#I'm so soft for Andy in space

[druckkugelschreiber]

I know I said in this post that Andy wouldn't go to space, but like the idea of her in space is so much fun.

Her first time on a spaceship everytime it groans Andy is convinced it'll fall apart and she's terrified. She won't show it naturally, she'll complain about this rickety 'height of human engineering' and how it's worse than the first planes and generally the wors thing humanity ever came up with.

She'll sleep close to the escape pods, cause dying over and over in the frozen void of space is not on her todo list. Also, she will complain about escape pods cause "oh great then I can starve over and over on a god forsaken planet!" but she'll still stick close to them anyway.

Will probably complain about spacesuits being uncomfortable, bulky or something else (or all of them together).

If the artificial gravity fails she will complain until there's no tomorrow but also will greatly enjoy it and just mess around like the little gremlin she is (while complaining).

The first time she doesn't complain is when she gets to see the beauties of space, earth from orbit, nebulas and all that really pretty shit. She gets quiet and there's this awe in her eyes and she realises space is so big she might never get to explore all of it even with her immortal lifetime and so there's suddenly this vastness, this new thing, this hope to her. Something she can't run out of.

She complains less after that happens... until she realises fake space coffee tastes like shit and then she's right back to complaining.

And another thing Andy realises after a long while in space is that she gets homesick for earth. After being there for millenia, knowing every corner, she misses knowing every corner. It gives her a whole new appreciation for everything.

#I'm so soft for Andy in space #the image of her seeing the wonders of space for the first time is so vivid in my mind I wish I could draw it like I see it #space might cure Andy's depression #andromache the scythian #I've got another couple of ideas about her in space #maybe I should make a andy in space tag #god I just thought I accidentally deleted it #nope just posted it lol #the old guard #this post is sponsored by me watching a starfield lets play #and not writing anything #so I have time to ruminate #and gather ideas

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 24

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Two in a row?!

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The dullness of the home renovation show does little to combat your fatigue. You watch the drilling and trimming and plastering from behind a glossy curtain, yawning and swaying against Andy. You really just want to go lay down but you don't have the courage to insist on it.

Your eyes roll back only for you to snap your head forward, forcing yourself awake. Several times you feel yourself start to slump to one side. You don't know how much longer you can stay awake.

You feel the air in your nose clog and a rumble in your throat. You're too far gone to catch yourself as you succumb to your exhaustion. You sink into the fuzzy abyss, welcoming the rest for your mind and body.

You sleep without thought, without dreams, or worries. The deep blackness that blurs time and space, the very concept of your existence fading into the void. You forget everything for the dulcet comfort of unconsciousness.

You feel something on your arm. A long, soft caress. It's almost soothing, so subtle and gentle that you're not sure it's real. You moan and sniff through your dry nose.

"Amber?" You murmur, "I'll get up in a minute."

The hand squeezes and you curl your shoulders forward. You're too tired. You just want to sleep forever. You murmur as the touch descends to your elbow and the hand slips down to your stomach, spreading there.

It is much too big to be Amber. And why would she be in the bed with you? Against you? You feel the warmth radiating along your back.

You open your eyes as you're drawn into a stolid embrace. You look down and see the freckled arm around you. Oh. What do you do?

You feel his breath behind your ear, fanning up your scalp. You've never been this close to anyone. Especially a man.

"Andy," you squeak. "Andy…" you grab his wrist as your chest squeezes with panic. He needs to let you go!

"Hmph," he grumbles groggily.

You don't care if he's sleeping. He's touching you. He's got you trapped! You don't like this. You need to get away.

You need to sleep on your own. You need space. You need to be alone!

"Andy!" You squeal and dig your nails in as he hugs you tighter, "get off!"

You writhe as your voice piques. You flail as he keeps a hold of you. He shifts but doesn't let you go. You throw your elbow up and twist around, the impact cracking hard as you're released at once. 

You hit the floor as Andy grips his cheek and grunts. You gasp as you realise what you've done. Oh no! You never meant to hurt him.

"Ow," he hides his face behind his hand, "dove…"

"I'm s-sorry," you stutter, dizzily getting your feet under you, "I didn't mean to–"

You step forward as he peeks out between his fingers. The hurt in his eyes gives you pause and you wince. Oh god! 

"S-s-sorry!" You clap your hands against your cheeks and spin, "I'm sorry! Please! Don't be mad–"

You run without looking, without thinking. You hit the edge of the couch as you race frantically out of the room. You stumble up the stairs, not looking back as you fear he might be after you. That you may have just pushed him too far. But you deserve it, don't you? You hit him first.

You burst into the guest room and scramble to lock the handle. There is no mechanism. Shaky and terrified, you get on the other side of the dresser and push it with your shoulder. It scrapes over the floor until you have it across the door.

You slide down and curl yourself into a ball on the other side, heart beating wildly. No, no, no. Stay out. Stay out!

You can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and his barely repressed groans. There's a tap on the other side of the door before the handle turns and the dresser lurches but doesn't give. You whimper and cover your head.

You remember the way the chair leg smacked against your head, how the blows came down over and over, on every part of you. You remember how it left your breaths rattly and your bones screaming. You remember how Amber held you and told you it would be okay.

Where is she? You want her there to promise you that you're safe. You left her behind. 

"Dove, please, let me in," Andy says from the other side.

You don't say a word. You gulp as tears spring up. You don't want to remember. Stop!

"Dove, please, I'm not mad," there's friction on the door, "let's talk. What happened?"

You shake your head and ball yourself up tighter.

"Why did you hit me?" He lowers his voice.

You let out a sob. You don't know why. You didn't mean to. It never matters what you meant, it only matters that you're wrong.

"Dove," his voice rises again, "you can't just close me out."

You have no answer for him as you tremble in a heap, trapped between the past and present, paralysed for what's to come. 

"Aren't you going to apologize?" He scoffs.

You have no words, no strength, you have nothing but fear. 

He hits the door and you yelp, "Dove! Answer me." He snarls, "this is my house."

But he touched you. He was touching you! No, how can you be wrong? If he was touching you?

You're confused. It was an accident and yet you feel guilty. But Amber always says you should protect yourself. So why do you feel so rotten?

He huffs and clucks, "I can wait."

You open your eyes and slow drag your arms down, folding them across your chest. You wait and listen. He doesn't retreat right away, no he lurks outside and for a moment you think he's going to stay there until you come out. When at last his footfalls pad away, you're not relieved.

Eventually, you're going to have to leave that room. 

🕊️

Eventually comes in the form of your throbbing bladder. You stand at the door, facing the inevitable, dreading the outside. You shift the dresser inch by inch, trying not to make a noise. You move it only enough to fit through the door.

You peek into the hallway and hold your breath. The evening has come and the house is dark. You creep out, hoping you've gone unheard. You've always been good at being unnoticed.

Until Andy.

You tiptoe over the carpet and glance down towards his door. Your chest twinges with guilt. You hope he's okay. You can only feel the force of your elbow hitting him. You can hear the impact repeating in your head.

You quickly flit into the bathroom and shut the door. You flip the lock up and stand in the dim space. You don't bother with the light switch as you do what you need to and turn the faucet on only halfway to wash your hands.

You take a breath as you face the door. Just a few steps across and you can hide away. You ease it open little by little and let it fall ajar as you see the shadow waiting for you outside. Andy reaches over to flip the overhead light on.

You chew your lip as your eyes sparkle with a sudden wash of tears. You teeter on your toes as the white bulb shines through the glass sconce and illuminates the darkening blemish under his right eye. You did that.

"Andy..." you eke out.

He looks at you, tight-lipped, his own eyes glistening. He takes a deep breath that makes his chest rise and fall. His jaw grits and cheek twitches. He puts his hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I told you..." you blubber.

He shows his palm, raising his hand as he drops his chin. A long exhale before he lifts his head again. He lets his shoulders fall.

"We need to talk," he says.

"I... know," you hang your head in defeat.

He gestures down the hall and you offer no resistance. You walk ahead of him, keeping your posture low, wanting to shield your head as you expect the worst. He points you down the stairs and follows your descent.

You enter the dining room at his direction and you sit at the table. He pulls out the chair across from you and lowers himself with a sigh. He pushes his hands up his cheeks and winces, leaning his weight on his elbows against the table.

"You hit me," he says staunchly.

You stare at the table, wilting as you bring your feet up onto the seat and hug your legs. You nod.

"I said sorry--"

"Dove," he intones, "you hurt me. And as much as I want an apology, I want it to mean something. I want you to understand what you're apologising for."

"I am so sorry," you bluster as you snap your head up, "really, Andy. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to. I would never-- I'm not a mean person."

"You didn't mean to but you did."

"I was confused. You were so close and--"

"You fell asleep. I was keeping you from falling off the couch," he hisses.

"Oh, uh, well, I... I didn't realise--"

"You keep making these excuses. I didn't want to... I didn't want to believe it but I spoke with Dr. Kemp while you were... hiding," he rolls his eyes, "and he agrees with me."

"What?" You heave, nearly choking on tears, "about what?"

"About you. About you're behaviour," he puts his hands down, folding them over the table. You watch the effort he puts into his next words, "about Amber. I didn't want to think about it, to possibly admit it but... she isn't the problem, honey."

"What does that mean?" You wipe your nose, "Andy, what are you saying?"

"Look at me, Dove," he leans in, emphasizing the blotch under his eye, "look what you did."

"But-- but--"

"You take. Everything. People around you give and give and give and they get nothing in return. It's exactly what you did to her. Dove, I want you to get help, but you have to realise, you're not a burden, you're a leech."

You lean back, chest heavy as it hollows shakily. You can barely breath. Why is he saying this?

"No, no, I'm not--"

"You are. You're not stupid so give it up. You know exactly what you've been doing," he insists. His tone is even and hard but not angry. "I know you're not stupid because you know how I feel about you. And you push me away and make me feel like the villain. I'm the bad guy because I love you? Because you made me feel something and I let myself feel it--"

"Love? Feel? Wh-what?"

"Stop pretending you don't know," he snaps, "dove, you just keep hurting me. Look at everything I've done for you. Why would I do all of this if I didn't love you?"

"You love me?" You croak.

"I do and look what you did to me," he waves his hand at his face, "you did this but I'm not going to give up on you."

You bury your face in your hands and cry. Every word is like a knife slicing through you. They always say the truth hurts the most.

"Dr. Kemp is going to help you. He's going to help both of us work through this--"

"I don't understand," you say through your fingers.

"I know you don't, so you need to trust me," he reaches across the table as you open your eyes and tear your hands away from your face, "I can forgive you, this one time. And that's because I love you. Because it would hurt more to let you go."

You shake your head and clutch at your hair, "no, no, no... I never... I didn't mean to hurt you..." you babble, "Andy," you gasp and hit the edge of the table with your hands, "do you mean I hurt Amber?"

He looks down and swallows tightly, "honey, you know what you did. You know it. You have to accept it if you're going to change."

You shudder as the world seems to shrink around you. You really are just as bad as you always thought. All those years in your little bubble, with Amber lying to you, telling you that you're not a monster. She took your abuse and you took everything from her. How could you be so horrible and not even know it?

"I... didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't... mean to," you chant through thick sobs, "no, I didn't mean to..."

"Shhh, dove," he stands and you make yourself even small in the chair.

You wince as he rounds the table and kneels beside you. He hushes you as he touches your arm, rubbing it gently as he coos at you. You quiet to a hiccuping heave and look at him.

"Are you going to try?" He asks.

You nod and gulp loudly.

"That's good, sweetie," he praises and reaches up to caress your cheek, "Dr. Kemp is going to see us tomorrow and we can do this together."

"Us? Both?" You murmur in confusion as he runs his fingers back down your arm and takes your hand.

"Couples therapy," he explains, "we have to work on our communication."

"Couple... what?" You squint at him, lashes fluttering.

"Come on, dove," he stands and pulls you to your feet, "I told you how I feel, are you going to keep hurting me by pretending you don't feel the same?"

Your lip trembles. Do you feel the same? You don't know. You've never really known. You're just afraid and lost and confused. You don't want to be a bad person.

"You feel bad, don't you? For hitting me?" He asks and you nod, a sob wrenching in your chest, "and you feel bad why?"

You search his face, only looking in his eyes for a second before you can stand no more. You look at his neck and the tendons there, the way it bobs nervously, and the tension set into his shoulders. Your lips part and you puff out a shaky breath.

"Because... I love you?" You squeak the uneven statement through your quivering lips.

"You do but and that means it's going to be okay," he draws you into a hug and you don't fight it. You can't fight something you don't understand, "isn't it, dove?"

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Um...what about divorce! andy barber x his new fiance going to beach with hardcore smut! =^-^=

Beach Day

"Fuuuck, I needed this, y/n, you were right! The weather's perfect today and the water feels so damn good. I can't believe we're the only ones here!" I tell her loudly as I take off my neon green goggles, exit the water, and head to our shared spot in the sand.

I run a hand threw my drenched brunnette tips, gazing at your curvy figure becoming more distinct as I get closer to her. The light breeze wraps around me, making me shiver as water drips off my body in heavy rivulets. Turning to the spectacularly clear ocean water, its impossible not to admire the crashing waves. Sand grains clump between my toes as I walk backwards towards the love of my life, stopping a foot in front of the extra XL towel with her and all of our belongings on it.

"You gotta come out into the water with me, babygirl. I know for a fact you'd enjoy it. Feels so good and the views amazing. There's all kinds of sea life in there to see, honey. Blew my mind!" I say, turning to get a view of my gorgeous girl laid out on her striped beach chair.

She looks up at me from her book through her Chanel sunglasses as I study how fuckin pretty y/n is, even with her cute little round nose scrunched up in distaste. Gripping her sunset colored towel in the front to keep it shut tight, she leans over to set her book down and pick up a water bottle.

"I don't think so, Andy. This how I enjoy the beach. Especially right after a hair appointment. Do your thang tho." She tells me while flickin her long y/h/c hair off her shoulders, voice full of attitude.

"Oh is that how it is?" I ask her feisty ass with a raised brow.

"Yeah, damn right that's how it is. Think cause ya ass fine you gone get me to do any and everything." She grumbles at me, taking a swig of water.

Walking up to her, I gently grab the water from her slender fingers and take a quick drink before setting it down next to the chair. I lean down over her to speak near her ear.

"It's not really that hard to get you to do what I want, is it pretty girl?" I ask her softly, skimming my nose down her neck.

She smells so fuckin good, just like the gardenia perfume I told her was my favorite on her. That, mixed with her shea butter lotion, got me damn near drooling so I take a stronger whiff into her smooth chocolate skin.

"You callin me easy, boy?" Her tone missing all the bite it just held.

Her question makes me chuckle but I don't answer with words. Choosing instead to respond by kissing her neck softly, groaning at the way her body immediately responds to me.

Y/n becomes pliant, her head tilting to offer me space to do more. Her small, quiet gasps let me know all that earlier attitude is for show; I know I have my future little wife wrapped around my finger. Thoughts of my submissive woman have me grippin the arms of her chair tight and my dick chubbin up in the bright yellow swim trunks she picked out for me. Fuck, it never takes much for this woman to make me hard as a rock.

She doesn't notice though, her head back and eyes shut tight. Her perfect white teeth start to lightly gnaw on her plump bottom lip as I graduate to adding soft licks in-between my kisses to her delicate skin. That seems to register though, and her hushed noises switch to lusty whimpers and pants.

Those sounds are always music to my ears; love hearing and watching her bask in the way my touch makes her feel. She's so damn vocal, so sensitive to my ministrations.

I pull away reluctantly, standing to my full height to observe my woman. I'm delighted to see my girl staring back up at me with a heaving chest, open mouth and clenching thighs. I pull her sunglasses off and set them by our water bottle.

"Stand up. Towel off." I order abruptly, holding my hand out to her.

"But.. But Andy, I-"

I don't give her a chance to finish as I quickly reach for the hair at her nape with damp fingers and snatching her head back firmly. The silence that follows y/n's surprised gasp satisfies me as I repeat my words and wait for her response. Her quick nodd prompts me to release her and step back, raising my hand again.

She stands at a snail pace, but her cute skittle manicured hands are already untucking the towel and dropping it into my palm. Anxious y/e/c eyes stare at the sand as I asses her fit. The bathing suit wrappin around those luscious curves, MY curves, seductively is NOT the same one momma had laid out on the bed this morning. The sight of my masterpiece in this scrap of cloth has me forgettin where the fuck we are as I grab my cock through my shorts and squeeze.

"You changed your mind.." Is all I can say while leering at every inch of her.

"I ordered it a few years ago, but I could never find the courage to wear it." Y/n confesses, her eyes stuck on her toes digging into the sand.

"What changed?" I ask her curiously, lifting her chin with my index finger.

"You." She answers simply, beautiful eyes finally meeting mine.

Without thinking I press a passionate kiss to my women's deep red painted lips. She moans against my mouth when I hump our hips together repeatedly, pokin the tip of my hard dick against her clit as wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close.

"Your so fuckin amazing in every way, I'm gonna give you my all for the rest of our lives. I love you y/n." I vow when I break the kiss.

I peck her lips once more before spinnin her in a half circle, y/n now standing where I was and me in her place. I turn her to face the water then sit, bringing her to plop in my lap.

Fuck, those fat ass pussy lips feel like heaven against my dick, even through the material. I groan at the sensation of her surroundin me, taking her towel and spread it over us to hide our lower halves. She's havin none of that though, already so fuckin wet that I can feel her soakin through my damp shorts as she leans forward and pops her ass up and down on my clothed cock. The towel drops to the sand as I grip at her waist to steady myself.

