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mochegato · 3 years

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Hope on Board

Chapter 3 - What’s in a Name

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The morning light seemed intent on waking up Marinette. However she moved, the light found her eyes to shine obnoxiously brightly in them. What is the point of blackout curtains if it doesn’t black out the light and the light gets in anyway? She groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. That reduced the light but my no means eliminated it. She tried to turn away from the light, but was met with resistance against her movement. She grunted, cursing the heavy blankets she used during the winter to stave off any hint of chill, and turned on her side anyway.

Her face scrunched up in confusion when she heard a contented hum sound next to her. Was Tikki sleeping in her bed again? She thought Tikki had sworn off doing that the third time Marinette had clocked her with a wayward arm in her sleep… in one night. Her eyes flew open when she felt an increased pressure around her waist, pulling her closer to a body. She barely managed to muffle the squeak she let out at the sight of the man, the very naked man from what she could feel on the rest of her also very naked body as their very, very naked bodies were pressed together.

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. If she concentrated very hard, she could just barely remember flashes of the night before. Not that they were helpful flashes for remembering the events of the night before. They were mostly his charming smile, his captivating eyes, his soft and insistent lips, his rough but gentle hands. She blushed at the memory and fought burying her face in his very broad, chiseled chest.

She smiled and traced his jaw with her finger in a feather soft touch, trying not to wake him. He smiled sleepily in response, humming happily and tightening his grip around her waist to pull her even further into his strong embrace. She giggled quietly and placed a few kitten kisses on the underside of his jaw. She sighed and snuggled into his embrace. After a few minutes, her stomach growled, letting her know it did not appreciate the vast amounts of liquor she had consumed the night before, and into the early morning, without eating anything.

She imagined Dan… David! Devlin? Hmmm. She’d have to ask that when he woke up. Derrick! No… that wasn’t right either… Regardless, she was sure Dominic would appreciate something to eat as well. She carefully extricated herself from his arms so she could surprise him with a breakfast. She stood up and immediately fell back on the bed clutching her head. Ah yes, the other after effects of a night of drinking, the hangover. She glanced back to Nick… Nick? She quirked her lips to the side, that seemed closer and further away at the same time. She wondered if he would mind her raiding his medicine cabinet to look for some pain killers.

She stood back up slowly and looked around for her clothes, remembering belatedly that hers were back in the living room. She padded quietly out to the living room and found her panties as she walked in, next to his tee shirt and she pulled them both on. His shirt was large enough on her to reach mid-thigh. Stupid tall people she mumbled to herself.

Her throat suddenly felt parched the closer she got to the kitchen. Maybe breakfast could wait in favor of water. She grabbed a glass from the drying rack next to the sink and filled it with cool water. She took a slow sip and pressed the glass against her forehead, savoring the cool liquid against her throbbing head. She leaned back against Duke’s counter and finally opened her eyes and seeing a flash of red in her peripheral view. Tikki! Tikki would surely know his name right?

“Tikki,” she whisper shouted looking around for where she had seen the flash earlier and moving into the living room. She nearly tripped over her pants and decided she might as well pull those on. She was not anticipating sleeping with him again this morning. She was going to be responsible, damn it. Maybe after a date... if he even wanted to start a relationship. This might have been all he wanted. She groaned and started pulling her pants on, cursing sober her for designing such tight, hard to get on pants. Sober her was an inconsiderate bitch. “Tikki!” she growled out, slightly louder this time.

Tikki appeared next to her with a strained smile. “Hey, Marinette. How are you feeling today?”

“Like crap. Any ancient remedies you’d like to pass on?” Tikki gave her an apologetic look and shrugged. Marinette narrowed her eyes at her and poked her in the belly. “I don’t believe for a second you haven’t some across something in the last few million years, some magic potion you could conjure up. You just want me to suffer so I’ll learn a lesson. Joke’s on you. I refuse to learn from this and you can’t make me!” She stuck her tongue out at the kwami and crossed her arms over her chest.

Tikki rolled her eyes. “Marinette, you’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being hungover,” she grumbled picking up the glass of water again to take another soothing sip. “Oh, actually, there is one thing I’d like to learn. I don’t suppose you picked up on his name, by any chance, did you?” She made her way back to her water as she waited for Tikki to answer.

“I believe I may have heard the name ‘Dick’ screamed a few…” she trailed off when she noticed Marinette wasn’t listening anymore, which wouldn’t be that concerning considering her current state but she had started breathing harder. “Marinette? Marinette, what’s wrong?” She flew in front of Marinette to get her focus back on Tikki.

Tikki followed her line of sight to the kitchen counter, more specifically, a massive piles of weapons on the kitchen counter. “That’s… that’s a lot of weapons, Tikki,” Marinette stuttered out breathlessly. “Why… why would he need that many weapons?” Her mind started racing. Oh God, she was in Gotham. The crime capital of the world. Why did she think she would end up with a good guy instead of a villain? This was a cosmic curse.

“Maybe he likes to be able to protect himself from villains?” Tikki offered weakly. “There is a lot of crime here. It makes sense that he would need to protect himself.”

Marinette nodded absentmindedly. She reached out to the knife slightly separated from the rest, staring at it with her full focus like a spell had been cast and she couldn’t look away. She was Aurora and this was her spinning wheel.

She had almost touched it when she heard a thump from the bedroom. She squeaked in surprise and dropped the glass of water, suddenly broken from the spell. Her heart was beating wildly and her mind racing with the sudden shift. She looked around frantically and made the split second decision to run. She didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t know who or what he was, but the miraculous, Tikki, was too important to risk. She couldn’t hesitate. She needed to protect Tikki.

She ran to the door in a stupor. She yanked the door open and ran out without looking behind her, leaving the door to close on its own. But, just before the door closed, she pushed it back open a crack to reach in and grab her shoes. She was scared not stupid. She wasn’t going to run down the Gotham streets without shoes on. This time she made sure the door was closed behind her. After all, she might be wrong and he could be a good guy… who has his own armory in his kitchen, and she didn’t want him to get robbed because she left his door open. She closed it with more force than she intended in her haste.

Dick snapped his head to the direction of his kitchen when he heard a crash and immediately regretted it, cradling his head in his hands to let the blood settle even as he stood up to pull on his underwear and rush out into his living room, well walk fastish. That was the best he could manage under the circumstances. He was positive that was his front door. Had Marinette left? He looked around his apartment and finally pulled open his door to look in his hallway. Huh… he frowned. He had thought there was a connection there, more than just a one night stand, but she must have disagreed.

He walked back toward his living room but yanked his foot up with a sudden pain. He pulled it up to his chest to examine the source of the pain. He pulled out a sliver of glass and looked back down to the floor. He furrowed his brow in confusion at the shattered glass on the floor. He was not nearly sober enough to clean up that mess right now. He grabbed a paper towel and hopped to his couch, collapsing on it.

He held the paper towel to his cut and laid his head on the back of the couch to try to ease his headache. He squirmed in the seat trying to get comfortable but something was poking into him. He reached behind him and pulled out Marinette’s bra. He stared at it. She left without her bra? She must not have been able to find it… here on the couch… out in the open… He furrowed his brow. He supposed she might have been in a hurry and didn’t look that hard.

He scanned the room and saw her shirt strewn across the arm of his chair. That was harder to explain. There was no way she had missed her shirt unless something had happened or she hadn’t even bothered looking. Something that made her drop a glass and leave her clothes behind. He just needed to figure out if he should try to find out what that something was. She had left without saying anything for a reason… but it seemed like something happened to make her run. And if he was being honest with himself, he really, really wanted to see those smiling eyes again. And if she was in danger… He reached out and grabbed the shirt, studying it as though it might give him some answers, missing the flash of red that flew over a building across the street.

Chapter 4

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#maribat #Dickinette February #dickinette #platonic jasonette #platonic adrienette #Hope on Board #Knocked Up AU #prompt - spell/potion

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sarya-lavellan · 3 years

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Take Me

Fandom: Dragon Age/Modern AU

Pairing: Solavellan

Rating: E

Word Count: 2158

Tags: cunnilingus, some dom/sub play, some body worship, they both have a praise kink

AO3

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She twists the ring on her finger. The light glints off the large square sapphire lined with tiny diamonds. Glancing around her before she enters the hotel bar, she yanks her ring off and deposits it in the front pocket of her purse. She tosses her flaming curls over her shoulder and smoothes her white blouse, undoing an extra button before throwing open the lounge door. She slips in unnoticed. Wanders over to the soft light of the bar, sticking to the shadowed end farthest from the restroom. As she waits for the bartender to make her way over, she checks her makeup in her compact. She touches up her deep burgundy lipstick, snaps her compact closed, then smiles up at the bartender.

“I’ll have a whiskey, neat.”

The bartender smiles that fake smile of every worker who’s had enough, does. “Coming right up.”

“Thank you,” she says.

Swiveling in her stool, she folds one leg over the other and surveys the room. Her eyes fall on the man playing piano. He’s seemingly lost in the enchanting melody coming off his fingertips. His tall frame sways with the tune and she watches, mesmerized. He finishes the piece and she gives a small clap. Catching her gaze as he stands, he grants her an alluring smile before coming her way.

“That was beautiful,” she tells him.

“Surely not as beautiful as you.”

Her cheeks feel warm. “You flatter me.”

“I am merely stating the truth.”

“Merely?”

“Declaring it then.”

She smirks. Her heart is already thrumming wildly. He’s good. She’ll give him some credit for that. “I’m Sarya,” she offers her hand.

He takes it, suavely planting a kiss on her knuckles.

“Solas.”

She shivers under his silky intonation and his undivided attention. Then he drops her hand and she curls her manicured fingers around her glass. Sarya takes a sip from her drink as the bartender returns. There’s a part of her that wishes she’d asked for something chilled.

