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[cordiallyfuturedwight]

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[hey-there-love]

Apologize

Summary: Friday nights don’t have to be lame when Katsuki Bakugo is involved.

Content Warnings: Aged up, NSFW, 18+, Fem oral receiving, penetration, slight anal play, slight dacryphilia, slight spit play, choking, AU, Adult Language, Enter at your own risk.

WC: 3.1K

It was a boring Friday night alone. You were lost in one of your many textbooks studying for a big test on Monday when your phone notified that you had a snapchat. Assuming it was from your roommate Mina, who should have been busy with work, you grabbed your phone.

It was from Katsuki Bakugo. You rolled your eyes and threw your phone onto the pillow. Bakugo was your on and off again friend with benefits. On and off meaning you saw him when it was convenient to Bakugo and Bakugo only. Sadly, you came back each time because you genuinely liked the guy...

Plus it was the best sex of your life.

It was an unfortunate situation to say the least. In the moment when you were with him you were satisfied, but as you got back home you craved more. You were both alike in many ways. Rough around the edges, but soft once you opened up. Goal oriented, focused on your schooling and your futures. A fucked up sense of humor that matched toe to toe. You both came to a mutual agreement that you were meant to be friends early on, but lately you longed for more.

The thing about your situationship with Bakugo was on the rocks since he canceled on you a few nights ago to go out with his friends. Granted you didn’t owe each other anything, but canceling last minute really pissed you off.

After a few minutes of pondering about the Snapchat, you went against your better judgement and opened it.

Bakugo: What are you doing?

You sucked your teeth and debated on messaging him back. Tentatively you set your phone down, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine and leaving him on read. You stuck your nose back in your textbook. About 10 minutes of note taking had passed and your phone had went off again. You glared and looked at the message.

Bakugo: Don’t ignore me shitty woman.

Your body fluttered. The part of your body that did was undetermined though. You scraped your brain of something wity to say back.

Y/N: What do you need? You’re interrupting my hot date.

He responded instantly, almost as if he was awaiting your response.

Bakugo: An actual date or your hand because you know I’m better than both.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of your throat. He wasn’t exactly wrong. Bakugo was far more experienced in the handiwork than you were, but that’s exactly what a vibrator was for. You snapped a picture of the textbook in your lap and captioned it.

Y/N: His name is Pearson’s Guide to Anatomy and we’re madly in love.

At this point you gave up on studying because you were clearly distracted and laid down. Your message sat on delivered for a few minutes before he finally opened it. This time it was a picture. You looked at instantly. He snapped a picture of his roommate Kirishima grinning in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand.

Bakugo: Come eat and before you say no it wasn’t a question.

You fought the battle inside your brain. You were still pretty upset with him, but you hadn’t ate since breakfast so you were hungry. Plus...sex of course. You opted to send him a short message.

Y/N : Gimme 30 minutes asshole.

Bakugo replied with the thumbs up emoji and sent you into action. You had just taken a shower and thankfully something told you to shave your legs. You brushed your teeth quickly and brushed your hair back into a tight pony tail. Everything you needed was already in your purse. A toothbrush, a pair of underwear, deodorant, a few condoms, a charger, and body spray. ( AN: I always recommend keeping a mini spendanight bag in your purse just in case :) )

You spent a few minutes deciding what to wear before putting on a black lace bra and matching underwear. You opted for a pair of black sweats and long sleeve shirt. It was a little chilly out so you threw on a hoodie. Deciding you were finally ready you sent a message to Mina, alerting her of your absence.

Mina: Wear protection! ;) I get off at 2 if you need a ride home.

You laughed at your best friend’s response and began the short walk to Bakugo’s. There was a little bit of day light left so it was easy to navigate through his neighborhood.

Pretty soon you were standing in front of his building. You pressed the buzzer. Kirishima’s sing song voice sounded through the speaker. “Whooooo is it?” Clearly he knew it was you.

“Kiri let me in! I’m freaking freezing.” You whinned.

“That’s not the passworddddd.” He chided, laughing.

“Let her in dumbass.” You heard Bakugo growling in the background.

“Hey!” Kirishima cried and the door buzzed. You rode the elevator up to the third floor. You rasped on the front door. It was opened abruptly by Kirishima who rubbed the back of his head cautiously.

“Let me guess, he smacked you didn’t he?” You pondered and gave him a side hug.

“Yeah and it wasn’t very manly of him either.” He sighed and hugged you back.

“Keep it up and I’ll do it again, Shitty Hair.” Bakugo called from the kitchen. You shook your head and ruffled his hair.

Kirishima grinned and whispered in your ear, “I’m glad your here, he’s been in a mood all day.” You blushed majorly and looked down as he trailed off into the kitchen. It wasn’t a secret to your friend group what you and Bakugo were. Kirishima and Mina had walked in on you two multiple times, but it still wasn’t embarrassing.

You removed your shoes and padded into the kitchen. The aroma of deliciousness hit your nose instantly. Your stomach grumbled. “See I knew you were hungry.” Bakugo said finishing up the stir fry.

Your wrapped your arms around his waist tightly and laid your head on his back. “Shut up and feed me.” You mumbled.

“You want dinner or desert first?” He replied and rubbed your arm as he mixed up the food in the pan.

“Who said you were getting desert?”

“Please guys! Not infront of the stir fry! It’s innocent!” Kirishima groaned and shoved you two out of the way deciding it was done.

You both shot him a glare as he happily loaded his plate up with food. Bakugo fixed your plate and handed it to you. The three of you sat down on the couch in front of the tv. Kirishima put on a series he just started. You began to chatter about the show in between bites. Pretty soon you were done eating and he gave you a synopsis. Bakugo took your plates to the kitchen.

“Hold on wait, so wait. If he’s an international criminal why did he just turn himself in like that to help the agent?” You questioned, clearly enthralled by the show.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out! There’s literally 7 seasons of this! I need answers.” Kirishima agreed.

“Bro what if that’s his like secretly his daughter? Like it makes sense why he’s so connected to her and protects her.” You said excitedly, slapping his leg.

“Dude. That actually makes hella sense.” He replied. Bakugo quietly sat down next to you and began to stroke your lower back, signaling it was time to retreat to his bedroom. You looked up at him with pleading eyes to finish the episode. He rolled his eyes and moved his hand to the back of the couch.

Pretty soon the credits rolled at the end of the episode. “I’m going to bed.” Bakugo announced and stood up.

“Ugh, lame.” Kirishima huffed. Bakugo walked into his bedroom without a word, leaving you two on the couch. You both looked at each other and shrugged.

“I’m definitely going to start watching whenever I get home. Text me about it tomorrow yeah?” You asked making your way to the room.

“For sure!” He called after you as you shut the door. You set your bag down next to the bed and sat down to check your phone. You heard the sink running and then the bathroom door opened revealing a shirtless Bakugo. Grey sweatpants hung off of his hips.

You licked your lips slightly as he turned off the lights and slinked to the bed. A candle faintly flicked in the corner, giving a slight orange glow to the room. “Damn that was like pulling teeth, Y/N” he said and laid down next to you.

“What? You weren’t interested in the show? It was good.” You replied, feeling your pulse quicken as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“I’ve been interested in something else for the past hour.” Bakugo sighed and wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you towards him.

“And what would that be exactly?” You questioned and leaned back into the pillows. He quickly moved ontop of you and hovered over your lips.

“Getting inbetween your thighs.” He whispered. You sucked in a breath before his lips landed on yours. It was slow at first. Sweet closed mouth kisses turned into a passionate tongues mingling together. One of your hands began to run its way through his hair while the other traced the expanse of his bare back.

