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steal your night (part 1) | sung hanbin ˚₊‧⁺˖
you never knew you had a boyfriend until sung hanbin eats your tiramisu and steals your heart under the stars of monaco
SERIES: a night in monaco — one, two
TAGS: fake dating, strangers to lovers, business man!hanbin, gn!reader, flirty hanbin and you ehe, meet cute <3, summer vibes
A/N: sorry for the disappearance lmao take my hanbin pining as an apology, and as always, purely self indulgent
WORDS: ~1300
Trouble comes when dessert is served.
Everything considered, it’s horrible timing. Sun setting just so over the Mediterranean, hearty chatter firing all around in all sorts of languages and your wine being warm company on a supposedly lonely night. It makes a perfect set-up as your spoon hovers mid-air as you prepare to dig into some well-deserved tiramisu.
Until someone slides into the very empty seat across from you, slips a crisp black business card across the table to you – it reads 'Sung Hanbin' – and uttering the most insane thing yet: "Love, I'm so sorry for being late!"
What.
You barely get to say anything before he's swooping in for la bise. As you lean in, his expensive cologne lingers like smoke in the air. It's a narrow dodge of your lips, but he swerves and lands a quick kiss to your right cheek and then dares to go for a second on your left. Consider yourself stunned because all you do is watch him pull away and a grin at you with a gorgeous smile.
You want to sit and gape for a second, let yourself breathe, and now with a longer look, let him breathe.
This, Hanbin, has flushed cheeks and is twitchy with how he holds your hand – when did that happen?! – across the table. There's a light sheen of sweat on his skin and not due to the heat, more like he's either embarrassed or nervous about this. He breathes in short, sharp gasps as if he's been running and mouths something to you.
Please play along. His hand still holds yours, and he squeezes just so.
Hanbin turned his head to the right slightly. Stood at a table near the entrance was a woman with a flowy silver dress on and hair pulled into quite a severe bun. Her pointed heels tapping on the spot and her jittery eyes glance over at you two, but quickly look somewhere else when she catches your curious gaze.
“She’s been trying to get me to buy her a meal all day,” he sighs. “Thing is, I even saw her scoping me out yesterday at a bar last night. I was naïve enough to buy her a drink to start some conversation, but she’s taken it as personal permission to stalk me. She clearly hasn’t gotten the memo.” And he squeezes your hand again, this time to comfort himself.
“What about me? What if I turn out to be some crazy that’s out to steal your Amex and claim my fifth husband?”
“You? No way, you have a top shelf wine and a second plate of tiramisu in front of you already. You're doing perfectly fine without my money," Hanbin lists before his gaze turns considering. "Unless... you weren't lying about the husbands.”
You laugh into your wine and eye Hanbin over the rim. "You wouldn’t look too bad in a wedding tux, pretty boy, who knows?”
The long column of Hanbin’s neck is exposed thanks to the open collar of his shirt. Revealing the delicate sun, moon and star on his collar that only keeps you stuck in wonder for longer.
You can only imagine how smooth the skin feels – under your hands and lips – but maybe that’s the wine talking when he sits there fine and handsome against the candlelight. The sunset paints saturated hues against his skin, you can barely see the blush that peeks above his collar thanks to it.
If you friends were here, you know what they’d say about him: trouble, hot and wealthy trouble.
“Eyes up here, love.” Your eyes leap back up to Hanbin’s to only see amusement in them. Getting caught flushes your face with heat but his eyes are dark enough to forget yourself in.
You try to push on, clearing your throat and pulling yourself together. “So, the deal is we act like lovers the rest of the night?” The weight of the word lovers is a syrupy one, overtly sweet and something far from familiar for you but Hanbin only smiles at it.
“Of course, love. Shouldn’t be too hard with someone as sweet as you,” he grins however his eyes still linger on that woman in silver, clearly on edge.
You drum your fingers on the table, the rush of meeting each other melting quickly in the air. Awkward tension is bound to seep in soon and you'll be damned if it does! you're not losing this chance no matter how much trouble this man could be.
A stroke of brilliance brings you to push forward your untouched plate of tiramisu over to him, careful with the spoon balancing precariously on the plate. “What?” you smile at his confused face. “I wasn’t eating it anyway and you need a distraction.” But he just raises his brows like he doesn't believe it.
At his reluctance, you sigh and begin to flag down a waitress.
“Hey! Hey, don’t kick me out please—I’ll eat it!… even pay for it!—” Hanbin flusters even further as you push a finger against his soft lips to shut him up as the waitress arrives.
It’s a beat of silence.
“Two more tiramisus, please.” Hanbin’s laugh of disbelief trails the waitress as she leaves.
What you do find out is that it’s stupidly easy to talk to Hanbin. You tell him why you’re even here in Monaco: about your crazy best friends marrying after years of adventures, about being the responsible one in a group of misfits, about growing up and never quite finding the one unlike how they did. Loneliness is a familiar tale on your tongue, the wine tinging everything you say with bitter honesty you’ve never been able to let out with anyone else.
With Hanbin, you learn about his job as a business consultant: his annoying – but endearing! – juniors Yujin and Gyuvin, how him and Zhang Hao – his other colleague – are out here for strictly business. Until of course, he met you.
“What are your doing out here so alone, anyway?” he probed. He’s so much closer now, having moved his chair to be next to you instead of opposite you. “You’re too pretty to be single but I really hope you are.”
You shrug off the flirting for once and let yourself disappear back into the chair. “Everyone else I know are in relationships so they’re all away on dates across the city. I figured stealing myself away on a self-date would be better than sitting lonely in a hotel room all night.”
He hums, a low and melodic thing. You can feel the heat of him next to you, the weight of his presence and the cut of his cologne all over again. Though nothing prepares you when Hanbin takes your hand in his.
He raises it, gentle and kind, slow and despairing, and presses his lips to your ring finger.
"Well then, may I steal your night?" he asks like a dare. A whisper barely heard but shared between you two.
Eyes far too low and gaze far too heavy for a look between strangers. The implications are clearer than the night sky above. Hanbin's lips linger with a smirk, and you can feel everything in you screaming to look away before you melt into the floor but all you can do is stare.
Trouble. Is what your mind is screaming. It's what you really want after all this pining in silence. Someone to crash into your life and take you with them.
"You don't even know my name."
It comes out like an accusation. Trouble, trouble, trouble. It brings you here and leaves you dizzy, craving for more.
"Why would I need it, love. You'll be saying mine all night.”
The woman is long gone into the night so there's no need for this play-pretend. But trouble looks you in the eyes and you kiss him with a heart that yearns for more.
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My Hero
Summary: Luca helps Reader feel better after her date at his restaurant goes to shit.
Pairing: Luca/F!Plus Size!Reader, pre-relationship
Notes: I've been pondering this story for several weeks, and now I'm finally getting it down on paper.
Warnings: Date gone wrong, canon-typical language, self-esteem issues, mention of dirty thoughts, food and dessert descriptions, tiny bit of food kink?, past fat-shaming, still fluffy with a happy ending (mention of future relationship)
Tags: @pettyprocrastination @cinewhore @nolita-fairytale @phoenixhalliwell @grogusmum
"Chef, we have a problem at Table 5."
Luca sighs when Petra tells him this - she's his most trusted waitress, and she can usually handle anything on the floor. "What kind of problem?" he asks.
"The woman's date snuck out on her, and he stuck her with the check." Petra points out into the restaurant space, and Luca sees the patron in question. She's plump and pretty, but the way she's hunched over her table, Luca can tell how upset she is.
"Was the guy acting weird?"
Petra shrugs. "I mean, he was a little under-dressed, and he'd been twitchy. I guess he was looking for his opportunity to dash - he mentioned needing the bathroom, then he disappeared. That said, the lady has been lovely; I just hope this doesn't sour her on this place for good."
"Okay..." Luca ponders a minute, and then he takes his apron off. Calling to his staff, he says, "Chefs, I'll be right back, keep it moving!"
"Yes chef!" "Heard, chef!" Luca smiles to himself; he's always known his team is dependable.
--
When Petra comes back to check on you, she's not alone - she's accompanied by a striking man with dark blond hair and an attractive lift to his eyebrows.
"Petra, is this the manager?" you ask. "I'm good for the check, I wasn't trying to angle for a discount."
Petra shakes her head. "No ma'am - this is Chef Luca, our head of pastries. He just wanted to chat with you and see how you were doing." She pats your shoulder and takes her leave.
"May I sit?" Luca asks.
"Sure," you say. FUCK, he's cute - up close, you can tell that his nose and jaw could cut glass.
He sits across from you, and his expression is sympathetic. "Petra told me the basics - are you ok?"
"Well, like I said, I'm good for the check - but mostly, I feel stupid," you admit. "All the warning signs were there that this was a set-up."
"Oh?"
"Yeah - I'd known Oliver for five years, and he'd never gone out with anyone who....who's built like me - and then suddenly he says, "Oh, let's go to this great place I heard about, but can you put the reservation under your name?" We get here and Petra asks us about splitting the check - he says there's no need, it'll be just one check, and when I thank him, he says, "No, thank you for coming out." "
You pause, and then you groan in annoyance. "Shit, I bet he heard about me getting my inheritance from my aunt; that's why he knew I could afford this place."
Luca winces - he's heard of some cowardly shit in his time, but this is ridiculous. "That's the worst; I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, but thank you," you say. "Petra was great and it's sweet of you to check in." You pull out your purse. "I'll pay up and be on my way."
"Actually, do you have to go just yet?" Luca asks. "If you're not in a hurry, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
Your mind briefly goes to a dirty place, but thankfully it doesn't show on your face. You put your purse back down and look at him questioningly. "What kind of favor?"
"I have a new dessert I'm working on, but I don't think it's quite right yet. Want to try a few samples and tell me what you think?"
That's not what you were expecting, but you won't argue with a handsome man presenting you with handmade delicacies either. You nod, and Luca signals Petra to the kitchen to get a tray together.
Petra returns with a plate full of different variations on the same dessert, along with a glass of sparkling water for a palate cleanser. Your eyes go wide - there must be a dozen different versions of this miniature treat in front of you. Each piece is unique, either by stacking order or by ingredient proportions.
"You don't mind me eating in front of you?" you ask Luca. Unfortunately, you've had it happen once where someone made oinking noises while you ate, and you've never quite lived it down.
"I wouldn't be in this business if I did," he reassures you.
"Ok, that's fair." Looking down at your platter, you decide to start from the left top corner and work your way down each column. It's hard not to notice Luca's eyes on you as you go through, but you figure he's just gauging your reactions.
It's all absolutely delicious, but there are samples that particularly stand out. When you're done, you have your answer. "Keeping in mind that I am the opposite of a professional at this sort of thing," you say, "I think if you took the stacking order of the third one - plum then chocolate then cookie - but then used the proportions of the seventh one where it's heavier on the chocolate than the other ingredients ... I think you'd have a winner."
Luca breaks out into a smile that makes your heart flutter. "I can see that," he agrees. "I'll test a full size version - and maybe you'd like to come back and try it tomorrow?"
"...Chef, are you asking for a food taster or for something else?" After the stunt Oliver pulled on you, you don't want any confusion.
"Well, let me put it this way," Luca says, helping you to your feet and hooking your purse over your shoulder. "If you were to come back tomorrow...there would be dinner before the new dessert premieres - if you're up for that?" He's still holding onto the strap of your bag, and it means you're looking right in his eyes.
"I am," you tell him with a smile. "And even if there weren't dinner, I'd still owe you for saving my night, so...yes. I'll be back tomorrow."
--
Years later, you and Luca still can't agree which of those nights actually counts as your first date. If someone were to ask Luca, he says it was the first night when you tried his desserts. If that same person were to ask you, you would say the dinner the next night was the change because that's when you had your first kiss.
Petra, who's no stranger to these conversations after all these years, keeps her opinions to herself - but in her mind, you're both off the mark. From what she could tell, Luca was yours as soon as he'd looked at you.
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hello. here she finally is, the harry and mia blurb (which i also offer as the 200k reads celebration story). i hope you like her. she's like 7k words so she DID take some years off my life but it's okay. as long as YOU guys are happy hehe. there is basically no smut in this, but i like to think it's quirky and funny. happy reading! and thank you, as always, for you patience <3
i literally cannot come up with a synopsis for this so. yeah. just read it THANKS LOVE YOU BYE!
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Just two weeks ago, Harry and Mia had been invited to a birthday party.
To be specific, which is very necessary in this situation, they were invited to a kid’s birthday party. Harry had promoted one of his employees to a high position, and as a thank you, the woman had invited Harry and a plus one to her child’s 6th birthday party. Harry had looked down at the invitation wondering if there was a typo. He couldn’t fathom the idea of going to a regular birthday party, much less a kid’s one.
But his employee had insisted. And Harry had hinted that taking him out for lunch or something would be even better in his books, but the women refused to budge. So a few days later, Harry and Mia stood in a venue with drinks in their hands, dodging children left and right.
His arm was slung around her waist. Mia was quiet for some time, a pensive look on her face as she watched the child who was “it” bellow, “CHAAAARGE” before sprinting to tag the other kids. Usually, something like this would make her twitchy, but something about her still figure and soft brown eyes made him ask, “What do you think? Should we get one?”
Mia had blinked at him. “A kid?”
“No, a bouncy house.”
“Oh. Um. Well, I wouldn’t be opposed, but…”
“Mia. Never mind. Yes, a kid.” He sighed deeply and slanted his head towards her, his brows raised. “Thoughts?”
“I mean…” They’d talked about it before. And both of them wanted children. But it seemed like something that would happen after the wedding. But even that was really close – in three short months. “You know I want your kids.”
Harry laughed softly and shook his head. “You always emphasize that they’d be mine as if I’d expect them to be somebody else.”
“Well, you know,” she smiled back, nudging his shoulder with hers. “I have to remind you that they’ll all have your big head.”
“You love my big head.”
“I do.” She took a sip of her drink. “And you? Think we should get on it?”
If it were up to Harry, he would have liked to wait just a year more. He wasn’t in a rush. Though recently he had been enjoying the idea of having a baby to erase, and the feeling was always tainted by terror. “Maybe when my job is a little…”
Mia nodded. “Yeah.”
Harry had been so busy recently. His father’s company had just bought another, right before the end of the fiscal year. They had so much to work on for reports. It was driving him insane and causing him to work overtime. He just needed to get over his hurdle. And then he’d relax. He’d come home on time. He’d have more time to take Mia out rather than force her to attend a birthday with him. This felt like work anyways.
“But I do look forward to it,” he’d insisted, kissing the top of her head. He watched as two kids ran into each other and began sobbing on the floor. “Well. Mostly.”
A week later, Mia had come out of the bathroom at night with a pregnancy test in her hand. Her eyes were wide, hesitant. “I thought it would be funny,” she said, “if it was negative because I missed a period and–”
She handed him the test. “You said you wanted kids a little later… what if we had one in nine months?” She looked at the wall, dazed. “Well. Seven months really, if I’m doing the math correctly. Which I’m probably not. You know what? It doesn’t matter. I think you get the point.”
Harry peered down at the test. It was a very solid positive. He’s silent for a moment. Then – “Holy shit.”
“I know,” Mia whispered, joining him on the bed. “It’s a lot. But we’ve talked about it, right? And we’re getting married and you know it was gonna happen eventually. I mean–”
“Mia.”
“-- I’m just saying that with the amount of sex you and I have, protected or not, it’s totally a miracle that we haven’t gotten pregnant already. And yeah I know we ditched the protection, and birth control doesn’t always work but–”
“Mia.”
“--what I’m trying to explain is that I’m totally okay with this. I might be freaking out a little bit and I might have had a mini panic attack in the bathroom but I really just–”
“Mia.”
She buried her face in her hands. “What?”
“I fucking love you.”
He’d taken her wrists and tugged. When she gave up and let him, he grabbed her face and kissed her so hard, she squeaked in surprise, steadying herself with a hand on his chest. “That,” he murmured through the kisses, “was such a Mia way of telling me. You are unbelievable. I’m never going to get used to you.”
Her eyes had immediately welled with tears. “Yeah? This is all right? We can work with this right? I mean, I’ll likely have to get the dress tailored again but I don’t think I’ll be showing that much in two months.” She leaned in and kissed him again and again until he felt her tears on his own face.
“This is perfect,” he’d whispered, holding her tight until she was gasping for breath. “I fucking– Mia. Mia. You make it so hard when you give me all these gifts.” And then he was grabbing her again, making her straddle him. He kissed her again and again, unwilling to take breaks in between even when his lungs were aching for air.
“You,” he said softly, “are everything. Listen to me. Everything. And we’re going to celebrate tomorrow, okay? Anything you want. All day. Nobody can bother us. How’s that sound, hm?” He kissed her. “I love you. I love you so much I can’t think straight.”
When Mia fell asleep on his chest that night, his mind was racing with ideas on what they could do tomorrow. What could he do that could compare with the things she’s done for him? He held her tight. He was going to be the best damned father anyone had ever met. He couldn’t be anything less than that.
***
The next morning, Harry’s phone begins to ring. And it continues to ring until Mia groans and reaches over him to grab it. She looks down at the caller ID with squinted eyes. It’s as if a bucket filled with ice water has been thrown over her.
