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duckybarnes1917 · 1 year

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Summary: Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, mommy kink, sub Bucky, dom reader, oral sex (m and f), teasing, begging not cum, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex, leather cuffs, color system

AN: My Valentine's Day fic this year also serves as my entry for @the-slumberparty week one I Spy challenge! I used the diamond necklace and leather cuffs. Also, this fic fills the enemies to lovers space (G3) on my @allcapsbingo bingo card!

Bucky had always hated you. Ever since you walked into the compound, showing off and flaunting all your assets. You were a good fighter; you didn't need to shove it in everyone's faces all the time. Every time he walked past the gym and saw you sitting on Sam's chest, pinning him down again, an ugly emotion coursed through Bucky. Your triumphant smile made him want to rip you off of Sam and show you a taste of your own medicine. But he always kept walking, doing his best to ignore you.

He didn't think it was possible to hate you even more. But once again, you proved him wrong in that department. You were late. Very late. Bucky paced around the loft he had been living in undercover. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his hair slicked back, perfectly in place. The mission called for him to pose as an art collector–with deep pockets and dark habits. He had been alone here for a month, slowly gaining the trust of the key players, and tonight was the night he was finally going to get the critical piece of information he needed. But there had been a hiccup. His mark, Zakaria Tate, had invited him to dinner. Not just any dinner, a Valentine's dinner. Date required. Bucky had begged Sam to send Yelena; her no-nonsense attitude would have made this super easy, but he declined. Bucky would have preferred that Sam himself joined him tonight over you. But Sam simply laughed and told him to suck it up. You were the only choice.

Bucky rechecked his watch just as you burst through his front door, again proving him wrong. Because he hated you even more in the crimson dress that hung to you like it was your skin.

"Don’t say it, Barnes. I know.” You pushed past him, heading toward the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of wine.

“You’re late,” Bucky said through grit teeth. He stalked over to you and ripped the glass from your hand.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long pull from the wine bottle instead. “It’s not my fault. This ridiculous lingerie took way too much work to get into.”

Bucky tensed, his eyes immediately moving from your face to scan your body. “Wh–why would you–”

You shrugged, picking up the gift box you had walked in with. “It helps sell the part. If we were really dating. And you were really taking me out for Valentine’s. And you were really giving me that gift over there.” You paused to point at the jewelry box Bucky had waiting by the front door. “Then I would really fuck you stupid at the end of the night.”

You smiled at him as you walked past, stroking his arm lightly with your hand.

Bucky swallowed thickly, turning to watch the sway of your ass. He hated how easily you made him feel like this. Like he would drop to his knees and do whatever you asked of him just for a taste.

To Bucky’s surprise, the dinner was going well. Zakaria loved you. That wasn’t surprising; everyone loved you except for him. But the character he was playing did–he needed to act the part. He swallowed his stubbornness and inched closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You smiled at him before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, there he is, my loving boyfriend. Thought you forgot you’re supposed to want to touch me.”

“Sorry, I’m not that good of an actor,” Bucky muttered.

You ignored him and turned back to the conversation at the table. Despite his snarky comeback, Bucky couldn’t help the shiver that went through him in response to your touch. Your voice low in his ear was something he could get used to.

Fuck.

No.

But his body was already reacting, squeezing your hip to pull you closer. You nuzzled into his side and placed your hand on his big thigh.

Bucky took a deep inhale; he could do this. He knew what you were doing and would not let you ruffle him.

But as soon as he relaxed, your thumb began slowly stroking his thigh. It was innocent–if he didn’t know you better. He gave you a sharp warning, but you wouldn’t look at him. Such a simple movement should not have had him turning to breathing exercises to keep himself from begging you to touch him more.

As if you could read his thoughts, your hand glided down to his knee and back, and again and again. It was becoming more challenging for Bucky to focus on what anyone at the table was saying and even harder to keep his eyes from stealing glances down your dress. He couldn’t help it, he had the perfect view, and he wanted to know what color your lingerie was–in the dark lighting, it looked red, and his cock swelled.

Shit.

“Baby–” you giggled when Bucky finally looked up from your tits. “Zakaria wants to see what you got me.”

“Oh–of course.” Bucky shook the lust off and handed you the jewelry box. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

God, his voice sounded like he had swallowed knives.

Get it together.

Genuine surprise flashed across your face as you picked up the glittering diamond necklace. Everyone at the table gasped in awe. That was the reaction Bucky had hoped for.

“Go on, put it on her.” Zakaria urged.

Bucky blushed as you turned your back to him and swept your hair out of the way. His hand was shaking as he drew the necklace around your neck; his fingers left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. Once he got it clasped, you turned to him and stuck your chest out. “How does it look?”

Bucky’s mouth watered as he looked at the diamonds glittering against your skin. The necklace dipped into your cleavage, and Bucky could see your nipples pebbled through the thin fabric of your dress. He hated how hard you made his cock. Hated that you would never do anything about it. Hated that he was always destined to imagine you fucking him while he stroked his cock alone.

Zakaria laughed, “I think our friend may be ready to leave our company.”

Fuck, was he being that transparent?

“Not before dessert,” you said, smiling mischievously.

Bucky wasn’t prepared for your lips to collide with his. You did it so fast; he wasn’t sure what had happened. By the time his brain caught up and he registered the soft warmth of your lips, you were already pulling back to whisper in his ear.

“If I liked you, Barnes–” you sighed longingly, the heat of your breath tickling his ear.

Bucky stared at you wide-eyed and begged silently for you to finish your thought. He needed it–for later.

The entire time you ate your dessert, Bucky could only think about what you had left unsaid. What would you do if you liked him? What did you want to do to him?

You threw back the last of your drink and suddenly flopped into Bucky’s lap–pretending to be the love-drunk girlfriend you were playing. You giggled, and Bucky helped you sit up; you used his leverage to scoot yourself into his lap. Bucky froze as your eyes snapped to his when your ass felt his sizeable bulge.

“Oh, you fucking wish,” you whispered against his lips, that glint that Bucky hated so much in your eyes.

Your smile looked predatory, and as hard as Bucky tried to find the hate inside himself that would allow him to push you off or at least come back with a witty response, all he could do was swallow down a whimper.

Your smile grew, and you pushed your chest against him while your fingers ran through his hair. “Is this–” you circled your hips to emphasize what you were referencing, “why you hate me so much? You just wanna fuck me?”

“Stop,” Bucky begged quietly; his grip on your waist tightened, but you kept squirming.

“Be a good boy, and I’ll go easy on you the rest of the night.”

Bucky couldn’t help himself, his hips pushed up against you, and he cursed under his breath. Your eyes darkened, and Bucky knew he had indeed given himself away now. Usually, a comment like that would have gotten you a death glare and probably an ugly name thrown your way. But it had all been a mask, all of it. Because he wanted this. Too much.

Suddenly you stood up. “We’re leaving. Thank you so much, Zakaria. It was lovely.”

You hauled Bucky to his feet, and the protest Zakaria had started to give died on her tongue when she saw the obvious reason for his quick exit.

“Have fun, you two; don’t be strangers.”

Bucky didn’t even care that he had got nothing out of this dinner other than a raging hard-on. He couldn’t think past how your hips moved as you marched out of the restaurant. You didn’t stop once you were outside, and Bucky worried that he had completely fucked this up and made a jackass of himself.

“Wait! Where are you going?!” Bucky jogged to catch up to you.

“Back to the loft. Can’t talk here.”

Bucky kept his mouth shut and followed you. Maybe you had noticed something he didn’t–since you were actually working the mission instead of acting like a horny teenager. As he followed you, he replayed the night, searching for something he missed, but all he could remember was you. He didn’t even realize you were back in the loft until you slammed the door shut and pushed him up against it.

“What the fuck, Barnes?”

“Wh–what?” Bucky tried not to rut his hips against you but failed when your grip on his wrists tightened.

“This whole time? I thought you hated me–”

“I do,” Bucky groaned. “Hate that I can’t have you.”

Your brows furrowed. “So you just decided to be a dick?”

“Had to,” Bucky said breathlessly. “If I didn’t pretend that you make me so unbearably horny, I would have begged you to fuck me every goddamn mission.”

Bucky’s face fell into a pout when you let him go and took a few steps back. You were gonna leave. Probably laugh in his face first and then leave him like this, hard and desperate.

“So do it. Beg.” You stuck out your hip and crossed your arms to emphasize your breasts.

Bucky stood stunned for a moment, still not sure if you were being serious.

You sighed, irritated, and started to move toward the exit. Bucky immediately dropped to his knees. He wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“Please.”

Bucky licked his lips nervously, not really sure what else to say. Your brow rose, unimpressed and expecting more.

“I’m sorry, please; I want you so bad.”

“What do you want from me, baby boy?”

Bucky finally looked up at you, and the view made him groan. This is how he wanted to be all the time, on his knees, looking up at you. He needed to answer you before you got mad, but he didn't know what to ask for first; he wanted everything.

“Want you to fuck me,” Bucky hated how needy he sounded, but he couldn’t help it.

You smiled and stepped forward, tipping his head back. “I’ll think about it.”

Panic was evident on Bucky’s face, he knew it, but all you did was laugh before lifting your leg and placing it over his shoulder.

“See if you can earn it.”

Oh god.

With a trembling hand, Bucky slid your short dress up your thighs slowly, mentally preparing himself for the sight of your coveted cunt. Nothing could have prepared him, and as soon as he saw your crotchless red panties, he whimpered and gripped your thigh harder.

“Can I use my mouth?” He asked, eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, you can, baby.”

“Thank you, mommy,” Bucky stuck his head under your dress before he could see the shock and pleasure on your face.

The sting in his scalp spurred him on as your grip tightened and you pressed him closer to your heat. His tongue moved urgently, and every time you made a pleasured noise, he moaned against your clit.

“I’m close, baby, don’t stop,” your breathy sigh spurred Bucky to slide his hands up your thighs and grip your hips. He pulled you even closer, sliding his warm tongue into you over and over.

“Fuck yes, baby boy, fuck me, fuck me.” Your hips moved frantically, using his nose to stimulate your clit.

Bucky could have cried; this was fucking bliss. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, desperate to stroke himself in time with his tongue.

“I didn’t say you could touch your cock,” you said breathlessly, and Bucky whimpered. He was desperate for some kind of relief, but he was afraid to disobey you. Instead, he moved his hand out of his pants and gripped your ass hard, fucking you even deeper with his tongue. He didn’t stop until you came so hard he had to hold you up so you wouldn’t fall.

Bucky tried to remain patient while you lowered your leg and patted his head condescendingly. He was still afraid you would leave at any moment.

“That was good, baby.”

Bucky blushed, looking up at you hopefully. His hands were clenched at his sides to keep from touching himself.

“Go to the bedroom and take all your clothes off.”

Bucky scrambled to his feet, ignoring your chuckle as he raced to the bedroom, peeling his clothes off.

Thankfully, you didn’t make him wait long; you walked into the room and only paused momentarily to check him out.

“Help me out of this dress, baby.”

Bucky slid the zipper of your dress down quickly, almost breaking it. The silk puddled at your feet, and Bucky growled, low and deep, at the sight of you before him. You moved away too soon for his liking, directing him to lie on the bed.

“You never opened my gift.”

Bucky held his breath as you crawled over him. You sat on his chest and opened the gift for him. Bucky’s eyes went wide as he looked at the black leather cuffs inside.

