fuck.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You muttered, wiping your clammy palms down the sides of your dress. Spencer’s hand wrapped around your arm, guiding you to the door.

The cool Vegas air hit you both like a freight train, like a calm notion before the storm. As soon as you were secluded Spencer turned to you, a fire burning in his dark eyes.

“What was that about?”, he asked you in a soft but forceful tone.

“Wasn’t this our plan, Spence? It was your idea to do this so why are you suddenly uncomfortable doing shit that couples would do?” Your face was burning hot with frustration.

“No, this isn’t what couples would do. This is what you would do to prove yourself to some stupid high school bully. It’s gross,” he spat at you.

You ran a hand through your hair, definitely ruining the elaborate curls that took you an hour and a half. “Are you kidding me? Are you profiling me? At my high school reunion?”

“It doesn’t take a profiler to realize you’re trying to prove you’re not incompetent, Y/N.” Spencer growled, his voice escalating. “I mean, why did you even mention the reunion in your letter if you didn’t want me to invite myself? You knew I would, and I feel like you’re just using me as a way to make yourself look better.” The last part of his sentence loomed over you and made the air stiffer. He paused before continuing, “I’m not here to be your accessory or your trophy or whatever the fuck you want me to be. I came because I thought it would mean a lot to you and I wanted to be here for you, but obviously you just wanted to use me to prove a point over a high school grudge.”

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes welling with tears of frustration. You let out a groan, pushing your hair out of your face once again, “God, Spencer, I have loved you since we were eighteen.”

Spencer was so aggravated that he was still breathing heavily, not able to reply immediately. Several emotions crossed his face: confusion, frustration, doubt, and relief.

“Why do you think I own a business alone, and live alone, and never settle down, but still keep my little childhood best friend as a penpal? Has it never added up to you, Spence? I’ve loved you since we were kids! Some profiler you are,” you ended with a smirk.

Spencer initiated the kiss this time, his hand swiftly grabbing your cheek and pressing his lips to yours with a hunger you’d never expected from the timid boy at the park. Your lips moved together in sync, you let your hands travel up his chest, wrapping loosely around the back of his neck.

You both pulled away, breathless, eyes meeting once more. Spencer grasped your chin lightly, “since we were kids, huh? Then prove it.” He whispered.

“Alright,” you smiled. “Let’s get out of here.” You took his hand and led him to your car, hopping in the front seat confidently and turning the key in the ignition. Spencer pulled himself into the passenger seat and you began to pull away from the event center to a familiar part of town.

“I think I like where this is headed.” Spencer’s grin widened and you couldn’t help but take your eyes off the road for a moment to bask in the glory of his genuine smile.

You pulled the car into the completely empty parking lot of the park, turning off the car and letting yourself out. The two of you passed by the swings and slides instinctively and walked straight to one of the most significant places in Las Vegas; the chess board.

You sat down in the chair, nostalgia running through your veins, Spencer sat opposite of you. “I may not have an eidetic memory, but I'll never forget the first time I laid my eyes on you. The lonely boy at the park, playing chess, of all things. There was never a specific moment I fell in love with you, it sort of just accumulated over the years. From your caring nature, and knack to put everyone’s needs before your own, to your gorgeous child-like smile that can light up the darkest of rooms, or the tender way you care for your mom, or children- God, Spence, your kids are going to be so lucky. One of my favorite things about you is your humility, Spencer, you are incredible, you’re a certified genius, and I don’t think I’ve heard you boast about your intelligence once in my entire life! Spencer, you are so special, there will never be another man on earth like you, and I’m sorry for making you feel like an accessory tonight, I guess I just enjoyed being in a relationship with you, even if it was fake. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Spencer, and I will never love anyone the way I love you.”

He looked down with a shy smile. “Way to inflate my ego, Y/N,” he said with a chuckle. “You may have stumbled into my life, but I’m glad you did. I love you with every ounce that I can.”

You looked at the chess board in front of you. “So, what now?”

“Now” Spencer said, standing up, dusting off his slacks. He held his hand out to you, and you took it giddily. “We go visit my mom.”

You giggled, ”you’re such a mama’s boy, Rooks.”

Spencer laughed as you began your walk back to the car, “yeah yeah, just don’t use me as an accessory this time,” he nudged you playfully with his arm.

A smile fell permanently on your face, “trust me, you’re the finest accessory I’ve ever owned.”

Spencer smiled, stopping momentarily to pull you in for a quick kiss. “I love you, Skates.”

You beamed at him, hoping to commit this moment to memory, “I love you more, Rooks.”

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer #spencer reid #fluff #fanfic #spencerreid #bau

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Aftermath - Chapter 7

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Doubt (and Duct Tape)

“Norah Jean!”

“I’m so sorry, Jeff.”

The comm dies and the pod launches. The fireball blooms in slow motion.

She’s spinning.

Spinning.

Suffocating.

Norah Jean snaps awake. The first thing her eyes land on are the multitude of stars through the skylight. They used to be so beautiful. Now she can’t even breathe, staring up at them. Can’t tear her eyes away from the cold, emotionless lights. She’s vaguely aware of her corona flickering in and out, rising and falling with her shallow breaths. The comforter is tangled around her legs. She focuses on what she can feel. Her hands are balled up in the sheets, clenching so hard her knuckles hurt. Her body is drenched in sweat, soaking her t-shirt and shorts. The air circulating through the cabin is frigid, cooling her sticky skin.

She can almost take a normal breath.

The soft whir of the fan pointed at her bed breaks through her thoughts. Norah Jean takes a breath, listening to the subtle hum of the drive core, then the sound of the empty fish tank. She can smell the air freshener on the desk, apple cinnamon, it smells like home. She shifts slightly, and the smell of her shampoo wafts up from the pillow.

Her mouth tastes like blood. She must have bitten her cheek before she woke up.

Norah Jean can finally look away from the stars, can a deep breath. She sits up and puts her feet on the cold floor, holding her head in her hands. She won’t be getting back to sleep tonight. This marks the sixth night in a row she’s had that nightmare. She learned on night three that falling back asleep only brings more of them.

She gets up and walks to the desk. Half a dozen reports sit stacked next to the computer. The clock reads 0200. With a sigh she sits down and picks the first pad off the stack. They won’t read themselves.

Her cabin is cold, just the way she likes it, and Kaidan is wrapped up completely in her comforter on the bed. She climbs onto the mattress and peels away the edge of the blanket to shimmy under and cuddle close to him. He stirs when her cold hands touch his warm skin, rolling over to face her.

“Hey, Sugar. Didn’t think you’d show.” He presses a kiss to her nose.

“Didn’t think I’d show? This is my cabin.”

“I missed you so much.”

“What? Kaidan, I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Two years is a long time, Norah Jean.”

“I haven’t left, I’ve been here the whole time!”

“No, you haven’t. You died. None of this is real, Sugar.”

“No. Let’s just go to sleep, this is just a nightmare, everything will be okay when we get up.”

“Norah Jean, you need to open your eyes. It’s time to wake up.”

She blinks and they aren’t in her cabin anymore. Alarms wail all around her and Kaidan faces her, fully suited up.

“Joker’s still in the cockpit, he won��t abandon ship. I’m not leaving either!”

Alarms give way to the silence of space as the Normandy crumbles around her. In seconds, nothing but stars surround her.

She can’t breathe.

With a start, Norah jean sits up in her desk chair. Her datapads are scattered across the desktop, and the clock reads 0430. She leans back and rubs her face, covered in lines from the datapad she fell asleep on. She gets up and heads for the gym in the cargo bay.

After a few hours of deliberation, looking between the roll of duct tape, the folded bedsheet, and the skylight, she keys the comm frequency for the main battery.

“Hey, Garrus, are you busy right now?”

“Well, I was in the middle of some calibrations, but I’ve been looking for an excuse to run a full system diagnostic. Please tell me you need my services for two hours or so.”

“I do need your help with something, I don’t think it’ll take me two hours though. Meet me up in my cabin?”

“On my way.”

Several minutes later, the door chimes as Garrus walks through. He makes the Turian approximation of a whistle as he looks around.

“Damn, Shepard, you’re living like a queen up here. What’s a guy like me gotta do to get a view like this?”

“Oh? I’ll trade you. I’d sleep better in the down in the guts of the ship anyway.”

“You’re not sleeping?” His mandibles twitch and he looks long and hard at her face, as if only now seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

“Only a little bit. Not nearly enough. But that’s why I called you up here actually, because I have a plan.” She turns to grab the folded sheet and roll of duct tape from the bed. “We’re covering the skylight.”

“’We’?”

“Yes. As you can see,” Norah Jean stands on the bed and reaches one arm up. Even on her toes, she doesn’t come anywhere close to touching the ceiling. “I can’t reach it myself, and this bed is attached very firmly to the floor. So, I need you to give me a boost.”

“A… boost?”

“Yes, Garrus, stand on the bed and pick me up so I can reach the ceiling.”

“Okay. And if I drop you?”

“Are you already planning to?” She laughs at the way his mandibles twitch.

“No! I just don’t want you stabbing me because I accidentally dropped you!”

“Garrus, where would I be hiding a knife? My hair isn’t long enough to do that anymore. Even if you do drop me, I’ll land on the bed, its fine. If you’re that worried about dropping me, I can just sit on your shoulders.”

“I like that, that sounds more secure.”

“Okay then let’s do it, lemme climb on.” Garrus climbs onto the bed and kneels down, so she can climb onto his shoulders.

“So, what is it humans say about duct tape? That it fixes everything?” He slowly stands to his full height, wobbling a bit between the squishy mattress and the marine on his shoulders.

“200 plus years and it hasn’t failed us yet. Even in space, there’s use for it.”

“Maybe Ceruberus should’ve used a bit of it on you, might’ve sped the process up.”

“I’m not gonna give that the dignity of a response.” She lays the sheet over she arm and tears off a strip of tape.

It takes them almost thirty minutes to securely fix the sheet to the skylight. The first corner she’d taped up peeled off once two sides were plastered to the steel. Then as they finished the final corner, the second corner sagged down. By the time everything is secure they’ve gone through a roll and a half of tape, and Garrus is lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

“Tell me when the room stops spinning okay?”

“Here, this’ll fix it.” Norah Jean tears off a square of duct tape and sticks it to Garrus’ armor.

He lifts his head and opens one eye to look at his new silver patch. “It really does fix everything.”

Norah Jean sits on her too-soft bed and stares at her armor on its rack. She’s put herself through countless armor drills, just like the Academy’s, but still, she can’t get her time under three minutes. Major Mabbit would have her ass.

She walks over to the rack and starts the timer.

Two minutes and fifty-six seconds. Progress. Hopefully she won’t need to suddenly get ready to drop anytime soon. She takes her time pulling the armor off, inspecting the slowly growing collection of scratches and dents. Ghosts her fingers over the dent on her chestplate from one of Garrus’ concussive rounds. On one of her greaves, a gouge from an impromptu sparring session with Jack out in the field. A square of silver duct tape right in the middle of her left pauldron. The signs of a stranger’s armor slowly becoming hers.

The door to the cockpit slides open, and Joker glances over his shoulder to see Norah Jean come in. She scuffs a foot on the floor before sighing and sitting down, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Uh-oh, you’ve got that look that means you’re thinking about one specific thing too much. Spill it.”

“I’m still me, right? I’m still the person you grew up with? Your old high school sweetheart?”

Joker sighs, turning his chair to face where she’s sitting on the floor. “Norah Jean, why-“

“Just. Answer the question. Please.”

“It’s a complicated question, so you’re getting a complicated answer, just a warning. Yes, and no. Of course, you’re not the same person you were in high school. You’re not even the same person you were when you graduated from the Academy and left Arcturus. But that’s normal, hell, even encouraged. You came away from Akuze like a ghost, you’d been through hell and back, but you were still you. People don’t just walk away from trauma without changing, Norah Jean that’s just not how that works. It’s unfair to expect yourself to be the exact same person you were when you saved the Citadel. You got spaced for fuck’s sake, and you remember it? That changes people. So yeah, you’ve changed, but everyone changed when the Normandy went down, whether they want to admit it or not.”

“That’s not what-“

“If you’re asking me if I think you’re some Cerberus controlled zombie, the answer is hell no, absolutely not. If Cerberus had a chip in your brain, I don’t think I’d be able to beat you at Scrabble.”

Norah Jean snorts and rolls her eyes. “Wow, that’s the metric you’re going by? I didn’t realize the bar was so low.”

“It’s more of a combination of things.”