He groaned into your mouth and you pulled his hair lightly. His hand caressed up your neck until it grabbed your jaw holding you in place. Bakugo began to slowly grind against your sweet spot. Causing you to grow wetter than you already were. His freehand began to explore your body, running along your stomach and up to your bra.

Moans escaped as he began to stroke your nipple through the fabric. He lifted you up from the bed and removed your hoodie and shirt in a swift motion, throwing it somewhere off the bed. You weren’t too concerned at the moment of the location. The hand that gripped your jaw made its way down to your neck as he delicately squeezed the side of your throat.

He kissed down your neck until he made it to the area were your breast pooled ontop of your bra. He began to suck on the revealed flesh before pulling it down to free them. “You’ve got such nice tits, babygirl.” Bakugo growled and took a nipple into his mouth.

You mewled at the praise. He began to nip and suck at it, making sure to tweak and pinch the other in the same fashion. You bucked your hips to meet his, adding more friction to the equation. A few moments passed before he began trail down to the hem of your sweatpants.

Bakugo worked diligently sliding them down your legs before laying in between your thighs. You locked eyes as he started to speak, completely in a trance. “Allow me to formally apologize for canceling on you before.” You nodded slowly. He smiled devilishly and kissed your inner thighs.

The teasing was unreal. It made you so hot that you knew your panties were soaked. He planted a light kiss to your clothed clit. Using his index finger he stroked your pussy vertically with the tip. “You smell so good, Y/N. I can’t wait to taste you.” Bakugo growled. He pulled your panties to the side and slipped the finger in. You instantly clenched around him as he began to pump the tip teasingly.

You were a mess. The strokes were torchous, your mind swirled. “Look at you, grabbing my fucking finger and it’s barely even there.” You loved how vocal he was. He slowly pulled his digit out before entering it again, this time deeper inside you. Your juices cascaded down his hand.

“Shit.” Bakugo cursed and tore your underwear off. You were much too distracted to even worry about your thong being shredded. He added a second finger into the mix. He curled them up inside you, finding the spongy spot that sent you crazy.

Removing his fingers he held them up to the light, entranced by the stringy substance that coated them. “Open your mouth.” He demanded. You did as you were told, no questions asked. Bakugo inserted the two into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around and inbetween then, collecting your slick. He groaned as you sucked and bit down.

His mouth attacked your clit promptly. It was a relief you craved. There was no kitten licks about it. His tongue did figure 8’s around your cunt. You were a moaning mess, saying his name without a care in the world that Kirishima could hear you. Then he did something foreign that you never experienced before. His tongue trailed down your pussy until it found your tight, puckered hole.

You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but in the moment it didn’t matter. Bakugo had your trust completely and he knew it. He didn’t go too far though, just kissing and licking it slightly before focusing his attention back on your throbbing pussy. He plunged the two fingers into your hole again, but this time he fucked it.

The lewd sounds that came from your cunt were enough to make you blush. His free hand flew up to your pelvis and began to gently press down causing pressure. “You hear how loud your cunt is babygirl? You sound like your enjoying it.” Bakugo called. He bit down harshly on your thigh.

“Please Bakugo, please fuck me.” You begged, wrapping your leg around his shoulder.

“That’s not what you should call me Y/N. What’s my name?” He slowed down his pumps, but kept the pressure, making the pleasure the same level of intensity as before.

“Katsuki please!” You cried out. He grinned as you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I’m not done apologizing yet.” You threw your head back against the pillows as his mouth attacked you once more. His pace began to speed up again. You felt his fingers scissoring inside of you. Your release barreled towards you.

“I’m about to cum.” You whimpered, pushing his head closer to your cunt. His fingers pumped faster than before, hitting your g-spot every time. Your orgasm washed over you promptly as you moaned his name. Your once rigid body melted against the bed. You felt Bakugo climb up your body.

He grabbed your face and made you open your mouth. He spit the saliva and cum mixed fluid into your mouth before running his hand over your breasts again. You were putty and under his mercy.

“Still want me to fuck your brains out?” Bakugo questioned as he stroked himself through his sweats.

“Please.” You breathed out. He chuckled and stood up, removing his pants. His dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Precum pooled around the tip. He pulled a condom out of the drawer on the bed side table.

He noticed you staring at him, “See something you like?” Bakugo questioned as he rolled the condom onto his cock. You nodded sheepishly and spread your legs. He shook his head and then nestled inbetween your legs again as he kissed your lips sweetly. He began to rub the tip against your sensitivity, making you jump at the sensation.

“I’ll go slow this time, I promise.” Bakugo kissed your forehead and gently pressed into you, giving you inch by inch. You both hissed until he sank himself fully in your heat. “Shit, you’re always so tight for me baby.” He moaned rested his head on yours.

He began to thrust slowly allowing you to adjust to the pain. Bakugo was not small in the slightest, so you were grateful at the pace he set. He buried his head into your shoulder as profanities escaped his lips. “Fuck, Katsuki. You fill me up so good.” You moaned, scratching his back lightly.

This encouraged him to increase his speed, grinding his hips into yours until he filled you to the hilt. “You are mine. You’ll always fucking be mine Y/N.” He growled, nipping at your collarbone. The declaration made your heart soar, but it also gave you a sinking feeling in the back of your mind.

Bakugo threw your legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep into you. You felt tears prick in your eyes at the sensation as another orgasm began to build. He grasped your face, “Look me in the eyes when you cum because I know you’re close.” You nodded quickly. Tears flowed freely as your mouth hung open. The next orgasm hit you like a brick wall. You were pretty sure you screamed his name that time, but you couldn’t be too sure.

Once your body calmed down Bakugo pulled out, flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass into the air. He slammed back into you. You attempted to jerk forward, but he gripped your hips tight. A loud smack landing against your ass for trying to run away.

You felt his warm saliva drip down to your puckered hole before he used his thumb to swirl it around. Unintentionally, you jerked again. He paused his actions. “You trust me right?” Bakugo panted and rubbed your cheek delicately.

“Yes, of course.” You whinned at the loss of rhythm. Another slap landed on you cheek.

“Okay, run away again,” he stated, “I’m fucking your ass.” That caused you to remain absolutely still. Granted after the experience before you didn’t mind the thought of it, but you we’re too spent for that tonight and you knew Katsuki Bakugo would make good on his promise. He began fucking you again, this time not as rough. He repeated his actions from earlier and teased your ass again before gently pressing his thumb in your tight rear.

You were grateful that you could shove your head into the pillow because the noises that came from you would have woken up the whole building. You mentally reminded yourself to apologize to Kirishima tomorrow. “Shit, I’m really fucking close babygirl.”

“Please Katsuki, please come inside of me.” You moaned, egging him on. That was all it took. His once steady, prominent strokes turned into sloppy thrusts as he filled the condom. Once he steadied, he removed himself as you collapsed. Bakugo rolled the condom off and threw it into the trash before falling in next to you.

You were both panting messes. Once you caught your breath you glanced over at him. “Apology accepted.”

“Shut up, shitty woman.” Bakugo laughed and kissed you cheek.

#bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader

[anothercouch]

A Pair of Wings - Chapter 4

Angelmont is a dazzling kingdom for aspiring angel hunters and sorcerers alike. Though, when Logan finally sees the dark truth of this beautiful place, he’s casted out and labeled the local lunatic of the kingdom. He saw no logic in angel hunting and its cruel practices. Now he’s determined to prove them wrong, but after nearly ten years wasting away in a forest and losing hope, he’s on the brink of throwing his invention away. That is, until a curious angel falls from the sky right in front of him.