“Originally, I bought them as a joke. But…”

“Yes. Please.” Bucky held his wrists out to you excitedly.

“You know the colors?”

When Bucky nodded, you kissed his wrists before placing the cuffs on him.

“This is gonna be fun,” you smiled wickedly at him before sitting back so you could unhook your bra. You removed it slowly, enjoying Bucky’s gaze and how he worried his lip every time you almost removed it completely.

“Mommy, please!” He finally whined, and you threw the bra to the floor.

Bucky reached his cuffed hands out, but you moved out of his reach. “Should have thought about that before you said yes, baby boy.”

You grabbed his joined wrists and lifted them over his head, putting your breasts in reach of his hungry mouth.

It was hard, but Bucky resisted, thrusting his hips in the air as he groaned. “Please, can I?”

God, his lips practically brushed against your nipple as he spoke.

“Can you what?” You teased.

Bucky squirmed, frustrated, and unable to think with all his blood now in his swollen, ignored cock. “Tits. Want–” Bucky groaned as you lowered yourself even more. “Wanna suck your tits,” he rushed out in one breath.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Bucky’s tongue flicked over your nipple quickly before he sucked it into his mouth. His hips pistoned into the air as he sucked. He moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

“Is there something else you need from me, baby?”

Bucky whined, your breast still in his mouth and his eyes watery.

You sat up and ran your finger over his pouting lips. “What else do you need, baby? Use your words.”

“Need–” Bucky’s breath caught as he looked at you, naked except for the diamond necklace around your neck and nuzzled between your breasts. “Need you to touch me.”

“Come on, you can do better than that.”

Bucky frowned, a confused look on his face.

“I know you’ve got filthy, dirty thoughts in that big cyborg brain of yours. Come on.”

“Oh god, I–” Bucky closed his eyes, trying to find some confidence. “I need you to touch my cock. Put it in your tight pussy and come all over me. Need you to make me come, mommy, wanna come inside you, fuck.”

“That’s better, baby.” You kissed his chest, slowly dragging your lips down until you reached his throbbing cock.

You didn’t show it, but you were just as wound up as he was. It would be so satisfying to slide him inside you now. Fuck him fast and frantic until you both came way too quickly. Maybe next time. For now, you needed to make him work for it. And maybe pay him back for being such a dick to you. You let your saliva dribble over the crown of his cock and stroked him lightly to spread it. He was already so wound up that simple action had him thrusting off the bed.

You couldn’t resist pushing him further, sucking on his tip while your hand moved faster, and you rolled his balls gently.

“Oh fuck! Yes! God, don’t stop!”

You didn’t, only removing your mouth long enough to ask him if he wanted to come. A resounding yes made you chuckle. Poor boy.

“Do you wanna come, or do you wanna stick your fat cock in my little pussy?”

You didn’t give him time to think as your mouth wrapped around his tip again, and his mind went blank.

“Bucky, I asked you a question.”

“Both?” He tried but knew it was pointless.

“Choose, or I’ll choose for you.”

Bucky hesitated, your mouth felt so fucking good, and he had imagined coming down your throat so many times. He was already so close it would only take a few more strokes, and he’d be there.

He groaned, sagging against the bed. “Want your pussy.”

But you didn’t stop; you took him deeper in your mouth and sucked hard.

“Want your pussy!” Bucky gasped as suddenly he was in your throat, and you were swallowing around him.

Was this a test? He didn’t think he was going to pass. His balls were heavy with need, and your tongue was coaxing him to the brink faster and faster.

“Please, mommy! I’m gonna come! Please stop,” Bucky gasped, hands clenched tightly as he fought the oncoming orgasm. “Oh,” he drew the word out long and needy. “Please, I’ll come; stop, please.” He was so close now he could almost taste the pleasure.

That was when you stopped, pulling your mouth off of him slowly and giving his crown one more good lick.

“You did so good, baby boy.” You straddled him, running your wet pussy over his dick before pushing his tip inside. “Let’s see how long you last inside me.”

Bucky’s mind went blank as you slid down his length. You looked so perfect, perched on his cock with nothing but diamonds on your sexy body. He couldn’t breathe.

Your ass met his thick thighs, and Bucky groaned. “So–good,” he sounded drunk.

“Don’t come.”

That was the only warning he got before your hands found his thighs, and you began fucking yourself on his throbbing cock.

“You’re so big, baby. I’m gonna come so hard.” You threw your head back, working your hips even faster.

Bucky tasted blood in his mouth; he was biting his tongue, trying his best to keep from filling you up.

Your hand drifted down your body, and Bucky had to close his eyes when you started rubbing your clit.

“Mommy, I–I’m gonna come, please.”

“You’re not allowed.”

“But–” Bucky groaned as you moved your hands to his chest and fucked him faster.

“This is what you asked for, baby boy. You wanted to be balls deep inside me. Wanted me to fuck you.”

Bucky couldn’t argue. So he squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to hold back. Even as you came, moaning his name and squeezing his cock like a vice, he didn’t come.

A tear ran down his cheek as you came down from your high.

“Look at me, pretty boy.” You leaned forward and wiped the tear from his cheek. “You were so good for me.”

Bucky sniffled as your lips brushed against his. “I’m sorry I was a jerk.”

“Oh, Bucky,” you cupped his cheek and looked him in the eye. “I always liked you too. Only you. I’m sorry I was a pain in the ass.”

You kissed him then, slow and deep. Bucky felt bad, but he broke out of the cuffs and gently moved you to lay on your back. He held your face as he kissed you back, stroking your tongue with his and holding you close. His cock throbbed angrily inside you, but you hadn’t given him permission to move.

Your hand moved from his hair to his ass, grabbing it tightly. “Fuck me, Bucky.”

Bucky’s hips punched forward. “I–I can’t. I’ll come.”

He looked so disappointed.

“I believe in you. Fuck me.” You spread your legs wide for him, and he dropped his forehead to rest on yours.

“I hate you.” But you both knew now that he didn’t mean it.

He kept you close while he moved his hips slowly, building up speed and keeping his thrusts as deep as he could.

“Don’t stop,” you groaned when he started to slow down.

“Gonna come,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Haven’t earned it,” you huffed back. “Fuck me. Hard.”

Gathering the little self-control Bucky had left, he lifted himself onto his knees and grabbed your hips, pistoning into you as hard as he could manage.

He shouldn’t have, but his hand reached out to squeeze one of your bouncing breasts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, gotta stop.”

You ignored him, arching your back and pushing your chest out. Bucky growled, quickly descending on your breasts with his mouth. Sucking one while he squeezed the other. His hips moved frantically, losing his rhythm.

“Please, mommy, can I stop?” His voice was muffled against your chest.

Your response was to wrap your legs around his waist tightly. He groaned, trying to think about something other than how wet and warm you were around him. You didn’t make it easy.

“Fuck my little pussy, yeah, fuck, fuck, baby, mommy’s coming.”

Your walls spasmed around him, and Bucky’s hot tears fell onto your chest as he held on for dear life, silently begging to stop before he spilled his seed inside you.

“Come, baby,” you said through deep breaths as your high faded.

Bucky barely managed to ask where before he was pounding into you. When you said, “inside, come in my pussy.” Bucky’s hands moved to your ass, gripping it tight as he fucked into your warm, tight cunt frantically as if he was afraid you’d change your mind.

“Thank you, thank you, mommy, pussy feels so good,” he whined, grinding deeper as his orgasm overtook him. He froze for a moment, gasping and groaning against your neck as he came harder than he ever had before. But soon, he was slowly fucking his come deeper into you, whispering praises against the column of your throat.

Your hand ran through his hair, and he nuzzled deeper.

“If I had known the serum kept you hard after orgasm, I would have let you come sooner.”

“Fuck you,” Bucky groaned, punching his hips forward to make you gasp.

“You liked it,” you giggled.

“Fucking loved it, never wanna leave your pussy.”

“Keep fucking me like that and calling me your mommy, and I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want.”

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me,” Bucky whispered incredulously before moving you up the bed to start round two.

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tuesday again 2/13/2024

writing cover letters like "Market Research Firm 953989464860, will YOU be my Valentine?"

also, a fallout 4 femslash fic for femslash feb

listening

Fresh Blood by the Eels off their 2009 album Hombre Loco. i would say this is another "i think a vampire probably wrote this low, grooving track" but there are several howls featured. wikipedia says it is about a werewolf. this song sounds like it has a simple bassline and simple drums but it knows what it's about. it's probably secretly really complicated but i specced in knowing about fabric, not about music.

youtube

it makes me want to ice skate really fast and also sounds like watching broken highway lane dividers go by late at night. fascinating that the back half of the four-plus minute song is fully instrumental. definitely a song for when you are traveling, or perhaps proceeding. spotify

Sun down on the sorry day By nightlights the children pray I know you're probably gettin' ready for bed Beautiful woman get out of my head I'm so tired of the same old crud Sweet baby I need fresh blood

i've been mainlining The Black Keys' album Brothers so it makes sense this popped up on my Discover Weekly spotify playlist

reading

in 2015, the year i dropped out of college, the closest comic/weird nerd shit store was a forty minute drive from my house. i bought the first issue of the serialized anthology comics magazine The Island bc i liked the Moebius-esque cover by Brandon Graham, before i knew who either of those artists were or that i liked them. i think it was ten bucks, and having to show my drivers' license really sticks in my brain for some reason. the point i am slowly approaching is that the magazine only ran for fifteen issues, and i didn't buy any other copies bc ten bucks a month was too dear for me, but it was a tremendous incubator for artists i would end up loving. about half the time i stumble across a lovely self-contained book that knocks my socks off i find out it started life in The Island.

All his life, Hank Cho wanted to join the ranks of the Habsec—the rulers of the orbital habitat his people call home. But when he finds a powerful, forbidden weapon from the deep past, a single moment of violence sets his life—and the brutal society of the habitat—into upheaval. Hunted by the cannibalistic Habsec and sheltered by former enemies, Cho finds himself caught within a civil war that threatens to destroy his world. A new barbarian sci-fi adventure by SIMON ROY (PROPHET, JAN'S ATOMIC HEART, Tiger Lung), originally serialized in ISLAND MAGAZINE.