“I will have the same as her,” he says.

Sarya adds, “put it on my tab.”

“Sure thing,” the bartender throws her a wink and a dazzling smile.

Sarya runs a finger round the rim of her glass. Leans in towards Solas as he does the same, knees bumping into one another.

“I do not believe I have seen you here before.”

She’s trying not to think about his knee against hers or the way his lips are so close. But he’s gorgeous in that nonchalant way. The more you stare, the more his attractiveness reveals itself. The smallest dimple in his chin. The faint freckles scattered across his face and the mysterious scar above his brow that only appears when the light hits it just so. The angle of his jaw and perfect pillowy lips. Even his baldness suits him, juxtaposed with all his angles.

“What if I told you I was a regular?”

“Then you must not frequent at this hour.”

“Why do you say that?”

His hand comes to rest on her knee as he leans even closer. Whispers in her ear. “I would have noticed long before tonight.”

“Well, I–“ She clears her throat, downs her shot. At least now she can blame the burn on the alcohol and not his touch.

“Are you staying here?” he asks.

The bartender sets his glass down before him. Refills Sarya’s glass. “Thank you.” There’s a nod before the bartender takes off for a man waving her down at the other end.

“I am,” Sarya says. “I’m here on business.” She can’t stop staring into his eyes. The way he listens when she speaks. The way he makes her feel wanted. “Would you like to accompany me to my room?”

“Yes,” he says and she finishes her drink. “Room 501. Meet me in ten.” She slides her extra keycard over to him. Then she leaves more than enough cash for their drinks and a tip and sashays out of the room.

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There’s a knock and the door opens.

“I see you found the room easy enough.” Sarya doesn’t bother to tie her silken robes, allowing him to drink in the sight of her. She wears a matching set of soft pink lace which reveals more than enough. He wants her naked already anyway.

“I did.” The door closes with a hushed click behind him.

He doesn’t hesitate at the door. He has no shame, no shyness, only cool confidence. She takes one, then two steps forward. Meets him in the middle of the room and hooks her fingers around his tie, thumb skimming along silk as she gives a tug. He doesn’t stumble. He’s all too familiar with following the lead. He’s maybe an inch away from her lips, his breath laced with alcohol.

“Perhaps I should wait until we’re both sober.”

She releases the tie. One step backward.

“No. I know what I’m doing. So long as you consent and still want the same thing?”

“Yes. Yes I want this. Though I should be honest…”

His expression remains unchanged. Patient.

“I’m a married woman.”

“And for me to judge you would make me a hypocrite.”

He closes the distance between them once again.

“I see,” she whispers.

“What do you require of me–Sarya?”

“For you to touch me. To adore me. To–“ She doesn’t get the chance to finish her words. His lips are on hers and his hands are greedy, grasping for every inch of exposed skin.

She shimmies out of her robe then her fingers work at his tie. They’re a mess of frenzied kisses and erratic breaths as she tries to yank off his shirt. But it gets a little stuck and they both chuckle as he has to do it for her.

“It’s always a seamless transition to being naked in the movies. Sadly I’ve never mastered the same flawlessness.”

“It’s movie magic,” he tells her.

Then he pushes the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes roam over her body. And she almost covers her stomach where it sags and the stretch marks branch out in white lines. It’s good that she doesn’t or he’d have to yank her hands away. He wants to be gentle. She blushes under his gaze. So pretty and so pink. But Solas doesn’t look at her like those lines are some kind of failing on her part. No, they are a part of her beauty and what defines her as well, her. Instead, he kneels before her and kisses just below her breasts and all across her stomach. His hands slide up her back, fingers feeling for her bra clasp. The pressure of the elastic releases and her breasts spill from the bottom before his fingers rake down her arms and remove the damned thing altogether.

His hand cups one of them and he takes a singular nipple between his teeth. A nibble, a lick and he draws one into his mouth then lets it fall out, admiring the small bounce before stilling against her chest. Both her nipples are hard now, though he’s only tasted the one.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as his gaze flicks back to her face. Then he takes the neglected breast in hand, lavishing it with just as much attention. Making sure to show no favoritism.

“What does that mean?” she asks. “When you say that?”

He stops what he’s doing to take her chin in hand. Searches those ocean blue eyes of her. “It means I am in awe of you. I could get lost in the visual worship of you–that your image is burned into my memory and whenever I am hopeless, I can remember that you exist and I had the privilege of dwelling within your existence.”

“Well–fuck.” Her hands cling to his neck and she tugs him forcefully to her lips.

He pushes away. Licks his lips. “Sarya?”

“Hmm?”

“May I have the pleasure of tasting you?”

“You can have the pleasure of doing whatever the fuck you want to me so long as praise keeps falling from your lips.”

He chuckles. Then removes her lace thong. His hand trails down her stomach, down past her curly thatch of hair and his fingers are spreading her folds and—he hesitates. Glances back up to see her swallow. Relishes in her anticipatory gaze. Her eyes look heavy beneath her lashes. Full of such longing and impatience. Then she groans as he dips his chin between her legs and licks in long languid strokes.

“Do you like this or–“ he switches to a circular motion with his tongue, “this?”

“That–definitely that,” she murmurs.

He buries himself in her. Surrounds himself in her scent. Succumbs to her flavor and loses himself to those delightful sounds she’s making. She’s close, he can tell and it’s his cue to slide one finger inside.

“More,” she demands.

Of course he obliges with a second finger. Curls them together and he gasps when she grasps the tip of his ears.

“Faster,” she says. “Gods I’m almost–“ She cuts her own words off with a whimper as he brings her over the precipice. Then tips her over the edge.

He pulls back, wiping her slick from his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he looks up to her as she releases his ears. Kneels down before him and grabs each side of his face, nearly tackling him to the ground, flooding him with kisses and touches.

With his back against the floor, each of her legs straddles him and she’s got one hand wrapped around his cock while the other digs into his shoulder. He slips inside so easily and she rides him with a pace that he’s not sure he can keep up with.

“Sarya–fuck–I’m–“

“Not yet, Solas. Don’t come for me yet. Hold up just a little longer. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmm, yes,” he groans. And he doesn’t think it’s a lie.

She loses herself and he watches. Those orange curls flopping around just above her breasts. Open and arched and exposed for him. And she is everything–everything like this.

“So beautiful,” he finds himself muttering over and over. If he focuses on the words, he can maintain the control she needs.

But then she cups his balls and– “come for me. Come for me now, Solas.”

He is nothing but at the mercy of her command. He lets out a shattering cry and spends himself inside her. The way she clenches and squeezes, sends him spiraling in an overload of sensation.

“Good boy,” she says to him then kisses him again. Hard and soft at the same time. And he wants more of this–more of her.

Eventually she slides off and helps him to his feet, dragging him to bed for another go. And then another.

It’s hours before the lights are turned off and they are tangled together for sleep.

“That was fun,” she says curled up against his chest.

“Yeah? I thought so too. You played your part well.”

“Thanks. So did you.” She pauses.

“Hmm–I sense some critique is coming.”

“Not about you! Mmm no, you–you were wonderful. Especially all those smooth lines. Reminds me that you’d get me in bed every time.” She glances up at him to see his smug smirk and it makes her smile too. “I just–do you think it was believable?”

“I think we may have fooled the bartender.”

“I don’t think the bartender gave a shit about us,” Sarya says with a laugh and Solas kisses her head.

“I think the most unbelievable aspect was that you trusted me so quickly and left me with your keycard minutes after we had supposedly just met.”

“Damn.” She lets out a disappointed huff of breath. “You’re right. Can’t say my greatest skills are in acting. Was probably weird we didn’t go up together too. Oh and we missed some fun opportunities! Like making out in the hallway a little? Or getting handsy in the elevator?” Her fingers trail down his chest.

“I suppose we will simply have to try that out next time.”

“Guess so.” She kisses his chest then. “Mmm. Can I admit something?”

“Of course.”

“I miss our kids.”

He chuckles. “Me too, vhenan. I think that is a good thing.”

“But I also like this. It was so nice to be loud and not be half worried the whole time.”

“I agree.” Solas gently combs his fingers through the curls splayed out on the pillow.

Sarya snuggles in closer, lifting her head to meet his loving gaze. She kisses him deeply. When they finally part, too tired to keep it going, she happily sighs.

“Ar lath ma, vhenan,” Solas says in a sleepy hush.

She lets out a small yawn. “I love you too. So much.”