“Hey,” she whispers to Harry, pushing his shoulder to wake him. “It’s your father.”
He tucks his head against her neck. “Ignore it.” His voice is raspy.
She lets it ring until it stops. “You already have two missed calls from him. What if something happened? Like the company suddenly went bankrupt overnight? Like something with the stocks. Like the Great Depression? Do you know how bad the Great Depression was?”
“Then I guess I’m unemployed. I’m so sad.” He doesn’t sound sad at all. His arm that’s thrown over her waist tightens and he pulls her back down until she’s against the pillows again. “Go back to sleep.”
“Fine, but don’t blame me when you wake up destitute.” She closes her eyes when Harry’s warm body begins soothing her back into a peaceful state. Her eyes are heavy again. Nothing is more comfortable than Harry’s hold lulling her to sleep.
And then Harry’s phone rings again. It rings and rings until Harry finally raises his head and swears under his breath. He grabs his phone and puts it to his ear. “Hello,” he answers in a very not so kind voice.
“Harry,” Mia hears his father’s voice through the phone. She opens her eyes and glances up at Harry. “Why haven’t you been taking my calls?”
“It’s 5 in the morning on a Sunday,” Harry replies tensely.
“You will be having dinner with your step mother and I tonight.”
He doesn’t even bother asking. He just demands it. Mia watches Harry rub his eyes and sit up, turning away from her onto his side. “I’ve got plans tonight. Maybe another night.”
“No, tonight. I’ll be out of the country next week.”
“I can’t tonight.”
“You may bring Amelia as well.”
Harry pauses. He doesn’t correct him about her name as he always does. “I’d have to ask her.”
“I need to speak to you urgently about a matter regarding the company.”
“We can do this over a video call.”
“Harry, I’m not asking you. I will send you an address and you will show up. With your girlfriend or not, it matters little to me. This is an important conversation we must have.”
“Fiancée, actually. Which I’ve told you,” he says. He takes a breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. Mia knows Harry’s getting angry at his father from the long pauses he keeps taking. She knows he’s trying to calm himself down before he says something completely out of turn. She sits up and rests her head on his back, holding onto his arm.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs, rubbing her hair against him. “We can go.”
He turns his head to look at her, his eyes wide. He pulls the phone away. “I wanted to celebrate with you.”
“We can do it another time.”
“No. This needs to be celebrated immediately.”
She smiles sleepily, raising her head to look at him. “We have, like, seven months to celebrate.”
His jaw tenses as he brings his phone back to his ear. She nods encouragingly and then lays back on her side, tucking herself under the warm sheets. She feels him staring at her a few seconds before she hears his soft voice say to his father, “We will be there.”
“Good,” his father says. “I will send over the details.”
“All right. Bye.”
She hears him turn his ringer off and then set his phone to the side. He gathers her into his arms and holds her close. His lips press to the top of her head. “I’m really sorry, Mia.”
“Don’t be,” she laughs softly. “Nothing we haven’t done before.”
“I know. But still.” His voice is quiet and sad. “I wanted to celebrate.” His hand slides over her stomach. “Take you somewhere nice.”
“I’m sure the restaurant your father picks will be nice.”
“I wanted to take you somewhere nice and alone.”
“We can do that any other day.”
He’s quiet again. “Yeah.” Before she falls asleep, she hears Harry apologizing again, barely audible.
***
Mia walks in on Harry pulling his freshly tied tie off his neck. He mutters a swear and tosses it on the bed and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling his collar open. With a deep breath, he makes eye contact with Mia through the mirror. She’s in a long summer dress and white sneakers, pulling her jacket on. She’s done her hair in loose curls and pinned the front pieces out of her face. She smiles at him, but he doesn’t smile back, clearly lost in his thoughts.
“Hey,” she says, frowning. She takes his hand and walks around to stand in front of him. “It’s okay.”
His eyes are distant. “I want a day off with just you and me. I’ve been working so much, I feel like I’ve barely seen you. And we live together.”
Mia presses his hand to her cheek. She feels his knuckles gently caress her skin upon contact. “I know. But things come up. We can have a day to ourselves next week.” She frowns deeper. “Oh wait. We promised Amara and Zack we’d do a double date.”
At the reminder of the plan, Harry looks pained. “We can just not show up.”
“That would piss him off.”
“Who cares? I’m pissed off right now.”
Mia stands on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck. A smile takes her face again, and she’s suddenly leaning in to gently kiss the corner of his mouth. “Well, I hope you know that you’re so cute when you’re pissed off.”
“I’m serious.” His voice loses a bit of its agitated tone. He holds her waist.
“As am I. Now come on. Stop brooding and look a little more happy. I’m having your child, after all. You owe me smiles for the next seven months.”
At that reminder, his eyes light up and one dimple appears. Then another. He holds her face and tugs her closer. “You’re absolutely right.”
She grins and then melts into the embrace when Harry kisses her. “I am always right.”
Mia doesn’t know how some people are able to keep the news as a secret until their partner is ready to take it. When she looked down at the positive pregnancy test last night, her first thought was to tell Harry. There was no way she’d be able to keep it to herself.
She lost count of how many times he whispered “thank you” and “I love you”.
Harry was in such a mess, they weren’t actually able to make love like she thought they would. Every time Harry would hold her face to kiss her, he’d tear up again and drop his head, whispering the words again, mixed with a healthy and colorful amount of soft, incredulous swears.
“I was thinking, actually,” he murmurs once he pulls away. He twists a strand of her hair around his finger. “We should go for a vacation. To celebrate, I mean.”
Mia says, “You know I am always ready for a getaway.”
“Mhm.” He kisses her again. “And when we come back, we can start telling people? Is that a thing that you do so early?”
“Well, I don’t have any other children so it’s hard for me to know.”
“Then maybe we wait until the second trimester.”
“Should we do a gender reveal party?”
Harry thinks about it as he kisses her once more. “Dunno. I mean, I would totally be okay with finding out the day off.”
Mia’s eyes light up. “I was thinking that too.” She slides her hands down his shoulders, fixing his collar along the way. “I would be happy with a boy or a girl.”
“Me too.”
“And should we do something like a big reveal for our friends and parents? No wait. I’d actually rather tell my parents in person.”
“Is that where our vacation will be? Staten Island?”
She fakes a shudder. “Don’t even joke about that.”
He kisses her for a final time, a very long kiss that has her pressing herself against him, his hands on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin. And when he pulls away, Mia laughs softly and wipes his mouth. “Lipstick,” she whispers. Harry cleans up the corner of her mouth with his own thumb. “We should head out soon.”
Harry sighs deeply and nods. “Let’s get this over with, hm?”
“Let’s.”
***
Despite having been with Harry for four years, it still shocks her whenever they go out to a place as fancy as this. Because although Harry and her do go to expensive places, they’re never as high end as the ones his father picks. Harry complains that the super expensive places don’t have edible food, which she has to agree with. Looking at the menu in her hands, she scans it for anything that she even recognizes.
Most of the time, she has to elbow Harry gently and ask him what these dishes are. Unfortunately, Harry is having a discussion with his father about the company, something she usually just tunes out.
At least she’s decided what drink to have. And the post dinner dessert.
Harry jokes with her that she should listen to how the company is run or at least know its primary functions. He says that if he ever got sick, she’d have to step in to run the company for him. Mia’s not all that sure how much of that is the truth. They wouldn’t just give the company to anybody, right? Harry reminds her that his father handed a large part of the company over to him despite Harry not having the experience. Mia argues that that is a classic story of nepotism. Harry argues back that him giving her his job is also nepotism.
You really can’t win with rich people, Mia says, ending the conversation there.
After they’ve ordered (Mia playing it safe by ordering exactly what Harry does), they sit in relative silence until Harry’s father clears his throat and says, “Well, I have news to give you, Harry. In fact, tomorrow morning, we can start on the paperwork.”
Harry says, “Paperwork?”
“Yes. I’m sure you know of all the board meetings we’ve been having over the course of the past two months, and there have been rumors here and there, but I’d like to actually come straight to you to say it. I am stepping down as chief executive officer.”
Harry takes a sip of his water. “Great. Who’s the unlucky fellow that gets to take your place? Is this about voting? I told you having an even number of board executives was a bad idea for this very reason.”
Something flashes over Harry’s father’s face. Surprise, perhaps. “Well, I wouldn’t just hand the position over to just anybody.”
“Right. Do you want me to look over performance reviews and applications?”
“Harry,” Mia says softly.
He glances down at her and then his father. Then his step mother. Realization dawns. “Oh.”
“Yes. I will be passing duties over to you.”
Mia watches the expressions pass over his face. Confusion, surprise, then… something else.
“It was always set in stone that I would pass the company to you, son. I did think I would continue to be CEO for at least another 2 years, but I think it’s an excellent time for me to retire. The company is stable. The revenues have increased every year, our profit margins are better than ever. There are few fires to put out in distinct subsidiaries, but this previous quarter has been exceptional.”
“Right.”
“It is not only because you’re my son. It’s also because of your commitment to the company. You have been strict in hiring and following the companies values. Your negotiating skills have never been more excellent. We gained a new subsidiary that brings in massive amount of profits because of you. The contracts you’ve renewed this year alone are commenable. You’ve put in the work and you deserve this position.”
“Right.”
“We will start the paperwork tomorrow.”
Mia realizes what’s on Harry’s face. Dread.
Because Harry’s never wanted that position. She knows it. Sometimes, he’d reveal to her that it was the only position left for him if he were to excel past his current one, and that he wasn’t sure how he’d react to the news. They all thought it would be a couple more years until this discussion was brought up.
But now it’s here. Harry is reaching for his water again, taking slow slips in thought.
The silence is unnerving. Mia puts on a bright smile and exclaims, “This is wonderful news! Congratulations, Harry!”
His step mother raises her glass in a toast and everyone except Harry clink theirs together. “Congratulations!”
“I understand it’s a shock,” his father says after drinking his wine. “But it is for the best of the company. I leave it in good hands.” He glances up at the waiter. “Thank you.”
As the plates are getting set in front of them, Mia puts her hand on top of Harry’s under the table. She notices that his fingers are cold, so she rubs them softly.
“You know what?” Harry suddenly says when the waiter leaves. He pulls his hand out from under hers abruptly. “I’ve got to get some air. I’ll be right back.” He pushes his chair out. “Excuse me.”
Mia watches him quickly walk out of the restaurant while undoing one more button of his shirt. Normally, she’d be annoyed that she’s been left with the shark of a father he has, but now, concern runs through her. She’s already on the edge of her seat when Harry mutters an apology to the host and exists.
She glances back at his father and step mother. They don’t actually look perturbed.
“I would have thought he’d gotten used to all this,” his step mother says, cutting into her steak carefully. “Does it always take him time to get used to something?”
“Yes,” his father says, chewing already. “He’ll be fine.” He looks at Mia. “How have you been, Amelia? The wedding planning is complete, yes? How’s the job going? You know, my offer at the company still stands. Well, now it’ll have to go through Harry, but I’m sure that the position he can get you would pay far better than the one you currently h–”
“Actually,” Mia says, standing up. She winces at the way her chair screeches against the floor. “I am so sorry. I’m, um, I’m going to check on Harry.”
His father waves his fork in the air. “Go on ahead. Talk some sense into him.”
She offers a nod of some kind and then walks out, trailing after Harry. She also apologies to the host and promises her return.
He hasn’t gone too far. In fact, he’s right out the restaurant, pacing with his hands tucked into his pockets.
“Harry.” She jogs over to him, grabbing his blazer sleeve, stopping him in his step. “Hey. Hi.”
He looks at her with frantic eyes. “I’m not taking that job. I can’t take it. I can’t.”
“Okay. That’s okay.”
He stares at her for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, hugging her tight against his front. His heart is beating fast. “Mia. I don’t– Mia.”
“It’s okay.” She feels him drop his head to her shoulder. He takes a deep, shaky breath.
“I don’t want to be the CEO.”
She rubs his back. “I know.”
“I always thought it would be fine, yeah? Take on a few more responsibilities. But…”
“It’s just not what you want.”
“Is it wrong? I’ve always known, so is it cheating by refusing now? I mean. I know people who would kill for this job. My father probably thinks I’m being ungrateful.”
Mia shakes her head. “Well, you’re not. You’re trying your best, and this just doesn’t interest you. You don’t want it.”
“Maybe 5 years ago it’s what I would have wanted. I wanted to prove that I could be something big. Prove it to my dad. But things are different now. I don’t want to prove anything to anyone. I feel as if I’m different. You and I are different.” He squeezes her.
“I understand,” she whispers. “I know.”
“What difference will it make anyways? We’re more than comfortable right now. I’m miserable at my job and I will be miserable as CEO.”
This is news to her. “I thought you were enjoying it a bit more.”
“No.” His voice is muffled against her dress. “You think I like a job that doesn’t allow me to see you?” He suddenly lifts his head and holds her waist tight. “Mia, this past week alone, I’ve come home so late that you’re already asleep. I don’t want that.” She sees something like fear in his eyes. “I didn’t pay attention to you the first time. And look what that did to our relationship. It was entirely my fault. I can’t do that again. I can’t handle that. I won’t ever show up. But that’s what we agreed on all those years ago, right? That I’d be there?”
“Harry…”
“I’ve been so good at showing up and that’ll all change if I take the job. There’s a reason why my parents never worked out. Why I never had a good relationship with my dad.” His eyes are wide, frantic. “I can’t be my father. I don’t want to be. I would never want to be. I can’t do that to you. I can’t do that to…” He puts a hesitant hand on her stomach. “God, I’d hate myself if I did that.”
“Harry…” Mia surges forward and throws herself at him, hugging him so tight, she feels her own ribs hurting. He holds her just as tight, head against her shoulder once more. “Oh, I love you, you beautiful person. I love you so much.”
“Yeah?” he whispers, turning his head to kiss her cheek. “Is that all right, then? If I say no?”
“I think you should say no, then quit your current job and let me be the income earner for the rest of the year. Won’t be able to pay for the wedding though. You’ll have to chip in. A lot.”
Harry chokes out a laugh. “We’ll honeymoon for the rest of the year.”
“As long as it’s not in Staten Island,” she giggles, planting kisses after kisses on his jaw. “I love you. Got that? I love you always.”
He pulls away slightly to look at her, apprehension in his eyes. “Always? Are you sure? It’s…it’s not easy loving me.”
Harry’s never been the type to ask Mia to remind him she loves him. She knows he knows that she adores him more than anything. But now, he’s asking, and he’s looking so hopeful with his pretty green eyes under the golden lights outside the restaurant. He’s looking all over her face, his gaze often lingering on her mouth.
“Are you kidding me?,” she suddenly laughs. “Harry. You know loving you has never been difficult for me. And not to mention, you’re kinda stuck with me. We’re reproducing after all.”
Harry groans. “Is that how you’re going to break the news to everyone? Hey guys, just wanted to say that my fiancé and I did have unprotected sex—“
“Wait! That’s basically what people say when they’re like oh yeah we’re trying. Like hmm okay, but we know exactly what’s going on no matter how cute you make it sound!”
“And yet it’s still better than we banged and here we are.”
Mia smiles. “But we did bang and here we are indeed.”
“Listen.” He takes her clip out of her hair and fixes her short strands back again. “Tell your friends however you’d like. But my family will be told a very specific, expensive way.”
“Like a party? You don’t like them.”
Harry shrugs. “I don’t seem to oppose the idea of celebrating such a big thing, though. As long as I get to kick people out on time.”
“But with Amara and Zack—“
“I give you full control.”
“Good. I want to make them cry.” She looks very determined. “I want them to be fighting for their life. Choking, even.”
Harry says, “Er, yeah. Whatever you want.”
“Maybe we can tell your father and step mother right now.”
Harry drags the back of his hand against her cheek. “Yeah?”
“I mean, you’re going to have to give a reason why you’re declining. And you can’t just say it’s because you love me so so so so so much.”
“Oh yeah? And why not?” He squishes her face, pulling her close, his voice tender. “Why can’t I refuse on the basis of loving my fiancée so so so so much?”
Her eyes light up. “Because that’s super out of character for you. He might think you’re sick. Although I’d love to see the look on his face.”
“Me too. He might have a heart attack at the idea of his son being happy.”
Mia suddenly frowns. “Don’t say that. That makes me really angry.”
“I know. Hey. We should go and make him angry instead, hm?”
“I like the way you think, Styles.”
He smiles and kisses her quickly. “Come on.” He takes her hand. “Let’s ruin their day.”
They share one more look before they head back inside. When they reach the table, they’re not surprised to see their plates untouched and the others nearly finished. They sit back down.
“Have you finished with your dramatics?” Harry’s father says calmly.
“I will be refusing the promotion.”
Well, shit, Mia thinks. Just getting straight to it then.
His father’s eyes narrow as he slowly puts his fork down. He then takes a sip of his wine. Finally, he clasps his hands on the table. “And why, might I ask?”
“I have other priorities I need to focus on.”
“Something that is more important than your career?”
“Yes.”