Simon Roy's Habitat asks: do you want to hear a story about a generation ship gone wrong? this is a guy who really knows how to draw mechs and all their fiddly bits and loves doing it, which is a really transferrable skill to lovingly detailing the crumbling brutalist neo-mesoamerican architecture. the Habsec cannibals and their bits and pieces of scavenged armor blend in so well, it's genuinely shocking when we see someone in full, kept up, incredibly colorful armor. gorgeous, gorgeous book. love a fucked up generation ship.

found while perusing the stacks of the library that was closest to a bunch of other admin errands i was running, bc i finally have a tx drivers license and can start collecting tx library cards

watching

im also asking myself why the hell i'm watching yellowstone with my bestie and her husband. it has every trigger warning and a lot of them would make me decline the experience had i looked them up beforehand. however, the inevitablilty of each little tragedy feeding into the circular threshing maw that is the Dutton family is really clicking for me. like well! that mom sure did die in the most traumatizing way possible! and wow that really does go a long way toward explaining why the daughter is self-medicating to an alarming degree AND why no one else is doing anything about it bc they're all still mad at her for being very tangential to her mom's death!

the amount of Stuff that happens per episode is truly astonishing. one of my favorite parts of the ttrpg Beamsaber is the downtime between missions, bc you get to have some really bonkers interactions with people who don't usually interact. despite its huge cast, Yellowstone doesn't yet feel incoherent or like it's jumped the shark in its first season bc it's really successful at getting its huge cast to have unexpected interactions with each other. this sounds a little bit like praising it for knowing how to be good television, but this is a neowestern about a land grab that's also a familial dynasty drama that's really leaning into the familial dynasty part of it. it would be very easy for this to become incoherent or bad at switching between storylines, but so far it's really good at it. it's not beamsaber or black sails bc nothing will ever be beamsaber or black sails but it's really scratching that itch of many small rapidly shifting factions and rapidly shifting political goals bc each child is their own horrible little faction and they have a lot of time where they're trapped in cars or helicopters together getting around their ranch, which is simply too large.

we're trying to watch the yellowstone franchise in release order, and the yellowstone prequel with tim mcgraw came out between the first and second seasons. we will not be continuing this. this is a bog standard wagon train western. cripplingly boring after the brazen insanity of the first season. also i think it is in poor taste at best and irresponsible at worst to show a suicide on screen.

i said i don't know why i'm watching this but i do know why i'm watching yellowstone, and that's bc my bestie keeps seeing tiktoks about it. sometimes im influenced in real life

playing

changed my sheets this week and didn't chortle at the TOP OR BOTTOM tag which is how i know im having. a brain time. another way you can tell im having a brain time are these screenshots of the Breath of the Wild map. as you may or may not remember from last week, last week i had very little of the map filled out.

now is this EXPLORED? good heavens no. i have under 40 shrines DISCOVERED. i have simply beelined to each tower and went VERY fast. or was very sneaky. the three towers i have not bothered to climb yet are the ones i would have to actually fight some guys about. fuck the akkala tower for real.

i love to accidentally get way too close to dragons and die. some fun things about this run: incredibly, exceptionally rainy. except for the stint in the literal desert and the five minutes in the snowfield it has been raining about 70% of the time, which has made climbing very annoying. another fun thing about this run: exceptionally low ancient shaft drop rate, which makes getting ancient arrows to safely kill guardians from afar very difficult. bc as discussed above i have optimized this little blond boy to be very fast and very sneaky to get up the towers very quickly in the two minute spans of time it is not raining.

another fun thing about this run: not very good at successfully spitting out riders next to horses. you can only see the tip of spinch's hat bc he is underground.

i have unlocked the elephant and the falcon, i haven't gotten much farther than finding painkillers for the goron boss and stalled out at the yiga clan stealth mission. bc despite liking being a sneaky fast sniper out in the world, i fucking hate an enforced stealth mission. i don't think i ever got past this part in my other run either.

not jacked enough to unlock the master sword, i think you need twelve hearts? i would rather have more stamina so i can get faster horses + the princess's horse.

after i unlocked a bunch of towers i spent a goofy amount of time in the Lake Floria system herself hunting for treasure chests (there are easily fifty chests in the water. wild) to get the 10k rupees to unlock the last great fairy. i also spent several real-life hours video game mining video game ore. this was deeply annoying bc i sold off all my gems to get 10k rupees and then had nothing to get those sweet sweet high level upgrades with. this was the point on sunday night where i realized i was getting irrationally annoyed with a game that is supposed to be fun, and is NOT meant to support the kind of grinding i was doing. that was enough video game for one day thank you.

did you know there's a korok in the shrine of resurrection? me either.

also did you know magnesis ACTIVATES on the windmills in Hebra but i can't figure out how to get close enough to any of them to do anything about it. annoying.

this has got to be so funny from ganons point of view. i unlocked the elephant and the falcon in under a week of in-game time and then spent several in-game months mining and collecting clothes. would that make ganon more or less anxious d'you think

making

cross stitch update. this confetti in the rover square. i am dying. here’s what it will look like finished, and a link to buy the pattern

i had such high hopes for pin stitches as a thread finishing method but i had to rip out a mistake near a pin stitch and accidentally ripped out the entire pin and single confetti cross stitch. so what the fuck. i am an insane woman who likes to fully submerge and lightly hand wash projects before they get framed to remove all the oils (yes i wash my hands before stitching, i do get paranoid) and i am not confident pin stitches will hold up to that. oh well. the loop method is pretty great in halving the number of ends i have to weave in, even though i feel like it is extremely wasteful and leaves me with lots of short useless lengths my cats would love to eat. so the gains from halving thread management are really not offset by the meticulous cat management i must embark upon every time i do my fun relaxing hobby.

and the back, which is a horror. and will only become more of a horror. but once this is framed no one will actually see it so it's FINE. i am FINE with this. i started this knowing there was going to be lots of confetti. that's the point of this masochistic pattern

i wrote the first chapter of this fic last summer and outlined the emotional beats (but not much else) while procrastinating moving and have finally lightly polished the first chapter and threw it on the archive. im trying to let things molder less and just fucking post them in the hopes this activates the writing part of my brain again but who could say what's going on up there. this is still something that hasn't quite returned to me post-covid round 2

this will eventually be an E-rated 5+1 fic fixing all the fucking bullshit around Cait Fallout4's companion quest. she will NOT go in the magic chair that tortures her into not being a junkie and being the perfect waifu. she is going to stumble backwards and accidentally into some harm reduction and get railed by a mean top. the mean top and the harm reduction won't fix her but they certainly won't hurt.

#being unemployed is great for the amount of Stuff in these posts even though it is very bad for all other aspects of my life #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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gaychocolatehomicide · 4 months

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People You Want to Get to Know Tag Game

I was tagged by @inquisimer !

Hello new friend!! Sorry for the delay, this is the second time I'm typing this out because Tumblr ate the first one! Thank you so much for tagging me! (Also, I have no idea how much enthusiasm is appropriate here, so I'm just gonna go for "a bunch" and you can let me know if I need to back off lol)

So! Into the thing!

Last Song: Top of My School by Katherine Lynn-Rose -- This one has had a grip on my spine since I first heard it. Gotta love that kid burnout 👉👉

Favorite Color: Purple! I also love seafoam/mint and like 85% of my stuff is one of those colors. My brother says it makes it easier to buy stuff for me!

Last Movie/Show: I've been watching Dimension 20's Fantasy High and I'm 4-ish episodes into The Seven, which is also in that universe. Cannot recommend it enough! (Also, Persephone Valentine is in it so there's another reason for any girl likers to check it out)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: oh boy so I've got a ton of sensory stuff that makes food Complicated for me, but if we except all the stuff I can't eat, sweet > savory > spicy. Salty should go between sweet and savory tho imo

Relationship Status: happily coming up on 3 years with my wonderful partners! They both have tumblrs but I'm not gonna tag them for privacy reasons (their preferences). I just refer to them as my boyfriend and my noodle associate, respectively.

Last Thing I Googled: Thorn (letter) -- I needed it for a thing I was writing lmao. Fun fact, I have the long s (this guy: ſ ) saved as a text shortcut in my phone so I can use it to harass my friends

Current Obsession: I've been playing BG3 and Pathfinder: WOTR, but I can feel the Fire Emblem obsession creeping up on me again. I've been working on a couple old fics from 3 houses and some more recent stuff from engage and I can just... Feel it.

Last Book: I'm reading and annotating a memoir for my boyfriend, and I'm reading the Alana the Lioness books by Tamora Pierce for my noodle associate (very important part of their childhood). On my own I'm reading the Federalist Papers because I'm that kind of nerd (and I teach history but thats beside the point)

Looking Forward To: it's about to be AP season at my tutoring job and I'm so freaking jazzed to get to teach my favorite subjects instead of just SAT Reading/Writing all day every day. Like dgmw I love teaching grammar as much as the next language nerd, but I miss talking about the absolutely out of pocket things historical figures got up to.

If we're mutuals and I didn't tag you, I still love you, but the template said pick nine so I grabbed folks off the top of my notifs

No pressure to anybody, but I'd love to learn stuff about you! 💜💜

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Last Song:

Favorite Color:

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Tag nine people whose answers you're interested in!

#tag game #entirely too much text - another novel by Tad #new friend new friend new friend!!!#sorry this took me literally like a week #im indecisive and also my memory is Not Helpful lmao

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sylvie-fics · 1 year

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IM OUT OF JAIL HERES THE VALENTINES DAY MH VIK X READER

SORRY ITS LATE.

Word Count: 1k ish

Warnings: marriage i guess

other parts of this god forsaken fic:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Valentines day, 4:38 a.m. Viktor is a man of sound reasoning and logic. He is knowledgeable, especially within the scientific field. Hardworking, dedicated– sometimes overly so. Great at creating, building, dissecting, and altering many a creation. Some might call him the most determined man in the world. Some wouldn’t call him a man.

Then again.. There are some moments where he falls short of perfection. Especially when it comes to emotional matters.

“Viktor… don’t you think it’s a little early for this?”

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February 12, he hears of the cursed holiday. He’s heard of it before– though, he couldn’t recall a time when he had celebrated it. It had never been at the forefront of his mind, really. When he thought of it– he thought of how, more than anything, it was a rather sad holiday. Did romantically committed people not appreciate their significant other any other day of the year? Were their relationships so dull that they had to create a holiday to make it better? Eventually, with so many years of holiday critique experience, he had forgotten the day’s significance entirely

And so, when the shopkeeper at the local parts store asked, “Any plans for valentines day?”

… he felt… guilty.

Of course he didn’t have any plans. What kind of plans does one make for such an occasion? *do* you make plans for someone you had one wild night with, that also lives with you?

Yeah, you probably make plans for that.

February 13th, morning. Viktor has kicked into overdrive. He’s gone over every option, having made a list of what he assumes women enjoy.

Food.

Everywhere locally is fully booked. Not that he checked… or, at least, not that he would admit he checked. Or that he checked multiple times in case someone had a pre-valentines breakup. Or that he tried to threaten people into canceling their reservations. No, he would never do any of that.

Making food was out of the question– he’s almost positive he gave you long-term food poisoning the last time he made dinner. He didn’t think he was particularly skilled when it came to the culinary arts, but, he didn't think he was *that* bad. Maybe if he practiced a little? Followed instructions to a tee? Still, even with practice, there's no way he could improve past poisoning levels in a day.

Quality time.

The obvious answer, but the all too normal one. The two of you practically spend every day together, working on your latest projects. How could he make this day any different? Maybe a nice stroll through town? No– you’ve seen town far too many times to be impressed by it. Then– maybe a walk by the lake? But you'd probably get distracted and fall in. What if it’s raining? Hell, you'd get a grand idea to try and “collect” lightning, and end up getting yourself killed.

Gift Giving.

It’s so cliche. Obviously, he can’t give chocolates and flowers. That would make him just like everyone else in the world. He’s better than that. It has to be something… unique. Something that has more thought into it. Perhaps something he could easily make within the time constraints.

Yes– this could work.

February 13th, Evening.

You’ve been banned from the lab. You’ve been banned from anywhere remotely near the lab. Essentially, you’ve been confined to your room. He’s been acting off ever since coming back from the shop. On one hand, you’d like to ask him what’s wrong– on the other hand you already know.

And, if he would let you get close to him for just a minute, you could explain to him that you don’t need all the festivities. You’d be perfectly happy just spending the day like any other.

All the while, Viktor is strategically planning how to present this. Grand? Casual? Ack– he has so much trouble with those emotional gift giving ceremonies. Even in childhood, he despised the idea of performing to a crowd of expectant people as you opened up a gift and pretended to be surprised.

Maybe if he just– gave it to you while you were asleep. Then you could wake up and notice it later on. It completely eliminated that unsavory presentation step.