#solas #Lavellan #solas x sarya lavellan #solarya #dragon age #bear writes #nsft #please mind the tags at the top of the fic

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #451

“taste the waste of their god’s grace & spit your hate upon your young”

Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? A shitload of people. Do you like to go to the farmer's market? Yeah, sure. What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? Probably black. What's your favorite melon? I don't really like melons, actually. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy. :( When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Literally every day. Seriously. It's funny, I dread fighting to sleep at night, but I also just want it to be time to sleep so time will pass. My life is just so fucking boring that I just... wait for something exciting to happen. Name one person you've never had a fight with: Tez. What are you currently listening to? "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment. What would you rather have: cat or dog? I prefer cats. Who is your least favorite person in real life? Probably my sister's husband. Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? I'll sometimes watch live let's plays. Does your house have security cameras? No. If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I'll be dyeing it. What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I'm not sure. What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Silent Hill 2's, definitely. Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? I don't know if it's really a secret, but I didn't know until this year that my dad did some really dangerous drugs before us kids were born. Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yes. What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Food, ha ha. Feels great to have a full kitchen after a grocery trip. What’s the strangest decorative object you own? Nothing "strange" to me. What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? One biggie is having a baby. I just... could not imagine. My life would plummet. What’s been your proudest moment? Graduating in the top percentile in my high school graduating class. What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Omfg, Sausage Party. That movie was so gross. Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? Thankfully, no. I don't even think I could befriend someone who doesn't like animals. Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No. Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? Yeah, like me with whale sharks. Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Not really, no. Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Amy Lee's. And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Yeah, such as Bob Dylan. Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? Tui T. Sutherland, but only because I read their series Wings of Fire. Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? I'm sure on Facebook at some point. Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? Does the freezer count? If so, this Healthy Choice grilled chicken pesto bowl I have in there. I am like addicted to them. Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? I don't know. If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? It varies month-to-month. Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? I had my Markiplier tattoo essentially redone by a better artist. I also plan on getting my "ohana" tat covered, as well as my "how rare and beautiful it is to even exist" one (I adore the quote, but it's not an original design, which I don't like having anymore), and I want to move and redesign my "perfectly flawed" one because I want a bigger tattoo in its location. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Yeah; I'm pretty sure I like-like my friend Girt now, something I was never entirely sure about. When was the last time you did something on a whim? *shrug* Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Well, I guess both, but Dad didn't do a lot of the teaching part about life and stuff. Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No. Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Yes. Colleen tried that with me and Girt and only succeeded in making us very uncomfortable. She said something I wanted to slap her for that I won't repeat. What is your card game of choice? Magic: The Gathering. What is your favourite books series? I think my favorite series of all time was the Shiloh trilogy. I adored both the books and movies. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? You'd better give me landmarks, ha ha. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Of course. What was your favourite gym class moment? There're such things as GOOD gym memories in school? Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? Yes. Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? No, I always thought it was very flattering that they even wanted mine. Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? The Phantom Virus one. I had the video game as a kid, too. Could never beat the damn thing. Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? No? I don't like seeing children - or anyone - fall. Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? So, this really only happened once, and it was coincidentally the day I learned of her pancreatic cancer, but before Mom told me. I had an assignment to interview someone of an older generation about how various sources of media affected their lives, like the development of TV and such, and she really got into it. It was very interesting to learn about. Do you have a crush on someone? I guess I do idfk. If so... what does his/her name begin with? "D." What attracts you to them? More than anything, the fact he's been there for me without fail. Both single and when I was with Jason and he was interested in me, he's just... been there and has made an effort since high school to be in my life in one way or another. Do they know that you like them? Not anymore, no. We dated for a few months, but I broke up with him because he felt more like my brother, so I would assume he doesn't think I do. Maybe he still is family to me. I really don't know what I feel. If they don't know, why didn't you tell them? I might at some point, idk. We just haven't talked in a while. Name two people that you miss: Jason and Megan. Have you ever seen Titanic? When I was in the hospital, yes. Everyone was crying, lmao. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No, but I would. When was the last time you had a stomachache? Now. Mother Nature finally visited me after three whole fucking months and is v angry. What's going to bed early for you? Like 7:00. 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When Sara visited and we were trying to go to my older sister's so she especially could meet her, Ash entirely ignored Mom's messages. I know her homophobic husband well enough to nearly be able to guarantee he didn't want us coming over because the kids "don't need to see that." Ash kinda does what Nick says, so... you know. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I know I'm happier with pets. Who was the last person you went on a date with? Sara. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? It's too short to do that. At what age did you start swearing? However old I was in 7th grade. What is something you physically can’t do? Clean up vomit lkdsjal;sdkjfa;lkwd. I can't clean up my pet's or even my own. I literally can't. My mom has to. What do like better, apples or oranges? Apples. I don't like oranges. Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Yes!!! What are your top two favorite bands? Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica. How many people do you 100% trust? Like two. Maybe. Do you care what others think about you? Way too much. Has anyone ever called you a bitch? My grandmother has. Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Omg yes, I was obsessed. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? No. Not because I don't want to, because I do, but I would have an extreme protein deficit if I did that. Besides meat, I don't like enough protein-rich foods. Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yes. Did you make any money today? I haven't made any money in a very, very long time. I'm only ever paid when someone hires me to take pictures for them. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I don't know. Definitely not very high. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? I have zero clue. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Hm. Perhaps this techno-y remix of "Psychosocial" by Slipknot. I don't know for sure, though. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either the violin or piano. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Nope. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? Probably clouded leopards aesthetics, but I think lions overall. If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Pay off school debt as well as help Mom with various financial issues, buy new glasses, buy Mom and I a new house and car, get Venus a great tank with all the optimal supplies, get LOADS of tattoos, donate to various charities, adopt a few specific pets, travel to Yellowstone, get laser hair removal on my legs and teeth whitening... There are a lot of possibilities. Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? Just scaly ones. :') "First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? Yeeeep... Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? I didn't really have an opinion on him. I know/like a couple songs, sure. What are some things that would make you break up with someone? If they became abusive, started doing drugs, acted arrogantly, didn't understand my mental conditions and were unwilling to be emotionally supportive, stuff like that. What was the worst breakup you've ever had? Ha, the one with Jason. For. Fucking. Sure.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''degrade'' by 3teeth

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christalpepsi · 3 years

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a bit for storage

I’m going to post a buncha my grey’s fic! Not everything is connected yet, I just write in bits and pieces. Alex Karev x OC (for now), loosely follows canon, just not izzie. Anyways this is what I got so far:

TW: depression, suicide, death

Selected bits from S1E1

Finally. Her first day. She was indescribably excited, but anxious thoughts kept invading her mind. She’d worked her ass off for this, and seeing it’s fruition as a residency at Seattle Grace was so rewarding. Well, until Dr. Webber killed the mood.

“Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play...That's up to you.”

What was this, a gladiator fight? Her brows furrowed, but as she glanced around, everyone was completely serious. Well, fight she would.

She zoned out, hoping she’d get placed with people she met at the mixer, as Webber started listing the interns and their assigned residents, until her name caught her attention.

“...Dr. Heather Palmer, Bailey. Dr. Isobel Stevens, Bailey…”

Someone nudged her from behind.

“Palmer, you got the nazi.” Great.

She didn’t wanna push the envelope on the first day, so she had brushed her curls out and slicked them back into the tightest ballet bun she could without giving herself a headache.

“You’re gonna be a suck up aren’t you? I can tell. Regular Mrs. Grundy.” Alex, another intern, snorted as she bobby pinned her bangs back. She glared at him, but he missed her stare as his eyes roamed over to Dr. Stevens.

The other interns muttered amongst themselves as Heather finished tying her shoes, trying to imagine what the “nazi” looked like. A short black woman walked in, and no one paid her much attention until she raised her voice.

“I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don't complain!”

She rushed out of the locker room at a quick walk, and everyone scrambled to follow her. Slamming open a nearby door, she said flatly, “On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?”

Silence fell, and Heather and the blonde girl, Izzie, vigorously nodded their heads.

“Um, Dr. Bailey?” Heather said softly.

“Yes,” Bailey said, staring daggers.

“You said there were five rules? That was only four.” Dr. Bailey stared a hole through Heather, chilling her to the bone. Thankfully, Bailey’s pager started beeping.

“Rule number five. When I move, you move.”

“Nurses are the ones implementing most of our work, dickhead.”

“Whatever. Maybe you should’ve been a nurse then.” Alex grabbed his chart, and sauntered away.

“Palmer, what is it?”

“Pain, paresthesia, pallor, pulselessness, paralysis. Compartment syndrome.”

“So? Book an OR!” Bailey yelled.

“Oh! Right, booking a plastics OR for a fasciotomy.”

Selected bits from S1E3

Alex stormed into the locker room as Heather and Izzie were changing. “Morning, Dr. Model.”

“Dr. Evil Spawn.” Stevens deadpanned.

“Ooh, nice tat. They airbrush that out for the catalogs?”

“I don't know. What do they do for the 666 on your skull?” Heather snickered, earning a glare from Karev, but effectively shutting him up. As they finished clipping their badges on, Palmer turned to Izzie, lowering her voice a tad.

“Iz, I don’t blame you! If I was hot I would’ve done the same thing.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re so hot.” Izzie retorted.

“I’m not skinny blonde hot.” Heather crossed her arms.

“Whatever, sexy brunette goddess.”

She let out a giggle, pleased to have the complement returned.

“Are you guys gonna make out now, or what?” Alex interrupted. Heather scoffed, leaving the room with Dr. Stevens in tow.

Dr. Palmer’s patient was scheduled for a lap cholecystectomy at 3 that afternoon with gensurg, so she had time to kill. Heading for the locker room to grab her wallet, she overheard a raised voice. Walking in, she saw a crowd had gathered, and Izzie stood in her bra and underwear.

“Let's study them, shall we? Gather around and check out the booty that put Izzie Stevens through med school. Have you had enough or should I continue? Because I have a few more very interesting tattoos. You want to call me Dr. Model? That's fine. Just remember that while you're sitting on 200 grand of student loans, I'm out of debt.” Izzie yanked her clothes back on and stormed out of the room, nearly knocking Heather over.

Everyone awkwardly filed out, leaving Alex and Heather staring at each other from across the room.

“Where do you get off?” She sighed, leaving her wallet still in her locker, and left for the break room empty handed.

Additional Bits That I’m Working In

Sure, he was a whore, but...seeing him with the kids stirred something in her. It freaked her out. He was Alex Karev, Dr. Evil Spawn, cheater, syphilis giver, aloof, uncommitted, but stubborn, calm, steady, yet exhilarating, adroit, wry, and so clever. And so kind. So kind. He held the premie in his arms, a crooked smile on his face, and feeling her gaze, glanced up to meet Heather’s eyes. She lit on fire under that gaze.

“Palmer.” Addison’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned away, towards the direction of Addison’s call. Alex’s eyes followed her out of the room.

“So who’s going with Dr. Montgomery-Shepard?”

“I will!”

“Palmer, you’re in Peds or OB everyday. I’m putting you in cardio.”

“Damn it.” she muttered. Cristina’s mouth dropped open in offense.

“What? She’s crazy and ungrateful and-turning down cardio?”

“Yang, take her place in OB today.”