“Do you ever wonder about how life would be if we’d stayed together after the Academy?”

“Telling you “No.” would be lying and I try not to lie to you, you’ve got a weird knack for figuring that shit out.”

“Because you have a shitty poker face, Jeff.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, I try not to dwell on it, it was 10 years ago. I can guaran-god-damn-tee that if we were still together in ’83 I wouldn’t have been piloting the Normandy because there’s no way Anderson would’ve passed up having you as his XO. Do I regret breaking up with you? No, not really, because without worrying about the regs, you got to chase down what you wanted from your career, and I got to pilot this sweet, sweet ship. Yeah, at first it sucked because you needed space and that space meant we didn’t so much as message each other for 2 years, but it was worth it. And plus, I like our friendship better this way, we’ve got a good thing going here. Now grab the Scrabble set, get your ass in your chair, and we’ll see how many games I win this time.”

“You spend all this time building me up just to break me down again, I see how it is.”

“I’ve gotta keep you in check somehow, Norah Jean.”

#mass effect fic #garrus vakarian #jeff joker moreau #norah jean shepard #this is my near miss shakarian chapter dedicated to how many times ive gone through the reach and flexibility convo to almost romance garrus #aftermath #mandi writes

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Festival (11/30)

It’s not all smutty fun and games. Some participants have other things on their minds . . .

@beetlebitchywitch @beejiesbitch @turtlepated @clairjohnson @memedemonhours @monsterlovinghours @yankyo @edosunshine @go-commander-kim @saucymangos

Jessie couldn't keep the smile off her face as Ollie led her from the pile of smaller fey. She had to admit there was something charming about being seen as something exotic. She'd never felt she could be seen that way before, having been either ignored or outright mistreated for much of her life prior to having met Beetlejuice. She'd learned to feel genuinely attractive with him, the way he never seemed to tire of her body. To have others who didn't know a thing about her wanting to respectfully fuck her was unprecedented, and she rather enjoyed the confidence boost.

She hardly noticed when the brownie following them turned back, instead looking forward, up, and around them as he led her on. She listened attentively, smiling and giggling sometimes when he would need to refer back to Gaelic in his descriptions and explanations. Holding tight to his hand as he led her amidst the revelers, Jessie listened to him with a passionate curiosity, observing the different fey, couplings and dancing. She looked pleasantly surprised when the fawn lowered down to get a look at her. Her heart was pounding in her chest with excitement by the time Ollie had helped her down from the creature's head.

Her jaw dropped a bit at the sight of the centaur's cock, and she laughed aloud , shaking her head a little.

"I don't know if I'd be able to do much with a dick that big, honey. I appreciate the vote of confidence though," she chuckled, pulling him close, chest to chest. Her lips pressed to his tenderly for a moment, though she didn't want to distract him much, worried that they'd end up getting squished if she took too much of his attention out in the open.

"I've never been to something like this before, it's all so new... and it's rather a lot of fun. Thank you, sweetie . . . I don't know how you managed to do this, but . . . I'm really glad I get to share this time with you . . . glad that you get to experience more of me. You saved my life, and made it better with your company . . . I cherish you, honey."

She nuzzled the tip of his nose and kissed him again sweetly. "You know, hun, if you can find a cozy little spot for us to be alone . . . I'd love to take our time. Focus on you, y'know? The others are interesting and all but . . . I'm here for you, Ollie."

She didn't notice the man who'd followed them, either, blocking out the others who stared in her desire to make him understand that her focus was on him, truly.

Could his heart burst? He knew of selkies forced to stay with men who stole their skins, who wasted away pining for the ocean. They weren’t given a choice. But he, despite being grabbed by the big bastard out of nowhere, *wanted* to be exactly where he was now, accepted and happy with his odd little family. Jessie’s offer was too good to pass up, and he stepped up against her, kissing her feverishly to try and pour how he felt into her. Her body was warm against his skin. He’d received too many kisses to count from her previously, but to to be the same size, to properly be able to touch her tongue with his, for her to be as affectionate with him as she was with Beetlejuice, left him breathless. He kept her close as the kiss waxed and waned, and when it broke off naturally, he smiled. “A spot for us?” he asked without needing an answer.

He didn’t want to get too close to the centaur and his harem of squealing and moaning women, so he cast a glance around and noted an unoccupied place that was near one of the smaller fires. The grasses were still taller there, so no one had stepped on them. It’d be perfect for a private tryst. Ollie kissed Jessie again then laced his fingers through hers to begin leading her to the patch of grass. They’d not gotten more than a few steps before out of nowhere he was grabbed by the back of the neck and yanked up off the ground. Startled, he didn’t even have time to tighten his grip on Jessie’s hand before his fingers slipped out of hers. He screeched and flailed, and felt a surge of fear for Jessie, still on the ground, just as surprised as he was.

“You are a leprechaun!” a man crowed gleefully, as Ollie was hoisted face level with him.

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At the acceptance of Carmen's answer, Beej grinned and levitated both himself and his lover, curling around her back and sucking at the back of her neck even as her body lost contact with the ground below.

As he lifted them both, he slipped his legs between hers and gripped her tits to steady her, even as a third hand reached between his legs to angle his cock head up against the entrance of her pussy. He lifted his own legs, spreading them wide to expose the pussy beneath the length of his cock, glistening already with slick and squeezing on nothing in invitation.

He winked at BJ from over Carmen's shoulder as his fingertips plucked and pinched her nipples playfully, keeping her upright so that should she want to hold or kiss the other she would be free to do so. He adjusted their height, keeping her legs spread using his own and presenting himself at the height of BJ's cock in a relaxed standing position, and the hand that had held his cock to aim it for him slipped down to part the lips of his pussy.

"Don't have to worry 'bout hurtin' me either. Can fuck as hard 'n deep as you like, it'll just milk more come into 'er," he murmured, finally leaning back a bit and sliding his hands from Carmen's tits to her back to offer her support to sit up on his shaft. He bounced his hips, letting his cock's head press tight against the back of her pussy with the force of her body weight as he held them suspended.

His female clone, noting at the other two seemed to be in the position her original intended, pulled slowly back off of BJ's cock, pressing a reverent kiss to his tip with her plump lips.

"What do you say, handsome? You wanna stuff that pussy full of cock and fill it up with every drop in your balls?" she asked, nuzzling the underside of his shaft and taking both of his balls into her mouth, tongue swirling around his sack. She pulled off of them with a pop to add,

"And if you'd like anything from me, either of you," she glanced to Carmen, "just say the word, I am here to please, after all."

Beej, noting that he had never properly introduced his clone, looked to BJ.

"She's a clone of mine, a part of me. Physical manifestation of part of my personality. Don't need to have her out if it's crowded here, figured you appreciate the female figure more 'n mine, just wanted ta offer more variety," he explained.

Despite the way he spoke, his clone seemed entirely unbothered and opened here mouth, looking up at BJ and Carmen. The sight of the latter changed the shapes in her eyes from stars to hearts, and she reached one arm up to tenderly stroke the length of her calf.

Being lifted and shifted again, a smooth dance that ended with her giggling that became a gasp as Beej’s cock stretched her open made Carmen shudder more fully and groan. His movements, creating a subtle bounce that kept him deep inside her thanks to gravity made it difficult for a moment to concentrate on anything but the sweet pleasure that erupted in her belly again. She clutched at his thighs for a moment, for stability, but as Beej’s hands roamed her she pushed herself upright and leaned back a little. No longer worried about being exposed in front of anyone here, this felt right, being fully on display, wanton and euphoric. Clenching her pussy as tightly around him as she could, she rolled her lower back to help provide friction. She’d also liked to have run her hand over his cock, to feel where he fit inside her and even dip down further to finger his clit, but the other ghost took a step forward in between their legs. Instead of feeling embarrassed or jealous, words rang in her head-- “fuck as hard 'n deep as you like, it'll just milk more come into 'er~”--and that was exactly what she wanted: Beej’s come, as much as it could go into her and fill her up. BJ licked his lips at the buffet laid out in front of him. With Jessie, he was the shapeshifter, the accommodating one, and to have someone else literally offer whatever he might desire was heady. He loved what he could provide and what he did with Jessie, but this was a special night. She was indulging with Ollie, so why not take advantage of what was offered?

Without another moment’s hesitation, BJ took his cock in hand and nudged it between Beej’s lips. It felt like a wet pussy--not warm, like a breather’s, but familiar nonetheless. He pulled himself through the slick a few times, liking to hear the gasp as he brushed the other ghost’s clit. Then, as everyone seemed to hold their breath in anticipation, he took another step closer, and eased himself without pause into the cunt. Carmen groaned because Beej groaned and his fingers tightened on her. She reached for his feminine clone, unsure if the two men she was semi-caught between were going to be so rough taking their pleasure she’d be unseated. Pulling her closer for support, Carmen couldn’t help but twist enough for a kiss, and couldn’t help slipping her tongue into the clone’s mouth even as she continued to moan.

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Ollie looked so happy that it made Jessie's heart swell. She wished that her biofeedback worked the same for fey as it did for humans and ghosts . . . and whatever her previous lover had been. She moaned low in her throat as Ollie stepped closer to her, holding her tight to his body that fit so nicely against hers in this new stature that she had to admit, she actually rather enjoyed.

She stroked his back as their tongues danced in their mouths, no effort required to pour passion and loving intent into the kiss, though she did still wish he could feel the depth of her appreciation and adoration, the way she knew BJ would have been able to.

Her wondering about the nature of fey and why they seemed so incompatible with the light inside her was ended by his verbal confirmation that he understood what she'd requested. She returned his kiss happily, and blushed as his fingers interlaced with hers, despite the odd number of digits. She held it comfortably and made to follow him.

The sudden grasp of a hand from above that hoisted him up and caused him to screech and thrash set a blaze in her stomach as she looked up at whomever had so rudely taken him from her. She'd lost her grip on his hand and remained on the ground as a man she didn't know lifted Ollie to his face.

She was rushed with anger and felt near powerless as he was lifted so high away from her. But . . . she wasn't powerless. With her brow furrowed in agitation, she glared at the man's shoulder, focusing hard on the location before using her power to deposit herself on it, next to the shell of his ear.

Her tiny hands grabbed his earlobe forcefully, and she stomped on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Excuse me! Who are you, and why wouldn't you even ask if you could pick him up? It's fucking rude," she bellowed beside his ear, her anger held tight inside her as she tried to avoid feeding rage in someone significantly larger than herself.

Ollie had no idea who this person was. He continued to writhe impotently in the man’s grip, desperate to escape. His initial startle faded to rage and he ranted in Gaelic at the man, promising nothing but hardship and despair and misfortune. If he’d been angry at Beetlejuice plucking him up, it was nothing like the atomic rage that coursed through him now. The man laughed at him like he was nothing as he examined him. “You’re special. First generation, right? Direct from Ireland. I’ve been wanting a leprechaun--”

Ollie continued to spit, but slowed when Jessie herself appeared on the man’s shoulder, shouting at him too. He didn’t want whatever this man’s purpose was to turn to her; if he was a novelty, she was nothing short of a miracle, even in a gathering like this. Desperately, he tried to think of a way out of this mess.

Out of nowhere, just how it seemed this man appeared, the faun who’d taken polite interest in Jessie was there. It cocked its head and bleated, drawing the man’s attention away for a split second. Scowling in annoyance, the man kicked at the faun. The faun scampered away. Still annoyed, the man brushed at Jessie dismissively like she was a gnat, keeping his eyes on Ollie. If he’d just avert his gaze for a second, he might have enough strength left to disappear from his fingers. It’d be difficult to find Jessie again for a little bit, but that was a better price to pay than being trapped like this.

“I don’t want gold,” the man laughed, like Ollie was going to try an bargain his way to freedom. “You’re just coming with me--”

“Hey!”

A woman’s voice interrupted him. Ollie wiggled as best he could to try and see the who this may be. It took him a moment, but then he realized it was the woman who had spoken to him in Jessie’s hood the store! The one who had given him lychees!

Fully nude, areas of her skin glistening and others a little crusty from obvious come, the short woman stomped up beside the man. The little faun accompanied her. “What do you think you’re doing?! Put him down right now!”

The man’s back stiffened. “You can’t talk to Lucien Stone that way, witch! I’m a Warlock of the First Order and you have no right--”

At their raised voices, people began to look over.

She dropped her chin. “I’m Eve Fairborne-LaBeau, warlock, and I know exactly who you are. Andy Clarke. Put him down right now!”

