#it took me several edits to realize this was a lemon

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Not So Strangers

Sam Kiszka x reader

18+ minors take a hike!!!

Content Warnings: graphic sexual content, dom!sam, sub!reader, roleplaying, brief thigh riding, dirty talk, fingering (f rec.), impact play, restraints, choking, degredation kink, edging, throat fucking (yeah I'm sick), unprotected sex, maybe some more but you get it… filthy.

A/n: I postponed uploading this, considered not posting it at all because as I was editing it to post, I saw another fic writer had posted something similar to it. But after thinking on it for a few days, I realized I could post it in confidence knowing I didn't intentionally try to copy anyone's work. Plus, our fics went in two entirely different directions, so that makes me feel a lot better.

BUT WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, please enjoy this delicious fic I cooked up. Think I temporarily threw myself into Sammy's lane with this one cause whew...

Word Count: 5.4k

****ANY RELATION TO OTHER FIC WORKS IS PURELY COINCIDENCE****

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You liked this woman that you were tonight. By yourself at some upscale bar, strong, sexy, confident. This bar, void of loud rock or techno music and drunk bachelorette parties, wasn’t made for your everyday appeal. But for the woman you were tonight, it was perfect.

Without the pressure of holding conversation with company, you were able to relax and listen to some music (at a reasonable volume), and enjoy some much needed alone time.

Two lemon drop martinis in, you were sips away from finishing your third, and ready to order another, when a handsome 'stranger' began to approach you. You’d noticed this stranger across the bar awhile ago, practically eye fucking you for the last 30 minutes, but you paid him little mind, attention like that wasn’t foreign to you.

“Excuse me,” his grin was charming, “I’m sorry to bother you. You just look really familiar, have we met before?”

So much for that alone time.

In no rush to respond, you took several moments to look him over.

He was tall and lanky, and you immediately noticed his long slender fingers wrapped around a sweating glass of brown liquor. His hair was fairly long, about shoulder length with loose, silky waves,and his face supported nicely trimmed facial hair; a thin mustache and a goatee that were both as silky as the hair on his head. His outfit was simple, a pair of slacks and a button up shirt, a couple top buttons undone and the cuffs rolled up around his forearms messily, as if he’d just finished a long day of work. 

Yes, very handsome indeed. 

“Can’t say that we have,” you finally answered, looking back to his face.

Your response was clipped and lacked enthusiasm, your body language making it appear that you were uninterested, but honestly, you were quite intrigued.

The stranger continued smiling at you anyways as you downed the last sip of your drink, “yeah, you’re probably right. I think I’d remember a face as beautiful as yours.” 

Scoffing, you decided to call his bluff, “really laying it on thick huh? Does that line work with all the girls you decide to randomly approach at bars?”

You thought your smart response would ward him off, but it only seemed to interest him further.

He chuckled, “actually, that’s my first time using that one. So you’ll have to tell me how it’s working.”

Strangely, you admired his confidence. There was something about the way he carried himself that had you slowly falling into his trap. He was cool and composed surely, but he still had a sort of boyish, whimsical charm that you found magnetic.

“Might’ve worked a little better if I had another drink in me,” you lifted your empty glass and shook it briefly in his direction. 

He flagged down the bartender, “I’ll have a rusty nail, and the lady...” he paused to let you answer.

“Lemon drop martini,” you smiled at the bartender sweetly, and he sent the two of you a nod before moving to prepare your drinks.

“I’m Sam,” the stranger extended his hand to you.

Hesitantly, you took his hand in yours, noting his firm grip, “y/n.”

The handshake lingered longer than you wanted, as he looked directly into your eyes.

“Y/n, that’s beautiful. You live around here?”

You withdrew your hand, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Why? Plan on following me home later, Samuel?”

He laughed at you rather loudly, causing a few people in the bar to turn in your direction, but that didn’t stop you from eyeing him skeptically. 

“Hardly. It’s just, I come here often and I’ve never seen you before.”

“So you live in the area then?”, you questioned, flipping the question back onto him, keeping him on his toes.

“About five blocks away,” Sam answered truthfully, leaning onto the bar, a sign that he planned to be there awhile.

“This is a nice area,” you feigned being impressed, “you must be doing pretty good.”

“You could say that,” he humored, “I’m in stocks.”

The corner of your lip quirked up slightly, and Sam sent you a wink.

“Stocks, huh? Sounds boring.”

“It can be pretty dull, yeah,” he nodded, still smiling at you, “that’s why I try to get out as much as I can.”

“And meet pretty young ladies.”

Before he could answer, the bartender returned with your perfectly constructed drinks, and Sam pulled out his wallet to hand the man his card.

He handed your drink to you before grabbing his own, raising it in a toast.

“To meeting a pretty young lady.”

Your gaze was still cynical as you touched your glass to his lightly before bringing it to your lips for a delicate sip, your red lipstick marking the brim.

Sam’s eyes fell to the imprint, his tongue briefly making an appearance to lick along his bottom lip before he turned his attention back to you with a smize.

“You know I find you very fascinating, y/n?”, he finished signing his receipt, sliding it back across the counter.

You cocked your head to the side as the two of you ogled each other.

“Yeah, and why’s that? I’ve hardly told you a thing about myself.”

He sipped his drink again, “perhaps that’s part of the attraction. I admire a woman of mystery.”

You hummed around your glass as his eyes continued boring into you.

“Most girls would be ready to go home with me by now, the stocks are usually my selling point. They seem to love a man in a suit. But you, you’re a tough cookie to crack.”

You scoffed, setting your drink down and leaning in close to him. He smelled rich, and you swore his eyes flickered down to your cleavage that your little black dress left clearly visible.

“Are you saying you’re trying to take me home, Samuel?”, your voice dropped to a seductive tone.

His eyes were on your lips as you spoke before they met yours again.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Your red bottom heel extended to run up the expanse of his leg, slow and calculated movements.

Sam Drew in a deep breath, zeroed in on your bare leg. He looked like he wanted to reach out and grab it, but was showing difficult restraint.

“And tell me, Sam from stocks, what would we do if I came home with you? What would you do to me?”

Unable to hold back anymore, his hand grabbed ahold of your outstretched leg, clenching your thigh with a twitch of his mouth.

“There’s a lot of things I’d do to you, but a woman as beautiful as you, I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Is that right,” you raised an eyebrow at him, this once civil conversation taking a hard right turn, but you were far from opposed.

Sam was too handsome to let slip through your fingers, and the size of his hands had you wondering what else on his body might carry the same trait.

Your faces were inches apart now, breathing in each other’s air as his hand continued rubbing soothingly along your leg.

“Yeah that’s right. And I have a sneaking suspicion you like the sound of that. Is that right?”

You let your hand run along the expanse of his chest, growing frustrated that his button up shirt stood between what you really wanted to get your hands on.

“It might be,” you were so close that you could’ve planted a kiss to his lips, but the lingering suspense felt too good to give into just yet, “but I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself.”

His grin was devilish as he pulled away from you, and you found yourself already missing his touch.

He drank again, grin still visible through his glass.

“You always leave bars with guys you just met? We haven’t established that I’m not a serial killer yet.”

Matching his smugness, you decided to finish off your drink, more than ready to make your exit, “only the ones who are in stocks,” you teased at his ‘profession’, “and call me crazy, but I think that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

With a final gulp, Sam’s drink was now empty as he nodded towards the door, “well then let’s get out of here, shall we? I can show you why the ladies love stock brokers.”

Momentarily slipping out of character, you giggled at the statement, causing Sam to send you a look that read ‘stay in character. Things are starting to get good.’

You gained your composure before putting your sexy persona back on as he presented his arm for you to link onto.

Rather than accepting it, you grabbed your clutch purse from the bar top, standing and straightening your dress before making your way towards the exit, hips swaying a little more than necessary, giving Sam an eyeful.

He stood dumbfounded as he watched your round backside before lighting a fire under himself to catch up to you.

He hailed a cab as the two of you stood outside the bar, and quickly one came to your aid, Sam, ever the gentleman, opening the door for you and ushering you into the back of the car.

The driver input the address that Sam gave him, and as the car took off from the curb, Sam latched his lips onto your neck, no concern for the aging cab driver that was transporting you.

He had you cornered, his body pressed into yours as he kissed and nipped your flesh fiercely, hands roaming your body with no particular destination.

An airy moan left you as he did so, and you gripped tightly on his shoulders before forcing him off of you, although you wanted more than anything for him to continue, and your face read just that.

“Some restraint, Sam. You can’t jump my bones in the back of this cab.”

He was breathing heavily as he drank you in, that cool calm collective act he had at the bar now long gone, replaced with a primal desire.

“You don’t know how badly I want to. From the moment I saw you at that bar I had to have you, y/n,” his fingers tracing along any part of his skin he could get his hands on, “this sexy little dress you have on, leaving so little to the imagination…”

His warm breath danced across your face as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, faint smell of alcohol on his breath turning you on even more.

“You look so beautiful, but also like such a slut.”

The word sent electricity humming through you, some girls might have been offended by it, but coming from Sam, it sounded like the most elevated of praises.

“The entire time we were talking, all I could think about was taking it off of you, getting my hands on that tight little cunt I know you have. Putting you over my knee,” his hand began inching underneath your dress, “making your body bend to my will, just having my way with you.”

As he whispered his desires to you, you allowed your hand to rub along his covered erection, feeling how hard he had made himself.

Both of you inhaled as he came in contact with your soaked underwear, his finger rubbing along it delicately.

“God, I can’t wait to have you in my mouth, angel.”

Taking advantage of the position, you leaned in and nipped at his ear, “oh I’m far from an angel, Sammy.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly, losing his composure quickly as you continued palming over him. 

Luckily for the both of you, the ride was a short one, and the cab was pulling up to the high rise building just before you two were about to pounce on each other.

Sam fumbled with his wallet as he fought to pay for the cab fair as quickly as possible. Not wanting to waste any more time, he handed the driver a crisp $20 bill for the $8 charge, before pushing the door open and all but yanking you out onto the sidewalk.

You thanked the driver with a sheepish grin and half wave, and stumbled behind Sam as he pulled you into the building.

He raced through the lobby towards the elevator with his long legs, your heels clicking against the floor rapidly as you struggled to keep up.

Once inside the thankfully empty elevator, Sam’s body was back against yours, pinning you against the wall as his lips crashed carelessly into yours. The kiss was hungry and feral, both of your hands gripping and tugging at one another as your tongues battled.

Moans and groans filled the elevator as the two of you attacked one another, and after several moments, Sam pulled away and wrapped a hand around your throat securely. 

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, you have no idea,” he growled, and upon seeing how much you were enjoying his hold on you, he tightened his grip ever so slightly.

You pushed your body into his, and he slotted his leg between yours to give you something to grind against. 

Accepting the invitation, your allowed yourself to rub against him, sighing at the relief it gave you, if only momentarily.

“Yeah look at you. Such a needy little fucking thing. You like how that feels against that pretty cunt of yours?”

You nodded breathlessly as he kissed you sloppily again, starting to get lost in the feeling.

Just as you were about to pick up your pace, the elevator dinged, signaling that you have reached your floor.

Sam pulled away from you, biting your bottom lip harshly before moving away completely.

You were panting against the wall as he stared at you hungrily, before grabbing your hand and once again yanking you behind him.

A few long paces down the hallway had the two of you standing in front of what you assumed was his apartment; 2217.

“So this is where the magic happens?”, you teased as you looked at him with twinkling eyes.

“Among other things,” he winked.

He began patting around in his pockets, in search of a key, but after his search came up empty, he turned to you with a meek smile.

You scoffed, putting your hand on your hip, “babe, did you really forget your key?”

“May have been a little too excited to get the night started,” he shrugged.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you fished your own house key out of your clutch and unlocked the door, Sam stepping in first to regain control of the narrative.

“Ah yes, here we are, Casa Del Samuel,” he put on a phony Spanish accent.

You looked around the apartment that you were more than familiar with, as if it were your first time, allowing yourself to fall back into character.

“Nice guitars, you play,” your question full of mischief as Sam retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the cabinet. 

“They’re bass guitars actually,” he corrected with a smirk at your féaux cluelessness as he poured, “and yeah I play a little. More as a hobby, really.”

He crossed over to you with wine glasses in hand, “not like I’m a rockstar or anything.”

He handed you your respective glass, and you took a sip, “yeah, you don’t give me much of a rockstar vibe anyways.”

His face dropped into a pout momentarily at your teasing, before straightening his back, taking a sip of his own.

Clearing his throat, he cocked a brow at you, “now what?”

“Well, Sam from stocks,” you took one large step that landed you directly in front of him, “as much as I love being wined and dined, I think I wanna skip that part, and get straight to you making good on all those promises you made earlier.” 

You shifted your balance on your toes so that you could reach and give his bottom lip a quick nip with your teeth.

“What was that you said… something about putting me over your knee, bending me to your will,” your lips ghosted along his ear, hand pressing against his ever growing erection, “fucking wrecking me.”

Although you couldn’t see his face, you could tell that your seducing was working, his breathing becoming increasingly unstable, his hand feathering over your ass and the back of your thighs, almost as if he’s afraid to touch you.

“Let me show you the bedroom,” he whispered, pulling you gently down the hallway.

Once inside, you made yourself comfy on the edge of the bed as Sam shut the door and locked it.

He turned back to you with a shit eating grin, twirling his wine glass.

“Now what,” you used his question on him.

He was still for a moment as he stared down at you, appearing as if he was in deep thought before he answered.

“Take your clothes off, all of them,” his voice was low and gruff, and with the look on his face, you didn’t dare challenge him.

Sam stepped forward and took your glass from you, and you stood from the bed, tugging your dress down to your ankles.

As he sat both of your glasses onto the dresser, his eyes never left your frame, and when your tits spilled from the dress, he practically tripped over his feet. 

You stood before him in nothing but your heels and lacy red underwear, Sam leaning back against the dresser, waiting for you to finish the task he appointed you. 

Slowly and seductively, you hooked your fingers around the material, making a show out of working them down and off your legs. Once they were discarded on the floor, you kicked your heels off one at a time, losing significant height, until you were finally completely nude in front of his watchful eyes.

He drank you in with a hunger you’d never seen him display before, taking one final swig of his wine before taking long strides over to the bed, sitting in the spot you occupied moments ago.

You stood and waited for instructions, but he gave none to you verbally, only beckoning you over with a single curling finger.

Swaying your hips, you took your place in between his slightly gapped legs, and his hands immediately latched onto the back of your thighs, squeezing and rubbing them as he peered up at you.

“You really are beautiful, you know? The prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You nodded, bringing a hand to stroke along his jaw.

The once enamored look that graced his face quickly shifted to one of twisted desire. It was dark, like a predator hunting its prey.

“But I meant what I said, love. I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

Without warning, his hand crashed around your right ass cheek, sending you reeling forward into his body.

He steadied you with a hand on your waist, his other large palm soothing over where he struck you.

“You think I don’t know about girls like you. Parading around in posh bars, skimpy little dress on, waiting for some well off guy to come pluck you out of the flock. Well you got picked darling, how does it feel?”

“Feels good,” you gasped as the remaining sting from his lashing began to cease, but you were far from mistaken if you thought that was the last of it.

Sam roughly pulled you into his lap, stomach down, your legs dangling behind you off the edge of the bed.

“I have to punish you, for being such a little slut, you understand that, right?”

You did your best to nod in your awkward position, adding a mousey “yes sir,” along with it.

“See,” he cooed as he rubbed circles on your ass, “I knew you weren’t a brat, just a needy little whore. Letting some stranger from the bar take you home, after a very brief conversation, might I add, and have his way with you, hm? Are you gonna let me have my way with you, y/n.”

“Yes Sammy, yes,” you were whining now, wriggling underneath his touch as he admonished you, “have your way with me. Hit me, spank me like you do your bass.”

He smirked at that, but still in character, he raised a questioning brow, “now how would a stranger I just met only an hour ago know that I like to do that to my pretty lady,” another lashing against your flesh sounded into the room. 

You caught yourself then, a simple goof up in a moment of heat, but ever quick on your feet, even with the searing pain of another strike to your skin, you managed to fix your mistake.

“You look like the type,” you huffed through gritted teeth, “doesn’t surprise me.”

This made him laugh, but only briefly, before he sent two more rapid smacks, his hand soothing over them afterwards.

You were soaked now, your arousal began to leak from you and onto Sam’s lap, there was no way he wouldn’t be privy to it soon.

And as if the thought itself brought it to fruition, Sam’s fingers snaked down and began playing in the mess between your legs.

“Only sluts get this wet from getting treated this way,” his tone was casual. You moaned out as he sunk a digit into your waiting hole, “and look,” he continued, although he knew that in your position you could do no such thing, “even got it all over my good work pants.”

You managed to roll your eyes at his silliness, still obviously involved in his story arc.

His finger worked into you at a lazy pace, and you deeply wished that he’d speed up, or at least add another finger. You knew he was aware that this wasn’t enough stimulation for you, just barely enough to keep you steadily leaking. He wanted to toy with you, but you wanted to cum.

“More,” you whimpered, “more I need more.”

He struck your ass again, this one causing you to yelp loudly, out of shock and at his force; this one was harder than all the previous. 

“You take what I fucking give you,” he scolded you, voice raising several octaves.

His hand gripped your hair tightly as he pulled your head back, the awkward angle straining your neck.

Sam's eyes burned as he looked into yours, your waterline beginning to well up with tears for many reasons, known and unknown.

He sunk a second finger in you down to the knuckle, and your mouth dropped open, a single tear sliding down your face as your eyes fluttered closed.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he sounded so gentle, so enraptured, that even though he was teasing you with his words, it made your heart swell.

He loosened his hold in your hair, letting your head rest back on the bed before using his thumb to wipe the tear from your cheek.

His fingers began hitting that sweet spot inside of you at a quicker pace, sending you racing towards your end.

“Fuck Sam,” you moaned loudly, “I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, please!”

Right on the brink, you could see the light ahead of you, just out of your grasp, before everything stopped.

Sam had removed his fingers from you, holding them up in the dim light of the bedroom to watch them glisten with your slick.

You could do nothing but whimper. You should’ve known he wasn’t going to let you cum yet, but you were oh so hopeful.

You laid in place panting, listening to the sound of Sam sucking his digits clean above you, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“Bet that was gonna be a good one, huh baby? Shame I had to take it from you.”

He sent a quick tap to your thigh, “up on the bed lover.”

Your movements were slow as Sam helped you from his lap, legs buckling as you stood.

Sam chuckled a bit as you crumbled back onto the bed, deciding on crawling up the bed instead of walking around.

As you did your best to get comfortable with the constant throbbing between your legs, Sam stood and began working his clothes off. 

His shirt was the first thing to go, then he made quick work of his belt, tossing it onto the bed rather than letting it drop to the floor.

He removed his pants and underwear in one swift movement, his cock springing up causing you to gasp at its intimidating stature.

It stood practically pointing towards the ceiling, unbelievably hard and tinted red, beads of pre cum leaking from it slowly.

Sam stood and allowed you to marvel at him for a few more seconds before taking himself in his hand, stroking slowly and shivering at the sensation.

“This is what you do to me,” he huffed out as he continued working himself, “see how hard you made me?”

You nodded, moving your hand down your body in search of your clit, needing desperately to relieve the pulsing heat that radiated from it, but Sam stopped you with only the tilt of his head. 

“Hands to yourself, y/n. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You pouted, a small whimper of disappointment, “please Sam, I need to…”

The thought trailed off, not knowing exactly what you were asking for. Of course being able to cum would be nice, but you knew that wasn’t happening until he said so.

He was still pumping along his length as he climbed onto the bed with you, straddling your body.

Your breathing was ragged as you looked up at him, feeling touch starved already. You wanted him on you in some form, and he knew that.

“Need to what? Cum?”

You nodded meekly.

Sam grunted at a particular downward pull on his shaft, head lulling down for a moment before he looked back up at you again.

“I’ll tell you what, you take my cock down your throat like the good little slut you are, then maybe after that I’ll let you cum. How does that sound?” He stroked your cheek lovingly.

Again, another nod was all you could manage.

He let go of your face in favor of reaching behind himself and retrieving his belt, cock still fisted in his other palm.

Reluctantly, he let himself go with a soft moan, taking both of your hands and entangling them with the belt and the brass headboard.

Once your hands were secure above your head, he smiled down at you.

“So perfect like this,” he spoke warmly, bending down to kiss your forehead. But the sweet display was cut short, as he now hovered over your waiting mouth, his cock bobbing up and down.

“Three taps on the headboard if you need it. Okay?”

“Yes sir,” you were growing impatient, and you lifted your head off the bed, trying to close the space between your mouth and his mouthwatering erection.

Sam gently pushed you back down on the bed, “so eager to choke on my cock. You’re gonna get it, don’t worry.”

He grabbed himself again, giving his shaft two slow pumps, “open up love.”

You did as he said, mouth open as wide as you could, and slowly, he sunk his length down into your mouth.

A gag sounded out of you as he nudged the back of your throat, the constriction causing him to inhale sharply.

“Fuckkkkk,” he moaned out, “fuck y/n.”

He sat still in your mouth for a moment, and just when air was needed, he pulled out of you swiftly, letting you catch your breath.

Once you recovered, he plunged back in, repeating this until soon he was moving in and out of you at a steady pace.

Your throat was full with every pump of his hips, and the noises he was letting out above you made the wetness between your legs increase. He sounded like he was in a complete state of bliss.

You had an ironclad grip on the bars of the headboard as he used your mouth, fresh tears replacing the ones from earlier, and just when you thought things couldn’t get any better, Sam leaned back and began rubbing quick circles onto your clit, watching the way your eyes bulged with rapt attention.

He smiled at the way you moaned around him, still fucking into your mouth, and by the way your body was fidgeting nonstop, he knew he was bringing you close to your end.

But just like earlier, everything stopped just before you could reach it.

He removed his fingers from your heat and his cock from your mouth, causing you to sputter and cough, spit running down your chin. In a move that knocked the air out of you, he took your face in his hand and licked from your chin up to your mouth, cleaning the mess that stuck to your skin.

“Sam,” you groaned as he continued to lick, even the tears were cleaned from your face by his mouth.

Without a word, he slipped his cock into you to the hilt, capturing your moan in his mouth in a heated kiss. 

“Say my name again,” he mumbled onto your mouth as he began pumping into you, hand finding your throat and squeezing lightly.

“Sam,” you purred, “feels so good. I wanna touch you.”

Taking pity on you, he swiftly untied your bound limbs, and no sooner than you were free were your hands clawing at his back, his thrusts becoming increasingly powerful.

The sound of your skin slapping against his, the way your pussy squelched with every pass of his cock, the way he groaned out your name and a mixture of curses, it was a sinful symphony. 

“You like being fucked like a little slut don’t you?”

“Yes yes yes,” you repeated like you were casting a spell, your nails digging further into his back as he sped up, “please can I cum? Fuck please?”

You were breathless now, and so very close to finishing, all you needed was his approval.

With a smirk, he nodded his head at you, “let me have it. Cum for me love.”

His finger began working at your clit, and with a long guttural moan, you were spilling onto his pulsing cock. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you did so, your cunt squeezing around him.

“Oh my god,” you whined in a high pitched tone, “fuck Sammy.”

His thrusts didn’t stop or slow, Sam’s mouth hung open as he continued wrecking you, just like he said he would, and you felt another release building up after being denied for so long.

“Again,” was all you managed to say as your eyes screwed shut, followed by another pathetic moan.

“Me too,” he nodded, thrusts now sloppy, “me too baby. Fuck.”

Finally, unable to hold on any more, you let out a loud yelp as you came undone again, and Sam was right there with you, the hand that was around your throat tightened as he did so. 

“Fucking milking me,” he grunted through clenched teeth as he rode out his high. His eyes became transfixed with the sight of your mixed releases seeping out of the side of his cock lodged inside of you, “so good y/n. Shit.”

You couldn’t manage any words, only pitiful whimpers and sobs as your release streamed out of you. 

He came to a stop finally, collapsing onto your body, sticking to you like glue.

Both of you were a panting mess as he softened inside of you, until you broke the silence.

“Stocks, huh?”

He grinned at you mischievously, “you said I could choose whatever job I wanted.”

“And you chose stocks?” You giggled, wrapping your body around him as he rolled over to lay beside you.

“Stocks, it’s the language of love you know?” 

He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

“Ugh Sam,” you scoffed, raising off of him and shoving his shoulder lazily, “I told you smoking on the balcony only.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” he chuckled, sitting up with a grunt, “come join me.”

After taking a moment to fully regain your composure, you wrapped yourself in the white duvet and tiptoed across the cold hardwood floor to join Sam on the balcony, his naked body perched on a stool like some 17th century French painting.

A cloud of smoke was already billowing above him as you sat between his legs, looking out on the cityscape below you.

“Hey,” he whispered, and you turned your head to the side to hear him better, “it was nice meeting you tonight.”

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Okay, come on, you have to admit that Touch-Tone Telephone suits Strangerville (it's by Lemon Demon you should check him out hes super cool and im hyperfixated and i am getting distracted)

focus

This build took me a handful of hours and the edits took me an hour and a half but by the power of caffeinated ADHD i still feel like i could build several more strangerville houses on top of that followed up by a strangerville book followed up by making my own fashion statement folowed up by taking over the world and possessing people by becoming the funny plant myself followed up by contacting alien life and concending to outer space then

can i please not flood this blog

wait in real time i just had a realization that this whole time i was hyperfixated because i downed a can of irn bru and was able to focus

okay thats it im putting a keep reading cut so i dont bombard you with my yapping and dumb images

oh oh! heres a few images that didnt get used, the last one is a picture of whats inside the shed

Also, i did make a house like this previously, but my dumb ass forgot to add a bedroom to the top floor, and even though Dumbass enjoys basements, he'd like the extra room space for more clutter, theories and ₱Ⱡ₳₦₮₴, and also people may point out the fact that he only appears to have a kitchen, a living room and a bathroom.

At least here the only thing people will be pointing out now is the strange flora!

oh yeah i mention dumbass because the previous house i made was for him, and now i like this one better.... and it suits him..... and i did kind of base the whole house off him because i am too obsessed over my own fictional character

anyway, my rambling is up, im super proud of this house, SHIT I JUST REMEMBERED TO GET SIMS STUDIO FAST FUCK DO TAGS QUICK

#sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 simblr #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 edit #ts4 build #ts4 community #ts4 pictures #the sims community #the sims 4 build #sims 4 build #strangerville #ts4 strangerville #ts4 alien

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#gavin free #haunter spoilers #achievement hunter #achievement haunter #tungle deleted the og draft for this post i made in march :'^) #it was made on 3/25/20 #e's gifs #queue #one of the og tags was #it took me several edits to realize this was a lemon #flashing image tw

[plethora-of-imagines]

Blanket Nest

AN: @koiwokatarushijin It’s murder time.

I didn’t edit this fic, I have spent so long writing it today because it never wanted to end so I decided that its not going to be edited.

Word Count: 3412

Warnings: smut/lemon, cheetah!Missy, biting, kinda mean Missy

Description: DW Kinktober Day 8; Prompt: Biting, Primal Play

Cheetah!Missy has her instincts go wild.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

Deep dark purple enveloped you. The only color you could see at all was a soft fabric pressed against you. Allowing yourself milliseconds to mourn your lost sushi before beginning to process what had just happened. You had yet to finish figuring it out in your muddled brain - surprises like these seemed to have this effect on you, scrambling your thoughts - when you were forcibly dragged off your chair. Thrown into arms unexpectedly. Struggling against your unforeseen assailant. Until you realized that the only person that could be ambushing you in the TARDIS was Missy. Your body relaxed. Now you had full rights to whine and complain.

“Ma-hiss-ie,” your attempts at her name came out strangled as you were suffocated by what you now knew was the blanket.

“You need to be in the nest, right now," Missy reprimanded in a strict tone.

Furrowing your eyebrows you tried to understand. You hadn't made any deals or plans to be in the nest? There shouldn't even be a nest right now.  Her instincts from the Cheetah Virus that afflicted her should be low, her heat was only two weeks ago. It wasn’t time yet for the next one. It wouldn’t be time for another few months. Burrowing out of your suffocating fuzzy confinement you took in a gasp of fresh air.