“For God’s sake…” Cristina huffed and went to find Addison, leaving Heather with Burke.

“Hey, Joe! How’s your day been?” Heather hopped up on one of the barstools, trying not to slouch due to lack of back support.

“Eh, so-so. Whatcha drinking?”

“Hm. I’m not sure,” she turned to her right. “Alex, what am I drinking?”

“We’re off tomorrow. Have some damn tequila, Palmer.” he said with a smirk.

“Don’t mind if I do. Could I get a flight, Joe?”

“Alright! Make sure you don’t die of alcohol poisoning, Dr. Grundy.” Alex jabbed her in the side, making her flinch. She whacked him on the back of the head teasingly.

“Here ya are, Dr. Palmer.”

“Joe, please, it’s Heather.”

He chuckled, heading down the row as she took her first shot.

“No chaser? You psycho. That’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah, I know.”

And him. Just standing there, arms crossed, chewing his Extra peppermint gum, not a care in the world. He was leaning against the nurses’ station, and she noted with envy the eyes that weren’t hers staring at him.

Just laying there, hearing Mere’s bedsprings, Izzie’s rustling, George’s soft snores...she was so alone. She had no reason to be. Full house, friends that cared for her...or did they? It’s not like they went out of their way to make plans outside of work, other than Joe’s, which wasn’t exactly the healthiest of bonding activities. But no one fought for her. She didn’t even fight for herself, and she could feel it again, the sinking. The numbness was settling in again. She stared at the ceiling fan, spinning, spinning, spinning.

“It’s depression! Just...it hurts all the fucking time, Alex! And I just, file it away, keep myself busy with work, with Joe’s, with you-”

“Oh, so I’m just here to keep you busy, is that it?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Just sex?”

“Shut up!” He took a ragged breath. “Please, just leave me alone, Heather.”

She pursed her lips. “If you wanted-I mean I-”

“I asked you to leave.”

Defeated, she met his eyes and turned back down the garden path to her car, careful not to trip in the dark. She wouldn’t be sleeping here tonight.

Izzie hadn’t moved from the bathroom floor in about 18 hours. Heather was inclined to go lay down with her, but it wasn’t her rotation yet. George was in there keeping her company for now.

“Who’s next?”

“Meredith. When I tried to kill myself, it was because I saw no way out.” She fiddled with the sheets of Meredith’s bed to be rid of some of the fidgety anxiety. “Just having to be mediocre, feeling I wasn’t important to anybody…” she trailed off, looking in Meredith’s direction. “Mere, you have so much. You have such a gift and I know you don’t want to hear this, but you can’t be so careless. There are people who care about you, people who love-”

“Okay, Palmer, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, I really do, sharing your trauma and all that, but I’m fine. Really. I didn’t try to kill myself, thanks.”

Heather sat there until Meredith raised her eyebrows, a clear order to get out. Turning the corner she ran smack into Karev, whose eyes were haunted.

“You tried to kill youself?”

“Ha. Yeah, big whoop.” She looked at him witheringly. Her facade fell when they locked eyes and she shrugged. “G’night, Alex.” She sidestepped him, heading to the elevator.

“Okay, but you can see us being endgame right?” Meredith asked again desperately.

“Mere, I’ve already told you, you and Derek, if you want to make it work, you have to put in the effort! It depends on you two, not some magical twist of fate.”

“God, if he so much as looks at me funny, I’m reporting for sexual harassment.”

“That’s what everyone says before they sleep with him.” Callie said wryly.

No. Because he had this thing with Rebecca. And she was supposed to be with Ben. But, God was it hard to give him space.

“Please…” tears shined on his face, and his nose had started to run, “Please, please, please…”

He grabbed her by the back of her neck, forehead to forehead, pleading. “Alex-”

“Please...” She wiped his tears away, but new ones replaced them just as quickly.

“Callie, oh my God! Congratulations!”

“Thank you, Heather! George and I just-did it!’

“Lexie! Wanna work with me today?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!”

Heather pulled her to the side. “Thank God, you’re my favorite. Don’t tell the others.”

He pulled her closer to him, as if that would save her from the water that poured into the elevator, soaking their scrubs through. Their shoes were squelching as they ran to dry land. Except, of course, there wasn’t any. The whole floor was flooded.

“Oh, God, it’s seeping through my socks.” Heather groaned.

“I can handle the mess.” Alex said softly. “You know that.”

“But- I’m so much. Alex, Mere thinks she’s all dark and twisty or whatever, but that’s nothing, not to invalidate her but, it’s nothing compared-”

He took her by the sides of the face, eyes open, honest.

“I said, I can handle it. Do you want this?”

Heather nodded, as a loss for words.

“Then bring it on.”

“Get a crash cart, dammit!” Heather yelled, voice cracking as tears spilled over. She met Alex’s eyes, just as glassy as hers, and he took over compressions.

Her knees buckled. She fell to the floor as if in slow motion. Izzie, first, now George. Not Georgie. Her 007, her Bambi. O’Malley. The pain was constant, unceasing. Because he really was gone. She imagined him, like he should’ve been the next day, new Army uniform, neat buzzcut...her head was too full; it was too much. Her body wouldn’t move, her mind was debilitated-then strong arms grasping her, meeting her here, on the floor.

“He was. George was hit by a fucking bus!” They burst out in laughter, trying to stifle any echos so passersby wouldn’t freak out.

The addition of Mercy West was hell on earth. Even just the loss of Izzie made the workload shoot through the roof.

#WIP #greys anatomy #meredith grey #alex karev #izzie stevens #oc #george omalley #fanfic #my writing #take it easy on me i haven't written in a while #i wanted to write what i know so i made her mentally ill hehe

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rvnclwrites · 5 years

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Could I get a 2c for Charlie x MC? Thanks 😊

Heyoo, it would be my pleasure 😏“Can we get down now?” + smut

Note: So this “accidentally” turned out even more graphic than Charlie’s Birthday fic… hope that’s okay lol. Reader discretion is advised.

“Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked eagerly, leaning forward on her broom in attempt to keep up with Charlie. It was their day off, and the pair were soaring high above the breathtaking scenery of the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary.

“We’re almost there!” Charlie yelled back over his shoulder. He lead her to the rocky cliff ahead, swiftly dismounting his broom once they reached the flat surface.

(Y/N) followed suit but with a little less grace, stumbling slightly as she dismounted. Her pulse quickened as she placed her broom beside Charlie’s and did a full turn, ogling at the wide open space and incredible view. “How on earth did you find this place?”

Pulling her close and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Charlie grinned down at (Y/N) with that smile, that damn smile that made her heart somersault and her knees weak even after three years of being together. “You said you wanted to go somewhere different, so I found us a spot.”

She laughed, beaming up at him in admiration. “I had something a little closer to the ground in mind.”

“Oh, come on. You haven’t even seen the best part yet!” Taking her hand, Charlie guided her toward the edge where they could see a dozen dragons below, each spread out in their own section of the Sanctuary. (Y/N) instantly tightened her grip on Charlie’s hand as she peered over the ledge, and he squeezed hers reassuringly.

“Wow. It really is amazing,” she said, trying to keep her focus on the dragons, but her mind kept wondering just how high up they were. She let out a nervous laugh and wiped her free hand on her shorts. “But uh, can we get down now? My palms are sweating like crazy up here.”

Charlie laughed and took a few cautious steps back to the center. “What, you don’t trust my Seeker abilities enough to be able to catch you?”

(Y/N) circled her arms around his waist, pulling his body against hers. “I absolutely do, but let’s just say I’d rather not test it. Why don’t we head to the bar for some Butterbeer?”

Inclining his head down to her ear, Charlie exhaled slowly before catching the skin between his teeth and biting gently. “I had something a little different in mind first,” he whispered.

Without meaning to, (Y/N) let out a soft sigh and her eyelids fluttered shut. She breathed in Charlie’s familiar, comforting scent of grass and honeysuckle, and was unable to deny the thrill of pleasure coursing down between her thighs. “Here?” she breathed as Charlie moved his lips to hover tauntingly above her own.

“Only if you want to…” His lips inched closer, nearly touching hers but waiting for her approval. “I highly doubt anyone else has ever been up here before.”

With Charlie’s breath warm on her lips and his heat radiating against her body, (Y/N) gave in and kissed him hard, moving a hand behind his neck to pull him closer. Charlie responded earnestly, gliding his tongue inside her mouth while his hands gripped her waist. (Y/N) felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled her shirt above her head and tossed it to the ground, exposing her light blue bra. Even though they were far out of sight, they had never done anything like this in public before.

“I love you so much,” Charlie managed between fervent kisses. With one flick of the wrist behind her back, he unclasped (Y/N)’s bra, adding it to the pile on the ground.

(Y/N) felt her face grow hot but Charlie’s touch made her forget where she was or what her own name was for that matter. She forced off his shirt amid the passion, and he guided her down onto the landing, her nipples turning rock hard as her back touched the chilled stone. “I love you more,” she said, moaning as he sucked and kissed all over her exposed flesh.

Charlie shook his head. “Uh-uh.” His teeth grazed her lower hip while his hands easily worked the button of her shorts. A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over (Y/N) as he slid them down along with her underwear, exposing her body completely. Before she could say it was her turn to strip him, Charlie was already buried deep between her thighs, his tongue expertly exploring her wetness.

(Y/N) gasped in surprise, arching her back as his mouth worked an entirely different kind of magic on her. She practically melted into the stone while he began teasing her, tracing his tongue up and down at an agonizing pace. Nearly seeing stars as his tongue circled her clit, (Y/N) tugged on his wavy red hair. “Please get up here,” she pleaded, earning her one of Charlie’s heart-stopping grins. As he propped himself above her, (Y/N) hastily pushed his shorts and underwear down far enough to free his lower half.