"So you really like my bathing suit, Daddy?"

Her alluring tone has me groanin again out loud as I watch her body twist sensually with her head held back. The arch in y/n's spine and the wind blowing layers of her silky hair down her back is nothing short of an epic vision of flawlessness.

"So fuckin much honey. Hands down one of my favorites."

I watch as she reaches for the cloth hiding my prize between her perfect brown thighs and move it to the side. I move at the speed of light to unsheathe my thick dick and offer it to her. Her enticing high pitched moans boom around us as I lewdly stare at the sticky wetness of her pussy glistening in the sun. Cant help but to squeeze at her waist a bit more as my vixen teasingly sliding her pussy up and down my shaft in quick strides.

"Ohhh sh-shit honey, wait-"

But then I'm moaning loud at how my girls swiveling her hips in perfect circles over me, saturating my throbbing dick and balls in her juices. The feeling boiling in my ball sack got me wantin to tell momma to slow down but I wouldn't dream of stoppin this sexy women grindin all over my cock. Her pleading whines for me to fuck her rise in volume still and I gotta tense, abs rippling as I put in real fuckin effort not to bust my nut.

"Daddy put it in! Why won't you fuck meeee?"

Y/n's sobs alone are enough to make me wanna nut on the spot and I'm thinkin I might need to take a page outta babygirls page, beg her to give me a moment of reprieve.

"OK, j-just gimme a sec. Stop movin, momma. Don't wanna cum."

I try to warn her but she's so fuckin desperate for me and I understand why as I notice her rubbing frantic circles on her messy little button. Its unfortunate for me when one of her outta sync thrusts has my tip catchin at her pussy lips and I know I'm screwed. Baby girl's loud ass gasp is way too fuckin gleeful as she forcefully sits on my dick.

"Yeeeees! Gimme my dick, Daddy- lemme have it, pleeeease! Haaaaah fuck! Yesyesyesyes!"

There's not a single thing I can do as my eyes roll back and I immediately start to spurt cum into my future wife. I can't even muster any energy to feel pathetic as I nut gush after gush into her heavenly cavern. It's exhilarating, steals the breath from lungs as my dick pulsates from how her perfect little pussy strangles it.

Serving my woman jerky stabs, I aid her in bouncin ontop of me while she sobs my name. My balls smack against her wetly as she leans back against me, arm reaching out to hold the back of my neck. I abandon my hold at y/n's waist to wrap both arms around her tummy, my right moving farther down to join hers to rub her clit.

The feeling of her seizuring in my lap while squirting against my twitchin cock forces me to spray a couple more jets of cum into that tight little puss. I refuse to stop rubbing between her legs, making my poor girl come hard as fuck with jubilant shouts of my name. Reveling at the clutch on my dick, I praise y/n for being such a good girl.

"That's it honey, I want it all. My special girl deserves this and more. And I'm gonna get it for her. But you gotta come for Daddy first, sweetheart. Cum all over me, y/n. Good girl, such a good fuckin girl."

Shes thanking me enthusiastically, profusely. I can finally cease when the last dose of her love gushes out. A mixture of our cum oozes out around my cock, the breezing cooling the sticky liquid plastering my thighs and balls. I slide a finger throught the mess, writing my initials with the sticky wetness on her trembling thigh. It takes me a second to speak through my heaving breaths to the limp woman laying on my chest.

"Well, I know you only got your hair done yesterday but.. You sure you don't wanna get in the water, sweeetheart?"

My girl can't help but to laugh out loud at my one track mind, jabbing me in the side with a tired elbow.

#black reader #daddy k!nk #black fanfiction #all readers #andy barber #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #submisive and breedable #creamp!e

[biteofcherry]

Here’s a prompt.. For either Chris Evans, or maybe Bucky Barnes…

“You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.”

“And I’m not here to apologize.”

Of course, do what you want with it, or nothing at all! ❤️❤️

Keeping a fake, bright smile on your face, you walked through the open space of Melissa's obscenely expensive house in New Hamptons and into the wide, pristine backyard that stretched far out to the slopes by the beach.

You tried to keep your steps slow, but the annoyance pumping in your veins was driving you to march until you found your target.

It would be better to approach him in the privacy of his house, but the asshole hasn't been there for the past few days. He hasn't been in his office either.

No, how could he be, if your boss sent him to negotiate a deal with Barnes&Rogers.

A deal for which you worked your ass off for two months, spending countless hours researching, looking for loops, rubbing hands with old friends who could provide you bits of secret intel.

Then Andy Fucker Barber slides in and steals the case from your hands.

Okay, so maybe he didn't exactly steal it. Maybe your boss was a misogynistic prick who gave it to Barber after learning that Andy was in the same frat house as Rogers and Barnes. Even though they haven't really keep in touch for the past ten years.

But you couldn't exactly unleash your anger on your boss, so you directed it onto Barber.

Which lead to a whole mountain of other problems.

Problems that kept you up at night, tossing and turning, and nearly killing the battery of your vibrator.

You spotted him at the very far back of the garden, standing in the shade of a tree. With a glass in one hand and a phone in the other, ignoring the phony spectacle of ass kissing and gossiping.

Trying to stick to the paved routes, so your heels wouldn't sink into the ground, you maneuvered between people (exchanging greetings and smiles). To reach Barber, however, you had to go off path.

He noticed you when you nearly wobbled a few steps from him, as your heel sunk into soft earth. Gritting your teeth, you yanked your foot free and made the last steps between you.

"Hello, fucker!" You hissed, keeping your voice low.

You poked him square in the chest. Twice. Which, in your opinion, was still a better choice than pushing him with all your might. You wanted to do that so much.

"What's this about?" Andy frowned, though he didn't seem even mildly swayed by your poking.

His seemingly clueless act angered you even further.

You spent almost a week processing what happened that late evening in Andy's office, couldn't get it out of your head (and other body parts), and here he was acting as if he didn't remember it happening.

"You kissed me!" You reminded him, barely stopping yourself from kicking him in the ankle.

And then you weren't in the office in the next day to talk it out! You weren't in your home to talk it out! And it's not something to talk on the phone about! Would you even pick up? You left as if nothing happened and it didn't mean a single thing! - All of these remained unspoken, boiling only in your head.

Andy leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice as well as he countered - "You kissed me back."

You did.

One moment you were ranting to him how unfair it was, how he better not fuck up the deal you were working on, the next second Andy's lips were on you, swallowing your anger and transforming it into a different spark.

It ignited an eager reaction on your part, pushing you into temptation which you battled since the handsome bastard started working at your company almost a year ago.

That kiss was toe-curling.

Made you pliant in Andy's hands, opening your lips to any of his demands, chasing his mouth when he threatened to pull away.

If it wasn't for the phone that rang then, it could lead to something more.

In the end it led to your annoyance and desire to kill Andy Barber.

"And I'm not here to apologize." You crossed your arms over your chest, adamant on not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how he flipped your world upside down for a few days.

"No, you wouldn't." Andy chuckled and slipped his phone into his pocket.

He stepped closer to you, leaning down until his beard brushed against your cheek and his hot breath tickled your ear.

"I bet the only way to get you apologizing and behaving appropriately is to take you over my knee and spank your ass red."

His words made the breath in your chest hitch. A never before heard sound escaped your lips - a mixture of outrage and desperate need.

"I think it would also help releasing some of your frustration." Andy pulled back slightly, enough to look into your eyes.

"Do you want that?" He asked, holding your gaze. "Want me to help you? Want me to fuck it all out of your system?"

#splendidreads #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine

[buildarocketboys]

nothing comes as easy as you

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley Additional Tags: Smut, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants, Dry Humping, physical violence, baby Patrick is a pent up little ball of horny rage, he basically has a horny meltdown no I'm not sorry, Teenage Patrick, Album: Take This to Your Grave (Fall Out Boy), Pete is a martyr to the cause of getting Patrick off, Dreams vs. Reality, Biting, Hurt/Comfort, feral teenage patrick can't be tamed, until he comes in his pants and is really embarrassed about it

Summary: Pete has a wet dream, squished between Patrick and Joe in the van, and wakes up to find Patrick glaring at him. Patrick can't take this shit anymore, and he wants Pete to know about it. Pete takes everything that Patrick dishes out. Read here on AO3

The hips he has his fingers pressed into are so soft that at first, Pete is sure the person he's straddling is a woman.

Then he opens his eyes and- oh.

It's Patrick.

This is kinda weird, Pete thinks, as he thrusts in and out of his best friend. But then Patrick opens his eyes for a moment, squinting up at Pete without his glasses. He sees who it is, that it's Pete, and smiles angelically up at him. Pete smiles back and thrusts into him at a slightly different angle, and Patrick moans. He goddamn moans.

So Pete decides to just go with it; this is kind of how he always imagined it going anyway. If the two of them ever-

Usually he stops that thought before it can go any further, but in his subconscious, when he's dreaming, or just when his brain wants to torture him with thoughts of what he can't have and shouldn't want. But right now, Patrick is smiling and groaning beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, so Pete allows himself to indulge, for once.

He always thought it would be like this, taking Patrick by the hand and showing him the delights of getting carnal with another dude. Patrick opening up before him, soft as cream, except the one part of him which is hard as a rock.

Except then he comes, and his eyes fly open, and he's in the van wedged between Joe and Patrick, the latter of whom is staring at him - glaring at him.

Pete's eyes fly open and meet Patrick's, who's been staring at him a little too intensely as he writhes and moans in the back of the van.

Pete twists round to check if Joe has been party to this too, but he's still asleep. The man can sleep through anything. Then Pete turns round to face Patrick again.

"Jesus," Patrick says, with a little too much feeling and something like disgust, and shame curls in Pete's eyes. Fuck, Patrick thinks, and punches the wall of the van hard enough to make a sound, but he's not sure if his violent reaction is due to watching Pete experience a wet dream when Patrick hasn't jerked off for days, or from seeing the humiliation in Pete's eyes and knowing it's his fault.

The semi in his pants might also have something to do with it, but Patrick tries to ignore that.

"You OK, Patrick?" Pete says timidly, almost sweetly, like he didn't just come in his pants in front of Patrick.

Oh, and now the semi is a full hard on and when Pete glances down he can tell, because when he looks up at Patrick's face again he's smirking.

And suddenly Patrick can't take it anymore - living in a van, no privacy, no space, playing shows to hostile or non-existent audiences, trying to jerk off quietly in a bathroom the one night in free they can afford a hotel room, trying to get some sleep in a space that's way too cramped for four guys to share, and always, always, Pete's face smirking up at him, like this all a game, or some big joke to him.

Before Pete or either of the others can react, Patrick has pushed Pete onto the floor and straddled him, punching him right in his smirking little face.

Joe's awake now, and Andy too - Joe protests and Andy gets up to haul Patrick off Pete, but Pete just shakes his head.

"Let him get it out of his system," Pete says serenely, like he isn't talking about Patrick beating the shit out of him. Andy stands there, unsure what to do, as Patrick rains down blows on Pete's face and shoulders, but he must just shrug and sit down, leaving them to it, since nobody attempts to stop Patrick.

Maybe he's rutting against Pete's thigh at the same time, but nobody else has to know that, do they?

Nobody else but Pete, who definitely knows, who can definitely feel Patrick's boner rubbing against him like he's trying to create enough friction to start a fire with his dick, who's still smirking up at him past the fat lip Patrick's just given him.

He scratches ineffectually at Pete's neck and shoulders and chest as everything comes to a crescendo, his anger and his orgasm, and when he comes he sinks his teeth into Pete's neck to stifle his moan.

When it's over, he lets Pete go and sits up, breathing heavily. He glances up at Andy and Joe, who are pointedly not looking at them, and then back down to Pete, who raises his eyebrows at him, as if he didn't also just come in his pants.

Then Pete eases himself up slightly, and puts his hand on Patrick's shoulder, very firmly. His touch grounds Patrick somehow, and he's back on Earth, on the floor of the van, instead of in a red haze of anger and arousal.

"You OK, Patrick?" he says again, with such tenderness and care that Patrick almost starts crying, and finally notices the bruises and scratches and bleeding lip that he's left on his best friend.

"Oh my God, Pete," he says, looking down at the carnage he's caused and scooting away, standing up and holding his hands up like he's innocent, even though he is absolutely, one hundred percent guilty. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, oh my God."

"Patrick," says Pete quickly, sitting up properly. "Patrick, it's fine."

"Fine? Fine?! Pete, I just beat you up!" And came from dry humping your leg, he thinks, but he can't deal with that right now. Better to just focus on the thing in front of him, the thing they can talk about in front of Joe and Andy. Which is Pete. Hurt. By him.

Pete gets up real quick, but then approaches Patrick slowly, carefully, like he's a spooked horse. "Patrick, I promise it's OK. I let you. You needed to get it out of your system."

"Yeah but- but not like that," says Patrick, his face white. He opens his mouth to apologise some more, but Pete interrupts him.

"We need a hotel night," he announces. The other two protest, complaining about the expense and how they're not due another hotel night for the next two days, but Pete cuts them off. "No," he says, glancing at Patrick. "We can't spend another night in this van together, we're all going crazy." Which means Patrick's going crazy, he knows, and hangs his head. "I'll pay for it myself," he says, "let's just find somewhere to stay."

"Pete, no, you don't have to do that," Patrick says, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment. This is his fault; everyone else can handle sleeping in a van for nights on end without going insane and attacking their bandmate, why can't he? Now Pete's gonna spend money he can't afford, just because Patrick is a whiny little baby who can't control his emotions, and-

Pete grips his hand and Patrick's thoughts just stop. "I think I do," Pete says, with a stern look, but it's belied by the softness with which Pete is stroking his thumb across the knuckles of his balled fist.

They drive to a hotel in the nearest town that doesn't look to sketchy or too upmarket, and Pete goes in to enquire about the room. Patrick follows him, needing to apologise properly.

"Pete, I'm sorry," he says, yet again. "Pete, stop, look, let me apologise properly."

Pete turns toward him with a half smile. "You already did," he says. "Look, Patrick, it's not just you, we're all going insane in there. One of us had to break first."

"Yeah but...the others wouldn't have hit you. Or, y'know," he mumbles, the tips of his ears going red, "the other thing." Pete is still smiling, a little bit, but he also looks sad, and Patrick kinda hates it when Pete is sad. "We're still best friends, right?" he can't help asking in a small, tight voice, chin tucked into his chest so he doesn't have to see Pete's expression.

"Yeah, Patrick," Pete says, ruffling Patrick's hair, "We're still best friends."

When Patrick dares to look up again, Pete is grinning at him, so he thinks maybe they're gonna be OK.

"I don't know why I get like that," he explains, following Pete to the hotel reception, "it's just the enclosed space and all the guys and the van and the smells and-" You, he thinks. You drive me crazy and I don't understand why, 'cause I love you more than pretty much anyone else I've ever met. In fact maybe it's because I love you more than anyone else I've ever met.

Pete just shakes his head and nudges Patrick with his shoulder, and then turns to the lady at the desk and asks if they've got any rooms.

Usually they just get one room and bunk in together - it's better than sleeping in the van, but not by much. But this time Pete asks for two rooms and when Patrick looks at him quizzically, Pete just ignores him and fills out the booking form.

The lady hands Pete two key cards, and Pete hands one to Patrick.

"You can go now if you want, get some rest. Room 26."

Patrick is confused. "You gonna come and knock on my door later, then?"

Pete shrugs. "I mean, I can if you want company. But I thought I'd just bunk with the guys, give you some space. You need it. And rest, proper rest, Patrick, or you'll fall asleep on stage like you used to in math class. And don't try to say you didn't, your mom told me!"

Patrick snorts lightly in amusement, feeling relief roll over him like a wave. His own space, privacy, a bed he doesn't have to share with four other guys. A shower! Patrick is overcome with gratitude by Pete's gesture, and Pete must read it on his face (or maybe in the way his whole body has relaxed after days of being taut as a guitar string about to snap).

"You're welcome," he says. "Now go and get some sleep."

Patrick just nods and watches his best friend walk back out into the night to Andy and Joe.

Then he turns on his heel and heads down the hallway to sink into a blessed, peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

#peterick #pete wentz #patrick stump #fob #fall out boy #bandom #smut fic #smut #my writing #sorry this scenario has been living in my mind rent free so I had to write this to get it out #except im not sorry at all - enjoy 😜

[xalygatorx]

Powerless (2017) | Chapter 5, "Everything I've Done"

Years after Sarah’s wit and bravery saved her brother and brought the Labyrinth to its knees, her daughter Andie is transported to what remains of that same fantastical place, somewhere she thought only existed in her favorite childhood stories. To find her way back home, she must traverse what’s left of the crumbling kingdom, find a way to set both moments and magic in motion again, and even save the Goblin King, himself. But who will save her from him?

Powerless is a SFW slow-burn romance between Jareth and an original female character. The story overall contains descriptions of fantasy violence, mild suggestive content, and grief regarding family illness. Chapter-by-chapter warnings will be provided as well.

Summary: Andie and Jareth get acquainted while waiting for help. Jareth offers her an alliance that hinges on her helping him guard the truth of his condition and reclaim his kingdom.

Pairing: Jareth x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.9k

"Do be quiet, they won't hear you," said the voice wearily nearby as Andie shouted again, having scrambled back out of the light when he'd first spoken, her eyes still searching the gloomy subterranean perimeter for the owner. "Even so, this is an oubliette. Do you know what that is?"

Andie faltered. "A… It's a trap, isn't it?"