Word Count: 1.8k

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The sound of thunder rang inside Logan’s cabin as he placed the box of fish inside a small cool hole in the floor. Quietly, he placed the covering back then looked over to the angel who he laid in his bed. They were too big to properly fit, their hind legs and claws hanging out of the bed, but they seemed comfortable for the most part. From what he could tell, they looked to be about six feet tall, a bit on the smaller side for an adult angel. They had beautiful dark purple fur that covered their entire hind legs as well as their arms up to their elbows. Their claw-like hands had a bit of black padding similar to a dog’s and the same was on their feet. The ears on their head were elf-like, matching with the same purple fur on their arms and legs. Though, the one thing that captured his eyes the most was the beautiful wing that laid on top of their body. The feathers were a dark purple just like the fur but there was a small lighter streak of pinkish purple at the bottom of their wing. It looked soft to the touch and the feathers seemed to shine, even with only the candlelight.

The wind started to pick up and the rain sounded like it could smash through the windows if it wanted to. Logan sighed as he walked to his long window and closed the shutters, now only the fireplace and a few candles lighting up the place. A warmth contrasted the small amount of wind that passed through the cracks of the door and the windows. Another strike of lightning cracked through the sky, he being able to hear it from quite a few miles away. Even with the presence of the angel, the mood was calm, the rain soon turning into just white noise. He sighed as he grabbed a chair from his desk and pulled it over close to the bed. Quietly, he sat down as he continued to study the angel before him. For one, something about them seemed so familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Suddenly, an idea came to Logan’s mind. He gently grabbed his notebook and pen from his desk. Another bang of thunder rang through his ears. The angel looked sound asleep, despite the loud noise. A smile formed on his face as he looked more closely at their wing and started to sketch it out onto the paper. Perhaps studying their wing could help him improve his design. Plus, this was the closest he had ever been to an actual living angel. Sure, he had seen dead one’s from the angel hunters who left their bodies, but only at a distance. They had always taken their wings anyway, so he could never study them properly. There also always seemed to be other angels flying around and he did not want to risk getting attacked. Getting attacked meant going back to Angelmont, and he was certainly not welcomed there.

Logan sat next to the angel, quietly sketching out the wing stretched out on their body. It wasn’t terribly difficult to sketch out though an arm was in the way. He scribbled down some notes on where their joints were and how it bended. He also took note of how the feathers were angled, but soon he found something in particular. A small scar stood out amongst the purple feathers around its midsection. It looked very old and seemed to be completely healed. The angel didn’t seem to mind its presence as they stretched their right wing. Surely, if it was a recent wound, their wing would be folded up to not strain it, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

Logan sighed as he finished sketching the angel’s wing out. He studied his work briefly then looked back at the wing, making sure there were no mistakes in his sketch. Once he fixed the one or two errors he saw, he closed his notebook and smiled. Quietly, he took his chair back to his desk and sat down. He placed the notebook to the side and looked at his blueprints. It took him a full year to perfect his design, and with his new sketch, he could make sure his wings would work. Gently, he opened his notebook to the sketch, comparing it with his own design. From nearly a decade of study, it looked almost the same as his blueprints, though there were a few tweaks he wanted to fix. He soon picked up some leather and a knife, cutting into it, continuing to work on his wings.

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The crackle of a fire filled Virgil’s ears as he started to wake up from his deep sleep. There was an unfamiliar warmth that seemed to linger in the room he was in. It almost felt cozy in a sense. His back was greeted with the softness of cloth and hay as he tried to sit up. As soon as he opened his eyes, terror filled his heart. Where was he? Why was he here? His eyes widened as he started to breathe heavily, trying to calm himself down. It felt like his world was spinning until a voice cut through the fog in his mind.

“You’re awake,” the stranger said simply.

Virgil turned to his left, his heart sinking. The human he’d been watching had captured him.

“Would you like some supper?” the human asked. Next to them was a small fire and above were fish cooking on a stick. For a moment, he looked around the room, thinking. This was his chance to finally meet a human! Though, there was still a lingering fear that weighed his heart. What if they planned to harm him? Or even torture him to no end? Quickly, he mentally shook the thoughts out of his head. If this human truly wanted to kill him, he would’ve been dead as soon as he hit the ground. Finally, he looked back at the human.

“Y-Yes… please…” he said, some weariness in his voice.

The human smiled as they carefully grabbed a fish off the fire and jabbed it with another stick, handing it to Virgil. He sniffed it then took a bite of the cooked flesh. It wasn’t much different from when he’d occasionally cook any meat, but it was nice that the human even offered him any food at all.

“My name’s Logan Clarke,” the human said.

“Virgil Smith,” he replied.

Virgil watched as the human ate their fish, question now stirring about them in his head. With some of his initial fear gone, he wasn’t as scared in their presence, but of course, still kept his guard up, just in case. He was anxious like that, after all. Quietly, he adjusted himself on the hay-filled cloth he sat on, stretching his wing and the remaining stub of muscle that used to be his left wing.

The room was mostly silent as they both ate, the occasional crackle from the fire only stirring. Virgil took note at how Logan seemed to glance at him, most likely due to his missing wing. A flaw like such would certainly get stares, and he was no exception. Plenty of angels had either given him pity or mocked him, both he hated. He wasn’t sure just how he survived all those years without being able to fly. Hell, he had even thought of cutting off his other wing. The thing was as useless as himself.

“So…” Virgil started, “why didn’t you kill me back there?”

“There wouldn’t be much use killing you,” Logan said was he took another bite of his fish, “It’s illogical killing sentient beings for sport.”

“So you’re not an angel hunter? Why’d you bring me here then?” he sneered.

There was a quietness in the room, but the tension that had filled the room started to disappear. Virgil saw as Logan’s eyes widened, just for a split second. A hint of fear shined through until they went back to their dull state.

“It was about to rain, and I didn’t want any angel hunters to find you,” Logan said, “You seemed fairly knocked out as well.”

Virgil huffed as he now finished his fish, leaving the bones behind. He watched as Logan finished their fish, but he noticed how they’d look at them. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, most likely because of his missing wing. To be honest, it was much better than getting a look of disgust or pity. It almost comforted him in a way, not being seen as some abnormality. Then again, Logan was just as much of an interest to him as well. In a way, the impossible presented itself to him. He’d always thought of humans as monsters, yet here was one who’d given him shelter and food.

Logan threw the fish bones into the fire then extended his arm to take Virgil’s. Soon, Virgil gave the bones to him when a sharp pain stung at his wrist. He winced, looking down at his right wrist that was bandaged. “I must’ve scraped myself pretty bad on the way down,” he thought. As he looked up, he saw as Logan approached him, and instinctively backed up.

“Wait—” Logan approached closer— “I can help with that.”

There was a tense look in Virgil’s eyes, watching the human’s every movement. He was shaken by how close they were now. His mind screamed at him to just get out of the cabin, but he fought the urge. With a bit of hesitation, he offered his scrapped wrist and let Logan touch it. Suddenly, his wrist started to glow a dark blue, immediately easing the pain. He watched as Logan closed their eyes, concentrating their energy on his wrist. The blue energy soon traveled down their body, wincing a bit, then down into the earth, it now disappearing. He was stunned at how much of his pain was gone.

“That spell should work for a while,” Logan said, now backing up from Virgil.

“I… I didn’t know humans could use magic,” Virgil said. He’d always seen Roman and Remus healing injured angels, but he never thought humans could do the same.