"Missy, I was eating! Can I at least finish my food?"

"No." She strictly refused your request. "I'll feed you once you are secure in the nest. It's my job to provide for you!"

She sounded outraged and offended that you would attempt to take care of yourself. Something that she often bemoaned you should be capable of no matter how dim a human you were. Sometimes Cheetah Virus instincts made no sense to you. It was still Missy but her instincts and emotions were just slightly off from normal.

Surrendering to your fate you let Missy carry you down the hall. A loud bang almost startling you out of her arms. Her nails digging into your skin to stop you from leaving her possessive grasp. The door she had violently kicked open hit the wall and bounced back at you. She pushed the door to the room containing the nest open again with a bit more control so that this time it didn’t fight back. 

Throwing you into the nest, not too gently, she pushed the door closed behind her. Slowly taking your eyes off of her you looked around the room. The small room normally contained just a dozen or so blankets that were arranged in the tight oval on the floor, your shared blanket nest. It didn't look like it normally did. It looked like an explosion had occurred. An explosion of blankets, that is. 

The whole room was filled with blankets. They covered the entire floor and looking at the door to the attached bathroom told you that the piles were several inches thick. Where did Missy even find all of these blankets?

Before you even had time to really think about it she pounced on you. Ripping your clothes off in a hurry as if she would die if you were not naked soon. 

“Missy!”

“If I am going to be subjected to these annoying feral whims with no reason for their onset, then I want you to be in as similar a mindset as humanly possible,” she ground out in annoyance.

She seemed to be annoyed with herself more than anything. You already knew that Missy hated not being in control. Not having a known reason for her Cheetah instincts going wild infuriated her as much as they made her feel helpless. Not that you would ever consider Missy truly helpless.

“And me being naked is going to help?”

You questioned her as she threw your clothes to the corner of the room. Her hands messing with your hair. Bodies pressed close together, smushing your breasts against her’s.

“No. you being dressed up as my little kitten will help,” she purred with a small boop to your nose.

You panicked, head whipping back as she tightened and latched a collar around your neck. You had been so distracted by her that you hadn’t noticed her movements. Instinctively you whined in protest at the tightness of the collar. She had trained you well, too well. 

“Now all we need is to put your kitten ears and tail on,” Missy sounded so happy and content.

"Is the tail really necessary?" You pouted.

"Yes," Missy forced the word out violently through closed, gritted teeth. Her happy mood evaporating into the air of danger she gave off now that you dared to question her.

 She was already struggling to keep her instincts at bay. Laying on your stomach, ass up, you quickly attempted to gain favor again. Waiting silently in anticipation. Would you be forgiven?

The sound of a plastic bottle opening - not unlike the sound a shampoo bottle would make- gave you an answer. Missy was going to use lube so you were at least somewhat forgiven. Cold, wet lube was squirted onto your ass. Shivers passed through your body at the frigid temperature of the lube. Gently, but efficiently, it was rubbed into your asshole. Fingers stretching you open and lubing you up enough for the tail plug to fit into you with ease. 

The moment the plug was in you Missy gave a sharp tug to the end of the tail, ensuring that the plug would stay in even if she yanked you around by the tail. You already felt so full. Stomach growling in hunger reminded you that you were still hungry. Squirming uncomfortably underneath her you waited for her to accept your submission and allow you to move without her instincts viciously fighting to keep you in your place. You didn’t really want her to choke you with your collar, it was already so tight. 

Kitten ears were gently placed on your head before Missy pulled you upright into her lap.

“Much better now, isn’t it kitten?”

“Yes, Missy,” you dutifully replied. “Can I have my food again now? Please?”

“Open wide, kitten.”

Flustered you almost didn’t open your mouth in time. The sushi that Missy had forced you to abandon was somehow held by her in between your chopsticks. Playfully she moved it away as you attempted to take a bite. Pouting you tried to lean forward to reach it. Missy only let you slightly lean over before shoving it into your mouth and making you slightly choke before you remembered to chew.

Once you swallowed, Missy offered you another piece. This time she didn’t play with you and simply fed you. This continued until you were limp in her arms, barely able to move. You were full, content, and oh so tired. Missy had trained you so efficiently to get tired quickly, just like a real kitten would. You hadn’t thought about how she would use it to her advantage at the time. You had been too exhausted that week to think about her ulterior motives when she had fed you and let you rest that week. If it wasn’t so nice to be cared for you would have cursed her for the subtle manipulation.

Missy was twitching with a newfound energy that she hadn’t had before. With care, she slid you from her lap. Standing to explore the room. She took to shoving the blankets and pillows around. Some being pushed to the edges of the room while others were placed closer to the center. Picking up a blanket and rubbing it to her face before growling and throwing it across the room. This continued for a few minutes, each blanket being found to be lacking. For what they were found to be lacking you didn’t know. After ages, she seemed to be satisfied with one. Returning to your side and tucking the approved blanket around your body. You hummed, happy with how cozy you were feeling.

All of the blankets Missy had shoved closer to you were being carefully arranged over and over again. She seemed displeased with the placement of them no matter what she did.

“What’s the matter, Missy? Nest is cozy,” you murmured snuggling deeper into the blanket pile.

“I feel this incessant need to make it absolutely perfect. Our nest needs to be perfect for my tiny, little, defenseless mate!”

Angry, she shoved and kicked at the blankets.

“Missy it’s already perfect. It has you.” Oh no, sleepy you was being sappy. Continuing you tried to catch her attention on something less embarrassingly sweet. “Also, Missy I’m not tiny I’m actually-”

“You’re human and therefore you are tiny to me, no matter your size. There is no arguing with me, my wee little kitten.”

“Mhm,” you just hummed in content coziness. Too tired to really argue.

Gently shifting a few more blankets Missy finally settled down. Slowly peeling off her own clothes. Struggling to keep your eyes open now to see every new inch of skin exposed to you. When she was finally as naked as you were, not a scrap of clothing covering her from your wandering eyes she joined you in the very center of the nest. Crawling under the blanket with you, arms wrapping around your body. For a few minutes, Missy was content just to hold you close. Inhaling your scent and feeling your soft skin under her fingertips. It wasn’t long however before her more demanding instincts made themselves known.

Fingers that had been content to stay put against your stomach crept lower down. Lazily rubbing against your inner labia, then circling your clit before going back to your labia once more. Shifting you chased after the good feelings that her fingers were inspiring. Soon you were humping against her hand trying to get yourself off quicker.

“Slow down, kitten. Let the pleasure slowly build up until you’re ready to burst.”

You could almost fall asleep as Missy continued her rhythmic stroking. Never going faster or slower, just a steady pace as you were brought closer and closer to cuming. Missy cooed soft whispers of praise as you let her do as she wished. Calling you her good submissive kitten. Shuttering in pleasure as a small, soft orgasm sparked throughout your body.

Done with their task, Missy’s hands wandered back up your body. Pulling you even tighter against her. Eyes still closed you drifted off.

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Suddenly you were awake and aware. The pressing need to pee forcing your body out of blissful slumber. You spend what felt like ages trying to gently remove yourself from the vice-like grip Missy had on you in her sleep. You didn’t want to disturb her, she was always such a light sleeper that she lost enough sleep when you tossed and turned in your own sleep.

Finally freed from the comfy prison of Missy’s arms you tiptoed to the bathroom. Struggling to get the door open with the dozen of blankets barricading it closed. Finally opening it just enough to slip into the bathroom. Squeezing uncomfortably through the opening you had made.

Habit had you locking the door before you made your way over to the toilet. Scrunching up your nose as you realized that you would have to lift up the tail plug to make sure you keep it from finding its way into the toilet water. You already felt uncomfortable enough with the whole awkward bathroom situation before you heard the doorknob twisting.

You know how cats tend to follow their owners into the bathroom or paw at the door to get their attention? Yeah... Missy had woken up and was now very affronted that she hadn’t been asked to join you in your quick pee.

Missy was twisting the doorknob incessantly now, trying her hardest to break into the bathroom.

“You should not be out of the nest without me!”

“Missy I’ll only be a minute,” you protested.

It sounded like she was literally clawing at the door now. The banging and clawing only making you more nervous, and making it hard for you to pee. Finally, she stopped trying to break down the door.

“I wish you would just use a chamber pot.”

Just imagining using a chamber pot was the definition of embarrassing at the moment.

"I swear I'll be done soon, Missy! I just needed a few moments-"

She wasted no time interrupting you, "Well you could have those few moments- with me there to keep watch too!"

"I just needed a few moments alone. You can carry me back to the center of the nest once I am done. Okay?"

You had little hope that this would really appease her, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

"No, it’s not okay." Her tone reminded you of a petulant child. "But the TARDIS is refusing to let me in so I guess you will get your way..."

You could hear her stomping away from the door. Leaving you to pee in peace. You rushed to finish so that you didn’t make Missy more upset than she already was. Scrubbing at your hands aggressively as if that would make the time it took to properly wash them pass faster. Hesitating, in fear of what would be waiting for you behind the door you twisted the lock. You were almost surprised that it didn’t fly open the moment you unlocked it. Opening the door was easier this time, during her fit to get inside the bathroom. Missy must have shoved the blankets out of the way.

Vengeful, angry Missy was always sight to see. Even without the Cheetah Virus her eyes would be alight with a wicked glow. It was terrifying to know that this time the anger was directed at you. She had a thick leather leash wrapped around her hand, the silver metal clasp grasped tightly in her fist. What held your apprehensive eye more was the girthy dark purple strap that rested snuggly against her crotch.

Creeping closer you tried to avoid Missy’s attention, moving slowly like you were prey. As if that would somehow stop her from noticing that you were moving when her attention had been solely focused on you the moment you left her arms. The sharp pain at the leash was used to lash your breasts making you cry out. Cowering in an attempt to make yourself a smaller target. It didn’t work and your hands rushed to protect your boobs when she hit your nipple with a harsh flick of her wrist.

She didn’t run. Merely held your gaze as she walked towards you. Held in place by her eyes alone as you whimpered. The leash was hooked onto your collar in one smooth motion. Her hand firmly wrapped around the other end so that you could no longer get away from her. With ease, her other arm lifted you up into the air. You always forgot how strong Missy was. She did have some muscles but not enough to suggest she could lift your entire body weight one-handed. Yet she never struggled to lift you, looking as if you were lighter than air itself. 

You remind frozen as she forced you down onto her strap. Her little growls being what eventually prompted you to wrap your legs around her waist. The burning ache that the stretch caused made you regret not giving in to her demands. She would have been much nicer about penetrating you if you had behaved. Moments later you found yourself being laid in the nest, a pillow being moved to rest under your hips. It made the burning even worse, she was so large inside of you, so deep inside of you. How would you have managed to take this slowly? You would have had too much time to beg her for something smaller. Even so, you were glad that this is what you were being given. A thick cock filling you with Missy, consuming you. 

Tears fell down your cheeks as Missy pounded into you. Your whole body moving with each thrust. A twisted part of you loved being railed like a toy. Finding the tears cathartic, them adding to your pleasure. Eyes squeezing closed as you lost yourself to the violent, painful pleasure. You remained like that for ages, letting Missy have her way with you. It fulfilled some sort of desire in you to be treated this way.

A sharp pressure against your stomach only served to accentuate how full you were. Pausing in her thrusts to allow your body to adjust to the feeling of the cock pressed further inside of you than should be possible. Purring she kissed away the trails of salty tears. Inspiring more to flow from your wide eyes as her hand pressed even harsher against your skin. It felt as if the cock she had shoved into you was going to break its way out of your skin.

All too soon for your already aching body, Missy started to fuck you anew. You let her with no complaints. In fact, your slurred begging was filled with pleas for more. Taking everything Missy could offer you as a benevolent gift. Your body arched in delight as something warm and slick seeped into you. Was? Did Missy somehow cum inside of you? Just the idea alone had your body shaking as an orgasm ripped violently through your body.

As Missy’s movements slowed to a stop you twisted underneath her. A warm sticky substance spilling out as the strap left your body. Crawling out of the center of the nest to try and reach for your water bottle. Your throat was scratchy and dry from all of the screams you had been too engulfed in pleasure to notice had left your mouth.

A strangled noise left your parted lips as you were dragged back into the nest by Missy’s strong grip on your hips and tail plug. Snarls and growls filled the room as you violently tried to fight your way out from underneath her. Your vision blacked out as pain erupted on your neck, her teeth like daggers into your skin. Futilely you fought against her, only succeeding in getting her to clamp down harder into your tender skin. Eventually, your mind cleared just enough from the pain to remember what you needed to do to get the pain to stop. With a whimper, you fell limp submitting to Missy. Her teeth slowly left your neck, replaced with her tongue licking at the spilled blood. Already you could feel it bruising. As the warmth of Missy’s body retreated you shifted into a more comfortable and submissive position. Your burning neck bared to her. She would be pissed with herself later for harming you when dominated by her instincts. Preferring to be fully present when she destroyed you.

Maybe you could get the TARDIS to give you something to reduce the chance of scarring. But how would you get it? Clearly Missy- drowning in her instincts- would not let you leave the nest. Maybe if you were pitiful enough her instincts would demand she do something. It took little effort to sound pitiful and pained. You truly were in a lot of pain.

Missy crawled over your body, reaching for something far enough away that her stomach was above your face. Pressing a quick kiss was just too tempting to resist. But other than that small movement you didn’t dare move from where you lay.

The jar of lotion that Missy returned with was annoyingly nondescript. You had no idea how well it would work, but you supposed that whatever it was, it was better than nothing. It burned as it was rubbed it. Worse than the initial wound. Hopefully, that meant it was working.

Purring to you Missy started to rut against your pussy. The strap easily sliding between your thighs due to all the fluids present down there. Missy reaching one final orgasm herself before flopping bonelessly onto your body. With your one free arm, you reached for the closest blanket to cover the two of you with.

Pressing a kiss to the bite mark on your neck Missy apologized, a rare occurrence.

“I didn’t mean to bite so deeply, poppet.”

Well, that was close enough to an apology for you. You hummed out your acceptance, with Missy more herself again you didn’t have any concerns about going back to sleep in the warm and cozy nest she had created for you.

#dwkinktober21 #kinktober 2021 #missy x reader #cheetah!missy x reader #prompt: biting #prompt: primal play

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Chapter 14 (Witcher of the Night)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

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CHAPTER 13.1 (PREVIOUS CHAPTER)

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Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: NSFW. 18+ Geralt tried his best to resist. With Destiny sitting on her throne, utterly anticipating for how the witcher would react to your rut. She won the game this time because Geralt of Rivia was a lone man who couldn't say no to a woman who was thirsty for what the Djinn has held her in, especially when this woman was you.

Warnings: Size kink? Cockwarming? Insecure reader. Unprotected sex but no worries because it's Geralt? The long awaited smut. Smol tittie reader? (Respect to the big tittie committee, please do donate some to us!) Frustrated Geralt and reader. Wet Geralt? He's in the tub okay! 😂💕 Loss of virginity. NSFW. 18+. Explicit words. They’re both in a rut on this one. This is basically just smut before the plot shifts.

Words: 7.8k

A/N: STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WE HERE 😎 GET WRECKED, MIDGET! Also, SCREAM FOR ME, BB'S! I know y'all are waiting for this moment to shine! xD I've realized that the next smut after this is more explicit than Chapter 14. So, get ready for that as well. Most GIF’s are from (demivampirew) 💕

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Geralt's touches nearly pacified the scathing heat surging through your body. Your head that was nuzzling in between his neck helps soothe the pain. Howbeit, with Geralt; he was feeling rather tormented especially when the simple intimacy was winding the witcher up in a very hellish way.

The tip of your nose brushing against that part of his neck that had him turning rigid was driving him insane. Just your nose perched in the curvatures of his neck made the tent even more bigger, thoroughly agrestal and waiting to be unshackled from its pound.

Your satisfied sighs, breath that brushed and tickled his skin had received a deep timbre of warning from the man whom you were precariously desiring for. The way your breath touched his skin made his jaw clench so tight as he brought you up stairs, surrounding you in his rugged arms that you also wanted to kiss, wondering how strong it looks like once he was disrobed.

You never had seen Geralt in the raw. The way his clothes strains on top of his Herculean body was enough vision that he was utterly jacked; shredded and a man whom made your reticence plummet down the sewers like it has never been there before, the sexual longing and curiosity filling the void of lechery that has been furtively hidden and was now growing in absolute masses because of how one man can ruin that sobriety you have been holding dear.

When you were gently dropped down to your feet, torrid kisses and passionate touches were expected; but the way he'd stepped away to tell you that you needed a bath to take the heat away had your head turning hotter from how he wasn't dealing with your ache just like the way you wanted him to.

It was better if he joined, you asked him that but his silence was enough of an answer that he wouldn't despite of how you've noticed the wolf that rested in between his leather pants, waiting to be released from its cage and find relief in between that hollow cave you've been dying to be visited at.

"Midget..." the white haired witcher was belligerent as he seethed, giving you a frown because of how uncooperative you were becoming; turning hostile as much as you can get.

Geralt took a step closer, his actions appearing to be quite the contrary of his words when he'd tried to grab onto the hem of your sweater before you immediately jerked away; maddened for your wishes to be dismissed like he wasn't feeling the same way. You were desperate now. You understood and knew what relief that the pain needed to take.

"Stop touching me! I'm not going to undress myself in front of you, Geralt! I want you! Not a bath!" you loudly snapped, voice definitely ear-piercing by how you wanted to be followed; shaking the tranquil night away from your antagonism.

The way you've jerked away from him had dropped down more frustration to himself and to you as well. You've wanted nothing but to be in his arms, kissing him, touching anywhere you haven't touched, exploring the deepest depths of him that you haven't discovered. Geralt lowly groaned, his mouth in a tight lour that simply tells you he was utmost pissed-off from your resistance.

"Cease the mulish act even just for tonight!" he barked rather furiously, teeth gritted together with his eyebrows tightly curved in a way that alarmed you that he seemed to also be in pain; struggling with the appetite he seemed to be famished with, the cravings he desired standing before him whom also had the same wishes in her mind.

"Oh! now, I'm the one stubborn?! Why don't you do it for yourself too, Mr. stubborn-pants!? Why don’t you cease the mulish act even just for tonight, huh?!" you sent a snark, glaring back at the infuriated witcher. His eyes were burning in aggravation and midnight, dilated in a process of telling you he was in mania. Carnal manias. Geralt emitted a feral growl; in distress for himself, what was happening to him and also to your inflexible decisions.

"---and also cease the fucking crabbiness!" he snarled out loud.

The heat stirring below your belly wasn't helping his exasperation towards the situation at hand. His enraged demeanor stirring a strong prurient desire that sat between your legs, making you cross them together as you've continued your narks; trying to get under his skin. Literally or figuratively.

Your nose was flaring and so was his, emotions riling up your mind as you truthfully snapped the grudging feelings out in the open; freely for Geralt to hear and react upon.

"Stop caring like you're actually fond of me when you're not!"

"You're in pain!" the white haired witcher was quick to bark, hands on his sides and tightening them into tight fists as he mindlessly raked your ungraceful form; dilated pupils and your legs crossed like the heat was starting to pool down your pants. You were aroused alright.

Hence, Geralt knew that, sensed that. He could smell you from afar and the scent that naturally dripped from you was far more better than the Lemon and Peony he'd been thoroughly accustomed with.

It was heating him up; a lot more than he ever felt, if that was even possible.

You've given him a black look, teeth clenched together as you were hopping mad. The words that came out of your mouth seeming to be a sudden slip of your tongue.

"It's all your genie's fault and I'm blaming the Djinn again for even letting me fall for you hard because apparently, in your oh-so-silent witcher perspective; all that I’m feeling had magical or supernatural explanations! Thank you for letting me realize that, sir! I really needed that subtle rejection!"

The witcher blinked, his stance thoroughly livid. Back tense and piping warm as his heated gaze was solely on your enraged, elfin self. Your candor stirring and kindling with the fire that was sipping through his veins, wanting nothing but to strafe your lips with passionate kisses he'd fantasized about, exploring fascinating chasms and cavities that has never been traversed yet.

You were hot under the collar, completely seething as you've given him the most nasty lour you could. Still, being pigheaded from what you wanted, trying to furiously explain to him that you needed a different kind of relief that involved intercourse and not a lame bath. He couldn't help but try to soothe his displeasure by fluttering his amber eyes shut, controlled breathing slipping through his flaring nose as he lowly seethed.

"You need to calm down!---Stop shouting."

Your indignant self was awakening something barbarous within him, violently rousing the thirst that has been there from the start and he was certain that if you push harder, he may never be able to control.

Not anymore.

Severe profanities tripped out of your tongue, the profound sensations and feelings consuming you too much; more so difficult to handle as the clock ticks by with Geralt who stood maddened and raging with such desire that he appeared to be in denial about. His glowing amber eyes piercing through the piety of your soul, begging nothing but to corrupt you in any way despite of his refusal to accept.

"Don't go all alpha-shit on me, Geralt! I'm shouting because I'm in pain! I'm fucking frustrated, sad, weirdly thrilled, very infuriated because of your foolishness and I don't even know the fuck why!"

Your sudden impiety had the witcher cocking his head to the side, feeling his leather pants grow tighter by how you've spat those words with such a harsh tone when he shouldn't be feeling things by being cursed back by a midget who he'd seen to be vindicated and a little bit demented for his sanity.

"I know you're in pain!" Geralt fumed, heavily swallowing the discomfort from his thrilled, angered excitement for what was about to come.

You've growled, sounding rather a bit dinky for the latter like a kitten who was livid and trying to scratch a big dog. If you were trying to be intimidating, then it was totally a failure because it only got him more charmed than he ever was before.

"You don't know that, Geralt! Because, it's not happening to you!"

He angrily shook his head, heavily marching to where you stood till he was looming before you like a lion to its prey, utterly intimidating as his gaze was smoldering your core. The dampness of your panties making you wary of Geralt's effect on you when he isn't even doing anything but be mad. It was nutty to even feel aroused from his lambasting; getting thrilled and excited by his livid state? You were probably going bonkers.

"It is!" the enraged, white haired witcher roared, peering down at you as your feet ceaselessly stepped backwards till your spine hit a wooden; storage cabinet that was a lot higher than you, he trapped you in between his presence and the cabinet. Nonetheless, still galvanized for his fit of pique.

You were spitting false assumptions to his face because you never know what forbidding and rapturous sensations you were giving him. Hence, it was like you both were sharing each other's anger and frustrations. Your breath hitched when his abrasive, thick fingers caught your hips as he thoroughly hunched down to your level. The haze in his Aurum eyes making you catch a breath as a spark of flame utterly triggered the enthusiasm.

"I can feel what you feel and it's driving me fucking insane!"

Before you even know it, his rough padded fingers brushed onto your heated skin; oblivious of his ardent fingers that has slipped under your sweater, swiftly hauling you on top of the cabinet with ease as it felt a loud thud from his abrupt, hurried gestures.

"Geralt!" you loudly shrieked when he carried you; eyes bulging out of its eye sockets, not due to fear but utmost jubilant that you were ceasing yourself from grinning back at the glaring witcher because your carnal self was loving where the crossness was heading. Yet, you still chose to kindle with the raging fire that he had in him, stirring the witcher up more than you could ever do; bringing it out of him for you to succeed.

"That's bullshit! What are we? soulmates? a freakin' soulmate AU? Feeling what I feel like our hearts are connected? Some fantasy fanfic where you magically become my destiny when I somehow teleported in your world?!"

You were now in-level with him; close enough, but he still had the leverage to look down on your face. The gaze in his eyes intensified, to the point that it was telling you how much he wanted to ravish you in so many ways.

With the way how you were smart mouthing him and the desperation in your sentences was working him up more than how those women in the brothels do. Just one word from you could wind him up in sinful ways.

Geralt tightly kept his pretty mouth shut, his gaze too penetrating as you could feel your heat twitching and moist to the point that you were soaking in ways you've never known it would despite of how you've not used your fingers in this one. Which explains how Geralt's presence was too overwhelming for a midget's heart and vagina.

Your words were obviously a conflict to how you've uncorked the lock of your legs, slightly unfastening them open till Geralt took a brooding step close to fill in the gap. The proximity rather fatal for your palpitating heart and raging fire that surrounded you both.

His fingers teased and witlessly glided along your imperfectly pouched belly, making you softly gasp from his touches as you've both shared heaving breaths. Your eyes connected with his in a way that got you wanting to hyperventilate from the choking tension you both have given to each other. You couldn't help yourself but shiver from Geralt's languid thumbs that brushed along the tubby curvatures of your waist; along the parts that has given you self-doubt because it was a body flaw that was quite difficult to erase.

Your mind wasn't thinking straight. It was in a whirlwind that no any other man could give with only his eyes staring straight into your soul. Tantalizing, wild and unchaste. The small stumble of words was enough to give Geralt the upper hand, knowing that only one touch was enough to make you feel like jello as he stood in between those unlatched legs of yours, waiting to be taken in any way that won't make you form any coherent words nor make you remember your own name.

"Stop...stop staring at me like that. You don't even like me that deep; for you to know what I'm feeling right now,"

You've avoided looking at him in the eye, your abashed state still passing through every now and then because it was what makes you, yourself. The timorous tone of your voice sounded titillating in the witcher's perspective as it stirred him up even more, wanting and urgently waiting to be free from the leather constrains that his pants locked him in.

His tender, teasing touches heightened your senses as it was the only thing you focus on as it brushed against your skin like a pencil to its paper, light and delicate. You were heedless of his other hand that moved under your sweater, his rough thumb and index finger giving you a spark of tingles when he'd lightly held your chin, ushering you to stare into his glowing amber eyes that captured your heart since the night he saved you.

The dimples of his nose caressed your plump cheeks, nuzzling the side of your face that gave such delectation of shivers through your spine; his breath was warm and impending as it fanned your ear, turning your body stiff as he gravelly whispered so closely to your ear.

"You don't get to decide nor tell me that you know what I'm feeling when you're uncertain of the verity," he apprised, taking a brief pause as you could feel the tickling tip of Geralt's nose nestling between the back of your ear, ponderously breathing in your scent that makes him feel like he was in paradise.

You could feel your heart thumping out of your chest, the hurried heartbeat of your heart ringing in your ears as it felt like molten lava pouring down on you both when Geralt seem to finally give in to your wishes.

He was a man, an amorous one, indeed. Hence, a tiny woman whom he was smitten with? Begging for a nooky? Well, why would he even be too obstinate to reject such bliss?

Your eyes immediately fluttered closed, teeth biting the insides of your cheeks as you were utterly thrilled. The voices who had been whispering inside your head has died down from the moment you both have shared the peeve out of the boiling kettle. Breathing turned erratic, thoughts quickly moving down south as Geralt heavily breathed against your ear.

You knew you were done for when he'd fondled with the hem of your sweater; those thick, sleek fingers of his, slithering higher and higher till you could never think straight; towards a place no one has ever did just yet and you were gladly letting him explore you in places you have never been touched.

His name clouded inside your head like a bell ringing from a church. Geralt's comforting warmth seething through your senses as you've felt him plant one soft kiss on the back of your ear, igniting a sensual whimper out of you that got him heavily breathing. The witcher's mind pooling with debauched thoughts for you.

And so, he let the palpable sensations control him for once; maybe not once, if he was given the chance again, letting his emotions get the best of him as he finally let go and like a warning, he rasped; "---you are asking a lot from me that not any other person could seek for a witcher,"

"---Yet, here I am; standing before you, succumbing to your wishes and trying to think of ways to help you overcome your struggles despite of knowing the repercussions, midget."

Based on how he'd let his gorgeous head fall in between the crevice of your neck, tempestuously giving your skin starved, open mouth kisses; those adorable fangs you've adored having its way as it was giving your neck a delicate bite every once in a while, you knew you were in for a delightful night.

The Djinny-Djinn-Djinn would surely be worth it.