"Indeed. For those to be forgotten."

"Who are you?"

She was finally able to make out a dark form sitting opposite where she stood, but no details came into focus for the lack of light. It was the most human figure she'd seen here yet, even more so than the half-human Nyle. "I think a better question is who you are," the male voice countered as he stood, making his way over to her side of the cave. "You don't seem to be who I first thought. And how have you come to my labyrinth to fall down a hole?"

Her eyes widened incrementally. "Your labyrinth—wait… You're the Goblin King, aren't you?"

A soft chuckle danced around the space just as a boot crossed the rim of the light shining down from the opening she'd made high above them. Into view stepped one of the most eccentric looking men she'd ever seen and, even with the oddities in his appearance ranging from his somewhat spiky blond hair and some smudges of what appeared to be eyeliner around his eyes, he could have easily passed for human. Had she not known the truth, anyway. His teeth glittered faintly as he sent a weary, yet Cheshire smile her way. "Now, that is something I've not heard someone call me in quite some time."

"What are you doing down here?"

"All questions I could easily be asking you," he pointed out, eying her closely. She wondered if he was somehow able to see better than she was down here. Then again, who knew how long he'd been down here. Now that she thought about it, his hair looked matted in places, his clothes a bit rumpled, and he appeared particularly thin, though she had no memory of him to compare his present self to. Perhaps that was just the way he looked.

"Well, then maybe—," Andie began, only to pause when she heard a faint echo of her name down the tunnel. She brushed past him to peer up toward the light, where she could now see a pin-sized head peeping over. "I'm down here!" she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth to project her voice more efficiently.

"Stay there! I'm coming down to get you!" Hoggle shouted and he disappeared from over the opening.

"Yeah, where else am I going to go…," she muttered softly, smoothing a hand through her hair before regarding Jareth again. He was watching her with an amused sort of air and the scrutiny in his eyes unnerved her. "What I was saying is maybe we should both be answering these obvious questions. Since we'll probably be stuck here awhile."

He scoffed a bit. "You've no idea what 'awhile' is, girl."

"I take it you didn't just get here, too," she noted with a grimace.

"Oh, no," he murmured with a slight shake of his head. "No, I've lost track of the years."

Andie's eyes widened. "Years? How are you still alive?"

"Time has stopped in this world. With it, so has the aging process for every creature in attendance," he explained calmly before sitting down on the floor again. "Even you."

"So, you just…"

"Starved without emaciating, withered without withering, oh… Yes. And it was more excruciating than actually dying such a pathetic death." He looked at her wearily. "Sit. You're tiring me further by standing like that."

"Well, excuse me," she grumbled, but sat down nearby. "Why couldn't you just magic yourself out? I'm sure the king of the goblins has some kind of magical ability, right? Or am I relying too heavily on fairytales?"

Jareth chuckled, but the sound was weak. He seemed disgusted by it. "I had that ability, long ago. But that's left me, too, it seems. I'm sure the lack of time progression has something to do with that."

"Why would that have any influence?" Andie asked dubiously.

He seemed worn out by her questions already, though she figured he was probably just worn out, period. "Because have you ever had something remotely in the realm of 'magical' happen while you're standing still? Isn't it always after moving forward?"

"You're getting a bit too existentialist on me, Jareth," she commented.

"Now, is it fair that you know my name yet I do not know yours?"

"I guess not. It's Andie."

"Andie, hm? I've never heard such a name. Short for…?"

"Cassandra."

"Interesting," Jareth murmured, though his bored tone disagreed with that sentiment. "So, Andie, what were your other questions? My memory is slacking with my current state of health, as I'm sure you understand."

She was somewhat suspicious of his manners—Hoggle had made it sound like he was a wild, aggressive thing, but it looked like he could barely move. She half expected him to turn on her at any moment, at least until she figured she might just be his ticket out of here. He was perhaps simply lucky she'd dropped in, pun intended. "How'd you end up down here?"

"I lost my magic directly after the Labyrinth, itself, fell to pieces," he said uncomfortably and she could only wonder why he was telling her this. "Those I presided over grew more rampant and restless and some attempted a mutiny once they felt the scales begin to tilt. I thought it wise to disappear awhile."

"You meant to get trapped down here?"

"Of course not. I took the plunge down here while attempting to disappear, of course," he said irritably before sighing and glancing at the tunnel over them. "Succeeded too thoroughly, I suppose."

"Why are you telling me this?" Andie finally asked. "About your magic being gone and your blunders, why would you give me that information when we've only just met?"

Jareth looked at her pensively before replying, "I need your help. And you must know that it is quite humiliating for me to say that. It is also a leap to trust you with that explanation, as—you're right—I've known you but a few moments in a timeless world. However, I would hope for both our sakes that this is not a mistake."

"What do you need my help for?"

"Well, first for getting out of here, which you've already managed to do just by being here. Also for finding a way to return the Labyrinth to its original form. I need time to move again so I can regain my power and my control over this unpredictable place."

"I'm supposed to help you with that?"

"You seem moderately intelligent," he said with a lift of his shoulders that made Andie want to pummel him. "And you seem to have already won allies. I will need such connections and, this time, they cannot stem only from fear." Jareth's intense gaze moved over to meet hers again as he said his next words. "I will also need you to keep my lack of magic to yourself. Under no circumstances can I afford this information to be divulged. Do you understand?"

Andie met his gaze levelly before looking at her hands and saying seriously, "You know, it's unwise to go on first impressions of people."

"I do not have much choice at this moment. I need someone on my side."

"And what makes you think I'm on your side?"

"Well," he murmured, beginning to become irked but containing it. "You are not not on my side…"

"That is terrible logic," Andie told him. "Awful. You're lucky you've not been killed on that thinking."

"Indeed, but it is true," he groused. "Look, I'm putting a good amount of faith in you, recognize that this does not come lightly—"

"Or with permission."

"Andie," he grumbled.

"All right, all right," Andie muttered. "But make more informed decisions in the future. I may not spill your secret, but I'm not planning on risking my neck to save your skin either. And don't act like you know me, like we're friends. You don't know anything about me."

"And the same applies in reverse," Jareth pointed out. "At least I'm willing."

"Because you want something from me."

"There is no point in denying it, as I've already made that clear. Yes. I want your help."

"Earn it," Andie snipped just as a hidden door nearby swung open and Hoggle entered the oubliette.

"I knew I shoulda gone with ya, are you—" He paled when his eyes found Jareth. "It's you!"

"In the flesh," Jareth said flippantly, shooting a glance toward Andie as he stood. "Having a chat with your new friend. Say…" He paused and looked at her considerately. "How did you come to be in my Labyrinth anyway?"

"I picked up a glass peach, it cut my hand, and then—boom—I was here."

Interest sparked in his eyes and she began to ponder what Hoggle had warned her about earlier. "And how did you manage to come across such a trinket?" he asked softly.

She started to answer and, after catching Hoggle's eye, who was practically begging her silently not to tell the truth, she said instead, "I found it. In a thrift store."

Jareth's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the subject. "Curious."

"Indeed," she murmured, not breaking his gaze. He watched her a moment longer before nodding and walking toward the door, ducking low to make his way into the tunnel beyond. She looked down at Hoggle. "Thank you for coming down here."

"Of course, though I might've done things differently had I known he was down here, too," he murmured, casting a sideways glance through the doorway. "Go on."

Andie stepped through the doorway and then straightened up, hearing Hoggle walk out and shut the door behind them. They then began to walk down the tunnel, Hoggle stepping ahead to lead the way. There was something rigid in Jareth's frame that reminded Andie of a caged animal wary of recapture, so she kept her distance. However, the young woman nearly leapt out of her skin when a booming voice shattered the silence only permeated by their footsteps. "TURN BACK."

"YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY," boomed another up where Hoggle was walking.

"Oh, shut it," Hoggle grumbled, ignoring the enormous stone heads. "Don't mind them, they're just False Alarms."

"NO, THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING."

"Now, that's just rude, trying to steer people off course," she accused the last one to shout.

"It's… It's my job, Miss," it said awkwardly, glancing away from her. When it didn't shout again, she cut it some slack, moving along to catch up with Hoggle and Jareth, who had slowed to wait. Jareth still had an air of amusement about him, but said nothing.

After following Hoggle through the winding tunnels of the Underground, they reached the end and crawled out through a small burrow, camouflaged beneath a line of brush. Hoggle turned around to help Andie out and grimaced when Jareth stepped out as well. He leaned toward Andie and whispered, "What's he still doing here?"

She shrugged. "Feels like tagging along, I guess."

"Not fond of my company, Hogarth? I'm offended," Jareth commented patronizingly.

"It's Hoggle! I see at least one thing hasn't changed in this place!" he grumped as he began to lead the way back to the campsite.

Walking ahead to mutter about things Andie only heard bits and pieces of, she walked at her own pace, finding that she'd scraped her cheek a bit when she'd fallen in the oubliette. "Stupid hands," she sighed as she ran her fingertips over the uneven edge of the scrape and winced when it stung.

Ludo was pacing around the camp when they got back, visibly relieved when he saw that they'd come back. Andie couldn't be sure whether he just didn't notice Jareth or didn't have an opinion of him since he didn't react to the addition to their party, but Jareth certainly didn't seem to care for the bumbling giant. Didymus, Leona, and Nyle all had their reactions, however.

"Oh, goodness me, are you all right?!" Didymus fussed as he hurried over to them, his jaw dropping when he saw Jareth. "And where on earth did he come from?"

"Everyone is so shocked to see me, where did you all think I went?" Jareth muttered with a roll of his dual-colored eyes, which soon fell upon the half-goblin nearby. "Nyle. An interesting surprise."

Nyle inclined his head, but the venom in his voice was plain. "Your Highness."

"Indeed," Jareth agreed flippantly, which only seemed to piss Nyle off more. Andie made a mental note to ask him about the Goblin King a little later on, expecting a nicely candid answer from someone with such a sour opinion and not afraid to express it. "And…?"

"Leona," the sphinx said calmly, though her eyes were narrowed with some contempt.

"Ah, yes… You've left your post."

She snorted softly through her stone nose and Andie wondered suddenly if she was only stone on the outside or if some kind of magic made her stone body malleable. She couldn't really say why she kept wondering about these things when none of it made sense, but her brain hadn't stopped trying to categorize and decipher the oddities yet. "So have you."

"The entirety of the Labyrinth is my post, I recall assigning you to the clocktower."

"It was the side entrance to the castle and this place is already so disorderly, it hardly matters."

Jareth arched a brow her way. "You would speak so to your king?"

"I am fashioned to fear nothing and, as such, I have nothing to fear," she said dismissively. "This is what makes my guardianship so absolute."

"Hm," he murmured before shrugging it off. "Fair enough." He appeared to be a mixture of equal parts miffed and impressed. "Say, where might your… A-ha!" He'd sighted the provisions, but Hoggle began to make a beeline toward the stash. "Excuse me, dwarf, you think this wise?"

Hoggle paused and seemed conflicted in what to do next, but ended up slowly stepping away, muttering about being a coward. It was no wonder he wanted everyone to still think he had his magic, Andie noted. He's an absolute bully. She watched Jareth step over and pour himself a cup of tea from leaves Didymus had contributed, which had tasted strangely like cold medicine to Andie, and help himself to the leftover food. Didymus looked to Andie after a moment of quiet had passed in which everyone had cast judgy, aggravated glances toward Jareth and said, "I was thinking, perhaps the Wiseman would have some, well, wisdom for you on how you might return home."

"The Wiseman?" she repeated curiously.

"Exactly as he sounds, milady. Quite wise. And it couldn't hurt to ask, could it?"

"Not at all, thank you for saying something," Andie said with a smile before heading over to sit near the wall, where she'd taken lunch earlier. A patch of dark sky had wandered near and had begun to take over the area of the courtyard and for about a square mile all around. Her fatigue hit her all at once and Andie slouched just enough to gain a stable position and before she knew it, her eyes had shut and she was out like a light.

Jareth was making a point of eating slowly, despite his stomach feeling as if it would gnarl and swallow the rest of his insides at the first sign of nutrients in centuries. The curse of living agelessly while his body's needs and soul's unrest rotted him in a cell was disturbingly potent, as he'd previously had doubts that anything in this world could faze him any longer. It was all he could do not to cringe every time he swallowed another bit of dried meat or sandwich, it didn't matter what he ate or drank from the provisions by the fire, it all felt like lead in his stomach. He could feel eyes on him though, and knew now wasn't the time to show even mild discomfort.

Darkness closed in around them and painted the visible overhead with spiraling stars and an endless depth of black. Jareth listened to the other creatures around the campsite shift and settle into place for the "night," though the cycle of light had been disrupted with the rest of the reality around them. Once he heard stillness fall back over the courtyard, he looked up, surveying the faces decorated by shadows and the flicker of the fire. Jareth glanced away from Ludo and Didymus across the clearing with disinterest, his gaze settling on the dark-haired girl to his right. He stared at her for a long moment before scoffing softly to himself and looking back down to his tea, which he sipped deeply and then nearly choked on, before going off to rest for the night as well, though the last thing he felt the need for was sleep after spending so long in the dark of the earth and his own mind.

It was only forever, he thought to himself with a dismal tinge of melancholy disguising itself as irony and humor. His lips curved without the expression touching his eyes. Not long at all.

Next chapter: Chapter 6, "Falling Down"

#labyrinth #labyrinth fanfiction #labyrinth fanfic #jareth x oc #jareth the goblin king #jareth #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #the labyrinth #romance fanfiction

[angelofverdum]

Station 19 6x13

Ugh. I hate how this show is getting a little better. Enough to make me excited every Thursday.

I hope they wrap up this major camping in the season finale. It's getting annoying. He always has a speech ready to save the day, and I don't care, honestly.

The video that Dixon made was so dumb. Twitter would drag that edit to hell and back.

I knew Eli and Travis was happening. I think everybody knew, they had more chemistry than Andy and Eli.

Vic is a better person than me because I would have broken up with Theo right there in that office. What's wrong with him? Beckett is out. They are investigating his neighborhood. What else does he want?

Carina, Ben, and Miranda were so funny. This is what I mean when I say they need to relax a bit. Yes, the subject was hard, but they were a great comedic trio.

Carina's "Oh" when Ben said Ben Deluca had me dying.

I love that Ben and Miranda didn't give Carina a speech about love or marriage, she just realized by herself that she needs to give Maya another chance and she is ready.

And those scenes between Maya and Carina had me twirling my hair and kicking my feet.

This was so soft and probably scary for her. Carina probably didn't sleep that night looking at her wife. It was so easy to let her in.

I like the space between them because it means Maya is respecting Carina's space. But she could have taken off her watch, the ponytail, her bell? She even slept with her shirt tucked in and probably her boots on too. I know she is in bodyguard mode but c'mon. Not even a blanket?

Then Carina got her defences up and told Maya: thank you, bye. One thing about Carina she is going to walk away from Maya.

But I'm very confused about how time worked in this episode.

Maya was on shift in the last episode, then she left to find Carina at work. So she probably took the day off and wait for Carina to get off shift and that's why she was still in uniform in the morning.

But in the morning, Carina was off shift, and Maya had work again. Ben took a day off in this episode, so it was another day?

I know this show doesn't pay too much attention to this but logistics is what I do for a living so.

Carina is stronger than me cause if she smiles at me like that I'd fold so fast.

"I want you to win me back slowly."

"Carina Deluca, would you go on a date with me?"

This is sick. I love them so much. The way they look at each other 🥺.

I don't know what kind of sacrifice they did in the writer's room but thank you. They are fixing the mess they did last season.

The last scene with Dixon had me thinking about a lot of things:

1. Those pictures are a way to show Maya's growth and to close the plot. Because they totally forgot that Maya was right about them, and Sullivan treated her like she was insane. I don't think Maya is going back.

2. We have never seen Maya driving. I didn't even know she had a car. I've always thought she uses her bike to go to work.

3. I don't care what they show us Maya has a Jeep. But when they go out they take Carina's car, even tho Maya is a better driver.

4. A lot of people still want a false negative for a pregnancy test she took 300 years ago. No, I know doctors are the worst patients, and Carina has been through a lot this season, but she would have noticed that something different with her body. They fix the relationship, and then they could try for a baby again.

5. Bring Back Maya's little backpack. I don't like this new bag.

#Station 19 #Rambles #These wives I swear #Maya Bishop #Carina Deluca #Andy deserves better btw

[ybcpatrick]

HC that post!YBC Patrick and Joe both spend an unhealthy amount of time working in the studio to “cope.” Joe notices Patrick has a problem but insists it’s different when he himself does it because it “isn’t as bad.”

i've had both of these asks for almost two calendar years. i am SO fucking sorry about that. i'm gonna group these two together, and i hope this maybe makes up for it. 💖

"How's he doing?" Joe asks as he approaches, voice kept carefully low. Andy sighs, gently closing the door to the studio behind him.

"Patrick's fast asleep at the desk. He wore himself out with his episode earlier." Andy runs his hands over his hair, scraping at the shaven sides, and adds, "I was gonna move them both, but I know Patrick would probably flip out again if I did, so I just saved his work and threw a blanket over him."

"Good idea," Joe murmurs, then pauses. "Wait, both?"

"Pete's in there, too," Andy clarifies. "He passed out on the floor beside Patrick's chair."

Joe winces at that, brows knitting together. "Their backs are gonna kill 'em tomorrow."

"I know, but they're sleeping," Andy emphasizes, "and I'm not sure how long it's been since either of them have gotten more than an hour or two." He throws his hands up in faux surrender, backing away from the door as he says, "I'm not touching them. They can go ahead and hate me tomorrow if they wanna, I don't really care."