He groaned as she palmed him and forced him to lay on his back, kicking off her shoes and shorts as she straddled his waist. It was now (Y/N)’s turn to tease, slowly sliding up and down against him, coating him in her wetness. “Bloody hell,” he breathed, his hips jerking up in attempt to create more friction. His dilated eyes trailed down her body, from her bouncing breasts to the part he desired most. “Have I ever told you you’re the sexiest woman I know?”

(Y/N) leaned down, smiling against his neck before kissing her way over to Charlie’s swollen lips. “Just a dozen times or so,” she said, trailing a delicate hand down his freckled chest. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it more often.” And without any warning, (Y/N) slammed her hips down onto him, swiftly gliding Charlie’s hardness deep inside her.

“Fuck,” Charlie swore with a gasp. He straightened to a sitting position and forced (Y/N)’s mouth back on his, kissing her as if he needed her to survive.

(Y/N)’s mind swirled as waves of pleasure built up inside her with each thrust. She hummed against Charlie’s mouth, moving up and down as fast as her hips would allow. Charlie moved a hand down to rub her clit and before she knew it, (Y/N) was coming undone on her boyfriends lap, shaking and moaning as her orgasm overtook her. The sight of her or feel of her muscles tightening on his hardness must have been too much for Charlie. He followed suit shortly after, claiming (Y/N)’s lips with his own on more time as he finished inside her.

(Y/N) buried her face into the warm crook of Charlie’s neck, giggling once she came back to her senses and remembered where they were. “Ready to get some Butterbeer now?”

The redhead cackled with laughter before kissing the top of (Y/N)’s head and nodding. “After that, I’ll get you whatever you want.”

#charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley #charlie weasley fluff #hphm #hogwarts mystery #fanfic #charlie weasley smut #harry potter #hphm mc #mywriting #mine #rvnclwrites #asks

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Makeover fic. This is for my love. It's long but I lied about this being 2 parts because I'm long-winded. @amethyst1993

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Part 2

The next stop was shoes. Erik grabbed a few pairs including heels, offering to pay since Ken was already spending a lot as it was. He shook a pair of 3-inch chunky heels at her impatiently and she turned her nose up..

“Do I have to? I can’t walk in heels.”

“Do you wanna be a bad bitch or nah? ..Yes? Then put them muhfuckas on and take your time… Keep your ankles straight.” He tried to control his face when her ankle went in and out but a snort escaped.

“I’m glad you find this so hilarious, nigga. You try walking in heels,” she snapped, embarrassed. "This is stupid!"

“Chill, you’re doing good... for a newborn giraffe.” He covered his smirk.

“I’m not doing this,” she sighed with her hands on her hips. Reaching down to take off one of the heels, she was stopped by Erik’s hand. She snatched away and her ankle went out again, but he caught her before she could fall.

“Hold onto me and walk, one foot in front of the other.”

“People are staring,” she whispered nervously.

“Don’t worry about what they’re doing. Worry about walking in them heels… More hips in the walk. You stiff. Get some motion going. Like this, watch me.” Her gave a brief runway walk mimicking the combined walks of all the women he’d been with.. strutting with just enough model and just enough stank to make Ken snort.

“I’m sorry,” she covered her mouth in attempt to stop smiling. Erik rolled his eyes.

“You get the point, now copy what I just did… just like that, boom boom. Don’t be scared of yourself… Shoulders back and chest out,” he said inwardly groaning as her chest popped forward. He averted his eyes. “Yup, you’ve got it.” She was giddy, hugging him tightly and jumping in excitement. “Okay, okay,” he pushed her away gently and she rolled her eyes thinking he didn’t want her all over him, but in actuality he just didn’t want her to feel him get hard. “So you bringing ya ass to class tomorrow. Remember.. posture is key. Walk is key. Know that you That Bitch and you will be.” Ken was overwhelmed with emotion. She stole another hug from Erik, releasing him quickly before he could push her off.

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She took a deep breath, stepping into her classroom with the confidence Erik had coached her into. She didn’t wear heels, but her ankle strap sandals matched the outfit Erik chose, skinny jeans and an off-the-shoulder pink and off-white floral print blouse. Her hair was down, long and curly past her armpits and with a fresh, clean face and full natural brows arched to perfection, she didn’t look into her classmates’ faces, she simply took her seat as usual. She could feel the strong stares and when she did look up, a few girls complimented her silently with their large smiles. It made her feel good and she smiled back at them individually. The energy that they were giving her, she wanted more of. “You look so good! I love your hair, oh my God,” a girl named Mercedez gushed after class, approaching her and reaching out to touch the soft curls. “Is.. all this yours,” she whispered in question.

“Yep.” Ken had been growing it for years and leaving it alone. Only thing fake on her was her nails, which she was starting to love more and more despite the fact that it was harder to write, type, and wipe. She figured that out quickly though.

“Hey you, when’s your next class? When you free? You wanna go to the caf? My meal plan lit, I got you.” Marquis came up chatting to her in the hall like they were old friends meanwhile she’d never once had a conversation with him. They were nearly strangers! She thought he was speaking to someone else at first until his hand went lightly to her shoulder, barely touching it but still present and hovering.

“Can't today. I got a class I’m rushing to, but maybe Thursday,” she said, rushing off politely. That wasn't the last strange thing to happen. Her next class she shared with Erik and Travis and Travis was acting strangely. Ken heard him whisper to Erik about a new girl being fine.

“That’s not a new girl, nigga, that’s Ken,” Erik replied not so quietly. There was a pause. Ken walked closer to say her hello.

“You lyiiiinnnng,” Travis gaped in awe. “If you Ken, then say something Ken would say.”

“Your-middle-name-Rondalez-you-can't-cook-or-wash-your-own-clothes-you-peed-on-yourself in-the-”

“WHOA chill,” his eyes widened nervously flitting to Erik who shook his head. Travis gathered himself quickly, rubbing his chest. “Okay," he looked her up and down, "But what’s with the, uh,” he gestured to her outfit, “Everything. I mean...” He nodded his approval and Ken started to grin, flattered. “You do look good like this, I won’t lie,” he shrugged still focused on her crazy curves. His eyes were glued to her thighs. "Yeah, you look mad good in fact." Biting his lip, he grabbed her hand holding it up gently, “Turn around for me real quick?” She started to spin and Erik snatched her hand back down.

“Stop that weird shit. Nigga, it’s KEN.” Erik pushed Travis a foot backwards and stood as a barrier.

“KenDRA,” she stressed causing Travis’ eyebrow to raise. He looked around Erik to her. Annoyed, Erik pulled Ken to her seat and made her sit like she was on punishment before returning to smack Travis in the back of the head. Even after the class started, Travis kept looking back, biting and licking his lips, an obvious sign that he was into someone. Ken knew him well having seen him do the same exact thing countless times in the past to various girls. Their friendship did go all the way back to middle school afterall. This was weird, Erik was right. Travis was too close to her, almost like family. She couldn’t do it. She allowed Erik to block his path after class while she made her escape.

Thankfully, Shawn was still the same. "I'm still confused by this.. because you the homie, but you double caked up so it's weird.. You feel me?" He was so straightforward and honest. It was a comfort. "And I don't like Kendra. I knew a Kendra. I don't like that, can I just call you Ken?"

She smirked, "Yeah, you can call me Ken."

Then she saw him. Mr. New Balance from the mall and her little heart was heavy. She still felt the kick of his denial and she started to tuck her tail, but she kept her head high and kept walking past him on the sidewalk to her next class. Surprisingly, he turned altering his route to walk beside her. “Heey, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before and I thought I knew all the pretty black queens at this school.” That sentence made her sick. Not only did he not recognize her but in a twisted way without him realizing it, he was calling her ugly. She looked at him briefly. She was disgusted, all the pain of being denied by him gone.

“Oh you've definitely seen me before.”

“I’d have definitely remembered that,” he smiled, “I won't even ask if you gotta man ‘cause I don't care. I'm a wear you down and you gone be mine.”

“That’s funny, I asked you out two days ago and you said you had a girl.” He looked over to stare into her her face and she stopped walking, turning with a stomp to stare him back in his.

“Hm?" It took a while. "Oh damn,” he gasped finally recognizing her. “My bad, beautiful, I ain’t know you was this bad. Forgive me for sleeping.”

“Nahh, nigga," she chuckled humorlessly. "Stay sleep.” She strutted off without missing a beat. She was still irritated as she walked away, but a part of her also felt proud of herself and empowered. She’d denied the guy who’d denied her a couple of days ago and.. she checked briefly over her shoulder.. He was still staring at her as though she hadn't just dismissed him. What was this magic that turned men into even bigger fools? Was this ‘pretty power’?

She went through the rest of the week in a different light. It was a new world of opportunity like her glass ceiling had been raised miraculously. Overall, people of all genders were way nicer and more respectful. It was like living in the Twilight Zone and though she was sick at the duality and fakeness of people, she didn't want to go back to being ignored. She could do anything in this world as a pretty girl. Flirting for the first time with various people was enjoyable. She hadn't felt weird or uncomfortable or denied not once! She was well recieved. It was a mindblowingly freeing feeling. For the first time in her life, she was desirable. She felt that soon she'd even be able to find someone a special someone and start experiencing things like romance and sex. She was too ready, but how would she go about it when she'd never even been on a date?