“We have much to learn from each other then,” Logan said with a warm tone to their voice. Virgil caught them again looking at his wingless side and he hid the small muscle that was left of it behind his back. He wondered what in the world could that human be plotting in their mind.

“Maybe we could meet again?” Logan asked.

“I’ll think about it,” Virgil said as he walked over to the door and went out. A small smile formed on his face as he disappeared into the night and back into the mountains.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #angst #fantasy #a pair of wings by perci #fanfic #fanfiction

[cd-stories]

Jim’s Office Adventure

It had been four years working as an administrator within a typical manufacturing company. Apparently our company made something to do with automobile engines, but it was all beyond me. Just get the job done well and people saw me as professional and hard working. In the modern world it was accepted that guys could be administrators just as much as girls could be mechanics and to tell the truth, so long as I got the work done I was pretty much off everyone’s radar. Just ‘that guy in the admin team’ I suppose. If I thought about it I guess I should have known that it would all come out eventually, but I never imagined anything quite like what I’m going to recall here.

I was the only guy working in the administrative department with five other women under Lucy, the head administrator. We all got along, but that’s about as far as it went towards me. I still didn’t feel part of the collective, but didn’t feel any animosity from the other girls either. They were friendly enough, but, let’s say, I wouldn’t expect to be asked out on the town with them. I had been cross dressing for what now seemed like a very long time. Initially it was shifty rummaging through female relatives drawers, longing glances through lingerie catalogs as a teenager, ending up with a rather extensive wardrobe of clothes, shoes and underwear now.

Living by myself allowed me the privacy that I liked to practice my fetish. I never really wanted to be a woman, but just loved the sensuality and power I felt dressing up as one. It always seems so unfair that women had all the glamour and fun! And I always felt a new confidence when I went out dressed up that I didn’t have in my ‘regular’ life.

My physical appearance helped a lot. Partly it was down to luck and my genes, but also diet and exercise that maximized my physical assets. I was naturally tall and skinny: 5 ft 11 in my bare stockings. Regular work outs at the gym kept me toned, avoiding bulking out too much! This left me with slender, shapely legs and kept my body and shoulders slim.

At 23 years old I looked young and fresh, and my mother’s genes had blessed me with a boyish delicate face and appearance. As a result I normally found that I had to try to ‘butch’ up for my daytime persona with crisp white shirts and shapeless trousers!

Like a lot of crossdressers I’d tried to give it all up, bundling all my clothes into bins and swearing to stop it all (usually after some near miss…), but it always seeped back into my life. At the time I was happy and comfortable with my lifestyle. I had a nice steady job during the day and an alternative female persona for evenings and nights out.

Each existence was separate and never crossed-over except for really extra-ordinary circumstances. But then this is all about one of those occasions, which led on to so much more… Work officially finished at 12:00 on a Friday, but I had too much work to finish and had to carry on into the afternoon. Tonight I had other plans though.

Tonight I was meeting up with some of my ‘girl’ friends (my crossdresser friends) in town and had a weekend break planned. We’d booked a minibus for us all to go down to London for the weekend, spending some relaxing time in a posh 5 star hotel and evenings in some of our favorite alternative clubs. I couldn’t wait to get dolled up ready for our mini-adventure. The big problem was that I needed to be ready at 4:00 pm, which didn’t give me time to get home, change and get into town. That meant breaking my major ground rule of mixing business and pleasure. I had to get ready and dressed at work, and I had to bring in my weekend clothes to work. They were sat in my weekend bag, which I had brought in early and stashed out of sight under my desk. By 2:00 almost everyone in the building had left for the weekend.

There were a still a few engineers and executives about, but I was sure I hadn’t seen any girls around. I was planning to make a break for it to the ladies, so once I was inside there I was safe. A lot of the lights had already been turned out and the day was turning to winter dusk outside. I finished up my work and now it was time for me to get dressed up.

Handily the women’s toilets were located just out of sight from the office door a little along the corridor. By now I hadn’t seen anyone pass our office door for 20 minutes. I was certain there was almost no one else left here, but I felt a little tingle as I got up with my weekend bag to sneak to the ladies. With my heart beating hard I left the office and turned left down the corridor, pausing at the water cooler to take a slow drink and pretend to read one of the company’s motivational pieces on the news board. “OK, this is it,��� I thought after no one had left the ladies for a good 5 minutes, “All the admin girls have left, it’s now or never”.

Confidently I picked up my weekend bag, slung it over my shoulder and moved quickly and quietly down the corridor, past the men’s room, and with one last cautious glace over my shoulder slipped into the sanctuary of the ladies toilet. My heart was still pounding as the automatic lights flickered on. No one in here — phew! Just to be sure I went into the second to last cubicle and locked the door. Now I could relax a little and get into my dressing routine. I quickly stripped off and filled the carrier bag I’d brought along with all my day clothes.

Last night I had spent a luxurious evening bathing, waxing, shaving and moisturizing my entire body. Now I stood for a moment enjoying the feel of my hands gliding over my soft smooth body. Sitting down on the loo I pulled on a pair a silky hold up stockings, the light fabric gliding easily up my freshly waxed legs. And with my pair of black leather boots that went up to just below the knee zipped on at least now I would appear ‘normal’ from under the toilet door in an emergency. Feeling much more relaxed now, I could really go to work on my female image. First I attached my wonderful C cup silicon fakes and blending in the edges with some foundation. I then got out my pocket mirror and starting to apply my makeup. Not too much, but enough to bring out some of the natural feminine look to my boyish face.

By keeping it low key I could normally pass without too many unwanted double takes. So, I applied some of my favorite foundation followed by a light dusting of blusher to bring out my cheekbones. Next I put on some dusky eye shadow to match my hazel color, followed by coal grey eyeliner to open up my eyes and the first coat of mascara.

My favorite subject at school was always art: who knew being so handy with a brush would come in so useful! The only real splash of color was reserved for my crimson lipstick, with a touch of lip gloss.

Tonight I was going for elegant and stylish, so standing up again I slipped on a delicate lacy black thong, followed by the matching bra. Then I wriggled into my killer Little Black Dress. I loved this dress and always pulled it out for a good night out. It hugged where it should, hid my worst bits and fitted like a dream.

I guess the way the hem line ended just below my stocking tops helped too! Next I applied some pre-prepared crimson painted nails and while I waited for them to dry I brushed on a second coat of mascara and fluttered my eyelashes to myself in my mirror. Finally I took my favorite brunette bob wig out of the box in my weekend bag and fixed it into place. It was a modern cut that angled forwards and down with a straight cut fringe.

It went very well with the young-classy-thing I was going for. With some luck I might make someone’s night in the bar tonight! Once I was happy with my appearance I gingerly opened the cubicle door to check myself out in the bathroom mirror and make any final adjustments. “Woh, cute honey,” I thought to myself.

I whispered another silent prayer to the cute gym instructor that had come up with the routines that had added shape to my cute ass. Just need a few tweaks to my blusher, tidy up a stray hair or two and I’m ready to hit the streets! I turned back to the cubicle and picked up my makeup bag off the toilet seat and put it next to the middle sink. I then leaned down to retrieve my day clothes and stuff them into my weekend bag. Now fully dressed I was enjoying the snug fit of my clothes and as I bent to pick up my bag I relished the feel of my black dress’s hem inching up the back of my thighs to reveal a peek of stocking top and bare flesh. Mmm.. that felt good as I kept one leg straight and paused bent over double reaching for my bag.