Joe elects just to shrug, and they fall into a pensive silence. Staring at the studio door, a familiar itch comes crawling up Joe's back; his fingers twitch where they're shoved into his pockets. He clears his throat softly, and his socks scuff against the carpet as he takes a deliberately-casual step forward.

"Ooookay, well, if they're both out for the night, I'm just gonna pop in quick and grab an acoustic–"

"Joe–"

"–I'll take it to the basement, don't worry, I'll make sure they don't hear me at all–"

"Joe."

"– I just wanna finish off that hook I had going earlier, I think I've almo–"

"Joe."

Joe freezes, fingers barely ghosting over the door handle. When he peers over his shoulder, Andy is already staring back, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. His grey eyes are nearly black in the dim light of the hallway, and he looks tired. Guilt briefly squeezes its cold fist around Joe's ribs.

"Joe, it's nearly midnight," says Andy. He brings a hand up to rub at the sides of his nose (an old habit from when he still had his glasses he hasn't managed to kick yet), and falls against the opposite wall in defeat. His voice is unbearably soft as he pleads, "Come to sleep?"

And the thing is, Joe wants to.

He really does.

He just...

The thought of not finishing his work makes his stomach roll.

So instead of acquiescing, Joe crosses the hallway, leaning into Andy's space. He traces his fingertips, feather-light, over the ink-dark skin of Andy's forearms. Saccharine-sweet, he whispers, "I just wanna finish the hook. I'll do it quick, record it on my phone so I don't forget it in the morning, and then I'll be right there in bed. Then you can do your weird-ass impression of a spidermonkey-octopus thing while we cuddle like teenagers, or whatever." Joe tilts Andy's chin up to look him in the eye, flashing a reassuring grin at him. "Sound okay?"

Andy stares at Joe for a long moment. His typical silence feels more pronounced here, as his gaze darts all over Joe's face, seemingly searching for something there. That damned itch dances its way up Joe's spine again, leaving the chill of uneasiness in its wake; the corners of Joe's mouth crack like plaster as he forces his expression to stay light.

(He prays to anything for Andy not to notice.)

After another beat, Andy's shoulders slump, and a small smile graces his face. His hands find Joe's with practiced ease, weaving their fingers together tightly. He arches off the wall, using Joe's weight as leverage, and crowds so far into Joe's space that there's hardly anywhere left where they aren't touching.

"Just the hook?" Andy asks, his breath ghosting over Joe's lips as he cranes up, tip-toed, to nuzzle their noses together. Joe makes a small sound of assent, not trusting himself to say anything more as warm relief washes over him. He brings their joined hands up to his mouth and drops a lingering kiss on each of Andy's knuckles, his gaze trained on the way Andy's lashes flutter against his cheeks in response.

Andy's grip on him tightens for just a second, then falls slack as he whispers, "m'kay, go get the guitar. I'll meet you downstairs." At Joe's perplexed look, he adds, "I'm gonna come sit with you 'til you're done." Guilt lances through Joe once more, his eyes blowing wide.

"Dee, you don't have to stay up for me–"

"I don't have to, I want to. I like hearing you work." Andy cuts him off, with a finger against his lips. After a second, he shifts his hand, carefully cradling Joe's cheek. He smiles again, but it's tinged with something else, something that makes Joe's heart ache in his chest. "I just like you."

Sudden heat pricks at Joe's eyes and he quickly snaps them shut, leaning into Andy's touch. That awful itch, along with the guilt, takes a backseat in his brain for the time being, corralled there by the warmth of Andy's hand and the simplicity of his words; for just a moment, he savours it.

Before long, Andy's pulling away, nudging Joe towards the studio door. He gives Joe a stern warning about waking up Pete and Patrick as he walks away, and Joe keeps his eyes locked on Andy's back until he's completely disappeared from sight.

Quiet as a mouse, Joe slips into the studio. As promised, Patrick is bent over the desk, his folded arms shielding his face from view. Pete is sitting slumped beside him on the floor, unflatteringly open-mouthed and folded up like a pretzel. The throw blanket is haphazardly spread out over Patrick's broad shoulders, the edge fluttering mere inches over the crown of Pete's head. Even in sleep, the pair look utterly exhausted; Joe can't help the way he frowns.

He feels them. He's tired, too. Really fucking tired. And so is Andy.

But Joe can't stop yet, and Andy knows that. And Andy is waiting for him in the basement, because he's sweet like that. Because he's thoughtful.

Because Andy gets Joe, perhaps even more than Joe gets Joe, and he understands that Joe can't give it up quite yet.

Carefully, Joe slinks around the sleeping pair, grabbing his acoustic from the loveseat he'd abandoned it on earlier. On his way back out, the telltale whisper of fabric shifting stops Joe dead in his tracks at the door. Heart in his throat and apologies at the ready, he peers over his shoulder at Pete and Patrick.

Patrick has shifted in his sleep. His good arm has fallen into his lap, palm up. His slack hand is close enough to Pete's head that his fingers are tucked, just slightly, into Pete's dark hair. Pete snuffles, a little gross-sounding, and subconsciously leans into the contact.

Neither one stirs again. Watching them for a moment longer, Joe's smile grows a bit wobbly. Drawing in a deep breath, he eases the door shut once more, and leaves them to their slumber. (With any luck, they'll wake up at some point through the night, and at least have the sense to lay down on the furniture or something, but Joe's not counting on it.)

As Joe makes the descent to the basement, slinging the guitar strap over his shoulder on his way, his thoughts become preoccupied once more with the hook from earlier. Perhaps Andy, though sleepy and spent as he is from the day, may have some ideas for how Joe can nail it down.

After all, the sooner he does, and the sooner he satisfies the itch, the sooner Joe can get some rest, too.

He's just gotta finish, first.

#shut up kell #ask #anonymous #post!ybc #trohley #rpf #ficlet #I'M SO SORRY. TWO YEARS. I AM SO SO SORRY #I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO. MY HEART BLEEDS 4 THEM....

[penofdamocles]

> Give a Gift (a week ago).

In a flash of green light, an overburdened angel appears in Season's Harbor in the motion of opening his mouth in a sharp but short scream and taking a step backward, away from a horror that's no longer present. Staring instead at the contents of his own, safe, puppet-less bedroom, Madison Aurel hugs the large soft object already in his arms in self soothing, focusing slow breaths to interrupt the moment of panic. He has absolutely no desire to know what the fuck the /moving teddy bear/ was about, or to ever visit that shop again, really, no offense meant to its disoncerting and concerning owner, whom he really hopes doesn't /always/ look like that.

Soft footsteps sound from the hall outside, audible only because of their hurried approach, and there's a light, careful knock on the purple bedroom door. Taking 1 last deep breath, Mads puts the massive green plush dragon he carries down on his wide, soft bed, before adjusting his sunglasses, approaching the door, and tugging it partially open.

“Hey, kiddo.”

A small befreckled human looks up at him through the gap with wide green eyes, lit with concern despite their unphased expression. “Uncle Mads Aurel, you screamed, are you in active danger or crisis?”

“No, uh, don't worry, I'm fine, just got freaked out for a second before I teleported back, but I'm safe and fine now so it's all cool. I have a surprise for you though, a positive 1, do you want it now?”

Andy relaxes at Mads' assurance, but perk up in a less tense fashion to stare at him in excitement. “A surprise? I have no reason to postpone obtaining such a gift if it is already prepared. Is there a specific purpose, event, or rewarded behavior corresponding to this sudden generosity?”

Mads can't help but grin a little at their response, always a rewarding part of getting people unexpected presents. ”Nothing in particular, I saw an open opportunity to easily help get you something you actively, specifically wanted but couldn't pay for yourself. I mean, what kind of angel uncle passes up a gifting chance that golden?“

The hint's not terribly subtle to a teen this clever, and their hands rise in front of them in giddy realization, their feet bouncing as they almost hop in place with joy.

“Rose created it already? How impressive, at the estimated measurements of material in this timeframe that must have taken dedication unexpected from a commission I was unable to offer down payment on.”

Andy's droning assessment doesn't express how excited they had initially been at the opportunity, how tempered that had been by the assessment of required work to pay for it, or the deep disappointment when it became clear that their currency was nearly worthless to the toymaker, even if she finished the commission and they did as much work as they could. They'd sadly written it off, already attempting to move on, but Mads has successfully relit a snuffed hope; he can tell, and he's proud of it.

”She did work super fast, yeah, but she seemed really, uh..happy, with the results.“ Or whatever that was. ”Want to see slash have it?“ Mads offers, opening the door further and taking a step back.

Andy is already nodding before the question is fully stated, they'd be happy just to see it but to have it for themselves, also? Despite the angel obtaining it of his own efforts? Praise Madison Aurel, they've been bestowed a great blessing. They rush into the angel's bedroom, a space they've long since been welcome in, and immediately fixate on the contents of the bed.

”The dragon…they are so large,“ the warlock assesses in quiet awe, observing the sheer size of their new friend. Their fingers touch their chin and their eyes are literally sparkling with some variety of revealing magic as they examine it on other levels, following a deep curiosity to Know everything about it, of course. Andy steps closer, reaching out to learn more via touch, and Mads leans on the door watching while they pet every patch of fabric, play with every fin and claw, squeeze its limbs and tail, finally kneeling at the base of the bed to stare the stuffed dragon intensely in the sewn-on eyes. They're having a moment, trying to Understand this new and important addition to their life, and Know their True Name.

The angel doesn't question or judge their process, it's far too endearing to him, drawing a soft and steady smile from his tired face. He may not understand their thought process, but he knows how important this is to the little human, no longer of any conscious relation to someone he hates to think of; Andy's established plenty of their own associations by now. The nickname helps. They just remind him so much of his ward in behavior, it's easier to ignore the way their stare, fixed on him intently, sometimes makes his strings feel a little tighter around him. But they're happy, right now, and it makes him happy to see.

After several minutes of intense staring and thought, Andy nods to themselves, once, solemnly.

“Leofric.”

“Is that their name?” Mads raises an eyebrow, straightening up.

“That is the name he desires and deserves, yes. It means ”beloved king“. As he shall be.”

“A king, huh? What qualifies him as nobility here, was he voted in? Founded the kingdom?”

“As with many rulers who have historically claimed, to various levels of accuracy, to have been designated rulers by a divine messenger bestowing such power upon them personally, so shall Leofric receive a celestial's blessing and the right to rule from an inarguable source.”

As they explain, Andy stands up and moves back over to Mads Aurel, taking him by the hand and tugging him over to the bed, still very serious. They position him in front of the dragon, looking up at the angel expectantly.

If anyone can play along, it's Mads, but he does need to take a moment to figure out what he can do here that means jack shit. It takes him a second to remember he has more literal than usual divine magic at his fingertips. Raising both hands, Madison Aurel mutters a spell, a golden glow enveloping his fingers and, in a shining aura, Leofric and Andy. The latter looks from their glowing hands to their dragon to Mads, wide-eyed at the power and authority they see in him. It doesn't make him uncomfortable anymore, they mean well, and it feels nice to meet their expectations sometimes.

“Leofric, son of Rose, I declare you the rightful king and ruler of..“ He raises an eyebrow at Andy, and without speaking they send him a mental prompt. ”..the kingdom of the Safest Room, and all the lands and creatures within. May you rule with compassion, wisdom, and, a perpetually comforting presence. And, Andy, child of Hinata, I declare you the king's chosen steward, guard, and cuddle buddy, a bond made unbreakable by the divine blessing I've given you both. Do you accept this position?”

They stare in awe at this unexpected involvement and personal assigned task, but nod respectfully, hands shaking in front of them with semi-contained excitement. “I do, and I declare my eternal devotion to the king, and his divine patron.“ Dramatically, they kneel before him; Mads isn't sure how serious they're being, but after an awkward second he gestures them back to their feet.

”How was that, is Leofric nice and officiated now?“

”He very much is, I express my deep gratitude for your contribution. And- oh, my goodness, it did not occur to me.” Andy suddenly moves forward to hug Mads, feeling smaller than usual in this position, due to his literal height increase. He doesn't flinch, but hugs them back, looking down curiously.

“Thank you, Uncle Mads Aurel, thank you very much for providing access to this rather frivolous desire of mine, it means more to me than I am capable of clearly expressing.”

“I dunno, kid, it's perfectly clear to me,” Mads chuckles, rustling their curly hair. “It's not frivolous, I'm sure he'll bring you a lot of joy. You're very welcome. Now, let me give you a hang getting it back to your room because it's literally taller than you are.”

“That will not be necessary, I must adapt to transporting him regularly.” With that confidently established, Andy hefts Leofric up and off the bed, instantly concealed behind his plush mass. Mads watches them go like an ant with an entire marshmallow out his bedroom door, removing the king to his new domain and closing the door behind them with a deftly wedged foot.

#((a belated scene i was meaning to write but that i'm quite proud of! #((it's very cute :) #action #No Strings (ic) #learningeye #viewed ooc

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

chocolate ganache, caramel, white chocolate, fluff filling 🥺💛

I'm choosing to be quirky and use three wips for this one. The Divine, because of course, A Guardian's Tale, and Realm of Mirrors, because they've been on my mind lately

Chocolate Ganache: what made you start writing this wip ? was it a trope ? a vibe ? a character ?

I initially got the idea for The Divine back in I think 2019, when I was watching Go Princess Precure. I've always loved magical girl shows, but like I've said had trouble identifying with it. And so I thought, why don't we just make them boys ? And here we are today !

AGT came about in 2015. I was watching some show with toys that came alive, and there was some talk about how they each represented one of the elements. I found that really cool and so made a story were four kids were given small animal figurines that gave them elemental powers. Then it spiraled lmfao

RoM can about mainly because I wanted to try and write a cast with more girls than boys pffft

Caramel: tell me a bit about your favorite scene, and why it’s your favorite.

Ooooo this is a hard one. I think as of right now, it's a tie between Andie's kidnapping, the encounters with the Messangers, and the Abyss Trials.

Andie's kidnapping is very neat because if The Divine was a show then that scene would be the ending of an episode. It goes from hopefull, with the boys undoing their locks and getting their Aetherium restored. And then Arahmen arrives, breaks the key before Andie can use it, and then just disappears with them.

The scenes with the Messamgers are all cool, because they're the only times we get even close to Cosmia and Ome. And they're all set in alternate planes, the space between divinity and mortality. Their first time with the Iri Wolf is also funny because the boys are calling it names for killing their Lumens and the Wolf is just like ??? I was doing my job ???

The Abyss Trials are fun because I get to torment the boys but also give them euphoric realizations about themselves lol

There are a lot of cools scenes in AGT, but the most iconic one has to be Robin killing Eden. It's a very intense scene that functions as Robin's absolute lowest point in the series. As well as a way for him to get out some pent up anger, because boy's been through a lot. He didn't do anything wrong tho, Eden is an inconsiderate asshole who basically triggered Robin's psychosis so, yeah.

My favorite RoM scene is the climax of the second book. There's a lot going on that I can't really mention because spoilers. But yeah, it gets really heavy.

White Chocolate: tell me a bit about the happiest moment in your wip.

While I don't think it's the happiest over all, the boys realizing that their Lumes are back is up there. The post battle scenes are more soft, but I'm still going to count them.

Definetly the post final battle scene. It's a very intense and emotional scene with a lot of crying and hugging, and it's this overwhelming understanding of "It's over and we're alive." that brings it all together.

Funnily enough, the happiest scene in RoM is the first scene in book one. It's downhill from there. That's not me saying there are no happy moments, but the first scene is of Emil returning to his hometown the the gang being back together again. Kinda hard to beat even without the bullshit about to come.

Fluff Filling: tell me a bit about the softest relationship in your wip.

The relationship between the main boys, no doubt. While the dynamics differ between them, they're brothers and should not be separated. Like, again the post battle scenes where they patch up each others wounds and talk about anything and everything besides the battle. I'm very weak <3

For AGT there are many but I'm giving it to Amber and Louise. Just two neurodivergent girls slowly realizing they're in love and then panic because how do you flirt ?? Like most of their interactions are them fumbling around and trying to impress each other. Trying to be cool and not stim too much because that might be wierd, and they think they're failing so hard but are actually making each other fall in love even more. I love then lots <3

Softest relationship in RoM is most likely Emil and Tess. They've known each other the longest, they're both never in charge of the group's braincell, they're both in awe of everything they see. And spoilers, but Emil's final 'speech' is between him and Tess. So yeah, they <3

#ask game #wip : The Divine #wip : A Guardians Tale #wip : Realm of Mirrors

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 50 - A red string tied between they hearts.

Episode 6

Late evening they were all 4 drunk and at good mood. Worries seemed far away, and with that a sense of freedom. They had all agreed to take it to Malou's room and pump up the music after a late dinner, and since then, a lot of dancing had unfolded. Including some flirting. And a tad jealousy here and there, overshadowed by a bunch of selfies.

Andy: It was just before midnight he disappeared. Knowing he might have a chance with Dalton should probably have settled him, but now, more than ever, watching Dalton and Malou dance close and kiss, made him yearn for it to be him instead. He needed some air. So he went outside, lit a cig, and climbed the roof of his red Ford Mustang Boss. He laid there few minutes, observing the stars, listening to the distant music from the party inside the house. When suddenly he heard footsteps heading in his direction

Dalton: He slowly walked towards Andy, a bit nervous. It was as if suddenly a tension had built between them. Not negative. But highly charged. The old dance about who makes the first move, and when? He slowly climbed up on the hood of the car and laid down on his side, observing Andy you disappeared… are you alright?