At home, she took care of her coursework, ate, and then she got in the mirror. Taking stock of her face, body, and hair, she took to YouTube and Instagram watching beauty gurus, hauls, and lookbooks. She did her own research, ordering staple peices of the clothing that she liked from online. She took a trip back to the mall to buy some chokers, leggings, and accessories to mimic the styles she'd seen online. She even got her makeup done at Sephora and bought all of the products used. She watched carefully and soaked in the instructions before returning home to practice, binging on makeup videos. Over the next week, she styled herself and took pictures daily, posting them on her Instagram. Her follower count grew quickly along with the number of likes she recieved. She started getting hearts and eyes in her comments and her DMs wheezed to life. Soon, her packages arrived and she was really able to show out. She pulled a fluffy pink bra, multicolored pants that she adored, heels, a choker, and a matching waist necklace or whatever it was called. She beat her face in her home mirror and took down her hair allowing it to fall full and free. To say that she was feeling herself was an extreme understatement. Couldn't nobody tell her that she didn't look tantalizing and divine with her titties SITTING and her clothes fitting to her figure perfectly. She posed herself happy in the mirror, tossing her hair and loving the skin she was in before deciding that she needed to capture the moment on camera. The shots came out amazing. She loved how confident and fearless she came across and she posted the photos on Instagram, proud of the way she looked. Her IG had become her own personal lookbook.

The next morning, she put together another look that she was proud of. A cropped cream blouse with slight cleavage and bell sleeves, a brown nude miniskirt, and strappy corset heels. Her hair was up in a high bun and she wore large gold hoops. Going about her day, she had various classes and new people to fawn over her as they saw her around. She was getting numbers left and right. She still saw Erik and she gave him dap remembering not to hug him. He pointed out her heels with a grin.

"Oh you a bad bitch, huh? You cute or whatever! You do seem happier. I'm proud of you." He broke the touch barrier hugging her tightly and she happily accepted, but when he pulled away, he switched moods. "BUT.. BUT..," he pointed, "What the hell was that shit you posted on IG yesterday? You thirst trappin now? I DM'd you and you ain't respond. I texted you and you ain't respond."

"Hell yeah I'm thirst trapping," she chuckled, "I gotta find dick somehow. Do you know what it's like going from completely dry to having your pick of the litter?" She hadn't responded to Erik because she'd been so busy responding to various niggas! "I'm trying get these virgin guts smashed!"

"Nooo," Erik cringed, "Kendra... You gotta slow down and take your time get to know niggas, don't just give that shit away. Make them niggas work for it. They don't deserve it. YOU choosing now, so slow down.. the dick will be there."

"But I want it nooowww," Ken whined playfully, pouting.

"Babygirl, you need to wait.. and put on some pants! What's this school's dress code? You might wanna rethink wearing skirts that damn short. I can almost see your coochie. Ass too fat for that."

"...Babygirl?" Ken squinted at him in humored confusion. He kissed his teeth.

"That's all you heard? Yeeeeah, you thirsty. I'm just saying, you doing well and all but you're moving too fast. Just dial it back some. Put some clothes on or something when you on the gram at least.. and at school.

"Really nigga?" She chuckled. He was the one who put her in her first deep v-neck shirt and told her she needed to feel comfortable with herself and now she finally was. He was the one who made her buy lingerie in hopes that she would get laid. What else did he think would happen?

"I'm looking out for you, Ken. You getting the wrong kind of attention and the niggas you talking to.. ain't good niggas. I know things and I'm trying to spare you. They ain't gone tell you they ain't shit. They just gone let you find out for yourself the hard way."

"Mm and who's better, go ahead," she waited. He scoffed.

"I'll show you, gimme your phone... You talking to Dame? Nah not that one... and Charles a hoe, he like white girls. Marquis is a no. I hear that nigga got crabs every other month. Kevin got herpes and spreading it so be careful with these women too. This one broke as fuck and wanna use you. Damn. You don't wanna do any of these you got in your DM's right now... Why Travis ass in here?"

"Ask him! I've got the same damn question. I've been ignoring him." She snatched her phone back staring at the faces. Erik had no reason to lie, but she was still extremely irritated. She looked around and spotted a bookworm type who was cute but in an understated, under the radar type way. A smirk crossed over her lips and Erik turned to look at who she was scoping.

"I'm gonna ask him to take me out on a date and when he says yes, I'm going to have fun on my first ever date.. then I'm going to fuck him into a coma."

"You ain't hear a damn word I just said."

"I did! Have you heard anything negative about him?" He couldn't say that he had. Ken zipped over to the guy who said his name was Byran. She secured a date for the weekend. He said he'd take her someplace nice. She was over the moon with excitement.

---

"You did what," Travis chuckled.

"Told that nigga I'd crack his ribs if he touched Ken and that he better wine and dine her right then drop her ass off and fuck off to a comic book convention or whatever the fuck he does."

"Niggaaa.. She gone kill you for intervening. Why would you do that shit? That nigga look like if you touch him he'll shatter. He prolly shit himself when you threatened him! You sure I ain't the only one feeling the kid, E?"

"I'm just looking out for her, that's all. She hot in the ass right now and she need to slow down."

---

Ken wore a short mauve bodycon dress with a matching long mauve jacket and nude brown heels. She made sure her makeup was as clean as she could make it and that her long hair hung down in defined curls, checking her reflection anxiously over and over. Bryon dressed up nicely in a grey suit and orange tie. His suit was a little oversized, but it reminded her of herself. She figured she'd eventually help him to become more stylish as she had, but they could move slowly into it. She could even get Erik involved when the time came. She didn't want to bring that up on her first date, she wanted to get to know him and enjoy herself. He picked her up with flowers and it was an awkward meeting. He looked as though he were extremely nervous and preoccupied. He didn't seem to even notice her appearance and that offended her. She took the flowers and sat them aside, rubbing his arms in attempt to calm and comfort him, but he couldn't be soothed. Discouraged, she asked if he needed to reschedule, but he insisted that they go out. On the good side, he took her out for seafood and let her order whatever meal she wanted. She liked the food and tried to eat slowly, in a way that she'd seen others do. She was concious of her chewing and used her napkin. However, the evening was very quiet. He was very shy and not much for conversation. He barely looked at her. She thought she had something on her face at first, but a trip to the restroom proved her face was fine. At the end of the meal, he payed and drove her back home. She tried to get him to come in, but he was extremely adamant about having a lot of homework to do and in the end, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't convince him. She felt like she'd failed. He didn't call or text and she'd waited. She didn't understand what about her still wasn't good enough for love, so for the rest of the week, she made it a point to stay to herself.. until Erik called her to hang out with the guys.

It was Sunday and Shawn was already there. Travis popped up after. They listened to her boring date story pointing out all of the easy opportunities Byron missed. "He ain't called you back? Texted? Nothing? Yeah he's a dumbass." Travis shook his head. "See, I wouldn't do you li-"

"That's crazy," Erik added cutting him off. "Thought that lil boney nigga would jumped on it. Told you these niggas ain't shit. You gone listen to me eventually." Ken rested slouched on the couch, her thighs wide apart and she belched swirling her soda in her hand. "Cheer up, you dodged a bullet. Just focus on you and the right one will come. Be patient."

She didn't want to be patient. She wanted what she wanted. She wanted what she deserved.

---

"Yo baby, yo baby, yo," a voice called on her way to class and Ken turned to see that same negro approaching. New Balance.

"They got black fraternities on this campus? No baby, no baby, no," she rolled her eyes and he chuckled.

"Aw, my thick queen looking good enough to eat. I'd spend hours.. That's my word. You wouldn't be able to do shit but cum. Don't answer yet, just think."

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. Nigga, do you even know my name," she snapped.

"I'll learn whatever names you want me to. My name is Trent, and you are?"

"Not messing with you!"

"Okay," he smirked. "But maybe you should. Let me take you out this weekend. If not this weekend, next weekend. All my weekends are free.. for you." She stopped walking. He wouldn't give up or leave her alone until she said yes. Exasperated, she faced him.

"You know what? Fuck it. This my Instagram, DM me. I'm not giving you my number."

"Kendra," he said reading her name aloud. "Let me message you now. This weekend, Saturday at 7pm. I can scoop you or meet you."

"Meet me."

"I'll send you the location."

---

The location was a steakhouse and he was already there in a suit that fit and a thousand watt smile. He was attractive, of course, but still an asshole. He seemed to sit that aside though, showing nothing but charm. Soon, she forgot she wasn't supposed to like him and she began to actually enjoy herself.

"Kendra," a familiar voice called and she turned to find Erik dressed up and dapper with a beautiful woman on his arm in red. They looked red-carpet worthy and she was in awe. His eyebrow raised and she knew he was pissed that she didn't tell him about her date. With a sweet smile, she wordlessly tried to smooth it over.

"Hey Erik, this is my date.. uh.."

"Kenneth," he said quickly. She realized she'd never asked.

"Kenneth! Yes, and this is my best friend, Erik." Erik nodded, eyeing Kenneth closely. Ken suddenly felt a chill, but when Erik's date nudged him and gestured with her head toward the door, he excused himself with a polite goodbye.

"I'll talk to you later tonight," he said over his shoulder on his way out and Ken knew to expect an ear full.

"He likes you," Kenneth smirked, "But it doesn't matter because he's not fucking you tonight, I am." Sipping his drink he met Ken's eye waiting for her to oppose. She didn't.

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cryptidhunter461 · 6 years

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Bucky Barnes smut

I was bored so I wrote this, first one. I want honest criticism. If you want one, I may do it, if I know the character.

Warning: smut, pretty much all smut

Enjoy!!!

My head is pounding. Why is it so bright? I open my eyes, instantly regretting my decision. I groaned as I sat up in my bed, rubbing my head. I looked around my room, confused on how I had gotten to my room.

What happened last night? The memory of what happened yesterday all came rushing back to me, making me tear up again.

I had gone over to see my boyfriend, Kevin, to surprise him since he had gotten a promotion at his job. When I got there, I could hear sounds coming from his bedroom. I went to check it out. I wish i could erase what I saw, but it was burned into my mind. He was fucking his next door neighbor.

I surprised him. We got into a huge fight, Kevin trying to somehow blame me for his cheating, and I stormed out, ending it with him. I was so upset that I started drinking when I got home. I blacked out sometime after that, not sure what happened.