Just as I was enjoying the luxurious stretch down the back of my leg, I froze mid bend as I heard the outer door suddenly swing open. Panicking I stood upright again, but didn’t know what to do. The inner door opened and I heard heels tap across the tiled floor. “OK… OK… keep calm and casual,” I thought to myself.

My heart was beating so hard in my chest I felt sure anyone in the same room could hear. Clutching my bag I returned to the sink where I had left my makeup kit. By looking down slightly I could keep the fringe of my wig concealing my face. With some luck she’d go to a cubicle and I could slip out without any questions or confrontation.

Flicking my eyes up to the mirror I saw that I looked good enough to pass, it was just a pity I couldn’t do a final touch to my makeup. With a feeling of dread I felt the presence of someone walk behind me and take up position at the next sink. “Why had I taken the middle sink?” I thought to myself. “Oh no, now I’ve got to stay and do something at least else it looks odd.”.

I took out my blusher brush and touched up my face, trying desperately to look calm and collected. Glancing to my left in the mirror I saw Helen, one of the senior executives styling her hair with her fingers and a small can of hair spray. “Idiot!” I thought, “Of course there was Helen as well as the office girls.

I’d forgotten about the one female executive who could be working late in her office!” “God, these long meetings play havoc with my hair!” she said. “I’m sure it’s the air conditioner, but I always come out of that room looking a mess.” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” I mumbled in my feminine voice, desperate for something to say.

“And I’m supposed to be going out tonight,” she said, “now it’s too late to go home and I’ve got to keep these stuffy work clothes on.” So far she seemed far too preoccupied to notice me much, so with gathering confidence I chanced a longer look to my left. She was wearing a modern cut navy blue skirt suit, with a white blouse underneath.

The suit suited her figure well and true to Helen’s form the skirt was that little bit shorter than necessary for business. I had to admit that she looked good, just as she always did. She was rather short, under 5ft I estimated, but her sensuous curvy body and larger than average chest more than made up for it. Matching navy blue 3 inch high heels also helped disguise her height, with the added bonus of making the most of her heart shaped rear. And if she wasn’t eye catching enough there was the shock of fiery red hair which contrasted so well with her creamy white skin.

“No, you look great,” I replied “Just maybe lose a few buttons on your blouse and add some more makeup and you’ll be OK for bars.” I couldn’t believe what was going on here. I needed to leave and here I was having a conversation with one of the high level management dressed as a woman! I’d be lucky to keep my job if she realized.

“Oh, thanks,” said Helen. “Could I borrow some eyeliner? I don’t keep any at work.”

“Sure,” I replied, cursing myself for mentioning makeup. I rummaged in my makeup bag and passed her my eyeliner, without turning away from the mirror. I continued to tweak my hair and makeup while Helen concentrated on applying eyeliner. She finished what she was doing and passed me the makeup.

I turned to take it and fumbled it with the rest of my makeup back into my weekend bag. “Right I better get going,” I said, still trying to avoid eye contact with Helen. “OK. Me too, I’m about done in here. Thanks for the eyeliner again.” “No problem,” I replied. Turning to leave, we both made for the door and for an instant I looked straight at Helen.

There was a slightly quizzical look on her face, and then it was gone. I opened the door and pushed my way out into the relative freedom of the corridor. “Looks like you’re on for a big one,” she commented as she followed me out “What are you planning?” “Um… I’m meeting some friends in town and we’re going. down to London,” I mumbled.

“Uh huh…” she answered “… well you have fun” she finally said.

Still on edge I turned to go, but was called back after three steps. “Excuse me,” said Helen. “I hate to do this, really I do, but you do work here don’t you?”

“Sure,” I replied casually, screaming on the inside, “down in the finance office with Sue.” “Oh, just I haven’t seen you around much. Are you new?” “Yeah. I transferred from the Northern branch 3 months ago.” “Ah right I see.” There was another long pause, “sorry to do this, but can I see your ID? We’ve had a few security breaches recently and you can never be too careful.” “No problem,” I replied. I squatted down next to my weekend bag and made a big show of rummaging inside searching for my ID. Desperately I thought “What am I going to do now? I can’t show her my card!” “Sorry, I must have lost it somewhere,” I said with maybe a little too much confidence.

“Right.” said Helen. She sighed and finally added, “Well, would you mind coming with me while we sort all this out?” “Sure, but I do have to go soon you know.”

“Yes, this will all get sorted quickly one way or another,” she replied ominously. Feeling like I was falling in a dream I followed Helen back through my office past my desk and towards her executive office along the far side.

I’d never ventured into her office before and I was surprised how nice it was in here compared to out in the drones section. There were large windows down one side of the office, looking out over the landscaped grounds our office block sat in.

A large desk dominated one corner of the spacious office, with a wall of books and files to the left of it. In the opposite corner to the desk was a low coffee table surrounded by 6 easy chairs. Evidently this was where the deals were made.

The only other furniture to be seen were a selection of large foliage plants dotted around the room, Helen’s black leather high backed office chair and a further standard office chair pulled up to the other side of the desk. She went behind the desk and sat before motioning me to sit opposite her.

“OK then…” she said, “sorry, what did you say your name was?” “Rachel,” I blurted out, “Rachel Stevenson” “OK then Rachel. We need to find your ID in a hurry or get you cross checked with Security. What’s it going to be?”.

By now I’d resigned myself to losing my job and life as I knew it, so it was either humiliation now with Helen or humiliation with Helen and a selection of security guards as well. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. I tried to think of something clever and then it hit me.

“I am sorry but the truth is I am just here to fill in for Jim. You see, he’s my close friend and he wanted me to finish some of his work. Since, he had done me a big favor a few weeks ago; I came in to help him. Apparently he had some personal work to complete today. I am really sorry.” I said timidly “I shouldn’t have done this. Please don’t call the security.”.

“Well, why didn’t you say it before,” Helen exclaimed, “I know Jim, not personally but I have heard a lot about him. He’s a good worker. He must have had something really important to call you in.” Stunned, I just nodded.

I couldn’t believe that she really said that. I felt a moment’s pride at the realization that she hadn’t recognized me and believed my story. Helen got up from her desk and eased down finally. “You can go now” she said with softness in her voice. “Thank you so much,” I replied. “Have a nice weekend,” Helen said and we both walked out of the office.

I held my breath until I was out in the corridor. After what seemed an eternity, I was finally out of the building. I checked the time and there was still time to catch up with my friends. What an afternoon it turned out to be.

The End

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  005

FACEPALM-KUN AND THE ABANDONED RAMEN between the yandere, sunshine boy, tsundere, shy boy, kuudere, which one would you choose?

Y/N stretches his arms, yawning as he makes his way towards the school gate in a drowsy approach. He ended up getting home by eleven thirty at night and stowed into the arms of Morpheus at two in the morning, scrubbing off the filth on his body before he went to sleep - which took the most time, even more than the time used to scroll through his phone.

The mob before the school invades Y/N's sight as he walks along the sidewalks towards the gate. "Damn what's with that crowd, is like a celebrity coming to our school or something?" he mumbles, nearing the horde, he recognises them as reporters from all the biggest news platforms in Japan, "oh wait, our school is filled with celebrities."

Spotting a familiar person whilst he attempts to wedge his way towards the entrance, he taps the guy's shoulder, "Hey, blonde guy it's you again."

"Heyyy! "

"What?!" the blonde guy yells through the rowdy flock of reporters, head yanking in Y/N's direction, his brows crumpled up and his eyelids tapered as he tries not to get squeezed to the side by the others.

"You know what's going on?" Y/N squints his eyelids as he gestures towards the mass of people in front of the school gate with his chin.