Andy: Mh he turned his head and looked at Dalton lightly drunk…

Dalton: He chuckled soft Me too… a bit more than lightly…. okay… a lot more he snorted

Andy: Maybe I'm not too far behind he chuckled hoarse but he said and sat up straight, taking a last drag of his cig before flicking it off the roof never too drunk to dance on the top of my roof! he quickly got up and reached a hand to Dalton

Dalton: He laughed amused oh no! You go ahead, but I'm not as light on my feet as you are!

Andy: He smirked cheekily, and instead of answering started dancing around, showing off some of his best moves he could fit within the limits of the small roof

Dalton: He laid observing Andy for a while, before his wrist started hurting from holding his head, and he rolled to his back instead, observing the stars

Andy: He noticed quick that he had lost Dalton's attention, but wasn't prepared to give up just yet, so he quickly jumped down on the hood of the car Come he reached a hand towards Dalton

Dalton: The alcohol had definitely kicked in by now, the colder night air had made it feel almost twice as much as it was inside, so as he sat up, he sorta for a moment lost orientation and ended up turning around himself

Andy: He chuckled soft Here!

Dalton: He noticed the hand above him and reached up, placing his own hand in Andy's

Andy: He quickly dragged him up and helped him up on the roof There's a better view from up here!

Dalton: He looked around a bit, trying to find his balance

Andy: Woah he grabbed onto Dalton's hips as he tilted a bit Try to stay up here though.

Dalton: He chuckled cheekily I'll try to stay on top this time

Andy: He chuckled a bit awkward, not sure if Dalton was too drunk or actually flirting with him, but before he could get to ask, the sound of Malou and Raven joining them on the street, interrupted him Dammit!

Malou: Riding on Raven's back, laughing loudly Not so fucking fast! I'm gonna fall off!!!

Raven: Laughing Then hold on!!!

Andy: He suddenly noticed it had started to rain. Just a couple drops here and there, but definitely enough to make the roof less safe to climb around on. Normally he wouldn't give many shits about it, but he was worried of Dalton potentially slipping, so he quickly turned around to look after him

Dalton: He was standing at the edge, swinging his arms, kinda spacing out

Andy: Dalton…

Dalton: Mh? he shook his head and looked at Andy

Andy: What are you thinking about?

Dalton: He grinned cheekily that I have to piss.

Andy: He snorted soft Want me to help you down?

Dalton: ….

Andy: Or pull your fucking pants down and do it here he chuckled hoarse just don't piss yourself! He walked a couple steps away and sat down with his back against Dalton, trying to grand him a bit of "privacy". Sure they had seen each other piss before, but, since last nights escapades, that ball had once again been returned to Dalton's side, and it would be up to him if he would still be comfortable with that.

Dalton: About 10 seconds went by it's getting on your window

Andy: He turned to look at Dalton pissing down his back window Well you could have fucking turned slightly left and pissed down on the fucking ground instead! He laughed amused fucking good thing it's raining!

Dalton: It's raining? he looked up at the sky

Raven: He suddenly also jumped up on the car, wanting selfies and such

Andy: As Raven and Malou few minutes later started walking down the street, enjoying a casual stroll, he was once again left alone with Dalton on the roof

Dalton: By now looking at the stars, momentarily lost

Andy: Observing Dalton, butterflies swirling in his stomach, nervously trying to gather courage to try to go for a kiss. It wouldn't be the first time they had kissed after all. Dalton had kissed him twice in the past, and Andy had kissed him back once. It had never been over anyones line. Sure it had been soft quick pecks, and that was exactly what he was planning to go for now. If Dalton would want more, he'd only have to lean into it. Dalton.. he stepped a little closer

Dalton: mh? He looked questioning at Andy

Andy: Stepping as close as he could get, slowly reaching up, gently caressing Dalton's cheek, just about to lean in

Raven & Malou: Scream singing The Beatles It's been a hard days night!

Dalton: Shouting back And I've been working like a do-ooog!!

Raven & Malou: It's been a hard days night!!

Dalton: I should be sleeping like a lo-og!

Andy: Oh for fuck sake!

Malou: Running back towards the car But when I get home to you

Dalton: jumping off the roof I find the things that you do

Malou: Jumping into Dalton's arms

Dalton: easily catching her as she landed against him

Both: Will make me feel a-alright!

Andy: Kicking a leaf off his roof, grumbling to himself

Raven: Casually hanging out on top of a nearby lamp post, observing the scene below

Andy: He jumped off the car and started kicking a few pebbles around, contemplating if he should call it quits for the night or head back inside to get utterly wasted

Malou: Hey! Raven! Dance with me! she pointed at the roof of the car

Raven: He quickly landed on the roof, reaching a hand down to her Mi lady!

Malou: She chuckled amused and grabbed his hand, allowing him to drag her up, and instantly started dancing with him as she landed safely on the red roof

Andy: Shook his head lightly, still feeling jealous about the whole Beatles musical, when suddenly he realised Dalton was missing??? He looked around, unable to spot him anywhere, so he quickly walked around the car, noticing Dalton laying few meters away on the ground, an arm covering his eyes. He quickly walked up to him what on earth are you doing?!

Dalton: Trying to watch the stars…but it's raining! I got drops in my eyes he slurred

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely Get up, you'll get a cold!

Dalton: Drunk moaning

Andy: He lifted a foot and lightly planted it on Dalton's thigh, stepping softly Hey, get up, let's head inside!

Dalton: … He suddenly sat up fast I have to piss again!

Andy: He blinked a couple extra times Okay… Drunky McDrunkison he chuckled hoarsely and once again reached a hand towards Dalton Let me help you up then!

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and allowed Andy to drag him up you know.. you're drunk too he poked Andy's chest a couple times as they stood face to face, then suddenly seemed to once again space out

Andy: …. you okay?

Dalton: …… many muscles

Andy: … he chuckled soft what?

Dalton: ……. He suddenly shook his head and backed away, quickly heading down the street

Andy: He turned and looked after Dalton, then it hit him. He pressed a hand against the spot Dalton had just been poking Oh it's fucking on now! he bit his bottom lip as he realised Dalton was definitely into him! And hurried after him down the street Hey!

Dalton: He looked a bit lost at Andy as he caught up with him and spun around himself a couple times

Andy: He chuckled hoarse Yeah, you just passed your own house man! he chuckled again

Dalton: He shrugged lightly and walked to a flower wall in the middle of the street, and without warning unzipped his pants and started pissing on the wall

Andy: He laughed soft and walked closer When in Rome! quickly unzipping his own pants

It didn't take many seconds before the others caught up with them, there were a couple more selfies shot and Malou balanced on the side of the flower wall that wasn't wet, before they all finally found their way back into the warmth of the house, but not until Malou had remarked that the flowers and trees had sprung early this year! Well knowing Raven had to have had something to do with it. Perhaps a way to try to draw attention. Back inside they all danced some for a long time, drinking more, laughing more, getting caught up in simply letting lose and having fun! And as the night progressed, and beers were steadily emptied, at the very least one person, started to become more and more affectionate.

Dalton: You know he shouted over the music I really really like you!

Andy: Happy smile, not quite knowing what to do with himself and if he should take the chance or not?!

Dalton: Leaning in, squeezing his face against Andy, wrapping an arm around his neck You smell soooo good!!!

Andy: Chuckling happily So do you!

Compliments lead to flirting, flirting lead to more dancing, and suddenly Malou noticed Raven was gone, and since a couple minutes went by and he didn't return yet, she decided to go look for him. She grabbed a couple empty bottles and headed downstairs, having a feeling she might find him in the kitchen. And she did.

Malou: There you are! She spoke warmly as she walked into the kitchen

Raven: Yes, here I am. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking a beer

Malou: She placed the empty bottles and jumped up to sit next to him Too much Andy and Dalton flirting?

Raven: He nodded softly Something like that.

Malou: why don't you give it another try?

Raven: He sighed soft And compete with the peacock? Nah he shook his head lightly

Malou: You know, you're very good at giving the advice of putting yourself first. But you're not very good at taking the advice.

Raven: He snorted soft I know. It's one of my flaws.

Malou: The way I see it is, he's not the only bird here… you have wings too… how about you spread them a little? she smiled encouraging you have told Dalton you like him, so far, that didn't give you much… how about you show him now?

Raven: I don't want to overwhelm him, more than I already did.

Malou: No, I get that, I really do, and I agree. But I am also worried about my friend when I see his head hanging. She sighed soft Dalton is used to a pretty chaotic lifestyle… my guess is we should all worry a little less, and put some faith in him, and the fact that he will most likely adapt faster than any of us assume, including himself. she shrugged lightly he's pretty strong. Yes he has a sensitivity to him as well, and he should from time to time be wrapped in blankets and protected… but… who could be better at doing that, than the people who loves him? And the way I see it is… the more love the better, right?

Raven: He nodded soft and emptied his beer you might be right.

Malou: She chuckled softly Might?

Raven: Okay… you ARE right… and I'll take the advice… but in my own speed… and with caution…

Malou: she nodded lightly fair enough… as long as you do something!

Raven: So bossy! He chuckled soft and placed a kiss on her temple thank you though, I appreciate both the advice and the offer of sharing him, I know that isn't easy.

Malou: She nodded soft you're welcome.

Raven: He jumped off the counter and offered his hand Aye! Better get to it then! Need a lift?

Malou: She chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand, then jumped off the counter, wrapping her arms around him Beam me up, Scotty!

Raven: As they landed in Malou's room, only Andy was there, dancing on his own Hey! Where's Dalton?

Andy: Bathroom!

Raven: Oh! he disappeared

Andy: He frowned soft and stopped dancing

Malou: Come on, don't hang your head like that.

Andy: He sighed deep I feel like I am compeeting with a demon…

Malou: She nodded soft Because you are.

Andy: Thanks a lot! Not very helpful!

Malou: I know Andy she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and slowly dragged him towards her couch to sit down with her But I have a feeling there will be more than plenty for all of us, if we're just a little patient.

In the hallway

Raven: He was waiting, his back leaned against Malou's shut door, as Dalton entered the hallways from the bathroom

Dalton: He chuckled surprised what are you doing here?

Raven: Waiting for you…

Dalton: Oh? You needed to go to the toilet? He pointed backwards with his thumb

Raven: No. I wanted to talk to you. Ask you how you're doing? A lot has been dumped on your plate, and I wanted to make sure you're alright?

Dalton: He smiled soft contemplating a bit, then nodded I'm okay. It's a lot, yes… but not in a negative way. I mean… he shrugged lightly it's nice to know you're liked… right?

Raven: He nodded soft Of course.

Dalton: He slowly walked closer to Raven, stopping right in front of him, looking at him with a soft, insecure, but somewhat cheeky smile May I he pointed at the door behind Raven

Raven: You may he smirked for a small entry fee.

Dalton: He squinted his eyes lightly and looked at Raven suspeciously And what would that fee be?

Raven: A hug.

Dalton: His face lit up lucky for you, I love giving hugs!

Raven: He smiled warm and satisfied and spread his arms out to the side, welcoming Dalton into the hug

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and walked into the hug, wrapping his arms around Raven

Raven: He sighed soft from pleasure of finally feeling Dalton close and took a deep breath of his scent

Dalton: You smell good he mumbled against Raven

Raven: His face lit up So do you.

Dalton: …. They stood like that quite a while till Dalton finally took a deep breath and walked back out of the hug I'm sorry, it's not that I don't… it was really nice…. I really liked it… I'm just he frowned soft and blushed

Raven: Getting horny and needing your boyfriend.

Dalton: His eyes got wide ….. you can read minds too?

Raven: He chuckled lightly No. But I felt your boner towards the end.

Dalton: Awkward chuckle Yeah… uh yeah….

Raven: You should give him a call then

Dalton: He sighed soft He's with Sam, he had a nightmare… it wouldn't be fair, he has to be alone then. I just miss Adrian… a lot… things has been… different after everything with Sam.

Raven: He nodded soft

Dalton: I finally got to see him today, but then Sam called and he said he might come back later tonight, but now it's almost 2am… he sighed soft I really really want him, and I'm sure I shouldn't even say that to you and all but…. yeah I shouldn't, I don't even know why I tell you all this, I'm sorry.

Raven: It's perfectly alright, Dalton he smiled softly I can handle it.

Dalton: … you don't get jealous?

Raven: I do. But not that easy he smiled soft I better go pee though he pointed at the bathroom door and stepped away from Malou's door You're free to go inside he winked

Dalton: Blushing lightly, then he quickly escaped back into Malou's room. His heart pounding a little, his cheeks feeling warm. He shook his head, trying to shake the feeling, but couldn't help but smirk a bit at the fact that Raven seemed to be getting under his skin.

Raven: In the bathroom he quickly dialed a number

Adrian: He picked up on 3rd ring Raven? he whispered softly hang on. Sound of footsteps and a creaking door Sorry he spoke normal now, though still a bit low Sam just fell asleep. I didn't want to wake him.

Raven: I'm sorry to call so late

Adrian: No no, it's alright. Is everything okay?

Raven: Yes.. however, long story short, I'm at Malou and Dalton's… we've all had a lot to drink, everything is fine, so don't worry, I just have a boy over here who really misses you… and I think he's more than ready for you two to finally take it to the next level. As a matter of fact I suggest you do so, unless you want Andy to pop it once again.

Adrian: Low growl Don't talk about him like that!

Raven: You're right, and I don't really want to, but I need to paint a picture to make it clear to you that you need to pull yourself together on this one and stop over protecting him.

Adrian: Fine. But I can't leave Sam alone again, it wouldn't be fair. If he wakes up again he's completely alone, after I said I would stay.

Raven: You could call Niyol.

Adrian: Deeper growl

Raven: He chuckled soft fair enough. He sighed lightly Give me a moment… he quickly pondered about it alright… listen. You'll head to your place and make it romantic… yes, you have to! You pull out all the guns on this one! While you do that, I slowly prepare everyone else here without giving anything away. When you are ready, I can drop Andy off at Sam's, then neither of those two are alone. And then I can drop Dalton off at your place, and return here to help Malou clean up and stay with her. This way no one loses out and no one has to go to bed alone and sad. Would that be reasonable?

Adrian: ….. okay.

Raven: He nodded confirming Take your time. Make it count! And call me when you're ready.

Adrian: Raven…

Raven: Yes?

Adrian: … thank you.

Raven: He smiled softly You can thank me next time you and I get to be alone.

Adrian: Soft snort I'm hanging up now.

Raven: I'd be surprised if you wouldn't. *As they hung up, Raven quickly peed, washed hands and walked back into Malou's room. Sorta bumping into Dalton on the way. I've talked with your boyfriend and come up with a plan. He has a couple things to take care of, and once he's done, he'll call me and I will drop you off at his place to spend the night. I'll drop Andy off at Sam's so those two wont be alone, and I'll come back here to stay with Malou, so no one is left behind. That way you can finally get to spend the night with Adrian *he smiled soft*

Dalton: Jaw drop, starring at Raven with open mouth, trying to process

Raven: …. soft chuckle

Dalton: …….

Raven: Take your time…

Dalton: Seeing Raven in a new light… smitten… blushing….a touch of swirly butterflies in his stomach, a goofy smile tucking at his lips

Raven: Definitely noticing, rasing an eyebrow as he spoke in a lower more intimate voice now is not the time.

Dalton: For what?

Raven: Falling for me he smirked lightly you have an important date soon.

Dalton: Blushing bright red as he noticed himself, quickly trying to focus on something else

Raven I'll go tell the others

Dalton: No! He leaned closer towards Raven what if it's just the beer?

Raven: He chuckled amused first of, it's not just the beer he answered with a confident smirk secondly, I meant about my plan.

Dalton: Oh blushing even more, fumbling awkwardly with his hands

Raven: No more beer now though, it wouldn't be a crime if you sobered up a bit before your big night he winked and walked away, heading for Malou

Dalton: …. *chuckling with a mix of surprise and happiness, what a turn of events! And Adrian had actually agreed to!!!! *He bit his bottom lip and quickly put his beer down on the nearest surface, standing a bit locked in place, just smiling dumb at the floor, till he finally managed to walk closer to Malou's desk and grab a pack of cigs, lighting one. He took only a drag before someone walked up next to him, and stopped literally shoulder against shoulder with Dalton. His stomach fluttered again.*

Raven: everything is in motion, we are simply waiting to hear from Adrian now. I kept it delicate of course. Malou knows why you're going, and she's okay with it. And Andy knows only that you are going cause Adrian didn't make it back here.

Dalton: He nodded soft, a strong urge to touch Raven, to connect, wawing through his body, making him buzz with electricity

Raven: He stood still for a moment, enjoying the buzzing anticipation, which judging by Dalton's face, he was surely also feeling! Then he slowly reached out, just his hand, barely moving, to keep it a secret moment between the two of them. Simply and very lightly, brushing a finger against Dalton's hand. Then another.

Dalton: He sighed soft from the tickly sensations spreading through his body, scared to break the spell if he moved. He closed his eye, smiling soft, and allowed himself to get lost in the intimate exchange for just a brief moment, as he himself brushed a finger against Raven's hand.

Raven: He smiled soft and looked at Dalton with a warm gaze I want you to enjoy yourself tonight he spoke warm and calming

Dalton: I will he nodded slow

Raven: We'll meet up one day soon, I promise.

Dalton: He nodded confirming

Malou: Oi! You two! Why don't you join us up here?