Then again.. There are some moments where he falls short of perfection. Especially when it comes to being quiet– his metal body clanking against the floor as he approaches you. He can’t say he's particularly stealthy, but at least he can be gentle– or so he thinks, grabbing your arm and roughly throwing a ring on your left hand.Before he could even get it all the way on, you’d woken with a startle from your dead sleep.

“Viktor?! Don’t you think it’s a little early for this!?”

With how stealthy and gentle he’d been, he was sure you wouldn’t wake. For you to come out yelling… well… it startled him a bit too. This was especially evident, judging by the shattering glass sound and flash of light emerging from the claw.

He was gonna need to replace that window… it’ll get drafty in here. You'll get sick. He can't have that.

“Viktor, please, it's so early. It’s WAY too early.”

As much as he hates to admit it, you were right. The stores wouldn’t even open until 10 at the least.

“Would the early afternoon work for you?” he asked.

“I– Viktor, when I said it was too early, I meant like… maybe we should wait a few months?! years, even?!”

“What? No. Why would we do that? Look, we can go 5:00 at the latest. I’d prefer before then, you know it's gonna be crowded.”

He’d walked out after that, leaving you with a ring on your finger and the assumption you’d be going to the courthouse sometime between 12 and 5.

#arcane x reader #machine herald x reader #mh viktor x reader #machine herald viktor x reader #league of legends viktor x reader #viktor x reader

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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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day 6 long prompt 6? with otto?

Healing - Part 1

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Otto Octavius FanFiction

Prompt/Summary: long #6 -Life is hard, especially for a single mother, but you've made the best of it and took a new job as the secretary for a billionaire. A terrible tragedy rocks his world and you're there as a shoulder to cry on as he heals. During the healing process, however, he finds you are more important to him than he originally thought.

Warnings: Age gap.(Let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: 627

A/N: another otto fic for day 6 WOO WOO also flashbacks are in italics and D/N is daughter's name and y/n is his personal assistant instead of secretary

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

Your husband left you not too long ago for another woman. While your over him now, every time you looked at your four year old daughter you couldn't help but remember him.

It brought tears to your eyes to even think about the way he left, so you didn't do it often.

Your previous job had fired you only that morning, and you started job hunting in frustration.

You had found a job as a personal assistant for Octavius Industries, and you applied. You read the email awaiting you and cried out in joy.

"D/N, I got the job! Are you as excited as I am?"

"Yeah, of course, mama!" Your daughter exclaimed. "Do we get to have a celebratory meal for it?" She asked.

"Of course, my little princess. Only for you." You smiled. But looking at her brought flash backs. You looked back at your phone so she wouldn't see the blank expression you had on.

Your brain played flashbacks of the times when you were happiest- when you were with your ex.

You smiled as you watched Henry eat his icecream, being done with your own. "Is it good?" You asked him.

"Delicious." He smiled back.

You turned of your phone and put your phone on the counter. You needed to forget him. But it was hard being a single parent, knowing he should have been there for his daughter when you weren't.

You made dinner, tucked D/N in bed, then hopped in your own bed and went to sleep.

The next morning, you got ready for work. It was your first day, and didn't want to mess up. But of course, something had to go wrong. As you entered at the front entrance to the Octavius Industries building, someone bumped into you and spilled their coffee all over your blouse.

"Shoot! I am so sorry. Let me go grab you a shirt." They said.

"No, no, it's fine. I brought an extra pair of clothes." Thank goodness you did. The coffee scent was still going to bother you all day, though.

"If you're sure."

"Oh, it's fine. I always come prepared." You smiled at them.

The returned your smile and continued out the door, steering clear of the coffee splatter on the floor.

You checked in with the secretary, then headed up the stairs towards Dr. Octavius's office.

You had to pass through the labs in order to get there, and saw you all sorts of projects. But you didnt pay attention to them, and kept walking.

When you reached Dr. Octavius's office, you knocked and waited.

Moments later, the door opened and Dr. Octavius stepped out.

"Morning, miss. You must be Ms. L/N, my new assistant."

"Yes, sir. I am." You offered your hand.

Dr. Octavius took your hand and shook it. Only then did you notice the actuators on his back.

But you payed no attention to them and asked, "What should I do first?"

"Eager to get to work, are you?" Dr. Octavius laughed.

You nodded.

"Well, just get to know everyone today. It's your first day, we dont want you to over work yourself on things you dont know yet." Dr. Octavius dismissed you.

The rest of the day was a breeze. You met and shook hands with every person you could, asking what they were working on and you told them your thoughts on it. You were honest with everyone, a trait that was rare to see these days.

But you were glad when you got off the bus near your apartment complex. You entered your apartment and went to the kitchen.

You heated leftovers and ate, then tucked D/N in again and went to sleep, hoping to actually do something the next day.

Imma make another part, anyone up for being tagged?

#fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius #dr otto octavius #otto x you #otto octavius x you #doc ock #doc ock x reader #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #doc ock x you

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thomine · 1 month

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AUTHOR'S COMMENTARY; like a ripple in a pond

Index

fic basic stats

notes

deviation

title

overall

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Basic Stats

pairing: heizou / reader

time: i started working on this fic a day after valentine's day... so this fic took months.

total word count: 18k words, close to 19k words. i know... i'm shocked myself... but it makes sense considering this fic had 6 drafts. 5 drafts just for fleshing out the story and the 6th to touch up on the 5th draft.

deviation: 4/5

*deviation from original is on a scale of 1-5, 1 being there was no change and 5 being it was completely changed.

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Notes

i was so close to giving up on this fic. but i badly wanted to write something for heizou and this was the only idea i had for him. i didn't want to add any more wips, lol. but, somehow, after my friend briefly lamented about the heizou drought, i had this conviction that i would get this heizou fic written. i partially did the heizou hang out and suddenly, the story i was battling with for 4 drafts came together in the 5th. it's not magic, but writing really feels like magic sometimes, haha. wrote 4k words in one sitting, and then proceeded to add and adjust it for the fic to be what it is. i'm really excited to share this because i wanted to break through and write longer fics, and this is proof that i can do it! so i'm really happy!

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Deviation

now, with 5 drafts... you might be wondering... what the heck happened? a lot. a lot changed and a lot stayed. you can check out my thoughts as i worked on the story through this tag on my wip blog.

this was originally supposed to be a valentine's day fic, because i had this idea of using valentine's day couple promotions. the idea was fake dating, with heizou and reader pretending to be a couple to get some delicious katusdon, only for heizou to not appear for the next year. that year, reader, determined to get the discount, went with a random stranger they could rope into their plan. it worked, but unfortunately, the rules changed the next year where couples have to prove their relationship. this made heizou kiss reader and they go back and talk about the kiss because, surprise, surprise, both of them actually liked each other!

but the reason why it was not working was... the more i wrote, the harder it was to justify why heizou disappeared for that one year. and details were just not aligning with each other. for example, a year's time is very long. so what if someone appears with different partners? a lot can happen in a year. and i couldn't write the ending scene where reader comes to their senses and realise they do like heizou.

as i was fumbling for ideas, i remembered the titles that a good friend of mine gave. one of them was LIES, AND THE TRUTH THEY REVEAL, so i started leaning more towards the idea of reader lying about their feelings.

unfortunately, that did not work out too well. but, one day, as i was just chilling, i had this sudden thought that... when you're infatuated with someone, sometimes you'll lie to yourself to go to certain places so that you can bump into them. it's a little bit like stalking but this point is for another story. i tried to expand on the idea that reader was visiting places that heizou would be... but heizou was really hard to track down... like. he would only be found if he wanted to be found, so reader's efforts wouldn't be fruitful (unless i went full stalker route with the story, which i played around with for a while). this was the start of the 4th draft iirc…

at one point i decided not to have a kiss scene. (sorry, my only idea of romance is kissing.) as i started expanding on this idea of "going somewhere in hopes to bump into the person you like"... somehow the kiss scene came back, LOL.

playing heizou's story quest really helped as i managed to pick out traits he liked in a person, as well as his mentality and attitude towards some things, which also sort of explained why the first idea didn't work out for him. probably another character, but not heizou.

welp. so in conclusion, the story deviated a lot. the kiss scene stayed, and reader's reluctance to admit they liked heizou also stayed. or more like liking heizou is a dangerous game, something i wrote half-heartedly in one of my earlier drafts. i even shared that snippet but i wasn’t sure why i felt that paragraph was good. i guess that's the core of the fic?

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Title

some might have realised that... the title in my WIP masterlist is not the same as the title i ended up going with. another title i considered was UN-CON A CON MAN. however, the story somehow did not involve a lot of lying at all? or at least, if i were to use the titles for a story, i would like it to have more lying and scheming involved, which this fic does not. so i went through my list of titles and stumbled upon LIKE RIPPLES IN A POND. i don't really know why i was drawn to it, but i chose it, and it made draft 5 really smooth.

it was only during the beta phase did i think deeper about the connection between the title and the story. i quite like the implications because what i came up with was... in heizou's point of view, ripples can only happen if another ripple happened. like, there needs to be a sequence of events, which ties to his disbelief in coincidence. a lot of the fic talks or briefly mentions how reader and heizou meet each other again. everything is supposed to feel like a coincidence but if you think about it, it's not. it's because of a previous action that laid the foundation for the next, and the next.

for reader's point of view... i added it somewhere in the story but they are compared to a ripple because their actions are small but make a large impact. the character of reader is someone pretty submissive or unwilling to hear their own feelings, so they have a lot of pent up emotions and desires that they don't voice, and this is something only intuitive and observant heizou noticed in the story. (bertha doesn't count because reader had to say it for her to be like... oh... oh man :( you need to speak up!! she probably would not have learned of this if she didn't pester reader about them rejecting her invitations to tour the city together. i don't know if i made that clear.)

do i wish i incorporated the title more closely with the writing style? a little, but at the same time i wanted the fic to focus more on the mystery than the poetry, and i do not have the skills to weave both poetic prose with the sense of... mystery. if that make sense.

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Overall

again, sometimes writing feels like magic. i don't really know how to explain how i got from one point to another. most of it is done by instinct or feelings that something is right and something is wrong. another thing is... sometimes i don't even know the meaning of some decisions until much later, when i can piece back the dots. it can be really frustrating to write like that, but i think it's also equally satisfying because you'll be surprised by what you can do.

i hope to be able to write more fics like these! and also be able to sharpen my eyes to eventually write long fics more smoothly. or to also train myself to have a bit more control in senses so i can be more directive with writing rather than just "go with the flow". (balance is good.)

this is probably the most i've written for a story. it's pretty encouraging, haha.

#ok now i will realllly dip. i will go back to my hiatus #i was online just to get this out for my friend before we get h.eizou crumbs & now it is complete #i shall focus on life good bye #.f

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Valentine's Day, Kuroshitsuji style

IzzyV

Summary:

Like the butterfly effect, one action triggered another, and no one would have predicted the end result. Spending Valentine's Day with his fiancée...it made sense, didn't it? Too bad the young man wasn't sure of his feelings. It's not like Sebastian has all the answers with him... SebaCiel, lime, some OoC.

Notes:

Fanfic of 2014 that I am rescuing in case the flies and ffnet falls. I didn't reread it very well because he gave me some cringe, so if you feel any tag is missing, please tell me. c:

I rescue with everything and comments to save the whole experience, lol.