I sigh as I get up from my bed and wander into my kitchen, wanting some water and some pain meds. I froze at the entrance of my living room, seeing a figure on my couch.

My best friend, Bucky Barnes, was fast asleep on my couch. I was really confused on how and why he was here. Last time we talked, he was still on a mission with the Avengers and wasn’t going to be back for another few days.

I walk closer to him and study him for a few moments. I will admit, Bucky was very good looking: dark brown hair that went to right above his shoulders, light blue eyes, really nice body. He was also sweet and a really good friend. I was also intrigued by his arm, that is actually how we met.

I work in this coffee shop that is close to the Avengers headquarters. I had worked there for years but never really met any of the Avengers except for Stark’s assistant who would get coffee for them.

One day, I had saw Bucky sitting in the corner, just keeping to himself. I had thought he was really hot and was intrigued by this man. I got up the courage and went over to talk to him. His blue eyes nearly stopped my heart when he had looked at me.

I then noticed his arm and I started to nerd out about it. I thought it was really cool, which seemed to surprise him. He then started coming in almost everyday to talk with me. He told me about his past while I taught him about now a days, history, movies, music. We became quick friends. He even introduced to the other Avengers.

I then met Kevin. He was a sweet guy and seemed to really like me. Yes, I was crazy about Bucky, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t care about me that way so I went out with him, which now I regret.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re awake.” I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed that Bucky was awake. I smile at him.

“Yeah, woke up just a little bit ago. Why are you here?” I ask. Bucky sits up as I sit next to him. He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Apparently, you don’t remember. I called you, saying our mission got done early, but you were balling on the phone, so I came over. You were shit faced drunk when I got here, mumbling something about Kevin. I held you till you passed out. I then carried you to your room. I figured I would stay to make sure you were doing ok.” I sigh and run my hand through my hair.

“Kevin cheated on me.” I say. Bucky didn’t say anything. He just scooted closer to me and held me.

“He was an ass for doing that.” I sigh and stand up, pulling away from him.

“Apparently, most guys are. Why is it that the last three guys all cheated on me? Am I really that bad of a person?” I start tearing up. Bucky stands in front of me, grabbing my arms.

“Y/N, you are not a bad person! All those guys are idiots for not realizing how beautiful and amazing and sweet you are and for letting you get away.” My eyes widen at Bucky’s words.

I will admit, my feelings never went away for my best friend, even growing stronger, but I didn’t push it. If he didn’t feel the same way about me, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

“Thanks, Bucky. I wish I could find an amazing guy like you.” I smile at him. I noticed a look go through his eyes, but I couldn’t figure what it was. One of his hands lets go of my arm and he wipes the tears from my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, always finding comfort in his touch.

“Y/N...” I look up at Bucky. He looks like he is fighting with himself. Before I can say anything, Bucky’s lips were on mine. My eyes widen and I froze, more from surprised then anything else.

Before I could react, Bucky quickly pulled away, letting me go and turning away from me. I stood there, now in even more shocked, and missing his presence. I reach up and touch my lips

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that. Pretend that didn’t happen. I’ll just-”

“Do it again.” He quickly turns around, eyes widen looking at me.

“What?”

“Do it again.” This time, he didn’t hesitate. He quickly rushed back over to me, grabbed my face, and kissed me. I instantly kissed backed, my hands grabbing his shirt.

This was the best kiss I have ever had. The way his lips seen to mold to mine, the sparks that spread from my body, the heat from his hand and the chill from his metal hand were sending shivers up and down my spine.

His metal hand move from my face to my waist, pulling me closer to him. My hands move up to his hair, my hands tangling in it. He groaned and the kissed turned more passionate. I tugged on his hair again, wanting to hear him groan again.

He grabs my hips, picking me up. This makes me gasp, which allows him to slip his tongue past my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me somewhere. Our tongues dance together, which feels so good that I let out a small moan.

“Damn, doll. You’re going to kill me.” He says after he pulls away from my lips. He sets me down on my kitchen counter as he starts kissing and biting my neck.

“Bucky.” I moan out, loving the feeling of his lips on me.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this.” He tells me. He looks at me, asking me with his eyes.

“Then why are you still waiting?” He smirks as he reaches down and slips my shirt off. Apparently, I changed my clothes last night, which meant I didn’t have a bra on either.

“You are beautiful, doll.” I feel a blush cross my cheeks. I reach for his shirt and tug at it. He smirks and slips it off. My eyes widen when I see the scar where his metal arm is connected. I reach forward, touching it. I hear him gasp which makes me look at him, making sure I wasn’t hurting him.

I then leaned forward and kiss his chest. He groans again which turns me on even more. I reach forward and start undoing his pants, realizing how much I needed Bucky. After I get them off, Bucky gently grabs my chin and pulls my lips back to his.

His hands reach up to my chest. I moan as he massages my chest. He then kisses down my neck, to my chest. He gently pushes me to lay back on the counter. He sucks on my left breast, which sends so much pleasure through my body.

I gasp when I feel Bucky’s metal hand start rubbing my clit. I didn’t even realize he had slipped my shorts off. He smirks as he starts to kiss lower.

When his tongue hits my clit, I gasp and my backs arches off the counter. He uses his metal hand to hold me down, so I can’t move from him as he devours me.

He was so good with his tongue, that i became a moaning mess. I reached down and grabbed on his hair, pulling slightly. This made him groan, which the vibrations sent pleasure through me.

The knot in my stomach was getting tighter the more Bucky did to me. I was so close and the only word I could seem to form was his name. Right when I was about to burst, he stopped, which made me whine. He chuckles.

“I want to be inside you when you come.” I look up at him, seeing the lust in his eyes.

“Then fuck me already, Bucky.” He growls as he pulls me closer to the edge of the counter. He slips his boxers off as I sit up, using my elbows to hold me up. Seeing his dick made my eyes widen. He was big, bigger then anyone I have ever had.

“Ready?” I look up at Bucky and nod my head. He grabs his member, aligning himself with my entrance. He then thrust himself all the way in. I gasp at the feeling of being full. Bucky groans as he grabs my hips. “You feel so good, doll.”

“Move.” I didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into me, making me moan loud. He kept doing this over and over again.

I sit up a little more, wrapping my arms around his neck. He groans and kisses me hard, our tongues playing with each other. I moan into the kiss as he picks up speeds, hitting that magic spot inside me over and over again. He pulls away from me, laying his head on my shoulder.

“You are so tight, doll.” He uses his metal hand to reach between us, rubbing my clit, fast.

“Oh god, James, I’m close.” I moan out loud. Apparently, he liked me saying his actual name because he picked up speed and fucked me harder.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” And that was all it took. I screamed his name, having one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. I’m pretty sure I blacked out for a couple seconds. Bucky followed soon after, shooting his cum into me.

We stayed there, panting, still joined together. I was so happy about this, but when my brain started to work again, it started having second thoughts. What does this mean for us? I decided to be honest with him, seeing as we did just fuck.

“I have had a crush on you since the moment we met.” Bucky looks up at me, eyes widen. “I look forward to you coming by the coffee shop every day. You were the best part of my day. I loved learning new things about you and teaching you new things. I was scared though, that you didn’t feel the same about me, which is why I started dating Kevin. My feelings for you still grew though.” Bucky stares at me for a few moments, before getting one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen. He leans in and kisses me again. This kiss was short but showed me he felt the same.

“I wanted to ask you out for so long. You made me feel somewhat normal again and it killed me when you started dating him. You are now mine.” I smile.

“I like the sound of that.” He finally pulls out of me, but I noticed he was getting hard again. “Round two?” I ask.

“I don’t think we’re leaving your apartment all day.” He says, as he picks me up and carries me to my room, where we did spent the next couple hours making up for lost time.

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spartanguard · 6 years

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a charm of powerful trouble: charmed life

My darling @cocohook38, here’s the rest of your birthday present! And another note to say just how much I adore you and your fantastic art. You are the best and the sweetest!!!

summary: something of a smutty sequel to a charm of powerful trouble: werewolf!Killian and Emma test out how well the enchantment on his charms works at keeping him in human form with a night of passion on the Jolly Roger. Rated M, 2.6k

Wind whipped the sails and rocked the ship, making the waves dance a frenzy in the light of the full moon reflecting on them. Emma wasn’t sure what that meant—if there was some sailor’s saying about a wind like that on a cloudless night—but it was hard to care when her husband had his arms wrapped around her from behind and was nipping at her neck.

She closed her eyes to the view of the horizon and leaned back into him, melting into his warm embrace as his lips kissed and sucked across her shoulder, only pausing to nudge the strap of her tank top down with his nose to give him easier access. She shivered, both from the chill of the breeze and the way each press of his lips jolted through her.

When he reached the end of her shoulder, he tucked his scruffy chin in the crook of her neck. “Are you warm enough, love?” he murmured, voice a bit husky—but it always did around the full moon.

She turned in his arms to face him, meeting his blue eyes, which were shining with adoration and practically glowing in the moonlight. Or maybe they were really glowing—it was hard to tell, and this was the first time they’d tested out how well the enchantment on his pirate charms worked at holding his human form. So far, so good, it seemed, but his hair was still just on the edge of shaggy like it usually got during his wolf weeks, and his beard had filled in, too. She loved it.

Another perk to his transformation, traumatic as it had initially been, was that he produced more than enough body heat for the both of them. “I’m just fine,” she answered, pressing her chest to his just a bit more and feeling the warmth radiate through his v-necked t-shirt; it was even more intense than usual, since she’d foregone a bra this evening. (She knew she wouldn’t have been wearing it long.)

“You are?” he wondered aloud, the quirk of his eyebrow indicating he was up to something. “Well, then,” he started, his hand and brace-free wrist wandering south over the curve of her ass. “I suppose we’ll have to cool you off!”