"I don't know, look yourself!"

The blonde guy tweaks his head back and thrust himself through the reporters with brute force, Y/N closely tracking behind his back, hand suspended mid-air throughout the entire fatiguing process of mashing into people and making an attempt to enter the school grounds without letting any reporters in.

"Wow, intense exercise early in the morning," Y/N comments as he walks along the corridor to his class with the blonde guy beside him, not minding that his uniform is wholly crinkled up and hair coiled with strands poking out, an untroubled grin stretches his cheeks.

"Oh, here's my stop, I'll see you later!" they pass by the class 1a door and Y/N bids his farewell to the blonde guy with a blow kiss - in which the latter clicks his tongue then turns his head away to (his scarlet neck rats him out).

Katsuki sits in his seat, his head lowered whilst he passes time with his phone in his palms on his table blatantly when a book is flung into his vision. He curls his hand into a fist and bashes the table, clacking his tongue in crossness.

"Who the fu-"

"Yep!" a radiant voice inserts before he can finish his sentence, even without looking up, Katsuki can pretty much guess who it is from the tonality and 'harmonious' book on the table.

"Midnight's lookin' hot on the cover there, don't ya think? " Y/N says as he bends over to flash a teasing smirk at Katsuki, crooking his head to the side, a brow raised at him.

Katsuki 'hmph'ed at the remark, ruby eyes never veering to look at Y/N, mumbling so tacitly that Y/N can barely hear it, "Fucking pervert." That's something new from the usual 'asshole' and 'fucker', Katsuki's updating his vocabulary too, damn.

To his unfriendly words, Y/N only lets out a faint chuckle, he sparingly flicks the side of Katsuki's head, "I heard that." Katsuki doesn't yell or shout at him for the action but he scowls and responds Y/N with a middle finger - which the latter gives a classic wink to.

"Aye Izuku," he greets as he strides towards his next target he is going to scourge. Y/N ruffles through Izuku's fluffy broccoli curls with one hand and the other chucks a long cardboard tube at the boy. "Here's an All Might poster since I couldn't bring the ice cream," he answers when he sees Izuku's puzzled cast on his features.

"Thanks!" Izuku says, dipping his head to convey himself, the corners of his eyes curving into arcs as wells as his pinkish lips.

"Also," Y/N begins while he tows a seat from the currently empty desk beside, straddling the chair with his arms tending on the top rail, "did you speak to that hedgehog there after school or something yesterday?"

"...how did you know?" Izuku first nods his head then twists his head and questions Y/N, green pupils peering agape at him.

"Saw it when I was running to work."

"Ah ... yeah, he said he's going to be number one from now on."

"Ahahahah, sounds like him," Y/N quenches a howl as he peeps at Katsuki from the side, visualising him shouting at Izuku like a tsundere schoolgirl: 'I-I-I'm going to be number one from now on, don't you bastard underestimate me!!'. The imagination of Katsuki doing that is too wicked, too wicked - Y/N heaves a sigh to himself at the overly whimsical thought.

"Also-oh, Aizawa's here I'm gonna go back."

As Y/N's words died down, he inches his way to his seat at the back of the room to prevent that yellow condom from calling him out for not being in his seat again, he's not one for attention you know.

"Good work on yesterday's combat training, I saw the video and results," Aizawa heaps slight praise to his students, his hand setting down his stack of papers on the desk at the front. "Bakugou, you're talented so don't act like a kid," his sagging eyes slothfully roves to Katsuki as he speaks of him briefly, gaze full of disdain.

"I know," Katsuki shifts his gaze to his left whilst he says with an overt frown, leaving the rest of the class dumbfounded at his unexpectedly composed temper.

"Hey slap me."

"Ow-oh my god, it's real."

"And Midoriya," Izuku instantly straightens up and tucks his arms atop his lap at the mention of his name from Aizawa, "you settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep making the excuse that you can't control your quirk. I don't like saying the same thing over and over again. But as long as you fix that issue, you'll have a lot of things you'll be able to do."

"Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya," Aizawa winds up his remarks on Izuku, in which the boy replies him with a firm 'hai! ', gushing with a youth's determination.

"Now let's get down to homeroom business, I'm sorry I didn't warn you beforehand but today I'll have you ..." letting his voice dwindle off, Aizawa has everyone put their heart in their mouths.

"Is he gonna say that he's resigning?"

"...Decide on a class representative."

Everyone sets about hoisting their arm up and screeching for Aizawa to pick them, almost sounding like a certain 101's theme song: "pick me! ". To all the ruckus going on in the classroom, Y/N just huddles his head between his weaved arms on the desk and sinks into sleep's deadly arms.

"Silence!"

The class quietens down at once straight after Iida's shout, and all eyes are bonded to his now-standing figure. Iida clinches an arm high up in the air but interposes to his classmates, "This is not something that just anybody could do! This is a job that requires leadership skills! Everyone's trust in you is required in order to be a good leader ... so we should vote! "

"Why did you suggest that?"

"We even don't know each other very well yet, how are we supposed to trust?" ribbit ribbit queries, stoking up the other students' pertinent comments.

"Everybody's gonna vote for themselves anyway."

"That's exactly why the person with most votes should become class president," Iida prods up his glasses with his fingers, the lens glistening in the artificial light, he turns to Aizawa (who's nearly asleep), "don't you agree, sensei?"

"Tsk whatever, just choose one before class ends," Aizawa says moodily and zips his yellow sleeping bag up to return to his slumber, making sure it's soundproof.

So everyone agrees to use the method Iida suggested. One after another, they walk to the front to vote for the most suitable person to be class president, including Y/N who awoken when Iida silenced the class. And too waspish from his interrupted nap, he scratches his mark beside the first name he sees on the blackboard and walks back to his seat as if a zombie.

Bypassing to when they reveal the final results of the mini-referendum, Izuku got three votes, sealing his class representative position, and Yaoyorozu got two votes, making her vice president.

"Deku? Who voted for him?!"

And Katsuki is back to his regular self, brimming with rage. The class now think that maybe a calm Katsuki isn't that bad, they want that him back.

、、、

"That took too fucking long!" Y/N grumbles to the mustard and ketchup duo as he cautiously rambles towards the table they're on, balancing a warm (and heavy, Y/N doesn't forget to mention) bowl of noodles on his tray.

"You could've chosen something else to eat you know ramen's one of the most popular choices between students," Denki pokes fun at him with a suppressed smile by his lips, then giggling at the boy's strange posture while he settles the tray onto the table.

"I was just craving it too much, after rewatching Naruto and Shippuden over last night."

"Ai ..." Y/N emits a lasting and theatrical sigh, he sways his head at Denki. "You won't get it, bro," he says perplexingly, acting profound and inscrutable to the two.

"But I get you," the ketchup of the duo who has been silent for the past conversation finally speaks, giving the male opposite him a 'yes I get you bro' expression which Y/N responds with his hand pounding on his chest lightly.

Y/N lifts his chopsticks up, dredging up a clump of noodles from the soup, ready to eat it all up when a resonant toll sets off within the canteen.

"Just as I was gonna take a sip," he snarls and tosses his chopsticks in the bowl, pressing his lips together as he gets up from his seat, "Shitting hell, in the single moment I just blank out a bit they all run out."

Y/N ventures out the canteen and around the hallways, he attempts to pinpoint where exactly the others are but he only ends up astray from his destination. And on the fourth time of laying his eyes on the same wall after roaming around, again and again, his mentality snaps.