“There is nothing more important to a man than his career.” His father shakes his head. “I’m disappointed. I wish you’d have learned this by now. You should take time to think this over. It won’t even be such a big difference.”
Harry says, “I have a different future in mind for myself. Something I think is more worthwhile.”
His father’s eyes narrow some more before they turn on Mia. “And I assume this decision is due to your influence as well.”
“I don’t think I influence Harry to do anything. I like to think I just encourage him.” Mia hates how she doesn’t sound confident in herself. “This is something we both happen to believe in.”
“He would not make this decision if it weren’t for you.”
Mia catches the bitter, criticizing tone, and so does Harry. She can tell by the way he tenses.
“Do not,” he says tightly, “speak to her like that. I am refusing the position and that is my final answer.”
Mia’s surprised when Harry’s getting up to leave. She scrambles to do the same, taking his outstretched hand. “Um. Goodnight,” she says even though Harry’s already dragging her away. The look on his father and step mother’s face is priceless. Mia wishes she could photograph it, blow it up, and put it on a blanket. It would make for an excellent anniversary gift.
Harry’s walking so fast, she needs to jog a little to keep up with him. When they get to the car, he stops and looks up at the sky. He laughs a little, but Mia’s sure he’s not finding anything particularly amusing. “Well, shit.”
“Uh, is he going to come after us?”
“Of course not.”
“Right.” She needs to say something to make him feel better. Anything. Anything ridiculous. “I wished we packed up the food. It looked really good.”
It works. He snorts and unlocks the car, releasing her hand. “Relax. I’ll feed you. Let that be the least of your worries.”
They sit in the car, but Harry doesn’t start it right away. Instead, he holds the steering wheel and takes several more deep breaths. After a moment of silence, Harry puts his head on the wheel.
Mia rubs his back. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
Harry doesn’t reply for some time. His eyes are shut, his eyebrows furrowed. She continues to rub his back and lean over to kiss his curls.
Finally, his eyes open and he sits back up. He secures his seatbelt and then starts the car. “Okay. Let’s go home. No wait. We have to feed you first. Then we go home.”
“We can place an order for pickup.”
“An excellent idea. Let’s do that.” He gives her a pointed look. “Pick a place and order from it. Without any fuss.”
Mia smiles. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes narrow and he leans in for a kiss. “Good.”
He puts the car in drive.
***
“Should we buy a baby name book? I saw one the other day that had a thousand in them.” Mia bites down aggressively on her crouton.
“I’m pretty sure we can agree on a name collectively,” Harry answers.
“We don’t ever agree on anything collectively.”
“Touch.”
“This is really good. Are you sure you don’t want to try it?”
He looks at the monstrosity in front of her. A caesar salad but she’s coated it with pickle relish instead, and her pasta is covered with so much cheese and oregano, he can barely see the pasta underneath. She twirls her pasta on her fork and then stabs her relish covered romaine lettuce, shoveling it all into her mouth.
“No, thank you,” he says. “I’m sure it’s…very delicious.”
“Not even my drink?”
She’s having orange Fanta to top it all off. “I’m okay, baby. You know, if we weren’t sure that you were pregnant before, we’re definitely sure now.”
“You’ve gotta remind me that I need to get a doctor’s appointment. I can get it for Friday afternoon if that works for you.”
She says it so casually, it makes him pause, his drink half way to his lips. He puts his glass down. “No. I’ll get leave for it.”
She glances at him. “You don't have to. I mean I’m sure you've got a lot to talk about with your dad and taking off in the middle of the week won’t be so good.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He frowns. “It’s time your schedule stopped depending on mine. You know what? I should start taking three days off a week.”
“You already come home early on Fridays.”
“They can survive another day without me.”
Mia shoves another crouton in her mouth. “You know I love having you in the house. Maybe if you can't get another day off, you can work from home.”
“Yes.” His mind is spinning with possibilities. “That’s a good idea too.”
“I am full of them.”
Harry takes his napkin and leans over the table, gently wiping the corner of her mouth. “You sure are.”
Mia quickly finishes up her food. Harry passes her water to have insead of the Fanta and she drinks it down quickly before getting up and walking over to his side. He spreads his legs when he sees her coming, patting his thigh. She falls into his lap easily.
“Hey,” she whispers, tucking her head against his shoulder. “I’m a little scared.”
His arms are tight around her immediately. “Of my father? Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle it.”
She holds his shirt tightly. “No it’s not that. I know you can deals with him.”
“Then what is it, baby?” He kisses her forehead and runs his fingers through her hair. “Tell me.”
She’s quiet for a moment until she says, “What if I’m not a good parent?”
“Oh, Mia.”
“I mean, I wasn’t even around kids at any point in my life. And I don’t have young siblings. I’m going to have to buy a ton of parenting books. I don’t even know anything. Did you know that you’re not supposed to warm milk up in the microwave for babies?”
Harry gently tugs her chin up so she can look at him. “Mia, between us, I think I should be the most worried about being a bad parent.”
“Harry, I know you’re going to be the best dad, and I’ve never been more confident of anything in my life. But me? I don’t know. I just learned how to start caring for myself, and sometimes it feels like I’m still learning. You’re going to be perfect though.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no such thing as a perfect parent. There’s a big difference between a good parent and a bad one though.” He takes a breath. “We are going to try our best. Right? Isn’t that all we can do?”
“Right,” she whispers, turning her face against his neck, her nose against the column of his throat. “Together.”
“Always. You said it yourself.”
She sniffles. “Are you scared too?”
“Absolutely fucking terrified. But I’m also excited. And also very relieved that it’s you I get to share this with.”
She raises her head. “Me too.” She sits up, blinking her grey, teary eyes at him. “ But I’m also sad. You’re going to be such a hot dad.” Her lip begins to wobble. “And I’m going to have to pry all the women off of you when you drop our baby off at daycare.”
Harry tries very hard not to laugh. It doesn’t seem like the appropriate time. “I will not even give them the time of day.”
“I should get a shirt that says That DILF is Mine!”
“As long as I get a matching one.”
He wipes her tears away, ruining her mascara in the process.
She sniffles some more. “I really wanted to have sex tonight but now I can’t stop crying.” She buries her face in her hands and cries harder. “This is r-really,really bad.”
Harry can’t help laughing then. He clutches her close to his chest and rests his head on hers. “Exactly how I felt yesterday.” He rubs her back as she’d done to him in the car. “It’s been a long day. It’s going to be okay. I know it’s very overwhelming.”
For some time, he lets her cry, thinking of ways to make her feel better. “Hey, I was thinking,” he finally decides, “if it’s a boy, maybe we can name him Axel.”
That gets her to stop crying. She immediately says in an icy voice, “I will divorce you.”
“Well, how about something classic like Bobby.”
She pulls away from him quickly. Her eyes are dark and annoyed, eyelashes still wet. Her nose is red, her cheeks pink. She looks like a vision. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“No?” he says innocently, wracking his brain for another terrible idea. “How about Clover for a girl?”
“You’re messing with me.”
“Delilah?”
She growls, “What is this – the early 2000s? I’m buying that baby name book tomorrow. You’re terrible at this!”
“I will admit I’m not the best at naming things. I named my cousin’s dog Pikachu.”
“You’re lying.”
He wipes her face gently. “Nope.”
“I will be naming this child.”
“I absolutely refuse to give you that right. Are you angry? Now you won’t have sex with me because you’re mad, right?”
Her eyes narrow. “On the contrary. I want to have sex with you even more now.”
Harry laughs and gathers her close, standing up. Her legs immediately wrap around his waist. “So romantic. Well, since you insist.”
She’s still going on about how terrible his name picking skills are when they arrive in their bedroom and Harry gently puts her in the middle of the bed.
He sighs dramatically, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he looms over her. “Well, it seems like I’m really, truly wrong. I guess the only thing I must do now is apologize.”
Mia bites down on her lower lip as Harry drops his shirt on the floor and slides his hands up her legs under her dress. She parts her thighs instinctively and tilts her head back against the ceiling. “Yes. You must.”
He hums, pushing her dress up until she grabs it from him, letting it bunch at her waist. He kisses her hip bone, then her thighs. Slowly, taking his time. He gently bites down on the flesh, growing harder at the sound of her gasp. He presses a feather light kiss to the waistband of her underwear before slowly tugging it down.
“Mia,” he says softly, slotting himself between her legs. “My sweet girl. When did you get so wet?”
She glances down at him. “Um, when you were being super hot and angry at your father in the restaurant.”
“Which was well over an hour ago?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to jump you in the car!”
“I wouldn’t have minded pulling over. Or doing this first.” He emphasizes the word when a careful lick against her. Her hands immediately fly out to grab his curls. “You know I never mind. Now.” He holds her thighs open. “Let me apologize properly.”
His fingers dig into her skin as he slids his tongue over her again. He relaxes into the mattress, encouraged by her strained groans and tight hold on his hair. He knows Mia well. He could do this in his sleep. He knows exactly what types of touches she likes, when she likes it rough, or when she prefers to be teased. He could stay here between her legs for hours, days even, submitting to her in whichever way she pleases. His heart thunders in his chest at the promise of forever. He’ll have her like this, exposed, and he’ll be at her mercy. All that she’s done for him, all that she’s tolerated. How much she’s fixed him. If only he could repay her.
“So good,” she whimpers under him, raising his hips against his mouth to create more friction. He focuses his attention on her clit and then slowly presses two fingers into her, listening to her gasp at the penetration. “I love you. Oh I love you. I love you. I love you-”
All the discomfort he’s felt today is suddenly gone. All he’s aware of is Mia. He’s wrapped up in her. He’s all hers. Hasn’t he always been? He closes his eyes and loses himself in the sounds she’s making, her heavy breathing, and the taste of her on his tongue. He’s never had any issue in losing himself in Mia.
It’s just him and her.
He couldn’t be more happy.
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oooooooo the tension between Constance and black swan 🤭 need to be sandwiched between both
bonus if bunny knows EXACTLY what she’s doing pinning the two of them against each other… bunny is walking out with sore legs..
Bunny is smart. She may act all innocent and cute with her twitchy nose and wagging tail, but she knows exactly how to get what she wants. Somehow this woman is capable of making women like Constance and Black Swan follow what she wants in bed, and it starts making you wonder who’s the real dom in the rental rooms 🤭
Spoiler alert: It’s bunny reader! Not even a woman like Constance stands a chance against you <3
#🕯️spirit box#casino au#that bunnussy is gonna get destroyed#yet that’s what she wanted in the first place
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❝𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀.❞
౨ৎ — pairing ! athanasia de alger obelia x reader
౨ৎ — synopsis ! there’s a reason why the empress refuses to get married.
౨ৎ — warnings ! mdni, fem!reader, athanasia and reader are obviously 18+, empress!athy, bottom!reader, dumbification, mommy kink, doggy style, athanasia thinks you’re a whore, reader is referred to as a bunny twice, praise, gentle to rough, squirting, cunt slapping, nipple play, tiny overstim, brief aftercare, pet names [good girl, pretty baby, etc], strap-on [reader receiving], reader is athy’s lover, claude is nowhere to be found, claude come collect your daughter. [1.1k +]
౨ৎ — notes ! uhhh maybe i have an obsession with making every woman gay for my own satisfaction. this is my first piece on tumblr.
“hnnghh-”
“i told you to stay still. you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” the warm, ring-clad hands attached to your waist pulled your hips back onto the thick toy that was buried deep inside your sloppy pussy. you shivered as the cool gold metal brushed against the soft, sensitive skin of your tummy.
athanasia was fucking you at such a cruel and tedious pace, making you feel every artificial vein of the toy cock against your gummy walls. slick coated the appendage and dribbled out of you with each thrust. it was all too much yet not enough.
it was embarrassing, really. the empress was still dressed after attending a meeting in a pair of slacks with a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her hair in a neat bun all while you lay in front of her exposed as she had her way with you.
you were always so needy. looking up at her with your doe eyes because you wanted to play. all you ever wanted to do was get your dumb cunny stuffed full. you’d be sat on her lap and she would barely get halfway through her paperwork before you started humping her leg like a bitch in heat, resulting in you being bent over her desk.
you always got what you wanted, even now as your head was pushed down onto one of the many soft pillows on the empress’s bed, hair splayed out all messy. sticky, clear strings of your arousal webbed across from your plump bare ass to her clothed thighs, breaking once her hips strayed too far from yours. the monarch watched in amusement as you squirmed from the grazes against your clit.
“y-yes! ‘m your good girl,” you whined and athanasia huffed out a laugh as she thrust slowly in and out of your little hole. she wasn’t in a hurry and she couldn’t help but want to tease you.
the nobles and royal advisors had been pestering her about forming alliances through marriage, finding the right suitor, and producing heirs. but how could she think of getting married to a man when the one she wanted to fuck was you?
she first saw you at her birthday celebration a few months prior. you were so shy and pretty. athanasia had always liked pretty things. and you weren’t exactly discreet about your staring. your incapability to meet her eyes without flushing and pointing your dumb little head towards the ground had athanasia wondering what other expressions you’d make if she fucked you stupid.
and now, the empress had you beneath her as you took what she gave you like a needy bunny. your tiny, pink hole was stretched open as much as it could to accommodate her cock. you’d whimper and your plumpy bottom lip would jut out in a pout whenever she attempted to get it to fit as if you hadn’t begged for it.
the arch of your back deepened with every slow pounding she gave your twitchy cunt. your messy cunny glistened with your slick and was dripping onto her silk sheets. she thought you looked the most beautiful like this.
“m-mommy pease, hmpf-”
“aww, does my pretty baby wanna cum?” she cooed. your breath hitched and you whined. your hole clenched around her cock, aching for her permission.
“mhmm, hnn- c-can i?”
athanasia eyed the ring of cream your pretty pussy was producing on the fake cock strapped onto her waist. she contemplated for a moment if she wanted her time with you to be over already. but you had been such a good girl for her, asking so sweetly, so she relented.
she leaned down to give you gentle kisses up your spine before pulling back and starting a brutal pounding into your pathetic cunny. you squeaked in surprise. your manicured hands fisted the sheets in an attempt to stay grounded as the empress rammed the fat cock repeatedly into your dumb little fuckhole. the air was knocked out of you with each powerful thrust.
“hic- ‘s so so good mommy ahhh~”
“i know baby. doing so good f’me. look so pretty taking it.”
“hnnnn-” your back arched even further at her praise. the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout her chamber. it was filthy, but so were you. disgustingly loud squelching came from your sloppiness with every stroke. your poor nipples chafed against the fabric with every rocking motion, the little buds pebbling and turning a cherry red.
athanasia snaked her arm underneath you to your puffy lips, her middle finger teasing the area around your clit, never touching the little nub. but she knew it would drive you over the edge regardless considering you were that much of a needy whore.
“mmf- ‘m cumming, m-mommy cum-!” you babbled. you couldn’t think when your mommy was making you feel so good. all you could do was pathetically hiccup, “peasepeasepease,” over and over again with your dumb bunny brain until you felt the familiar coil tightening in your tummy burst.
your cute plumpy lips dropped open and your pretty eyes rolled back. you let out broken sobs as you squirted over the bed sheets beneath you, clear liquid spraying in uncontrollable spurts. incoherent babbles and hiccups left your mouth as you squirmed. the empress laid a light slap to your cunt, the fluid straying and making an even bigger mess. your hips jerked at the overstimulation.
“n-no more pwease!” you squeaked. her thrusts slowed as she helped you ride out your orgasm before her hips came to a complete stop. she pulled out of you with an audible pop which had you flustered. breathing heavily on the bedding, you stayed slumped with your plump ass in the air. she had a nice view of your puffy lips and gaping hole, twitching around nothing.
“you okay baby?” she asked. you didn’t bother turning to face her, still in a daze. “mhm.” you hummed, though the sound was muffled against the pillow. athy gave you a once-over before latching her lips onto your nape, her hands rubbing gentle circles on your waist. you giggled.
“that tickles!”
the empress smiled softly at you. “does it?”
you nodded. she turned your head to kiss you all over. your pretty eyelids, your pretty forehead, your pretty cheeks, your pretty nose, your pretty lips. she moved down to your neck, caressing the sensitive skin with her soft lips before sucking harshly on one spot. you squirmed, while her hand moved up to fondle your left breast, pulling and tweaking at the sensitive bud. it hurt from the previous abuse inflicted on it. you tried to wiggle your way out of her grasp before she pinched the poor pebble hard.
“mommy, it hurts!” you shrieked with a pout. the pain was soon forgotten, however, once you felt a familiar pressure prodding against your hole. you whined, pushing back against it. the empress let out a soft chuckle at your neediness before popping in the fat tip to which you let out a choked gasp.
“does my pretty girl want to play again?”
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hey, i love your writing!!! i wanted to see you write something about k&p complimenting each other's looks. like, katniss still has it since peeta said she's not "particularly pretty" and he has to reassure that he thinks she is the most beautiful woman alive etc thanks S2
Ask and you shall receive (I don't know where this came from):
I pulled the sweater on, running my fingers over my head to tame the static flyway's. I felt the distinct pressure of attention on the back of my skull, and with a smirk, I glanced over my shoulder.
"You're being such a creep right now."