Work Text:

Happy Valentines Day! For lovers, I hope you had a very romantic day. For those of us who don't have that special being, I hope you had a nice day, surrounded by friends and family.

Strength Venezuela! If there is any Venezuelan here.

This goes to Ertal77, who put up with my twists and turns, my complaints, and my literary mess with tenses. ;)

I'm sorry if it's not Valentine's Day in your country anymore, I wanted to post early, but my brother hoarded the computer. XD

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, characters or original plot. Everything belongs to Yana Toboso. If I was entitled to even one thousandth of the right, I would have begged Yana to bring the manga forward to today. :3

Warnings: excess fluf, some OoC, lime. This was a fic that I devised to make something nice, cute and semi-porn of this beautiful and precious fandom, so don't expect anything dark or... very in keeping with their personalities. XD

Enjoy!

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Valentine's Day, Kuroshitsuji style.

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Being confused by such a small date was not something worthy of a noble. But maybe… could she give herself some time to sink into his feelings?

The young Phantomhive was getting worse every day. Hanging around those dates made him thoughtful and robbed him of sleep. So much so that at that moment he just lay in his bed waiting for Sebastián to come and pick him up, because he had been awake for hours.

He never gave himself time to think about anything other than revenge, so why not waste some time on…?

Nope! She thought to herself as she gave a loud yawn.

Valentine's… Valentine's… What exactly was that date?

A date to spend with a special being? An excuse for mass consumerism? It could be both, in a world so complicated and full of nuances, but who in this world has the opportunity to really fall in love with a person? The best example of the case was him. His parents "condemned" him to an arranged engagement, denying him any chance to fall in love on his own.

Not to mention that he would never enjoy love, even if he found it -or if he fell in love with his cousin- because he had a contract to pay.

So wasting his time thinking about that was stupid. It was stupid and yet...

It belongs to Sebastian. His soul belongs to Sebastian. All of his being belongs to Sebastian . Why did those kinds of –stupid- thoughts come to him at this moment?

I really didn't know, and I didn't want to know. But the fact of thinking that something of him belonged to Sebastian... Thinking of Sebastian, simply... made him stir between the sheets, in a not at all pleasant feeling.

In another moment, Sebastián had also spent the night awake, more out of habit than to find himself thinking about something in reality. He didn't like to sleep because he was a very heavy sleeper and with a master as demanding as Ciel Phantomhive was, he preferred to always be on the lookout for anything that might happen.

Sticky Toffee, maybe? She thought of all the desserts she knew, and given the situation, less is more. That would be perfect.

Sebastian was aware that his master was not a fan of those kinds of dates, but he knew how much he liked sweets. As he also knew that the young man's fiancee would probably appear, and having everything prepared was worthy of a servant like him. In the midst of his musings, he wondered if this year I love her would want him to keep the girl away. He was so stubborn in that regard.

It's final , Ciel thought determinedly. He was going to spend Valentine's Day with his cousin…his fiancée. Really, without pouting. He had been begging her for days, and he didn't see any problem in going on a date with her.

Ciel supposed that the presence of his cousin would remove that feeling of discomfort. Because if his future wife couldn't reassure him, what was he going to do?

"Good morning, young master," Sebastian greeted him delicately, as he drew back the curtains to let in the sunlight. I notice that you have been awake for a while, is something worrying you?

Everything sounded so false and lying that Ciel pursed his lips. That damned demon doesn't care about me in any way! he thought with annoyance. And immediately he remembered that he had decided not to think about it. He remembered that he had decided that he agreed with his fate, and that thinking such nonsense was only wreaking havoc on his sleeping hours.

The curious thing about the case was that, in fact, Sebastian was not worried about his young master. After all, he would never be hurt because it was his duty to protect him, and they hadn't been through any stressful situations for the young man. So he assumed he had just had a bad night, ergo he just asked out of courtesy.

"Sebastian," she called with as much serenity as she could muster, as she sat down lazily and directed her gaze towards the man. Today is the fourteenth of February, and you know what that means, Elizabeth will come and… He paused for a moment, as he thought over his next words.

Sebastian smiled, amused. His young master was so predictable where Miss Elizabeth was concerned. He didn't need to listen anymore, living with the young man for so long had made him get to know him. He began to pour her -almost cliche- cup of Earl Gray while he replied:

- I understand. My young master wants me to keep her distracted. Although I would recommend that she spend some time with her fiancée, master, since…

"Sebastian, you're not letting me talk," answered Ciel, somewhat dazed. Sebastian wasn't usually that talkative. He didn't mind though, because he knew even he himself would have thought that was going to be his request. What he wanted to tell you is just the opposite. I want to spend the day with my fiancée, and I want you to set up the living room to receive her there.

Fiancee? Spend the day with her?

"As you order," he blurted out. She had no reason to bother about it. She wasn't bothering about it. That would be stupid . So no, Sebastian wasn't upset that his young master wanted to spend Valentine's Day with his fiancée. He just annoyed him because he didn't like it when Ciel did that, when he found it unpredictable. Yes, that must be it , he resolved while he dedicated himself to dressing his mistress.

Ciel couldn't help but groan when the noose over his throat tightened almost to choke him.

"I beg your pardon," Sebastian said without a hint of true remorse in his voice. Ciel looked at him thoughtfully, and took a sip of his tea.

— You've been acting weird, Sebastian. Is something wrong with you? —. In truth, the whole situation gave him a bad feeling. She almost felt as if…she had to apologize to the man . And that was ridiculous . Why was Sebastian upset? If he was upset. Because of… Because of Elizabeth?

That makes no sense.

Sebastian finished putting the boy's shoes on and stood up gracefully. He looked at her with as much respect as he could muster, and replied:

"Of course not, young master. So you're sure of his decision regarding Miss Elizabeth?

“Are you defying my words? Don't make me repeat it, Sebastian.

The butler had to keep his eyes from rolling at the earl's childish attitude. He gave her a polite reply, and left the room to make sure Ciel had his breakfast ready; then he went to fulfill the order of his master.

Meanwhile, in the earl's room, he was in the same position in which the man had left him.

What's up with all this crap? No. Ciel was a capable man. He was a capable man, owner of a mansion, a company and a noble title. He was a person with a lot of power, and he was not going to let himself be intimidated by the stupid and strange attitude of an obnoxious, out of place butler. No, he wouldn't. He owned all that damn land, and if he wanted to spend his Valentine's Day with…Undertaker! He would if he wanted.

She dug her nails into her palms and made a mental note: Don't think of Undertaker in any remotely romantic way ever.

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The Middford girl was very happy about her date with her fiancé. Every year she went to visit him on that date, but she had a feeling that on that day, something could make Ciel happy. That was her dream of hers, and she hoped to fulfill it.

He arrived at the mansion at two in the afternoon with several suitcases to "decorate the room in a manner appropriate for Valentine's Day". Sebastian came out to greet her, while Snake took care of her luggage.

Is rare. Elizabeth thought as she looked at Sebastian. She had barely said a few polite words to him. Generally, Sebastian would tell him something about Ciel's mood, or rather make a friendly joke about Ciel's character. He was unusually quiet, though, of course, charming nonetheless.

He was thinking about that as he headed towards Ciel's study. Maybe she's sad about spending Valentine's Day alone. But he didn't think much of it because he arrived at his destination, and the only thing his brain could process was his lovely fiancé doing paperwork.

"Ciel..." she couldn't help but whisper, excited. Over the years she had worked on her self-control, and each time she tried not to throw herself into a hug until she suffocated the boy, but it was very difficult at times.

Ciel looked up and gave him his typical crooked smile. With all the chivalry that he knew he was capable of, she asked him to wait for her, that he had some documents to sign, but that she would immediately devote all of his attention to her.

*crooked smile* *crooked smile* *Lizzy dying of excitement*

The girl couldn't with herself. Ciel had never treated her like that! Could it be that she finally recognized all her efforts to make him happy?

- Excuse me for interrupting, the room is ready. Sebastian's deep voice interrupted the young people's moment. Ciel just nodded and Elizabeth looked at him confused.

"But I brought decorations to fix it myself...

"You don't have to worry about that, my young lady, what kind of butler would I be, if I couldn't handle simple themed decorations?"

That guy, and that damn phrase. Who does he think he is? And why so much trust with my fiancee?

"Sebastian, always so efficient," said the girl, while she laughed softly.

The young man finished a stroke of his stylized signature, and prepared to take his fiancée to spend the afternoon together. The weather was bad, so Lizzy was disappointed that she couldn't have a picnic outside but, as long as she went with Ciel, it didn't matter where she went.

- Sebastian! This is amazing!” The girl said as she jumped up and down with excitement. Good thing I didn't set out to accommodate it myself, this is pure genius.

The room was fully ornate, without being cheesy. The lights had been dimmed, giving the place a warm and welcoming tone. There were decorations of hearts, swans, -all kinds of matching animals- all over the place. Different shades of red filled the place, without looking ornate. The place was filled with a soft scent of roses, which were distributed throughout the place, on the tables, on the sides of the chair, there were petals on the floor...

Even Ciel had to admit that the butler-demon had done an excellent job. He didn't come across as cheesy and crude, as he imagined his cousin would have adorned him. He scans the room with his eyes and when he looks from him to Sebastian he sees him with a devilish grin on his face.

— Is the master pleased with my work? She asked, bowing respectfully, without letting go of that smile. Even if he wanted to, Sebastian couldn't contain the desire to annoy him.

Ciel was caught off guard by this question. Damned demon. He glanced quickly at Lizzy, who was looking at him with little stars in her eyes, and all she made of it was click her tongue and mumble something about a job done decently.

Sebastian smiled pleased and went to do other chores. He could live with it. Sebastian felt an inexplicable desire to be the best butler for Ciel. For being the best for him, for pleasing that child. It was the first time he had a contract, of this kind, with a human. He didn't know if he would be like that with everyone, but he did know that he loved following orders from that spoiled child. If only it wasn't so much fun to mess it up.

The appointment passed with an almost strange normality. A feeling of comfort, but not familiar. It was hard to explain. There was a place where they could settle down to have a snack, like a picnic. At Elizabeth's request, and Sebastian gladly complied. Seeing the heart-shaped cakes, Ciel began to suspect that the demon was a first-rate cheesy, deep down. Then he laughed to himself, because he knew more than anyone about his lack of feeling.

They spent the evening talking about various topics, mostly banalities. Being in this situation with her cousin made him feel better about love . He felt something warm in his chest, but he wasn't sure if it was right. For some reason, the situation made him feel homesick. As if something or someone was missing .

But overall it wasn't bad. The complaint was not because the occasion was bad. He was sitting right next to the girl, their hands intertwined and her warm breath hitting his face, as she talked about a trip to France. Everything felt…good. He generally shunned her physical contact, but he didn't dislike it, not at all... He loved her cousin, for better or for worse, but was he in love with her?

He shook his shoulders listlessly, thinking about that situation gave him a headache, and he didn't understand when Lizzy started talking about a new fashion that was sweeping England. She tried to listen to him, but she didn't quite get the point, so she proposed a game of chess.

"Ciel, that's the only game you like to play…" she complained in a somewhat childish way, pouting. I propose something to you, and if you play a violin piece for me?” She requested something excited. She was sure that Ciel would say yes to that. She already knew that her fiancé didn't have much dancing skills, and that games other than her brain skills would bore him. Just like her, she also knew how much Ciel liked her violin.

This request caught Ciel off guard, however Lizzy's excited eyes and his own affinity towards his instrument pushed him to accept the proposal. She opened her mouth to reply when a throat clearer interrupted her.