The warlock lifted his lip and puffed himself up, obviously ready to laugh in her face like he had Ollie’s. Eve stared him down, and he seemed to become aware that others had stopped their celebrations and were starting to turn to them. Their faces were not friendly either.

“Third time is a dangerous number to make me repeat myself,” Eve said quietly. A very faint tremor rolled the soil under their feet. “Are you willing to suffer the consequences?”

Lucien--Andy--scowled again but did not make her carry through her threat. Carefully he set Ollie back down on the ground. Jessie quickly joined him, hugging him to her as they backed away. As the warlock stood again, Eve nodded sharply. “Excellent decision. Now leave. You’ve damaged some of the energy of this celebration and are not welcome any longer.” With his lips still twisted, Lucien--Andy--opened his mouth to argue that point, but several more fauns crowded around Eve, as did other witches and Richard. A minotaur also stepped closer, to add his bulk to the folks who wanted this warlock gone. With a dismissive wave, he turned to go. Eve stepped after him, to put herself in between Ollie and Jessie as he passed them. There was silence as people who were aware of the altercation watched him walk out of the circle, muttering under his breath as he went. Eve held her hand up and an imp flew into it, like a falcon to a glove. She whispered to it, “Stay with him please. I want to make sure he actually leaves and doesn’t bother anyone else.”

tbc . . .

#writing #fanfiction #Movie Beetlejuice #Musical Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice x OC #Beetlejuice x Beetlejuice #long fic #rp #festival #OC x OC

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shavatikasstuff · 3 years

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Order Sanctuary Special

"Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex is not a christmas tree."

The older centaur gave the blonde a simpathetic look as the aformentioned centaurs continued to hang lights over his body. Rex could only sigh without risking all the lights on him sliding off, which would than mean another two hours of standing still.

Off to the side, the rest of the Torrent herd were busy decorating their stalls with the lights and paints Qui-Gon and Tahl had gifted them. The sanctuary always got donations around the holidays, s much so the two often had to reach out to the neighboring sanctuary to see if they'd be willing to take some off their hands.

Now, however, the two just handed the stuff over to the centaurs. The Fetts had never really celebrated Christmas before, and they were excited. Hardcase had already stolen half the lights for his stall, Five and Echo's stall looked like a winter wonder land, and even Rex had a few lights and ornamenta hanging about his stall.

"Come on Obi-Wan, it's not like it's hurting him." Anakin grinned. "Besides, he's the only one who didn't threaten to bite out hands off."

"And that negates the fact we actually have a tree how I might ask." Obi-Wan challenged as he gestured to the tree in the middle of the circular barn.

"Well..."

"We're just testing out light combinations, right Skyguy?" Ahsoka butted in as she somehow managed to place a star atop Rex's head.

"Yes, can't have a clashing Christmas tree now can we?" Obi-Wan could only roll his eyes at that pathetic attempt at an excuse.

Further away, the Ghost herd were currently engaged in a compatition to see who could draw the best Christmas themed tattoo idea. Cody's tattoo was that of a giant tree decorated in the herd's signature gold color. Waxer and Boil drew up a picture of their herd with a small adition of a young green pegasus named Numa.

The two met the girl whhen accompaning Obi-Wan to the nursery last week.

Next to ghost herd was the Wolf herd who were currently learning how to wrap up gifts. Plo Koon had stopped by with a few holiday treats for them, and after seeing Sinker and Boost's attempt at wrapping, decided to stay a while to help the three out.

The only being not full out participating in the holiday cheer was Fox. The red colored centaur was A) not at all interested in doing such things, and B) currently helping Tahl plan out the sanctuary's yearly Christmas party.

The sanctuary would close earlier than normal to allow the staff time to set up games and prepare food for the holiday festival. Starting around 7:00, the sanctuary is open to the public to come over and enjoy games, events, and food alongside any centaur who wished to partisipate.

Normally speaking, the sanctuary offers educational courses to anyone looking into adopting or rescuing centaurs of their own along with horses, dogs, or cats. Those who sign up are assigned to one of the already exsisting centaurs on the property who take them through the basics.

At the festival, however, the centaurs are welcomed to socilize as they see fit without having to keep up a professional apperance. Obviously there are rules to be followed, but other than that the festival is a time of fun and freedom.

"What do you think about a racing event, Fox? I am of the understanding that several of the Fetts are quite adapt at that." Tahl asked as Fox looked over her shoulder to examin the planner.

"It's possible, but I can't say for sure it will remain under control. Especilly is riders are allowed." Fox narrowed his eyes at the memory of the last time anyone was allowed to full out race one another.

Tahl took Fox's words into consideration.

Obi-wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka are all well aquanted with the holiday festival. They know their limits and boundaries when it came to events requirering them to be physically active. They also understand the limits of humans and how to act around them. The Fetts had no such experiences save the twins perhaps. From what Tahl remembered, Fives and Echo were introduced to the darker side of humans very earily omn into their captivity.

Perhaps a racing event wouldn't be the best of ideas right now. "Perhaps a ride around the sanctuary. Echo, Boil, and Waxer are the most popular with the children."

Fox took a moment to consider that proposal. "It could work so long as the children are given a breif lecture on the do's and don'ts of centaur riding."

"Agreed. The last thing I need is another incident breaking out." Tahl signed as she made a note to asked the centaurs in question later on.

"On the subjecg of incident breakouts, I highly suggest rotating patrols to ensure everyone is behaving." Tahl gave a nod of agreement.

As the two continued planing, those in the barn somehow managed to get into a somewhat serious argument about who wrapped their gift correctly before that spirled into an all out snowball fight.

As of right now, Obi-Wan was showing Anakin just who exactly was in charge.

#the clone wars #centaur #centaur au #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commander cody #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #commander fox #clone trooper boil #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #order sanctuary

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haiyuta · 4 years

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Study Session || Felix

Summary: Failing Transfiguration was not what you expected in your 7th year or having to be tutored by a Gryffindor named Felix.

word count: 4k || Hogwarts au, lots of felix rings, accent, fingering, hj, kissing, teasing,

a/n: I promised a abo chan but here is a felix smut cause he does things to me...I HAD TO look at this boy hes amazing. I do hogwarts au no justice

Placing your bag on the desk you let out a small huff sitting next to your fellow Slytherin housemate and friend. Minho glanced at you taking out your Transfiguration book 7th-year edition. The only subject you were failing at a rapid pace it was almost comical.

"Well good morning to you I didn't see you at breakfast," he hummed taking out his book.

"Yeah I slept in I was studying all night," you replied. The class hummed with talking from your fellow classmates. "I want to get good marks on my newts I just," you huffed leaning back your mind racing.

"Hey maybe I can help you," Minho said pushing his arm at the back of his chair.

"Maybe," you trailed off looking at the group of red robes that entered the room. Gyfindors you rolled your eyes. Pretnigous and cocky. A dark brown hair one Chan he was loud, to say the least, a captain of the quidditch team he boosted often how much they won. Next to him with dyed blond hair the quieter one Felix next to him.

Blinking you rolled your eyes when Chan gave you a small nod toward your direction. His motto this year was trying to get houses more 'together'. Yeah right.

"So full of themselves," Minho whispered under his breath. You grinned agreeing with him. "But I heard that Felix kid has amazing marks recently," he added.

Class dragged on slow you tried to understand how the more advanced Transfiguration worked but it felt like a block like you couldn't understand.

"Make sure to do your 2 feet essay by next week," the teacher said. Huffing you got up putting away your books and papers.

"Miss Y/n could you please stay back," the teacher spoke. Eyeing Minho you clenched your fist already knowing what was coming.

"Save me a seat at lunch," you whispered to him. You went to her desk her hands folded glaring up at you.

"Well miss y/n I've seen your essays and your struggle with this more advanced material," she stated.

Folding your hands in front of your skirt you nodded. "Yes professor I just need to work harder it's almost fall I know I can get back on track," you affirmed.

"As you know this is class is important for the newts I wouldn't like to see you fail this subject," she said. You nodded agreeing silently. "So I asked my best student to help you he didn't have any extra electives and always very helpful," she said.

"Like a tutor," you asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes Felix is a great student and took an interest in tutoring some of the younger students you'll be his first in his year to tutor," she explained.

"Felix," you said his name out loud. The blond that's always with Chan.

"Yes I believe he'll teach you well," she said.

You frown your brows remembering what Minho said "actually Minho said he would be interested in helping me since he's in my house we probably can work better," you quickly made an excuse.

"Minho is almost at risk of being tutored himself now he'll meet you in the library at 7 and I hope to see some improvement," she eyed you.

You rolled your shoulders "I'll try," you said going back to your desk.

"And Miss.Y/n Felix is quite nice don't let house rivalry stop you from learning something new," she said. Nodding you quickly left hoping Felix would just tutor you and leave.

"So after dinner, you have to study," Minho asked picking at the food.

You looked at your close friend "yeah the library at 7 she said," you told him. Eyeing the table Chan was facing you his friend across from him. Even though you've been at Hogwarts a magical school Felix didn't come here till 6th year making him even more of a mystery.

Eyeing the large clock it was already 6 45 seeing Felix wave bye to his house walking out of the great hall.

"Be optimistic," he laughed grabbing a cupcake taking a bite out of it.

"Yeah I'll you see back in the common room," you huffed grabbing your bag. Walking through the halls you eyed the paintings and the movement going down one hall then another till the library came into view.

The library was quiet as you walked in eyeing the large halls looking for Felix. A few rows in you spotted a red tie and blond hair. He was concentrating on the book he was reading a book. Your mind racing for no good reason as you approached him "Hi you must be Felix," you said clutching your bag to the side.

Facing you he had a smile making his brown eyes go into small suns "Yes I am and you're Y/n right," his deep voice made your spine shiver. You noted he had an Australian accent just like Chan you will ask about that later.

You felt heat crawl from the back of your neck up to your ears "Yeah," you said slipping in the chair next to him.

"Okay well I heard you're failing in Transfiguration," he said in concern.

Rolling your eyes away "Not by much it's just," you huffed suddenly feeling inferior under his gaze. "It's a little confusing," you replied.

Nodding his head his deep eyes slide to you to the book "okay well we'll go back to the basics of last year and see where it's all going wrong okay," he spoke fluidly nodding.

Felix spoke smoothly explaining everything with delicate detail. He was amazing at explaining the more difficult system willing more magical power.

"So you see when you use it it's important you reread each spell a few times these are completed any mispronounce or missed word will make it fail," he said pointing to the book. You noted he had a large silver ring on his middle finger. Your heart leaped a little seeing how small they were. You bite your lip trying not to gush at him and focus on his words. "Since we are transforming harder items it takes more will to make them what you want we'll go over actual spells later," he explained.

Staring at him intently you nodded stretching a little you've been in the position for an hour going over the more important topic. "Yeah we should," you agree.

"Now I know we have our essay due soon if you want you can write and I can look over it," with a charming smile on his lips.

"That sounds good I don't have to meet Minho until later," you said taking out some paper.

Working in mostly silence he helped you fix some parts and made sure you kept the essay on track. "Thank you," you mumbled actually learning a lot from this small study session.

"You're welcome how about we study on Saturday," he said.

Giving a small smile back clutching your book in your hands. "Sure thanks again," you said waving bye. Your stomach slightly fluttering for an unknown reason as you quickly walked back to the Slytherin dorms.

The next time you met Felix was night. Browsing the shelves you spotted him sitting by a window seat his blond hair pushed back and his robes were fitted and clean.

Looking up he smiled he waved over to him you blush realizing you were staring at him. Sitting next to him he smoothly opened the conversation up.

"Well good Saturday to you," he said his voice deep slightly groggy it seemed he just woke up. By the wave he had a small red mark on his face he was probably sleeping. His voice and his just woke up voice made you shiver.

"It was the one day we got to go to Hogsmeade so I'm happy," you grinned gliding in the seat next to him.

"Oh yeah here," he said handing you a small wooden case.

Eyeing it you raised an eyebrow "for me," you asked.

"Well I didn't know 7th years still use sugar quills I think this better one will keep you writing better," he winked handing you the box. He looked away going back to his work.

It was a quill inside the box a nice one, to say the least. "Thank you," you mumbled feeling the back of your neck heat up.

"You're welcome," He quirked an eyebrow "I actually wanted to review your essay before class if that's okay," he said.

"Yeah sure," you said still in a daze from the gift, pulling from your bag your essay.