"Am I?" Peeta replied from the other side of the closet. He didn't even pretend not to be staring at me. He just smiled shamelessly, standing there in his socks, boxers, and nightshirt, watching me as if he didn't see me every day. "You just look really pretty."
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the full-length mirror. "Okay," I said, braiding my hair with practiced ease. "If you say so."
"I do say so," he replied amusedly, going about the business of getting dressed for the day. I rolled my eyes, forgetting about the conversation as I assembled my list of tasks for the day. With my braid tied off, I started digging around the closet for my bag. I'd need something to carry the shopping back home with.
"Why do you always do that though?" Peeta asked, but my mind wasn't present, so he had to speak up again. "Katniss? Did you hear me?"
"Hm?" Aha, there it was. Why did I always have to throw it on the floor? "Did you say something?"
"I just asked you why you always roll your eyes when I say you look nice."
"I didn't roll my eyes," I refuted, wondering if we were going to end up having an argument over something.
"You know what I mean, you just always blow it off." he clarified, coming around to my side so he could smile in my direction. Okay not an argument then? "You look nice."
"Thanks," I said with a reluctant tone, rolling my eyes.
"See!" Peeta pointed at me. "Why do you do that?"
I gave him an unimpressed look. "Seriously? Can we just go?"
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged; sounding put out.
I sighed, "are you mad at me?"
"What? No," Peeta laughed. "Why would I be mad?"
"Then why are you trying to have a fight?" I was exasperated. "It's like you're looking for something to be mad about."
"I'm not mad!" Peeta insisted with another laugh, he looked very confused. "I was just asking."
I crossed my arms, "You're being serious?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh," I looked down sheepishly, feeling my cheeks warm with an embarrassed flush. "I don't know."
Peeta shook his head, he looked bewildered. "This is silly, let's just go."
"I just-- I don't know, I guess I don't buy it is all." I admitted with a shrug, turning towards the exit with embarrassment. Peeta stared at me with an eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"You asked!" I tugged at the hem of my sweater. I felt twitchy and weird, like a fish out of water. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"I'm looking at you because you're not making sense," He ducked down to make an incredulous face at me. "Why are you hiding right now?"
"Ugh," I scoffed, pushing him away. "I'm leaving."
"Wait! I'm supposed to be driving you!"
"I'll just walk." I sneered over my shoulder. Well, we were arguing now. I strode across our bedroom and out onto the staircase, Peeta hot on my heels.
"So, what you're saying is that someway, somehow, you, Katniss Everdeen, the prettiest girl to ever come out of District Twelve, think you're not extremely hot?"
I shot him a look over my shoulder, not even bothering to acknowledge that insane statement. I headed for the foyer.
"If you're coming with me, I'm going to need you to shut up."
"One, hurtful." Peeta commented flippantly, lowering my hand when I gave him the finger. "Secondly, I'm just being honest."
I made a face and turned away to pull on my coat, "sure you are."
"Why would I lie?" Peeta asked as he shut the door behind us.
"Hey guys!" Peeta and I waved in reply to our next door neighbor. "I borrowed the wheelbarrow, if you don't mind?"
"That's fine!" I called back, Peeta flashed a thumbs up. I hopped down the stairs and went to yank on the door to Peeta's truck.
"Ah, ah, ah, I have the keys." Peeta waved them above my head. I tried to snatch them, but he just raised his arm higher. "Tell me why you're pissed all of a sudden."
"I'm not the one that's mad!" I insisted.
"And yet you're yelling at me, yikes." Peeta snickered, his free hand palm out to fend me off when I smacked him. "Okay, okay, you're not mad."
"I'm not." I agreed sullenly, crossing my arms. I sighed, realizing he really wasn't going to let it go. "Fine, if you want to know that badly, I know I'm not particularly pretty, or nice, or tall because someone told me."
"Why does that sound so familiar?" Peeta frowned, the realization slowly dawning on him. "Oh, oh no Katniss."
"Yeah ."
"You're being unfair," He frowned at me, going around me to put his key in the door. "You know that," he said, sliding into the drivers side.
I was taken aback, "so you're not going to apologize?"
Peeta leaned an elbow against the open window, "are you actually mad about that or are you using it as an excuse? Because if you really hadn't forgiven me for that you would have said something I'm guessing... six years ago."
I scoffed, rounding the car to climb into the passanger side. "Drive."
"Ouch, seems like I forgot how to do that." He leaned back on his seat dramatically. "I guess we just have to wait until my girlfriend starts being nice to me again."
I tried to glare at him but it was hard to keep the angry thing going when he was so clearly trying not to laugh. I groaned.
"Fine, I don't know. I'm just," I made a face moving my hands around to try to get the message across. "You know?"
"I really don't." He crossed his arms leaning towards me over the gear shift. "You seriously think you're ugly?"
"I," I briefly struggled to string a sentence together. "I guess? Just look at me. I could accept average, I think, on a good day."
He raised his eyebrows, "Wow."
"That's all you're going to say to me?"
"Wow, you're blind." He leaned closer to me, invading my personal space. "Blind."
"Can we go now," I gently pushed him away. "Please? I-just. I think Wendel is staring."
Peeta glanced out of the windshield, making a face as he put his key in the ignition. "Damn, I miss when we were the hermits of the District. Those were the days."
"Everyone thought we were deranged," I said dryly.
"But the privacy couldn't be beat." He turned to look out the rear as he pulled away from the house. Victor's Village hadn't originally been built with the intention of holding a car, let alone Peeta's massive truck, so he had to park in the yard and drive past the fancy wrought iron gate.
"We're not letting this go, just so you know." He said after he got the car on the road. "I'm just trying to keep all the neighbor kids alive."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Good thing I can talk for the both of us," he waved at an approaching figure. "Hi Mrs. McAlister! Lovely weather we're having. I'd love to stay and chat, but Katniss and I have to get going. Oh! Okay!" He laughed at Mrs. McAlister's usual joke. "Okay, see you!"
"You could roll the window up, you know." I said bitterly for no reason.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that because I'm a very nice man." Peeta retorted. "And because we're in the middle of a self-image issue."
"Ugh, you sound like my mother." I cringed thinking about her new 'therapy is the way' approach to life.
"Wha-" Peeta glanced at me with his mouth open, shaking with laughter. "Oh, by the odds, I try to tell you you're beautiful and you tell me I'm a middle aged woman. Where's the love? The poetry? You used to think I was the coolest thing that ever happened to you."
"I never thought that, you're delusional." I accepted the searching hand he placed on my lap, intertwining our fingers. "But thank you for saying that."
"I'm not just saying it, though." He leaned forward to look for an opening before he pulled onto the main road. "I'm being so deadly serious, Katniss. I think you're beautiful because you are."
"Peeta-"
"You have these eyes," he interrupted. "They're so intense. Like smoke. Sometimes, when you look at me it feels like.. God, it feels like fire. Like I'm going to die if I can't be near you."
I slammed my mouth shut, suddenly very interested in his new line of thought.
"You know, for a long time there I thought you couldn't get more beautiful than you already were. You were so serious back then, always frowning, like you were thinking about the hard stuff all the time. But then your smile. Katniss, I love your smile." He smiled at me then, before turning back to the road. "You have these funny uneven teeth, and on anyone else they'd look out of place, but on you? They're perfect."
"You like my buck teeth?"
"I love your little rabbit teeth," he said with a laugh. "And your hair? You have no idea how obsessed I am with you hair. I used to wait for you to fall asleep so I could smell it. It made me feel like a creep."
I laughed, "I knew about the hair."
"And you haven't left me? Wow, you must really like me."
"Just a bit," I agreed leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you."
"Oh, I'm not done. I could write poetry about the curve of your nose. And your hands, even your lips. And we haven't even gotten to the dirty stuff yet. I think I actually did write something about how much I love your boobs once. It's in an old sketchbook somewhere."
I laughed, "I love you, dummy."
"Love you too." He honked. "Hey! Are you blind? Get outta the road!"
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Shine
Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian! female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1820 words
Outline: The grandmaster grants you the best prize in Sakaar. But does he want to be your prize?
Warnings: feather play, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, oral (f! receiving), face riding, power play, praise kink, rough play, size kink, the reader has golden tattoos.
Author’s Note: Requested by @mercurial-make-em-ups here. Set during Thor's time in Sakaar. Thanks to @heygoodgirly for choosing the positions for me :) Was tons of fun to write!
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Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist
NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
“Look at you, my shiny prize all ready for me, who would have thought?”
You smirk as you walk inside the vast room, your heels clicking on the floor making your way to him. Thor Odinson, the famous Asgardian prince who has now fallen of grace here, only for you, in Sakaar.
You were wearing a golden wrap dress, opting for no underwear since there was truly only one thing you wanted from this night. The grandmaster was kind enough to grant you a whole night with the prince making him your precious champion and prize.
You were a powerful rich woman, self-made, thrice a widow and you had been living close by to this planet for a while now, long before the destruction of Asgard. Yet you never had the pleasure to meet Thor before.
Thor is sitting on the bed, his arms and legs crossed looking at you. Somehow he looked much more handsome with the short hair and his eye patch, something raggedy, rough, and far more human. He was hard to resist and he was everything you ever wanted.
“I’m all yours my lady.” He smiles softly and gestures for you to sit. You shake your head at his reaction and move closer to him.
“Do you know what I want from you?”
“Oh, I know. I know very well.”
“Good. Very good. And would you do anything I ask of you?”
“Anything for you, my lady.”
“Start with your armor. I wanna see you.”
You look at him to just see how obedient he could be and you watch him as he carefully disposes of all of his clothes. Starting from the breastplate and going to the heavy pants and then he seemingly teases you as he is taking off his underwear. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of his cock. Enormous, girthy, and ever so veiny. You salivate at the thought and the sight as he sits back in the bed with a smirk on his face. Oh, he knew the effect he had on you, on any woman really.
It almost made you wonder who was truly in control.
You place a finger in your hair, tied to a loose bun, and by pulling off a golden feather you set them free and loose, holding the feather. Then you bring it to his body, dragging it slowly from his inner thighs to his chest, and watch him as he breathes in and out at your actions.
Thor looked so beautiful, all naked illuminated by the night lights coming in from the bedroom window. You move the feather across his cock, which is now getting twitchy for you, growing bigger and bigger. It makes your heart beat faster knowing you can tease him like that.
After a few more minutes of teasing him with the feather, you set it aside and climb on the bed. You pull another feather that’s on your side, holding the golden fabric together, and allow him to watch your body bare and naked just for him. Your chest was covered in different golden scribblings, phrases, and mantras from the celestials and the ancient ones.
“Is that..” Thor reaches out curiously with his hand but you only push it away. You settle on the other end of the bed with your legs open and he watches you with his mouth hanging open. He can’t figure out what you want.
“Write.” You smirk. “Write what you can read on me.” Thor’s eyes open wide and he reaches for the papyrus by his bedside table, picking it up alongside the feather and ink.
“Right here.” You gesture to him, to the area between your bare legs, and watch him as he obediently, lays on his stomach placing the papyrus very close to your pussy. With the end of the feather, he could touch your pussy, teasing you as well.
He stares at your body and touches you with his fingertips when he needs to look at the different words and symbols. Every time he writes down the right sentence, you compliment him with a smile and a “good boy”. Thor is fascinated by you and that makes you feel incredibly happy.
Your fingers are on his cheek softly caressing him as he scribbles looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. He drags the top of the feather against your pussy lips with an innocent move as your pussy begins to wet.
“You want help with that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You seem like a very hungry boy.”
“Oh, I am.”
He puts the feather down and hands you the papyrus before placing his hands on your thighs and his tongue on your pussy.
You are reading the content of the papyrus to him as his tongue works on you. He starts with the flat of his tongue dragging it up and down, tasting your sweet juices, followed by teasing your clit with the tip of your tongue, circling it around.
You can’t help but moan between words, trying hard not to grab his hair and force-feed him your pussy. You are curious about what he likes to do and he is also curious about what you like.
He continues though more forcefully dragging and working his tongue and his lips on your pussy, alternating between soft kisses too long licks. Then he adds a scissored finger, followed by another one, stretching you open. You drop the paper off your hands and grip his head while you start to move your pussy against his face. You couldn’t resist it anymore.
He smirks at your reaction and lets you ride his face however you like, pressing and pressing your pussy against his face, him holding you by your thighs wrapping his hands around them.
“Thor, fuck me, please!” You plead out as your orgasm hits you, causing his beard to drench in your juices.
Your body is trembling but you want more, so much more…
Thor lets go of your pussy sitting back against the bed frame and pulling you alongside him. Your legs on his legs, sitting in his embrace. It felt incredibly romantic given the circumstances and you knew that Thor wanted this as much as you did. He grabs your legs and brings them closer to him before gripping you on the hips.
You quickly realize what he wants to do, as he pushes his cockhead inside you and settles your legs on his shoulders.
He already makes you feel so full. His hands move to your ass and he grabs it as he slowly moves his cock inside your pussy, looking down to watch as you easily swallow him in.
“You ever gotten fucked by a fat cock before?” He asks you and his breath feels hot against your face. Your lean your body backward, shoving your breasts at his face as his cock is stretching you out, making it hard for you to reply.
“With the way you moan, I know it’s been a while.” He chuckles and gradually sets a pace, that lets him move his cock further and further inside you until he hits your g-spot. It fills glorious like your tightness is swallowing his cock whole like his cock was meant to fuck you like that.
The position eased him very well, to look at you and fuck you deeply. Exactly how he always liked it.
He continues, for as long as he likes, watching you moan and try to fuck yourself back to him whenever he stops for a break.
“Can’t seem to want to spend one moment unfucked?”
“Is…only one night…” You mewl, staring at him.
“Then you need a break or several, trust me. I’ve seen girls break their backs before on my cock and is not funny. Imagine your body hurting so much you can no longer take me.” He raises an eyebrow, almost scolding you. “We wouldn’t want that to happen, do we?”
You pout at him, you were supposed to be in control but you know he is right. He carefully slips out his cock as he is kissing your neck and shoulders, easing your legs down and massaging your muscles.
After a few more moments, he lays you down, turning you to your side and pulling you close to him, he kisses your face sweetly before seemingly getting up from the bed. You settle your weight on your hand as you watch him, stand close to the edge of the bed, and rub his cock a few times.
Then his attention returns to you, he moves his palm against your pussy and you rise up your legs to which he tells you no. “Keep 'em closed. I want you tight for me.”
Then Thor enters you again, pushing his cockhead against your pussy lips from the back, straddling your body.
You knew what Thor liked for sure. Deep ass penetration. That one thing was for sure. He does the same as before resting both of his hands on your body and pushing his cock inside you.
The twisted angle from this position feels so good, it allows Thor’s cock to hit you deep and fill you up exactly how he likes. He goes slowly thrusting gently almost romantically until he is sure you have rested a little and then he sets a brutal pace.
Now the room is filled with the sound of slapping skin on skin, your wetness dripping on the sheets on the bed as he fucks you like he wants to own you.
He grunts as he does so. You were keeping your legs so tightly together for him, giving a firm hold on his fat cock, almost struggling to keep your body up, glancing to look at his concentrated face, fucking your pussy like that.
He is brutal and fast and rough and you can’t help but beg him to cum inside you, but he only laughs at you.
“You know I’m the god of fertility, right?” He stops his movements and slips his cock out of your hole grunting for the last time about the tightness.
“Come here, open your mouth.” You obey, hopping around quickly like a bunny, hanging your mouth open and your tongue just for him.
And with a couple more strokes he shoots his load inside your mouth and it feels so warm and so good. Watching this specimen of men holding his fat cock with his huge arm, his eyes lightening up with his cum. What an image.
When he pushes you back down on the bed and towers your body with his shoving his cock back to your pussy, you don’t protest, you only let him show you well and thoroughly that he can fuck a lady.
That’s truly what you wanted anyway. And perhaps you make plans to keep the grandmaster happy with various gifts to potentially keep Thor as your own champion…
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Tips for beginner witches who are in the broom closet.
I have been seeing an increase in posts of beginner witches looking for ways to discreetly practice witchcraft. I have been very active with my witchcraft online, but I have more of a secret, hidden practice in real life. This is primarily due to living in a Christian household. I am here to give some tips for those who want to practice, but may not live in a supportive household.
First off, it is completely valid if your practice doesn't look like those you see online. Especially if you have to practice in private, just take it slow and easy, and you'll be okay. You've got this.
Second, I am a female. Because of this, many of my discreet twitchy tips are a bit more catered to women and female presenting people. Nothing against men and male practitioners, I have been able to adapt my practice in this way because of being a woman. There will be tips that will suit everyone, but some are more geared towards women and female presenting.
The first tip I can offer is to utilize nail polish! Nail polish is a perfect way to use colour magic discreetly. You can even make designs that match your intentions. For example, if you want to bring change, pick a colour that corresponds with that and add a butterfly nail sticker to it. It's beautiful and has a magical intention behind it.
If you are wanting to veil to help protect your energy, use a scrunchie that has been given that intention. Veils don't always have to cover your entire head. Be creative.