Warm water pooled just below the lower parts of your bodies. Bare bodies submerged beneath till it stopped before your chests. Awning whatever it is that was needed to be sheltered. The abrupt reserved demeanor dawning on you every now and then when you were reminded why you've acted the way you were before, like a desperate animal that was needed breeding. But, the pain that stung in your chest was enough reminder that it was a needed reason for Geralt to just do it.

You have covertly imagined how Geralt would be crafted. Heedful to be expecting a brobdingnagian man molded like one of Michael Angelo's fine pieces or a painting made by Vincent Vann Gogh; utterly a prepossessing sight which needed to be reminded for yourself that you still needed to breathe.

Geralt of Rivia's birthday suit could wholly take a woman or man's breath away; you were gawking and he'd caught your sly peepers, gaping at the lofty man who was undressing while you sat in the end of the tub has got him humming in interest.

The vision of himself who was stripping his clothes off brought you in hell and also in heaven. He had his back turned away as he peeled his black tunic off him in one go; the gesture sucking all of your breath in your lungs, giving you a harsh whiplash when you've seen his wide shoulders and his sinewy upper body in the flesh, your heat pulsing with just the image of the witcher who was shedding his clothes off in idle; the zeal growing much more impatient as minutes pass by.

You were going to get wrecked tonight.

Your faint clearing of your throat resonated in the room when you've seen his fingers move through the front of his pantaloons, never wanting to snap your head away because seeing him strip fascinates you in so many ways; marveling at the sight of his chiseled, stark naked form. Your alter ego asking God how he was perfectly imperfect with those disfigurements that has wallowed up his fiborous back.

It was a wide-reaching scar; like a Megalodon shark has sunk its teeth along his shoulders and ribs. The mark made you give him another once over before he pulled his pants down straight off, making you snap your head away due to the blush that wanted to burn your face. Your fingers itched, in a way that it was pleading for you to brush your soft fingers against the scars that obviously appeared to be painful. You couldn't help but gnaw on your lower lip because of the despairing feeling that suddenly crept up your chest from how he was thoroughly scarred, imagining what happened to the witcher when he had it.

You were weak-kneed. The batter of bath water slightly swaying you when he'd finally walked in the tub. But, your shyness was simply manhandled by the witcher himself when you've heard him hum in amusement, a small grin curving his luscious lips when you seemed to be stilled from hearing him sitting beside you. Those buff arms on either side as you could feel his ardent gaze on you, forbearing your abrupt timidness that you were slowly trying to process the idea that he was bathing together with you, thoroughly stark naked as you were also the same way. 

Geralt was silently hoping you weren't thinking about leaving him alone after all of that, bearing with his raging boner has been quite a torture.

It took minutes after before he literally hauled you over his thick, slightly unlatched, brawny legs. You were tormenting him in ways he could never imagine as his hardened girth twitched under the warm water. There was a bashful squeal that erupted out of you when you were manhandled by the strong witcher, sitting you in front of him as you were greeted with his hirsute chest that gave your cunt a thump. He was also welcomed by your perky, right-sized breasts and a glowing cicatrix with the image of his medallion that rested in between the valley of your chest; while his, shone beneath the moonlight seeping through the opened windows.

Your diffident self was immediately forgotten with just one touch of Geralt's fingers brushing over your mark. The scorching heat now seemed to be blistering with one thing in both of your minds.

Coition.

"Thought you had other ways to help me?" you skittishly questioned in between torrid, passionate kisses you were sharing with him. Those calloused fingers of his rested and raked behind your nape, eager fingers slipping through your locks as yours fell on his thatch of hair on his prominent, wide chest; tenderly caressing over the medallion he wore.

Only a low, hoarse and short grunt was said. The way his mouth moved and brushed along the soft pillows of your lips was utterly enticing, perfectly molding against yours in a fervid way. His warm, febrile tongue slipping inside your mouth of its own volition; making you catch your breath as he'd lapped your stilled tongue. His vigor seeming to be over the top as you tried leveling with his fervor as well.

His torrid kisses was enough to make you forget your own name. What more if he was finally pummeling inside of you?

"I do." Geralt gruffly murmured, his succulent lips trailing from your side of your lips before you've took his face in between your palms, urging his vermillion to give you more passionate kisses that you were greedy for.

He'd willingly gave you another, his lips falling in between yours as you've given him another scalding smooch that unconsciously made you mewl when you've felt the tip of his tongue brushing against your lips and teeth. An unconscious nibble of his lower lip got the witcher growling beneath his chest, his other hand tightening around your hip while the one raking behind your hair, pushing your face further to his. Those simple touches making you struggle for breath; momentarily breaking away to look into those diluted, darkened amber eyes.

"Doesn't seem like it, Rivia. You're falling for the bard's suggestion," you grinned like a Cheshire cat, heaving breaths as you sat on his lap. Your forehead delicately falling on his temple when you've licked your swollen vermillion from all the bites it took.

His hot breath fanned your lips, nails tenderly scratching along the skin of your nape as he ceased his ministrations to admire the small, naked woman in his arms. He never imagined for this to happen so quick; like it was even meant to be because of how right it felt. Geralt was sure you'd be all faint-hearted once the effects of your scar dies down; if it ever would. Then, you were back with your abashed self; entirely blushing to even realize that he had finally bed you all night.

As long as you could remember everything. He was alright.

Your heart was palpitating; feeling overwrought for the words that wants to be frankly said. You beseeched, "I also thought---you...you didn't want me?---"

You've fidgeted with the medallion that rested upon his chest, his hand on your hips leaving to take your chin to cease you from saying anything further as he slightly moved his face away from yours. His features soft and understanding, "I didn't say that. Never. " pause. "---you are certainly unaware of how much I want you, midget. Too much that it's frightening and utmost perilous,"

Those lips of his that you've been kissing simply lifted into a small beam, making your heart flutter and feel ways that you could never fathom. You carry a torch for those scars that laid upon his face. Some were miniscule, difficult to notice unless you were staring up close and some were deep that probably held some menacing experiences.

Your delicate fingers glided down the pockmark he had that rested on the side of his ribs. The wonders in your head being filled by the experience your hand can get. Geralt let you, his scars never fazing him nor you as well. Just a touch for your curiosity to be quenched.

You've heard him inhale a deep breath, the simple action making his chest vibrate beneath your fingers as another hum slipped past through. Both hands grabbed onto your hip, ushering you closer to him in a proximity that weakened your legs. His hardened cock; feeling it veiny, protruding and thick, resting in between your damp folds that made your breath hitch as you've finally felt how he was gifted within his pantaloons.

Hence, it made you bite the insides of your cheeks. A question inside your mind as to how it would fit inside your damn vagina.

Geralt noticed you stuck in a daydream that he ought to withdraw yourself from, you've felt his breath glazing along your collarbone, languidly puckering his pillowy lips along your skin with every pass of his breath. The honeyed sound that leaves his lips whenever he pecked, sending jolts of heat up your spine as he took his wondrous time to worship the body you somehow have been insecure about.

He knew your low self-esteem; probably even have his own issues as well so that was why he could understand. If he would focus on how you've tried covering yourself up when he firstly sat in the tub, those eyes of yours demanding for him to not be ashamed of what sat in front of him. Geralt instantly knew and the white haired witcher planned to glorify all night, if you'd let him.

"That scent. Hmm. Your tangy scent makes me forget of what and who I really am," the latter roughly whispered, his lips on your skin; savoring your salty, sugary and rich taste against his tongue as he brushed his lips through the depths of your chest, ending in that glowing Cicatrix that made you audibly gasp before his sweet lips.

"Geralt---" you salaciously and softly whimpered, his name sounding raunchy when you did so. Irritable pain punctured through the symbol, like a spear being stabbed through your chest for a hundred times with no explanations why it was making you suffer like this, "The pain---It's not helping---It's just turning worse---I can't take it anymore,"

As the pain tripled, Geralt halted his smooth kisses that he'd wanted to give on the mount of your perky breasts. Your eyes demanding for him to satiate each other's cravings, aggressively, passionately or whatever could quench the lust. You were begging.

"Take me," you've raised your hands and grabbed onto the side of his pretty, white head. Peepers dazed and overflowing with obscurity, "---Claim me. Over and over, I don't care. Just take the heat and pain away,"

Geralt of Rivia was no angel nor any knight that honored the dignity of one deprived woman. He was a hunger-stricken man who yearned for all of what you could offer and if he had the chance to honor your chastity to be corrupted by the witcher himself; he wholeheartedly would.

That was what he would just do. Corrupt you in so many ways till his hunger would be sated. But, he doubted it would be slaked.

From the moment you were in pain and also pleading to be ravished, it didn't take him two darn seconds to continue his onslaught on peppering your breasts with searing kisses that gave you a shiver, his wet tongue hiking down a trail around your areolas before taking your nub in his god-forsaken mouth, suckling on your nipples like a starving man.

"U-Ugh, shit." you've quietly moaned in the back of your throat as you’ve taken a sharp intake of breath, utterly lewd for anyone to hear as you held onto Geralt's wide, muscular shoulders; giving them a gentle squeeze while your eyes fluttered in exstacy. The image of him who suckled your teat was utmost impure for your once chastised thoughts.

A moaning mess was what you've become, the slight hitches of your mouth whenever he'd licked your nub after his rough suckling made his stone hard girth twitch beneath you. One shift of your hips was enough for the witcher to be grumbling a grunt from the action that has made his cock feel your moistened heat which started to grind onto him mindlessly.

"Geralt," you've whined in the back of your throat as your hips moved in its own accord, his thick girth that rested in between your cunt being rubbed by its own and you were stroking in a way that could get the little nub finding the release it wanted.

He was sucking through your neck, making you whimper as his thick, calloused fingers went straight to knead at your teat that needed attention, his hands seeming to be larger than your breasts but he certainly didn't mind as he was loving the feeling of them that rested beneath his palms. Geralt lowly grunted beneath your ear, sucking on a spot that got you sighing as another lewd plaint slipped between your lips, mouth slightly opening. The coil starting to build up in between your heat.

His fingers ceased you from continuing so, making you whine in complaint as you were already feeling an orgasm approaching. Though, he may want you gushing around his girth and not through bathwater or humping him in the middle of the tub.

The hunk of a witcher passionately kissed you one more time, fervently devouring your lips like he would chump them for his sate. You weakly moaned in between his assaulting lips, tightly shutting your eyes closed as you feel euphoria surround yourselves by whatever natural deed that was happening from the both of you. 

He grabbed onto the base of his reddened, swollen cock; lining the bulbous head on your seeping entrance. The water from the bath and your position would probably help you for your first time. Geralt went on in kissing you, never breaking apart as he'd dragged his leaking tip to your wet mound and throbbing clit, flicking his tongue inside of your mouth as he'd lowly hummed out of his chest, vibrating your breasts as it was closely rested together with his, sending ripples through your soul.

His girth pressed along the insides of your heated cunt before ceasing on your entrance, it took only one tight grope of Geralt's hair for him to deeply groan, letting him take control and delve inside, his size ginormous filling every depth and fissure that ignited a kittenish moan which certainly made him whimper once he was abnormally tightly snuggled inside.

Geralt felt like he was over the moon; your grip bringing himself into a delirium that made his mind shake, choking in his own breath when all he could ever think of was you, alone. Y/N. His midget. The way your mouth tasted. Your warmth. A solace that only you could give. More, he wanted and more of you he would take.

You hold him like a vice; your mound choking his girth from how delightful you felt around him. The idea of being sexually connected with Geralt in this way was totally a different feeling, bringing you in rhapsodies of pleasure that you didn't know existed in your life.

He was fully sheathed inside before you even know it. Too distracted by his kisses that you don't feel any ache from being filled to the brim; expecting the unexpected from that experience. His hardened cock that has slithered inside you felt uncomfortable at first, though it seemed to have no problem with slipping in because you were too aroused and wet. Good. Geralt didn't want you feeling anymore pain and only hoped for your pleasure.

You've took your time to adjust, wiggling your hips every now and then; making you slightly wince because it had a pinch of ache when you tried to move. So much for feeling no pain. Your squirming got the witcher humming in displeasure; speechless and observant of what you were feeling. Geralt patiently waited despite of the howling feeling inside his chest; wanting nothing but to begin his corrupting, yet he respected your adjustments. Both of you were throbbing in each other's hold, before you've shakily got on your position, firmly on your knees, hands on either side of his shoulders as he was intensely staring into your eyes; all darkened, piercing and libidinous like a hawk while he waited for your next move.

Your hips got the best of you, wantonly stroking in a way that made the both of you whimper in sheer gratification for trying to get comfortable with the way he fits inside of you. The way you'd slowly lift yourself up before tormentingly coming back down, his jutting veins that rubbed you in the right way as your mouth went ajar when his length and size stretched you in pure exaltation.

Geralt's focal point was on you and your mound that choked and clasped around him, intently eyeing how your face contorted in such rapture that got him adoring the coltish mewl that emitted out of you, the way you've concentrated at the blurry image of his meaty girth that has been swallowed by your pulsing heat, he knew he would beg for another round.

Your wanton pace was torturing him; more so than hunting a beast in the continent that was difficult to find. He hoarsely groaned in the back of his throat, doing his very best to not turn you around and have his way with you. You bit your lip out of loving how he filled you to the rim, uttering out another weak, sensual moan that got the witcher feeling the pining rather agonizing while he silently watched you take your time.

But, he couldn't take it anymore. He was close to sputtering out profanities from how it was growing more intolerable as minutes go by.

"Fuck." he suddenly spat, sounding like a throaty whimper as you languidly sunk back into his twitching girth for a couple more times, his amber eyes blazing with the need to brutally ravish.

"---You are planning to give me an early death,"

Which got the witcher abruptly grabbing onto your waist, pulling himself out of you as you were suddenly turned around in the bath, your back hitting the edge of the tub as you loudly shrieked, whining for the lack of being filled thereof and also for the slight pain that his prompt actions got you.

"Well, that...that hurt." you honestly whined at the witcher, curious peepers gazing up at him as he moved in front of you, his fingers taking in your knees as he spread them widely apart. The water splurging around you as he'd move, seemingly fascinating to see how largely built his body was, before feeling his robust fingers on your waist, pulling you closer to his body; your back slightly slanted before gasping when he'd fervently entered, starting to consume you again and again.

"N-Nevermind. The pain--Ugh, probably's---Ugh, fuck! Geralt!---worth it," have been coyly moaned out loud, your face scrunched out in utter ecstacy as Geralt began to avidly pummel inside you, his girth violently ravishing your soaking mound with sharp thrusts of his hips.

His body was making you feel tiny compare to his gargantuan built. The way he situated himself above you, a hand tightly clasped onto your pinguid hip while the other rested on your side, his sweaty and earthy scent choking you as he drove you instantly to heaven.

The rousing sounds of his low grunts and hushed whimpers was enough to take you on edge. You've never...ever can tell how it was music to your ears as it also does the same to Geralt, your moans and mewls were bringing him to utopia, his heavy weight thoroughly crushing your bones apart no matter how he was helping himself up.

You didn't know you had a kink where you've wanted his body crushing you down; apparently, it was a new fact that you knew would instigate the fire and excitement. A size kink, then.

He went on with his ceaseless, wild, hammering of his girth. Your arms closely embracing him tight in a way that tells him you didn't want to let go; only wanting him to surround you in his warmth forever. Your palms gliding down his wide back till you've brushed your fingers along his own scar that you've handled oh-so-delicately, urging Geralt to utter a lewd audible grunt. He was congenial to your mushy touches; new to the gentleness he was receiving rather than ruthless force.

Thusly, it was entirely spiffing as it came with the freedom of impaling you till you were thrashing against his arms.

Your orgasm was quickly building up as you clenched around him, feeling his lips giving your neck wet, open mouthed kisses as he deeply whimpered. All-consuming changing his strokes as he pummeled yet again, holding onto your legs to surround himself better as he thrust brutishly, hitting a spot that loudly made you gasp, curving your spine as your breasts brushed against his fleecy chest, his medallion seeming to be in contrast to the heat that your mark has been giving.

This was what the voices inside your head wanted. The question is, why? For what reason?

"Geralt!" Your mouth was scrunched in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together in a frenzy as you gripped onto Geralt's hair a little more tighter than you intended to, earning a low murmur of your nickname as he deathlessly shove and shove his hips, reaching you both in a place that'll give you what you needed and wanted.

A mind-wrecking orgasm.

One last drive of his hips, hitting the spot that uncoiled the havoc burning down below. You've seen the stars, maybe even the whole universe as you've obscenely moaned out with your mouth ajar, your orgasm making your eyes roll at the back of your head as you shuddered against his hold. Though, Geralt didn't stop there when you've continued to milk him whole. The swashing of bath water resonating the whole room and your amatory whimpers of delight came with his as he tries to reach his peak.

His thrusts turned sloppy and you knew he was close to coming. Your body was writhing against his, your cunt utterly sensitive as he nailed you over and over with his mouth-watering girth. Your body squirmed below him, moaning his name like a chant as it was the only word you could ever form.

You could feel another burst of bliss that spread through you as Geralt took one last sloppy thrust to your mound, lately realizing that he had slipped a hand between you both, urging you into another orgasm as he flicked and rubbed your clit; your second orgasm letting you emit a rather loud, noisy moan that would get any porn star shunning away because of how sensuous it sounded.

That last moan really got the witcher spewing out his load inside of you, also sending a witless guttural grunt when he came after you, ceasing once he rode out the orgasm with several sloppy thrusts before you've feebly and shakily reach out to grab onto the side of his sweaty and wet face as he slowly came to a stop, ushering him to look at you.

You've felt his come spread through you, summery and utterly pleasurable for the glow of your Cicatrix to be twinkling against the candle light. You were trying to catch your breath as Geralt also does to do so.

Your half-lidded eyes met his still diluted ones, the glow inside of it thoroughly comforting to your debauched form. The afterglow of sex making you feel spent but slightly quelled from your carnal gluttony.

You could feel his breathing turn even in less than a minute; the vulgar act washing away from how quick he seemed to got a hold of himself as your fingers brush against his temples, delicately wiping away the drop of sweat with your finger as the simple gesture was enough to make Geralt lean onto your touch.

He'd slightly turned his head, his nose nuzzling against your cheeks as this newfangled closeness was making him feel relaxed than he can ever get; having such a type of blessed peace that he may never imagine it to be, "Don’t worry," he huskily reassured, his thick fingers unclasping the hold he had on your waist, leaving a slight bruise that you obviously didn't mind.

You've heard the water splurge, his fingers lightly grasping your chin, turning you to look into his earnest eyes that was filled with sudden pique within it, "I'm---" his whole explanation was quickly cut off with a coaxing, soft tone of yours; doleful of what he wanted say. 

"Shhh. I-I know,"

A breathless, depleted midget laid beneath the witcher. His soft cock still inside your sensitive mound but paid no heed as you warmed him up. His face etched of bliss, though it appeared emotionless. Well, what man would be glum when he had a lay?

Geralt contemplated whether or not to pull out of you as he'd raked your naked body that stowed beneath him, those divine looking bites that rested upon your neck and even on your chest when he'd worship your body that no one ever had. Even so, he wasn't satisfied. Well, when did the witcher even been?

"Hmm." he fascinatingly hummed, eyes burning your skin as you watched him admire your midget of a body that he somehow find utterly exquisite. 

His enthralling amber landed on yours, his eyes darkening as it was keen for more. More he wanted to take and have because of the ravenous hunger utterly palpable. The Cicatrix that was engraved on the valley of your breast still gleaming beneath the candle light; his impassioned self seeming to be shared with you as the cravings were still there, strong and unwavering.

"I may need you one more time, midget." he roughly admitted, the tine of his nose brushing against yours in a sweet caress.

The latter has his eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, his salmon colored lips dangerously close to your swollen ones as he continued to rasp, "---or maybe all night," he leaned in close to leave a soft peck to your lips that he couldn't get enough with. 

"---and the weeks after,"

He consumed your lips once again, zealously keeping the sweltering heat going as he breathlessly snogged with you. Those needy fingers of his snaking to grip along the side of your neck; his kisses growing impatient and demanding as the sound of your lips smacking together was the only thing running in your mind, the urgency quickly building up again like it never even left.

The way he began to torridly kiss you felt like you were struggling to breath. His desire in having you again feverishly lighting you up as you've instantaneously break the kiss, panting before him as he chased for your lips before you had a finger laid between them, your face in flames while you got flustered, those rough fingers ceasing from kneading your taut breast on his other hand, "Maybe---maybe, a bed is nice to be ravished on? you know, with a mattress or something soft?"

You were completely flushed. Nose scrunched as you felt your heart pounding; waiting for his answer to your suggestion. Your mind was scolding you all through out as he held his silence, aware of his semi hard on that seemed to never want to leave your cunt as he tried and hinted for another nightly ravishing between you both.

Never in your life; even back in earth that you would actually get to experience sex in the making. The idea of you and another man going at it disturbing you before because you were worried they would despise your body and how you actually looked like, entirely bare. Yet, here you were, having your virginity taken by an attractive, hot mutant who slaughters beasts for a living in their dimension.

Fortunately, you were lucky in this department because of how magically you've met him and how gloriously you've been dicked down.

You wouldn't get to forget this once the effects of the Cicatrix finally comes to its halt or probably the morning after you've slept with Geralt. Your ribald suggestions for moving in a much more comfortable place while being rode off to Neverland will probably horrify you if the idea was taken into deliberation.

"I think I may have to agree, midget." Geralt gave a soft nod of understanding, intensely staring into your eyes as he has seen the same salacious look he has been giving; simmering down his worry about the thought that you weren't in the same page as he also was.

Perhaps, beasts aren't the only thing he butchers at night and in daylight.

Geralt only wanting this to be a one time opportunity? Oh, heck no. IT’S A PRANK! He never gets satisfied! LMAO JK 😂💖 FEEDBACKS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED! Please do! Heehee! (Strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you, bb’s!)

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[fbfh]

“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader 

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical. 

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break. 

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’ 

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!” 

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times. 

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure. 

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed. 

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage. 

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off.  A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face. 

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile. 

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.” 

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-” 

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!” Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat. 

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand. 

~

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

 You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

~

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced. 

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!” 

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her -  was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself. 

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.” 

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?” 

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior. 

~

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and… 

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight. 

~

“Paxton!” 

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue. 

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.” 

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now. 

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic... 

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton. 

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.” 

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being. 

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

~

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine. 

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text. 

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit. 

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke. 

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines. 

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked. 

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”. 

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words. 

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard. 

“So what next?” he asked. 

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.” 

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…” 

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton. 

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt. 

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline. 

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you. 

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?” 

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-” 

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again. 

You really could live like this forever.

#paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #nhie #nhie x reader #never have i ever x reader

[sailorbadger]

Sometimes I get hit with these impulses that tell me to start a new crafting project, and a while back I for some reason thought it would be a good idea to try bookbinding (before this I had done it once almost 10 years ago). Since I own too many empty notebooks to begin with, I decided to bind a fanfic, and since none of my own fics are long enough, I chose to bind A Life Less Ordinary by @jadelotusflower​ (ff.net / Ao3). I was encouraged to share this project here so under the cut are more pictures and a lot of oversharing about why this project took me several weeks.

(don’t try this but here’s a drinking game: take a shot every time I mention a website, a program or just something going wrong)

I started out by choosing first the fic I wanted to bind. I had a few different options but went with this one because “it’s only 35 chapters so it won’t be that long”. (spoiler alert: it ended up being the longest one of my options) I used FanFiction Downloader to get the text as a pdf, because at the time I didn’t remember that this fic is also up on Ao3.

From the pdf I copied all the text to a Word-document. I had to do it chapter by chapter because the file was formatted in a way where it didn’t have any paragraph breaks. I had to edit them in manually, which is why this part of the project took over a week. (I later found out that if I had just gone on Ao3 and used the HTML-file the whole thing would have been a lot faster)

Instead of using a simple line break, I put in this leaf design, which I got from this website and used Inkscape to make a cleaner version. (Most of the images used on this project are from that same site.) Once I was done, I went in to edit the chapter titles. This was where Word decided that I did not need to see the last third of the file. Luckily I got the whole thing to open in LibreOffice so I could copy the text back to a new Word-file and avoid having to separate the paragraphs again.

Once I had finally done all the formatting and added the title and “copyright” pages, index, page numbers and summary plus done some math to figure out the right page count, I finally could print the whole thing. It sounds easy but it wasn’t.

I tried to print using one of the printers at my university, but I realized that neither of the printers in that building had enough paper for this (I think I needed 113 sheets of paper for this). I took half of the papers I found there and went to another building to find a third printer. This one didn’t have enough paper either. At this point I decided to just walk to the nearest store and buy the paper myself. (I returned the paper I “stole” when I was done.) Then as I was about two thirds of the way through printing, the printer decided to just stop and I had to edit the file to print out the rest of the pages.

Once I finally had all the pages, I started folding them into signatures, with 6 sheets (24 pages) in each one. After that I began the actual binding, using some of Sea Lemon’s tutorials. There was a lot of glue involved, and finally after many months of sitting on my desk the books for my thesis finally got to be useful by acting as a book press. I took a short visit to the local craft store to buy some more supplies and added in the cover pages and a bookmark (see picture above) plus headbands. I covered the actual covers in two layers of fabric because the fabric I wanted on the outside was quite thin. And to top it all off, I accidentally glued the covers on slightly crooked.

Below are more images on the details. I went with a nature-theme to go with the forest-vibes appropriate for the Robin Hood -theme.

This is what the title page looks like. The picture is from the same website I got the line break from.

On the left is what would normally be the copyright page. I decided to put in there the rating of the fic (along with a theme-appropriate symbol I found on Word), the link to the original fic, the word count, final update date and fandom. On the right page I added the summary of the fic. The forest image is from Unsplash; I again used Inkscape to crop it into a circle and make it into a simple vector image.

On the index page it’s very obvious that I forgot to change the font on all the page numbers.

Since the cover of the book is plain, I plan on making it a dust jacket. I tried to use GIMP and Inkscape to make it but in the end I found that LibreOffice Draw frustrated me the least at the moment. I already made the design, but the printing will have to wait until I find a place where I can easily print this in the right size for a reasonable price.

Anyway, thanks to @jadelotusflower​ for writing this fic. This project was fun to make because I got to learn a lot of new tricks.

#shoutout to the followers who have been here since my cosplaying days #I am once again making bad crafting posts #jadelotusflower #idk how to tag this?? #my post #robin hood bbc #I guess so I can find this later?? #not tagging this with any bookbinding tags #because I don't need any actually skilled people judging me

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

The Sweetest Taste

AU Ice Cream Shop Featuring Cake for the 5sos fic event sponsored by @maluminspace and @h0tsos

Word Count: 5,979 (I’m a long winded bitch, oops)

CW: this is smut so 18+, NSFW etc. M/M and M/F oral as well as sexual situations and strong language from the outset and throughout.

Special thanks to @adoring-lrh for helping me edit this monstrosity.

Event Masterlist

"I'm so bored," Calum complained, leaning back against the counter. 

"Me too, but I have to train you how to close so you're not leaving early," you told him but you were just as bored as him. 

Your parents had recently expanded the family business by opening up a second Cali-Cone Dream location in the touristy "historic district" downtown. Your dad's grandparents started the ice cream shop after moving to California from Missouri after World War 2.  They'd invested their life savings in the shop and helped build the boardwalk. You’d grown up in this shop, and since it was early in the season and still slow, it was up to you to train the new hires. It was a pain in the ass, but at least your parents weren't breathing down your neck. 

"If you keep complaining I'll make you clean the freezer. You'll have shrinkage for a week," you teased him. 

"Like you wouldn't find a way to fix that," he shot back, wiggling his dark eyebrows at you. 

Calum was the only new hire you liked. Jeremy was a kiss ass to your parents, Rico was boring, and Amanda was dumber than a bag of hammers. The smartest thing to come out of that girl's mouth was her boyfriend's dick. You'd already told your Mom it wasn't going to work out when you'd asked her to cut lemons for tea and she came back with oranges. Calum, however, was funny, a quick learner, and great with customers, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.