"Oh wow when she said two feet you took that super literally," he hummed his deep voice chuckling as he looked at you two-page essay. You spotted his that was at least 4 pages.

Felix reviewed it making a few notes on the paper. You tried not to stare but he was reviewing your work and he looked so focused. You hope he thought it was good. "I think you should look up more on the human-animal area it's a little unclear but overall good," a wide smile lit his face.

"Um, where would you think I should cut out," you asked wondering where he meant.

Felix scooted closer to you pointing at the area "here," he said. Suddenly he was close to you in your bubble but it felt so good. The scent of him so strong you couldn't place his cologne as he was explaining his mouth had a minty smell.

"What book would I reference," your voice broke out. Realizing your stomach was turning at how close he was.

Felix reached over grabbing a book "I like this one it's the best one for the subject in my opinion," he spoke looking down at you. It was like slow motion as you drunk in Felix's features. From his lightly dusted freckles to his one cute crooked tooth.

"Um," you trailed off wanting to speak but couldn't. All you wanted was for him to capture your lips in a kiss wanting to see if his lips felt as soft as they looked.

"Y/n there you are," Minho said breaking you from your trance. You pulled back looking over at him.

Glaring "this is a library," you whispered yelled at your friend.

He huffed pulling out a chair plopping himself in it "sorry I was looking for you the party in the Hufflepuff dorm starts soon," he grinned leaning back. "They won their quidditch game and invited 5th years and up from all houses," he explained.

"Sorry I can't Felix was looking over my essay," you gently turned down your friend hoping you could spend a little more time with Felix.

"Oh it's fine I know parties are more fun than this," Felix spoke a tightly closed mouth smile he pulled.

"See even your tutor wants you to party," Minho said. "And I think that guy from Ravenclaw Seungmin is going," he teased causing you to glared at him. You knew Minho wouldn't let up if you didn't go.

"I'm sorry Felix cutting our tutoring short I'll finish up my essay tomorrow okay," you said.

Felix gave a look but a smile "It's fine I'll be here all day tomorrow if you have any questions," he said. Grabbing your bag a string of apologies came out as Minho took you by the arm dragging you out the room.

Felix sighed watching you walk away his tight smile slipped into a low frown as the moonlight from the large castle windows filled the area.

"So you like like him," Minho said as you walked to dinner on Friday night. You puffed your cheeks heat rising slowly.

You learned a lot about Felix as he tutored you. He was from Australia and came to Hogwarts in his 6th year, he had freckles a nice laugh and welcoming.

"I just get this fluttery feeling like when I kissed the exchange student Lucas at the Yule Ball," you explained.

"We're friends for now," you added. And it'll probably stay that way you added in your mind.

"Let's eat I have a study session for the newts," you hummed.

"Newts already we're almost out of Hogwarts, he whined sitting down.

You let your thoughts linger You're time at Hogwarts was almost done which was almost done it was a double edge sword. Going and being a wizard getting to work in different world departments. Then the reality of leaving weighed on your mind. Would you a Felix still be friends?

Gazing at him your eyes widen to see Felix facing you eating across was Chan but next to him a female by his side. She had a sparkling look in her eyes as she listened to Chan and Felix but more Felix.

Your stomach turned in distaste at the scene. Felix smiled at both of them as you looked on. You looked at your food trying to ignore the scene.

"So Minho what were you saying about Hogsmead," you said.

Minho gave you a look at you and back at him but decided to not question it "well I was saying," he continued.

Dinner ended and Felix walked out saying goodbye to his Chan and the girl his eyes searching for yours he gave you a small nod in your direction. It was common for him to do this but something about him just cuddling with the girl making you bubble with irrational anger.

"Time to study," you said grabbing your bag heading toward the library. Entering it was quiet only a few people around. You searched through the rows for Felix until you found him sitting in a back row by a window.

"Hey," you said breathlessly,

He gave a small smile back "hey," he responded.

You felt your heart clench looking at his arm where that girl touched him. You wanted to ask him about it but you stopped yourself. Felix isn't yours to claim.

Felix opened up some papers "I have the test newt so we'll go over this," he said putting the paper down.

It was nice to go over the newt the more you studied the more you realize how really hard it'll be.

it went well but as you went you slowly went downhill as you started to get them wrong and wrong. "Y/n you seem distracted," Felix said stopping.

You gazed up at him "More than normal," you joked lightly feeling your heart clench at his handsome face.

"Funny," he gazed at you with those gentle eyes. The moon illuminated his blond hair making it look lavender.

"Is it your boyfriend," Felix asked staring at you.

You straighten your back confused by his statement "what boyfriend," you questioned back.

He pursed those plump lips up "Minho I think," he stared at you. His lips were in a fine line.

"Oh he isn't my boyfriend he's just a really good friend," you defended yourself. A small teasing smile lifted to your face "and what about you Mr. I have a girl cuddling on me at dinner," you teased out your words biting back at jealously.

Felix glanced at you and chuckled "I wish I knew I know she's a 6th year I just couldn't tell her to fuck off," he responded. The tension between you two was growing you could feel it even your magic could feel the underline motive of your words.

"What a gentleman," you smirked but continued "I wouldn't let that happen often people will think she's your girlfriend." Both of you were so close your knees were touching while his face felt so close to his.

“Are you jealous,” he asked leaning closer his eyes so intense.

You hitched your breath deciding to be upfront with him “Kind of,” you quirked an eyebrow.

You felt your hand go to his knee staring at him "May I kiss you," he breathed out he was staring at you he was so close. You felt your cheeks warm wanting to kiss him so bad.

"What a gentleman," you breathlessly said leaning in to capture his lips. It was gentle Felix's hand reaching over to cup your chin into his hand as he tested the kiss. It was soft moving your lips against his moving close. He let out a small moan as you massaged one another in the kiss. Your body slowly heating up from the kissing. Your body responds to his message he wanted you and you wanted him.

You gasped allowing his tongue to lightly enter your mouth ever so delicately you moaned tasting the strawberry shortcake we had for dessert in the kiss.

His other arm wrapping it around your waist pulling you closer to him as you to made out.

His fingers danced around your waist holding you tight. As fast as it happened you heard another Australian accent calling for Felix. You jumped from his touch to see Chan whispering Felix's name.

"There he is," Chan said still clad in his uniform. You blushed gazing at Felix his face flushed and his lips were tinted red. "Oh hey Y/n," Chan greeted.

Biting your lip you gave a small hi back. "I have to show you this new set we did its amazing," Chan said a little too loud.

"Dude don’t you see,” Felix palmed his face.

“Oo sorry,” he said looking at you and slowly getting what you both just did.

“Come on let's go," Felix huffed packing his stuff. Suddenly it hit you what we did you made out with Felix crap you thought. Was he going to stop tutoring you? You hoped he didn’t find you a bad kisser. Self-doubt filled you as Felix and Chan chatted. You got your answer "Hey um Y/n,” Felix paused “wanna go to Hogsmeade with me and then we can study next Saturday," he asked.

Chan raised an eyebrow at the scene "I'll love that," you blushed watching Felix pull his overcoat on giving you a wink picking up his book.

"Dude nice," you heard Chan say lightly bumping his friend's fist as they left. Felix ears a deep red color like his lips.

Touching your lips you grinned you just kissed Lee Felix.

Its been almost a month since you kissed Felix you weren't technically together but it still felt good. You were lucky you got to kiss him when you wanted. You liked this a lot. Nothing too serious yet with the perks of affection.

Currently, you were sitting in the library the spot you always met Felix next to you reviewing for the newts in a month. "What animal is extremely hard to transfigure?" Felix asked pointing to the question

You let out a light laugh "A dragon," you declared. "Come on Felix try a little harder than that," you said.

He nodded "okay okay," his deep voice vibrated out. You felt his hand go to your knee making you straighten you back.

"Okay next question what does vanishment actually do," he asked from the booklet.

Pressing your legs together you lightly bounced the knee his hand was on "its to make things go into non-being" you stated looking at the handsome blond. After a few months, his dark roots shining through.

"Good," he hummed his hand slipping from your knee to the inside of your thigh. Your body buzzed from the warmth of his hand.

Leaning on your arm you shyly looked at him "Felix what are you doing," you asked.

He flashed a handsome grin "giving you a reward for being so smart," he smirked.

"Now the next question "The opposite of vanishment is," he gently rubbed the exposed skin before you got to your skirt.

"Conjuring of course," you said wanting his hand to travel to its destination.

"Good job princess," he mumbled your nickname you glared at him even though you hated when people like Chan called you that something about him made you wet with want at the name.

His hand traveled up past your skirt limits till it reached under panties the slight lace pair at the rim of it.

Placing his pointer finger right at your folds. A small gasp you let out at the new feeling of someone else's fingers and not yourself touching you. The only person who slightly got to this base was at the Yule ball but you stopped him.

"Is this okay," he leaned over and whispered to you. Your heart throbbed at the question.

"More than fine," you replied reaching for his lips for a quick kiss.

"Okay Conjuring being a big part of the newts give me the short definition," he asked his face was twisted with want but also a cute kind of giddy at what his fingers were doing. His ringed middle finger was lightly just lightly stroking your slit causing more wetness to seep through them.

"Conjuring is to "bringing things into being," you stated opening your legs more for him.

He smirked allowing his fingers to move your panties and into your soaking need. He lightly teased with his fingers gently but it did so much to you. Your stomach twisted with want as heat building in you.

You felt Felix come closer and gently kissed your neck. His fingers lazily rubbing your folds in a rhymic manner. "Fuck Felix we should do this here," you whispered turning your head to catch his gaze. Of course, you were worried this was a library and someone could catch you at any time.

"That's why everyone is at the last quidditch match of the year," he hummed in your neck "if you catch two students making out oh well."

Grinning you let out another breathy moan feeling him cup you his rings cold against your heat. "No more questions please," you begged just wanting to let loose on his fingers.

"I think you deserve this Y/n you worked so hard," his deep voice broke out. You leaned over capturing his lips as his fingers went to work. His middle finger found your wetness lightly pressing into you. Your body was warm and his lips were warm and all this was so warm you were addicted.

Your hips pushed onto his fingers wanting more of his touch. "Fuck your wet," he whispered into your ear his warm breath hitting your neck.

"Who are you wet for," his husky voice asked out.

"For you of course," you moaned.

"All for me yes," he groaned his fingers were clumsy looking for the right areas but it all felt good. He circled your wetness making you gasp for me. "Fuck are you close," he hissed. You eyed his slacks they had a small wet mark on them.

"Can I," you asked reaching for his slacks touching the area of where his soft bulge was.

Felix gasped staring into your eyes "please," he barely got out.

Your fingers found his button and zipper greedy to touch him. His black boxers outline a small bulge. Touching him gently he moaned his fingers stopping for a moment.

"Touch me," he moaned. It was probably a site to see two students cuddled up close you would guess we were making out more than touching one another.

Jerking him off lightly you felt his warm dick harden under your touch the tip getting wetter every time you reached the tip. Felix lightly petted you long swipes up and down your slit.

"Fuck Felix," you panted reaching for his lips capturing him trying to keep quiet. "I can't hold it," you panted.

“Let go princess let go on my fingers,” he whispered so sensually. Taking out Felix's warmth you gently pumped his dick as his fingers found his pace. Your heart thudded your mind-melting with pleasure. The heat inside your lower stomach was building and building. Your pumps on Felix were getting sloppy and you were trying to focus on helping him out.

Suddenly you felt yourself let go your legs clench around his hand as you came. A soft moan let out as you clutched close to Felix. Your body buzzed with pleasure as you came just from his fingers.

"God that was hot," Felix deep voice whispered as you leaned on his shoulder aftershock flowing through your body. Wrapping his hand over your he gently moved it up and down stroking himself. The scene itself was hot as you watch him moan.

Between his warmth and his hand, you watched how his dick twitch as he came a second later. Fuck he moaned he was twitching and squeezing himself as he came.

It was silent for a moment as you placed your lips over his. It was a tender kiss one of want and need.

"We probably should get back to work," you hummed in disappointment.

Felix sighed "I think the match will be ending soon want to debut as my new girlfriend," he asked a shy smile on his face. God, he was handsome. "Only if you want," he paused.

Your heart bloomed "I would love that," you smiled back.