If you like to paint, incorporate hidden sigils into your art. If you're drawing a character and you want them to have a tattoo, make it a sigil. If you're painting trees, make it look like it's a carving in the tree.
Look into kitchen witchcraft. Kitchen witchcraft can be done very discreetly, as even the most simple ingredients can be used for spells. For example, tomato soup with cloves, basil, oregano, paprika, and black pepper makes a wonderful protection spell which you can eat (this is one of my personal favourite protection spells). You can add in veggies that also match your intentions to make it even better! Make a lemonade to help bring joy and to cleanse your energy. Add a bit of orange to it and you've not only got a joy bringing spell, but a creativity spell as well.
Use walking as a form of meditation. Nothing beats getting out and breathing in the fresh air to help ground yourself. It's even better when music is involved, so don't forget to bring your headphones! You can even listen to audiobooks or podcasts during this time as well. If you are someone that can't always go on walks, just being outside and getting fresh air is more than enough to help meditate or ground yourself.
Enchant your jewelry. This is huge for hidden and discreet witchery! You don't need a fancy ritual or any fancy jewelry to do this. It can be whatever you have that you want to enchant. Hold that piece of jewelry in your hands and envision a bright, white engulfing that item. While feeling this energy, set your intentions into the jewelry. It can be anything you wish! Once you feel your intention is in the jewelry, envision the white light fading and the energy calming. Once this happens, gently blow on the jewelry to remove any excess energy that may be lingering. Now you have enchanted your jewelry without needing any other spell ingredients or rituals!
These are the best tips I can think of at the moment. If anyone else has other tips, feel free to add onto this post! I hope this helps!
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First Meeting
(P x GN!Reader)
NOTE: So this is my first x reader, I've checked for mistakes but if there's still any I do apologise and I hope you enjoy it!
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You were sick of this, sick of everything that has happened in Krat. Everything had happened so suddenly with puppets murdering people and people becoming sick because of the petrification disease, you were just someone who visited Krat trying to look for work and yet you got more than you bargained for.
Trying to dodge the puppets
and even people who tried to pull a fast one on you, you managed to finally get to the hotel that was supposedly a safe place. Upon entering you were enriched with how big this
place was and even how clean it was despite the random luggage bags that were sprawled out in certain places within the hotel, probably from the sudden panic everyone would've been in during the
attacks, poor sods.
Walking in you were greeted by an elegant looking lady in blue, she smiled and approached you "Hello, are you here for refuge?" she spoke, her voice as soft as she looked. You nodded,
"Y-yes...I heard that this was pretty much the only safe place in Krat, I hope I'm not barging in on anything I can leave if it-", she shook her head, "No, no! Please stay, Miss Antonia
kept this hotel open so people could stay in. You're more than welcome" she gave a small smile. You softly chuckled and thanked her before taking a seat near what appeared to be the library,
you noticed a woman in a wheelchair gazing at the painting in front of her, you greeted her as she did to and turns out that was thee Miss Antonia that Sophia mentioned.
With the greetings done
you decided to take a look at the books which you weren't really invested in but it was something to pass the time with, you also noticed the piano, you yourself never learned how to play but
you do remember your mother playing one a few times when she had the time.
About to sit down you heard the door at the back of the hotel open and footsteps approach, you heard the soft voice of Sophia talking with the person who just arrived, you peeked out from
the library and noticed a person that was in blue attire and what you noticed mostly was the metal arm they had, 'A prosthethic?' you wondered before looking up at the back of the head of
this person. Their hair was between black and brown you couldn't tell but the person turned around you swore your heart stopped a second, they were beautiful and certainly looked out of
place wihtin the broken city of Krat. Upon seeing the two finish their conversation you saw Sophia point her head towards the library with a smile, the person, assuming they were a guy,
looked towards the library making you jump and rush back inside the room, your face heating up out of embarassment and you went to sit down with the book you had picked.
Hearing foot steps
come in you slowly peeked at the new person in the room, he looked at you and his stare was almost...puppet like? He was a bit twitchy and he just seemed odd. The boy approached you silently and tilted his head at you, was he greeting you? Was he mute? You decided to start the conversation, "Ah...hi? I'm (Y/N), I've just arrived and your name is?", he blinked silently before quietly
saying "...P" "P? Thats...an unusual name, is it a nickname?" you asked as he just shrugged, "Wait...don't tell me you've been going out there?!" you exclaimed suddenly as you noticed the sword he had
that was hooked to his belt, he nodded "Need...to do...a job", his monotone voice replied, "help...Krat" he said and became silent after. You blinked, "then you're extremely brave P, it's
scary out there...everywhere you turn it's just violence and death..." you frowned as you spoke, "I can't even say 'I want to go home' because I don't really have a home to go to" you
continued, P just stayed quiet but you could tell he was listening very intently as he slowly sat down next you on the couch, "Home...what is home?" he asked softly, looking directly at you.
You frowned, what was home? Some people say home is where the heart is but for you your heart is just...lost. You never really had a stable life as you only had your mother who passed away
when you were young and thus having you be moved around to different boarding schools which wasn't fun because being the constant newcomer had made you out to be an easy target. So no,
you had no idea what the true meaning of 'home' is.
Hearing P tilted his head again, you turned to him and softly smiled before quietly saying, "I don't know...I wish i did but I don't, sorry P" you gave an apologetic smile as the boy next you
blinked as you continued, "People say home is with the people you're surrounded with could be a family member, a friend or even a lover, thats one definition of home for some and for others
it can be a physical building ha ha..." you chuckled dryly before going quiet. "There's...no need to be scared. I'm...going to fix this." you heard the boy next you speak up, "then maybe...you can find
a place...or person to call home." he contiued making you softly smile, that was sweet of him even if you didn't fully believe him at least he was trying to make you feel better. "Thank you, P. But
please be careful when you go out there...you seem like a good person and it would be a shame for you to get hurt", you said as he nodded. You two went silent as you looked through your book, noticing P
moving closer and by closer it was his upper half while his lower half was still planted in the same spot, you snickered as you patted the side next you inviting him to sit next you. He took the invite
and sat next you, you noticed his body felt firm and slightly cold but deciding not to comment you smiled at him. "Do you enjoy reading? I'm not really a big fan but it's a nice thing to pass
the time with" you spoke, as P shook his head "I don't understand a lot of it...", "Oh? like you can't read?" you asked, "I can but...some words I don't understand..." he muttered, you gave a
small smile "well...maybe I can help? Teach you the words you're not familiar with?" you offered, P looked down before looking up at you and gave you a small smile,
"I would like that, thank you."
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I absolutely love Alone and would love the director’s cut of it, but particularly of this part
Kate is taller than Lucy by a good six inches, but she seems small right now, curled in on herself, like she’s bracing herself against something heavy and devastating.
Lucy’s forgotten to be angry for the last few minutes, too focused on figuring out the mystery of what is making Kate so twitchy, on picturing the woman she loved lying in pool of her own coagulating blood, but as the answer makes itself clear to her, she can already feel the rage starting to simmer in her gut again.
It’s the only gap in the timeline. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
All she has to say is, “How’d you get to the hospital?” and Kate looks up at her, pressing her lips into a thin, white line, the worry lines in her forehead standing out, stark and deep against the unhealthy pallor of her face.
Kate doesn’t bother to lie to her. “I took an uber,” she says, and, there it is.
Lucy fucking loses it.
The image of Kate in a fucking stranger’s car, huddled in the backseat, hiding her blood and her fear from some strange man, someone who could have taken advantage of her, hurt her even more. He must have smelled the blood, seen the clots in her hair. Lucy finds herself wanting to rip his head off; he, who was there at Kate’s most vulnerable moment, when he did fucking nothing to deserve it.
He, who was there when Lucy should have been.
The fury finds Lucy again and sweeps her off her feet, carrying her along in a wild current. She can tell that underneath the rapids are huge boulders of fear, but she lets herself skim the surface, only letting the pure rage touch her.
Oh i love this fic! This makes me happy.
This fic was from a prompt, which I rarely do these days, but it was such a great idea that it really grabbed me right away. I loved the idea of Kate being so alone that when something bad happens, she can't fathom having anyone there for her. I think a lot about living alone, being so isolated, lacking any sense of community like Season 1 Whistler did. As someone who is chronically ill and lucky enough to be married to a wonderful person, I don't have to worry about that. When I passed out in the bathroom a few years ago, she was literally right next to me, and by the time I came to she was already on the phone with 911, sat next to me for 12 hours in the ER while I waited to be seen, all that jazz. So thinking about a similar situation for Kate without a WifeZipps was really what gripped me here.
Also, random aside, the imagery of Kate waking up in the pool of her blood was inspired by an episode of Bones from the first season I think, where Bones is in New Orleans and she wakes up hurt and bleeding, alone, and she doesn't know where she is or what happened, or even if all the blood was hers. Booth flies down and is in a fucking tizzy the whole episode that someone hurt his (not)girlfriend, and so that's some of the energy I pulled into this fic.
Anyway, I wrote this fic originally as just the first chapter, just a sad Kate POV, and then I realized I wanted Lucy's response too, that maybe the meat of the fic was actually in Lucy's revelation, rather than Kate's injury.
What I enjoyed so much was playing with the POV's. In Kate's, re: the uber, all she says is: "She changes her bloody shirt, puts on a baseball hat and a jacket with a popped collar, and doesn’t give the driver a good look at the right side of her head. The drive isn’t long, but the waiting room at the hospital is full."
Meanwhile, as you posted above, Lucy says: "The image of Kate in a fucking stranger’s car, huddled in the backseat, hiding her blood and her fear from some strange man, someone who could have taken advantage of her, hurt her even more. He must have smelled the blood, seen the clots in her hair. Lucy finds herself wanting to rip his head off; he, who was there at Kate’s most vulnerable moment, when he did fucking nothing to deserve it. He, who was there when Lucy should have been."
Kate is so practical, right. "I put on a hat, it was fine." Meanwhile Lucy is catastrophizing but also much more correct, with her fear that he can see it, smell it, want to take advantage of it. Getting in an uber in the middle of the night as a woman alone is scary no matter what, and then if you're bleeding, hurt, disoriented, it's so much worse. I would be Lucy if my wife told me she took a fucking uber to the hospital with an open head wound. I would be so fucking scared for her.
I liked playing with Kate only realizing how fucking dumb that was when she sees it reflected in Lucy's eyes. And I like Lucy only realizing how alone Kate is when confronted with the matter-of-fact-ness of Kate's decision to go alone, to ride alone, to wait alone, to sleep alone, to clean up the blood alone. Kate is like, well obviously, what else would I have done? And that makes Lucy realize so many things. And I like that.
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I’m sorry I have to ask how would a throuple Deidara/Tori/Itachi work in this au? Who drives who craziest? What does the village think? More importantly, what does Kushina think?
i'm not saying i'd make this ~canon~ to the reborn au, but if i did i'd write it like this:
so it's actually kind of tricky to add deidara to the itatori fake dating power couple because despite both of them acting insane about it, they're actually almost entirely on the same page about what they want out of a relationship. neither of them are super into actual romance or physical affection, but having another person socially bound to show up and back you up is nice even if neither will admit it. itachi will die if he has to learn to be vulnerable with someone else but following tori around like a weird ghost at social events is just how life is sometimes, and if he says something out of line she'll roll her eyes and not cry over it. tori thinks itachi is rude and controlling and also there was that period where he actively wanted to kill her, but if she insists a good boyfriend would help her with X, he'll.... usually do it, even if X is an absurdly selfish demand.
and i think deidara does want active sex life, and he won't ADMIT it but he likes being dated. he thinks tori and itachi's relationship is really weird and also very annoying to him personally, how dare they. so we need something stupid and contrived to make the throuple even happen. such as:
tori and deidara are roommates.
deidara obviously knows their dating is fake, because he KNOWS them. also because usually when itachi comes over, tori just like. ignores him
like itachi is only there because he likes having Away Time from home, and spending the night at his girlfriend's is a normal reason to not be home. he knows tori wants her own alone time. he's just going to quietly hangout in their living room and then crash on the couch
deidara: ....but why are you H E R E
itachi: ? i literally just explained it?
i think at some point it's going to become obvious to the wider konoha populace that there's something off about ItaTori.... like itachi is konoha's most eligible bachelor so people are Watching because everyone KNOWS mikoto periodically interviews kunoichi about a potential marriage match, and no one has seen them even kiss a cheek, and also a few people have definitely noticed tori being Obnoxious On Purpose. itachi IS an asshole but bc the entire canon is obsessed with him, i've decided only his inner most circle has realized this. clearly tori is his evil, overbearing girlfriend he can't get out of a toxic relationship with
itachi: no :( if the rumor gets too bad this won't work any more and then i'll have to date an actual 18 year old :( tori i care about her problems so little. what if she tries to kiss me :(
tori, sailing right by the idea they should attempt to be more publicly amorous, because LOL: okay we're going to have to redirect with an even juicier rumor then.... let's see, what do people know.... we're not into each other enough, and also they think i'm a gold digger*.... i've heard people wondering what happens when you spend the night here.....
*she kinda is
tori: oh!
tori: i'm your beard because you're fucking deidara :)
itachi decides this is GREAT because he knows "publicly date a woman who could make you heirs while fucking your boyfriend on the side" IS the solution to the uchiha heir being gay. they barely have to change anything. they just have to catch him shoving deidara against a wall at a couple parties and then dragging him into a private room
the thing is deidara reacts exactly correctly to itachi doing this. he gets red and flustered. he acts embarrassed and twitchy when asked about it later. he's been obsessed with itachi for years.....
anyway they forget to tell deidara what itachi was doing until AFTER the rumor mill gets around to him, and deidara has to go scream alone in a forest for a while
deidara wants to blow them both up but then he looks deep down inside his soul and actually he would. like. to fuck itachi.......
i think deidara gets more frustrated with the entire thing more often because he has more interest in the whole stupid arrangement not being fake, so if i wrote it i think his addition would catalyze it moving into more of a "real" throuple, instead of "friends who mutually enjoy tricking other people for fun and profit social benefit"
as for who annoys each other most.... i think deidara has it in his head that tori > itachi because he decided it eons ago when he had more of a grudge against itachi, and he's not actually very good at changing his mind. so he's more forgiving of tori's annoying quirks while itachi is more likely to drive him insane. tori is actually more likely to actively annoying itachi, because most of deidara's annoying habits are very "it happens and then it's done," whereas tori is irritating over longer periods, and also sometimes entirely on purpose. for tori, i think itachi is generally more likely to pick at her nerves, but also since they've been In Cahoots more, she's more likely to forgive/understand him than in original flavor plasticity, and also deidara is less good at Cahoots which can annoy her
i'm imaging the fake dating starts when they're 15/16, with deidara being added a couple years later, so they're not actively under kushina while it's happening but she's invested in checking in on them when she can. because she doesn't have a front row view of the budding "romance," i think kushina just kind of assumes.... tori and itachi realized they were both Like That in the same direction and that's why they seem like a weird couple to others. she's more skeptical of the "tori is itadei's beard" rumor because that seems.... wrong. but when she talks to deidara about it he gains the most pained expression in the universe and she's like "oh no" because ACTUALLY this is a WILD LOVE TRIANGLE---
anyway when they become vaguely official, she's happy for them! also she's told minato every single detail with the same excitement she relates bad movies she watches, sorry if that makes mission reports weird---
i don't think the village at large would be... super into it? and also confused. they already don't like tori not being a Perfect Girlfriend, and the beard rumor was very exciting for a few months, but itachi being gay (bi? why is tori still there?) ruins a lot of personal fantasies, because either you want to marry him, marry your cousin to him, indulge in the fantasy of what being married to him is like, or you're one of those dudes who idolizes other dudes and your dude-idol's sexual life being your own fantasy one is very important. also don't tell deidara or tori how obsessed with itachi the village is they know and they don't like it.
caveat to the above: i think there's a subset of konoha that's really, really interested in deidara's sex life because. uh. hands. so "what do you think he does in a threesome" is probably semi normal bar banter, sorry deidara
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Told You
Ivar the Boneless x ofc
Word Count: 2431
Warnings: mature language, explicit sexual content.
Groans and cries boomed throughout the hut, a woman begging for more as a man encouraged her to take it like a 'good girl'. The sounds from Ivar's room were pure filth, the splintering of the wooden bed accompanied by a shriek to Odin. Yet, the room's typical tenant sat outside the door, gritting his teeth with blue eyes ablaze.
Footsteps approached, the noise getting closer and closer, but the man did not shift from his twitchy state, back against the cold wall and legs spread uselessly in front of him. "Ivar Lothbrok, you dirty pervert!" Elli bellowed, appearing before the young prince, shocking him from his murderous stupor. "Listening to your brother as he makes love to his woman! Absolutely shameful!" She chided, taking a seat beside him, their shoulders brushing.
Ivar listened to the constant swearing and whining behind the door, shaking his head. "Nothing about that sounds like love," He snorted. "Besides, where am I to go? My room is clearly occupied." He tapped the closed door, but no response came.
Rolling her eyes, Elli shoved her friend's shoulder, leaning in close. "Why not find your own woman and take her to Hvitserk's room for a bit of revenge?" Elli whispered, giggling at her master plan, ignoring his blank face.