"Young master…" Sebastian told him as he shows the violin he has in his hands. Ciel wasn't as upset by the interruption, as he was by the realization that that damned demon knew everything about him.

It seemed that that –stupid- mischievous smile never disappeared from his face, and Ciel had to turn his eyes because seeing that smile made him sting, he just didn't know what kind. He directed her gaze to the girl, whose eyes were shining, smiled at her and took her instrument with a bad attitude, which made Sebastian laugh internally.

He went to the center of the room, where -the imbecile- Sebastian, had placed the music stand with the score of his favorite piece. Moron.

She smirked at Elizabeth before beginning to play. She was a few meters from him and further back was, in his correct and hateful position of her, the demon-butler listening intently to the piece.

He needed to concentrate. It was a somewhat complicated piece, which is why it was one of his favorites. She closed her eyes gently, concentrating on the movement of her hands, and when she felt comfortable she opened them again and directed her gaze to the blonde girl.

Am I doing it right? She couldn't help but wonder. Lizzy was looking at him with excitement in her eyes, but she didn't know much about music, so, in a human reflex of needing approval, she glanced at her at the one she sometimes played as her violin tutor. .

He was amazed by the count's presentation, he had never played the piece with such elegance. So he smiled approvingly at her when he glanced at her, and gave her a reassuring nod. Ciel smiled softly at that and continued the piece, looking towards his butler.

It wasn't like he needed her approval. Of course not, because what that demon thought didn't matter, and his thoughts or emotions could go to hell. But for some reason, he liked the idea of knowing that Sebastian was proud of him. That Sebastian had liked an attitude or action of his.

Neither took their eyes off the other until the piece ended. Ciel lowered the violin from his shoulder, held his breath and had to look away from the man, who also did the same.

It's very intense , she thought as she let out a breath. Sebastian's look was just...

It did not make sense. What did he gain by looking at Sebastian like that? Was he a fucking masochist? Did he like that Sebastian made fun of him? She was probably gloating right now about how she needed his approval, and damn it , he didn't care what Sebastian thought or did or thought. She didn't need him to smile at her, much less for her to look at him, which was probably annoyed, although he thought it was… What with that look? She almost seemed... affectionate.

No, this could not be done. He couldn't believe for a minute that this demon was interested in him, because all he wanted was his soul. He couldn't get his hopes up about… Get his hopes up about what? It wasn't even legal to be with another man! And less with a servant... what was he thinking...

I should stop thinking nonsense. Besides, getting excited about Sebastián would imply that she liked Sebastián and he rather felt that something else… Nonsense! Knowing that Sebastián was attractive didn't make her like him, as well as feeling protected by his side, or that he was the only being who understood everything that was happening to him… Damn.

Lizzy pounced on him and showered him with compliments about how cute he looked playing.

Sebastian, for his part, managed to blow the hair that was falling on his face. He was annoyed by that situation... Wait a minute, for what reason? It was stupid. Jealous that his contractor was spending time with someone else? It was ridiculous and on top of…low-class demon attitude.

Sebastian could admit that he was attracted to the teenage brat. His soul was attractive enough for that. Just as he was also a unique and special person, with a conviction like no other, that when he got angry he would make that tender pout like a kitten and...

Damn , he thought as he massaged his temple. She couldn't be doing that, she had work to do. She left the room quickly, not noticing how blue eyes followed her trail as she walked away from her.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Sebastian and Ciel were dispatching Elizabeth from the mansion. The girl planned to stay that night, but they decided that it was better not to worry the marquise in that way, that Ciel would be the one who would have to bear her scolding.

"This was an incredible evening, Ciel," the girl said as she lovingly took her hands, and Ciel gave her his best fake smile to please her.

Elizabeth was flying on cotton candy riding unicorns that spewed chocolate. Her fiancé had been incredibly tender with her – as tender as the boy could be – and at last she felt that he hadn't been her typical annoyance to him.

— Ciel I… — muttered the girl as she got as close as she could to Ciel.

The boy looked at him in surprise and understood what the girl wanted. For a few moments she found herself wondering what she had to do. His cousin was definitely attractive and she was in love with him. The girl closed her eyes and he almost decided to give her a simple kiss on the cheek, risking disappointing the girl, when she turned and saw her butler looking at him with… anger?

What happens? Why the hell is he angry? The boy frowned and watched as Sebastian dug his nails into the palms of his hands. What happened to him? Sebastian had no right to give an opinion, not even to think about anything about him. If he wanted to kiss his damn fiancée of his, he would, and there was nothing that idiot demon could do about it. That he probably didn't even want to do anything. That damned demon was probably angry because someone was touching his dinner, and Ciel decided that he wasn't interested in that idiot's selfish feelings, so he placed his hand on his cousin's cheek and gave her the best kiss he could, in his inexperience. .

Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek, and sighed, relaxing his hands. He knew that this was going to happen at some point, that his master and his fiancée were going to go physical at some point. It did not matter. He wasn't upset with the girl, because she didn't know anything about what was n't going on between the two of them. He was also not interested in whether or not her master touched the -hateful- girl, because that was her duty as her future husband.

No, I wasn't upset about that. Not because he had decided to spend the date with the girl, was the most logical thing to do. Or because he had dedicated a -fucking- violin concert to the little music connoisseur. That didn't matter.

To admit her annoyance, she would have to admit a truth that she had tried to hide for years. The master of his attracted him. It was stupid, it was not new to him, but he felt that the whole development had been very ridiculous.

Coming back to the subject, the reason he was upset was because of the young man's attitude towards him. He clicked his tongue because the kiss was extending more than necessary and it bothered him that his master had no consideration for him...

Consideration with what? Since he was the damned master of that soul and that body! , and that spoiled child shouldn't be giving himself away to anyone who... But that wasn't just anyone, it was his fiancée. Ciel didn't know that Sebastian was upset, they were nothing...

Ciel believed that he had no feelings.

Damn .

Ciel released Lizzy from his grip and she was so stunned that she couldn't find the words to say, so she just got into the carriage with a wide smile and walked away, waving goodbye.

— I see that the young master has learned to… “tolerate” his fiancée more, if I'm not mistaken. Does that mean the future won't be looking for excuses to take her away from you?” Sebastian said, with all the malice he could muster. He was a much better player than Ciel in that area, that he didn't expect him to make it easy for him.

- Shut! I didn't ask for your opinion. Ciel was upset. That kiss had only left him more confused… Had he really only kissed the girl because he was upset with Sebastian?

Elizabeth didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve it and he...

Damn , he thought as he smoothed back the hair that was falling on his forehead. That while she was kissing her cousin, only she could think about how hateful Sebastian was and how she wasn't going to let him intimidate her.

Upon entering the mansion again, each went to do the last homework of the day. Ciel decided to fix some documents that he needed to review, and then go to sleep and end that tedious day. The visit of his cousin the only thing he managed to do was confuse him more and now he was confused by the always irritating Sebastian.

He paused for a moment and stretched out his arms. If... if he admitted to himself that he was... -and this is a word chosen at random for not having a better word to describe the situation...- attracted, towards Sebastian. Suppose he was. Just for a moment.

Did he have psychological problems? Seriously, being interested - falling in love - with a being like Sebastián only showed that something was wrong in her head.

She threw her head back on her desk and grabbed her hair in frustration. He was the only person in the world stupid enough to fall in love with an unfeeling being who only saw him as a gourmet dish.

He had to bite his lip in frustration, because making that discovery made him angry. He made her understand why he was so confused when he was around, with the whole idea of Valentine's. He would rather remain in denial, the only thing missing is for him to come to…

"Young master, it is time for bed." Forget about it.

Ciel looked up and stared at the man in front of him. She glanced at him, not embarrassed, because he was the –fucking- master here and he did what he wanted and Sebastian couldn't tell him no.

Sebastian cringed into himself momentarily. What happened to the young man suddenly? He regained his composure quickly and asked:

"Is something wrong, sir?"

"Not at all, Sebastian," he answered as he closed his eyes in boredom and got up from his chair.

Both went to the young man's bedroom to prepare him for sleep. As usual, Ciel walked ahead and Sebastian followed about three steps behind.

The butler was reflecting on the situation. Even assuming the fact that he was somehow attracted to his contractor, that didn't change a thing. Ciel would never see it that way. For Ciel, he was just a servant who catered to his every whim and would help him complete his revenge, for a comfortable price. Ciel only saw their relationship as a business exchange. That was fine, because that was what it was all about.

Demons could get what they wanted from humans. And Sebastian was aware that he could seduce Ciel if he pleased. Ciel, despite everything, was still a human. But when you think about it...

Where did all that hypocritical morality come from? She had seduced hundreds of people in the past, why would his young master be any different? … Because he cared about Ciel.

fuck . Someone should write a book about the complications of having a master like Ciel Phantomhive.

Arriving at the room, Sebastian prepared to undress Ciel to put on his pajamas. It was a routine activity, in which they did not even look into each other's eyes, but this was not a night like the others. The tension was unbearable and almost palpable. Sebastian got down on his knees, and he couldn't help but watch the boy's neck move with each breath, and that only made him more eager to taste it, to know what it would be like to lick that neck and listen to the young man's moans of pleasure... He had to swallow thick at those thoughts.

Ciel could only get more heated, having the attractive butler between his legs, trying to remove the noose with which he almost strangled him this morning. The boy clutched his hands to the sheet, and when their eyes met, they just couldn't take it anymore. For a few minutes they hesitated, the young man grasping his wrists and lowering them to his waist, and Sebastian stopped playing games and leaned forward.

Their lips met hard. Ciel started out a bit shy, but he was getting more and more demanding. She grabbed Sebastian's tie to control him at will. Sebastian could only smile into the kiss, his young master did not change at any time. Ciel fell onto the mattress, and Sebastian climbed on top of him leaning on his knee.

Ciel opened his mouth and licked Sebastian's lower lip. He started begging furiously, to which Sebastian agreed by opening his mouth, causing their tongues to meet.

Ciel felt in the clouds. He began to take off Sebastian's jacket and his movements were more and more disordered, so he was beginning to lack air. Sebastian gently caressed her waist and the back of his neck before gently moving away. All that effort could be bad for him. Ciel made something similar to a pout when he felt them moving away from him.

Sebastian, what...

"You are very passionate, aren't you, young master?" She asked as she wiped away a trail of saliva that ran down to her chin.

Ciel felt his cheeks burn and only responded with a — Shut up! — To throw Sebastian on his bed and get on top of him.

“Do you have to ruin every moment we spend together? Ciel asked to finish taking off his tie and start taking off his jacket.

“I was just making a point, my lord. It's possible she'll have an asthma attack again if he doesn't do a better job of controlling his impulses. Sebastian had Ciel by the waist and began to take off his vest.

- You're an idiot, Sebastian. You are an idiot, as well as interested and false.

Ciel starts licking her lip, running his nose along her jaw.

— Interested and false? And why does my young lord have such a horrible notion of me? She asked as he put his hand under the young man's shirt and began to caress him.

Ciel sat up fully and began to move on top of him.

Come on, Sebastian! Let's stop being childish… I'm aware that the only reason you're reciprocating me is because I pity you, or because of some strange demonic habit that involves fucking your contractor. I don't care, I'll accept that. I just hope you keep quiet because I...

- Master, that's not...

— Oh, come on! — Ciel grabbed Sebastian's hair with such force that it almost hurt— Now are you going to tell me that you've fallen in love with me? she said sarcastically as he looked away from the man.