"How is it only 3 o clock? Can we play cards or something? If I stand here much longer I'm gonna keep eating ice cream, and this is supposed to be my hot girl summer," he pouted before giving you a saucy wink. He was a total flirt and you weren't complaining. Three weeks ago he'd barely said a word, but you two had become fast friends and he'd really come out of his shell. 

"I don't think you have to worry about that," you laughed.

 The dark blue, slightly too tight, uniform t-shirt accentuated his bulging biceps, broad chest, and golden brown tan. The Cali-Cone slogan, "The Thrill of the Taste" scrawled across his back in bright red letters kept giving you dirty thoughts. 

"We could close early, maybe show me another of your secret spots." Calum leaned towards you with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

 A week ago you'd gotten tired of him whining that there was nothing to do now that the college bars were dead since most students went home for the summer. You'd taken him out with you after you closed up shop. You'd avoided the popular rowdy country bar, and the dark thumping underground hip hop club, choosing instead to head for the beach. You took him to a spot under the boardwalk past the large boulders known as "The Breakers" where the local police patrols usually stopped.

You brought your beach bag and a popup tent you could both lounge in so bugs wouldn't eat you alive. He'd managed to sweet talk a bottle of wine out of his landlady, who knew he was only 20. It wasn't very strong, but it made you giggly and warm. Perhaps Calum lounging next to you on the blanket had something to do with that.  After a few rosé flavored kisses his hands began to wander, and you had to put an end to it.  Calum started to apologize, but you told him that the only reason you stopped was that your cycle hadn’t ended yet. 

After that, Calum laid back on the blanket and began to talk.

He told you he was in his second year studying music composition and theory at the Strozzi Conservatory. He'd recently broken up with his high school sweetheart, and it had been painful. As a result Cal decided to not go home for the summer, deciding instead to take a workshop on-campus teaching local teens. He was a bit lonely but looking forward to the tourist season.

"This is the first time I've had time to myself where I don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks about me or what I do," he told you, taking a gulp before handing you the wine to finish off. You were sitting up and he was laying across your outstretched legs looking up at you.

"Ooh the wild college years," you laughed. You had seen many sheltered middle-class suburban kids get the first taste of freedom away from their helicopter parents and lose their minds. "If you're trying to get fucked up don't buy anything on the boardwalk. I've got a friend so at least you know it's clean." 

"Nah not like that, but good to know." Calum took a deep breath, looked up at you, and then away. The shadows from the small camp lantern made him look mysterious and brooding. "Can I tell you something? I feel like I can trust you." His voice was soft and he rolled on his side concentrating on tracing lines along the skin on your legs. 

"You can tell me anything," you assured him.

"I want to--uh I guess experiment with different sorts of types of experiences with something new. I mean, obviously new. What I mean is, not what you'd expect maybe. Shit!" Calum rubbed his eyes and you held back a smile. "What I'm trying to say is that," he paused again.

"Calum, are you into guys?" You ask, not wanting to rush, but you were running out of time. You only had about half an hour before the tide would start coming in and you had to leave. 

"Is it obvious?" He asked, his eyes wide. 

"Nope, I wouldn't have guessed at all, but I've had this conversation with a friend before. I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, but we have to leave here in a bit." You checked your phone.

“So that’s it?” he asked. 

“Dude, it’s not that serious. Tell me who you’re scoping out and I’ll let you know what’s up. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun as well,” you told him.

He looked so relieved, and you could only imagine what it took for him to tell you that.

Calum sat up and you started rolling up the blanket. You packed up your beach bag and Calum held the lantern as you twisted and folded the tent in three quick fluid motions before sliding it into its bag. 

"How did you do that so quickly in the dark?" Calum looked impressed.

"Practice, now come on, follow me, watch your step. It's slippery," you cautioned him.

It had gotten chilly and you were both shivering as you ran back to your car. 

"You won't tell anyone at work will you? I know it's not a big deal but I don't want everyone in my business." Calum bit his lip and you could tell he was questioning his decision.

"Dude you're fine, but what made you decide to tell me?" The question slipped out before you realized it.

He looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was hoping maybe you could help me out. I don't know how to read people and I don't want to make an idiot out of myself." 

"Of course," you replied, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Did you have anyone in mind?”

“Well there’s this lifeguard. He’s blonde and has a bird tattoo on his arm,” Calum told you. 

You cringed, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “Sorry sweetie,” you replied, “ that’s Cody and he’s not only straight, he’s a complete jackass.”

Calum slumped and looked defeated. “Don’t worry sweetie,” you reassured him. “The summer is just getting started”

A clap of thunder pulled you from your daydream.  If it was going to rain there was no chance business would pick up. You glanced over at Calum perched on the stool behind the cash register playing on his phone. His dark curls were falling across his forehead and your fingers itched to play with his hair. Being bored and horny was never fun and you were willing to bet Calum could take care of both. As if he could read your mind Cal looked up and caught your eye. The smirk that spread across his face let you know you were being too obvious, but you didn't care. 

"If you keep looking at me like that I might forget I'm on the clock,"  Calum licked his lips and looked you over. "You're lucky there are cameras."

"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind? It just so happens I know all the spots the cameras can't see," you raise your eyebrows at him, challenging him to take it further. 

The loud jingle of the bells hanging from the door startled both of you. You look up to see a familiar figure ducking through the door just before the sky opened up and began pouring rain. 

"What's up Luke? Since when are you afraid to get wet," you teased the tall blonde walking towards the counter. You'd known Luke Hemmings for years, his dad was on the city council with yours and his mom taught sixth grade. He'd been a year ahead of you in school, and you'd both played varsity basketball in high school. He'd dated several of your friends, and before that, your older sister had a tumultuous relationship with his brother Ben several years back. 

"Maybe I'm sick of the pool and want my old job back," Luke shot back. He'd worked three summers scooping ice cream next to you until he turned 18 and could work as a lifeguard on the beach. 

"Sorry, dollface, I've managed to replace you, I even found someone better looking," you replied. 

The Hemmings brothers were gorgeous and always had girls falling at their feet, but you'd never been that impressed. Not that it stopped y'all from hooking up on occasion, including once in the walk-in cooler after closing the summer before your senior year. It was a small town and you'd dated, hated, or hooked up with most of the guys your age.  Luke's history was more extensive than yours. He'd not only hooked up with you and many of your female friends, but you'd kissed many of the same boys. 

He looked from you to Calum who was standing to your right suddenly engrossed in the patterns on the tile floor. You could see the flush on his cheeks and his leg was jiggling nervously. Luke looked Calum up and down, his blue eyes lingering on the younger man before shooting you an approving grin. 

"I see you found a college boy. Can't say I blame you, much better looking than that ginger from last year," Luke snickered.

"I'm gonna go check the cooler," Calum told you, barely audibly before ducking in the back. 

You looked at Luke who was as confused as you were before excusing yourself to follow Calum. 

You barely made it around the corner before Calum popped out at you nearly scaring you to death. 

"What the hell," you squealed as he pulled you into the freezer.

"That's the guy I was telling you about," he hissed as the door shut behind you.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Remember when you drove me home the other night? You asked if I had anyone in mind so you could find out which team they played for," his voice was a panicked whisper, and his dark eyes were wide as saucers.

Then it clicked. "You were talking about Luke?" I asked, my voice louder than I meant for it to be.

"Why are you yelling? Yes, obviously that's him, except you told me his name was Dylan."

"You said tall, curly hair, with a bird tattooed on his arm. Luke doesn't have any tattoos, his mom

hates them," I replied, but doubted myself now. I hadn't seen Luke in ages, he'd always been a spoiled Mama's boy and maybe Liz finally caved.  

"That tall drink of water has a hummingbird tattooed on his arm, but that's not important right now. Have y'all hooked up?" You nodded and Calum scowled. "Figures he would be straight," he sighed.

Your brain finally caught up to the situation at hand, and you had an idea. 

"Listen to me Calum, you're gonna wait on him. Offer him a strawberry waffle cone, it's his favorite," you pushed him out of the cooler and back towards the front. 

You popped your head around the corner and whistled making Luke look up from his phone. "I'll be out in a second. I keep telling Dad this freezer needs replaced, have one on the house, but try not to scare off my new employee please," you shoot him a stern look as Calum came around the corner behind you. 

"I'll try not to bite, but I make no promises," Luke laughed before turning his attention to Calum. 

You moved just out of their sight, but still within earshot to see if your little plan worked. 

"So uh, yeah, the boss said you could have a free waffle cone. She said you like strawberry ice cream," Calum started out a squeak but he cleared his throat and continued, in a deep rough tone that gave you the shivers.

"Did she now?" Luke's voice dripped honey and you could hear him smiling. "I'm surprised she remembered, but she's good like that." 

"That's why she's the boss," Calum was cautious, and you stifled a laugh. "Have y'all known each other long? Are you close?"  

"Oh we know each other very well, and we've been close, very close sometimes. She's easy to talk to, I'm sure you know how it is," Luke answered and you had to put your hand over your mouth to hold back a laugh. You'd recognize that syrupy flirtatious tone anywhere, it was obvious Luke was seducing your new employee. You peeked around the counter to see Calum handing Luke his ice cream cone. A double scoop, perfectly dipped, pink and creamy, just barely starting to drip around the edge you watched Luke begin to lap it up while keeping his eyes on Calum.  

The power flickered as Luke leaned back against one of the tables in the dining area, half sitting half standing, his long legs crossed at the ankle. He was wearing the black swim trunks trimmed in bright red every lifeguard wore on duty and a thin white reflective windbreaker unzipped almost all the way to his waist revealing his broad bare chest. You could see Calum fidgeting nervously with the ice cream scoop while trying not to stare. Luke was not making that easy, his lips and tongue working obscenely in a way that was starting to make you horny, and you knew what he was doing and why. Poor Calum didn't stand a chance. It didn't help that he'd worn basketball shorts to work and the clingy fabric made his arousal obvious even where you were standing. 

You stepped back trying to figure out your next step. Your intention had been to introduce Luke and Calum but watching them together made your thoughts wander places they shouldn't. The rain was really coming down, sheeting the windows and sounding like pebbles being hurled against the roof. Daylight had turned dark as the storm really kicked up. You could hear the guys talking as you checked the weather on your phone. You were stuck here at least another 30 minutes as a big blob of red on the radar moved through your area. 

"She said I dare you to kiss the person on either side of you, and I didn't know if I wanted to kill her or kiss her." You heard Luke's voice and realized you'd zoned out and you headed back towards the front. 

You stepped through the swinging doors just in time to hear Calum ask, "why was that?" 

"Because the girl to his left was my friend who was absolutely gagging for Luke's cock," you answered as Calum jumped and Luke laughed.

"What was her name? Crystal? Kristen?" Luke bit the tip of the waffle cone off and sucked the remainder of the ice cream out of the bottom, glancing at you before his eyes returned to Calum. 

"Kirsten, you did end up sleeping with her, " you reminded him. "Tell him who was on the other side."

Luke licked his lips and grinned. "Keeeerstin, that's right, and that 4th of July we all did crazy things if I remember correctly. To my right however was the hottest soccer player in school who I'd had a crush on for ages." 

Calum nodded and Luke's gaze flickered your way once again, his blue eyes bright and mischievous, before he continued, "I was freaking out when we kissed but then he ended up taking me back to his house and we fooled around on his sister's swing set." 

You laughed along with Luke as you watched Calum realize what Luke said. His head snapped up, blinking rapidly and his mouth opened and closed refusing to find words before you saw him look at you, then Luke, and then back to you as everything clicked into place.

"Is that what strawberry ice cream meant? Were you setting me up?" Calum asked.

"Not a setup, but wanted to see if Luke remembered the code. Turns out there's not as dumb as he looks," you walked up to Calum stopping just inches from his chest looking up at him. "And you did say you were bored." 

"What did you have in mind?" He raised his eyebrows at you, still unable to look at Luke. 

“I mean, Luke likes strawberry ice cream, and so do you. I doubt we’re going to have many customers with this rain,” you told him. 

“They closed down the beach because of lightning so no one is coming out,” Luke chimed in. 

“That’s what I was thinking, so it sounds to me like the three of us have some time on our hands,” you replied. You looked at Calum and he nodded but his eyes burned into you.

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” he asked apparently reading your thoughts. 

“I can handle anything,” you puffed your chest out and heard Luke snicker, but you didn’t dare take your eyes off Calum.

“I’m down if y’all are,” he challenged, finally looking at Luke. 

Am I really going to do this? Your thoughts were racing and your heart was pounding as hard as the rain. CAMERAS you thought before remembering you'd been the one who updated the security system and there was a workaround.

Thunder crashed so loudly you felt it shake your bones. No one would come around today, and it made no sense to stay open or send Luke home in this storm. 

"Calum, go make sure the back door is locked, Luke if you could flip the bolt and get the blinds," you told them before you ran back into the office where money was counted. Behind the desk was the breaker box and you flipped the switch that shut off the security cameras and half the lights. 

You poked your head out at Luke and motioned for him to follow you towards the back. You bumped into Calum as he came back towards the front.

"Where are you going?" He asked

"Break room, even with this storm I'm worried about someone peeking in," you reply.

"Really?" Calum was skeptical.

"Around here you never know," Luke told him.

You flipped the light switch, but only two bulbs lit up casting the room in soft blue light with long shadows. 

"So I hear you got a tattoo, Hemmings," you said, trying to break the ice. Calum looked even more nervous than you felt, and you silently asked Luke to take charge. 

He winked at you unzipping his jacket and shrugging it off his shoulders. You noticed he was still lean and lanky but he'd definitely filled out, added some muscle definition. Sure enough, there on his right bicep was a small hummingbird. 

"I can't believe Liz finally caved," you teased.

"Honestly I just went and did it, and then dealt with the consequences. She's still mad, but nothing I can't handle," he replied. Luke looked over towards Calum. "You have way more than I ever will, can I see them?" 

Calum nodded and came up beside you. He started off nervous, but as he explained his tattoos starting with his parents’ initials on his hands, working up past his wrists, to the lovely bird with his sister's name, he explained when and where he'd gotten them. Some, like the thistle on his left bicep, had special meaning relating to friends and family. While others, like the spade and the horseshoe, were aesthetic choices. 

"Is that it?" Luke raised his eyebrows and bit his lip. 

"Nope," Calum smirked, warming to the other's man's attention. He reached behind his neck and in one swift motion pulled his shirt off over his head. You felt your pulse quicken and heard Luke suck in his breath next to you. Calum was brawnier, broad-chested with black ink on brown skin. Without realizing it you reached out to touch him, trailing a fingertip along what looked like a feather etched underneath his collarbone.

"What's this?" You asked, feeling your insides quiver when he turned his brown eyes towards you. 

"It's a silver fern, my mom's Maori from New Zealand," Calum's voice was a sultry whisper.

"And this?" Your fingers slide down to the "Choose Life" on his chest.

"It's from Trainspotting and- OH," Calum moaned as you absentmindedly tugged his nipple.

"Do that again," Luke told you, his hand sliding down over his dick now a bulge in his black and red lifeguard trunks. 

You tugged, harder this time, and were rewarded with a sound somewhere between a moan and a hiss. Calum licked his lips before his mouth hung slightly open as your fingers traveled to the other one, repeating the motion. Both men moaned in response and Calum noticed Luke palming himself through his shorts.

"Enjoying the show?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"Oh my God yes," Luke responded, squeezing his cock slightly. "All I can think about is the two of you sucking me off." 

"I'm down for that," you reply. "What do you say Cal." 

Uncertainty crept into his expression and he paused, "I want to but I've never done that before."

"If you want I can show you," you offered, the idea had you excited like never before. 

"Is that ok?" Calum asked.

Luke's blue eyes went wide. "Fuck yes, please," he whispered.

You untied the drawstring on Luke's shorts and tugged them down past his hips letting his long cock spring free. Rock hard and leaking as you wrapped your hand around the shaft, you could feel his body react to your touch. You stood on your tiptoes and playfully kissed his lips before you sank to your knees in front of him. 

You looked up at Calum who was watching your intently, lips pursed in concentration. 

"You know what you like so start there. Personally I like to tease a bit to start off," you tell him, flicking your tongue around the tip. "You wanna keep it wet and keep it moving. I think spitting is gross but if you gag a little it gets everything nice and sloppy." You took Luke's cock in your mouth getting it slick and shiny as you bobbed your head, taking him further down your throat each time until your nose was almost touching his belly. 

"Oh shit," you heard Luke's growl above you as you came back up for air. You continued pumping him with your hand as you looked up at Calum. 

"Come on, you try," you beckoned to him. 

Calum was eager now, as he kneeled next to you, looked up at Luke, and wrapped his hand around your much smaller one as you stroked Luke's cock together. 

"Oh God," Luke moaned, the sight almost sending him over the edge. 

Calum leaned forward and brushed his lips against the taut skin before his tongue darted out to get his first taste. Luke's knees started to buckle and he leaned back against the break table which was inches behind his thighs. Calum hesitated, eyeing the table before glancing at you, but both you and Luke knew the table could easily hold his weight. 

"It's fine, keep going," you pulled back and gave his arm a nudge.

"Are you sure? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do,” he replied.

"You're sucking a dick not disarming a bomb, just don't bite and you'll be fine," you told him with a giggle.

Calum swirled his tongue around the tip and you saw Luke grip the table's edge, his knuckles white. Calum began sucking, softly, and slowly before gaining confidence he built up a rhythm. Luke grunted, his eyes screwed shut and his chest heaved.

"Stop," he pleaded, "you're gonna make me cum too fast." 

Calum pulled back with a pop. "I thought that was the point,"  he smirked up at the older man.

"God what I wouldn't give to let you both take turns riding me," Luke moaned, grasping his cock tightly, fighting for control. 

"What's wrong Luke?" You reached up and ran your thumb along Calum's plump bottom lip. "His pretty mouth got you all excited. Thinking about how you're the first guy he's ever sucked off? About how lucky you are?

"You keep talking like that and you're gonna make me cum in my pants," Calum warned you.

"Not yet, I wanna help with that," Luke growled. 

"We gotta finish you first," Calum grinned and got back to work. Luke cursed loudly as his cock disappeared down the other man's throat. Calum stopped and almost pulled back but kept going. 

You looked up at Luke, he was staring down at the two of you with half-open eyes. You reached up and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle tug. That sent him over the edge.

"Oh shit I'm gonna come," Luke yelled, bucking his hips. Calum tried to swallow but he started coughing so he leaned back, cum dripping from his chin and splattering on his chest. You watched Luke fight to keep his eyes on Calum before they rolled back in his head as his knees shook and his breath escaped him in ragged gasps. 

He sank to the floor next to the two of you watching as you pulled Calum in for a kiss tasting Luke on his lips. When you broke away, Luke was there kissing you first and then Calum. 

"That was so good, let us take care of you now. I bet you're ready to burst. Let's see what we're working with here," he said as he reached into Calum's shorts. You both smiled as Luke pulled out a cock that was a bit shorter but thicker than Luke's. 

"Damn Cal, you've been holding out on me," you purred in his ear as you moved behind him. 

"I would've fucked you that night on the beach if you'd let me," he admitted.

"I was indisposed, but we'll have to make up for that," you tell him before you kissed your way up his neck.

"Raise up a bit," Luke told him as he pulled his shorts up before laying on the carpet. He positioned his head just under Calum's balls blowing on them as you reached around and massaged Calum's cock. "This is gonna be all I think about tomorrow at work. I'm gonna be rock hard sitting up in that chair just thinking about what I wanna do to the two of you." 

A huge thunderclap seems to shake the building and the lights flickered as your lips found Calum's neck as you nipped at his skin. You'd been fantasizing about marking up his throat and couldn't resist leaving a mark. He whined in response and pushed back into you before moaning as Luke's mouth went to work getting Calum's cock nice and wet before sucking and humming on his balls. You continued to suck tiny bruises on Calum's flesh as Luke's mouth stayed busy alternating between working over Calum and talking dirty. 

"I'd love to watch you fuck her before I come up behind you and take that ass. Imagine being between us, having your cock buried in her pussy while you're stretched and full," Luke told him and the idea gave you the most delicious thrill. The idea of Luke fucking Calum into you had you aching for your own release, but right now you wanted to make Calum feel good. You twisted your hand slightly as you stroked his cock.  Calum's head rolled back resting on your shoulder, moaning over and over as you kept one hand on his dick and the other tugged his nipples. You couldn't see what Luke was doing but you heard sucking noises between Calum's moans. 

"I'm getting close," Calum warned you. "Oh God keep doing that," he gasped and you could hear Luke humming as he sucked. 

You jerked him faster, concentrating on the tip, tugging his nipples harder as your teeth grazed along his shoulder. 

He erupted onto Luke's chest with an "Oh God" that was both a prayer and an exultation. Luke quickly moved so he was sucking the tip and the two of you worked together to drain every drop. 

Calum slumped back against you and you peppered his skin with kisses as you felt him shudder as he came down from his high. 

"That was incredible, I don't think I can feel my legs," Calum said as he shifted so he was no longer kneeling. 

"I bet," Luke laughed as he got up. He walked over to the sink in the corner by the refrigerator and grabbed some paper towels. He got himself cleaned up before bringing some back for you and Calum. 

"Are you ok?" Luke asked when he noticed you were breathing heavily. "Do you need your inhaler?" 

You reached out your hand so he could help you up. "I'm fine, that was just intense and I got excited," you winked at him as you stood up. He pulled on your arm and caused you to stumble and fall into his chest. He wrapped you in a cuddle and bent his lips closer to your ear.

"I haven't forgotten about you princess," Luke's words made you shiver with the anticipation. You could tell your panties were soaked and your core throbbed as Luke gripped your hips and lifted you on to the break table. He stepped between your legs and put this hand under your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. Calum was still on his tongue as it tangled with yours and you tasted his essence which was sweeter than Luke's. His hands tugged at your shirt and you broke away to let him lift it over your head. He kissed you again as you fumbled with your bra, unhooking it before you tossed it across the room. Luke's mouth moved to your breasts and you saw Calum still seated on the floor as he watched you with Luke, his eyes glazed over with lust.  

When your eyes met Calum jolted out of his gaze and scrambled to his feet. You almost laughed as he tripped over his own feet as he readjusted his shorts, but at that moment Luke's mouth closed over your stiff nipple and the laugh became a moan.

Luke's fingers were clawing at your waistband and you lifted your hips as he pulled your shorts and panties down at the same time. 

The rain was beating against the roof in sheets now, but you could barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat.

Luke spread your legs and stepped back to show Calum. "She how pretty and wet she is for us. We gotta give her something special as a thank you. Want me to show you how to make her squirm," Luke teased, running a finger in between your soaked folds, and you pushed your hips up with a frustrated grunt. 

"Nah," Calum looked you dead in the eye with the cockiest smirk you'd ever seen in your life.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I've been fantasizing about this for weeks," he was talking to Luke but his eyes were on you. "Tell me princess, do you taste as good as you look. I bet you're as sweet and juicy as a pink Starburst." 

You don't even recognize the sound that escaped your lips when Calum's mouth moved between your thighs. His tongue danced and moved in ways you'd never experienced, curling inside you before swooping up between your lips and lapping up your nectar. His pillowy lips sucked on your clit alternating with soft cool puffs of air over your fevered skin.  

Luke buried you in a flurry of kisses and you didn't know where each one was going to land, your mouth, breasts, neck, belly, shoulders, along your hairline or on your fingertips. 

Calum was relentless, barely coming up for air as he buried his face in your pleasure. You felt like a live wire as your nerves danced under your skin while Calum's tongue found every pleasure spot. Your heels beat the table in time with the storm raging outside as your orgasm started to build. You wanted to praise him or cry out but Luke covered your mouth with his. 

You arched your back almost slamming your head back on the table as Calum furiously worked on achieving your high. He wasn't going to let up until you were screaming for him, and you gladly obliged. Your climax hit you hard enough to see stars and your whole body let go.

"Damn baby," Luke's voice was in your ear but sounded very far away. 

You tried to close your legs but Calum wouldn't let you. He held them open still sucking your clit his fingers buried inside you as he coaxed another orgasm out of you.  He moaned into your skin as you drenched his face, your thighs, and the table as you came undone. He didn't stop until you were whimpering from being overstimulated, and only then did he finally pro back. 

He stood up and grabbed Luke for a kiss leaving the tall blonde as breathless as you were. The storm was still raging but your heartbeat was returning to normal. You sat up, a bit embarrassed by the mess.

"Sorry about that, can one of y'all get some towels?" You ask even though you hated to interrupt them. 

"Don't apologize," Luke stroked your thigh, and Calum did as you asked. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He looked over at Calum, "will you teach me how to make her squirt like that." 

"Hell yeah," Calum answered as he gently cleaned you up. He landed a tiny kiss on your nose. "Thank you," he whispered, almost too softly to be heard. You reached down and squeezed his hand as you shared a smile. 

"How about I help y'all close up and we head back to my apartment?" Luke asked. 

"Great idea, we'll order pizza and see where the night goes."  You slid off the table, wobbled a bit but Calum wouldn't let you fall.

"Sounds like a plan, boss," Calum grinned. "Can we get ice cream too?" 

"Sure, what flavor?" You asked as you pulled your shorts up and Luke tossed your bra to you.

"Strawberry," they answered in unison before you all cracked up.

"Oh this is gonna be a great summer," you called over your shoulder as you walked out of the room.

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Yesterday I consumed nearly 4 grams of mushrooms. Here is what that was like for me:

First, this isnt my first rodeo. I've consumed psychedelics a few times before; I wouldnt call myself necessarily experienced but I have an education background in psychopharmacology and I have a couple of trips under my belt already so I knew what to expect and how it was going to feel going into it. 2 months ago. my girlfriend and I purchased 7 grams of mushrooms to split for our anniversary weekend this past week. We purchased a hotel room - I wanted to avoid doing this at home due to a very stressful living situation - and situated our setting so as to be best prepared to go about our experience. This included water, music, videogames, some snacks, etc. The necessities.

Our day started following a night of several shared margaritas and burgers between us. We went swimming, had coffee and a light breakfast, went to therapy together, and then a healthy midday lunch. Following that, we gathered the supplies for the night and settled in at around 3pm. Starting then, I measured out the dosages for the both of us; 2.75g for her, 3.87g for me (the dosages were more or less arbitrary, but we had a ballpark of what kind of experience we were looking for). She ate hers straight up, while I prepared a 'lemon tek'; powdered shrooms soaked in lemon juice for some time. There is some science behind it, but the idea is to shorten the duration or the experience while making it more intense. This also helps with digestion to prevent nausea, although there will still be some present as your body tries to 'reject' the chemical.

My shrooms sat in lemon juice for 20 mins before I tossed them all in orange juice for me to take big gulps of. Disclaimer - I HATE the taste, smell, texture, EVERYTHING about mushrooms. This... isnt necessarily better, but it's the best way to consume them short of capsules, I've found.

3:25 PM: I start drinking my pulpy orange juice - mushroom cocktail. It tastes like sour orange juice, because of the lemon juice I added, but the thought of the mushrooms in there makes me gag before I even get the concoction in my mouth. I can already tell this is going to be an endeavour. I take one big swig, maybe a fifth of the bottle, and approximately a quarter of the dose. I wait about 5 mins before taking another swig

3:35: one more swig, followed by a dab, hoping that the weed will calm my tummy. It does, but not before I nearly puke coughing up a lung

3:45: I finish the cocktail. This whole time I'm watching my girlfriend - who is approximately 15 minutes ahead of me having already dosed - set up the Nintendo switch and design a character on Tony Hawks Pro Skater, the remastered edition. She finishes, we take a dab, and we start playing. We, for some reason, start with a VS game, first to 500,000 points. I dont know why we thought that was a good idea, but we did. From here on, times are approximate.

Approximately 3:50: We are mindlessly skating in complete silence, absolute fixated in this game. I'm pretty high from the dabs as it is, so I'm spacing out and having trouble coordinating.

Approximately 4:00: I'm focused entirely on how gross my stomach feels having drank the cocktail. My body feels heavy, and it's very difficult to coordinate in the game properly.