The pair had been friends since childhood, with Elli being the only juvenile to overlook Ivar's legs and persevere through his temper tantrums. Although Elli did not enjoy the activities Ivar did, war and violence, they grew to be inseparable, the girl all but adopted into the Ragnarsson family and adored by all of Kattegat. While Ivar was a scorching wildfire, prepared to obliterate everything in his path, Elli was the morning sea, gentle and welcoming.
Clapping his hands, Ivar exhaled. "Oh, my innocent Elli, your master plan is flawless." The sarcasm flowed from his tongue. Holding up one figure, he wagged it in front of her tracking eyes before tapping her cold nose, jostling her. "The problem, however, is that I cannot have a woman." He spat.
Elli's face twisted, her lips pursed and nose scrunched. "What do you m– oh…" Her face dropped. Ivar clenched his jaw, humming and averting his eyes away from her. "Surely that is not the case!" She exclaimed, grabbing Ivar's chin and forcing his downcast eyes to meet her bright ones. Pulling out of her grip, Ivar sent her a pointed glare. Elli just shrugged. "Well, were you relaxed?"
"Of course, I was." He declared, finding the filthy floor more interesting than her raised brow. Rolling his eyes, Ivar sighed. "No," he grumbled, flicking dirt off his trousers.
Elli cheered, throwing her arms in the air. "That is your problem! You need to find somebody you can be comfortable around." She tutted. "You are far too concerned about how people will perceive your legs to relax in a situation like that; fear will scare your manhood away!"
Ivar choked. "And how would you know anything about that?!" he demanded, wondering what experience his angelic friend had and how he didn't know about it.
Elli huffed, crossing her arms. "I listen to woman talk, Ivar."
Clearing his throat, Ivar accepted her answer and moved on, yet it continued to dwell in his mind. "Where do you suggest I find someone like that? In case you have forgotten, I am not close with many people."
Elli paused, observing Ivar's dejected frame, before shrugging. "Well, why don't we just do it together?"
Suddenly, the obnoxious noises from Ivar's room faded into the background. A ringing echoed in his ears, and he could feel the blood drain from his face, his hands becoming sweaty. Licking his lips, Ivar stuttered, "Ar–are you sure? This cannot be taken back."
Elli smiled softly. "Yes, but doing it with you makes sense. I want this to happen." She stated plainly, ignoring the rapid blinking of the Ragnarsson beside her. Standing up, Elli brushed off the dust from her dress and began to walk away. Realising the cripple had not started to follow her, she paused, turning back to see his gobsmacked face. "Well, are you coming or not?" She questioned. Elli did not wait for his response as she sauntered away, but the tell-tale sound of rapid dragging followed her footsteps.
†
Laying back on the bed, the woollen fleece itched and irritated his bare skin, but he ignored it in favour of staring at the woman perched on top of him, naked as the day she was born. Her trembling thighs rested atop of his, the silence surrounding them.
The two gawked at each other, the flickering fire illuminating their bodies and casting shadows around the room. Exhaling, Ivar lay there, not touching her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He muttered, his hands twitching by his sides, desperate to touch her. Swallowing heavily, Elli nodded rapidly. Ivar chuckled lowly, his quaking hand trailing up her soft thigh, causing the woman to shudder. "I need to hear your words, Elli."
Elli leant down, her hair covering her bare breasts as she rested her hands on his shoulders. "I want this, Ivar," she rasped. "I want you."
Nodding to himself, Ivar saw the honesty glistening in her eyes. Licking his lips, the young prince pushed onto his forearms, bringing his face close to hers.
Elli could feel his rushed breath on her face and shuddered, worried he could hear the hurried beating of her heart. Leaning down, the young woman closed her eyes as their lips met. It was a firm but gentle kiss, unsure and tentative. Yet, it was comfortable... right. As the pair grew more confident, Ivar's shaking hand left her thigh and moved to her waist, gripping her tightly. His hand blindly reached up and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her close, their bodies pressed against one another in a warm embrace.
Elli's toes curled; his face grasped between her hands. She wanted more. She needed it. Instinctually, her body ground down on him, searching for relief. Ivar pulled away with a groan, throwing his head back. Elli did not let go of his face, but her eyes widened. Between her damp folds rested a hard, rigid penis. Raising a brow, she carefully rolled her hips. "Elli!" He moaned.
Elli smirked as Ivar paused, huffing and puffing. His eyes were blown wide, staring at the dim ceiling as he realised what had happened, what he thought would never happen. He had an erection.
As Ivar lay there, stunned, Elli began trailing her way down his stomach, leaving kisses and nibbles as a footprint of her path, licking stripes in the dips of his abdomen as roads. Ivar was knocked out of his daze and let out unsteady breaths as Elli became face-to-face with Ivar's member. It was engorged and larger than she had expected, a pretty pink tip atop a thick, veiny cock. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs.
Taking a deep breath, Elli leant down, running the flat of her tongue across his leaking tip. Ivar squirmed, hissing in pleasure. However, groans and gasps followed as Elli's tongue explored his throbbing length, stroking and sucking with her wet mouth, paying special attention to the thick vein that ran up his cock.
Elli rubbed her thighs together as her hand joined her mouth, her thumb caressing a slow circle around the head as she took languid, long strokes with her tongue, making his hips jerk and twitch.
Nodding to herself, Elli finally took Ivar's member in her mouth, both of them whimpering at the feeling. Ivar's head fell back, his parted mouth hung open, and eyes screwed shut as Elli's warm, wet mouth moved up and down his shaft. Elli tried to take all of him in her mouth but could not, gagging due to his considerable size, so her hand aided her, pumping up and down as she swirled her tongue around him.
Ivar cursed above her, digging his fingers into the damp fleece as grunts and shaky breaths emitted from him. Sneaking a glance down at Elli, he whimpered, seeing wide pupils already locked on him. The sight of her beautiful lips wrapped around his throbbing cock drove him wild. "Fuck," he groaned.
Yet, he swallowed the whine that threatened to escape him when she pulled away, a line of saliva still attached to his cock connecting to her mouth. Yet, a moan erupts when Elli begins to softly tug at his penis, rubbing it up and down. "I want to ride you now…" Elli whispered, eyes intently watching Ivar's reactions, how he whined and ground his hips in search of release; it made wetness drip from her folds and onto the bed.
Clearing his throat, Ivar stared into her eyes. "Well, if you are sure, what are you waiting for?"
Without another word, Elli climbed on Ivar, her body moving up his thighs, causing Ivar to bite his lip as he felt her moistness drag against him. Pushing her hips flush against his, Elli began to grind, circling her hips back and forth, searching for friction. The pair mewled, pawing at each other as she guided his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. As Elli ground on Ivar's cock, it nudged her clit every time, making her whimper and whine. The sound was intoxicating to Ivar. He reached up, gripping at her chest, tweaking one of her nipples and taking the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue.
Rasping, Elli reached down between them and grasped his dick, propping herself up and preparing to sink down on it. "Wait, wait..." Ivar whispered against her breast, holding her hips in place. "Are you sure?" Icy blue eyes peered up at her, a vulnerability in them that Elli had never seen before.
"Of course, I am sure." Elli declared as she sank down on Ivar's cock. Elli cried, for although she was wet and wanting, she had never been penetrated before, so an intense burning overtook her. However, Ivar had never felt something so tight, so warm wrapped around him. He wanted to thrust, chase that feeling, yet seeing tears leaking from Elli's eyes made him pause.
"No, no..." Ivar brushed the tears away, Elli sniffling as he grasped her face between his hands. He caressed her cheek, leaving kisses. "This will pass." He promised.
A watery chuckle left Elli. "And how do you know this?"
Smirking, Ivar trailed a hand up Elli's quivering thigh. "While you listen to women talk..." His hand etched closer to her sex, where he was still paused deep within her. "I listen to men talk."
A keening moan escaped her lips, high-pitched and breathless, as Ivar's thumb pressed on her clit. Rolling his fingers around, Elli quivered and squirmed. Slowly, Ivar moved his hips in time, matching her pace and never quicker. Soon, with patience and passion, the burn faded into a pleasurable stretch.
Elli pushed Ivar back onto the bed, removing his hand from her clit. Holding his shoulders, Elli began to bounce up and down, using his shoulders as an anchor to help her thighs, unsure with the new movement. The two friends locked eyes as Ivar lifted his glistening hand to his mouth, licking the moisture from in and around his fingers. Sighing, Ivar relished in the tangy taste, spurring him on and began to pound into her, grunting at the exertion and the feeling.
"Oh, Ivar," she whimpered, throwing her head back and exposing her glistening chest as she rocked her hips, chasing a feeling she had never felt before.
Ivar's hands kneaded her thighs, encouraging her to meet his fast pace as he pounded into her from below. "You're doing such a good job, Elli." He praised, grinding his throbbing erection deep inside her, loving how she mewled and bounced faster at his approval.
"Ivar, I– Ivar, I can't…" Her thighs burned, the steady up-and-down motion slowing as her legs trembled. She sobbed, her trembling fingers tracing her clammy abdomen and clutching her breasts, twisting her stiff nipples and whimpering.
Growling, Ivar released his bruising grip from the supple flesh of her hips. Grasping the back of her clammy neck, Ivar jerked her close, dragging their bare chests together as he latched onto the delicate skin of her throat, littering kisses and bruises. His cock slammed into her soaking core, squelching reverberating off the walls as Elli squealed. Her quivering arms collapsed, and she lay flat on Ivar, mumbling nonsense as Ivar huffed into her ear. "Fuck, you are such a good girl. Taking all of me so good," he babbled, licking a long stroke up her salty neck, his hips never slowing.
Tears welled in Elli's eyes as she reached a shaking hand between their sticky bodies to rub her throbbing clit. Weeping in relief, Elli moved her slim fingers furiously, feeling something building in her lower belly, setting every nerve in her body on fire.
Eyes locked on Elli's movements, her fingers drumming fast and her wetness leaking onto his shaking thighs, Ivar groaned. Tilting his hips off the bed, Ivar ploughed into Elli, gripping her wild hair and forcing her lips on his, their tongues dancing. "fuck–fuck–FUCK IVAR!" Elli screamed, the coil that had built inside of her finally snapping. Her pussy tingled, gushing wetness all over Ivar's pounding cock. Collapsing on top of the young Prince, Elli saw stars, her body twitching in the aftermath. Feeling her completion, tugging, and milking Ivar's solid erection, Ivar roared, his seed coating her convulsing inner walls. Elli mewled at the feeling, her cunt squeezing him, draining him of every last drop.
Sticky and sweaty, the young pair struggled to catch their breath, huffing and puffing.
While Elli was dazed, her body still quivering with aftershocks, Ivar stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. His hands stroked up her saturated back as he struggled to find words. Blinking away tears, the prince gazed down at his only friend. Shaking his head, Ivar planted a solid kiss on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her. Sighing, Elli snuggled into his muscular arms.
"Told you." Elli croaked, her throat dry and voice muffled in Ivar's grip.
Ivar just laughed, throwing his head back against the pillows. "Yes, my not-so-innocent Elli, you were correct." Stroking her cheek, Ivar raised her droopy head and was greeted with a lazy smile. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.
Giggling, Elli pouted her lips, too weak to lift herself up. Leaning down towards Elli, Ivar barely met her lips when the door was flung open, slamming against the wall with a bang! "OH MY FUCKING ODIN!" Hvitserk yelled, shirt torn open, and jaw dropped.
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A simple gift
[Music Store]
Clerk:Hello! What can I do you for?
Peach:Heard you were the best music shop in Atlas with the coolest tech around. Heh, I’m here for none of that actually. *points behind counter* One pare of vintage headphones please. The red ones.
Clerk:Oooo, you have taste.
Peach:It’s my mom who’s the real dabbler in this brand. Her birthday is coming up and this would make the perfect gift.
Clerk:Sounds wonderful. Wait one minute and I’ll have them ready for-
The young gasped as three people entered his establishment with a loud kick that flew open the doors. Peach turned around, her silver eyes the size of dinner plates as she saw two burly men pointing handguns at her and the clerk while a woman in the middle wearing a hockey mask did the same with her pistol.
Woman:Nobody move!
Peach:…Well this isn’t how my day was supposed to go. Why are you the only one in a mask? Haven’t been to jail yet? Is-
Woman:Shut your mouth and put your hands up! Both of you!!!
Clerk: *raises hands*
Peach:Dude, you should do that more like this. *raises slowly* Quick can get people jumpy. Although I’m positive dude in the left has the safety on.
The brute looks down to double check. It’s definitely off. He glances back annoyed as Peach tilts her head in disbelief. It’s only then he realized how dumb it was to look away.
Brute:Don’t mess with me!
Peach:I talk when I’m nervous is all. Don’t mind me; so I’m betting you want the money? That or new wireless earbuds are too expensive. I’d be tempted to steal too. Not with guns though. That’s a bit-
Woman:Shut. Up. *aims gun*
Peach:…May I move to left?
Clerk:What?
Woman:What?
Peach:I would like you to keep your guns on me as I move left. I don’t like how I’m in front of the headphone display and you all seem a little twitchy. So if you could please humor me and -
The woman shot three rounds into the case, shattering it and piercing several headphones, including the red pair.
Peach:….
Woman:Do you think this is a game!?
Peach:…Well, I tried to be reasonable.
xxxxx
Weiss:Where did that girl run off to?
Ruby:Relax. I’m sure she’s out the music store just at the end of this street. We’ll scoop her up and make our reservation in no time. *holds hand* We have time.
Weiss:I’m not worried about that. I just wanted us all to shop together. Knowing her she’ll forget all about what she’s supposed to be doing if something catches her eye. Hopefully the store clerk doesn’t mind idle-
A young woman goes flying through a glass window and land on the sidewalk in pain. Ruby and Weiss then see two men run out of the music store frantically before their own daughter comes flying out through the broken window.
Peach grabs the pole of a street lamp, swinging around it and planting her feet into a brutes chest hard enough to knock him away, then she swings around and begins strangling the other one by pincering both legs between his throat. She slides down the pole, still chocking him, and grabs his pistol, removes the bullets, then beams the gun at the first brute’s head as he tried to get up. Now that they were both unconscious, Peach walked over to the woman and grabs her by the hair before she could escape.
Woman:I’m sorry!!!! Please! Let me go!!! *crying*
Peach:Mmmm naaaaah. You’re kind of an asshole. I mean I was always going to stop you guys but I was at least going to let you get money out the store so nobody would have to shoot anyone, but you had to go shoot my mom’s birthday gi-
Weiss and Ruby:….
Peach:Oh, hi moms!! Done shopping?
Ruby:Hi sweetie! Kicking but I see.
Weiss:Peach, you’re unlicensed.
Peach:So are these guns. Also I’m the victim! This was self defense, but now that two real huntsman are here… *lets go* Here you go.
Weiss:…*looks at woman* Alright, hands where I can see them. Ruby, please go peel the men off the ground.
Ruby:*snickers*
After about twenty minutes local police came and took away the robbers while Peach sat on a near by bench and watched her parents work until they finally came back.
Peach:So who got the credit?
Weiss:Seeing how you “played victim” I just told them you caused enough push back to send them running towards us.
Peach:Excuse me, but I am a victim! I found the perfect pair of red retro headphones for mom but that brat shot it into pieces!
Ruby:Awww you remembered my birthday is coming up? That’s so sweet. You’re also as scatterbrained as me apparently. With a temper like Weiss.
Weiss:Hey!
Peach:What?
Weiss:Did they shoot the display case?
Peach:Yeah, why?
Weiss:Did you ask if the clerk had any in the back or on a shelf?
Peach….
The girl sprinted back into the music store. Only a minute later did she come sliding back out into view with a box over her head and eyes wide.
Peach:He said it’s on the house! I’m gonna help him pick up the glass!
Ruby:Woooo!
Weiss:She’s going to give me gray hairs.
Ruby:You’d look the same.
Weiss:Not the point.
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A/N: HEEEEY YOU GUYSSSSSS, I POPPED THESE HEADCANONS OUT OF NOWHWEREEEE. I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE, DONT COME FOR ME JUST READ AND TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT LOL🤎✨️✨️✨️ I will say tho I wrote this from my phone because like the goofy I am, I spilled water on my laptop and gotta get it replaced🤭 So any edits I need to make will be in the near future🤎 Also Ironically I'm posting this 4:44PM☺️
Toji with Yoga!Girlfriend
SFW
He's learned what it means to be calm. You would meditate around him and at first he would always want to break your focus but afterward he'd sit with you and just breathe. He found it extremely calming when a rush of anger would wash over him.
He's in awe at the many Yoga Poses you can do and how focused you are when executing them. He's worked hard to bulk up his body but he can't say that he's as balanced as you. Which is why he has so much respect for you too.
Let's be real, you're over here talking about the healing power of crystals and he does not believe in none of that shit. It takes for him to have an out-of-the-blue migraine to do your "mumbo jumbo shit" on him and he might only admit that for a second, it worked. But he believes just laying in your lap is what did the trick.