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 4 years

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Fifty Shades of Mikaelson

Shade 1: Chapter 3

Authors Note: We are now delving into R-rated terms so its time to hang out the banners to say that this is now 18+ fic so kiddos turn away now please. Word Count: 2390 Warnings: (18+) The odd swear word. Mentions of sexual content. Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader (Reader Insert)

Fifty Shades Tag List: @xxwritemeastoryxx @tomarisela @akshi8278

You can catch up on the previous chapters here. Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Arriving back at my apartment I slung my handbag on the sofa and made a beeline for my bedroom. In a mad online shopping binge I had purchased a simple yet elegant and very sexy pale apricot little number. Just covering my knees it showed the right amount of leg, cleavage and defined all of my curves thanks to the bodycon style of the dress. I would just need to pick out the perfect set of shoes to accompany the dress from my ever-growing shoe collection at the bottom of my closet.

Opening said closet I moved the large rack of clothes to one side and carefully pulled out my dress for tonight's proceedings. With the dress still on its hanger I slotted it on the door for it to hang as I bent down and opened up the first box of heels.

Looking up and down at the shoes then the dress I shook my head and closed the lid setting it to the side and picked out another set. Doing this motion a few more times and I ended up settling for a pair of strappy black heels which would give me the extra height boost that I was known for and loved. Finishing my outfit designing session I walked over to where I kept my jewelry, opening the small velvet box I inherited from my grandmother I picked out some crystal earrings, a white watch and diamante choker style necklace.

Checking my hair and makeup by using the large mirror that was situated in the living room about an hour and forty five minutes later, my makeup looked like it was done by the gods and I was dressed to the nines fluffing my hair just giving that extra bit of volume I heard the doorbell to my apartment go off. Grabbing my jacket and handbag I headed to the door opening it slowly.

“Always enjoy making me wait don’t you love?” Klaus teases.

“And yet you love the chase.” I teased back.

“I must say you look ravishing.” He says in that tone of voice I just love whilst offering me his arm..

“You don’t scrub up badly yourself either.” I reply and take his arm and with that we left.

We arrived at the restaurant and were led to our table. Klaus pulls out a chair for me to sit down.

“I have another proposal for you, love.” Klaus smirks at me, as he takes his seat..

Resting my head in my hand I flirtishly flutter my long eyelashes at him. “Oh do tell.” I whisper seductively.

“I know you enjoy playing this game of risk we have going on and I wanted to ask if you wanted to take it to the next step?”

“And what did you have in mind?” I purred.

“Dominant and Submissive.” Klaus says as he pulls a folded document from the pocket inside his suit jacket and slides it on the table.

Unfolding the document I gave it a glance. “Is this what I think it is?” I teased playfully.

“If you mean a Dominant/Submissive contract then yes.” He replies with a smirk.

“Give it a read when you get home.” He adds.

A waiter comes and puts down a champagne bucket filled with ice and places champagne flutes in front of each of us, lifts the bottle from the ice pops the cork and fills each glass up around three-quarters full.

“A toast, here’s to my new business negotiator.” Klaus says raising his glass in the air.

“Cheers.” We say in unison and clink glasses together.

Shortly after our toast another waiter appeared and took our orders, Klaus ordered a medium rare steak while I ordered a mushroom risotto. Whilst we were waiting for our food we discussed a little business.

“I will get in touch with the Salvatore office tomorrow to see if we can get a meeting to renegotiate the business deal we had with them previously before your little mishap. And what have we learned about taking representatives out for dinner?” I told him, sipping my drink.

“Not to do such a thing, especially if the boss fancies them.” Klaus replied with a chuckle.

“Exactly. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

The rest of the evening was lovely. Our meals were simply divine and Klaus ended the evening with a walk through the local park nearby from my apartment complex. The fresh air and the cooling temperature was the perfect pairing to this night. As we walked through the park, Klaus draped his overcoat over my shoulders.

“Seems you can be a gentleman when the time arises.” I teased.

“Y/N love, you bring out the best in me.”

“Don’t get sappy on my now Klaus.” I replied and planted a kiss to his cheek, the stubble on his face tickled my lips.

As the night came to a close Klaus walked me back to my apartment, said our goodbyes, planted the contract firmly in my hands and parted ways. Draping my jacket over the back of the couch I slipped off my shoes and padded to my bedroom.

Laying on the bed I glanced at the contracts first page.

Contract Made this day _____ of 2020 (‘The Commencement Date’) Between Mr Niklaus Mikaelson of 259 Wellington Road, Richmond Virginia (‘The Dominant’) And Miss Y/N L/N of 173 of Lambeth Avenue, Richmond Virginia (‘The Submissive’) BOTH THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS 1. The following are the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive. FUNDAMENTAL TERMS 2. The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow both the Dominant and the Submissive to explore his/hers sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect for his/her needs, limits and well-being. 3. Both the Dominant and the Submissive agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this agreement will be confidential and subject to the agreed terms and safety measures set out in the contract. (Any additional requirements may be agreed in writing with prior notice.)

I took a breather from reading. It seems that Klaus was serious about this but from looking at it, it seemed to be a general contract agreeing terms and limits. Nothing too difficult. I glanced at the clock seeing the time was close to midnight and settled back continuing to read what I was going to get myself into.

I went into the office as normal the next morning and arrived before Klaus which was no shocker there, as I made my way to my desk I switched on my computer and headed off to the break room to make myself my usual cup of coffee. Returning with coffee in hand I sat in my chair and loaded up Klaus’ schedule for the day, seeing that he had a reasonable free afternoon I slotted in a meeting appointment at half three. Writing the added change to his day on a postit note I walked into his office and stuck it to his computer monitor and left. After reading through the contract last night it got me thinking about some of the much needed changes and a ‘business meeting’ would be the perfect place to do so.

About thirty minutes later Klaus walked into the office and stood at my desk whilst I was on the phone to Stefan’s assistant Katherine, but she currently put me on hold and I was getting bored and starting to twiddle the phone cord around my finger.

“Who are you on the phone to?” He asked in a low tone.

“No, hello Y/N you look nice this morning or thank you for last night I had a lovely time?” I said sarcastically, giving him an eye roll.

“Hello Y/N, you look lovely this morning and thank you for last night.” Klaus deadpanned.

I gave him a smirk. “I’m trying to get a meeting with Stefan and or Damon, but their secretary is currently giving me the run around. She is getting on my last nerve.”

“Oh hello. Yes this is Y/N, still calling from Mikaelson Enterprises.” I replied into the phone trying to hold back the sarcasm.

“I’m afraid that Stefan can’t make any further meetings for the foreseeable future.”

And with that the line went dead.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled, slamming the phone back into the receiver. Huffing and then leaning back in my chair crossing my arms.

“What did she say?” Klaus asked as he motioned for me to come into his office.

Getting up from my chair I followed him. “Said that Stefan can’t make any future meetings. Katherine Pierce is one fickle bitch, I have no idea how her and Elena are actually related.”

“Pardon?” Klaus says with an uneasy look on his face.

“Don’t tell me you’ve slept with her too?” I laughed.

“Go on about how her and Elena Gilbert are related.”

“Ok so Katherine and Elena are twins but their biological mother gave them up as babies. They were both adopted by two different families. But somehow managed to both work for Damon and Stefan. Katherine is Stefan’s assistant whilst Elena is Damon’s.” I explained.

“You know the ins and outs don’t you?”

“We secretaries have our own world and we all get along...usually. Anyway you have your scheduled meeting with Elijah in an hour and then I presume you and Kol will be off to the distillery before your appointment at half-past three. So don’t drink too much, you’ll need to be sober to think.”

“I don’t have any meetings this afterno…” Klaus started but I motioned for him to look at his monitor with my finger.

“I have a meeting this afternoon.” He stated.

“Oh he reads, you make me so proud.” I said sarcastically.

The morning had gone without a hitch and Klaus and Kol had indeed left for the distillery and I carried on doing my jobs for the day. And both brothers came back to the office around five minutes before our meeting.

Klaus swung by my work space. “Can you show the client to the meeting room and I will be along shortly. Just need to go to the little boy's-room love.”

I nodded. “It’s already set up, enjoy your meeting.” I replied with a sly smile as he already turned his back and headed to the toilets.

Seeing my opportunity I got up and picked up a folder and headed to the meeting room and took a seat at the head of the table, setting out my contract with the notes I had made along with a pen.

Klaus walked into the office two minutes later and well the look on his face was a picture worth keeping. “Not the kind of meeting I had in mind love.”

“What a better way to test drive my new position in the company.” I stated, straightening my posture.

Clearing his throat Klaus took a seat at the other end of the table, spotting a clean copy of the contract in front of him along with a pen. “So Y/N love, this is your meeting. Proceed when you're ready.”

“Alright, so page 1. There is a typo mistake in my last name. Please change it.” I said glancing from my notes to Klaus.

Hearing the pen make a note on the page. “An oversight love, I promise.”

“Next is page 3. The Submissive shall submit to any sexual activity demanded by the Dominant and shall do so without hesitation or argument. Demanded?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes demanded.” He deadpans.

“Ok, so page 5. Appendix 3. Soft limits.”

“Following you love.” He says.

“See anal fisting?” I asked plainly.

“Yes?” Klaus replied, looking up smirking.

“Strike it out.” I said coldly.

He let out a huff. “As you wish.”

“You can cross out vaginal fisting whilst you’re at it.” I told him, eyeing him up and down.

“You positive love?” He asked, playfully.

“Crystal.”

“And whilst we are on that page. Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive? Vibrators? Ok. Dildo’s? Fine, but I do prefer the real thing. If you know what I mean. Genital Clamps? Absolutely not, whilst I am all for spicing up my sex life clamps of any sort are not wanted nor appreciated.”

“Consider it done Y/N love.” Klaus said in a seductive gravely tone.

Klaus takes a moment and gets up from his seat, he heads to the cupboard in the room and pulls out a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. He pours two glasses and places one in front of me and then returns to his seat.

“Getting me intoxicated won’t help your case Mr Mikaelson.” I said playfully.

He takes a sip from the glass. “No harm in one drink Miss L/N.” I said back.

“I’m impressed how dedicated you are to this meeting.”

“I handle your business meetings for a living now Klaus you don’t expect me to half arse it do you?”

“And that is why I have something else for you, you’re free to request it in the new version of the contract or it can be a verbal agreement between us. But how about I’ll pay you double for the three Saturdays you work?” He asked.

“I would say not to mix business and pleasure but it’s a little late for that don’t you? I’ll accept the double pay but let's not put that in writing, don’t want to give your brother or his lawyers the wrong idea.” I replied with a smirk.

“I assure you neither my brother nor his firm will lay a hand on this contract love.”

“Back to business then. Bondage? I’m ok with rope, leather cuffs and handcuffs are a fan favourite. Lose the tape and definitely the cable ties.” I stated.

“Not in a d.i.y mood then Y/N?” He teased.

I rolled my eyes at his comment.

“Does the Submissive content to accept the following forms of punishment/discipline? Biting? No, what are you an animal?”

He smirked.

“Genital clamps? We discussed this already. Hotwax? No. Ice? Sounds interesting wouldn’t see it as a punishment though. Whipping? Debatable.” I stated, following my finger as it glided down the page and stopped.

“Spanking? Well as long as I can call you Daddy.”

#klaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #fifty shades spin off #vampire diaries #the vampire diaries #human au #fanfiction #fanfic

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Idea: the support team was sent on a mission lu and mundy keep flirting with eachother while a very done medic is trying to keep them focus

Excellent idea! I probably could have turned it into a long story but I have other plans for now. Thanks for the idea though! And here it is: the support mercenaries off to rob a museum of an Australium piece for the Admin! I hope you’ll enjoy it! :D

"You remember what you have to in there, ja?" Medic asked from the van.

It was the middle of the night and the Administrator had been very clear. The support classes had to go to that museum at night and retrieve an artefact that was made of Australium.

"Yeah, and you remember what you have to not do in my van?" Sniper answered and saw Spy roll his eyes.

"Not touch anything, ja, now go, and keep me posted."

"Can you see us clearly, Medic?" Spy asked.

"Yes, those thermal binoculars work wonders. I should probably include that functionality in my glasses. Imagine how simple procedures would be if one could just see the temperature of the patient in real time! That would surely-"

"Medic?" Spy interrupted him.

"Yes, yes, I know, sorry."

Spy rolled his eyes and Sniper smothered his own chuckles.

"Bien." Spy looked at Sniper. They were against the museum walls, on the outside. "Sniper, you let me go first, I will unlock the window on the East for you. By which point, you enter and wait for me. Be careful, there will be two guards in there. I will signal you and-"

"I know, I'll take one down and you get the other one…"

"Do you have your equipment at the ready?"

"Yeah, always."