Approximately 4:15: We are probably 100,000 points into this game before we both realize how long it's going to take before anyone wins. Were both kinda over it, and clearly struggling with performing and we only know it's going to get worse. As the come up begins, I feel a profound sense of anxiety. Recognizing it as the comeup anxiety, I dismiss it, but it's quickly becoming pretty overwhelming. The lemon tek, in shortening and intensifying the experience, creates very powerful come ups. We stop playing THPS and switch to Super Mario 3D World, which makes me feel better

Approximately 4:30: We get through 2 levels before we stop playing for the night. We decide to cuddle and try to calm each other down. We put on Bo Burnham's 'Inside' to listen to while we come up, which was a great idea because we love him. Really got us talking about our pasts and the meanings behind each of his songs. My body is very heavy, but I feel at absolute peace within it - I'm not biting my nails compulsively or shaking my legs - despite the come up anxiety and the slight nausea. I feel attached to the bed, I didnt want to get up even if I had to. I am absolutely CHEESIN, smiling so hard my cheeks still hurt a day later.

Approximately 4:45: I am staring at the wall, looking at what appears to be a pattern overlaying the texture of the wall. I see the same pattern on the bathroom floor. I'm questioning as to whether or not it's really there. I quickly move to the ceiling - a popcorn ceiling - where I am blown away; the lighting in the room makes the ceiling look both purple and green. My pareidolia is going crazy and I see constantly shifting patterns in the white noise that is the popcorn ceiling. The crazy thing is knowing that there is no pattern to the nonsense I am seeing, but making out patterns regardless. I stare at this for awhile. The ceiling is flowing like water.

The exact order of events henceforth are kind of a blur. We lay in bed for the rest of the night, but the topics of discussion vary from point to point, mostly us complimenting each other and praising each other. At some point, Inside ended, and we listened to Hamilton. However, I hardly remember both the end of Inside nor the entirety of Hamilton, and so it's likely that around d approximately 5 oclock, began the Great Existential Breakdown (TM)

At approximately 5 oclock, I was peaking. Emotions were running high, and, in response to being hungry, I had a breakdown because I hated the fact that I was born into a world dominated by cruelty, inhumanity, and the insatiable drive for profit. I hated that I lived in a world where something as simple as hunger was a problem, and that food - a human right - is commodified. I hated that consumption was obligatory, and that to feed the endless gluttony that is the human need to consume, we exploit both our fellow humans, and the planet. I hated that in that obligatory need to consume, weve facilitated this social climate in which it's okay to pollute our world and exploit the human labor condition so as long as its convenient to the consumer and profitable to the corporation. (Now that I think about it, this may have been spurned by Bo Burnhams 'That Funny Feeling', which I feel like is his most powerful song on the album. ) This quickly evolved into how being born, and forced into a world without your consent where conditions like this exist in the first place is inherently a violent act, and that having children is immoral until we create an environment where those conditions are obsolete. Then to how bullshit it is that I am forced to take care of a meatsuit for the whole of my life, but I have to pay to upkeep all of it as if i had some choice in the matter. This lead to me talking about how I wanted to be a transient observer of the universe, untethered to any physical point in space. Not quite dead, not quite alive - still able to see things happen, but not be able to participate. I then went on to say how I didnt think suicide was the answer to my problems because that doesnt necessarily get rid of the conditions that lead to my despair, but rather creates new problems for my loved ones. I knew that the key was to live in despite of the despair and to continue on in search of my own personal meaning.

This breakdown lasted approximately 3 hours and was very emotional for both of us. We spent a lot of time crying and talking about stuff weve never spoken about before. The comedown was very gentle and helped me feel very cathartic and relaxed. Over the course of the comedown I took several dabs, a few of which brought me back to 'The Wonky Space' (TM). However, this was short lived. My girlfriend sat in the tub naked from the waist down, which quickly turned into a bath, and from there, after my breakdown, we started to relax, watch some Shameless, went downstairs, got some snacks, some drinks, and went to bed.

Before I fell asleep, and once I knew the experience was 100% over, I took some time to reflect and felt very satisfied with what happened. It wasnt at all what I expected the night to be, but I felt like I needed to do that, and experience that kind of existential pain. I felt very relaxed once I got control of my body again, and that peace - the general sense of wellbeing, happiness, lack of anxiety, connectivity to my partner and my fellow man - has persisted well into the next day, and will likely continue for at least the next week. 10/10 would do again.

Would I say I had a bad trip? No. Was it a good one? N...no. but I had a great time, it was fun, and enlightening, and helped me realize where I feel like I am struggling mentally.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Be Mine {One Shot}***

Henry Cavill x Reader/Jason Momoa x Reader/Chadwick Boseman x Reader/Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, Fivesome, PURE FILTH, SMUT 

DO NOT READ AT WORK!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY THIRSTIES!

Words: 6.5k

Summary: You are an actress and you know how the industry is as well as how difficult it is to get an inkling of free time. Due to this fact, you’ve been alone a lot and missing the attention and affection of the men in your life. You were looking to Valentine’s Day and the prospect of getting some much needed face time with them but because of their own busy schedules, you are out of luck and will have to spend Valentine’s day alone. Or will you?

Note: Request from @momobaby227 . I got this and my eyes bugged, and I clutched my pearls just thinking about the death sentence of this scenario. Since I am not the one to shy away from a challenge, here I go. Fingers crossed this works the way I want it to. 

Lee’s Valentine’s Extravaganza Finale!!!

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“Let’s take thirty everyone. Y/N, great scene. When we come back we’ll pick it up from scene twelve.”

 You nodded and gathered your robe before you made your way to your trailer.

 “Y/N, I was able to find the sushi you like and I picked up some freshly juiced beet, celery, ginger, and carrot juice,” Issana informed falling into step with you.

 “Thank you.”

 “This package was also just delivered for you.” She held out a medium-sized white box to you. You caught your name scribbled on top in nice script that looked almost like calligraphy. Also on the box at the top right corner was the acronym “HCJC”. You smiled knowing just who it was from.

 “Thank you Issana. I have some things that need picking up from a few places. Do you think you can handle it?”

 “Consider it done,” Issana responded. You smiled then ducked into your trailer letting your giddiness take over.

 You put your lunch on a nearby table and dropped into the couch to rip open the box. Once it was open you saw a gorgeous arrangement of pink long stem roses—your favorite. All roses were your favorite, but you also knew the meaning behind these roses. Early in your relationship you, Henry, Jason, Chris, and Chadwick came up with a way to send coded messages all through flowers. These pink roses while beautiful had a deeper meaning. Foreplay. You couldn’t keep the wide grin off your face as you opened up the pale pink envelope with your name on it.

 -Y/N,

 Pink roses, a favorite of yours but we know that you know that it means something more for us. Something deeper. It speaks of a prologue, a beginning of things to come.

 Love,

Henry, Jason, Chadwick, Chris

  You smiled again and walked over to your phone ready to send a message thanking them.

 MSG: I love them. Thank you!

MSG Chad: Knew you would. How are you beautiful?

MSG: Tired and so ready to finally have you home.

MSG Chad: I know. Almost there.

MSG Henry: Time ticks too slow for me.

MSG Chris: Same for me.

 Your smile was wider as you burrowed deeper into the seat before your vanity. You should have been eating but you could only think of one thing—well four things.

 MSG Jason: Did you make it to the bottom of the box or just stopped at the flowers?

MSG Henry: You know she stopped at the flowers.

MSG Chad: Typical.

You snorted at their playful teasing of your short attention span. Walking back over to the box you dug to the bottom and saw a red sleeping mask with “Be Mine” written across it in white stitching. Your curiosity was piqued.

 MSG: Um….

MSG Chris: LMAO. I told you she’d say that.

MSG Henry: Cat got your tongue, love?

MSG: No, I just thought I already was yours. Are you guys trying to tell me something?

MSG Jason: Damn right you’re ours. Remember that especially when that pretty boy costar of yours asks to hang out. I’m not afraid to kill.

 Your laugh was loud and unexpected. Leave it to Jason to be the territorial one threatening violence.

 MSG Chad: I second that. I peeped that shot in Star. Tell him keep his hands to himself.

MSG: Oh my god, can you all chill out? It was nothing. His hand was on my back.

MSG Henry: How about he just keeps them at his side? He’ll live longer that way.

 You shook your head while rolling your eyes. Having one territorial boyfriend was chaotic, you had four of them. It sometimes felt like too much especially when they all ganged up on you like this, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

 MSG: Okay everyone chill. Is someone going to explain this sleeping mask?

MSG Chris: Sleeping mask to most, for you a blindfold.

 Your jaw dropped as the possibilities swarmed through your head. After a few seconds, a devilish smile spread across your face as a shiver raced through you. just as you were getting ready to type a reply there was a knock at the door of your trailer. When you opened it there stood one of the set workers holding out a packet.

 “Rewrites.” You groaned and took the papers. Of course there were rewrites. As you skimmed them you realized it was for your upcoming scene.

 “Who would rewrite minutes before filming it?” you groaned as you dropped onto the couch and looked back to your phone to see the messages you’d missed.

 MSG Jason: A hundred bucks says she zoned out.

MSG Chad: Beautiful, you okay?

MSG Chris: Are your fingers busy?

MSG: Y’all aren’t funny. I’m fine, just got handed ten pages of rewrites for my next scene in twenty minutes.

MSG Henry: Yep, I can relate.

MSG Jason: Same.

MSG Chad: You got this baby.

MSG: I love your confidence in me, honey. 😘

MSG Chris: Focus. We’ll talk later.

MSG: Okay, love you guys!

 The rest of your day was long, hectic and exhausting. What was supposed to be a day that left you with enough time to meet your girls at a club ended up being you leaving set at one in the morning with no energy. After you made it home you managed to eat in a bath filled with lavender, gardenia, eucalyptus, and lemon oils. You didn’t even have the energy to try to facetime the guys. Shortly after that bath, you fell right to sleep in your custom-made bed.

 The sound of your name being shouted was what woke you up.

 “Girl, wake up!”

 You jumped up and looked around to see your three friends scattered around the room. You dropped back onto the bed and groaned.

 “Go away, I’m too tired.” You rolled to your side and plopped a pillow over your head.

 “Uh, no trick you gonna get up. we had plans,” Janaris blurted out yanking the pillow off your head.

 “J, come on I’m exhausted. I didn’t get in till two. Let me sleep,” you pleaded.

 “Nope. Come on we’re supposed to do the spa, hair, nails the works. Tomorrow is valentine’s day, we all got men we gotta look bomb for. Come on!”

 While groaning you sat up. she was right. The plan for the day was to prep for tomorrow and you only had a certain amount of time to do it, you were expected on set for night shoots.

“Fine, fine. Give me ten.” You begrudgingly walked past them into your closet to find some clothes.

 Thirty minutes later you found yourself parking at the spa. Fifteen minutes from there you were lying face down butt naked getting a well deserved massage and body treatment. It didn’t take long for your muscles to melt and your mind to drift. You didn’t know how much you needed this. You took a quick selfie and sent it to the guys.

 MSG: Prep begins now. I sure hope you appreciate all I do for you.

 Four and a half hours later you and your girls had finished at the spa and managed to find outfits and intimates for the night. You were getting excited. It had been almost a month since you’d last seen your paramours together. It had been a busy month thanks to your schedules. Beginning tomorrow they were supposed to be in town all of them at the same time. You planned on taking full advantage.

 By the time you made it to set that night, it was such a busy set that you didn’t get any downtime until well into the four o’clock hour. When you opened up your messages you saw several messages from Henry, Jason Chad, and Chris letting you know that they were all unable to fly in tomorrow. Just like that, your heart sunk.

 MSG: What do you mean you can’t fly in?

MSG Henry: My set times got switched and now I’m roped into filming through tomorrow and the day after.

MSG Jason: Me too.

MSG Chris: I had to fly out to yet another location for the day, so I can’t make it either.

You tried to hold back your tears and held out hope that Chad would at least be able to come home.

 MSG: Chad?

MSG Chad: I’m sorry baby, we’re so behind schedule any free time has been revoked.

 Your tears fell as disappointment filled you. Giving yourself a few moments to cry and wallow in your sadness and annoyance you shot back a message.

 MSG: Okay. I understand. Guess it comes with the territory.

MSG Jason: I’m sorry sugar.

 You could just about hear him whisper that in your ear like he always did when he was pressed behind you. Sighing you closed your eyes and tried to push away your sadness and any urge to roll into a ball. They probably felt bad enough and you didn’t want them to feel worse.

 MSG: It happens. No worries.

MSG Chris: We’ll make it up to you. 😛

MSG: You better, you four owe me so fucking big. So big you better bring your A+++ game when you come home.

MSG: I’m going to get back to work now. Love you.

 “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s fine, it’s fine.”

 It absolutely was not fine but at this point, there was nothing you could do about it. They were all in different places. You could fly out, but you’d only be with one of them and it probably wouldn’t be a problem, but you didn’t want to make any of them feel as if you’d chosen one over the other. This was one of the complexities of a relationship like yours.

 After giving yourself a good ten minutes to be resentful you toughened up and got back to work. no matter what was happening in your personal life, you were still a professional.

 Night shoot turned into a day shoot. You were able to film four scenes with minimal retakes. The director was so pumped about it he opted to continue on not wanting to mess with the easy groove that everyone had found themselves in. You weren’t angry with it because you’d learned that when things were going well you didn’t break the mojo by calling wrap for the day you continued until the juice ran out.

 When you got home it was turning six and you were exhausted. you’d been working for twenty-one hours. You didn’t even want to be home tonight of all nights, but your friends were probably neck deep in chocolates, roses, and lube and they were all probably getting their backs blown out. It was Valentine’s Day after all, the universal day for love, affection, romance and gifts that showed how much you were loved or how deep you loved. Sitting in your car staring at your dark house you were reluctant to go inside, but you had nowhere else to go.

Once you walked in the dim flicker of candlelight caught your eye. Your foyer was filled with tall pillar candles in the shape of a heart. You were frozen, unsure what was happening. In the center of the heart was one lone peach rose with a note tied to it and a red box. Immediately your tears welled. When you bent to retrieve it, you smelled its sweet aroma. You sniffled and read the words written across it. It was Chris’ handwriting.

 Peach roses simply put for us it means one thing. Appreciation. You are appreciated.

-Chris

 You smiled and opened the box to find a beautiful necklace with one charm on it—the letter “C”.  You followed the trail of peach petals which lead you to the living room. At the end of the peach petals trail was another rose. This one was a long stem yellow rose with a similar box and note. You smiled, retrieved it and smiled at the charm inside the box with the letter “J”.

 Yellow roses. I’m a man of few words. Plain and simple means I fall in love with you every single day.

-Jason

 You wiped your cheek, smelled the rose and followed the now yellow petal trail through the house. It stopped at the steps where a similar set up waited for you but with a coral rose instead.

 Coral roses. You get these often, they mean one thing for us. Desire. Not a minute goes by where you are not desired.

-Chadwick

 This was where the floodgates opened, and your tears flowed. This was incredibly sweet. You held the charm in the shape of a “C” close to your heart and followed the coral petals up the steps and down the hall. They stopped at your bedroom door which is where you paused and tried to get a grip. You knew thanks to the crying you looked horrible and you hated it. You dabbed your cheeks and sniggled once more then opened the door to see your entire bedroom filled with candles, roses of pink, yellow, coral, peach and red all around and Henry standing in front of the bed holding a red rose. Your tears began again. 

“Aww.” You took the rose and the box he offered then read the note.

 Red roses. They mean one thing for us. Seduction. You get them every day for one simple reason. You are loved, respected every single day and every single day the passion we feel for you is unbridled and never-ending.

-Henry

 When you looked up, Jason, Chris, and Chadwick walked out from where they were hiding making you break.

 “Oh my god,” you whined through your tears. “I can’t believe you guys did this.” You couldn’t stop your tears.

 “I can’t believe you guys are here. You said--,”

 “Where else would we be tonight?” Chad approached you with arms wide open and you fell into them and sobbed a little more. You couldn’t believe he was right in front of you, you could smell him and it wasn’t a dream.

 “Oh my god, I missed you so much.” He smiled that toothy smile you loved and lowered his lips to yours giving you a soft, sensual kiss.

 “I missed you too.”

 Turning to your right you hugged Henry and moaned when his burly arms wrapped around you engulfing you in a cocoon of safety.

 “I love you so much.” You kissed him and savored the taste of his lips and shivered when his hand slowly trailed down to your waist.

 “I love you more, darling.” His British accent only gave you more shivers.

 You felt a hand at the small of your back and instantly you knew it was Chris. Turning to him you pulled him into a tight hug. Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck and moaned.

 “You smell good.” You felt his lips on you making you bite your bottom lip.

 “So do you.” his eyes zeroed in on your mouth and tipped your chin up so he could easily kiss you. it was a quick kiss but a teasing one, one that spoke of the promise for later.

 “Sugar.” Your smile was wide seeing your gentle giant—Jason. He bent and lifted you into his arms for a massive bear hug. His lips tasted like cinnamon and it hit you how much you’d missed the taste.

 “I missed you,” you whispered to him.

 “I can tell,” Jason joked.

 When he put you back onto the floor you couldn’t stop smiling being in the middle of them as they all towered over you. It hit you then just what they’d put you through on purpose. You narrowed your eyes and stepped back just enough so they could see your snobby pout and crossed arms.

 “That’s not funny what you did. I was so sad, I cried.”

 They all laughed which made you even saltier. “It’s not funny!”

 “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re mad,” Jason teased coming to you. “Like a little leprechaun,” he finished. Your jaw dropped as they laughed louder.

 “Wow, you haven’t seen me in a month and you’re calling me names? On Valentine’s Day? And you are all laughing with him? Fuck around he’d gonna mess it up for all of you and none of you will get to reap the rewards of a four-hour spa trip.”

 Just like that they all stopped laughing and straightened up. It was your turn to smile. “I’m so happy you guys are home.” You stepped back into them and they each touched a part of your body. Chad cupped your jaw and kissed your nose while Henry kissed your exposed shoulder. Chris kissed your other shoulder from behind you while wrapping his hand around your midsection. You melted onto him as Jason kissed your temple leaving Henry to claim your lips when you turned to him. 

“Dinner? We got delivery from your favorite place, it’s on the dining table,” Chris whispered.

 “The only dinner I’m interested in is the four-course meal in this room.” You turned to Jason and locked his lips in a searing kiss. His moan was instantaneous as he pulled you flush against him dropping his hand to your backside. You moaned on him and nibbled his bottom lip. Jason let loose a guttural groan that vibrated through him exhilarating you in the process.

 From behind you, you felt the zip of your dress slowly lower then felt lips kiss your shoulder blade. You felt another set of lips on your shoulder before they latched onto your neck. Moaning again you broke free from the kiss and angled your head back. The new angle gave Jason and Chris access to the other parts of your neck. Jason nibbled at your Adam’s apple leaving Chris to your left side.

 With all their mouths on you, you simply stood there and enjoyed the attention you were long overdue for. Henry sucked your earlobe into his mouth making you wrap a free hand back and around his head.

 “You’re a dream come true Y/N.” His whispered praise made you smile; it began to fill the void that they’d left when they went away. You were love starved.

 A pair of hands pulled your dress down your body letting it pool around your feet. Another pair of hands unhooked your bra from behind. Chadwick hooked a finger on one of the straps and slowly pulled it down then kissed the free skin there. You moaned his name in the candlelit room and hugged Jason’s head to your chest as he peppered kisses across your collar.

 “You have no idea how much I missed you,” Chadwick whispered before he turned your face to him. his eyes were dark, but you saw the magnitude of his love shining back at you.

 “Show me.” Before the words fully came out, his lips were on yours working to steal your breath. It wasn’t a hard task; you were already on the brink of losing your mind. With each of them giving attention to a different part of your body and playing on a each of your senses you knew you would be the first to lose it.

 You turned to Chris, pressing your back onto Chadwick and began slowly undressing him. the buttons of his shirt were quickly aggravating you, so you yanked his shirt sending the remaining buttons scattering around the room.

 “Anxious?” You smiled and nodded before you kissed him showing him just how anxious you were. As you kissed Chris you allowed your hands to roam over Henry and Jason’s torso. You lifted Jason’s loose hanging t-shirt and raked your nails across his rippling abs. A breathy moan escaped you which turned deep when you felt a mouth wrap around one of your nipples. The unexpected touch sent your ass poking out onto Chadwick giving you the perfect idea of how anxious he was. Within seconds a second pair of lips wrapped around your other nipple.

 One mouth sucked slowly, teasingly, while the other ravaged your breast quickly flicking their tounge across your hardened nipple. The sensations were so different it made you dizzy trying to keep up with it. Chadwick bit down onto your neck and snaked his hand around your stomach and into your panties to swirl his finger around your aching bud.

 Tearing your mouth from Chris the only thing to escape you was, “Fuck!” Seamlessly and on queue Jason bit onto your bottom lip allowing Chris to take over at your breast. Chris’ technique was different from Jason’s and more in sync with Henry. Where Henry savored your nipple in his mouth with soft nibbles and licks, Chris applied an intense amount of suction. Again, you moaned, but Jason’s mouth took it.

 Chadwick sped his finger on your clit, and you pulled your mouth from Jason to rest back on Chadwick’s shoulder. With your mouth free you were able to shriek out from the pleasure he was causing you. Chadwick pulled his hand from your aching bud and just when you were about to protest another hand crept to it and took over. Their movements were slower more torturous. You almost groaned out from frustration but just as you were about to you felt a finger slip between your folds and into your heat.

 “Oh my god, yes!” The finger retreated only to sink into again and again. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. As if you spoke the words instead of thinking them another finger joined the first filling you even more just as the finger on your clit sped up.

 “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes.” You were close and they all seemed to know it because the mouths on your breasts sped and concentrated on your nipple giving you maximum sensation. The finger on your clit gave you a gentle pinch and your knees buckled but you were held steady by the loves of your life.

 “Look at me, Y/N.” Your eyes fluttered open and gazed into Jason’s which only intensified the pleasure you felt sending you over the edge and that is how your first orgasm happened, in a secure and loving circle of love and support.

 “God you’re so beautiful when you come Y/N,” Jason whispered. You were tied of foreplay now, you wanted more. You bit your bottom lip as Chadwick’s finger came to your lips.

 “Clean them off.” Eagerly you sucked his fingers clean of your juices all the while never looking away from Jason. You swirled your tongue around Chadwick’s fingers and moaned. You could see he was holding on by a thread.

 “Mmmm, I taste good.” Chris and Henry stood and once again you were in the middle with each of them looking at you as if you were the prey. It was fine by you. Slowly you dropped to your knees and looked up to all of them. You had their undivided attention.

 “Who can get undressed first?”

 Slowly they began removing their clothes piece by piece, none of them looked to be in a hurry. They were teasing you, dragging this out as long as they could. It was then you decided to make them regret it and their trick on you. henry was the first to be fully undressed. You turned to him and marveled at his impressively thick length bobbing before you.

 Slowly, you reach your hands for it you could tell he was holding his breath; it was evident by the tight clench of his jaw. Deciding to tease him, you pause before you touch it. The hesitation makes him groan. When you finally touch him, Henry lets out a guttural growl. The sound of it makes you bite your bottom lip. You begin pumping your hands along his need he drops his head back with his eyes shut. After a few stokes, you give in to your desire and lower your mouth onto his length fully nestling his cock in the tight tunnel of your throat.

 “Oh bollocks, love!” He jerks his hips forward just a bit sending his length a few centimeters deeper into your throat. You moan and slowly begin pleasing him. Henry’s moans become louder with every move you make.

 From the corner of your eye you could see Chadwick slowly stoking his need. Pulling your lips from Henry’s cock a loud “pop” fills the room accompanied by Henry’s loud grunt. Sliding to stoop before Chadwick you waste no time filling your mouth with him. Chadwick sucks in a breath and moans. Gazing up at him you locked eyes and continued using a few of the tricks in your book to have him buck his hips forward. Just when you knew he was craving more you pulled your mouth free and moved to Jason who was not standing next to Chadwick.

 “Mmm.” You ran your tongue on the underside of Jason’s dick before pulling back to spit into your palms. when you lowered your lips onto Jason’s swollen need you wrapped your hands around Henry’s and Chris’ cock and expertly stroked them. looking at Chadwick you continued teasing Jason. Chadwick then wrapped his own hand around his desire and stroked it for you.

 The only sounds in the bedroom were the sounds of four grown men moaning and whimpering, all at your mercy, all filled with desire and need for you. You’d never felt more powerful. You sped your lips and hands and added a flicks of your wrist and tongue.

 “Fuck Y/N. your mouth feels so fucking good.” You moaned your response and buried him deeper into your throat. That was when he gripped your head and began rocking his hips gently feeding you damn near every inch of his dick. Every thrust forward you moaned making you squeeze the two cocks in your hands.

 When you pulled back from him you did it with a slurp that had him shivering. Luckily you went back to Chadwick and nestled him deep in your throat suppressing your gag reflex. The action took him by surprise, and he groaned loudly. When you pulled back you lowered your mouth onto Chris’ waiting appendage. At the first touch of your mouth Chris hissed.

 “Oh god yes Y/N.”

 You wasted no time on foreplay, you could see the fire burning behind his eyes and felt how much he needed. It rivaled how much you needed. You were now impatient to feel them inside of you. you opened up your throat and sank him balls deep.

 “Fuck!” Chris bucked his hips surprising you and making you gag. You pulled back and a glob of spit fell from your mouth onto your chest.

 “Mmm.”

 You went back down the line giving each of them the attention they deserved, it was a big job but someone had to do it and you did it happily. You licked, sucked, slurped and deep throated each of them loving every minute they moaned, gasped, whimpered and shook. Before long they were each at your mercy and so close to the brink.

 You pulled back from Chadwick and gasped for air and wiped the corner of your mouth and chin. They were each stroking themselves gazing down at you on your knees covered in slobber.

 “Mmm, you taste good.”

 Henry held out his hand for you helping you to your feet and pulling you to him so he could passionately kiss you. you quickly got lost in the kiss a heavy “thwack” on your ass brought you back to reality. Behind you Jason bit his bottom lip and you knew just what to do. Walking to your family king size bed you sat down and watched each of them crawl onto the bed at different angles. Henry was to your right, Chris moved behind you, Chadwick was on your left and Jason right before you looking like the big bad wolf right before he said, “all the better to eat you with.”

 Your eyes slowly trailed over Jason’s body drinking in every muscular curve and tempting bulge. When your eyes landed on your prize for the night your teeth sank into your bottom lip. like a wolf stalking his prey Jason crept closer forcing you to slide back onto the bed. Your head dropped back onto the mattress and smiled seeing Chadwick’s dick bobbing over your head. Flexing it he made it bop you on the forehead. A wide grin spread across his face at that point.

 “Cute.”

 “I thought so,” he responded. Before you could get another word in you felt Jason’s lips latch onto your sex. You gasped loudly while arching your head back. Chadwick took the opportunity to stuff his dick right in your mouth muffling the moans that followed.

 Jason eagerly lapped between your legs going back and forth between fast flicks of his tongue and slow deliberate sucks on your sensitive pearl. You felt your hand being lifted and then placed on a cock. From the girth you knew it was Henry’s. another moan escaped you when Chadwick slipped another inch down your throat. Your grip tightened around Henry’s need as you stroked him. when you felt Chris’ length in your free hand you moved your hand in sync with the other and tried to synchronize your hands with your mouth keeping the same rhythm and pace.

 Jason switched his pace throwing your pace out of whack and making you lose your concentration and focus not to choke on Chadwick’s dick. Sensing that you were out of sync Chadwick pulled himself from your mouth in time for you to chough. Jason’s mouth stopped.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Don’t stop!” directing his back between your legs you rocked across his mouth using his face as your personal vibrator. Your moans got louder and louder. Soon you were arched onto your elbows holding his head by his long locks with one hand bucking your hips against his mouth. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. The rest of them watched you enjoying the show.

 Beginning as a bright hot burning sensation in the pit of your stomach it unfurled to a rapidly spreading fire that engulfed your entire being sending spark after spark of electricity coursing through your legs and spasm after spasm of intense pleasure ripping through you.