"I…" Sebastian shrank into himself, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to answer.

Ciel raised an eyebrow and then suddenly started laughing. It wasn't a mocking or fake laugh, it was just that, a laugh. Sebastian smiled confused and asked why.

—It's just… Damn, this is so stupid and… clichéd and… —he raised the butler's body to strip him of the garment —I think we've wasted a lot of time— he whispered in his ear with all the sensuality he was capable of.

Wasted a lot of time, all in all. Sebastian couldn't contain his emotion and placed himself on top of Ciel again. He started licking her neck, and Ciel bit his lips trying to contain the moans that wanted to come out of his mouth.

Sebastian's hands ran down each side of the boy, making him shiver. He undressed him completely from the top and dedicated himself to savoring all of his chest.

"Sebastian, I…" Ciel sat up and took off his shirt, finishing undressing him. His curious hands go over all the skin he can go over. It's almost as pale as his and it's very soft.

It is a body that seems sculpted by the angels themselves. Speaking of irony. Ciel's mouth waters at the thought of him being in bed with his butler, busy with this kind of chores. Sebastián seemed to be just as ecstatic as he was, his eyes half-closed and an almost imperceptible blush on his cheeks. Ciel swallowed hard and looked back at the demon's body from him.

He traced her nipples with a naive interest, and decided to experiment with licking her breast with some shyness. She kept going down until she reached her belly, and then back up to meet her lips again.

This kid. He had received that kind of scrutiny in the past, but for some reason this time was much more intense than the previous times. Because Ciel mattered to him.

The kiss was hard and passionate. Slow, covering every inch of the other's mouth. Ciel directed his hands to the back of the butler's neck and they fell back onto the bed. It was a delicious mix of tongue and saliva that made Ciel see stars. Sebastian couldn't stop his hands that yearned to cover the entire body of the minor, who moaned in the kiss. He ran down the sides of his torso, his thighs, the small of his back that sent even more shivers up the boy's spine.

It was amazing .

Sebastian began to unbutton Ciel's pants and Ciel, by reflex, tried to close his legs.

"My master does not wish to go there?" Sebastian asked in his ear before playfully biting him. Pronouncing the words with a deep, grave once, and that my master had made Ciel have to suppress an extremely unseemly gasp.

- Do not be an idiot. It was a reflex action… And you can call me Ciel—she requested -she ordered- in a whisper, while she directed her gaze to another place.

" Okay, my Ciel , " he replied as he lowered his hand to unbutton his pants. Ciel gulped as he looked back at him and found that hellish red gaze burning with desire.

They shared another kiss and Sebastian finished stripping the boy of the garment. He shivered as he felt the cold air hit his legs.

Sebastian laughed at that reaction and Ciel sent him one of his "I'm going to kill you" looks.

The brunette made a tour with his tongue, going through his neck - bothering him until he could get all the moans he wanted - going through the nipples. His tongue licked and bit one of them while his hand took care of teasing the entire chest area.

"Sebastian that... That feels good," she groaned as her head fell onto the mattress.

"And it's going to get better," he said with a tone that made Ciel blush even more, if that was possible.

He lowered his hand to the boy's crotch and began to touch him with some reserve, which made Ciel frustrated. He knew what the man wanted him to do, but he wasn't going to beg, he wasn't going to do it under any criteria...

— Ah! Sebastian! He groaned as the man fully grasped the length of him with his hand and began nibbling at the skin on his lower belly.

— Does my Ciel like what I'm doing to him? she asked lewdly as she tightened her hold on her and began pumping slowly, up and down.

"You're a looooong…" he claimed as he sat up and looked Sebastian in the eye. It licked all over his skin. Feeling it was one thing, but seeing Sebastián in those tasks was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing she could witness in his life. He was about to order her to move his hand faster, because the idiot wouldn't let him just like that, when the man clucked his tongue and climbed up to his ear.

"Don't worry, Ciel , I'll give you what you want," he said before he started pumping quickly, making Ciel see stars.

Her whole body felt on fire, and she wanted to break free at that moment. His hips moved without his will, yearning for more and more of that contact that until moments before Sebastian had denied him.

The man in question needed to bite his lip at his master's adorable reaction. See how she moaned, how she writhed beneath him. The curses that dirty little mouth uttered. It was certainly a sight, she thought as she licked her lips.

The boy was really close. He held onto the shoulders of his ever-loyal butler. Everything was so intense and incredible that the world seemed to shine, each sensation was amplified a million, and in the middle of all that, Sebastian. It didn't take long for him to come and fall agitated on the bed.

Sebastian pushed himself up and stared at the panting youth beneath him for a moment. The boy was smiling in the post-orgasmic haze, as he brought his hand to his face.

- That was…-. She needed to show him how much she liked him. She made a move to get up, but only managed to pull Sebastian on top of him and kiss him.

Sebastian started stroking his hair and Ciel seemed to be about to fall asleep. He bit his lip as he tried to stop thinking about the erection between her legs.

Ciel was exhausted, and he couldn't force him to continue. He didn't want to anyway, he was satisfied that he had pleased his master in such a way. He got up regretfully as he went to pick up his clothes when Ciel grabbed him around the waist.

"Where… where are you going?" she asked shyly. She looked down at the crotch of his demon, and saw her erection under the fabric of his pants. Her eyes widened in surprise. You haven't...I haven't done anything with you and I...

"You shouldn't worry about that, young master, I'll be fine," he said as he kissed his forehead. Ciel closed his eyes, dazed, but before Sebastian got up he threw him on the bed.

"That's not right, Sebastian. I won't let you think I'm useless. Let me…let me help you with that. He looked away from him and began to unbutton the man's pants.

Sebastian was about to stop his master, when he completely lowered his underwear and began to pump his member rapidly.

"Besides, I told you to call me Ciel."

"Okay... Ciel," Sebastian said in a grave and hoarse tone as he tried to control the movements of his hips.

Ciel grabbed the member with both hands. It's big, he thought to himself. He licked his lips unconsciously, and started running his fingers over the tip, listening in glory as Sebastian moaned at his actions.

The boy was inexperienced and messy. He acted on instinct, not sure what to do, but wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could. Sebastian was touched by that as they had no idea. No one had ever been so… considerate of him.

They pleased him, just to please themselves with his body, and then when they were done with him, they would send him out of his room, not caring about his feelings because, ohh, he was a demon and he didn't. He had never given much importance to it, sex had never been something he had given importance to. If Ciel didn't want to continue, he wasn't going to force him, she would remove his erection with cold water, or wait for her to go down on her own...

But as always, Ciel acted beyond what he expected. There he was, in his inexperience, biting his lips, trying to give her pleasure. It was Ciel, who leaned down and was giving him tender and shy kisses on his chest. It was Ciel, the one who was worrying about his pleasure.

It was Ciel, the one who made him finish, because everything was fucking intense, and boy did he love that boy.

It ended up in the boy's hand, who looked at the semen with surprise and some curiosity, while he gasped and lay on the bed.

"Did you… did you like it?" Hmm, did I do it right? Ciel asked shyly as he lay down on his butler's chest.

"As always, Ciel, you exceeded my expectations," he said before starting to caress her hair.

"You're an idiot, Sebastian," he said as he felt his ears redden.

Sebastian laughed out loud and, when he tried to get up, Ciel caught him with his arms.

"I want you to sleep with me tonight." It was an order, but it sounded like a request. Ciel looked away and Sebastian caressed his cheeks.

— I was going to clean us up so we wouldn't sleep like this, Ciel.

— So… so yes. — Ciel crossed his arms and let the butler sit up. The man looked for some cloths and cleaned him gently, touching places he shouldn't, tickling Ciel. He was passing out from exhaustion, but he wanted to make sure that he would spend the night by his side.

When he finished cleaning, he lay down on the mattress again and the boy immediately pulled him to his body and covered them under the sheet.

"Someone is anxious..." he said as he took her by the waist.

"Shut up, I told you," he answered as he buried his nose in her neck and sniffed that rich essence... it smelled like apple, like the forbidden fruit.

Sebastian watched the boy sniff his neck and chuckled internally. The young man fell asleep shortly after and Sebastian spent a while looking at him...

Maybe he would sleep tonight, being by Ciel's side was so warm and sweet that it made him want to sleep by his side, although spending the night looking at his cute little face was also very tempting.

And well , Ciel would think the next day, now I don't feel so bad about this day.

It seems that Lizzy was right that something would make Ciel happy on that February 14th.

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A/N: I love it when Ciel is playful, but at the same time shy. And I love when Sebastian cares about Ciel's well-being, I don't know what the obsession is to put a Sebastian hurting Ciel. He sometimes lets them hurt him, but when he knows there is no real danger, Sebastian would never really let Ciel suffer. Not for him... what happens is that Sebas is something of a sadist, but he does care about the cute count. :3

As for the aforementioned dessert, look for it, just seeing it provoked me, it's a sponge cake soaked in syrup, and it's a typical English dessert. ;3

I urge you to read Ertal77's fic, Valentine's Day at the Phantomhive mansion , it's simply beautiful. Thanks for the beteo girl. ;)

Thaks everyone for reading. If you want more fics like these (with a weird plot and taken from the fifth hell) you know that you have to encourage me with your beautiful words made review. ;)

See you. ;)

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[Requests are closed]

No NSFW, inc*st shipping, or any uncomfortable topics.

Mostly writes for Camilo and Carlos Madrigal

And also other Madrigal grandkids Platonically and romantically.

CAMILO MADRIGAL :

■ One shots:

:: Food Thief ::

A cheeky yellow chameleon hastily sneaks into the Casita's kitchen just to get some of that extra batch of arepas.

:: Torn Rauna ::

He didn't mean to! He panicked.

Karma has settled onto the shapeshifter so shortly that he rushed down to the nearest person who would help stitch up his "little" problem.

:: Apologize ::

Ignoring all his calls and shouts of your name, you stomped your way to your room. Hopefully wanting to end this day so you wouldn't see his face ever again, too much to his dismay.

Part 1 of I'm Sorry.

:: I'm Sorry ::

He doesn't want to end it like this. He just doesn't want to loose you. It's better to say what you had been wanting to say than just leave it like this.

Part 2 of Apologize.

:: Mi Amarillo ::

You sometimes question if Camilo was being serious or was just playing with your feelings. You would never know since he would just give you vague answers.

:: Maha-Mahal Kita ::

They say "The way to a person's heart is through their stomach." And you agreed to that notably.

:: I'm Right Here ::

The Casita is falling down and you were there to try and save your friend Mirabel and the candle. If only he was there to save you, this wouldn't have happened.

Part 1 of Right Beside you.

:: From The Start ::

It's been years since you had feelings for Camilo. But now that is clear that he wouldn't reciprocate your feelings, you just turned your confession into a song that you worked on.

Inspired by the song Simula pa nung una by Patch Quiwa.

CARLOS MADRIGAL :

■ One shots:

:: I Want What They Have ::

Seeing both of your bestfriends finally together, you congratulate them from afar with a grin. Meanwhile one of the Madrigal twins had their face scrunched up only to think he was jealous of his brother.

:: Wanna Piece of this? ::

You were just minding your business with Mirabel. Up until a flour covered boy stopped in front of you both with an scrunched up face. And boy does he look mad, clearly someone pranked the hell out of them.

:: Under the Same Moon ::

They never said long distance relationship was easy but yet there you two tried and hoped it would last longer.