In one swift motion, he lifted her over his shoulder and stepped forward, leaving her feet dangling over open water. She shrieked, grabbing onto his shoulders and shouting through laughter, “No! I’m not THAT hot!”

“Oh, you’re not?” he chuckled, and shuffled back to return her feet to the deck. The way he was smirking just highlighted how full his beard was—normally, a dimple would be winking at her, but it barely cut through the gingery scruff. She couldn’t help but grin at his self-satisfied expression. “I should probably do something about that.”

“You should.”

An intense moment passed between them, and she was pretty sure she actually saw a fire lighting in his eyes as he licked his full lips. And then she grabbed hold of his necklace and tugged him down to her, meeting him with a searing kiss and wandering hands. His snaked down her back and gripped her hips, while hers settled at his waist and began to tug at the hem of his shirt before slipping under it.

Her fingers brushed against his heated skin, feeling the dips of the muscles of his sides as she pulled the navy cotton up, up, up. When she reached the top of his chest, he lifted his arms without halting the dance his tongue was doing with hers until he absolutely had to.

They reluctantly broke apart so she could tug the shirt up over his head, but he took over, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. It left his hair adorably mussed, and she sunk her fingers into his soft locks as their lips rejoined.

He bent slightly and grabbed below her rear once more, smoothly lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist in response. Had she not been otherwise preoccupied, she might have noticed the twinkling lights of Storybrooke that seemed far off from where they’d dropped anchor in the harbor, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than the fire that was quickly building within, and was being fanned by the feel of his growing erection pressing against her ass through both their jeans.

She hardly even noticed that Killian was moving, confidently taking her to his cabin below deck with sure steps. With a final nip of her bottom lip, he began to kiss a trail down her cheek back to her neck as the descended to his quarters, even remembering when to hold the back of her head to protect her from the beam at the entrance as he sucked at her pulse point, causing her to grab him tighter.

In a few long strides, he deposited her gently on the bunk. His hand and stump did the same as she’d done earlier, moving up her sides and leaving a path of heat on her skin as he pulled her tank top up and off.

He hovered over her once they were bare from the waist up, nuzzling her nose with his and pressing his forehead to hers. It was something sweet he’d always done, but seemed even more puppyish now that he officially had a canine side.

The little things like that never ceased to remind her just how damn much she loved him, and before her heart overflowed with sheer adoration, she reached for his charms again and tugged just enough to tilt his head forward so their lips could find each other’s once more.

They took it slow for a moment, Killians arms bracing himself on the bunk on either side of her, her hands on his chest, as their mouths did a rumba—slowly pressing on, sliding against, nipping at the other in a languid pace that they rarely kept, as they were usually much too eager to join together.

Emma was getting so lost in the lazy movements—and so into it—that Killian’s yelp of surprise jarred her. Her eyes flew open to see him licking his lower lip, not seductively but in an almost soothing motion. She must have bit too hard, but...could anyone blame her?

She started to apologize, and Killian’s eyes flashed up at her when he heard her voice. Whatever she was expecting to see in his gaze wasn’t there, replaced with something almost predatory. His blue irises were definitely glowing, but blown wide with lust, making her words die before even leaving her mouth.

A low growl came from his chest, vibrating against her palms, but she was more confused than scared—what if the charms didn’t work right? But then a sly grin overtook his features, and he pounced forward in a graceful motion, pinning her shoulders to the wall on the other side of the narrow cot as he resumed his plunder of her mouth. His left arm wrapped around her lower back while the right gripped her side and thumbed over the swell of her breast, a line of heat on otherwise cool skin—but it was quickly becoming flushed.

His head moved south and she gasped for air after he released her mouth and headed back to her neck, nipping and sucking even harder, definitely leaving marks. Once she almost regained her breath, she panted out, “So I take it you liked the biting?”

He paused, resting his forehead on her shoulder. “Aye, love; more than I thought I would.” He was just as out of breath as she was, and she could feel the sweat starting to slick on his skin when she ran her fingers through his chest hair. She wasn’t in much better shape judging by the beads she could feel forming between her breasts, despite the cool metal of his charms where they dangled from his neck and settled against her skin.

“Not even to the fun stuff and we’re already sweaty,” she joked.

“Well, Swan, perhaps we better remove these last garments.” His voice was thick and raspy with lust, even deeper than normal, and it was only exacerbated by the seductive snarl that followed as he arched his hips into hers, the bulge in his pants grinding against her arousal. She inhaled sharply at the sensation and gripped his chest muscles.

Summoning any mental ability she had left, she closed her eyes and focused; a second and a wisp of magic later, they were completely naked, and his cock was pressed right against her folds. He instinctively slid against her again, now brushing her sensitive clit, and both moaned in pleasure, though Killian’s was nearly a whimper.

So fast she barely realized what was happening, he gripped her tight to him and moved them so they lay lengthwise on the bed, leaving him perched on all fours above her, between her legs. He stared down at her briefly, those glowing irises still boring into her with a mixture of adoration and possession. She’d gotten used to his wilder side during daytime lovemaking in the past few months, but now that he had the charms keeping him human, it seemed his lupine instincts were even stronger.

Part of her wanted to drag this encounter out, to savor the feral way he was bringing her to pleasure. But before she could even think about it, he was back on top of her, devouring her mouth and rutting his hips against hers. She could feel the slickness of her arousal gliding along his erection, grazing her clit with every pass; that, combined with the delicious scrape of his beard against her chin and the brush of his chest hair against her pebbled nipples told her she wasn’t going to last that long. But at least they had the whole night.

Slowly, she bent her leg and found the back of Killan’s with her heel. She dragged it up his calf and thigh, through the dark, coarse hairs that covered his lean legs, until settling on the curve of his pert ass—and then used it to press him against her, jarring him to stop his own movements and pull back to look at her.

“Get inside me, pirate,” she breathed. He answered with a toothy grin and a familiar glint in his eyes as he shifted back just enough to free his cock, and then entered her in a single smooth motion.

She gasped as he filled her, perfect as always, and the extra heat he gave off only added to the sensation—of being whole, being complete, being loved. She reached up and brushed the sweat-matted hair from his forehead before settling her hand on his cheek, brushing her thumb over the scar there. He gave her a sweet smile back, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and began to move.

He pulled back and slid forward at an unhurried pace, allowing her to feel every inch of him glide along her walls. Her other leg joined the first at the base of his spine, helping him along and lifting her hips just enough to find a slight change in the angle, and she could feel a familiar tingle beginning deep within.

In sync, they began to move a bit faster, and then faster, increasing speed with her small gasps and his grunts of pleasure following the tempo of their thrusts. Emma found herself gripping Killian’s back the closer they got to reaching completion; normally, she’d be worried about holding or scratching too hard, but the dig of her nails into his skin only seemed to bolster him this time.

The tension inside her was reaching its peak, she could tell, and they’d reached a frenzied pace. She’d lost track of where she ended and Killian began, only aware of the fact that they were joined and the friction of their bodies at every point of contact. The strain she could feel in Killian’s muscles told her he was almost to the point of completion, too.

One, two more thrusts and she was gone, head falling back as she fell over the edge. The full moon was shining through the cabin’s window, glowing like her true love’s eyes, and surrounded by stars—both the real ones in the sky and the ones that were swimming in her vision as the waves of pleasure crested over her much like those chopping against the ship.

A moment later—or a day, or an eon; she could barely tell—Killian stilled above her as he reached his own release, coming with what could only be described as a howl. His arms bracketed her abdomen and his back was arched, head thrown back, the cords of his neck and muscles on full display as he emptied into her.

When he was spent, he pulled out and collapsed at her side, lying between her and the wall with his head on her shoulder and arm a comforting weight across her middle. Her legs were still wrapped around him and they lay there entwined as their hearts and breathing slowed, him placing gentle kisses to her collarbone and her softly stroking his hair. God, she loved him.

Once their pulses were no longer racing, he shifted forward so he was above her again. “I’ll grab a cloth to clean up,” he murmured, then placed a firm but chaste kiss to her lips.

He stepped off the bunk with one leg, but Emma wasn’t done; even though she’d just come down from her high, that kiss had her itching to go again. As he moved to bring his other leg down, she grabbed for his charms to pull him back to her.

But he didn’t notice, or maybe she didn’t tug hard enough, because Killian kept moving back, but the charms stayed in her hand. The chain came apart with a snap, clasp broken, and she just stared at the pendants in her palm for a moment, in shock. If she was holding the thing that kept him human, then…

She glanced up, just in time to catch the end of the transformation. Killian was on the floor in his wolf form, sitting back on his haunches, and even though he didn’t have eyebrows, she could easily read the annoyed expression on his face.

“Oops,” she said, wincing. There was no way the chain would fit over the wolf’s neck, even if it wasn’t broken, and she was too spent to magically fix it now. So much for having all night.

Killian just huffed, stood, and gracefully hopped up on the bed, back to where he’d been laying behind her, and settled down on the mattress.

“So you just want to stay there tonight?” she asked as he settled his head on his massive paws. Another huff was her answer, and she couldn’t help but chuckle; she knew he’d been looking forward to tonight, too.

Quickly, she got up to find a cloth on her own and clean herself up, shivering a bit as the sweat cooled on her skin. She wasted no time in getting back to the bed and curling up next to Killian’s furry form, resuming her gentle strokes until they were both asleep, tucked in together.

When she awoke the next day—to Killian placing kisses on the bare skin of her back as he held her close—the first thing she did was fix the necklace with a wave of her hand. She turned in his embrace and he watched as she slipped the chain back over his neck, then pressed a kiss of apology against his lips.

Staying close to him, she whispered, “How about we try this again tonight?”

He answered with a soft smile that crinkled the corners of his twinkling eyes—no longer glowing, but still bright blue in the morning light. “Sounds perfect, love.”

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