"AHHHH, DENKI YOU FORGOT TO BRING ME ALONG!" Y/N howls in the hallway to his heart's content, off-track in his breakdown, not noticing the presence nearby, "first I don't get to eat my ramen, then I get lost." He leans against a wall and slouches down to perch himself on the ground slowly, the lesions from the day before twinging as his skin smears against the solid surface.

"What fucking sorcery is this?!"

Finally quelling down, Y/N turns his head to skim his surroundings when a dim figure by a wall grasps his eyes, he shrinks his eyelids at the direction, "Hold on, is that a person there?"

"H-"

"You better shut your fucking mouth up or I'll disintegrate you," before he even speaks the silhouette lashes out at him and shows himself from the shadows.

His voice is husky, coarse and guttural, but tone simmering through into Y/N soul with spite and malice. Giving a hasten glimpse at his appearance - slender yet fit figurine, unkempt but appealing ultramarine locks - Y/N supposes the face behind those slightly greyed but dainty and slim fingers is not bad too.

"Okay, okay," Y/N says in a reposeful manner, taciturnly distancing himself from the clearly perilous man just close by, his features malformed into a grovelling cast.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks good but seems too yandere," Y/N mutters in a low tone, darting a sidelong glance at facepalm-kun, his tongue pricking out to moisten his chapped lips.

"What?"

"Nothing." Y/N works towards a canon ball shape, burrowing his head further into his knees to minimise his existence to the brink.

The man hums shortly then reaches his hand towards Y/N direction, he intimidates him, "Don't tell anyone about me, or else ..." His single veined eye pops in Y/N direction menacingly, sending the latter's hair and goosebumps raising in cold blood.

Even when Y/N sets back to his class, he can still recollect the blood-curdling aura the man dispersed from a single stare. Worn out from the taut tension with the man before, Y/N drapes himself across his desk as he gapes at one place blankly until Denki calls him.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

"Where did you go just now?" Denki asks, eyes enlarged at Y/N's figure without the slightest cut since he didn't find him beside him during the drill, which gave him a great shock.

"Oh, uh ... the bathroom you know, I had to pee real quick," tilting his head to the side to act above suspicion, he gives Denki an answer full of faults.

But Denki doesn't uncover him, he plaits his fingers through Y/N's hair, tousling his curls, he says to him with fondness. "You're lucky it's just a fraud or you might just get in trouble with the villains."

Hahhahhahahhahaahhahaa.

He did.

"But it's a fraud this time, so I'm fine!" Y/N draws a viscid grin to show, he lifts his brows at Denki and provokes, "see, you can pinch me to test!" Denki hoists a hand up and harshly nips at Y/N's waist, muting his laugh as he sees the boy's twisted expression from the force of it.

"Ow ow ow! Not that hard!" yelling at him whilst also smacking his hand away repeatedly, Y/N gnaws on his bottom lip as the mark throbs for a few seconds, his E/C irises blazing holes through Denki.

"Hm, just as noisy as always," Denki jokes with him, stroking his chin with two fingers in a pondering position.

"Tsk."

"Oh, there comes Aizawa, I gotta go back to my seat."

"Talk to you later, see you~"

"Can I say something?" Izuku steps up all of a sudden, fists clasped by his sides, chin tipped upwards with determination. "I think-I think that Iida is more capable for the position of the class president! He managed to calm the crowd down during the drill, so I think he's the most suited for this job," the poor boy's body quavers slightly as he announces to the class, eyes meandering everywhere.

"I agree with Midoriya."

"Me too, Iida was kinda a good leader just now."

"Like everyone literally just stopped talking when he flew up and said his thing."

"Same."

"Alright, if you're all done with that, then listen to me." Everyone hush down at the din of Aizawa's sluggish voice.

"We'll be participating in a rescue simulation for your basic hero training class," Aizawa starts lazily, ignoring everyone's roars at how excited they are for the event and resumes to speak, "this time you can decide whether you will wear your hero costume or not, because for some people it may be restricting."

"We're going there by bus since the training is going to be outside of the school grounds," he explains whilst he removes his hands that were propping himself up from the desk.

"That's all, now get ready."

TO NOTE

soooo updates are gonna be slower after this chapter because my holiday's ending! yayyyyyyy

but yeah updates will be slower and most likely too slow.

[tentoriwrites]

Between the Lines

After much badgering and poking from several people I have decided to try to keep writing and posting fanfics for the SLBP fandom. I have no agenda other than requests at this point until I see for sure. Considering I was able to do this one with some minor tweaks here and there I think it might be okay.

@dear-mrs-otome​ I told you it was a terrible idea! I thought this might turn into a songfic but it didn’t. But above is the song that spurred this whole shaboozie though.

Not everyone is good with their words. Not everyone can say exactly what they mean. For people like them to find love, sometimes they need someone willing to read between the lines... 

She was internally cursing herself for how much she was letting his words affect her. It must have been because she liked him, in some strange way. She had admitted this to herself weeks ago, but never had any intention of acting on those feelings. He was her boss and so out of her league… Understanding this fact didn’t make the feelings go away. Nor did it make his particularly biting criticism any easier to swallow today of all days when everything else had already gone wrong. She knew without him saying a word the mistake she had made and was already going back to fix it when he stopped her.

If that had been all she would have been fine. She could have soldiered on through her shift and been perfectly fine with the whole thing. But no, he hit her in a spot left vulnerable by the last guy she dated. She sniffled hard and gave her chest a self-conscious squeeze. She hated that she was still under the spell of that ass hole, but here someone else had said it and she couldn’t help but wonder if it were true… She sighed and tried to push those thoughts away.

She had a myriad of reasons to be especially emotional today. Everything had gone wrong from work to school and anything in between. She knew this was in no small measure hormones taking their toll on her otherwise buoyant attitude. But one could only take so many small things going wrong before it dragged them down. The straw that broke the camel’s back was forgetting or losing her keys somewhere. Locked out waiting for the landlord all she could do was sit on the stoop and lament her rotten luck in love and life, in everything. There was a crack of thunder that made her look up at the darkening sky.

“Perfect…” She muttered before sinking her head into her knees again. “Locked out in the rain…” One drop of water hit her head as she sobbed, makeup ruining with each passing tear. She knew there would be more so, she grabbed her bags and hugged them between her legs and body in an effort to keep them dry.

“I have to keep these notes my tutor gave me dry… I won’t be able to do my homework otherwise…” She muttered aloud not expecting a response. There was something relaxing about the rain hitting her back slowly. If she wasn’t being forced to sit in it on today of all days she would likely find it soothing. She just started to wipe the ruined makeup away with some tissues when someone broke the monotony of slow falling rain.

“You’re in the way.” Her whole body grew rigid as she sat up slowly. She knew that voice… She looked up and sure enough there was her boss hovering in front of her, umbrella in hand.

“Sorry…” She replied dumbly as she slid to the side of the stoop. Although he could have just gone in and left her, he wasn’t moving.

“Only a dullard sits outside when it is clearly going to rain soon.” There was a harshness she had grown accustom to in his voice that was missing. He was always so harsh with her at work but always made sure not to leave until she could complete the task perfectly. That’s why she never quit her job or looked for another one, despite his piercing words, her time with him had been extremely fruitful. But today she was too emotionally drained to stand it. In fact, she had just up and left in the middle of a shift without saying a word.

“I’m locked out…” She replied quietly as she dropped her gaze again. “Only a dullard loses something as important as their keys, right?” Her voice was positively crestfallen as she went back to taking all the makeup off. It was a rouse to distract herself from starting to cry again. A long, exasperated sigh drifted through the air before he sat down next to her.