Carlos had been waiting all day just to hear a single phone call from you. But everytime he tried, it was always unattended. He was looking forward for the day that you two could celebrate Valentines together.

Late valentines special.

:: Saved by the Devil ::

An old story of mine that I made into an encanto fic. Read at your own risk.

:: Won't Back Down ::

You weren't really into street fighting, especially if it were a 1 vs 4. Cornered by your bullies in a dark alley, you didn't have any other choices except fight. In the mids of the fight, boy with the red rauna and snarky face jumps into the scene surprisingly helping you.

Part 1 of Call out my Name.

:: Call out my Name ::

You didn't expect to reconsider his words after the incident you went through. Though you didn't think he would actually be true to his words.

Part 2 of Won't back down.

:: Lightning show ::

You were always fascinated by the sky, mostly because of the stars. You would always gaze up on the sky and study astronomy.

But one day was particularly different, you didn't expect it to turn out like this, you didnt even know about anything like this bizzare before, so amazed that you have to show this to him.

:: A Simple Song ::

One, two, three, one, two, three. That is what he could remember after hearing you play the song he once heard as a child.

Inspired by the song I Hear a symphony by Cody Fry.

:: Just for You ::

You gave your all just to prove everything to him yet his mind was already clouded over the fact that you will and was never enough for him to accept you.

:: Love Like You ::

There he leans on the wall silently looking over at you from afar. Seeing that you, your smile, and your pretty face. He couldn't help but thought of how could you effortlessly be you.

Inspired by the song Love like you by Steven Universe (End credits).

■ Upcoming stories:

:: Shouldn't Have ::

You gave the attention he once wanted and when he got the attention from everybody else, he never gave his to you.

CAMILO AND CARLOS MADRIGAL:

:: A Guy that I'd kinda be Into ::

You didn't know your fellow club members would be this nosey to ask who your crush is. You tried to shrug it away but since they were too pushy, you gave them the answer, somewhat.

:: Why must it be You? ::

Its so unfair, for all of the girls in Encanto, it was you who caught the attention of both boys. It was you who made them fight over you yet in the end you picked...

:: Sunflowers or Roses ::

Who would you pick? The good boy or the bad boy? The infamous charming prankster or the menacing snarky streetfighter?

DOLORES MADRIGAL :

:: Sing It to Me ::

You only play the songs you wrote just to yourself as you never even played it to anyone else, even to your parents. Right across the town, you wouldn't know that she would hear the melodies you sang while you nonchalantly strum your guitar to a certain tune.

■ Upcoming:

MIRABEL MADRIGAL :

ISABELA MADRIGAL:

LUISA MADRIGAL :

■ Headcanons:

:: Valentines date :: Part I, Part II.

How would you picture yourself if you were to have a date one of the Madrigal grandkids on valentines?

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Tommy Slater X Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, , reader finds out why Tommy really started killing people, reader gets killed by Tommy, gore, axe violence.

Here's a Tommy Slater fic! Oh, and as the warning says, the reader dies 😀 so be prepared.

Tommy and I have been dating for years now, we first met in high school and then later on we started dating.

He is a really sweet guy, he would comfort me whenever I feel down, stand up to those who try to get in our way, and we would always go on dates together.

There was this one night where we had a dinner date, Valentine's Day, he gave me a boquet of roses, confessed to me, and asked "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!" I happily answered, then he gave me this bone crushing, hug, I hugged him back, and layed my lips on his. It's like I never wanna let go.

It was the most unforgettable memory I ever had, it held a special place in my heart.

We both had dreams of getting out of Shadyside, we want to live in a place where I don't have to worry about someone breaking in and killing me after, maybe work in a high paying job, have kids, many things.

But sadly, that didn't come true.

JULY 19, 1978

CAMP NIGHTWING

7:00 P.M

Color war had just started, I wore the blue shirt representing Shadyside, supervising the campers to get them into the mood.

Tommy said that he was going with Cindy to find some drugs because she thought that was the reason why Nurse Lane went feral. "Sorry, I can't. I have to supervise for Color War, also why would Cindy think that Nurse Lane was on drugs?"

He chuckled, "I don't know either, but I'll try to tell her that it's fine."

I nodded, "Yeah, don't worry, she'll probably understand."

"Anyways, you might as well wanna start supervising the kids now, I'll be right back to help you out." Tommy said, giving me a small peck on the lips, smiling at me while following Cindy to the infirmary.

I smiled, what could possibly go wrong? I went back to helping out the fellow campers.

•

It had been a while now since Color War started, the sky was becoming black and the moon started to shine, sadly, I couldn't find the red Sunnyvale flag, hopefully I will, along with the campers.

I suddenly remembered Tommy, he said he was gonna come back, what's taking him so long?

I shook my head, he was probably on the other side of the forest, helping out the campers, I thought.

That was when I heard a scream.

I looked up, worried, that scream didn't come out of excitement, it sounded like came out of fear.

It probably came from the workshop.

I ran over there to see what happened, worrying that a camper probably got injured.

But it was worse than that.

I ran to the horrifying sight of someone, literally killing a camper, with an axe.

Whoever it is, they were swinging the axe multiple times, a pool of blood forming under the camper's body.

I quietly hid behind a tree, resisting the urge to cry.

I could only listen to the squelching sounds of the flesh.

The killer stopped swinging their axe after a good while, they turned their head, the moon shining brightly for me to see who the killer was.

My heart sank, eyes widening at the bloody face of

Tommy Slater.

No, it can't be.

Tommy wouldn't do something like this. Even to camper.

What happened?

He walks away, the sound of his heavy footsteps slowly fading, meaning he's far.

I couldn't help it, I started to cry.

How could he do this?

After a good while of crying, I got up and ran, passing by the body of the dead camper.

•

I had been running long enough now but it seems that I am lost in the woods, my legs are now tired and weary.

I fell to my knees, I start to worry about the campers, they probably might get killed by Tommy.

My thoughts were racing then I looked up at some stone wall, wait, why would there be some wall in the middle of the woods? I slowly got up, whatever it is I'd rather not find out, but curiosity just got the best of me so I decided to check.

I walked towards it, looking around to for any sight of Tommy, thankfully, he's not here. I let out a sigh of relief.

I looked at the stone wall, vines crawling around it, It looked like it had been here for years, then I looked down, to see a staircase leading underground.

Who the hell lives underground?

Don't go, I thought.

How could I not? This is a nice hiding spot.

So I walked down the steps.

This place felt like a hundred years old, dust was all over the place, along with some cobwebs. There were old books, chimes, and animal skin.

This place made me uncomfortable as hell, dust coming to my nose, making me sneeze.

I looked at my right, which was literally a bad idea, because I then see a body, his face completely bashed up, a blood pool underneath forming under the body.

I gasped, which to my hand covering my mouth, trying not to scream at the brutal sight of what seemed to be, Arnie's dead body. Tommy did this, I'm sure.

I should probably leave, but there was this archway that lead to a candle-lit room.

I wish to God that I didn't go in there but I was curious. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I wouldn't mind dying.

As I entered the room, the first thing I saw was this satanic mark on the ground , a flaming candle lit in the middle. And then I wonder,

Was someone making a deal with the Devil?

Even more questions raced through my mind as I looked up to what looks like a wall, with words carved on it.

I approached the wall to get a better look. Names, names of people, names Shadysiders were carved on the walls.

My eyes widened in realization.

These were the names of the Shadyside killers.

A chill runs through my spine as I read each name,

Cyrus Miller

From what I heard, he was the first killer ever recorded, from 1666.

Isaac Milton

Grifter Guts Girls.

William Barker

The child killer, why would a minor wanna kill people?

Harry Rooker

The Milkman, he slayed a bunch of innocent housewives.

Ruby Lane

Nurse Lane's daughter, she killed her friends, and her boyfriend, in a party 13 years ago.

I had read alot about them. I never believed in that Sarah Fier bullshit, but learning about the killers were really interesting.

And by just reading the last name, I felt like I wanna explode, the last name written on the wall is the name of someone whom I know very well.

Thomas Slater

I fell to the ground, my breathing panicked.

If the legend isn't real,

Then what is this?

Then it all comes to me.

The legend is real, Sarah Fier, she was hung for witchcraft, and started possessing people for revenge on Shadyside. She possessed innocent Shadysiders.

And one of them being my sweet boyfriend.

I started to cry, my boyfriend was possessed.

And Nurse Lane knew.

She tried to warn us, but we didn't listen.

If Tommy knew about this then he would let Nurse Lane stab him.

Tears streaming on my face looking around the room, then my eyes landed on another archway, which seemes to be blocked by huge rocks, but there was a small space for me to see.

I walked to towards to the hole and looked at the small space to see if anyone elese was in here, I see two familiar figures sitting across each other. "Cindy, Alice?" I called out, confused, what are they doing here? Were they hiding from Tommy as well? They both turner their heads towards my voice. "Y/N?" Cindy called out, recognizing my voice, her flashlight turning towards me, the light blinding my eyes.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, Cindy and Alice walking towards the blocked hole to take a close look at the small space so they can see me.

"It's Tommy, he got possessed by the witch and killed Arnie and-" Cindy explains but I cut her off.

"I know, I just found out now." I said, sadly.

"I'm sorry." Cindy apologizes, Alice nodding in agreement, I shook my head, gave them a small smile, "You don't have to apologize, none of this was your fault."

"Alright, you're gonna have to get everyone to the Mess Hall, just make sure everyone is safe. Okay?" Alice said.

I nodded, hoping I make it on time to keep the campers and counselors safe. And also hoping that Tommy doesn't hurt them.

But that definitely wasn't Tommy, if it were him then he wouldn't done this. It was the witch, Sarah Fier, she did this.

I got up, earning an "Be careful!" from Cindy, I nodded, exiting the room and running up the stairs, passing by Arnie's dead body.

•

My boyfriend is possessed by Sarah Fier.

That's the first thing that came to mind after leaving the witch's house, Tommy...

My sweet Tommy, turned into a monster, thanks to a dead witch from 300 years ago.

I don't know what to do anymore.

But I gotta keep the kids safe, safe from what once was their favorite counselor now an axe-wielding maniac.

And what was once an God-sent angel that brought heaven to my life now a monster bringing me hell.

I started to run, my speed increased as I heard the bell, meaning that there was an emergency and that Color War is now over.

My running even increased more as I heard heavy footsteps, not looking back for I already now who it is chasing after me.

Tommy.

My legs were tired, but I couldn't stop, if I die then the others wpuld die too. But my speed couldn't match up with his, he's too fast.

I tripped over a rock, falling flat onto the ground.

I tried to get up, but a hand pushed me back causing me to stumble and fall.

I turned and looked, and it was him.

Tommy.

Drenched in blood and holding the bloodied axe, he gets ready to swing.

I started to think of all the things that we did as a couple, our dates, our trips, other stuff that we did.

Tears start to flow from my eyes as I think about all the good times I had with Tommy, for this was far from a good time.

But a living nightmare.

I came back to reality as the metal of the axe swung to my chest, breaking my ribcages and causing blood to spill. I let out a scream, for it was painful. He swung again, and again I felt the agonizing pain.

He swung again.

And again.

Until I breathed my last breath, and died.

I was killed by Tommy, my sweet, innocent Tommy.

But the Tommy that killed me was not him.

The real Tommy is still in there, he's just, dead.

Like me.

Maybe we'll love each other in the afterlife instead.

•

A/N

Sorry this is so long!

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