Raven: He quickly stepped away from Dalton and looked towards Malou and Andy sitting on her bunk bed, then in an instant landed next to her, smiling back down at Dalton

Dalton: He took a deep breath, then quickly climbed the bunk and found a free space on the other side of Andy, settling there.

They all sat on the bed, losely talking, legs dangling off the side for at least 15 minutes

Dalton: His head was slowly starting to nod, so he kicked off his boots, dragged his feet up in bed and leaned his back against Andy, thinking a power nap might be good to gather a bit of energy before Adrian's call. But he only closed his eyes for a couple minutes before Raven's phone rang

Raven: He nodded at everyone and looked at Dalton He's ready.

Dalton: He nodded confirming, his heart starting to beat a little faster from anticipation. He quickly crawled towards Raven, and gave Malou a hug on the way

Malou: Have fun she spoke in a warm voice and kissed him gently

Dalton: He nodded soft, smiled at Andy and then turned towards Raven I'm ready too

Raven: He nodded confirming, then wrapped his arms around Dalton, nodding at the others I'll be right back.

Dalton: They landed in Adrian's living room, his fingers dug into Raven's chest I uhh

Adrian: He stood up slow from his couch and walked up to them, smiling warmly at both of them

Dalton: He quickly let go of Raven and took a couple steps back

Raven: Soft smile

Adrian: May I talk with you for a while?

Dalton: I uh have to pee anyway, he hurried and headed for the door*

Adrian: He sighed soft as they were alone Are you sure he's ready? I mean I definitely am! But…I'm also… nervous!

Raven: He smiled soft at Adrian He's more than ready, I guarantee you. Stop worrying. He grabbed Adrian's hands, stroking them lightly with his thumbs Just take it slow, everything will be alrigt.

Adrian: I know…he sighed soft but it still feels like the very first time.

Raven: And it is, for Dalton.

Adrian: He frowned soft

Raven: He shook his head lightly Don't let that get to you. He remembers very little. I'm sure it will still feel like first time for him. Specially if you allow it to he smiled soft and encouraging

Adrian: He nodded soft and he's not too-

Raven: No, he's barely tipsy by now. Apparently it more or less sobered him up, hearing that you were up he chuckled lightly

Adrian: He shook his head lightly at Raven's choice of words

Raven: Right, I better head back and give you two the privacy you deserve he smiled soft

Adrian: He nodded soft and leaned in, kissing Raven lovingly

Raven: He leaned into the kiss, returning it with the same amount of love

Adrian: Thank you he spoke as they parted a moment later I'll see you tomorrow.

Raven: He nodded confirming Have fun… I'll see you tomorrow and then he was gone.

Adrian: He sighed soft as Raven left and wondered if he'd ever be able to hold onto a partner more than 5 minutes, but thankfully his thoughts got interrupted as Dalton came back into the house

Dalton: He smiled soft and shy I washed myself a bit…

Adrian: He smiled warm and walked closer to Dalton, grabbing one of his hands, squeezing it lightly You didn't have to, I like you just the way you are

Dalton: He only became more shy from the compliment and somewhat ducked his head, though still facing Adrian I'm really nervous… why does this feel like first time? he chuckled nervously even my hands are trembling and my heart is pounding!

Adrian: I know he nodded lightly mine too.

Dalton: Really? he asked surprised you look so confident!

Adrian: He chuckled soft I'm not he leaned a little closer, wrapping his arms around Dalton, trying to calm the both of them, their hearts pounding nervously against each others, now they were chest against chest As long as you aren't scared… he spoke in a soft warm voice

Dalton: No. I'm not he answered soft and sighed to calm himself, though it didn't wormk much I trust you…… and I want you.

Adrian: He nodded lightly I definitely want you too!… it was never about that, just to be clear.

Dalton: Soft nod I know.

Adrian: He paused a short moment to gain courage and to not rush it all, before he spoke in a warm, inviting voice I made everything ready upstairs… should we take it up there instead?

Dalton: He nodded quick and gave Adrian a small squeeze before he let go, blushing lightly as he were once again facing the slightly Taller man. I would like that…

Adrian: Confirming nod Come with me he smiled soft and walked to the ladder, insisting Dalton climb it first

Dalton: As he reached the bedroom, he saw why. Adrian had arranged the room with candle light everywhere, not too many, just enough. The bed was dimmed in a yellow flickering candle light, and the room had a soothing warm earthy scent, undoubtedly one of the many candles, perhaps multiple? The sheets looked clean and the comforter even fluffier than usual. And on the bedside table were bottles of water and a tube of something Dalton assumed would be lube. He sighed with surprise and excitement from the view, and the fact that Adrian had went through the trouble This is fucking amazing! I'm not sure I deserve all this he chuckled as he turned to face Adrian but thank you.

Adrian: You deserve it all, and so much more he spoke low and warm, wrapping his arms back around Dalton, drawing him into a soft and tender, yet deep and longing kiss

Dalton: He moaned surprised and felt himself instantly melt in Adrian's arms

Adrian: He moaned soft and slowly started walking Dalton towards his bed, without force, without separating their lips, gently guiding, making sure Dalton wouldn't feel any pressure. As they reached Adrian's bed, he slowly started undressing Dalton, while their kissing slowly started heating up. Still nervous, a bit fumbling here and there, soft nervous chuckles in between, innocently searching, gentle moans of anticipation and pleasure. Dalton awkwardly assisting getting Adrian's clothes off. And as they were both standing naked on the floor, he slowly tilted them towards his bed, and they fell into it, light as feathers, still kissing and caressing each others bodies Are you okay? He asked after a good while of kissing and caressing

Dalton: He chuckled soft, by now having a permanent blush on his cheeks Yeah… I'm more than okay he nodded down himself, where his boner stood tall, hard and more than inviting

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Adrian: Mmmh he planted a couple soft kisses and nibbles on the side of Dalton's neck and grabbed his own boner, then leaned closer against Dalton, trapping Dalton's boner in the same hand, stroking the two of them together

Dalton: He sighed steamy air out and nodded soft Mmh-yeahh

Adrian: He found his way back to Dalton's lips, their kiss quickly heating up to a juicy French kiss

Dalton: A steamy moan escaped him, their tongues tied together in a kiss so full of love and desire, that he in this moment couldn't remember ever having been kissed like that before.

Adrian: His hands were still slightly trembling, but he knew what he was doing, as he slow and gentle started caressing Dalton's cheek with his free hand, wanting to grand him both pleasure and comfort at the same time.

Dalton: And it worked. He slowly felt himself melt into the mattress beneath him, his body heat rising and his skin tingling, begging to be touched by Adrian.

Adrian: I love you so much he whispered against Dalton's lips

Dalton: I love you too! he sighed eagerly

Adrian: I'm sorry I made you wait this long

Dalton: A soft moan escaping him It's alright… we are here now…

Adrian: He once again started kissing and nibbling his way down Dalton's neck, taking his time, adding a few licks here and there. Slow and soft, taking his time to taste Dalton and shower him with as much love as he deserved.

Dalton: Soft pants, moans, shivers, gasps and sighs, all rolled through him, and the further down his body Adrian came, the heavier his breathing became. His back arching every time it was extra good.

Adrian: He made his way down to the soft trail of hair, reaching from Dalton's pubic hair to right below his belly button. Planting soft kisses down the trail, licking it gently. Then slow but steady planting soft licks, nibbles and kisses round the root of his dick, and also his inner thighs as good as he could reach from his position

Dalton: His legs slowly started spreading, granting Adrian more space, hoping for him to lay between, his moans and sighs heating up as well as his body, a light dew forming on parts of his body.

Adrian: He took the invitation and swiftly crawled between Dalton's legs, fluttering his tongue over Dalton's thighs, nibbling and sucking the skin more eagerly now that he had more space. A searching finger trailing over Dalton's balls and up the shaft of his dick, gently circling the very tip as it found the tip already slippery from a bit of pre-cum.

Dalton: He moaned deep and longing at the fingers caressing and arched his back, longing to feel Adrian so much closer!

Adrian: He stretched lightly upwards and buried his face in Dalton's crotch, showering his balls with the most gentle kisses and licks Dalton had ever felt, gently sucking them one by one, before his tongue and lips started tracing the extra soft and delicate skin of Dalton's dick.

Dalton: Long sighing moan of pleasure, his arms and chest bathed in goose bumps. His fingers digging into the sheets below him, feeling at once electrified yet completely melted, as if all his muscles had turned to mush.

Adrian: He kept licking, nibbling and sucking lightly up and down Dalton's dick, taking his sweet time, before he once again returned to Dalton's balls, giving them another round of love and attention, before he slowly started moving further down.

Dalton: A surprised gasp escaped him as Adrian fluttered his tongue over Dalton's hole and he instantly grabbed Adrian's closest hand, squeezing it tight

Adrian: He right away lifted his head, looking at Dalton with a concerned frown Is it too much? he asked in a caring tone

Dalton: No he chuckled shyly it was weird… but…. good weird he smirked lightly and bit his bottom lip

Adrian: A warm smile spread on his lips, then he slowly lowered his head again, fluttering his tongue over Dalton's hole yet again

Dalton: He gasped again, this time a bit deeper, his eyes locking on the ceiling, a warm wave of pleasure rushing over him Mhh

Adrian: He leaned a little closer and started licking and kissing Dalton's hole more rapidly, but keeping it light and sweet, not wanting to overwhelm him and come on too strong.

Dalton: every lick and every kiss was so intense, a sweet tickly sensation spreading through his lower torso, his body slowly starting to twitch and squirm from the intense pleasure Adrian was providing him.

Adrian: The more Dalton squirmed the more eager his licks became and after few minutes, he reached out a hand, but unable to move he slowly lifted his head and looked at Dalton sorry, can you please pass me the lube?

Dalton: The lube? he looked at Adrian as if he barely knew what day it was

Adrian: He pointed towards the bedside table The tube

Dalton: Tube?… he turned his head slowly oh he quickly reached out and grabbed the tube, reaching the lube to Adrian

Adrian: Thank you he smiled soft and opened the tube, squirting a bit out into his hand

Dalton: What's the flavor? a brief memory of some cinnamon lube and Adrian's bed, fluttered through his mind

Adrian: He gently started rubbing it all over his fingers and leaned back in, smirking up at Dalton Nothing… I prefer to taste you. And without warning, he returned to eating Dalton, this time adding a couple fingers slowly massaging the surrounding aread.

Dalton: A louder more surprised moan escaped him as the pleasure of the massage rolled through him, making him arch his back, once again digging his fingers into the sheets, craving so much more of the deep intimacy and pleasure Adrian was serving.

Adrian: He moaned deep from the pleasure of seeing Dalton take it so well, and enjoy it, welcome it. His fingers more eagerly massaging the hole, determined to make the upcoming entry as smooth as possible. He sighed soft against Dalton's wet skin and allowed himself to fully enjoy the moment, both happy and relieved to see and hear Dalton's positive reactions.

Dalton: His breathing had turned much heavier by now, his dick lightly twitching, a strong orgasm rolling through his body, and then, out of the blue and without warning, he came with a surprised moan, lifting his head lightly, to see the cum run down his shaft, and just behind it, his eyes connected with Adrian's in an intense 5 seconds gaze, before he fell back down on the bed with a slightly louder moan, his body burning with desire he had never felt like this before! The intense and undeniable need to feel Adrian inside himself.

Adrian: He quickly reached up, swiping his finger slowly over the cum, catching it all, he smiled satisfied and licked about half up, then used the rest to gently rub on Dalton's hole, this time noticing he had definitely losened up and was ready, as the very tip of the finger started slipping in on it's own. So he took the chance, adding a bit of pressure and watched with hungry eyes, as his finger slowly slipped inside Dalton Mmhh

Dalton: Another surprised gasp escaping him and he once again grabbed for Adrian's free hand, as a bit of panic set in. Not a negative panic, but more the realisation that something was inside him. A finger. Adrian's finger. And it felt nothing less than amazing! A soft welcoming moan escaping him.

Adrian: He looked up at Dalton to try to read his body language, and although he wasn't looking at Adrian, it was easy to understand, that so far he was on board. So Adrian slowly wiggled his finger inside Dalton.

Dalton: Oh! His eyes instantly found their way to Adrian's, a slow nod indicating Adrian were welcome to continue. He bit his bottom lip and let a soft surrendering moan escape, his fingers slipping between Adrian's, a wish to share a deeper love, intimacy and connection.

Adrian: He moaned soft and squeezed Dalton's hand, and without any hesitation, slowly started gliding his finger in and out of Dalton.

Dalton: Mmmmhhh-fuuuckhh he arched his back again and whispered in a soft hoarse voice fuck that feels so good!

Adrian: He smiled satisfied between his licks and kept the finger slow fucking Dalton, keeping it light, yet determined, allowing it to slip all the way in, once in a while wiggling it a bit, every time he couldn't reach in further

Dalton: Ssshhittt he moaned deep and once again arching his back, a drop of sweat running down his temple

Adrian: After a minute he upped his speed a bit, hooking his finger upwards, making sure to reach some extra sensitive angles

Dalton: His moans were growing rapid by now, deep, sweat starting to form on his lower belly and chest, another drop running off his temple

Adrian: He turned his wrist, hooking his finger downwards again, once more touching spots Dalton had never even dreamed existed

Dalton: Louder, surprised moans mixed with a few chuckles from the intense pleasure escaped him fucking don't stop! he chuckled overwhelmed with sexual desire and pleasure

Adrian: He moaned soft from Dalton's words, and without much further thougt, slipped a second finger inside him, upping his speed a little, so he was now finger fucking Dalton at a much more steady speed and rhythm

Dalton: A long relieved moan, his back arching again, his body shivering from pleasure Yessss!!! Deep moan Adrianhhh!!

Adrian: He moaned deep from hearing Dalton moan his name, and upped the speed a little further, making it a bit more demanding

Dalton: Oh yeahhh!! He moaned hoarsely and squeezed Adrian's fingers with his hole, as if his body was trying to suck them further in.

Adrian: He noticed Dalton's body's eagerness and leaned upwards, starting to eat Dalton's balls greedy

Dalton: Long surprised moans escaped him, a light cough as his voice broke on a moan

Adrian: Soft moan, heart racing, unable to hold back much longer, the need and want to be with Dalton, growing more intense by the second

Dalton: And so did Dalton's want and need for Adrian, till it finally exploded into a loud roaring internal orgasm, leaving Dalton's body trembling and jerking from the intense pleasure, unlike anything he had ever felt before

Adrian: He slowed down his fingers and slipped them out of Dalton, slowly climbing on top of the boy, stroking Dalton's cheek gently Are you okay? he asked in a soft voice full of love and care

Dalton: Yes he chuckled lightly from the intense pleasure, still dominating his body more than okay! he looked at Adrian through drowsy eyes, and wrapped his arms around Adrian's neck, kissing his lips soft and loving

Adrian: He sighed soft from the pleasure and taste of Dalton's lips, then smiled gently as their lips parted, observing Dalton for a brief moment, trying to decide if he was done or could handle more?

Dalton: What? He chuckled shyly

Adrian: He shook his head lightly I was trying to detirmine if you're done or if you can handle more?

Dalton: He chuckled a bit more shy and leaned his head against Adrian's shoulder, hiding for a moment to gather courage to answer I uh…. still need to feel…. all of you…. please…. I really want you his lips gently brushing against Adrian's salty shoulder as he breathed the words out against his skin

Adrian: He sighed soft with pleasure of hearing those words, feeling Dalton's soft lips tell me if it becomes too much he leaned in, kissing Dalton's hair gently, then let a hand travel down between their sweaty bodies, gently grabbing his own dick, pushing it lightly against Dalton's hole.

Dalton: A soft, slightly worried moan escaped him, but before nerves could get the best of him, he already felt Adrian slowly glide inside Him Ooohhhhhhhh-nnnghhh

Adrian: He made sure only about half of him entered Dalton at first, gently stroking his cheeks as he raised his upper torso slightly, to gaze down at Dalton with loving eyes Are you alright? he asked in a warm, caring tone

Dalton: He nodded eagerly, tears gathering in his eyes I love you so much!

Adrian: A big happy natural smile instantly painted on his face I love you too! Very much in fact!

Dalton: He chuckled lightly as a few happy tears rolled down his temples and stretched upwards, to reach Adrian's lips, kissing them so tender, pouring all his love and emotions into their lips

Adrian: He moaned soft and kissed back with the same love and affection, lingering in their kiss for a moment, before he very slowly pushed the rest of him inside Dalton

Dalton: A deep surrendering moan escaping him as he both felt and realized all of Adrian had made it's way inside him. His stomach full of butterfly tornadoes, Adrian was inside him!!!!!! Another deep moan escaping him, feeling his dick twitch and leak some more cum, his breathing turning slow and heavy, feeling as if his body had turned into melted gooey butter

Adrian: He very slow and careful started moving inside Dalton, keeping it ultra light and sweet, only moving a tiny bit in and out each time, perhaps just the length of his tip. Trying his best not to overwhelm Dalton with his size.

Dalton: He nodded soft against their lips and let another more steamy moan out, shivering lightly as he let his arms travel from Adrian's neck, to his arms, digging his fingers into Adrian's upper arms, holding onto Adrian for safety and comfort, a somewhat squeak escaping him as his mind fully processed what was happening, and how amazing it felt, sending heat waves through his body.

Adrian: He sighed soft from pleasure against Dalton's lips and nibbled them lightly, feeling an intense heat gather between them, by now also noticing things turning more sticky between them, specifically Dalton's boner trapped between them. Undoubtedly he had cum again, just a bit, but enough to confirm Adrian that he could continue, so he very lightly upped the speed, just a smidge.