You smell so fucking nice. You're the type to use essential oils more than perfume and it shows. Any scent that you're using that day is stuck to you and becomes your natural scent. One that's so pleasant it keeps Toji in your space more than usual.
You're highly intentional with your actions and he can sense it. You have this layer of love, honesty, and devotion that keeps him on his toes. It's hard to make him breathless but you're such a wonderful woman that he looks to you for comfort in more than just the sexual sense. You've proven to be a great pillar in his life and he's smitten by you based on how you're so open to loving him and in return, he provides the love and protection you desire. In his way, he'll cheerily thank a star for aligning you "or some shit" together. You give him a level of stability he's never seen or had in a very long time.
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Now this man has spun the block a couple of times but damn would he feel like there are way too many new experiences with you.
This man did not know what Kegels were until you showed him on one particular rainy day. This was closer to the beginning of your relationship and you would say, "Hey Babe, let's try something new" You're ideas usually come out more good than bad so he doesn't deny you. The first time you tighten yourself around him, the face he makes is voided of all smugness, it's a culmination of shock and humor. "Fuck, Treasure... How are you doing that????" His brows furrow too tight as he comprehends real "Pussy Power". Let's just say thunderstorms weren't the only thing to erupt.
The massages you give this man always lead him to visit heaven. You touch him in ways that he thought were just simple and had no other meaning than its initial reaction. Every graze from your fingertips stimulates his mind further than what he's expected to feel. His stiffy gets all twitchy, and the usual tense and ready-to-defend muscles relax. He instantly exhales when touched by you. Your hands are so skilled, you gently graze over all the sensitive spots he has and treat them with delicate consideration heightening his experience. The way your fingers caress the tip of his manhood trailing down the shaft, with a gentle kneading of his swollen, ready-to-burst balls is enough to get the most intense guttural groans ever known out of him.
You create such sensual atmospheres for him that he's taken aback. Incense or aroma diffusers, slow jams playing at a low volume in the back, you bought these twinkling lights for a dreamy effect, and after a while they leave him charmed to say the least.
This goes without saying but he loves to watch you stretch. It's a reminder of the limits he can set on your body since you prep every day. He's eager to see which way you'll bend for him just to get to that right spot. Arch perfectly sloped, HAMMERTIME. Sucking him off while doing a bridge, how many kids you want? Or something as simple as tucking your legs behind your head? You're in trouble for the rest of the night!
The worst of it all is you introducing him to Kamasutra... You told him you want to do every position. No matter how weird or uncomfortable it might be and man, you wore this man out one night in particular. It's the first time during sex that he's ever tapped out and you paid for it in the next sex session lol
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SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 10) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER
aaaaaaand chapter ten!! wow, can't believe i've actually been keeping this up for two months already!
previous chapter is here
next chapter is here
masterpost is here
tagging @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia @maiawhimsicalt and @sweet-star-cookie!
“Mom!” Gemini shouted, cutting Cassie off. “Bye, Capricorn, I’m gonna go see Virgo!”
And with that, she took off. Ophiuchus and Capricorn sighed in unison, Capricorn making a hand movement that said ‘follow her’. Ophiuchus nodded in agreement, and she gestured for Cassie to come along.
They found Gemini in animated conversation with a green-haired woman, dressed in a silver evening gown. Virgo.
"Cassie, meet my mom!" Gemini grabbed Cassie's hands and spun her around to look Virgo in the eye.
"Hi!" Cassie said first this time, sticking out her hand. Virgo smiled warmly, shaking her hand.
"Wonderful to finally meet you, Cassie." Virgo smoothed out a crease in Cassie's cape. "I hope you enjoy this simple soirée Capricorn has put together."
Gemini snorted at that. "Simple? This is probably one of her biggest ones yet."
"Ah, you know Capricorn," Virgo said, waving her hand. "She's always trying to outdo herself."
"Mother, Gemini," A new voice said, coming nearer. "Got us some pastries, the really good ones—oh. The newcomer."
Cassie turned around hesitantly, coming face-to-face with a tall, muscled man with curly brown hair, wearing a dark red suit. His eyes were partially obscured by dark sunglasses, and they were scrunched up in what looked like disdain.
Gemini laughed nervously. "Cassie, this is my big brother...Aries. Say hi, Ari."
Aries stared at Cassie for a moment, then huffed and gave her a terse nod.
Cassie was reminded of her own Aries, and how different he and this Aries seemed to be. Her Aries was a bit more...twitchy, a bit more aggressive. This one was more silent, more judgemental.
"Not a lot of people came this time," Gemini said, taking one of the pastries that Aries had brought over. "Less than half of us came. I thought Libra was going to attend, though?"
"She had to cancel on short notice. The demons in the realm are becoming restless." Virgo sipped at her wine glass. "It's an unfortunate happenstance for all of us."
"Nobody interesting came to this ball," Aries grumbled. "Not even Father or Scorpio."
Gemini elbowed her brother. "You're just salty that Sagittarius didn't come. Somebody misses their crush?" This question was accompanied with smooching sound effects.
Aries grunted. "Shut it."
"Oh, this is a really good piece," Ophiuchus said as the orchestra began once more, shifting into a slower, deeper musical tone. She reached her hand out to Gemini. "C'mon, let's dance!"
"I've played this piece too many times on the piano already," Gemini whined, but smiled. "You gonna join us, Cassie?"
"Oh, I don't have much practice dancing." Cassie smiled sheepishly.
"Watch us, then you can try. C'mon!" Gemini ran off with Ophiuchus, towards the dance floor.
"Okay! I'm coming!" Gemini waved goodbye to Aries and Virgo before running after Gemini and Ophiuchus.
Gemini and Ophiuchus stepped carefully around on the dancefloor, spinning in a circle with barely any steps; it could've been performed on a pie plate. Other pairs nearby were doing the same small, delicate dance.
"This is shit," Gemini whispered out of the corner out of her mouth, causing Cassie to giggle a bit. "So slow."
"Just wait..." Ophiuchus murmured back. "Wait for the crescendo."
And then the music began to swell, began to surge, began to rise. Ophiuchus' and Gemini's movements started to spread out more, they began to step faster and step farther apart. Ophiuchus twirled Gemini in a circle, Gemini leaned close to Ophiuchus' body and then pulled away, both of them in time to the music.
Cassie watched them in awe, watched them how the two of them worked together in tandem, watched how for every movement Ophiuchus made, Gemini made another.
The piece ended with a flourish, and Ophiuchus dipped Gemini down low. The two of them remained there for a moment before Gemini leaned up and pecked Ophiuchus on the lips.
"That was so cool!" Cassie said. "Could you teach me how to dance?"
"Of course." Ophiuchus placed a hand on Cassie's shoulder and another on her back. The orchestra began another piece, this one faster and a bit more lively.
"This is how to do a simple waltz," Ophiuchus said over the music. "Just follow my lead, okay?"
Cassie nodded, letting Ophiuchus guide her across the dancefloor.
"Step back with your right foot. Now, move your left foot sideways to the left, yes, that's exactly it." Ophiuchus said gently as the two of them stepped back and forth. "Take your right foot to your left foot, then take a step forward with your left foot. Move back a bit, to the right. Then, you close your left foot to your right foot."
Cassie and Ophiuchus repeated these steps for a bit, and Cassie smiled up at the constellation. "Hey, it's not that bad!"
"Rather easy, once you get the hang of it, isn't it?"
Nearby, Gemini and Pegasus were doing what looked like a highly exaggerated version of the tango, both of them laughing.
"Peggy, you stepped on my foot!"
"Sorry! This would be easier if you weren't so short!"
"Wha—hey! I'm not that short!"
Cassie giggled at their bickering, and soon Ophiuchus joined in as well. Gemini made a pouty face at the two of them, which caused them to laugh even more.
The group's laughter was abruptly cut short when two women approached them. One of them had black hair tied back in a severe bun, and strikingly orange eyes. The other had long dark brown hair tumbling around her shoulders, and warm brown eyes. This one also had two bear ears poking out of the top of her head.
"Ara. Ursa Major." Pegasus nodded her head towards them. "How are you this evening?"
"Advisors to Aries and Virgo," Ophiuchus whispered to Cassie for the girl's benefit. "Two of the most powerful ones, too."
"Fine," Ara said bluntly. She had on a black face mask with gray markings like that of a tiger's. Her black and red lace dress swished around her as she talked. "There's a problem. We need your assistance."
"Shadows are gathering at the palace gates," Ursa Major said. She had a dark pink veil covering the lower half of her face, and her silk dress was dripping with jewels and beads. "We need every hand on deck to help...drive them out, before they break in and cause havoc."
Pegasus nodded curtly. "Understood. I didn't bring my rifle though—?"
Ara removed a small pistol from a pocket within her dress and tossed it to Pegasus. "This should suffice. Ammo is located in the downstairs lockers."
Pegasus caught it with one hand. "Very well. And your own weapons?"
"Already taken care of." Ursa Major whipped out two curved swords from the folds of her dress. Ara threw out four tiny throwing knives, which snapped out into four larger, floating blades.
"Why are you bringing weapons into a ball?" Gemini asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just in case the wrong person brings weapons into the ball," Ara responded cryptically, and then gestured for Pegasus to follow them. "Shouldn't take more than an hour or so. The other advisors present are also helping to dispatch the shadows."
Pegasus' brows furrowed, and Ara picked up on her unease. "Please put aside your grudge with your brother—"
"Half-brother." Pegasus interrupted.
"Half brother, for the duration of this fight. You know as well as I that you two make a phenomenal team when in combat. When it is over, you may go back to hating him in peace."
Pegasus' fist clenched around the pistol, and Cassie was afraid for a split second that the Constellation would turn violent, but then the woman's grip relaxed. "Alright. Fine."
"I should go too," Ophiuchus said suddenly, and Asclepius wriggled up and down her shoulders in anticipation. "I have a talent with shadow demons."
"And me!" Gemini shouted, hand grabbing at the necklace around her neck. She ripped the bar-shaped pendant off its cord, and it began to grow into a tall, gilded staff. "I'm not letting you get hurt—not again."
"No. You stay here." Ophiuchus rested her hand on top of Gemini's. "The people will start to panic if a Zodiac goes missing without warning."
"Agreed." Pegasus wrenched the staff out of Gemini's hands and it shrank back to its original pendant size. "And if this is a serious threat, we need you out of harm's way."
Gemini took the offered pendant back, attaching it back to her necklace. She looked at her advisor, then her lover, and then sighed. "Okay. Go."
Ara nodded. "Very well. Both of you, follow me."
The women departed, and Cassie was left with a very dejected Gemini. The Zodiac made her way to the floor-to-ceiling windows, peering down at the sights below.
The windows offered a perfect view of the courtyard, where the two of them could see exactly what was going on. Tall, wispy black figures began lumbering into the palace grounds. Each of them had a bright purple core somewhere on their bodies. They also didn't seem to have arms, but long tendrils that grew and grew, grabbing at anything they could.
"What are they...?" Cassie asked, her voice a bare whisper.
"Shadow demons." If looks could kill, all of the creatures in the courtyard could have been obliterated by Gemini's gaze. "Little bastards. There's a higher concentration of them in Capricorn's kingdom, but they've never been bold enough to do this."
Muffled shouts were barely audible from the glass, and Cassie could see the advisors of the Zodiacs rush out of the palace doors to take on the shadow demons.
Corvus was flying over the taller demons, diving down and dropping something—a golden crown?—over their cores. As soon as the gold touched the cores, the demons immediately calmed. The crow constellation then flew back and forth, herding the pacified demons to another location.
Nearby her, Pegasus was firing bullets into smaller demons' cores, slowing them down. The cores flickered, and the demons screamed in what was presumably pain. Then vines erupted from the dirt beneath them and crushed the life out of the demons, their cores breaking and their nebulous bodies dissipating. Taurus' advisor—Pavo—snapped his fingers and the vines retreated back into the ground.
Pegasus, apparently, was not pleased with Pavo's handiwork and began shouting at him. Pavo began shouting back, their words completely muted by the glass. Neither of them noticed the shadow demon beginning to creep up on them—and for a second, Cassie's heart twisted with worry.
And then Ara vaulted over the both of them, her floating blades slicing the demon's core cleanly in half. The two core halves fell to the ground, and now she began shouting at both of them, probably telling them to stop infighting and pay attention.
"Wow," A small voice said from somewhere near Cassie's midsection. "They're so cool."
Cassie looked around. Gemini had left. Over at her side, there was a small boy watching the scene outside the window intently. He smiled up at her. "Hello! I'm Ursa Minor, what's your name?"
"I'm Cassie," Cassie said, looking at the child, wondering why such a young kid was allowed to wander around a crowded ball. Where are his parents?
Ursa Minor pointed to a small figure in the fray. "That's my big sister! Ursa Major! She's so cool. She kicks all the demons' butts!"
Ah. That explains it. Cassie could see the sibling resemblance, in the kid's eyes and hair and bear ears. Her Ursa Major and Ursa Minor were actual bears. In fact, they were some of the first spirits she had ever encountered.
"Yeah, she is really cool," Cassie said as the two of them watched Ursa Major hack through shadow demons with ease. Beside her, Asclepius had grown to an enormous size and Ophiuchus was riding on their back. The snake bit down on shadow demons' cores, shattering them.
"Minora!" Someone shouted, running towards them.
The someone was a short, green haired person with a turtle shell on their back. Behind them, a man with long, navy hair and a silver suit was awkwardly speed walking after them, trying to not spill his cocktail.
"Minora, there you are!" The green haired person said, scolding Ursa Minor. "What have I told you about bothering strangers?"
"But she's watching api fight!" Ursa Minor protested as the person picked him up. "She thinks that api's cool too!"
The person sighed, and looked up at Cassie. "Sorry about him. He's a handful. I'm Scutum, by the way. And you must be..." They peered at the bright blue star inside Cassie's eye. "The stranger that everyone is talking about."
"Aha. Yep. That's me." Cassie awkwardly rubbed at the eye containing the Starglass. So this is the Scutum in Ciara's Astral Plane? They're...a turtle. Well, I guess it makes sense that they're a turtle—turtles do have shells like a shield.
"Jesus, Scutum, chill out," The man said, finally catching up to Scutum. "It's not like the kid's gonna cause any damage.
“He was bothering Gemini’s guest,” Scutum huffed. “Wanted to watch his big sister fight.”
“He wasn’t a bother,” Cassie quickly said. “He’s very cute.”
“See? No problems caused.” The man turned to Cassie. “I’m Indus. This twitchy guy over here is my partner.
“I’m twitchy because we both should be down there.” Scutum rolled their eyes. “You know both of us are the most skilled at taking out shadows.”
“You need to rest.” Indus placed his hand on Scutum’s shoulder, sipping at his cocktail. “You broke five ribs trying to take on ten shadows at once.”
“I got the job done, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but that’s not the point—“
“You two are experts in shadow demons?” Cassie asked. “Could you maybe explain to me what they are and why they’re so dangerous?”
"Of course," Scutum said, hefting Ursa Minor in their arms. "In this world, 'demon' refers to any entity fully created from nature and the elements. They are not necessarily good or evil—rather function as any force of nature."
"There are many types of demons, but shadow demons are some of the most powerful." Indus said as Scutum paused in their talk to let Ursa Minor down to the ground. "And recently, they've become more restless, more aggressive. Demons reflect the state of nature, and their new behavior means that something in the natural forces has been thrown out of balance."
"Nothing good will come out of this," Indus finished quietly. "This is an omen. And all we can do is try and delay the inevitable."
Cassie looked down at the scene beneath her. There were only a few demons left, and the ones remaining began to flee the palace grounds.
She began to think that this world wasn't quite what she thought it was.
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A Weird and Wonderful Fruit
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: Galadriel/Haleth/Melian
Summary: Haleth was told to stay out of the woods of Doriath. Haleth decided not to listen. Haleth finds herself in strange positions in the darkness of the woods... Rated E!
De-anon from this kink meme prompt
My headcanon for Haleth’s body type is like this.
AO3 | Pillowfort
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King Thingol and Queen Melian had told her to stay out of the woods of Doriath. Nominally, Haleth recognized a good bargain when she saw one—with Doriath at her back, her people only had to focus on defending their front, and they had no reason to want to delve into Elvish mysteries. However, avoiding any shortcuts through the woods did at times add a fair amount of travel time onto excursions up north, which was inconvenient. Haleth did not care for impractical inconveniences.
It was early afternoon when she redirected her returning hunting party to cut through Doriath.
They weren’t scouting, they weren’t looking for anything—but they were accustomed to giving the woods a decent breadth, even when it added length to their journeys, and why ought they? Thingol and Melian were—if not allies with all attendant responsibilities—at least friendly to the Haladin. Why should such a minor trespass cause issue?
It had been early afternoon when they first passed under the eaves of the woods—it was no longer afternoon.
Haleth had entered the shadow of the trees with a party of twelve—there were no longer twelve at her back.
“The hour’s gotten late,” murmured Enid at her side.
“Has it?” another hunter turned his face up to where the sky should have been. “I thought it was just…” Dark.