 “Fuuuuuuck!” You screeched out while you shivered. Jason kept his lips firmly pressed to your soaking pussy giving you the most intense orgasm aftershocks you’d had in a long time. You clamped your thighs shut onto his head but he was not having it. he easily pried them apart and sucked forcefully on your clit sending your body into overdrive once again.

 “Oh my god. Fuck me!”

 “Who?” You looked at Chris pondering his question. You slowly looked at all of them and smirked mischievously.

 “All of you.”

 “I highly doubt you can take all of us tonight sweetheart,” Henry deduced. Your smile spread wider.

 “Are you sure about that? I did say you all owed me big time.”

 Each of them looked at each other speechless and shocked at what you were implying. Feeling impatient you didn’t wait for them to decide; instead you rose up and rotated poking your ass out to Chadwick and lowering your mouth onto Jason’s engorged heat. Jason’s reaction was instant, his hands clamped onto your head and he set the pace he wished you to go, and it wasn’t slow. You wiggled your ass for Chadwick again then pulled your mouth from Jason to look back to him.

 “I wanna feel you inside of me baby. Fuck me.” He smiled and rubbed his dick across your slit making you bit your bottom lip in anticipation.

 “You want this dick?”

 “Yes baby, I want that dick. Please.” In one smooth thrust he joined your bodies for the first time in a month. Jason turned your head in the same breath and pushed his dick back into your mouth.

 The pace Chadwick set was not a slow one. The way he filled you to the hilt sent you over the edge and you instantly came again. It was a tight fit, a fit you’d missed dearly. Every time he thrust into you the motion sent your mouth even further down Jason’s cock. It was like a seesaw, cause and effect and after a few minutes Jason was lost in his pleasure. Chadwick pulled from you with a loud grunt.

 After a few seconds, you felt the stretch of Henry sliding into you. You moaned again and savored the delicious stretch of your body trying to accommodate him. you knew you were out of practice and that it had been far too long. This was not the first night like this, the five of you had been in a relationship for five years now and have had many, many nights just like this one. Tonight though, it felt as if this was the first time. Henry’s grunts got louder and his thrusts sloppier before he sank into you to the hilt. You flung your head back and groaned.

 “Shit!” henry grabbed onto your shoulder and quickened his thrusts. In a matter of seconds another orgasm ripped through you making your head drop to the mattress which sent your ass even higher in the air.

 “Jesus Christ, Chris muttered. Henry pulled from you and made room for Chris to slowly push into you. this was his favorite position. He loved to watch the waves of your ass every time he slammed into you. With the first rough snap of his hips you gasped, on the second you groaned and by the third you shouted. 

“Mmm, Y/N.”

 You lifted your head in time to see two beautiful cocks in front of you. You swirled your tongue around one a few times and switched to the other. The way your body shook made it a little difficult to manage any well executed movements so you did the best you could. Your best was enough for them because their moans never stopped. After a few more thrusts you were unable to do anything but hold onto the sheets and incoherently blabber like a fool overdosed on pleasure.

 You didn’t even realize Chris had now moved to being underneath you until you felt one of them behind you. Looking back you locked eyes with Jason and knew what he intended. He paused and waited for your permission or refusal. Biting your bottom lip you nodded just as Chris rose up to give you a g-spot rattling thrust which had you squirting all over him.

 “Mmmm, wait, wait, wait.”

 Your body shook while everyone stopped moving giving you a small breather to catch your breath. After almost a full minute you looked back to Jason eyes lazy but full of desire. Chris pulled out from your heat and allowed Jason to slip inside for one, then two, and a third thrust before he slowly circled your second entrance. After a few moments of preparing you he slowly slipped the tip of his intrusion in sending a shiver across your skin. Slowly he fed you inch after inch until you couldn’t hold up your own body weight and you laid across Chris’ chest.

 You couldn’t process all the intense sensations you were feeling and it was just Jason slowly thrusting into you. his grunts got louder and louder. When you felt his hands grip your hips and squeeze you knew you were in for a pounding. Jason picked up his speed and it was then Chris continued rising into you. unable to move you just laid there letting the two men have their way with you, allowing them to bring you to the brink of pleasure. Your moans tumbled from you one after the other.

 A wave of intense pleasure washed over you and you sat up and rocked against the two of them and took Henry into your mouth and stroked Chadwick. Your entire bedroom was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping together, different volumes of moans and groans and the scent of sex, candles and roses. Chadwick grunted loudly and you knew he was about to come. As soon as you had the thought you felt spurt after spurt of his hot come coat the back of your throat.

 Moaning on him you swallowed every drop and tried to milk more. When he whimpered he fell back onto the bed plopping from your mouth. It was then you turned your attention to Henry wrapping your lips around him. You lifted your hand to his balls and slowly massaged him, the new sensation had Henry gripping your head and sinking deep into your mouth to release himself filling your mouth. Again, you didn’t waste any of it.

 With Henry and Chadwick down for the count you felt both Chris and Jason hold your body still as they both chased their own release. You shouted when their thrusts matched up with depth and speed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and after a few thrusts you were gone, clenching around them dragging them down the rabbit hole of pleasure with you. they both shouted into the quiet room as they tried to bury themselves deeper and deeper.

 Soon you oprned your eyes to see the four of them above you.

 “Welcome back.”

 “Welcome--,” you began to find your throat dry, and your voice hoarse.

 “Have I told you how glad I am that this house is so far from any others? I think if there were neighbors we’d have several noise complaints by now,” Jason teased.

 “What—what happened?”

 “You passed out, love,” Henry filled in. your jaw dropped as you look from each of them. they all nodded answering the question in your eyes.

 “I told you that you couldn’t handle all of us tonight. It’s been too long,” Chris explained. In hindsight he was right, but you’d never let him know that.

 “I was going to take all the dick, or I’d die trying.” They all laughed loud. They knew by now you weren’t kidding.

 “Happy Valentine’s day baby,” Jason muttered. You smiled warmly at him and then at all of them.

 “I love you guys so much.” You intentionally locked eyes with all of them to emphasis just how much hoping they understood.

 “Go to sleep, you’re gonna need your energy,” Chadwick advised. you smiled.

 “Oh will I now?”

 “Yes, tomorrow we leave for four days in perfect seclusion in Napa and we have a month to make up for,” Henry informed.

 Your jaw dropped you didn’t know if you should feel excitement, anxiousness or fear.

 “Don’t worry, you’ll have something to fill that pretty mouth of yours soon enough,” Jason teased kissing you before he laid down. They all mirrored the same movements which had you a little confused.

 “Wait, you all have four days to go to Napa?”

 “Uh-huh, you said we owed you big right. We have four days to repay you,” Chris finished.

 You laid back down staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. Slowly you smiled, it was excitement you felt. In your head you repeated your words from before. Take all the dick or die trying.

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Femsasusaku request. How about one where it's sasuke's birthday and as a extra present sasuke's girlfriend (aka sakura) gives sasuke a sexy strip tease lap dance? If you want to.

Thanks for a great prompt! I decided to make it a Valentine’s fic, then thought “what the heck” and ended it with a lemon. Sorry it’s a day late, editing took forever. I hope you like it! :)

Length: 2k

Warning: PWP

Available on FFN

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In Her Lap

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Sakura really didn’t expect anything special from Sasuke for the Valentine’s. Her girlfriend had scorned that day since their Academy years. When Sakura had asked her for a reason, Sasuke had told her that she found the notion of setting one arbitrary date to celebrate romantic love utterly ridiculous. Sakura suspected the animosity might have stemmed more from Sasuke’s deep dislike of sweets. The tradition of gifting home-made chocolate to men she had no interest in also didn’t help.

Sakura was blindsided when the same Valentine-hating Sasuke not only gifted her chocolate, but also surprised her with a romantic candle-lit dinner in their house. Sakura bought her flowers, red roses to symbolize her passionate love, but she felt that wasn’t quite enough to repay her for all that effort.

“Sasuke, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked as they cuddled together on the couch, sipping from wineglasses as a romantic comedy played on the big screen of their TV. “To repay you for this wonderful evening?”

Sasuke sighed. “You don’t need to repay me. Just… be yourself. That’s all you need to do,” she said with a fond look.

Sakura couldn’t help herself, she kissed those gently smiling lips and for several pleasurable minutes they made out on the couch. “How was that?” she asked, leaning over her thoroughly kissed girlfriend. “Enough like myself?”

Sasuke licked her ravished lips and nodded.

A familiar beat came from the TV and Sakura glanced over. A girl in the movie was gyrating her hips on top of her boyfriend, but still fully clothed, no doubt for some hilarious purposes given that it was a comedy. A lightbulb switched on in Sakura’s head and she grinned. Maybe this was the wine in her talking, but she’d just had a brilliant idea.

“Sit up,” she told Sasuke as she hopped off the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Sasuke did as bidden, then gave her a raised brow as if asking ‘okay, what’s next?’

Sakura started dancing to the beat of music on TV, then slowly unzipped her red shirt as she bent down to her girlfriend, giving her a generous view down her cleavage before kneeling over her lap.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked, amused but interested.

“I’m giving you a lap dance,” Sakura whispered seductively into her ear as she moved her body in rhythm to the music, undulating her hips up and down in a wave-like motion.

Sasuke still had an uncertain look in her dark eyes, along with a very appreciative gleam, but she had too much pride to voice her question. That was alright, Sakura intended to show her the meaning of a lap dance anyway, not talk about it.

The pink-haired woman bent backwards and shrugged off the shirt off her shoulders without stopping the movement of her hips. Next, she ran one hand from the waistband of her skirt up the middle of her body, circling her navel on the way up, then between her mounds and ending at her throat. The gesture brought attention to how muscles in her abdomen rippled and shifted under her porcelain skin while she danced. Sakura gave Sasuke a coy smirk and moved her hands over her lacy red bra, as if feeling herself up, before reaching back and unclasping it.

Sasuke’s mouth turned dry. She stared in rapture as Sakura took off her bra and dropped it on the floor. Her perky tits jiggled from the rocking of her pelvis, light pink nipples standing up in the cooler air of the room. She cupped her breasts briefly, rubbing her own nubs with a soft moan. Sasuke’s hands flew to her hips, but Sakura grabbed them and put them back on the couch.

“No touching, this is a lap dance,” she reprimanded teasingly, knowing full well that her naked chest brushed against Sasuke’s face when she leaned closer.

Sasuke bit her lip and nodded in acceptance of the new rule. Sakura smiled and gave her a lightning-fast peck on the lips before drawing back.

She started singing along with the song, naughty lyrics getting her even more into the mood. To spice things up, Sakura stood again and turned around, still dancing. Then she shimmied her skirt down her hips and legs, exposing the red lacy panties and pantyhose from the matching set. She gave Sasuke a provocative look over her shoulder, then slapped her own butt, making the juicy soft flesh jiggle. Still shaking her hips to the beat, she backed into the couch, bending forward with hands on knees as she twerked her peach-like behind over Sasuke’s lap until the music cut off and the film moved on to the next scene.

Sakura’s dance came to a halt and she craned her neck to look back at Sasuke. She felt powerful in her own skin, sure of her sexuality and prowess. It was a heady feeling, better than any aphrodisiac known to her. Her green eyes were darker, pupils blown up with arousal as she met her girlfriend’s sizzling gaze. It gave her even more of a kick that she was capable of putting such a lustful look on this reserved, regal woman. A strong current of desire charged the space between them. “How was it? Did you like my lap dance?” Sakura asked breathlessly.

Instead of answering, Sasuke snaked her hands around Sakura’s middle and pulled her down to sit in her lap. “You know I did,” she said in a raspy, low tone as she nosed over the side of Sakura’s delicate neck. “Though it was a bit… unsatisfying,” she added, blowing at the earlobe, then nipped it lightly.

Sakura squeaked as Sasuke’s hands went up and took possession of her breasts. She arched her body into the warm touch. “Ah… but the satisfaction is supposed to come after the lap dance,” she remarked smartly. Then Sasuke kissed her neck and rubbed her sharp peaks skillfully and she lost the ability to think.

“Sa-Sasukeee…” she moaned, gripping her lovers’ thighs. “Ahh…” she sighed.

One slim hand slid down over her taut abdomen and slipped between her legs. Sakura opened them wider, eager for the touch. Sasuke’s hot breath hitched. “You’re this wet already?” she asked with amusement colouring her voice on par with deep arousal as she idly stroked the silky petals with sweeping motions.

“Please…” Sakura whispered raggedly, thrusting her hips into the caress, begging for more.

Sasuke pushed a single long digit inside her and it went in with a sucking sound. Sakura’s inner walls clenched on it and she gave a keening moan.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed and pulled her hand away. Sakura whined and bucked in disappointment, but then Sasuke had her turn around in her lap and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss. Sakura returned it with fervor, their lips and tongues tangling together in an intimate dance. As they deepened their kiss, she raised one knee and eased it between Sasuke’s legs to very deliberately start rubbing on her heated crotch through the black pants.

Sasuke drew back with a husky moan and Sakura went on attack without hesitation, necking her passionately while she unbuttoned the purple blouse. She kept grinding on Sasuke’s slit through the clothes as she found her pulse point and sucked onto it with relish, at the same time pushing down the sexy black bra and plucking at the small brown nipples.

“Ngh… Saku-Sakura…” Sasuke moaned, spurring on her pink-haired lover.

Sakura kissed over Sasuke’s cleavage and breast, then closed her mouth around a hard nub. Her girlfriend arched her back with a moan, offering up her chest for ravishment and Sakura took it up, licking, nipping and sucking the creamy flesh. The material of Sasuke’s pants was getting in the way, so she deftly opened the button and slipped her hand inside. She brushed past the trimmed little patch of hair and went straight for her prize. Sasuke gasped and bucked her hips wildly, reaching the crest of pleasure as her lover mercilessly stroked her hidden pearl.

“Ahh… Saku-… Sakura!” Sasuke cried out and with a quiver came all over Sakura’s fingers.

The intense release made her feel all relaxed and fuzzy and she looked at Sakura with hooded, sated eyes. The woman slowly pulled her hand out and kissed Sasuke on the cheek. “Good, love?” she asked to make sure.

Sasuke nodded lazily, but then her eyes narrowed when she realized Sakura had gotten her completely sidetracked from her original intentions. She growled low in her throat and pulled her lover up by her shoulders. “Get over there, I have to taste you,” she ordered.

Sakura blushed, but she couldn’t deny the flood of juices soaking into her panties at her girlfriend’s command. She scrambled up on her feet and Sasuke wasted no time to slide the lacy underwear off her smooth, stocking-clad legs. Sakura put one knee on the back of the couch, leaving herself open and vulnerable for her lover’s viewing pleasure. Sasuke eyed her blooming flower hungrily, then spread the dripping folds with her fingers and delicately dove in.

The sensation of the first wet lick of the tongue over her slit had Sakura crying out in surprise. Her hips rocked forward, seeking more contact with her lover’s mouth, and she ground her needy pussy all over her face. Sasuke grabbed her girlfriend’s butt to keep her still as she ate her out, thrusting a tongue inside. She explored every nook and cranny of the slippery depths, savouring Sakura’s intimate taste as she licked off all of the flowing honey.

Sakura gave a high-pitched moan when Sasuke’s soft lips encircled her throbbing clit and gently sucked it into a warm mouth. Her legs trembled under her and she panted, the scorching pressure in her groin becoming unbearable.

“Sasuke, I’m-ah!… ah, close… Please, don’t… stop,” she whimpered between hoarse moans.

Knowing this, her lover doubled her efforts, laving and lapping on Sakura’s sensitive, swollen nub with her tongue as she delved a long finger into the greedy little hole that clamped down on it snugly. Sakura braced herself on the couch and screwed her eyes shut, the pleasure in her core reaching the boiling point before it erupted.

Sakura’s body lurched and she came with a strangled cry as she saw stars beneath her closed eyelids. The volcanic release rolled through her like a deep, rumbling earthquake and filled her veins with liquid magma. In the throes of her passion, a stream of love juices gushed out of her on Sasuke’s face.

Sakura’s supporting leg buckled under her and, lightheaded from pleasure, she slumped over before Sasuke helped her sit back down on her lap. With a content sigh, Sakura relaxed in her girlfriend’s steady embrace, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

When she regained her breath, she gave her lover a tender look.

“What is it?” Sasuke asked.

“I love you,” Sakura declared simply but with much feeling.

Sasuke blushed furiously. How funny that she was able to eat her out without a shred of shame but talking about their love embarrassed her like nothing else. “You don’t have to say it again,” she said with a grunt.

“I’ll say it as many times as I want and every time I would be even more in love with you,” Sakura replied resolutely.

Sasuke hugged her tighter, hiding her face against the pink hair. “Annoying,” she murmured.

“Do you like Valentine’s now?” Sakura asked with a mischievous smile when they parted.

Sasuke brow furrowed before she got the reference. “No. It’s still a ridiculous, arbitrary holiday.”

“But we had fun, didn’t we?” Sakura asked.

Sasuke smiled and nuzzled her. “Yeah,” she said softly into her ear.

The two lovers stayed like that for a while, reveling in their closeness, before gathering their clothes and relocating to the bedroom. This Valentine’s Day became one of their most treasured memories.

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atwq book four thoughts

guess who somehow got a lot of free time yesterday and made the bold decision to finish reading the last atwq book? me!

guees who feels like they jinxed qwerty’s fate from the previous book of being arrested, but alive, even though i bet daniel handler planned it from the start? still me!

guess who is rather upset netflix accidentally gave a clue/spoiler on the identity of hangfire?

also me.

okay, so first off, to get something out of the way. i love this book. i really do. it had me on suspense every chapter.

theodora figured out qwerty was in vfd (...when did she figure out? not long after sharon reveal herself as a fake vfd member? or during the period she and lemony weren’t speaking to each other?), and god she really was willing to take the blame on being qwerty’s killer. did she think maybe she once again screw up, but this time there was no going back because the screw up got someone killed? after all she seem to selfishly went to break qwerty out for a good evaluation. maybe she thought if things went different, he would still be alive. and given the schism happened, vfd while not divided yet, this is like a sign on how another librarian’s death in the long, long future, will be blame on an innocent party and things go to hell again in the pursuit of justice and truth.

also, ghede and gifford also knew of the coup as well? or at least knew the sbg was doing something and they’re like let them do this shit and we can watch it’s gonna benefit us in the long run’. also, holy shit olaf name drop take two with beatrice herself! i didn’t think while knowing each other young mean they actually hanged out with one another to think they’re possibility friends. this puts the opera night even worse. beatrice must have knew olaf’s parents. with my headcanon of olaf parents being caring parents to olaf and used their connections to get their son back earlier than others, this is just awful.

getting back on track from the mess that is vfd there’s a murder on a train (agatha christie ahoy!). i admit several weeks ago i made the decision to watch snowpiercer and train to busan so i couldn’t really take the murder on the orient express shout out clearly and kept on thinking of the wild willy wonka and the chocolate factory/snow piercer theory. and zombies in south korea. 

all the damn sbts kids just thought it great to share the one brain cell to be on the same train (pip and squeak just follow in their taxi; cleo and jake had to travel through time in the dilemma to catch up with them). ornette got her time to shine with her artistic/sculpting skills and there’s some light on the subject of the lost family (of course it’s a fire that took ornette’s mom life. fires seems to be a way to kill a lot of parents). i was right to call her gung-ho working with lemony, she just agreed to make fake bb statues for moxie and kellar and was like ‘oh shit the two are sharing a brain cell. hangfire could figure something is up what have i done’ and had to make something else to give to lemony. i uh..wonder if seth has a reason to draw her baseball cap all...fuzzy. just a weird question.

kellar’s sister lizzie shows up. i’m going to be honest. she has the bad luck of appearing last and under two disguises that went over my head (she sure fooled me!). i do have some thoughts that surround her and the haines family, but that needs me to re-read the last two books to make sure i’m not imagining something . will say lizzie is much younger and shorter than i thought given her first illustration. i hope maybe a re-read will make me get some new insight on her. also, hi sally murphy. i’m glad lizzie got out with maybe your help (i mean, why else would she want to high tail it out of there).

the identity of qwerty’s killer was something i should have seen coming due to how the mitchum parents are more subdue. i want to slap stew’s parents. they spend all their time bickering they only got their shit together to see how their ‘precious’ son is really a bully and killer and working with the villian under their damn noses. i almost feel sorry for them because shit stew more or less blackmail his parents into covering the crime but at the same time...this call could have been avoid if you pay attention to how your son isn’t the angel you think he is..and you two are still fighting with one another please get your priorities straight i beg you. i admit i almost want to slap stew but i don’t slap kids, and i think if i exist in the snicket world i would get murder first by him.

qwerty’s death and the fact he’s a vfd member just hurt me so bad and i’m still kind of grieving over him. for one, i felt like i should have seen qwerty being part of vfd coming. he’s a sub-librarian. while not a sub-sub-librarian, the fact is qwerty is such so damn helpful to lemony i should have seen he was just doing his best to help lemony because theodora wasn’t honestly...wasn’t doing a good job at a chaperone. but he couldn’t blow away his cover because he wasn’t supposed to interfere in the apprenticeship and honestly he was just happy to be a sub-librarian helping children find what they would love reading.

but qwerty isn’t the only death in this book. i got to copy-paste something from an old atwq post in feburary 8, something i made as a joke, because oh boy, this part is the one negative i have honestly.

he tried to pretend to be her father! i know his voice mimicry is basically akin to juni cortez’s mimicry, but this is just cruel had ellington been there.

about a week later, i made the decision to rewatch netflix asoue. now, the first time i watch season two [edit lmao i actually don’t remember if it was season two i think i hated season two so much i could have blur two and three together i got to rewatch the show again definitely. edit two: okay, i’m certain it was season two i’m 98% certain it was was a pause and read easter egg that’s why i couldn’t remember what season exactly damn easter eggs] i honestly was like ‘so they gave nero a last name. coolio. feint isn’t a surname i was expecting but this is the netflix show this probably isn’t canon to the books’.

on the rewatch, after the austere academy part two ended, i realized something is...off, with nero now. he’s mocking people. and his voice, while not mimicking them, is like...it’s like nero could have inherit mimicry from someone but it never went through. or maybe he did got it but it’s not at its full potential without the proper teaching of someone with the skill...like a father, perhaps?

so the kronk meme is playing in my mind, but it’s the edit of him saying ‘oh no, it’s all coming together’. and given patrick warburton also voice kronk, it felt more like lemony snicket decided to materialize right behind me, be an asshole, and thought it funny to do a commentary on my possible realization hangfire, in the netflix show at least, couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and bore a bastard son in an adulterous affair and ellington has a half brother in the world she doesn’t know about and i hope she never learns about.

(given barrymore feint is just a cameo of barry sonnenfeld, i guess the bullshit gene i talked about in another post regarding a theory who netflix!h is should be renamed the feint gene.)

so reading the third book, and especially this book, i kept a close eye on any mentions to ellington’s dad and hangfire’s behavior. i kept on saying in my mind ‘please don’t be who i think you are’. and bam. armstrong feint is hangfire. i feel like if netflix didn’t have the need to make an atwq reference in nero’s surname, and if i was smart enough to have the book clues smack me in the face (i feel there are clues somewhere, and hangfire dropped all pretenses and just being ‘himself’ in book two was one), i wouldn’t be so angry and upset by this reveal. i more or less got spoil and put the pieces together due to an adaptation, and i should have known better than to do a re-watch while reading atwq. i should have consider the possibility of easter eggs to atwq.

anyway, lemony snicket thought it great to kill hangfire by feeding him to a copy bombinating beast (the tadpoles!!). with ellington right freaking there. with most of his sbts friends there to witness. moxie can’t even look lemony in the eye anymore (no more best friends anymore). everything happened just like that and after finishing the book and taking a walk around the living room, i have to say hangfire is a good villain. he achieved his goal of getting the bombinating beast, even if it’s a copy. he’s a very competent villain who succeed in almost every book in some way or form. he played everyone like a puppet and was a threat that is more akin to tmwabbnh and twwhbnb’s level of villainy. kudos to you hangfire i’m impressed. 

hangfire totally got it coming too. however, i do feel...hurt in his death, if only for ellington’s sake. during the walk because i realize ellington reminded me of a character from a different fandom i’m in. there’s some differences that i won’t get into (it’s...complicated for the other fandom), but they’re cut from almost the same cloth: teenage girls with shitty fathers who are using them for their own selfish goals. thoughts for ellington and her future formed faster for me than for the other atwq kids as a result:

post-canon!ellington (a few days later when she finally gets her stuff figure out), has a simple list. 1: avoiding anyone with a vfd tattoo or give shady lemon vibes -ellington split asap after she and kit broke out and have 100% certainly no one is after them, but not before stealing some things from kit, one being notes of vfd volunteers (she thinks). 2: find a new place to live. 3: figure out a new name that isn’t an anagram, because the inhumane society once they heard the news, is probably going to try to get her if they get wind she is hangfire’s daughter and possible ‘successor’. ellington wants nothing to do with the bombinating beast. she never wants to see the statue or anything similar, or hear the words again.

adult!ellington (under a fake name of course), while accepting all that happened, hasn’t forgive lemony snicket. yes, her dad was a villain. yes, she finally understand her dad isn’t the kind naturalist and man, and used her for the biggest ‘what’ event of her life that is also a very selfish goal. many times in the past though, ellington wonders if she missed any signs of her dad’s descend to who he eventually became, or if he hid it very well to where he was wearing two masks all this time, one hiding his true nature. ellington even wonders at one point, dad was going convince her to willingly work with him without the fake kidnapping and had to change his plans to something crueler.

ellington will never know for sure. this is why ellington can’t forgive lemony and will say it to face if they ever meet again. what ellington hates the most out of her father’s death is that she can never tell dad all of her feelings about his wrong doings. she can ask all the questions burning at the back of her mind, or yell her frustrations how terrible a father he is for faking his kidnapping and getting her to do his dirty work, getting her to use her loyalty of family to do things she would never do under normal circumstances. she ask questions and yells at the only photo left of armstrong feint...

and in the end, she knows he’ll never answer, and it hurts to deal with the unknown. adult!ellington doesn’t do the yelling and questioning to the photo as much. partly because she did ‘settle’ on what might be an possible answer, but mostly because the photo is pretty faded to where it’s less ‘armstrong feint’ and more ‘hangfire’. once in awhile though, she slips up like old times.

adult!ellington with her new life (she travels a lot, pays in cash most of the time, and has no set resident; she still love coffee) tends to think of the past, especially when it came to what she had with lemony snicket. did lemony like her? was she just a question in need of solving? ellington admits to possibly liking him, but it was so long ago maybe she just thinks she liked him to have a ‘positive’ memory of the boy she haven’t seen in years that she kind of wants to see again, if only to yell at him for robbing her of something important. his name lands on her radar a lot, twice from the daily punctilio. the first one was learning of lemony snicket’s crimes, and it was an accident.

the second time, she learn of his death, though she read the daily punctilio on purpose in hopes of a name drop. adult!ellington ended up finding some children’s book, and made the mistake of going to the back of it and find a photo of lemony snicket. not really though. lemony is hiding his face (ellington hates it) and she buys it to know what it’s about. it spiral to where she bought the next two books because she wants to know if the baudelaires orphans are real (and because lemony doesn’t seem the same anymore from his writings). ellington settles on real when she pulls out kit snicket’s notes she stolen and cross references names, and even travels to the locations to them to make sure. after the third book publication, the series goes on ‘hiatus’ due to the daily punctilio and their announcement. ellington doubts he’s dead, but couldn’t help attend the funeral. ellington is certain lemony snicket is alive, because she convinced she saw him at his own funeral.

#atwq #all the wrong questions #why is this night different from all other nights #ellington feint #hangfire #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #netflix asoue #asoue netflix #lemony snicket #spoilers #this is a text post

[quietlysatan]

A Land Not Mine - theprosefool, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: Explicit

Favorite Quote(s): I just, love this part so much???