Dalton: Nnnnghhhhhaaaahhhh he panted lightly as he parted their lips, but rested his forehead against Adrian's. You're…. soft little pants of steamy pleasure you're amazing! he gasped lightly, his hole body starting to tremble again, feeling as if he was about to burst into a thousand shooting stars!

Adrian: He sighed soft with pleasure and planted a soft loving kiss on Dalton's lips so are you…. I'm so in love with you, Dalton.

Dalton: He sighed shakily and tightened his grip on Adrian's upper arms, whimpering soft I'm gonna!!!

Adrian: He nodded agreeing and pressed his lips tighter against Dalton's, a soft groan escaping him as he allowed himself to release and cum

Dalton: He gasped surprised from the unfamiliar feeling, his lips parting as soft surprised moan of relief and release escaped him, and he came with a heavy sigh of pleasure

Adrian: He moaned soft as he felt Dalton cum, and slowed down his movements, coming to a halt within few seconds, and stroke Dalton's cheeks soothingly, planting a handful butterfly kisses on Dalton's lips, before he with a couple shaky pants, parted their lips and looked at Dalton with a warm, loving gaze Are you alright? he asked in a loving voice, once again stroking Dalton's cheek

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Dalton: He nodded confirming, a shy chuckle escaping him I am… much much more… than alright he chuckled between his panting, his heart running like a race horse are you kidding me? happy chuckling, his whole face lighting up, stars in his eyes, cheeks blushing bright

Adrian: Bursting out in a happy laughter, planting soft juicy kisses on Dalton's lips You're fucking magic!

Dalton: Happy laughing then you're a fucking wizard!!

They laid chuckling, kissing and caressing, till Adrian got fully soft and automatically slipped out of Dalton, and they ended up next to each other instead, Dalton snuggling in the nook of Adrian's arm, after they both drank a good amount of water

Dalton: He was gently caressing Adrian's chest, lost in observing his partner smoke a cigarette thank you.

Adrian: He turned his head, looking at Dalton with a loving gaze Thank YOU.

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and planted a soft kiss on Adrian's chest Kinda wanna smoke, but my whole body is like fucking jelly he snorted amused

Adrian: A soft smirk at the corners of his lips, as he reached out and held the cig towards Dalton's lips

Dalton: He lifted his head, taking a drag of the cig Thank you he chuckled lightly man I'm done! his head falling back down on Adrian's chest …. if I wasn't so tired….

Adrian: ….. if you weren't so tired… what?

Dalton: He managed to lift his head again, taking another drag of the cig I'm good, thanks!

Adrian: He returned the cig to his own lips, taking one last drag, before killing it in the ashtray next to him if you weren't so tired?

Dalton: He turned his head to look up at Adrian with a cheeky grin …. I'd ask for a second round, cause…. damn it was amazing!!!

Adrian: A wide grin spreading on his lips, then he leaned more towards Dalton's face, speaking in a low, aluring voice there's plenty where it came from….

Dalton: Mmhh he bit his bottom lip Kiss me

Adrian: He leaned in, kissing Dalton with warmth and passion, but keeping it on the softer side, no need to relight the fire right away when they were both more than spent. He stroke Dalton's cheek gently, then slowly parted the kiss, rolling to his side, so they now laid face to face. I'm glad you liked it

Dalton: He smiled soft and nodded I definitely did…. it was worth the wait! he chuckled lightly, then broke out in a yawn

Adrian: He chuckled soft, then yawned as well, wrapping an arm over Dalton's waist, gently stroking his back I love you, Dalton.

Dalton: Happy smile I love you too, Adrian.

They laid caressing each other for quite a while, before they eventually dozed off, happy, smiling, satisfied, and so full of love.

#unicorntales #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Dalton Red #Malou Jensen #Brandubh McKinney #Raven McKinney #Adrian Blackwood

[non-un-topo]

💔👀🦅🎶🎢🥺 !!!

Apple, thank you love! <333

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Oh boy, well I did a number with Dahlia back in the day. Haven't written angst quite like that in a while and I still feel the urge to write a happy kid fic as an apology. My brother spits blood. hurt in a different way, with all the Booker & Nicky brotherly feelings.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Ohhh okie. I have greatly missed writing weird mysterious horror-themed fics but I get shy, so I've tried not to pull my punches this time and just have fun. I can tell you that it will take place in Iceland, in the early 17th century and will address a significant point in the lives of the guard---rather, who is left of it. It will be Nicky's pov (for reasons I cannot yet say other than it having something to do with centrality and steadfastness in the group dynamic---okay I just explained it lol), and I'm hoping to put more horror elements into this one too (Nicky + horror is my special tea). For this fic I'm really exploring liminal space, daylight horror (w the midnight sun), renewal, the sense of being adrift and the urge to keep everything and everyone together. So, uhh. Angst. I'll say one more thing just because: There is an inciting incident that occurs before the plot begins. It's what ends up convincing them to take a break from their search for Quynh and settle on solid ground. It's also why I'm writing it in Nicky's pov and why he has this pervasive sense of losing his footing, or being sent adrift. 👀👀

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I outline like a beast. Usually I prefer to have the entire plot from start to finish outlined in bullet points before I start properly writing.

For my current wip I have three different documents and then the fic itself. Are the three documents comprehensible? Do they make sense? Are they more than just random philosophical thoughts and ideas and scattered research notes? Nah. But they get more organized with each new document lol. Sometimes, though, when the writing bug hits I just write a whole oneshot without planning too much.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do!! I have very specific songs for very specific moods. Sometimes soundtracks, sometimes opera or classical music, sometimes like... weird medieval music. For my current wip I've been listening to three main songs that encapsulate the whole vibe of the fic: Your Bones by OMAM, Familiar by Agnes Obel, and Caesar by The Oh Hellos.

I tend to listen to the same artists over and over, or sort of atmospheric instrumental stuff. I found this yesterday and it's really gotten me in the writing spirit!

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Honestly, Dying of the Light was a pretty insane experience, both in terms of writing and just its plot. I had thousands of words written, then scrapped almost all of it and re-wrote almost the whole thing in one sitting. I was up at 4am when I wrote the goat scene and I think I finished around 6. All its wild trippy moments come from the fact that I was literally losing my mind a bit at the time lol. Bad life circumstances, but it ended up being one of the fics I'm most proud of.

But in terms of plot only, I think Tangerine and Roc was kind of wild. It has a lot going on thematically and plot-wise, and has a longer word count.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I don't have a knack for fluff, but I think I might have a soft spot for that sort of casual, close and familiar family dynamic? Like I hadn't realized how many moments I'd written in which one of the queer quartet members is doing another one's hair until I read them all back lol.

Casual intimacy and platonic touches really get me in my feels. Specifically Andy's affection for any of the other characters (back of the neck touch my beloved). Dancing makes me feel insane, I love it and need to write more of it. Same with platonic cuddles. I definitely have a soft spot for pals sitting around a fire and drinking/dancing/laughing. Makes me feel alive <3 Like: Yes, that's family.

#ty apple beloved <333 #ask game #sage writes #maybe i spoiled too much about my wip but it's okie. nothing's really a spoiler

[purposefully-lost]

None of this is canon since I'm sure it'll probably actually happen in a thread later on and details will be different but dbsnDHDN I like making myself sad okay 😔💔

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There was a clock on the wall of the waiting room. The sound of it, the quiet, incessant tick, tick, tick.. seemed to fade in and out as Alex sat against the wall adjacent to it. He had his face in his hands, fighting to keep his leg from bouncing so he didn't make the energy of the room any more unbearable. Frank was sitting across the way from him, a stranger and her daughter tucked into the corner, and the air was unbearably quiet except for the occasional footsteps passing by and that stupid fucking clock. Alex wasn't sure where Catherine had disappeared off to and he didn't really care, so long as she didn't come back with another loaded gun to aim in his direction.

He thought he could still taste blood. He'd washed his mouth out as much as he could, he'd downed a soda from the vending machines to try and disguise it, but the slick feeling on his tongue and the metallic sting still remained. He found himself biting at on his own tongue, letting a sharp tooth piece skin just to see if the taste of his own blood could disguise the bite of Andy's, but it didn't help at all. Now he just had an aching mouth on top of an aching heart.

Tick, tick, tick. He sat back in his seat, closed his eyes, and tried to breathe. Andy would be fine. He was going to make it. One bullet wasn't going to kill him-- he was made of tougher stuff than that. He'd trained his whole life to hunt and to survive, and he'd used his own thick skull to love Alex despite it all. He'd spent their childhood brushing off scrapes and bruises of any caliber, he'd always been there to assure Alex that his own weren't all that bad. He was Andrew fucking Campbell and he--

When Andy had been shot, Alex had felt it. Abrupt, sudden, bright and painful. The world knocked out of view in a way that made Alex think of Andy's baseball games, the thwack of a bat swinging for a homerun. He had the feeling again, of a sudden, abrupt shock, but it wasn't pain that followed. There wasn't anything that followed.

Alex sat up a little, his brows furrowing as he tried to register what had happened. He didn't hurt, apart from his tongue. He could parse his own anxiety out from inside his chest, but other than that, there was nothing. No reason for that abrupt shift to have come over him. All it was, was...

Nothing.

"Andy?" His voice slipped out, soft and quiet, without him meaning to speak at all. It wasn't nothing, it was the lack of something. He'd known when Andy must've finally been knocked out for surgery- there'd been a heavy, sleepy weight in his head- but now it was gone. He felt light, unnaturally so, and his chest was hollow. He could feel drool pooling in his mouth as he stared slackjawed into the space ahead of him, his eyes locked on spot of pale wall until his vision started to blur. Andy wasn't there. That place, that part of him that belonged wholly to bright blue eyes and charming grins-- it was his own again, and he didn't want it. Without warning, Alex tipped forward in his seat and vomited onto the ground in front of him.

He didn't recognize that there was any red to it until there was an orderly in his line of sight, trying to help him clean it from the ground and from his shoes. Someone- a nurse or maybe the older woman who'd been in the waiting room, he wasn't sure- had tugged him to his feet and ushered him to the nearest bathroom before he had time to register that he'd moved at all, and then he was standing in front of a mirror, struggling to breathe. The reflection in front of him was of an exhausted young man with wild, reddened eyes and tear-streaks down his face. He looked more like a cornered animal than a man, and when he tried to move, he found he couldn't. Maybe that was a part of this bond that he and Andy hadn't ever thought about. Maybe one of them dying meant the other could feel it, the weight of being dead. Maybe if Andy's lungs never took another breath, neither would Alex's. Maybe he was alright with that.

There was a knock on the restroom's outer door that he didn't hear, and then a woman in scrubs and with his blonde hair had slipped into sight behind him. Milly laid a hand on his arm, gently moving him so she could see his face. "Alex? I just heard, honey. Frank told me you got sick when I came to find you. Oh, sweetheart.." he her hand was up, checking over his face while she spoke in gentle tones. She started to move back from him and reached to switch on the sink, but he cut her off.

"He's dead," Alex said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. Milly looked back with an unreadable expression.

"Don't say that, honey. I'm sure he'll-"

"Mama, he's dead," Alex repeated, and then the tears were back. He didn't break, exactly. He didn't sob. He wanted to. He felt like his whole body should've been wracking with the grief that was bubbling up in his chest, but he couldn't. It all felt too muted. He couldn't move at all. His mother's arms were wrapped around him and holding tight, but he made no move to return it. All he could do was close his eyes. His chest.. it didn't itch, but he watched to scratch at it. He wanted to scratch until there was blood. He wanted to carve it open so he could reach inside and try to find where Andy had disappeared to, try to drag the hollowness out of himself. Alex wavered where he stood. He thought he was going to pass out until, more like the flicker of a flashlight than the hitting of a homerun, suddenly he could breath again.

His head felt heavy, his chest felt hot, there werr a million different quiet emotions and sensations coursing through his body that hadn't been there seconds before, but he could breathe. Andy's lungs were working again and so were his own. Alex finally sobbed, the sound tearing from his throat as he wrapped his arms around his mom and felt her hand stroking at his hair. She whispered reassurances and promises that Andy would make it all while he nearly cried himself sick with the confirmation that she was right. Andy was going to pull through, he had to, because Alex had to kill him for the scare he'd just gone through.

#strike out // andy #alex prescott #drabble

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thank u for inclusive x reader stuff 🥺👉👈 its so good to have 🤲 gender non conforming stuff and while I'm not a boy I'm also not a girl and I read the x male reader stuff instead since a lot of the female reader content is v girly so thank u 🧡🧡

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Aw, you're welcome sweetheart!

I'm always glad to provide that sort of stuff because while I personally don't read x reader content, it's just not my cup of tea, I do get how hard it is to find x reader content that isn't just about cis women.

Which, I get why it's like that, fandom spaces hold mostly women in them so, of course, most of the content reaching out to those interacting with it, rather than the shipping content would be for women. So, when I'm asked for it, I tend to fall on the side of x reader content that has either a gender neutral reader or multiple choices for what gender to read as.

Thank you for saying something, you're too sweet <3

P.S. other than that ask and my linked fic within that ask, here's some of the other x reader content I've thrown out there: soft daddy Ari x reader, Andy Barber x reader, & Sebastian Stan x reader

#asks #lovely people #x reader #gender neutral reader #chris evans #andy barber #ari levinson #sebastian stan

[boombox-fuckboy]

ooh ooh 🏝 and 🏠 please also hi how are you doing hope ur good <3

Hey Wren. It has been one hell [of a] year.

🏝 Three podcasts to download if you were going to be stuck on a desert island for a month

Life with Althaar: The length and quantity of episodes means this one's enough to do the entire month alone, and it's anyway a good show with good relisten value.

Hello from the Hallowoods: Also pretty long, plus I have a whole hand-written colour-coded information map just for all the background worldbuilding, which is a good trait for a show to have.

Best Of Natural History Radio: Yeah, nonfiction, but I have heaps of it left to listen to and it's neat hearing career and citizen scientists alike gush about mosses or fruit flies or seals or whatever.

🏠 A character you’d be willing to share a two-bedroom apartment with

I'm not big on sharing my space. I could probably make an exception for Althaar (Life with Althaar), as he's very polite and might pay most of my rent in the name of diplomatic relations. Also would not try to hug me or make eye contact? I could get around the whole Iltorian thing I think. But possibly not the social energy expense.

Sticking with people, The Audio Tour Guide (The Mistholme Museum) Seth (Lost Terminal) and ANDI (Marsfall) are all top picks, being AI (no hugs or eye contact), and I like them already. Not that this is a secret scheme to hang out with them and give them a good time or anything.

I have a soft spot for large black dogs, so hellhound Grove (Jar of Rebuke) would be a sensible choice.

#ask game

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

I know Mina and Andreia have known each other for a while but what was their first meeting like? They're obviously close so I just wondered how they got that way.

(Tags/TW: blood drinking, intimate caretaker, vaguely mentioned frenzy, implied past abuse, vampires, romantic relationship, implied hookup, clinical blood centers)

"Your donor is here to meet with you now, if you'll just follow me."

Mina stood from her waiting table and gathered the few items she'd taken out of her bag, giving a few wide steps to keep up with the receptionist.

They took two agonizingly long hallways and soon turned to a door that seemed to almost blend into the wall as the others did. As soon as the woman stopped, they both paused and Mina looked up in question.

"Someone will be around to check through the glass every 15 minutes as a safety precaution and you're expected to inform an attendant if you both agree to start donations today. The first will be overseen by a security member and then we'll get on to the legal paperwork. Sound good?"

The information was rattled off like a text book and it took all the vampiress had in her to focus. It was a blur but she nodded her head and gave a verbal agreement as well. She'd already been wracked with nerves but as well as the initial interview went, she was already half way there.

"Good, Ms. Balan was the best fit for what you're seeking and given your requirements. I think you'll get along splendid."

Just like that, the woman left and she peeked through the window of the door to see a brunette sitting at the small table and serving herself a cup of coffee. Refreshments cluttered the space but she neatly poured the china full and dropped in a single sugar-cube to take off the bitter edge.

A final gather of courage and Mina opened the door, slinking through the door like a shy alley-cat and watching the human turn to her with a bright-eyed smile. If she had a heart, it would have been racing with how nervous she felt as soon as they made eye-contact.

"Hey! You must be Mina right?"

"Y-Yeah," Mina vaguely replied, taking a slow seat across from the woman and crossing her legs as well as her arms. "Andreia, right? Or do you prefer Ms. Balan?"

"Oh god no, Ms. Balan makes me feel like a thousand years old, Andreia is good but my friends call me Andi." Her smile was still so disarming but Mina was overly cautious. The human wasn't uninformed though, she'd already been told about what to expect from the vampire.

"So uh.. T-Tell me a little about yourself? I mean you don't have to but-"

"Sure! You can ask me anything but I'll give you the basics." Andreia started, picking up the mug and bringing it to her lips for a steady sip.

"I'm 20, I'm going to college to get my masters in vampiric study and science and if everything goes well, a minor in vampiric history and another in psychology." Andreia gave another pause for a drink and watched the vampiress slowly but surely start to emote with interest.

"There's no traumatic back-story, nothing cliché other than being brought up in Romanian folklore and living in Transylvania for most of my youth." A soft laugh and she covered her mouth, witnessing the woman across from her barely able to fight mimicking her. "That has nothing to do with why I chose to go into vampirical studies. But I do contribute it to making me want to help change how the world views vampires."