The air hung heavily between the trees, stirring like great, wet breaths. Haleth was not a twitchy woman by any means, but she began to jerk her head to the sounds of scurrying and scuttling around them, her hands repeatedly going for her spear or her blade, only to grasp on empty air when she realized she was overreacting.
If there was any sunlight left in the day, it did not penetrate to the forest floor where they crept along.
The horses were having an even worse time; Haleth had never had so much balk from this mount as trying to coax him through the woods. She was almost certain if she’d dismounted and let go of him, he’d have sprinted to his death quite a while back.
As she and her depleted group paused—a couple of her men shouting into the darkness for those who had either wandered off or otherwise vanished—she had the most disconcerting sense of hearing the rapid patter of footsteps—overhead. Tilting her head back, she glared into the darkness of the tree canopy, but she saw nothing.
“Enid,” she said. “Did you…”
Enid was gone. The others were gone.
Haleth was alone.
“Fire and damnation,” she swore, with a good number of other curses to boot, an outburst that was the last straw for her poor strung out horse. He reared up and took off, sending Haleth’s bulk crashing to the earth. She landed heavily, twisting to brace herself with her arms on her side, to avoid landing flat on her back. A stone dug into her unarmored shin and she swore again, yelling uselessly after the horse, who had disappeared into the misty gloom.
The sound of footsteps again, far above her head, and Haleth’s ears tricking her with the sound of whispers. This place was making her paranoid.
She pushed up to her feet—cursing again when she remembered the fruits of her hunt were now gone with her horse—and took worthless stock of the situation. Trying to figure out where she was now was as useless as it had been for the last several hours—assuming they had in fact been in the forest for hours, and not minutes, or days. She had no sense of which direction hid the nearest edge of the trees and retracing their steps had ended with her standing right where she was.
“Bloody Elves,” she growled, and began to beat her way through the underbrush. One thing was for certain: staying in place wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
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It was definitely nighttime. The sounds of the forest—which never ceased—had changed and the murky air had darkened, she was sure of it. The air had grown cooler, but not as cool as Haleth thought it must be outside the shelter of the trees. Sweat still pooled under her arms and at the back of her neck. A bush branch had snapped back into her face and cut her across the cheek in a nasty, wet gouge.
Worse, she could hear singing.
Maybe all the Elves were mad from living in the forest, and that’s why they were all so odd. Haleth tried to ignore the faint song, but as she bushwhacked forward, it only grew louder: two voices twining together in the mirk, one a high note that carried most of the melody, the other a slightly lower, stronger tone that wove in and out of the higher song.
She must have reached a new part of the forest; the branches in front of her now swayed with weighty fruit in tempting colors; shiny, swollen berries and things she couldn’t identify that were all too available and made her remember how long it had been since lunch.
“It isn’t real,” Haleth murmured to herself as she pushed onwards, ignoring the round, bright fruit swinging in her face, which was probably made you bleed out the eyeballs if you ate it or some other equally pleasant thing. “It isn’t real. It’s your mind playing tricks.” Though Haleth had never heard singing quite like that, so she would have to commend her imagination, which had hitherto proven unremarkable.
She thrust her way into a clearing, following the trickling sound of water and stumbled abruptly onto the first humanoids she had seen since the rest of her party dissipated into thin air. Both Elves turned quickly towards her, ceasing their song at once, and Haleth, not easily cowed, had to fight the urge to take a step back. The sudden quiet hit her like a slap.
As always, their ages were indeterminate. One was a lithesome blonde who Haleth would have taken for a female. She was dressed finely in white and green and knelt beside a taller companion with sleek black hair and dark, almond-shaped eyes. At first blush, Haleth had believed them both Elves, but as the dark-haired woman rose, Haleth perceived power radiating off of her. Not threatening, but neither tamed in any sense. Moreover, while all Elves were tall, this dark-haired woman reached further than Haleth had seen from any humanoid. But what did Haleth truly know of Elves?
The blonde warbled something to her companion that Haleth did not understand and the taller woman responded in a low, methodical voice. With grace, the blonde rose to her feet and began to glide across the clearing towards Haleth, her bare white feet skimming through the untidy grass. Haleth was rooted to the spot.
Moonlight reached through a gap in the tree canopy over this spot, illuminating the blonde Elf’s delicate features and the ocean blue of her eyes, burning as though she saw in Haleth the end to some long-awaited goal. Her jaw was well-defined, her cheekbones high and sharp, her chin comely. Her ears, around which her thick tresses parted, curved and pointed in that way particular to Elves.
Before she could form a coherent thought, the Elf’s hand was on her cheek, and Haleth reflexively shoved her back, generally opposed to uninvited touching from strangers and more than a little tense with nerves. It wasn’t a light push—Haleth instantly regretted it, expecting to see the slender Elf bowled over backwards, but while she did stagger back, she kept her footing. Not only did she not go down, she came at Haleth again and placed her hands against Haleth’s shoulders.
Whatever Haleth expected from the lovely Elf-maid, it wasn’t to be shoved.
As Haleth had not restrained herself, neither did the Elf. Haleth would have looked at those skinny, soft arms and laughed at the notion this Elf could do her harm. Oh, she had seen some impressive action from the forces of Lord Caranthir in Thargelion, but those were all trained soldiers, men and women alike—not the willowy forest sprite who stood before her now. But the Elf pushed and Haleth had to take several steps back to keep herself from falling right on her ass.
She had a thought then that this Elf was rather rude, but the white hand was on her sun-worn cheek again, rubbing the thumb against the cut that Haleth had just remembered she had. Then, the dark-haired Elf was there, her hand over the blonde’s, and Haleth made to protest at this, which was really too much, but she realized the stinging in her cheek was fading. As this came to her, the taller Elf stepped back and the blonde looked towards again towards the other woman, whose glossy black hair fell down to her knees but hung in a neat curtain, not a hair out of place that Haleth could see.
An expert in Elven politics and societal niceties Haleth was not, but even she could see the deferential way the blonde treated the other Elf and she hazarded a guess the dark-haired woman was the elder of the two.
They shared a long look, and then the blonde turned back to Haleth, and her hands were on Haleth’s leather pauldrons, and then on her chest, and Haleth could smell honeysuckle and fresh cut grass on her and see the dark spokes of her irises in the silver light. She blinked and her armor was hitting the ground and the Elf-maid’s face was tilted down towards her and the excitement that thrilled in Haleth’s stomach made her muscles clench in anticipation.
The Elves were on her.
There was mist in the clearing, a low fog descending, and Haleth was on her back. There was the language she didn’t understand and the blonde Elf’s hands skimming up the front of Haleth’s tunic, delicate fingers wrapping over her heavy breasts through the fabric. Heat was burning through her; desire was lit in her; it was both like and utterly unlike the trysts of her youth. Elves! Elves!
The younger (presumably) Elf’s hair was radiant silver-gold in the moonlight, soft and thick and falling loose around her exposed shoulders. About her crown were woven small pink flowers; one fell loose as she leaned over, and landed on Haleth’s chest. Those sharp blue eyes, studying her face. The Elf was nearer. Her soft mouth seemed in a slight moue of focus. Haleth’s lips parted without thinking; the sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
But she was not kissed.
The blonde looked up at her star-eyed companion and more words passed between them, and then she began to draw away. The older Elf raised a hand and Haleth saw an opening part clearly in the flora ringing the clearing. Were they asking her to leave? But the blonde was withdrawing slowly, cautiously, still watching Haleth’s face—no, perhaps they weren’t asking her to leave—perhaps they were inviting her to leave.
Well, to hell with that!
Haleth reached up with one broad hand and grasped the back of the blonde Elf’s head, pulling her down to press her chapped lips against that full pink mouth. There was a startled sort of sound in the Elf’s throat, and then something else lower in her chest, and she sank back down against Haleth, her weight hardly more than a snug winter quilt. Distantly, Haleth heard a sound of possible amusement from the other Elf and the moonlight seemed suddenly brighter.
The blonde’s slender hips rocked against Haleth’s and she gripped the Elf’s thighs, tight enough she’d have worried about bruising a Mannish woman, but there was not so much as a hint of discomfort from this one. Her hands were busy fussing with Haleth’s clothes and when she began baring skin, Haleth didn’t even think to worry about the temperature.
She ached to be touched, but Elves, as bloody always, were content to take their sweet, immortal time. The blonde was busy nuzzling at Haleth’s neck when Haleth took one of her spindly hands and moved it pointedly between Haleth’s legs. The Elf lifted her head with a look almost affronted, at which Haleth couldn’t help but laugh. She was the one who had started all this! …wasn’t she?
Suddenly, Haleth realized she couldn’t quite recall how she’d ended up in the grass.
But that seemed of lesser importance when the blonde was shifting back onto the grass to kneel between Haleth’s legs. The dark-haired one was behind her then, drawing Haleth up against her, cool hands taking the place of the blonde’s against Haleth’s breasts. With greater skill she massaged and tweaked at Haleth’s nipples, until the Man gasped, and was fully convinced this Elf was the older of the pair. More experience.
They were looking at each other over Haleth’s shoulder and she almost had time to be somewhat annoyed about this, but then the younger Elf’s hands were moving up her inner thighs and suddenly she decided she didn’t much care if they were talking about her. Particularly when the blonde pinched her leg and Haleth gasped and shuddered, drawing the first of something like a smile from the younger Elf. The fingers of the dark-haired one were roaming over her ribs until the hands of the Elves met at her hips and she lifted the blonde’s hand up and past Haleth’s shoulder, doing something that made her younger companion shiver. She withdrew her hand, kissed her own fingers, and promptly slid them between Haleth’s folds, dripping with arousal.
She couldn’t help the way she squirmed towards the Elf’s touch, particularly when she seemed prepared to go on teasing Haleth here as well.
“Oh, come on,” Haleth gasped, spreading her legs further apart. “I need more than that!”
A lifting of the blue eyes up over Haleth’s head again, and then she felt first one, then another finger easing into her cunt and she groaned. The older Elf squeezed her ample breasts and Haleth found herself delightfully pinned between their hands. For one wild, youthful moment, she thought of the women of her past she’d have loved to tell of this! The blonde smirked and while Haleth hardly considered herself an authority on Elvish expressions, she’d have called that look smug. This Elf-maid was pleased with herself.
If only she’d get on with pleasing Haleth too!
Just as she was about to give her some more encouragement, the blonde began to move her fingers and Haleth’s head fell back with a grateful moan. Everything else faded away—the moist grass underneath her, the rustle of the leaves, the fear of being lost, the anxiety for her missing followers—all she knew and felt was the thrust of Elven fingers in and out of her cunt, the ghost and squeeze and scrape of Elven nails against her breasts, her neck, her belly.
Everything in her began to grow taut and Haleth bit back a curse as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, once again unable to resist writhing on the blonde’s fingers—there were three now coated in Haleth’s fluid. She was close, she could feel the promise of that peak of pleasure building in her core. She reached down to finger her clit, but the Elf knocked her hand away, taking up that job herself as well.
“Well I won’t stop you,” Haleth panted, eyes shut, twitching with something less than dignity between the two Elves. The tightness in her body was nearing a breaking point, but Haleth wasn’t quite ready to let go and be done with this experience; she beat back her orgasm, holding it at bay, moaning to be fucked and stroked by Elvish fingers.
The dark-haired Elf whispered something near Haleth’s ear and pinched her right nipple, and the blonde gave a few sharp thrusts of her fingers in quick succession and then Haleth was climaxing whether she was ready to be done or not, cries ripping unabashed from her throat as she shook between the women, muscles spasming, her mind blank of anything but oh fuck, oh fuck, more, more, more, please!
As she sank down from her high, her eyes refocused on the blonde Elf watching her. The slender thing began to draw away, but Haleth was not one to be an ungrateful lover and she sat up, reaching to pull the Elf back once again.
“What, nothing for you?” she said when she’d caught her by her narrow waist. She began to grope for the hem of the Elf’s skirts. The blonde snapped her attention up to the one behind her, but if she was seeking some answer, she didn’t seem to get it before Haleth managed to get her hands under the younger Elf’s dress and trace a path up her soft thighs.
The Elf did not fight her there, and while Elves were subtler about most things, Haleth had an eye for particulars and she could see the way the blonde shivered and her eyes dilated when one of Haleth’s calloused hands pressed to the damp front of her underthings.
She allowed it when Haleth lay back, pulling her, undershorts discarded, to come straddle Haleth’s hips again. She drew her down into a kiss, which was surprisingly soft considering how this Elf had just ravished her. Amused, she nipped at the blonde’s lip and was rewarded with a jerk of Elvish hips against her lap. Oh, she was worked up alright—Haleth had no doubt if she’d let her wander off it would’ve been her own hand in place of Haleth’s later on in the night.
“That’s it, you like that, don’t you?” Haleth crooned, finding some vestiges of her voice again now that she wasn’t mindless with the need for a fuck. The dark-haired Elf appeared behind her blonde companion and drew the younger Elf back into her arms, stroking that spun gold hair, murmuring something soothing to her. Were they a couple, Haleth wondered? Or master and apprentice of some kind?
When the older Elf’s hands retreated some, Haleth gave another tug on the blonde. She didn’t fight this time either, though Haleth saw those deep blue eyes go wide with shock when Haleth pulled her up to kneel over Haleth’s head.
“What, Elves don’t do this?” she asked, sweeping the blonde’s skirts out of the way until she had free access to the blonde’s flushed, pungent cunt. “Come here, sweetheart.” She grasped the blonde’s hips and urged her down until she could press her mouth between the tight blond curls at the apex of her thighs. A trembling moan sounded from above Haleth and she grinned against the Elf’s hot, wet flesh, closed her eyes, and put her tongue to better use than talking. Haleth had never been an eloquent speaker—but she’d been told she was decent at this.
She lapped enthusiastically at the Elf’s clit and the poor thing must not have been far to start, for it was only moments before she was crying out regularly. She fell forward, hands twisting in the grass just above Haleth��s head, and ground her hips against Haleth’s mouth with such desperate need that Haleth couldn’t be inconvenienced by it. She was gasping something in Elvish, and sounded on the verge of tears, and while Haleth had no idea what she was saying, she knew that tone quite well.
Haleth felt motion over her and guessed the dark-haired Elf had chosen to straddle her to stay close to the blonde, whose legs quivered against Haleth’s ears.
She didn’t know how much Elvish biology differed from Men, but if this Elf had been a woman of the Haladin, Haleth would have said she would have to finish soon. Some things must not have been terribly different, for Haleth gave a few additional nibbles and sucks as she pressed two fingers into the Elf’s cunt and suddenly the blonde was wild with spasms, falling backwards against her companion, wailing. Her orgasm seemed to go on! Perhaps that was different—and Haleth couldn’t help but feel slightly envious.
The blonde, seemingly not yet over the ordeal of pleasure, slumped into the arms of her companion, who lifted her off Haleth and laid her out on the grass nearby, still twitching and moaning.
“I’m going to give myself credit for that,” Haleth said, wiping her mouth as she sat up. The older Elf was stroking the blonde’s hair gently, but she turned to Haleth as she spoke. Haleth had the uneasy sense again that there was a difference between these two Elves. In fact, she was quite sure this dark-haired one had been brown-eyed when she first entered the clearing, but those heavy-lidded eyes now looked more silver than brown.
Had they always been silver? When had Haleth first entered this clearing? And from which direction?
A smile pulled at the corner of the older Elf’s mouth. She let her charge lie carefully on the grass and then came at Haleth. Wariness, heretofore abandoned, sprang up again in Haleth and she tensed, but the Elf only bowed her head and pressed a cool, open-mouthed kiss to Haleth’s lips, still slick with the discharge of her companion—who, for the record, was a squirter. Haleth closed her eyes, tasting the sweetness of the dark-haired Elf’s kiss, waiting to see what this one had in mind.
Haleth was dressed and looking out at the edge of the wood.
Haleth was—wait.
Haleth was dressed?
Haleth was no longer lost?
Where was—?
She whipped around, startled by the spear in her hand and the helmet on her head. A full moon beamed down on the open fields ahead and at her back was the darkness of the forest.
“Haleth!” Enid was running heavily towards her, leather armor jiggling with the motion. There was a cluster of others a few yards from the forest edge. “Haleth!”
Blinking stupidly, Haleth watched Enid approach.
“You’re back!” Enid exclaimed.
“You’re back!” Haleth returned.
“Everyone else turned up hours ago,” Enid said. “We were just talking about going in to look for you.”
“Well I hope you weren’t in support of any fool plan of that sort,” Haleth said sharply. “Better to lose one than twelve!”
“We were worried something might have happened to you,” Enid said. “That you might’ve been captured by Elves or something. Lord Caranthir said the Wood-elves aren’t trustworthy. They’re dangerous.” Haleth snorted.
“I’ll take Lord Caranthir’s opinion into due consideration,” she said with a suppressed snort. “I don’t believe we face any threats from Elves today.”
“So you weren’t being tortured gruesomely while we had our discussion?” Enid asked, grinning. Haleth paused.
“No, no torture,” she allowed. “Not today.”
“Good. Let’s get home then. The horses haven’t returned and I’m looking forward to bed.” With that, Haleth couldn’t disagree. She stepped out of the forest eaves and followed her women. They still had a decent walk back to get home.
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