Kaidan didn’t take his hand, but he smiled a relieved, worn sort of smile that added a crinkle to his eyes. “I’m glad to hear that, Shepard. I was....” He trailed off, cleared his throat.

“What?”

“I was worried you might feel like you... owe them. For bringing you back.” He looked down as he said it but his voice was firm.

"No," Shepard said easily. "I'm glad to be alive, I am--especially right now--but I didn't ask for this. Any of this. I don't owe them a damn thing."

This is how adults work children, they figure out “Oh, this person won’t back down on this subject that I also won’t back down on” and figure out a compromise or they move on until a later date. Some of y’all don’t know this and it shows.

And that was that. Shepard could tell he hadn’t entirely won Kaidan over to the idea of working with Cerberus, but Kaidan didn’t seem to have anything else to argue with. Neither of them was going to get what they wanted, so they put it away and moved on, finding no lack for conversation.

Gods how this must feel, the energy this must carry for two people to experience

Kaidan moaned against his mouth and thrust upward just a bit, but then he put his hands on Shepard’s hips to steady them both and tilted his head back to sever the kiss and look at him, eyes following the lines of scars once again. No words, just a look, his brow furrowed and his mouth a tight line despite the flush of arousal coloring his cheeks. He released his hold on one hip to touch the glow at his jaw with trembling fingers, and Shepard couldn't bare that look, not directed at him, so he closed his eyes and focussed on his touch instead. Kaidan traced that scar before moving on to another, and the trembling didn’t stop so Shepard made to distract them both, pressing forward and capturing Kaidan's lips again.

It’s almost painful in the best way possible

And that was another lie, really; as desperate as he was to stay at Kaidan’s side, he was headed back in the morning, back to his ship and his fight and his responsibilities. But it was the truth, too, somehow. Some part of him--every part of him that wasn’t Commander Shepard, Spectre, the parts that were just John, those parts would stay with Kaidan.

Smiles during sex are always a win, always, smiling and laughing is just, the best part of being With somebody else. 

Kaidan must have felt his smile because now Shepard could feel his, and it left him light-headed and more than a little hard.

To know someone loves you as much as you love them, must truly be the greatest treasure in all the worlds

And maybe Kaidan wanted it just as bad as he did, for as long as he had. It felt like it, the way he touched him, greedy hands rolling hard over the muscles in Shepard’s back from the hem of his pants to the nape of his neck, the way he kept their bodies pressed close, never allowing Shepard more than an inch of distance. Not that he wanted even that. 

CONSENT IS SEXY AND IT IS EASY. PERIOD. END OF STORY. NO ARGUMENTS ALOUD. (Except for the BDSM people in the back, cause y’all are better at consent even when it’s r*** play and honestly, it shows.)

He was desperate for more friction, but he wasn’t going to make the next push. He would eagerly receive and return with enthusiasm anything Kaidan offered him, but he would stop the second Kaidan hesitated. Tonight, it was Kaidan’s call.

I wonder if you can sense my gay longing the more I type

But before he could get a taste Kaidan leant down, capturing his mouth, and now all he could see was brown eyes, and that was good too, maybe better, because Kaidan was straddling his hips as they kissed,

Humor during any form of intimacy (fun fact, intimacy is My English Word that I cannot spell even though it’s my first language, we all have one, that, language and farenhehe) is important, and so is hoping for the absolute best (whatever that may be)

“I don’t, uh....” Kaidan lifted his head to look at him, a nervous smile creasing the skin around his eyes in a way that had Shepard’s heart in a clinch. “I don’t have....”

It took him a moment to grasp what Kaidan was talking about, distracted as he was by everything he could see and feel, but when comprehension dawned he had a nervous smile of his own. “M--my bag.”

Kaidan arched an eyebrow, that devilish smirk Shepard had seen so little of, and somehow it worked to calm his nerves--though not as much as the light kiss that followed. “High expectations, huh, John?” he chuckled when he pulled back.

“No. Just hopeful.”

DO YOU FEEL THE FUCKING LOVE RIGHT HERE???? BECAUSE I DO, AND NOW i’M SUFFERING FROM GAY LONGING 2.0

Shepard would never know, because Kaidan opted for taking his mouth rather than finishing the thought, but it was slow and sweet and so Kaidan that maybe Shepard knew exactly what he meant, because kissing like this felt a little like dying and a little like starting anew. 

SAFE SEX IS IMPORTANT AND EASY FFS IT’S 2020

It took him longer than it should have but he found what he was looking for, a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube.

Words & Chapter(s): 30,443 words and 8 chapters

Pairing(s): Kaidan Alenko/Male Shepard (Whose name is John btw)

Summary: After being dead for two years, there’s only one person Shepard wants to see. So he writes a letter.

My summary: If I could tell you what this fic is about I’d say it is about Kaiden Alenko and John Sheppard falling so completely and irreversibly in love that it’s nearly painful to watch, or in this case, I suppose, to read

Score: 13 (I read it twice guys, me) ((Three times cause I lost half of this in an edit))  You have already left kudos here. :)

Warning(s): Shepard, and thus Kaiden, aren’t 100% sure Shep is Shep, which is fair. 

Also, ME2 settings.

Mentions of Shepard dying, or rather, “dying”.

Really good lemon, you can tell when it’s going to start, basically a little after they start full-on making out. Also, I don’t mean really good as in “This got me really hot” but like “This made me Feel Emotions but In A Good Way”

Also, hope you don’t mind mid-coitus interruptions ;)

The collectors still arrive there

And so does the angst but not too much, like, Just the Right amount of angst

Minor OC character that you probably liked death

Mentions of painful injuries not gruesomely described though

Also, mentions of PTSD and Sheppard has a nightmare

Pros: This is actually my second read through, so obviously it’s good. Honestly, even if you don’t like this ship I’d still recommend it just for the story of it all.

I think my favorite part of this fic is that while there’s angst and “how do I know you’re you?” moments, it’s not needlessly dragged out to create a painful heaping pile of woeful angst. It’s a very realistic and accurate both to the characters themselves and real-life response, it’s very organic and every moment between them has this feeling of like, “Of course that happened next what else could you possibly have done there?” realism, like is Shep and Kaiden were actually real live people what else could you expect to happen but what you’re reading, if that makes any sense.

Also, I love how in love with each other they feel, how magnetic they are, how inevitable it seems, ya’know?

I just love this story and its author so freaking much, honestly, it’s just too sweet and calm and honest, even during the angsty moments it still feels good, ya’know?

But seriously, I love how close to the edge they are throughout this whole fic, how close to just, tipping over at the beginning there, it’s so, satisfying to watch and experience, and it’s amazing and filling and fulfilling and just. So. Fucking. Good.

I don’t know man, I just, really love the little ways that theprosefool gets across them being in love, or being close to it, or falling into it, like, the way this is written is just so perfectly good that I don’t even want to skip the lemon scene which is, kinda rare for me normally just for overall various reasons.

Cut from the part of the favorite lines because it grew too long to go there imo 

“Smiles during sex are always a win, always, smiling and laughing is just, the best part of being With somebody else, even if it’s not sex, it’s so nice to have an intimate moment with someone and to see or feel or hear their smile, their laughs, and giggles, and chuckles, and snorts, and to just, feel how in love you are with them and in return how in love they are with you. Because, much like the song (and unlike the story, I promise they don’t break up no worries) even if you break up permanently and forever, it’s important to remember the good if at all possible. It’s important to remember that, even if y’all ain’t now, you were. 

And that means something. “

Gods I’m so glad op didn’t use warmth or heat or something like that, it always jars me from the story, however they do use shaft 

But they also say dick instead of throbbing erection, member, manhood, etc. so it’s okay!

Aesthetic: But in all seriousness, the realism and humanity flowing like a gentle river through your hand in the form of words is just, so fucking refreshing. It’s like drinking lemonade in a Vegas summer, like playing with your friends the first day of fourth-grade recess, like holding hands with your girlfriend, like remembering your first kiss as a preteen, like being hugged by your friend during a panic attack, like laughing so hard you snort AND cry and lose your breath, it feels like looking at him and just, falling, it feels like jumping into the pool and making the biggest splash, like playing in the neighborhood streets, like being a kid, like remembering that homework you swore was the hardest and thinking back and realizing that just wasn't true, but also how proud you were to finish it.

Food Aesthetic: Vanilla ice cream cones during the summer, French hot chocolate during the winter, cheesy fries during fall, and fresh sweet plums during spring all while still holding their hand, and kissing their cheeks and nose and lips, and making a mess and laughing about it. Just, silly food moments that make you fall in love a little bit more.

Word Aesthetic because I can: Longing. (Obviously.)

Song Aesthetic: Wolf Alice - Don't Delete the Kisses (And the video and possibly the whole fucking playlist too) but the ending feels like this one Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket oddly enough and maybe also, the innocent unwavering love of this song, and it’s music video Heartless Bastards - Only For You

Gif Aesthetic: Their relationship feel like this (disclaimer, they’re not girls, sadly... I should look for that👀)

And this

And this too

But also, meanwhile, Sheppard and Kaiden @ Cerberus immediately and without hesitation at all times 25/∞

#kaidan alenko x male shepard #kaiden alenko x shepard #Mass Effect #mass effect fanfiction #mass effect fic #Satan has great taste in: Shlenko #shlenko

[shastelly]

Ocean - March Klance Prompts from MonthlyKlance - Day 19

Yes, it's April, no I don't care :)

This fic brought to you by Seagram's extra dry Gin…enjoy responsibly...the typos took longer than usual to edit out, perhaps drinking and writing aren’t the best combo

  Day 19 - Ocean

  It didn't happen in slow motion.  He didn't get a time-lapsed forever to weigh his options and make his decision.  It was not like the movies at all, but even now as his air and time were running out, he would not have made a different choice.  Even now he knew that split-second decision had been the right one.

  Three Varga ago…

  The plan was solid.  They would infiltrate the Galra cruiser when it was docked at the fueling station on Alien Waterworld.  Lance did not remember the name it had way too many consonants in it to pronounce properly and besides it was totally alien Waterworld, covered nearly entirely in ocean.  The fueling station was a tower that soared up out of the water into the pink sky.  The water was somewhat surprisingly blue, and Lance really appreciated its resemblance to Earth water. 

  Pidge explained that the tower was converted electrochemical energy produced in the alien ocean to fuel.  It was not ecofriendly, and they were slowly killing the planets ecosystem with the three fueling stations towers.  She had suggested that once they completed the mission with the cruiser data retrieval that the castle blast the other two towers as well.

  The towers were manned primarily by droids according to intel and scans.  The team would use Green and her cloak to get into the tower and then sneak aboard the cruiser as it was docked.  Then Lance, Keith, and Hunk would place a series of detonators in key spots around the ship while Pidge and Shiro hacked the mainframe and copied the prisoner records and troop movement information they needed.   When they had the information they needed, they would take a pod and drop down to the ocean where Green waited and Pidge would set off the detonators.  Easy peasy lemon squeezy.  And Shio had rolled his eyes when Lance said it, but it was, it was supposed to be.

  Another brilliant plan ruined by stupidity - Galra stupidity.  One of the detonator's was discovered, one on the starboard engine.  The brilliant detective decided to mess with the bomb and set it off blowing himself and the engine to bits.  Lance is sure that's what happened, because Keith apparently saw the bomb go off as he was trying to stop the idiot from setting it off.

  Now, Lance thinks, maybe being next to the bomb going off wasn't Keith's best plan and that they definitely need to get that boy a long-range weapon of some kind.  At this point Lance thinks a sling and some rocks would be better than nothing.

  "Shit!"

  "Keith, are you okay?"  Shiro yells in the com.

  "Yeah, yeah, mostly."  Keith's breathy voice almost echoes.  "Blast busted my helmet.  The visor is cracked.  Stupid patrol set off the bomb.  I think we're going down."

  "No kidding, did the free fall clue you in?"  Lance snarked as he clung to the wall in the hall he was in, not far from Keith. 

  "Everyone to the pod now, we need to get off of here before we hit the water."  Shiro ordered.

  Keith was the furthest away and had to make a detour around damaged sections of the ship as doors were sealed in attempt to keep the thing in the air.  It wasn't working, but it was causing Keith a lot of issues.  Lance wasn't having much more luck as he wasn't much ahead of Keith.  About two dobashes after the ordered retreat they found themselves in the same hall.

  "Pidge?  Help?"  Lance asked.

  "I'm in the pod with Shiro.  I can pull up a map."  Pidge's typing could be heard over the com.

  "I'm almost there.  I see the pods."  Hunk yelled.

  "Shit, we have three dobashes to waterfall."  Pidge yelled frantic.

  "Go then!"  Keith yelled as he and Lance moved faster, still not sure how to get to where they needed to be.

  "Don't wait for us."  Lance echoed.

  "We can give you one more dobash."  Pidge snarled.

  "Won't make it.  Get Hunk and go."  Lance panted.

  "Hunk's on board."  Shiro stated.

  "Go Shiro!"  Keith yelled.

  "Pidge, launch."  Shiro ordered.

  "No, we can give them…"

  "They aren't going to make it in time.  Keith, Lance - You are too far out to get to the pods.  Find a secure location and brace for impact.  We will give you the count."  Shiro commanded, sounding sure that they would be okay.

  "Fuck."  Pidge cursed as she pressed the button to launch the pod.  "You have 2.5 dobashes."

  "On it."  Keith answered, though his voice was weak.

  Lance could see the blackened marks on the red paladin armor and the shattered visor and cracked helmet revealed bleeding cuts on Keith's face.

  "Here?"  Lance nodded to a small room to the left of the hall.  It looked like a dorm room, complete with desk and bed.

  "Yeah."  Keith agreed.

  The bed seemed to be bolted into the wall.  They both crawled under it and braced themselves.

  "This sucks."  Keith growled.  His breathing seemed shallow and Lance worried that there was more wrong with him than he had told.

  "Yeah, I've heard of hiding under the bed from a monster or a tornado or maybe a fire, but not a shipwreck and the others never work out either."

  "Lance, you're babbling."

  "I'm not babbling, I am pretending not to be freaking out about our imminent deaths by talking about random things to distract myself.  Where you aware that cows have four stomachs?"  Lance knew he was babbling, he didn't care.

  "No."

  "They do, it's so they can digest grass and stuff, which humans can't because of just the one stomach.  I had to have my stomach pumped when I was six and drank an entire bottle of tequila that I found in the kitchen cabinet."

  "Really." 

  Lance wasn't entirely sure that Keith was paying attention, but he did seem to be humoring him, "Yeah, I got a popsicle and a night in the hospital.  Hospitals aren't so bad when the nurses are nice.  I went out with a nurse once when I was at the Garrison.  She was like five years older than me.  I'm not sure why she said yes when I asked.  She was a good dancer.  We went to three clubs and did shots of tequila.  Then at like 3 am we went cow tipping."

  "Are all your stories about cows and tequila?"

  "Important hallmarks for my childhood."  Lance snarked, though his voice shook slightly.

  "One dobash, are you guys safe."  Shiro asked over the com.

  "We found a good spot.  Riding this thing in."  Lance came back trying to sound confident.

  "Okay.  Hold tight.  Get to an outer area of the ship as soon as possible and we will get you out if we have to make a door."  Shiro responded.

  Something about their leader's voice seemed to fill him with a sense of safe.  Shiro wouldn't let anything happen to them.

  "Okay, Shiro, be careful yourselves."  Keith responded.  He was well aware that Shiro would throw himself into fire if he thought it would save his team.

  Pidge's voice shaking came over the com, "Ten, nine, I love you guys, five, four, three, two, one."

  At one the world shook.  The sound was like a thousand trains running into a thousand cliffs and blowing up.  The paladins were bounced hard against the bed and back down to the floor several times.  Clutching desperately to the bed and each other they tried to minimize the impact and stay contained in their little corner.  They didn't realize they were both screaming at first, the sound covered by the monstrous noise of the crash.

  When Lance came to, he was pressed between the wall and Keith, clutching the former like his life depended on it.  The bed had apparently come loose at some point and Keith was clutching the bed in front of them like a shield.  All in all, Lance decided he wasn't doing too bad.  He felt stiff, his back hurt and his arms and hands were so stiff he had trouble convincing his fingers to let go.

  "Keith?"  Lance jostled him a little as he tried to remove his arms from around the Red Paladin.

  Keith groaned and apparently let go of the bed as it went crashing to the floor.

  "LANCE!" Pidge's scream left his ears ringing.

  "We're here Pidgie.  I'm okay, a little stiff but no damage.  Checking on Keith now."  Lance answered.

  "Quiznak don’t scare me like that again!"  She growled.

  "'m 'kay” Keith slurred.

  "Yeah, not convincing, mullet."  Lance carefully climbed around so that he could see Keith's face and the rest of him.  He didn't see anything new, but that didn't mean he was okay.  Keith blinked a couple of times and then managed to focus on Lance.  "Okay, so head injury from explosion or crash?"

  "Um…both?  I think my helmet's damaged or maybe my headache is just getting worse."  Keith answered squinting at Lance.

  "Okay, well, definite helmet damage because the explosion blew out your visor.  Can you sit up?"  Lance reached out to steady him when Keith wobbled, but he managed to sit.  He closed his eyes and then snapped them open.

  "Dizzy."  He muttered.

  "Okay, you guys get that?"  Lance asked.

  "Yeah, we hear you."  Shiro answered.

  "Lance, we need you guys to get out of the ship, Pidge is sending you the quickest route to an exist.  The blast left a pretty big hole and the ship is starting to sink heavily on that end."  Hunk came over the coms nervously.

  "Route sent."  Pidge returned almost immediately.

  "Okay, Keith, we gotta go."  Lance helped him up.  The fact that he didn't say a word and just did as Lance asked kind of freaked him out a little.  "Moving."

  "We read you.  I'm monitoring your progress."  Pidge offered.

  "Okay."  Lance was nearly carrying Keith by the time they got to the second hallway.  He wasn't sure if it was the head wound or something else, but he was worried.

  "Guys!  You need to hurry!"  Hunk's panic bled through the com.  "The ship is breaking up."

  "What?!"  Lance leaned down and managed to lift Keith up over a shoulder.  "Quiznak you are heavier than you look!"

  "Lance?"  Worry colored Shiro's voice.

  "Keith's too slow, I'm going to try to move us faster."  Lance panted managing to move to a jog.  Keith growled from his back but broke off into a whimper.  Lance tried to move faster.

  The sounds the ship had been making were getting louder.  The rocking from the waves made on impact had accompanied groans and creaks, but now there were louder metallic noises that filled Lance with a kind of dread.

  "LANCE!"  Hunk called out just as the floor in front of him split open with a shriek.

  Lance may have joined the floor in shrieking as he scrambled backwards.  The ship in front of him split and tilted forward, falling away and forward.  He scrambled as the ship rocked hard sliding them back and forth across the hall.  Lance clung to Keith.

  "LANCE?!"  Hunk cried.

  "Ow!  Quiznak!"  Lance slammed hard into the wall and the two section of the ship separated.  The far section moved farther away bobbing like a cork in the ocean.  While the section they were in shifted and started tilting forward, trying to drop them into the ocean below. 

  "No, no, no."  Lance tried to push them back away from the edge, Keith was clinging weakly to him and despite his efforts they were sliding forward. 

  "Lance?!"  Hunk yelled again.

  "Falling, falling, shit."  Lance's outstretched arm managed to grab the corner of a door, but the jolting stop caused Keith to slide out of his arm and he was now clinging to his legs.  "Stopped," he grunted.

  "Lance, where are you?"  Shiro called.

  Lance couldn't focus enough to answer, his arm burned, and Keith was slipping.  He saw another hand hold further down and letting his one go, he managed to get a grip on Keith again and grab the next door.  This time expected the jolt he was able to brace himself and keep his grip on Keith.  Keith groaned.

  "Hanging on."  Lance muttered.  The water was rising.  They were about thirty feet above it.  Their part of the ship was continuing to tilt, and Lance wondered if it would go completely upright and if he could hold on if it did.

  "We are coming to you."  Pidge gritted out.  "We've made it to Green."

  The ship jolted and it was as though an entire level disappeared into the deep blue ocean.  The ship shuddered and shook, and Lance found his grip loosened again and they were sliding and Keith was sliding faster.  Lance gave up all pretense of trying to stop their fall and desperately grabbed for Keith.

  They were almost to the edge and Lance almost had him.  He saw Keith reach out his hand and Lance reached out his.  They were less than an inch apart when Lance's armor hung up on debris from the hall and he was jerked to a stop and Keith slid off the edge and out of site.

  "NOOOO!"  Lance jerked himself free of the debris and slid to the edge.  Keith was just visible sinking into the water almost thirty feet down.

  "LANCE?!"  This time it was Shiro that yelled.

  "Lance, Keith isn't showing up on the scan!"  Pidge shrieked.

  "Water must block the scan, Pidge, you'll have to fix that."  Lance spoke calmly and stepped off the edge.  He crossed his arms over his chest and kept his legs tightly together trying to aim himself after Keith.  That was the moment.  No slow motion, no questions about their fate, no thoughts other than "go".

  "What?  Lance?  Water?" Hunk sputtered.

  It hurt hitting the water that fast, but he his armor protected him.  He searched for Keith and spotting him began swimming for all he was worth.  Keith was sinking further into darkness.  His eyes closed and face slack.

  "nonnonnononnonononononono…" Lance didn't even realize he was talking until another voice answered.

  "Lance.  What's going on?  Talk to us, buddy."

  "nonononononononnonononnonononononono…."  Lance finally reached Keith hands grasping his armor and pulling his body to him.  As he did the water around him darkened like night falling.

  "Lance, the ship!"  Hunk yelled.  "Please!"

  Lance looked up to find the ship and tilted on over and was now coming his way at an unfortunate speed.  He grabbed Keith and began trying to swim away, but the water displaced from the ship was pulling them back.  He had to get Keith air, he had to get him out of the water.

  "nonononononono.." Lance panted breathlessly.  The ship was getting closer.  Soon Lance was swimming up into the ship, dodging between halls.  He realized about two ticks later that the ship had stopped moving.  He just needed to find some air.

  "Need air."  He growled.

  "Air?  There are pockets in the ship, try to reach one.  I don't know where you are because you are in the water."  Pidge fretted.

  "Keith?" Shiro uttered his name like a prayer.

  "Needs air."  Lance gritted out.  He broke the surface of the water in a hallway.  Up and to the right was a doorway.  Lance managed to pull Keith up with him and hauled him out of the water.  Later he would wonder how he managed it, but at the time it was just what needed to happen.

  He pulled Keith's helmet off and his hair spread around wet and dark behind him.  His face pale and unmoving.  A sound came out of Lance like a wounded animal before his lifeguard training kicked in and he began CPR.

  "Breathe damnit!"  Lance hissed as he felt Keith's ribs crack under the pressure.  "Breathe, you stupid mullet!"  Lance wailed.  "BREATHE, PLEASE KEITH!"

  And then he was sputtering and spitting out water, his body jerking and moving, and Lance rolled him to his side sobbing in relief.

  "Lance?"  Shiro begged.

  "Breathing, he's breathing."  Lance choked out.

  "Thank you."  Shiro whispered, Lance wasn't sure if he was talking to him or Keith, but it didn't matter at least the idiot was breathing.

  To be continued in Day 23 Hands

#monthlyklance #monthlyklance march 2019 #klance #voltron fanfic

[ythmir-writes]

A Thousand Mended Seams

fandom: Ikemen Sengoku character: Ieyasu Tokugawa

brief summary: Ieyasu wakes up after another episode and he is none too happy of having two Mitsus worry about him

A Thousand Mended Seams masterlist: prologue // chap 01 

other works // ao3 // ko-fi

no warnings

Chapter 02/?? – Rousing (edited chap title)

       Ieyasu grimaced, squinting his eyes from the light that was suddenly too bright for his eyes. He could feel the tingling sensation in his arms and legs; a sign that he had just gone through another episode.

        Inconvenient, really. But at least he could still feel all of his body. He could also somehow still focus on that memory of Nobunaga pressing something important in his hands. Something that weighed like the knife he was still gripping very tightly. The soba knife. He should drop it – why was he even holding it?

       But his hand was still refusing to obey him at the moment.

       As if to distract himself from that, Ieyasu waited for the ringing in his ears to stop, waiting for Nobunaga’s voice to dwindle into whispers –

       You’re the only one who remembers.

       Damn right, that. They’re all timeshifters but lucky Ieyasu got picked by fate to be the only one who remembers. But it took time, he reasoned to the imaginary Nobunaga. Both of them knew that.

       Ieyasu could not remember all his past lives all at once. During his episodes, he remembered fragments: sometimes coherently, sometimes in dissonant segments and impressions. Almost always, they were jumbled up pieces of a jigsaw puzzle he had to figure out. If his episodes forced him to remember entire lives, he knew with absolute certainty that he would grow mad.

       However, this memory felt both coherent and incoherent at the same time, which somehow made it more – distinct, was the word he often used. Ieyasu had only handfuls of memory like this. And those he kept dear to his heart. Did it mean this particular memory was important?

       But when did it happen? And how was this important?

       As he tried to puzzle it out, Ieyasu slowly realized that someone was very gently shaking him into consciousness.

       “He’s come back!” one voice said.

       “He needs to drink this quickly.” another shouted.

       Ieyasu blinked several times. That was not Mitsuhide’s voice. It was the other Mitsu. And their faces were already uncomfortably close.

       “Hn. Move.” Ieyasu croaked but his arm, apart from refusing to budge, had no strength to bat everyone’s meddling away.

       “Lord Ieyasu, I must advice against drastic reactions at the moment, please.” Mitsunari held him upright, brought something cold to his lips. “The knife is important I understand but you need to drink.”

       Ieyasu suddenly felt that his throat was indeed very dry. Had they been embarrassingly opening and closing the entire time? “How long…?”

       “Lord Ieyasu, please. Drink.”

       Nothing to be done against it then. Ieyasu opened his mouth and the glass was tipped towards him. Cold water and the spike of lemon and something bitter ran down his throat. He managed several gulps until he almost drowned and Mitsunari eased the glass away.

       “What…hell?”

       “Lemon and ground ginseng root. Although the ginseng is only just three years old so you might feel a little feverish after.” With their distance, Ieyasu could see the sheen of concentration in Mitsunari’s eyes. “How are you feeling?

       Terrible. Nauseous. Disoriented. Like he had been hung up-side down from a rope tied around one leg and swinging wildly above a twenty-foot building for giggles.

       But Mitsunari did not need to know all of that. “No honey?” Ieyasu complained, his sentences still reduced to two words.

       “He’s okay.” Mitsuhide declared from somewhere.

       “I couldn’t find it in time.” Mitsunari answered, sheepish.

       Ieyasu tried to clear his head, waited several seconds, and then gestured to his left. “Pantry. Second cupboard to the door. Obviously.”

       “Yes, of course.” Mitsunari smiled, a small one that perked one corner of his lips that meant he was not sure what to say. It was also the same smile he often had that told Ieyasu that Mitsunari knew he was purposely making it difficult. Then, Mitsunari brightened and said, “Ah, you were out for five minutes.”

       Just five minutes? Ieyasu felt like it had been longer. Then again, he always thought his episodes lasted hours when in fact it was just a snap of fingers. Five minutes was pretty good time. He had had longer and worse episodes, some lasting days. At least, despite the pain, this episode was short.

       Ieyasu closed his eyes in relief.

       “Lord Ieyasu!” Panicked, Mitsunari began to shake him again.

       “I’m fine.” Ieyasu opened his eyes. Mitsunari visibly relaxed, easing away from him. “I’m fine.” He repeated. Then he looked around and the restaurant was empty. “The students..?”

       “I’ve escorted them outside.” Mitsuhide said, moving to stand behind Mitsunari now. “They’re not ready for that kind of show.”

       Ieyasu frowned. “What show?”

       Mitsuhide narrowed his eyes at him, all previous amusement gone. “You don’t remember?”

       Ieyasu’s frown deepened. Mitsunari cast his eyes to the floor.

       Ieyasu was not sure if he was going to like the rest of Mitsuhide’s sentence. He was also unsure if Mitsuhide was joking. He had not been always able to tell which was what.