"I think it's good that humans are afraid of us... Because too many of us kill how they fear." Mina mumbled softly and watched the joy drip off of the edges of Andreia's face. She took another drink, a pause as she was thinking over what little she'd said but how powerful the words were.

"I think if more people understood, more people donated... More people fell in love with who society tells us we shouldn't... I think it would turn out better for everyone." Andreia lamented and Mina adjusted in her seat, started to prepare her own beverage.

"Obviously you don't want to kill, you want something peaceful, an arrangement. That's why you're here with me, right?" The human asked, picking up a sugar cube and dropping it into the vampiress' coffee before she could protest.

Mina looked at her with observation still, watching the way the light coming through the window was pulling pure honey out of her eyes. Her voice sounded like another layer of flavor like she was vibrant and full of sweetened life.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess you could say that. I really just need consistency, I-... I've never fed on a regular schedule. And I uh- I went a really... really long time without feeding once." Mina's voice shook a bit more as she explained but Andreia leaned closer and her brows pinched with concern. She'd already looked down, focused on the floor without even meaning to.

"Can I ask how long..?" Andreia pried and Mina looked at her again, eye to eye this time as if she was scanning her over for something hazardous.

"About 30 years.."

The human audibly gasped, features turned to shocked surprise. Even more concern bled out as she stammered to find the right words.

"I-I'm so sorry Mina, I- I can't imagine how much you must have suffered through that."

"I've suffered far, far worse than that... But I need to be able to teach my body it can feed again. I'm sure the agency or the dr told you.." Mina's voice trailed off and Andreia gave ample shakes of her head as soon as she'd put her mug back down on the table.

"Yes! Yes, they told me about your frenzy issues- but I have a strong belief that if you're able to feed regularly, it will correct itself. If you're telling me you once went 30 years without blood Mina, your body is going to respond with desperation every time you feed. It's no different than a human's eating disorder."

Something about hearing her speak so rationally and factually about the matter put the vampiress at ease with the slightest relief. She didn't seem to be afraid or think poorly of her yet.

"I don't think they're so different from us, Mina. Vampires aren't any different emotionally, they process trauma the same, they feel pain the same. You're not any different than I am, you just need something that I have. And I joined this program because I'm willing to share with someone instead of telling them they're evil for what they need."

Out of all the humans she'd met, the thousands of faces she'd seen, nothing had been quite as genuine, quite as thoughtful as Andreia was being.

Chocolate eyes were soft and it seemed as though she never stopped smiling, even when talking about such deep subjects there was a curve to the line of her lips. Something else, Mina noticed, the longer she sat with the human was a radiating scent that made her mouth water.

A soft swallow and Mina's nose twitched with how hard she tried to inhale the scent. It was rich and layered with a perfume that perfectly agreed with the natural notes of her skin. She'd been somewhere clean prior, the lingering traces of bleach clinging to her clothes.

"I was already given your medical file so it's only fair that you have mine," Andreia reasoned and reached into her messenger style bag to pull out a folder to hand to her.

Mina took it with a slow hesitation but soon flipped it open and found only a few pages worth of information, in comparison to the encyclopedia she was certain the human had received.

The documents read of healthy condition, average heart rate and no abnormalities in long-term study. Her blood type was a rare one, iron levels and platelets were strong. She seemed the height of physical perfection and even more detailed events such as stress tests, didn't phase how enduring her body was.

"I do smoke but I'm trying to switch to vaping, so it's not as flavored in the blood. I rarely drink alcohol and when I do, I'll make sure it's out of line with your feeding schedule so you don't get the effects."

"I don't mind the taste of tobacco, it doesn't really affect much but I'd worry for your heart if I'm already stressing it out enough," Mina informed and Andreia gave her another award-winning smile. She was made for live television, if not Hollywood.

"I need to quit anyway but this will give me a better excuse. So what do you say? Can I be your donor?"

Mina finally couldn't control it, the small smile that spread across her lips and only felt welcome enough to stay for a few moments. She looked away, couldn't stare at her for too much longer without being too obvious about her piqued interest.

"Yeah.. B-But I can't feed here, I know that's scary for me to suggest but I promise I won't hurt you-"

"I trust you, Mina. I think it's better if we go somewhere more natural, wherever you'd be most comfortable." Andreia agreed, not batting an eye at her request that she'd felt so much nauseous tension about asking. "So let's go get an attendant and get the paperwork done and we can go wherever you want."

It wasn't until both women made it to the parking garage, that the tension remotely started to break after the grueling registration. A set of heels and a slap of sneakers echoed while they made way to Andreia's car to take them elsewhere.

"I thought she'd ask for my damn shoe size," Andreia teased and pressed a button on her fob to let them both into her vehicle.

"I'm glad that they are thorough though, so people ideally don't get set up with dangerous vampires." Mina added and once they were seated, Andreia looked over towards her.

"Now that we're not under surveillance, I want you to know Mina, I don't pity you," The human spoke and for a moment, Mina looked up at her in surprise. "I think you're a survivor and that deserves praise, not pity. I read over your file like it was a novel for two weeks straight and I made up my mind then and there, I wasn't going to pity you."

"Andreia I-"

"But don't think that I won't comfort you, too, if you need it someday. Comfort doesn't diminish how fucking hard you hard to fight to make it this far but I think pity does." Andreia looked at her and the arm resting on the center console rolled over and offered a hand to her.

Mina stared down a bit too long at a soft, pale hand that had brightly manicured nails at the tips of her fingers. It waited in a gentle pause and when her sight met gaze with the human again, she felt a pang of electricity surge through her chest.

"I'm here to be your friend, if you don't just want a donor," She spoke, leaving the offering limb exposed, and when a shaking hand slid into hers she couldn't contain her smile.

Mina gave a squeeze and despite the trembles, she left it there and felt the corners of her lips sneak up to match the other woman's expression.

"Are you sure you're okay coming to my apartment?" Andreia asked as she pulled out the keys and opened the door for both of them to enter.

"I want you to be comfortable too." Mina explained, walking into the living space and once Andreia was past the door, Mina paused to ask another question. "Can I lock the door?"

"Please, things get kinda weird in the complex when it gets late so I keep it locked in general." Another question she knew the vampiress had been hesitant to ask but she responded well yet again. She really didn't seem uncomfortable with what they were about to do.

"Sorry it's a little messy in here, I'm at school most of the time so I don't get much time to clean- or rather I don't have the energy most of the time." Andreia circled her couch and plopped down onto it, inviting the vampire to do the same.

"So do I need to take my shirt off or change- I don't mind I just want to be prepared." The human asked and Mina shook a head of soft curls.

"I won't be messy, I-uh I..." Now the nerves were getting to her, now that she sat with her so close and the gravity of what she was there for, slowly sank in. "Maybe... I shouldn't, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Mina.. The only way you're going to get back in control is if you don't starve yourself." Andreia encouraged, turning to her and reaching behind herself to take off her necklaces. "I'm not afraid of you and I trust you. You haven't given me a reason not to."

"We've barely known each other long enough for you to say that," Mina tried to discourage, tried to somehow change both of their minds.

"I'd like to trust that you understand pain and torment and death, better than anyone else," She spoke, looking at the woman eye to eye as soon as she'd caught her attention. "I also think you know what trust is worth and how hard it is to build it back once it's broken."

"Are you sure, Andreia? That you're okay with me biting you.." Mina still hesitated and watched the human woman move closer to her, start to unbutton her blouse by a few buttons.

"I'm sure Mina. You have my permission to feed from me."

The hand that touched her face to push her bangs back, was still trembling with anxious nerves but the eyes focused on her had shifted their intensity.

It gave Andreia the sensation of butterflies, like she was leaning in for her first kiss. She naturally tilted her head when the vampiress moved in closer and she watched her fingers idly shake and pause with her shift. She looked so uncomfortable, like she was afraid to get close despite how awkward it made their positioning.

She was afraid to touch her, feel skin, tune into the pulse under her palms. The things that kept vampires connected to the health of their human but also lured the beast freshly to the surface.

"Will you hug me..? So I can hold onto you when the pain comes.." Andreia asked with such innocence, framing the intent as though Mina would be doing her a favor of comfort, instead of giving herself a primal luxury.

It must have worked, because the woman scooted closer and arms circled hers in such a position, it almost pinned them to her sides. Her heart didn’t faulter. She wasn’t scared, Mina thought. 

Even while staring through Andreia, looking a rushing artery eye to eye; she froze. Her mouth pooled saliva, body ran clammy and cold with aching need. She was shaking the other female, too. 

When hands rested on her back, she flinched like she’d been stabbed, coiled closer but in a startled fear. A wheeze left her lips, as if she’d never forgotten how to breathe and a strained, croaking voice pleaded softly to the body in her grasp. 

“P-Please.. d-don’t touch my back-” In an instant, the vampiress’ vision was clouded with tears that she couldn’t repress, tremors that rattled two bodies with impressive force. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry- It’s okay, Mina, It’s okay, I won’t touch you at all, okay?” Andreia soothed, fingers twitching with the desire to pet her head, somehow reassure her she meant no harm. It was hard, to not be able to physically comfort her.

For now, she’d use her actions to convince the vampiress she wasn’t going to pose a threat. Wouldn’t harm her, wouldn’t intentionally try to dig up a buried past. She needed to let Mina know, she could safely drink and regain the health she’d been losing since her starvation. 

It took the vampiress prolonged minutes to compose herself, to keep staring that vein down until she felt something. Anything that would be able to bring her enough force to drink. Something to expose her fangs, give her body the indication she wanted to bite.

“I’m not angry.. I don’t have to touch you, for blood, Mina..” Andreia whispered the longer they sat in silence. She hadn’t thought of what could possibly be lingering in her mind, causing her fear to build, but she hoped she was on the right track. 

It was slow but the speeds that the vampiress’ body vibrated, were diminished if only by a few rattles. She’d moved just a centimeter or two closer, even as the human gently let herself lay in the surrender of her arms. She’d relaxed, rag-dolled to assure Mina was comfortable; aware of her intention by the rigidity in or out of her muscles. 

“It’s okay, love, don’t be scared..” Andreia comforted in a soft whisper, head laying on a sloped shoulder in total compliance. Tilted, just enough for the puzzle piece of piercing fangs to reach. 

“I trust you, Mina.. I trust you, so don’t be afraid, okay?” 

The woman had expected much more pain, when the bite finally came. She’d bared down like she’d been ready for surgery, or a bone to be broken but it was a much different experience. One that text books couldn’t have prepared her for. 

Pleasure. 

It stung like a bee and blossomed into a wave of heat that found every tip of her extremities. Her spine carried the brunt but it felt like tiny shocks that made her legs shake and body stiffen like she’d already been brought to the edge. The arms around her tightened and when fangs dug deeper to make the holes in her carotid bigger; she moaned softly into the air and wore the embarrassment moments after. 

It was comforting, to know Andreia wasn’t afraid or being tormented. 

Mina knew it was normal, aware of what it caused and there was even more shame was rooted around it. She forced humans against their will, to feel pleasure. To twist pain and arousal, to crave that feeling and touch again. 

That’s what made it disgusting. 

As soon as blood hit her taste buds, washed down her throat and splashed deeply in her stomach; she felt an overwhelming need start to itch at her limbs to pull tighter. Her mouth filled with saliva down her cheeks, chest spasmed and eyes seared their color with a bright, glowing intensity. It took all of two, three mouthfuls before her posture changed. 

The human felt it. A grip around her that almost ached, a jaw that latched back into place and bit into her neck harder. Teeth bit back in, punctured the rushing vein in a second place and she finally animated to grab the vampiress’ sides. 

Another moan, a shift of her thighs and she was breathless with how much mind-numbing euphoria raced to cover up the intensity of the stabbing pressure that shot down her limbs and tingled the tips of her toes and fingers. Her lids fluttered, unknowing when she’d ever closed them but now, her vision swirled from such a sudden pull. 

Maybe it had been a mistake, to surrender to someone who really might not know any sense of control. 

“M-Mina.. Slow down, please..” A mumbled plea and she could hardly hear her own voice, over the sound of sucking lips and small growls from the back of the other woman’s throat. 

The next sound out of her was a gasp and she was left staring at the ceiling, when the woman flipped her onto her back and pressed her deeply into the couch.

She fit against her too perfectly, such a pleasing pressure that scraped against her body and numbed her mind. Hips carelessly met with hers and Andreia thoughtlessly grabbed bare sides where her tank-top had ridden up. 

The woman listened, though. Her forceful pulls slowed, she took her fangs back and Andreia swore she heard a single panting breath escape her. She’d stopped shaking but now, she twitched with struggling power between herself and the monster she’d touched noses with. 

“I-It’s okay, Mina..” Andreia encouraged breathlessly, the vampires’ name pitching up an octave when another surge of bliss worked a wave across her body. “You don’t have to take i-it all now.. You can have more, I promise-” 

The vampiress gave a steady grind of her hips, had already nested between legs that parted to invite her in. She couldn’t resist or manage to stop herself and Andreia still didn’t give the taste of smell of fear. 

“I’m yours..” Her thoughts had clouded, she couldn’t get her point across any other way. 

She was her life-source, her donor; she wasn’t about to leave her without what she needed anytime soon. But what came out, was something much more in tune with the way her body felt, how dizzy she’d become and how good the other woman felt on top of her. 

“I don’t mind taking care of.. her too..” Andreia mumbled sweetly, arm sneaking up to rest an affectionate hand to the back of messy, dark curls. The beast was listening to her and Mina was too, licking over wounds to staunch their bleeding. “All you have to do is ask..”

Ask. 

And if the answer is no?

Stop? Cease? Quit? Enough? 

Enough. Enough! I’ve had enough! Please! Just stop, I’m begging you!

The vampiress froze, as the copious amount of blood ran through her, calmed her cells, started to soak in and revive her. Her skin slowly brightened, body repaired from it’s wear and tear from how she’d treated it. Every nerve she owned was soaking up something it had needed for longer than she herself, knew. 

What surprised Andreia, was the fact she pulled away and stopped just far away enough to look at her. Green eyes were still acidic, pulsing with power. Her chin wore blood that she’d smeared, the moment she’d gone too far and dug in the second time. 

And yet brown eyes looked up at her with a lidded expression, plush lips were parted and taking in bigger rasps of air. She was flushed, eyes were glossy and at that moment she gave such an appearance of vulnerable surrender. To something that knew it was more powerful than her. 

“I-I’m sorry-” Mina started, barely able to project above a whisper. 

“Don’t be sorry.. It’s okay if we do.. what your body wants to do, Mina..” Andreia was a bit too open, too shameless, she thought. Perhaps she was the one, doing the seducing, instead of the lore-proclaimed succubus above her. “I feel it too, it’s normal..”

“We just met..” Such a human-driven response, even as she looked at her in a way that contradicted everything she’d just dared to argue. 

What it earned, was a soft laugh. As if what she’d just expressed was silly but no condescension laid in the tone. It was fond. Amusingly fond. 

“Welcome to the 21st century.. People fuck on the first date now.” Andreia mused and Mina couldn’t fight the expression that threatened to mimic the human’s. “You can’t expect to go against your total livelihood and be a vegetarian, celibate vampire, Mina..” 

“But we could.. make it a little more formal in the bedroom.” A finger found a pronounced curl and wrapped it temptingly around her finger, head raising to brush her nose against the other woman’s. 

Their fate was sealed, when one of them dared to move closer and lips met another pair. The flame ignited on contact and the vampiress’ blood rushed back up to her brain and eagerly nudged at the switch that wanted to flip.

By the time Andreia laid in a heap in her bed, head aching and heart pounding to keep up with her blood loss and fatigue; she’d been tucked in and had a dazed smile on her lips, eyes hooded and following Mina. 

The vampiress had stood, slid panties back on and a tee-shirt back over her head. She’d glanced around for another article of clothing but met eyes with the satisfied, but worn and paled human under the blankets. 

“Wait.. Are you leaving?” Andreia spoke softly, a pout already on her lips. “It’s late, we’ve been at it for hours..” 

“Exactly, that’s why you need the rest, so I was going to get out of here and let you.” Mina reasoned, watching a hand slip out and reach for her.

“Smashing and dashing is so not cool, you should just stay here tonight..” The human teased and the vampiress looked thoughtful for a moment. 

Was it really okay? To be so ravenous, take so much, all in one night? 

Her body, her blood, and now she was being daring enough to invite her so closely into her space. Her home. Her bed to sleep beside her. Like she wasn’t just biting into her neck and drinking something out of her. It had to be the blood talking, trying to give herself a reason to stay so close to her source. 

“I shouldn’t... You need to sleep comfortably, there’s no telling if you will if I’m here.” 

“And there’s no telling if I won’t, either... Come on, Mina-rina... there’s no excuse to be shy now.” 

The human certainly had a point. 

“Are you sure..?” Mina echoed a final time, knee hesitantly propping onto the bed. 

“We both have to report to the clinic tomorrow anyways, don’t we?” Andreia reminded in a sleepy voice, covering a yawn with the back of her hand before extending it further. 

“Y-Yeah.. 10am.” 

“Then I give you permission, Mina. To sleep here with me and we can go over together in the morning.” 

No sooner did the vampiress settle back into bed and lay on her side to look at the woman, she breached the gap between them and was buried in Mina’s chest in an instant. She wrapped arms around the human against her, tried to loosen the muscles in her body that had already tensed from her hold. 

“Are you warm enough?” Andreia whispered, eyes just barely slit open as fingers started to thread through her hair and aid in settling her fatigue. 

“I’m fine, you’ll keep me warm like this..” 

“Goodnight Mina..” 

“Goodnight.. Andi.” 

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