"Have you made sure you have the tranquilisers instead of the real bullets?"

"Spook…"

"I must insist. This is your first sneaking mission. One wrong move and we are caught."

"Who's gonna catch us if they're all asleep?" Sniper asked.

"You never know." Spy's eyes flashed in the night and they exchanged a smile. "Alright, I will get in, boost me up, please."

"Right…" Sniper leaned his back against the wall and got himself into position. Spy approached and put his foot in the Aussie's hands.

"One, two, and three!"

Sniper pushed on his feet and thighs and practically launched Spy in the air. He caught the windowsill with the tip of his gloved fingers and slipped in.

"You in?" Sniper asked and Spy heard him through his earpiece.

"Oui." Spy started slithering in the dark museum, looking for the control room to power off the building.

"You put on some weight, Spook."

"When did you ever carry me?"

"Last week, Friday night, you ended up more drunk than Demo, I had to carry you to your room."

"Nonsense." Spy whispered.

"Nah, you were way past drunk… Also, I'm next to the East window and waiting."

"I might have been tipsy but I don't remember you complaining that you had to carry me. On the contrary, you enjoyed yourself. Besides, I can see the control room. There is one guard outside."

Sniper heard a muffled gunshot noise through his earpiece.

"Not anymore, unless you missed your shot, eh?"

"I didn't and I usually don't. You of all people should know that I never miss my target." Spy answered. "I'm going in the control room."

"That's not what you said last night when you were all 'Oh, Monsieur Sniper, I miss you, ohlalaaa…'!"

Spy reloaded his gun with a suppressor as the body of yet another guard fell limply on the floor.

"First, I never call you 'Monsieur Sniper.'"

Medic rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Uhm, maybe we could focus on the task at hand, Spy and Sniper?" He asked.

"But we are." Spy put his gloved finger on a button. "Sniper, get ready to come in in three, two, one and, go."

He pressed the button and all the power in the building shut off. Then, he went to the East wing of the building, bodies falling after him as he slithered along the walls, as silent as a shadow. When he reached the room, he opened the door and the two guards who were at the table, playing a game of cards, raised their heads.

"Bonsoir, Messieurs." He said with the most smug smile before raising his gun and shooting one of them.

[Good evening, Gentlemen.]

Sniper stepped out of the shadow and shot the other one with his blowgun. Both guards fell to the floor.

"You took your time, darl'." Sniper taunted.

"Ah, that is a first." Spy's eyebrows jumped but his smirk remained.

"What?"

"I have rarely heard you complain about me taking my time, hm?" Spy winked and turned on his heels to exit the room.

Sniper followed him closely and smiled while Medic who was still in Sniper's van rolled his eyes again after he saw Sniper's body temperature rise. They walked in the corridors of the museums, priceless paintings, sculptures and knick-knacks all around them.

"Y'know where we're supposed to find the thing the Admin wants?" Sniper asked.

"Not exactly. We just know that it is in the East wing, so keep your eyes peeled for any golden object."

"Well, I got my eyes on another masterpiece, eh…"

Spy turned and saw Sniper staring at his backside. He smirked and turned again to walk as elegantly as a cat, swinging his hips seductively.

"Such a tease you are, Spook."

"Am I?" He answered arrogantly as he stopped in front of a glass showcase.

"Tssk…" Sniper joined him and slipped his hand in Spy's back pocket on his backside.

"Sniper…"

"What?"

"Your hand."

"What about it?"

"There are signs everywhere in the museum. Have you read any of them?" Spy asked with a smirk.

"Nah, I was told to be here to rob the bloody place, not to do some Sunday afternoon tourism, love."

"The signs say 'Do not touch the works of art.' So remove you hand, please." Spy teased.

"Oi, oi, that only works for their stuff. This," Sniper squeezed Spy's backside in his palm and Medic saw a jump on Spy's body temperature. "This is mine, not theirs, so they can bugger off with their signs, I'm keepin' my hand where it is."

Spy chuckled.

"I'd put it somewhere else but Medic would hear ya likin' it. Not really decent, eh?" Sniper added.

"Ahem, Spy, Sniper, please, do you see the artefact?"

"We are standing in front of it." Spy answered as he pointed in the showcase.

"It's a vase?" Sniper asked.

"Oui." Spy picked the lock of the glass door and made it slide open. "Here, we have it." Spy put it in Sniper's bag.

"Gut. Now come back here before the guards wake up."

[Good]

"Don't worry, I prepared those darts. They're powerful enough to put a hippo to sleep." Sniper answered.

"Does that mean we have some time?" Spy asked.

"No!" Medic answered.

"Yeah." Sniper contradicted him.

"Très bien," Spy took Sniper's hand in his and slid his fingers between his. "Medic, I would recommend you take a break."

[Very well]

"Spy, don't be foolish now, you have the artefact, get out!"

"Take a nap maybe, or listen to some music." Spy turned to Sniper and lazily laced his arms around his neck as he addressed Medic. Sniper smirked, he knew where it was all going just by looking at Spy's half-lidded eyes…

"Ach… Fine, I'll remove my earpiece too. How long will you take before coming back?" Medic asked and Spy looked up at Sniper.

"We have a few hours." Sniper answered.

"Then, count a couple of hours." Spy said, his smirk never disappearing and at that, they all disconnected their earpieces. "I think you did well for your first sneaking mission."

"Well, you could take example then, eh?" Sniper's hands slid and kneaded Spy's sides.

"You have grown quite arrogant, mon amour."

[My love]

"I learn from the best." Sniper bent down and took Spy by his lips, making him melt in a moan.

"Shall we have a free tour…?" Spy suggested.

"Yeah, that first." Sniper answered and they started walking around.

"And then what?" Spy asked.

"Oh come on, you're the one who asked for extra time here."

"And you're the one who loaded the tranquilizer darts way too much."

"Yeah, it's almost as if I knew we'd want extra time here, you and me, eh?" Sniper teased.

"Indeed, and why do you think I would want that?"

"Cause you wanna do it in a museum, while we rob it." Sniper answered with a chuckle.

"Why do you laugh at me? Don't you like the thrill of it?"

Sniper stopped walking and turned to Spy. He pushed him against the nearest wall and put his hands back on Spy's waist. The Frenchman was powerfully sandwiched between the wall and his lover.

"I do, yeah. But you've also been teasin' me too much…"

"Was it effective?" Spy asked as if he didn't already know the answer.

"You're too bloody sexy when you smirk like that…" Sniper said as he held Spy's chin between his fingers.

"Am I…?" Spy teased further and that did the trick. Sniper bent down and kissed him, crushing him against the wall on all his body. A satisfied moan escaped Spy's lips and as Medic took a glimpse through the binoculars, he saw two very hot and very close bodies.

He facepalmed and threw the binoculars away before sighing and leaning back on his seat, to take a nap. He turned on the radio to drown what his mind could hear from Sniper and Spy even if his ears couldn't.

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chrispevanss · 4 years

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A/N: Here you guys go! This is my first foray into Lance Tucker smut. For all intents and purposes, the reader in this story is 20 and Lance is 35. This is smut, so 18+ only, sorry not sorry kids. The gymnastics references I make here I pulled from some quick internet research so don’t come for me if I’m wrong.

Warnings: filthy smut, language, and oral (fem rec).

He’s slime. Abhorrent, vile, putrid, a down right dick. He’s rude, he’s arrogant, he’s disgusting, and heartless. But damn, if he isn’t the hottest goddamn piece of ass you’ve ever laid eyes on, with a bedroom reputation that preceded him.

“Could be better,” Lance deadpanned. He crossed his arms across his broad chest and his eyes, unimpressed, scanned the length of your body. You scoffed and took a long sip from your water bottle.

“Could be better?” You mocked. Your hands defiantly rested on your hips, wispy tendrils framed your face.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” You wanted to wipe that smug smile off his stupid face. “Try this.”

Before you could blink, your coach was sprinting down the mat in front of you and pushing off the springboard into the vault, finishing with a flawless Tsukahara.

“That’s what they’re going to expect at The Games, kitten,” Lance flashed you a toothy smile and adjusted the chain around his neck.

“Don’t call me that.” You spat, lowering yourself to the floor to stretch your legs out. His eyes didn’t move from your form. ‘Probably gonna tell me what I’m doing wrong’ You thought to yourself as you bent your upper body in half over your outstretched leg.

“Lookin hot, but don’t bow your back like that. You’re gonna fuck it up and Lance Tucker doesn’t produce fucked up girls.”

“Yeah. You just fuck em.” You scoffed standing up and walking to your bag at the edge of the mat.

“Same time tomorrow?” You asked, pulling your silk track pants up over your leotard and slipping on your white sneakers.

“I didn’t say we were done.” He remarked, folding his arms over his chest once more. “You know you don’t get to leave until your routine is perfect.” A smug grin crawled across his face, you rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Lance. It’s 7:30!” You whined dropping your bag to the floor again and toeing out of your sneakers.

“And I told you. You don’t get to leave until it’s perfect. Tucker Gymnastics only produces perfect.” He sneered, yanking your bag from the floor and tossing it to the edge of the mat. You peeled your track pants off and tossed them in a pile next to your bag.

“Uneven bars. Now.” He barked, gesturing to the bars as you sauntered over.

You looked up, sucked in a deep breath and leapt. Your hands wrapped around the bar and you boosted yourself up, nearly flawless.

“Show me a kip,” Lance glanced at his watch, disinterested. You swung your legs into a kip, letting yourself breathe when you heard Lance’s tongue click of approval.

“Hip circle.” He sighed. You lifted yourself up and then let yourself fall forward. Circling the bar, you held yourself for a moment, catching your breath before Lance barked at you again.

“What the fuck was that?” His eyes were wild. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“A fucking hip circle, Lance.”

“Get down. Let me show you how it’s done, again.” He was exasperated, and let out an annoyed sigh as you lowered yourself to the mat in front of him.

“Alright, Lance. Show me how it’s done.” You crossed your arms over your chest. Lance shed his obnoxiously red jacket and boosted himself up into the bars. You bit your lip as he moved around them, sinfully almost. His arms flexed, a light sheen of sweat shone across his forehead.

“Take a picture. It lasts longer and you might learn how to do the routine properly.” He flashed you a smile before he shrugged his jacket back over his thick biceps.

“Go on. Do it.” He gestured. You huffed and stalked towards the bars.

“I’ll do it once and then you let me go, whether it’s perfect or not.” You bargained, staring up at the bars.

“Who said you made the rules now?” Lance quipped back. You bent your knees and leapt towards the bar, wrapping your hands around the cool wood.

“I did. You’re not the boss of me, Tucker.” You grunted, situating yourself and leaning forward, letting your weight carry you around the bar.

“Get down.” Lance barked before you were even through. You breathed a sigh of relief and lowered yourself to the mat. You crossed the blue padding and came to stand in front of your coach. He loomed over you, eyes wild and angry.

“W-what is it?” You stuttered.

“What did you fucking say to me?” He snarled, stepping closer. You could smell his expensive cologne mixed with a little bit of sweat, and dear god was it intoxicating.

“I said. You’re. Not. My. Boss.” You placed your hands on your hips defiantly and furrowed your brow.

“Excuse me? You really think you’re going to wow the judges at the games with that kind of attitude, kitten?” Lance smirked and stepped back. All traces of anger left his voice leaving you confused.

“I did the routine once, and now I’m leaving!” You huffed.

“And I didn’t say you could make the rules, girl,” Lance sneered and gripped your elbow. You yanked your arm away and scowled at your coach. His striking blue eyes were wild, his hair, perfect, save for a single tendril that curled above his eyebrow. And his lips. God, those lips.

“Fuck you, Tucker!” You growled, pulling him close and pushing your lips onto his. His calloused hands gripped your upper arms as he licked into your mouth.

A moan slipped through your lips, your hands slid up Lance’s body, the body that was chiseled by the gods themselves, to wind around his neck. He swallowed your moan, pressing his body closer to yours. You pulled away, out of breath, lips swollen.

“We shouldn’t..” You started, looking down at the floor. You dug your nearly polished toes into the mat, almost ashamedly.

“Hey.” Lance grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, giving you a small smile. “Don’t be sorry. You’re right, we shouldn’t..but it doesn’t mean I totally hated it.” A smirk danced across his lips and you couldn’t help but hug him, breathing in the intoxicating cocktail of his cologne and natural musk.

“But…” He continued, pulling away, holding you at an arm’s length. His eyes were blown dark with lust, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t made an absolute mess of your leotard by now.