       It turned out to be the latter, as Mitsuhide broke into a snicker. “Oh, Ieyasu. The look on your face was priceless.”

       “You owe me so much for tonight.” Ieyasu groaned, wanting to bury his face in his hands then realizing he was still holding the soba knife. Ieyasu carefully placed it on the floor, not really sure what to do with it.

       You know what to do. You’re the only one who remembers.

       “That was enough excitement for me, I think.” Mitsuhide then said. “Thank you for the entertaining evening.”

       “Like I said, you owe me. Big time.”

       “Have you seen yourself cook, Ieyasu?” Mitsuhide queried. “And I am serious in asking. Mitsunari’s filmed you more than once hasn’t he?”

       Ieyasu made a face. Mitsunari was looking at him expectantly and for a moment, it was as if Ieyasu was caught between a rock and a hard place. He was not sure which Mitsu was less dangerous to tangle with at the moment.

       “Have you seen them, Lord Ieyasu? Do you have a favorite?” Mitsunari did his best to contain his excitement.

       Mitsunari had recently taken to capturing videos of their group as a serious hobby. Ieyasu was not sure when it began but he had actually seen those videos of him cooking, all of them allegedly capturing his acquired expertise.

       There was no pizzazz and to be quite frank it was all plain and just very embarrassing.

       “No.” He said.

       Mitsunari deflated and Ieyasu felt another pang of guilt in his gut.

       “Well, maybe you should take a look.” Mitsuhide pressed on. “Then you’ll understand why you’re such a topic in the Academy.”

       “I’m sure it’s more because I’m a unique timeshifter than my actual cooking.”

       Mitsuhide chuckled. “You’d be surprised at what your best angles can do.”

       “I’m not sure I would be but soon.” He muttered, addressing Mitsunari. “I’ll watch them soon.”

It was hard to ignore how Mitsunari stood immediately three inches taller already. “Ah! Just tell me when you want to see them, Lord Ieyasu! I’ve been trying my best to organize the video section you see and I’ve finally come to arrange it from the nineteen hundreds and so on and so forth.”

       Ieyasu was not sure he wanted to know exactly what so on and so forth meant. Neither did he want to know how their library was actually organized anymore. Ever since he had passed on the mantle to Mitsunari by Nobunaga’s orders, he had tried his best to leave the former to his own devices. Mitsunari had his own very unique organizing system. Ieyasu admitted he was just too much of a coward to ask.

       Ieyasu tried to stand up, and succeeded with very minimal help from Mitsunari.

       “Ah, that’s right.” Mitsuhide suddenly said, making a deliberate show of touching his forehead before pulling out an ivory envelope from his inner coat pocket. “Before I forget.”

       Ieyasu’s heart thudded against his chest. Mitsunari gasped beside him. Both of them recognized the seal: a golden swan with a crown on its head, its wings raised as if it was about to take flight.

       “From our counterparts in Wysteria.” Mitsuhide was all business and seriousness. “Lord Nobunaga needs this immediately.”

       “Did they tell you what it is about?” Mitsunari whispered.

       “No.” Mitsuhide said, shaking his head. “It was delivered by the white owl.”

       Another gasp from Mitsunari.

       The white owl. Not a white owl. There was only one significant white owl in the entire kingdom of Wysteria.

       Ieyasu gave Mitsuhide a sharp look. The unexpected visit despite the lateness of the hour and the distance from the restaurant to the Academy, with the insistence of him having to cook instead of Masamune. Casual conversations. Teasing when there was not much of an audience to benefit him.

       As the cogs in his brain put the pieces together, the barest hints of Mitsuhide’s real smile, razor sharp and dangerous, came into view.

       “You bastard.” Ieyasu muttered.

       Mitsuhide waved his hand. “I’ve been called worse.”

       “This will reach him.” Ieyasu said, taking the letter and tucking it into his pocket.

       “See that it does at the soonest.” Mitsuhide nodded to both of them. “I’ll see you when I see you, then.”

       “Take care, Lord Mitsuhide.” Mitsunari said.

       “Watch out for the dark.” Ieyasu added.

       “No. The dark should watch out for me.” Mitsuhide finished, angling his head in a gesture of goodbye. He exited the restaurant. Ieyasu saw the students quickly crowd him to ask if everything was okay before the door closed shut.

       Ieyasu felt bad that the students had to be used as a pretense for Mitsuhide to be able to visit the restaurant on such short notice but then again, he supposed it was evened out by the fact that they had witnessed him during a state he’d rather keep private.

       “Do you want more of that drink, Lord Ieyasu?” Mitsunari gestured towards a pitcher. “I prepared more just in case.”

       Ieyasu took a moment to think if he should get the honey. Decided against it. He reached for the pitcher, poured himself another glass, and drank deeply. It was doing him a lot of good.

       “I’m sorry you had to go down here, Mitsunari.” Ieyasu said. “I know you’re busy.”

       “I don’t mind at all. I’m just happy we reached you in time, Lord Ieyasu.” Mitsunari answered, turning to him, sighing in relief. “Lord Mitsuhide called me up immediately when he couldn’t handle it on his own.”

       Ieyasu rubbed a hand on his nape. “It was that bad, huh?”

       “Not really, no. Only, Lord Mitsuhide’s powers are not within the realm of resuscitation or healing. It must have been difficult for him to see you like that.”

       Ieyasu wondered about that. “What else happened?”

       “Apart from you being mostly unresponsive, you were holding on to that knife very tightly.”

       Ieyasu opened his palm, closed it, tried not to flinch at the memory of the blade at his chest. “I remember Nobunaga pushing a blade towards me. I must have been reacting to that.”

       “Shall we go up to the library and record your memory?” Mitsunari asked after a moment. “It’s best to do it when it’s still fresh.”

       “All right. Let me just clean up.”

       “I can help – ?”

       “By nibbling these.” Ieyasu quickly pushed a plate of deep fried anchovies into Mitsunari’s hands. “Stay in the corner.”

       Mitsunari looked doubtful but accepted the dish regardless. “Lord Ieyasu, I think it would be better –?”

       “It will take us longer.” Ieyasu insisted. “Now go and be a good boy and eat your calcium and omega-3.”

       Before Mitsunari could put in another protest that Ieyasu would deflect, Ieyasu’s phone suddenly rang. He gestured towards Mitsunari to stay put then went to the telephone rack, scooped his phone up from his basket, and swiped to answer it.

       Masamune’s voice boomed from the other end. “Ieyasu? You doing good? You treating my kitchen right?”

       Ieyasu made a face. He had lost count of how many times Masamune had asked that and he had a vague feeling he won’t be hearing the end of it any time soon.

       “You’re on speaker.”

       “You didn’t answer my question.”

       “Place just emptied. I only barely stopped a fire. That witch that cursed you sent faeries to ransack the place and I could do nothing to stop them.” Ieyasu set down his phone while Mitsunari inched closer to participate.

       “Must you remind me of that every time?” Masamune answered in a tone that sounded more amused than hurt.

       “You were the one who antagonized her when I very much insisted you shouldn’t.” Ieyasu answered. “And now here we are. With you unable to enter any kitchen within fifty meters without something disastrous happening.”

       “I told you I’m working on trying to get back into her good graces.”

       Ieyasu felt a mixture of horror and trepidation. “Please, don’t make it worse. It’s hard enough having to clean up after your own mess.”

       “She loves me. You know that. I know that.”

       Ieyasu rolled his eyes and wished Masamune could see it. “Sure. Which is why she insisted on cursing you to be unable to go near something you love more than her.”

       “That she did.” Masamune chuckled. “You had a hard time with the customers again tonight, didn’t you? I told you, more smiling less pointing sharp objects.”

       “Mitsuhide dropped by. Mitsunari’s here too.”

       “Hello, Lord Masamune.” Mitsunari said.

       “Ah. One of Mitsuhide’s field trips?”

       “I’m not sure anymore.” Ieyasu said. “It’s only a little after midnight. Why are you calling?”

       “Right.” Masamune sounded as if he had just remembered why he had called in the first place. “It’s pretty last minute but I need you to come here.”

       “Oh.” Mitsunari said softly.

       “Here is where?” Ieyasu asked, curious.

       “Remember that semi-huge parking lot we drove by the other day and I pointed out that there was a three in five chances I could outrace Hideyoshi riding a pushcart?”

       “You could have said the Vista grocery center parking lot by Damayan Avenue? Would have been easier.”

       Masamune ignored him, perhaps too preoccupied chuckling at the memory of how Hideyoshi had lost the bet. Ieyasu could make out the distant sound of an ambulance and maybe two police cars in the background.

       Ieyasu and Mitsunari shared a glance.

       Then, they heard Masamune suck in air, and someone telling him he needed to cut it out. Hideyoshi most likely. The pair had nightwatch patrol duties together on Tuesdays and Fridays.

       “Something’s come up and the district’s Kapitan is asking if the nightwatch could stay until things go back to normal. By nightwatch, it means just me and Hideyoshi here. And by going back to normal, it means you gotta come over and fix things.”

       Ieyasu frowned. Now that was even more curious.

       The nightwatch and the Kapitans were separate entities, and the Kapitans – or the local protectors of the City – never interested themselves in the particulars of an internationally conducted patrol.

       “What happened, Lord Masamune?” Mitsunari asked. “Are you two hurt?”

       “Don’t worry about us.” Masamune answered. “Just some drunken shenanigans we had to disperse. But that part’s already over. That’s not what we need Ieyasu for. You’re gonna have to bring your supplies.”

       Ieyasu frowned. “Why? We’ve got nothing scheduled for a Warding and it’s two weeks advance notice for a reason, remember? That reason being it’s not so easy picking up ingredients in the middle of the night.”

       “Not an original Warding, nah. Just your usual bag.”

       “Because?”

       “You didn’t sense it?” Masamune’s words were casual, almost teasing, but Ieyasu caught a hint of uneasiness barely concealed.

       “Sense what?”

       “Seriously? You didn’t? Your ward got smudged.”

       Ieyasu opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried to search for an appropriate response, something annoyed for his long night getting even longer, something angry, to hide the concern that he did not even sense anything had gone wrong.

       Ieyasu settled for the more usual, “I see.”

       “But Lord Ieyasu…” Mitsunari cautioned.

       Ieyasu immediataly knew what Mitsunari was going to say. He bared his teeth at Mitsunari in warning. “Don’t.”

       Mitsunari either did not hear the tone, or simply refused to acknowledge it. “I don’t think you should –”

       “I can do a Warding just fine.” Ieyasu snapped, waving a hand.

       “Did something really happen?” Masamune’s voice turned serious now.

       Ieyasu dared Mitsunari to speak again with a glare. Mitsunari held his gaze, frowning and looking distraught. When neither Ieyasu nor Mitsunari answered, Masamune redirected the question. “What happened, Ieyasu?”

       Ieyasu ground his teeth first before letting out a sigh. “I had an episode.” He half-whispered and quickly added, “It barely lasted five minutes. It’s no big deal.”

       “Mitsunari, is that true?” Masamune asked.

       Ieyasu made an impatient sound. “Look, I know my own body and its limits thank you very much.”

       “’Course you do. But when it comes to pushing yourself too far and too hard, you’re pretty notorious.” Masamune said. “I just want to hear Mitsunari say you’re fit to go.”

       Ieyasu turned away from the phone with a growl, raising his hands, swearing. “I don’t need anyone’s permission to do my own job.”

       Mitsunari inched closer to speak properly. “He’s fine, Lord Masamune.” And then proceeded to tell Masamune what had happened while Ieyasu was otherwise indisposed.

       Ieyasu grabbed the next empty dish box and began to gather the empty dishes left by Mitsuhide and his group, almost slamming the saucers and chopsticks down in his frustration.

       It was not like this was the first time he fainted while working at their restaurant. Ieyasu could not understand why both Masamune and Mitsunari had to still fuss over him like that after all these years. Why couldn’t they act more like Mitsuhide and Nobuanga? More trusting him and knowing that he could handle himself just fine?

       There had been worse episodes than this. Losing consciousness while driving. Fainting during boarding planes. Feeling the slow loss of all bodily function as he was doing self-checkout that one time he had craved snacks. There was no way to effectively predict when they will happen; he could only brace himself and ride the episodes out.

       Him having episodes – it was his normal. They happened. They coped and maneuvered life around it. Period. There was no escaping it.

       So why should this night be any different?

       Ieyasu could not understand why he had to be treated as if the very brief episode affected him enough for him to not be able to do his other work.

       He had practically given up much of his freedom just so they would not worry so much. For the past few centuries, he had acquiesced to their arrangement that he would never go outside unaccompanied so none of them would have to worry about him suddenly and unexpectedly dying from an episode.

       “And he was holding a knife?” Masamune asked.

              “Yes.”

       Ieyasu dropped the dishbox unto the sink and opened the faucet to its fullest strength. Water blasted down, drowning his thoughts in with the empty dishes.

       It was not that Ieyasu was ungrateful. Quite the opposite. He owed them all his life. Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, and Masamune (and he would never admit it, but also and almost always) Mitsunari had all been his lifesavers for as far as he could remember. And he would risk dying and coming back over and over to save them all. He could take that risk. He was the one who remembered.

       But Ieyasu also knew this: his friends can only do so much for someone like him. He will never run out of memories to recall. And if he should die during an episode, that’s one more lifetime to remember in his next reincarnation.

       And gods only knew how many long, arduous minutes of his life will be spent recalling it. They should not be having to fuss about him overprotectively each and every time. There will be no end to it.

       “Ieyasu, you still there?” Masamune called out to him.

       Ieyasu grunted.

       “Don’t be like that.” Masamune chided him.

       Ieyasu knew he shouldn’t but he could not help it. His episodes had always been a touchy subject, bringing up frustration that had been pent up ever since he had discovered he was no simple timeshifter – that his ability was not simple reincarnation but a physical remembering.

       In their recorded history, only three persons have been found to be nearly exactly like him. Ieyasu was that third. A powerful sorcerer whose true name was lost to time was the first. And the second –

       History was still waiting for the second one to return.

       “Bring your usual bag, okay? And take your time. Mitsunari’ll join you. We need him too.”

       Need him or just to keep an eye on me because I could faint?

       Ieyasu breathed deeply and exhaled with deliberate slowness. “I’ll be there in thirty. I need a change of clothes.”

       “Both of you’ll be here in thirty. Don’t forget to put up the sign.” Masamune said before ending the call.

       “I’m sorry, Lord Ieyasu.” Mitsunari said softly, back in the kitchen. “I don’t think it’s safe for you to be alone right now.”

       Ieyasu did not respond.

       “Your episodes as of late tend to have… aftershocks, for lack of a better term. It started three years ago, when you had your first episode here in the City with Lord Masamune with you.”

       Ieyasu remembered that. How could he possibly forget?

       “So until we have a break in that pattern, I believe it would be unwise to leave you alone until you’ve stabilized. Three weeks at most, according to our data.”

       “Sure.” Even to Ieyasu’s ears, his tone was aggressive, retaliatory.

       Hurt.

       “We don’t want to see you hurt.”

       Ieyasu wanted to tell him he understood, wanted to tell him that yes, they were doing this for him, they were worried and they did not want a repeat of any of the events when they’ve been too careless, too complacent – too ignorant of the consequences of his condition. He wanted to tell Mitsunari specifically, that he would never have thought to record his memories, to map them out and arrange them the way he did.

       But Ieyasu was too angry, too wrapped up in his own feelings of helplessness from his recent episode – and he did not trust himself to speak when his emotions were all over the place.

       So Ieyasu stared at the sink until Mitsunari excused himself to get his own bag from the second floor.

       It was only when Ieyasu heard the bell again did he close his eyes, sought out inside his mind to feel the Ward he had set up at that specific parking lot and felt –

       Nothing. Emptiness. Not even a hint that something was blocking his senses and preventing him to probe the fringes of his ward. It was as if his Ward simply did not exist.

       That did not seem right. He searched for the rest of his wards. He could only feel them faintly without his brushes but at least he could feel them there, like small fluttering heartbeats against his own.

       Ieyasu turned off the faucet, and took comfort that at least his herculean restaurant duty was done for the night.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen ieyasu #so here is chap 2 y'all #thanks for the interest on this piece #because urban magic is just hnnnnnn you know #ythmir fanfics #ythmir writes

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A Moment in Time

Adrien's jaw dropped from slight bewilderment at why such a gorgeous girl would randomly sit down at his table and start talking away. The only problem? His name wasn't Adam.

AU- Alya sets Marinette up on a blind date with a guy named Adam, but after a phone incident and the time change, she ends up crashing at a different table thinking it's her date.

Chapter 1/1 ( for now? Read the Author’s Note at the end)

A.n.- Two one-shots in one day, what? ( If you haven't read Birds of a Feather and you like Nathalie's character then go read it ). I've actually been working on this story on and off since last week? Finally finished and posting today because tomorrow is daylight savings time so it seemed fitting. ( Although this takes place in the spring time change). Make sure you read the end author's note if you want to see more of this story after reading it, it's very important. Other than that not much for you, this is AU, no superpowers but I do find a way to incorporate our two favorite Kwamis ( just not this chapter).

Edit*- This story was inspired by a movie called An Hour Behind. And although inspired, it will have several major changes from the movie.

2. You all rock. Will definitely expand this story. Heard you loud and clear I’ll figure plot lines for this tomorrow.

"Come on Marinette, it's one date," Marinette couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's excessive begging and slid a new batch of cakes in the oven. "I didn't even pick him this time, he's Nino's old college friend. What's the worst that could happen?" Alya continued as she swiped a chocolate chip cookie from the display.

"My best friend eats all my product, and then I won't have any left for paying customers," Marinette shot a look at her best friend who responded with a sheepish smile.

"If you bring some of your cookies to your date with Adam, you'll bag him for sure."

"How many people do you know that bring baked goods on a blind date Alya?" Her best friend's intentions were pure, Alya only wanted to see her happy, but a blind date- that was a disaster waiting to happen.

"You're showing all of your assets to prove you are the whole package." Marinette couldn't hold back a snort filled laugh.

"I'm starting to wonder what you think will happen on this date."

"You'll love him Marinette, he's a lawyer, but he handles most of the pro bono cases in his firm. He's a cat person; which I know is in the plus column for you. He's drop dead gorgeous and has the greenest eyes."

"I hope those weren't Nino's exact words because otherwise you two have other things to discuss," Marinette teased.

"Please, just one date. You know I only want you to be happy, and you can't say you had the best love life over the past couple years; between Kim, Nathan"-

"I get it," Marinette snapped. She knew exactly how those dates went, no need to rub salt in the wound.

"Marinette, I'm convinced you try and find something wrong with every person interested in you."

"I've been busy with the bakery, opening a second store is within my grasp. I can't give up now."

"No one is saying give up. It's one date tomorrow night," her best friend offered.

"You're not going to give up on this, are you?"

"I learned my stubbornness from one of my best friends." Alya beamed in response.

"Fine. One date, but in the morning. That way I can route back to the bakery if things don't go well and bake a couple of batches and not waste the day."

"You won't regret this!" Alya threw her arm around in a tight hug. "I'm going to go tell Nino to set it up and have the details for you tonight. Promise me you won't be late. We both know how you are in the mornings. Don't forget to change your clock tonight." She called over her shoulder as the last reminder. Marinette rolled her eyes once more, Alya was as subtle as a truck. As much as she appreciated it, the level of faith in her was almost insulting. Her phone would automatically switch to the new time, there wasn't any need to adjust anything. The oven's timer caught her attention, and she rushed so her cakes wouldn't burn.

Nerves kicked in as she realized what she's done. What was she thinking to agree to a blind date? The regular dates that she set up ended with disaster.

She only made it through one date with Kim. He tried to carry the conversation the best he could, but with her limited knowledge of sports, the topics circled back around to himself. Marinette always wanted to look on the bright side, so even though she wouldn't go on another date, at least she learned more about him.

Nathanaël lasted to date number 5. They enjoyed each other's company, but things became stagnant when he confessed that seeing an old flame caused previous feelings to bubble up again. Marinette appreciated his honesty, but it was clear that he wanted to try again. She couldn't stand in the way of that.

Marinette applied some strawberry frosting to the cooled lemon cake and cut herself a small slice. The flavors melded together on her tongue, a hopeful reminder of what spring could be once the cold weather melted. But despite how it tasted, it still lacked whatever she was looking for to submit for the contest. Frustration groaned inside her, but at least she was another step closer. Her eyes ticked to the clock on the wall; 9:30 pm. She could easily make another batch, especially without Alya distracting her. She pulled out the ingredients needed once more, one more attempt couldn't hurt.

By the time Marinette stumble through her apartment door exhaustion had inched its way to every part of her body. She was lucky to remember to turn the oven off before she left her bakery because she created four more batches before giving up for the evening. An unread message from Alya kept lighting up her phone, no doubt the information to the blind date she had agreed to in a temporary moment of insanity.

Ayla: Tomorrow, at the Hollybelly 5 at 9 am. He's going to wear a light blue scarf. If you need moral support, I'm only a phone call away. Knock him dead!

Suddenly this idea seemed even more insane, but to avoid her best friend's nagging at her for the next month straight; she decided to follow through with her word. She set her alarm for 8:30 to give herself enough time to prepare in the morning. She became acutely aware of how the sweet scent stuck to her skin, as tired as she was, the shower called to her.

She let out a gasp as she stepped into the wall of warm water and the relaxation it provided. Four more batches of "almost there" was the product of her night along with a messy kitchen she had to clean before she came home. It wouldn't have been fair to leave that to the staff when she had been the one to cause the mess in the first place. Her fingers itched to run through her hair, and she released a long exhale. This contest was of vital importance if she desired to open a second store, a dream of hers since her parents put her in charge of the original. She had sacrificed so much to oversee the store and she wanted to do was to make her parents proud.

The shower ended quicker than she would like, but she could barely keep her eyes open. She grabbed a glass of water on the way to bed in case she woke up in the middle of the night. Sleep slowly caused her eyelids to grow heavy, not allowing her thoughts to wander far. Marinette adjusted her arm under the pillow and contorted it until comfortable. The act of her shifting her body caused another pillow to knock some items on the nightstand, including the cup of water. It tipped, and the water contents spilled all over her phone; not that Marinette noticed because sleep already claimed her.

8:45 am

The hostess turned wearing a dazzling smile when she heard the bell above the door ring. "Good Morning, do you have reservations?"

"Yes, last name Chapin, Adam." He returned the smile before loosening the light blue scarf Alya told him to wear. Excitement stirred in his stomach, Alya had raved non-stop about her friend, and by the sounds of it, she was exactly the type of women he was looking for. He hadn't necessarily thought he would stoop to a blind date to find love, but he trusted Nino and therefore, Alya.

Adam followed a waitress to his table and took his seat and glanced at his watch. He was always early to everything in his life, to be late screamed distasteful and unprofessional; both words he couldn't associate with in his profession. He hoped that Marinette didn't keep him waiting for long.

9:30 am

Adam had heard of being a little late, but this boarded on ridiculous. The waitressed eyed him like an injured puppy when she brought him a drink after twenty minutes. He could feel people staring at him, but he kept his gaze locked to his phone. Thankfully work kept him preoccupied, but 45 minutes had elapsed since he arrived. His fingers dialed Marinette's number which Alya had provided but met a voicemail.

Her eye burst open as light burst through the room. Why did it feel so late, why didn't her phone's alarm go off? A quick glance told her all she needed to know. A spilled cup with no liquid in it whatsoever, and a phone whose screen would not lite up no matter what she did to it. Marinette cursed under her breath as she shoved the blankets off her bed and made a mad dash for the kitchen. 8:30 am. She wouldn't be skinned alive by Alya after all. She jolted back to the room and grabbed a pink dress off its hanger and threw it on. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of styling her hair, a messy bun offered her the solution that she craved. There was no need to eat breakfast at the apartment since they had a morning date, so that left brushing her teeth and applying just enough makeup to be presentable on a date. She didn't want to scare the poor guy off before anything before giving him a chance.

9:45 am

He waited long enough. Every second he waited for her, it drew attention to the face he was still alone after an hour. Everyone paying attention to their surroundings knew that he had been stood up. He wished that Marinette at least had the decency to inform him that she changed her mind, but out of the worst possible scenarios, this one seemed less cruel. Whenever he looked back on this failure of a date, he wouldn't be plagued with one-sided feeling but instead the what-ifs of what could have been. He slid payment for his drink on the table and stood up. The office wouldn't mind a couple extra hours especially with the huge case he was working on.

Marinette rushed down the street, the restaurant was only a couple blocks further, and she would make it on time. She hated being late, a probably she usually dealt with due to exhaustion with the bakery. Luck could be the only word to describe how she woke up in time. With no phone, it wasn't like she could call anyone, it would take days before she could find the time to go get a replacement. But with the little distance, she had left to cover, her bad luck with being late would end today.

10:00 am

She stumbled through the door only two minutes late, a new personal record for her. The hostess didn't seem that impressed with her "graceful" entrance.

"May I help you?" She asked, but Marinette could sense the smallest sense of annoyance in her voice. 

"I-" A light blush dusted her cheeks as she realized she forgot to ask Adam's last name. "I'm meeting someone." She allowed her eyes to wander over the hostess' shoulder until they landed on a blonde sitting at the table and around his neck …was a blue scarf. Her breath hitched as she watched his piercing green eyes study the menu. Alya wasn't kidding, he could charm her in a courtroom anytime. "He's right over there." She rushed past the hostess not wanting to keep Adam waiting any longer than necessary. "Hi, I'm Marinette," she introduced herself wrapping her coat around the chair. It was a good thing that she gripped the chair the second his green eyes jumped up to meet her all feeling gave out in her leg. She would have to thank Alya for setting her up with the more gorgeous man she ever met.

"Um, hi," he replied. Either she caught him off guard, or he didn't have a way with words, neither was a deal breaker. This was a blind date, he had to be just as nervous as she was.

"Adam, I'm sorry I'm a couple minutes late, my phone got fried last night." The explanation sounded lamer coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't backpedal now, that would only creep him out. She needed to stand her ground and resist the word vomit of oversharing. "But none of that matters because you're still here." A man like him could have any girl that he wanted, and yet he stayed despite her lateness, maybe they could make it to date number two after all. "Have you ordered yet?" She asked looking over the menu for the first time she got there.

"Not yet." She cocked her head to the side and tried to focus on what food they had to offer. Not a lot had been said and this already beat out her date with Kim.

"Everything looks so good, what do you recommend?" Adam had picked a restaurant she had never been to before, but he must have liked it enough to recommend it.

"I usually get an omelet," he replied. Marinette fought the blush forming on her cheeks as he gave her a once-over glance before his gaze returned to the menu.

Adrien's jaw dropped from slight bewilderment at why such a gorgeous girl would randomly sit down at his table and start talking away. She approached as if she knew him but called him Adam; she seemed so warm and personal he didn't want to correct her and risk her leaving. He would correct her eventually, or she would figure out that he wasn't this Adam character and the natural course would have its way.

She motioned towards the waiter and started to order without a care in the world. His father had wanted him to visit that afternoon, no doubt his latest attempt to convince him to leave his current job and join him in the fashion industry. An hour or two with this beautiful mystery girl in front of him wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Adam?" At her second call, Adrien realized that she called him- or rather, thought she had. "Are you okay?" The way she was so concerned for his well-being spread warmth through every limb on his body.

"Yeah," his lips pushed back into a smile reflecting the emotions flowing through him. "Everything is perfect."

AN- So. Here's the deal. Right now, this is only a one-shot, but you can change that if you want. I have so many miraculous story idea that I can't expand on every one shot in my head, but I am willing to do it on the stories that you all are interested in. If you want more, like, reblog, comment, dm me, whatever you want to do and let me know. Here's what to expect if this story to continue, the rest of the Adrienette date, Marinette finding out that Adrien is not Adam (and will actually meet Adam). More backstory of the characters in this world and Adrien shamelessly pursuing Marinette in like 10 chapters of fluff. Sound good? Leave a comment. Otherwise, you can enjoy the potential story in your imagination. Let me know.

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