“Yeah?” You asked hopefully. You wrapped your hands around his forearms and bit your lip.

“Come here,” He grunted, turning and pulling you toward his dimly lit office. Your bag abandoned, but you couldn’t seem to care right now. He slammed the door and pressed you against it, slamming his lips against yours once again.

He fumbled with the straps of your leotard, grunting in frustration and then relief as they slid down your shoulders, releasing your breasts, or ‘dream killers’ as he so lovingly called them, from their lycra and spandex confinement. He pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger making you yelp softly in response.

“God, these are perfect.” Lance whispered leaning down and taking a single pebbled nipple into his mouth. You groaned softly and slid your hands through his perfect hair. He rutted his growing arousal against your leg, you reached down and untied the waistband of his track pants. Lance released your nipple with a satisfying pop and smugly looked up at you. He moved your hands and slid his pants and underwear down his thick thighs.

“Fuck.” You breathed out. His cock hung heavy between his legs, the tip glistened with precum. You could see the endings of a tattoo near the neatly-trimmed thatch of pubic hair at the base.

Before you could blink, Lance shed the rest of his obnoxious red uniform and pulled your leotard down in one fell swoop, leaving you exposed. You moved a hand to cover yourself, preserve what little modesty you could but Lance grabbed it first.

“Don’t. You’re beautiful,” He whispered, taking your lips in another kiss. He grabbed handfuls of your ass, his lips traveled down the column of your neck, and your own fingers carded through his perfectly gelled hair.

“Please, Lance.” You practically sobbed in pleasure. But he wasn’t going to give in that easily. He laid you on the couch in his office and spread your legs, marveling at how wet and swollen you were. One long finger dragged up your slit, catching on the hood of your clit making your back arch and a litany of obscene moans escape your lips.

“Is this all for me?” He smirked up at you, bending forward and sliding his tongue through your wet folds. He moaned at the taste, you moaned at the sparks of pleasure that exploded behind your eyes. He sucked gently on your clit and slid two thick fingers into your sopping entrance. You ground against his palm, desperate for some form of release but Lance Tucker wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Come on, Lance!” You cried, fisting your hands in his hair pulling him closer to where you so desperately needed him. He gave a kitten lick to your over sensitive clit, shoving his fingers deeper inside you.

“I think.” He removed his fingers, much to your chagrin, sucking your slick off them. “I think I like hearing you beg.” He whispered in your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth and tugging softly.

“Fuck me,” You growled softly, reaching between your bodies and wrapping your fist around his cock. A strangled gasp slipped through his lips and his head fell to your shoulder as you slid your hand across the tip, smearing the precum that beaded up.

“I wanna feel you,” Lance grunted, moving your hand and rutting his arousal against your sloppy cunt. You groaned in frustration and keened your hips upwards toward him. He slipped the tip in, just enough to stretch you and let you feel him, but not enough to fully satiate your growing hunger.

You grunted in frustration, “I swear to God Lance, you better get inside me right now!”

“I am inside you, darling.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he bent down to kiss your neck.

“Just the tip. Nothing special” You sighed in exasperation knowing (hoping) that your passiveness would ignite something in him.

“Nothing special, my ass!” He groaned sliding all the way in, his balls resting snugly against your ass. You moaned when he bottomed out, your nails dug into his biceps. He rolled his hips, growling as your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He let out a half hearted laugh as he spread your legs wider, pressing his weight on them and began thrusting. You chewed on your lower lip, sliding your hands up to wrap around his neck.

“Oh fuck, Tucker!” You grunted in time with his thrusts, your back bowed. The flared head of his cock slammed against your cervix in the most delicious way and you weren’t sure you were going to last long.

Lance bent his head forward and took a nipple in his mouth, laving at it gently with his tongue, thrusts never faltering. His other hand pulled lightly at your opposite nipple causing you to cry out.

“That’s it, baby,” He crooned “Lemme hear those pretty little noises.” He snapped his hips, hard, making you gasp.

“F-Fuck. Oh god, Tucker!!” Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as his thrusts became sloppier, less precisioned. He was close, but he wasn’t letting you off that easy.

In what seemed like one movement, he pulled out, bent you over the back of the couch, and slid back in. He felt even bigger from this angle, hitting that spongy sweet spot inside you with every thrust, making you cry out obscenities with each movement.

Lance slid an arm around your front, kissing the top of your back softly he began to rub your clit in circles. You white knuckled the espresso colored leather and pushed back, wanting to feel all of him.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum?” He whispered in your ear. Pleasure overwhelmed you and you could only nod. “Use your words, little one or you don’t get to cum.”

“Yes! Tucker! Please let me cum!” His hips slammed against your ass, you were sure to have bruises in the morning but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He gently pinched your clit, bending forward to kiss your neck softly.

“Cum.” He whispered in your ear. Your walls clenched down around him as the tidal wave of your orgasm began to crest. His whispered praises in your ear spurred you on even more, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You fell slack against the couch, chest heaving. Lance managed half a dozen more sloppy thrusts before spilling inside of you. His cum slicked down your thighs and you moaned at the sensation as he pulled you to lie next to him on the couch.

“Holy shit.” You laughed softly, one hand lay on Tucker’s chest, your head gently on his shoulder.

“I think I’d give that routine a perfect 10.” Lance laughed softly. “I’ve wanted that for a long time.” He confessed rubbing your upper arm and kissing your head. You smiled in agreement and leaned up to take his lips in a chaste kiss.

“So was that just a one time thing? I know you’re pretty strict with your no boys rule.” You giggled, chewing on your lip hopefully.

“I think I can make an exception to that rule just for you.” Lance smiled, a genuine smile and laid a soft kiss on your forehead. You snuggled in closer, breathing in his cologne and the slightest bit of sweat. Lance slid an arm around your waist, pulling you as close as he could. He grabbed a spare blanket from the arm of the couch and draped it over both of you. You kissed his chest gently and let yourself begin to drift off to sleep in his embrace.

“I love you, Lance” You yawned.

“I love you too”

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smuttymess · 4 years

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bts astro soulmate reading | for brie

sign: aries sun | taurus moon | cancer rising

lover: Jung Hoseok | soulmate: Kim Seokjin

This reading is for Brie, a Jin bias with Namjoon as a wrecker. I can’t tell you how much Iove a woman that loves our fine ass hyungs. Thanks for waiting, and please enjoy <3

Those born under an Aries Sun and Taurus Moon are a truly powerful force and are considered one of the prized fighters of the zodiac. You are extremely independent and move through the world on your own terms, craving stability - both emotionally and financially - but also artistic and creative expression/freedom, traits which are often at odds with each other. Your Aries Sun is spontaneous, excitable, and determined while your Taurus Moon you patient, grounded, and rooted in reason. While you may have struggled with striking a balance between these two ideals throughout your life, over time it is likely that you've learned to harness your enthusiasm and focus, understanding how to both dream and do in a practical manner. Your watery Cancer rising brings softness and raw emotion to the tangible, grounded nature of your fire and earthy persona. While you are extremely driven towards your goals, Cancer makes you outwardly emotional, expressing your wide range of moods, making you inherently human and more endearing to everyone in your orbit. Highly charming, charismatic, and emotionally intelligent, you are a natural born leader amongst your friends, family and colleagues, likely finding ways to merge your need for artistry and creativity with something that draws a profit. You know how to speak simply about your many entrepreneurial ideas, but with an energy that makes people believe that your words hold authenticity and weight. And as a true caring and sensitive nature of your Cancer rising, that sincerity is your super power.

You, dear Aries, know how to get what you want in life without being overly pushy or manipulative, your passionate yet calm nature typically making people see things your way. This comes in handy in your work life where you lead teams and spearhead projects but also in any social setting. Your demeanor naturally attracts swaths of new fans and admirers in spaces where your communication prowess is able to shine. As a result, you are a bit spoiled - your Taurus moon is quite stubborn and occasionally inflexible when faced with opposing opinions while your Cancer rising makes you particularly sensitive to others viewpoints. While at a dinner party with some coworkers you can't help but feel your blood boiling as you sit across the table from Jung Hoseok, a mutual acquaintance and the life of the party whose sole purpose seems to be to toy with you, playfully pressing your buttons and watching you come undone. He is opinionated, unapologetic, smart, and not hanging off of every word you say - offering up valid retorts to your arguments and having fun doing it. Loving a challenge, you can't can't help but find yourself trying to bring him to see your side of things, resulting in an intellectual sparring match that everyone else can't help but observe. You can't help but be drawn to his striking features as he retorts: the sharpness of his jaw, the darkness of his eyes, his clearly intelligent mind and charisma to match yours. Your Taurus Moon and Cancer rising generally makes you more of a romantic, valuing a long-term relationship over a short term fling with a handsome stranger. But there is something about Hoseok: you don't know much about him, but you definitely want to fuck his brains out sooner rather than later.

Luckily, that is exactly what this Aquarius has in mind as he calls for his car after leaving the second bar where you've ended your night, his hands moving steadily up your back and lets out hisses against your neck. You melt into his grip, your hard Cancer shell crumbling while he whispers into your ear. Show me more of that fire, won't you? And you do, shoving him against the leather interior of his backseat as his fingers move to roll up the partition. In mere seconds you are devouring each other, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck and down to your nipples, licking each one and making you shudder before slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of your skirt and your panties. You can feel his hardness pressed between your legs, and want nothing more than to feel him deeper as his fingers expertly work your clit before finding your center. Eyes locked, you fuck yourself against his fingers while he stares up at you with awe and pure, unadulterated lust. In this moment and the weeks that follow you two are in game of who can drive each other the craziest, your competitive egos more than happy to play. This is the first in a series of wild nights of you getting fucked in various public locations - bars, restaurant bathrooms, dressing rooms - his fingers in your mouth as he stifles your frenzied moans as he makes you cum back to back. Your inhibitions cease to exist when Hoseok is involved, igniting a certain energy in you that has you practically always craving his cock.

For Aquarius Hoseok, sex is a sport, a means of expressing energy and physicality and not necessarily love in the way that you would prefer. His Mars is in Aquarius, making him at times detached and impulsive in relationships. You are impatient, wanting more of a commitment after so much incredible sex and time spent while Hoseok only plays on his terms and no one else's. Ultimately, you can recognize are interested in a more traditional, solidified relationship which the airy, less emotional Aquarius can provide. While your emotional disconnect does not equip you for long-term love, the sex is something that you can't (and don't) give up easily, reuniting with him whenever you see his name pop across your phone. I land tomorrow, can I take you out? You never say no.

One of the main pleasure-seekers of the zodiac, your sign is often seeking out life's finest things from sex and food to travel and new experiences. Your refined taste lends itself to adventures including international jaunts (Aries kryptonite) and of course the most delicious food a city has to offer. It is no surprise when, on a trip of Seoul, that you find yourself booked at the restaurant owned by the infamous Kim Seokjin - its had nothing but rave reviews. Its on this particular night that the owner is making a surprise appearance as a maitre'd, a no-phones policy keeping the vibe intimate but still lively and high-spirited. You are drawn to his effortless Sagittarius confidence, the way that he so easily plays to the guests and the fans that occupy each table as the soju flows and the delicious scenes float around the room. As one of the last tables to dine, an adorably tipsy and flushed Seokjin slides into your booth, asks you how you enjoyed yourself. In the moment it is hard for for you to pretend that you were focusing on anything else that night but the breadth of his shoulders in his button up, the way sweat formed on his brow as he sauntered from table to table, or the generally perfect nature of his face. You are both sugar and spice, singing high praises of the meal and atmosphere while flashing him a fiery stare, suggesting you're interested in more than food. Seokjin bites, equally curious in getting to know what lies beneath that Capricorn exterior. I'm hosting a smaller gathering for my chef to present a new tasting menu - would love to have you.

Your Aries and Jin's Sagittarius Suns have multitudes of acquaintances but only few close friends, and are not ones to commit to anyone or anything too soon emotionally. Yes, you're both big softies beneath a cool exterior but you have been hurt before and therefore have incredibly high standards for the people you involve yourself with romantically. As a result, your dates are proper and curated and of course competitive - think go-carting or mini golf and a four-course dinner, and a chance to get to really know each other beyond the physical even if its just a few dates (you're both impatient). You can hardly wait when you find yourself backed against his front door after you return from that evening's date, a whimper escaping you as he pushes his body firmly against yours as he leans in to trace your lips with his. Stopping just short of a kiss, he smiles at your desperation. I'm going to show you how much I hate losing. You're happy to show him up more often if it means more nights like this: your legs pinned up by your shoulders as Jin thrusts into you softly and deeply until you're cumming mercilessly onto his cock, grabbing onto his thick hair and broad back to stabilize yourself. The hot sex launches you into a relationship that starts off very fun, light-hearted but over time moves into something more serious - something you both likely didn't expect but are happy to fall into.

Jin's Saturn in Aquarius makes him a very diligent, dedicated worker - its one contributor to his major career success - and he likes to enjoy the benefits of his hard work. He very much a provider in the traditional sense, in that he wants to take care of the ones he loves with no questions asked. Jin is happy to provide you with the financial stability you require, as long as it makes you free to pursue more creative, perhaps less lucrative endeavors. For the Sagittarius man in love, you can't put a price tag on joy - the limit does not exist, and this is only aided by his romantic Capricorn Venus which just wants to make you smile by any means necessary. It is not that he is your sugar daddy by any means, he just instinctively wants to anything to make you happy. He enjoys watching your face light up while talking about a new entrepreneurial endeavor and ways to boost your shared wealth, our mind working a mile a minute as you work through your many ideas that he thinks are both crazy and brilliant. You often struggle to recognize your greatness and unlock your potential, something Seokjin's Aries Moon sees and understands on a deep level. His Aries Moon can make him impatient with you and relentless in making you see what he sees.

It's worth mentioning that while Aries holds their own in any relationship, your Taurus Moon is innately turned on by his ability to take care of you financially. He has no issue showering you with affection, gifts, or whatever you need - his Capricorn Venus pairing well with your Cancer rising which is the embodiment of sensitivity, emotion and romance. For you, sex is a way in which you express your love, thinking of ways to satisfy and be satisfied in return. Even when you're the one dressed head to toe in an angelic impossibly gorgeous white lingerie set he bought you when he walks through the door, you hold the reigns. I want to take care of you, baby. Let me do that, please? Your dynamic in bed is naturally one where you are more dominant, with Seokjin happy to lean back against the couch cushions and submit while you lower your lips onto his cock, your tongue swirling around the tip just how he likes it. Nothing is hotter to you than looking up at him, his eyes fixated on your lips as you swallow him - his groans picking up in fervor as you work your way up and down his length. Only you know how to get him this incredibly hard, practically ready to lose it before you climb on top of him sliding the fabric of your stockings to the side so you can take him in. The sex here is sexy but sweet, his lips sucking on your sensitive nipples as his hands gently roam your body to heighten the sensation of your bodies together. I like to think that Jin has a bit of a breeding kink, one that you're happy to indulge, his strong hands frantically gripping your hips and sweet nothings pouring out of his lips as he finishes in you. I love you so much, baby, so fucking much. Jin is insatiable, so there will always be rounds.

Aries and Sagittarius are two of the most passionate signs in the zodiac and you both need someone who endlessly fuels their respective fires. While their interests and careers may take them around the globe and to great heights, you two never stop having fun together. Once these signs go for it, they truly commit to making the best of their partnership, keeping the spark alive by all means necessary: with silly dance parties and hot tub sex in your winter chalet after days of snowboarding in Aspen. You require your finances and relationships, both romantic and familial, to be solid before you can focus on other areas of life, often obsessing over making sure these pieces are in place (looking at you, Taurus moon!) Luckily, Sag Jin is able to take your mind off of the money and onto less serious matters so you can enjoy all of life's little pleasures, of which he knows there are many. With your inner Aries/Taurus worlds battling for stability and adventure, your home needs to reflect each of these proclivities. Luckily, this sense of excitement and responsibility is something that you and Jin share, and you can both take comfort in knowing you could easily spend your Monday night curled up with a favorite movie or jetting off to Jeju Island for a day trip. Together, you cultivate a warm and inviting home that reflects your many travels and adventures, alongside all of the creature comforts you both need (RJ plushes galore). This pairing is one of uniqueness and a learned ability to not care what anyone thinks, allowing you to live peacefully in your own perfectly quirky, fun and beautiful world. Together, the fire of Aries and spontaneous, highly adaptable nature of Sag makes for a strong duo that can achieve great things so long as they have a business manager handling all of their affairs - making sure they don't go too overboard along the way.

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remywrites5 · 4 years

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Hey for the love ask could you do one drarry with 26. Broken... Thanks :)

Draco had always known this day would come. He had been foolish to believe that anything between himself and Harry would be lasting. It had been an uphill climb for years and finally they were rolling back down to the bottom. Nothing more to be said, Draco sat on the bed they had shared for the past three years and watched Harry pack up his things.

Harry kept glancing over at Draco, his mouth opening and then closing again, like doing a slow motion impression of a fish. If this had been normal circumstances Draco might have quipped something to tease Harry about it. Instead he waited to see if Harry would find some of that Gryffindor courage and spit out whatever he’d been trying to say for the past ten minutes.

Draco concentrated on his breathing, in for six and out for ten. He was not going to fall apart over this. He was not going to cry in front of Harry. He was better than that. The Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy was not going to sob like a child just because his boyfriend of three years was breaking up with him.

“Where will you stay?” Draco finally managed to ask after another five minutes of Harry’s fish impression while Draco tried his best to keep his composure.

Harry pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “With Ron and Hermione until I find my own place.”

“Of course,” Draco said, looking down at his hands that were clasped together tightly.

He already dreaded the remarks he’d hear. It had taken him so long to build his reputation back up after the war. Eight years of never stepping a toe out of line, of working as hard as he could, watching his tongue. It had been five years of hard-earned trust and support from others before he’d even begun to date Harry. And he could admit that dating Harry had been a boost, shortening his ten year plan by quite a large margin. That hadn’t been why he’d done it though. He’d done it because of a schoolboy crush and a need to finally have a bit of his own. Since he was forced to behave at work it felt like being around Harry was the only time he truly felt like himself anymore.

Both working at the ministry had meant seeing more of Harry than he had felt comfortable with. But it couldn’t be helped and every time they met it got a little easier. Draco wasn’t quite sure when it happened but eventually it wasn’t difficult at all to talk to Harry or see him. In fact Draco had begun to look forward to running into Harry in the lifts or the corridors. It felt just like it had at school when Draco longed to run into Potter so he could make some rude remark and impress those around him. Although his comments were much more tame now that he was trying to act a certain way unless it was just the two of them.

The first time they’d gotten a drink together, Draco made it halfway through the evening before he realized Harry was flirting with him quite a lot. They’d always had a bit of back and forth, Harry’s sarcasm meeting Draco’s snide, the only person who had ever been able to truly match him. It had been a fun night, over before Draco had been ready, but they both left with a promise to do it again soon.

The snap of Harry’s trunk being closed pulled Draco out of his memory and he looked up to find Harry watching him. Draco raised an eyebrow challengingly to see if Harry was finally going to spit out what he’d been trying to say for the last half an hour.

“Are you going to be okay?” Harry asked softly.

Draco felt like all the air had been punched out of him at the question. He quickly recovered and forced a smile onto his face. “I’ll be fine, Harry.”

“Right,” Harry said, nodding solemnly. “Of course.”

Draco got to his feet as gracefully as possible and went to the kitchen so he wouldn’t have to see Harry pack up another one of his awful shirts. He put the kettle on, but decided he needed something stronger than tea, so he switched it off again. He opened up the fridge and pulled out one of Harry’s bottles of beer. Draco rarely drank beer as he found it distasteful but he was willing to make an exception under the circumstances. He went through the kitchen drawers looking for the bottle opener, growling lowly under his breath as he failed to find it.

“Next drawer over.”

Draco whirled around to find Harry standing in the doorway, a sad smile playing on his lips. He slid over to the next drawer and found what he was looking for. “Thank you,” he said primly, turning his back on Harry.

“You always were rubbish at using the kitchen,” Harry said affectionately.

Draco’s eyes slid closed as he brought the bottle to his lips and the heavy taste of the lager passed over his tongue and down his throat. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t start getting all nostalgic on me,” Draco hissed over his shoulder. “The relationship isn’t even officially over yet. It’s a bit soon to be looking back on it fondly.”

Harry sighed heavily. “Would you prefer I be cruel to you? Make this as messy as possible?”

“I would prefer,” Draco said, putting the bottle on its side in the sink and letting the disgusting contents pour out. “That you hurry up and be done with it. If you’re going to leave then leave. Stop mucking about and dragging it out. There’s clearly nothing I can say to change your mind so just go already.”

“Really?” Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can’t think of anything?”

Draco scowled at him. “If it had been something specific I had done then perhaps I would find a way to fix it. I can’t fix you feeling like something is wrong between us. You’ve given me no indication of what I even did so how am I to proceed, hmm?”

Harry huffed loudly and stared up at Draco, his green eyes hard and unwavering behind his glasses. “Draco – “

“Three years you never showed any signs that you were unhappy with our relationship,” Draco interrupted him, putting his hand up to stop the useless bile that would no doubt come springing from Harry’s mouth. “We’ve grown and changed and twisted our lives around each other and suddenly you don’t want to be entwined anymore.”

“I wasn’t exactly unhappy,” Harry said, grinding his teeth together in frustration. “Draco, I have no idea what you want from me. I’ve never known what you wanted. You don’t say it.”

Draco blinked in surprise and swallowed thickly. He’d always thought he’d been very plain with Harry of his intentions. They’d moved in together after a year of dating. Once Draco finished his ten year plan and people could see he was worthy of Harry, he would propose marriage. They’d be married by twenty-eight and perhaps when they were thirty discuss the possibility of children. He’d spoken of this plan with Harry before but maybe not in those specific terms. At the moment the goal was getting his reputation back. Had he really not divulged more than that to Harry?

“I can’t keep playing guessing games with you, Draco,” Harry said, sliding his fingers through his messy hair. “I’m sorry.”

Harry turned to leave and Draco’s hand shot out, grabbing the corner of Harry’s jumper. It was the one Molly had made for him last Christmas. Green to match his eyes and Draco liked to think it was slightly in honour of him as well. Clearly Harry had been looking for comfort when he put it on. “I love you,” Draco said, his voice breaking slightly as he said it for the first time. He’d never said those words, not those exact words in that order, but he’d thought Harry had known. Perhaps he’d been giving his boyfriend too much credit.

Harry’s shoulders slumped and he didn’t turn around. “Please don’t say that,” Harry said, shaking his head as it hung between his shoulders. “Three years and you’ve never said it. You can’t say it now just to keep me from leaving. That’s not fair.”

“Harry,” Draco said, sliding his hand up Harry’s arm and attempting to tug him back to him. He needed Harry to come back, to come closer. “I don’t say those words. I’ve never heard them before. Can you imagine my father saying that to me? Even my mother. You know them. Do you imagine the Manor was full of affection? Even if I’m not great at expression those exact words it doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.”

Harry allowed himself to be pulled to Draco, his hands on Draco’s chest. “But I’ve said them to you loads of times. You never say it back and I told myself for a long time it didn’t bother me, that you’d say them when you were ready. Three years is a long time to go without hearing them back, Draco. I thought…I thought you must not feel that way about me or you would have spoken up. I started to think you were only with me because it helped out your stupid plan.”

Draco wound his arm around Harry’s waist and slid closer to him until there was no space between them. “I do have plans for my future and all of them involve you. I thought I was showing you how much I cared for you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh?” he asked in amusement. “How exactly?”

“I let you get that horrendous muggle television,” Draco reminded him. “I pair up your socks when I do the laundry. I let us spend Christmas day at the Weasleys’ instead of with my parents. I always keep you distracted on Halloween so you don’t have to think about what that day signifies. I’ve hand washed dishes for you!”

Harry burst out laughing, shaking his head. “You absolute nutter,” he said, surging up and kissing Draco fervently. “I was supposed to know you loved me because you washed a dish?”

Draco glowered at him. “I didn’t have to hand wash it, you know.”

Harry snorted and buried his face in Draco’s neck, nuzzling him. “I should have known you’d pick the oddest bloody ways to show me you cared.”

“They weren’t that odd,” Draco grumbled defensively.

“How about we put learning to express human emotions into the life plan of yours, okay?” Harry teased, kissing Draco’s pulse point softly.

Draco huffed indignantly and slid his fingers through Harry’s hair. After years of longing to be close to Harry, he always enjoyed the feeling of having Harry pressed against him, being allowed to feel the warmth of him. “Does this mean you’ll stay with me?”

Draco felt Harry’s smile against his skin and it made Draco smile in return. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m staying.”

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