“Surely, what I said earlier didn’t cause all this…” He gestured to her vaguely with his free hand as he held the umbrella over them with the other. He wasn’t looking at her though, his gaze was focused on the building across the street. “My criticism was not unduly harsh. Further, you have taken my criticisms far better in the past.”

“Your criticisms are always harsh.” She paused only long enough to crumple the tissues and stuff them in her pocket. “But you’re right about the things I do wrong when you do criticize me. I just… today…” He didn’t care. She knew he didn’t care about her problems or about how she always wanted to work harder to show him she could do it. How she wished he would notice her efforts from time to time instead of just her mistakes. She wanted so desperately for him to care, but she knew it was folly. So, she swallowed all the things she had wanted to say. “I’m sorry I just left like that. I’ll stay late tomorrow to make up for it.” As she folded back up on herself she caught a look at the time.

“Shouldn’t you be at the library still? You shift doesn’t end for another hour…” She glanced over at him and noticed a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Do not presume to make my clean up your messes anymore.” He muttered as he slowly held up her keys. She just stared at him mouth agape as the keys tinkled against each other. When she didn’t immediately take them from his hand he grew irritated. He grabbed her hand and yanked it over, but he had pulled far harder than was necessary and she was now leaning on top of him as he came to a stop against the stone railing.

“Just what exactly are you doing you… you… BRAZEN HUSSY!” He sputtered and spewed the words almost frantically but his efforts to remove her from his person were half-hearted at best. All the while his blush deepened. It was cute, she thought, as she took it in for as long as she could. Her straight laced and by the book boss always seemed so confident and in control. Yet here he was bashful and shy like a teenager with a… NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! NO WAY! She jerked herself off him and immediately looked away.

“Sorry, sorry! I wasn’t expecting you to pull so hard!” Not a lie, really. A long silence fell between them save for the rain on the umbrella and the sound of her boss righting himself. “Mister Ishida…” She finally said at last.

“We aren’t at work…” His voice was quiet and restrained. “You can call me Mitsunari outside of work.” That was a shock to say the least.

“Mister Mitsunari…” He let out a long, exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes.

“JUST Mitsunari. No Mister…” He finally looked at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do the same.

“Why are you still here, Mitsunari? You could have just given me my keys from the start and left.”

“You were in the way…” He muttered looking away again, an unreadable expression masking the complex emotions he really felt.

“I didn’t know you lived here… and your shift…” She cut in after she thought he wouldn’t finish.

“I didn’t get to finish!” He snapped irritably as his blush deepened. “Just now or before…” She looked at him confused a moment waiting for him to explain.

“You really don’t get do you…” He sighed again as he stared at the concrete sidewalk. “I suppose it can’t be helped…” He sat up straight as if he were trying to brace himself against an in coming tidal wave. “You were in the way of me completing my work.” It took a moment for the words to sink in.

“You… you were distracted because of what I did?”

“Yes… it was very bothersome and no matter how I thought about it I couldn’t figure out why. So, I decided to bring you your keys now and see if I could get any more information to further my understanding.” He explained very seriously. A blush creeped across her face at a rate similar to her mouth slowly falling open. Not possible… Mitsunari a crush… on her? And not even realize that’s what it was?!

“So, did you get your answers?” She finally asked as her curiosity overpowered her shock.

“Only more questions…” His reply was sullen and he seemed to be deep in thought. “Like why seeing you cry made my chest hurt. Or why I couldn’t just walk away…” It was becoming clear he wasn’t going to figure this out on his own.

“Mitsunari would you turn this way for a moment? Please?” He begrudgingly obliged and she seized the opportunity. Grabbing his coat collar, she pulled him to her sending the umbrella off and exposing them to the now pouring rain. Her lips found his easily enough. Though they were parted in preparation to deliver a scaving rebuke of her actions, they were now silent as she pressed against them.

“I like you too, Mitsunari.” She whispered as she pulled away. Her face darted to the side to hide her blush and only then did she notice her bookbag was getting soaked.

“Damn it! I really am an idiot!” She lamented as she pulled the bag up against herself trying to save the contents from total loss. “I needed those notes to do my homework…” Tears started to well up in her eyes as she smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand. At the same time the umbrella covered her again another hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her from hitting herself again.

“Your tutor is the real idiot. How you could learn anything from a second-rate teacher like him is beyond me.” His harsh tone was back though it was clearly not directed at her for once. He lowered her hand and finally looked at her, despite the blush on his cheeks. “I suppose it can’t be helped either. From now on you are not to go back to that tutor. Anything you need help with I’ll teach you.” He was so serious in that moment her heart skipped a beat. It seemed unfinished though, it almost felt as if there was more he wanted to say or do.

“Thank you… Is… is there something else?” She felt hopeful as she looked him in the eye.

“That thing with the lips…”

“A kiss?”

“I know what it’s called you, dullard!”

“Yes, yes…” She couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered face and voice.

“Your technique was terrible.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.” Next time seemed to strike him in an odd way.

“Not without some practice first.” Before she could even try to make sense of what that meant, his lips were on hers and every possible thought was plucked away…

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” He whispered when he pulled away. “You’re not a manju-chested simpleton with bean paste for brains.” He brushed the damp hair from her face and hooked it behind her ear. “You’re beautiful… even without all that unnecessary paste on your face.” She started sobbing again and his sweet demeanor faded instantly.

“Oh, hells now what?” He was clearly confused and exasperated as he started to pull away. She sniffled a few times.

“Sorry, I’m really happy is all, I promise.” His narrowed eyes searched her face seemingly to confirm what she said. “Why don’t you come up and I’ll make you some tea and let you dry off.”

“This had better not be a feeble attempt to seduce me… you… succubus…” He was pouting when he looked away and she giggled.

“I assure you, it’s not.” She mused as she reached down and picked up her keys from where they had landed on the stair between them. She consciously realized something she perhaps noticed long before. With Mitsunari, you sometimes had to read between the lines…

#slbp #slbp mitsunari #modern au #fanfic #fanfiction

[chocobroobsession]

When Showers Fail to Clean You

Author’s Note: I was literally taking a shower, shampooing my hair when I got this idea. Like, I could totally go for some shower loving, but alas, my shower is too tiny! Ah well, a girl can dream. Ignis X fem reader, NSFW, 2817 words.

When the two of you shopped for a new place to live, Ignis had two stipulations: a large bedroom, and a decent-sized shower. The bedroom request made sense. There was no hiding the fact that the two of you tended to spend more time in the bedroom than any other place in the house. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other long enough to occupy any of the other rooms for too long. Sometimes, he took you right then and there, wherever you happened to be, bedroom be damned.

You assumed his other stipulation would be a cavernous kitchen. Aside from the bedroom, Ignis Scientia spent a great deal of time concocting new recipes and whipping up magnificent dinners for the two of you. You were shocked when he mentioned the need for a roomy shower.

“Why?” You had questioned. “You don’t even take long showers in the first place. If anything, I’m the one who should be going over shower specifics, not you.”

He looked at you and smirked. “I’m not exactly short, love. I’m tired of our current situation where I have to bend forward just to feel the water on my face. The water at least rains down on you. I am taller than the shower-head itself.”

While he had a valid point, you couldn’t help but think he had ulterior motives, but you let it slide as the two of you house-hunted. You eventually found a place you both favored that met your stipulations and his, and you purchased it and settled down.

One evening, after a particularly brutal day at work, you trudged into the house, flicking on the light switch and tossing your belongings onto the bar. You started to lock and deadbolt the door, but you remembered Ignis wasn’t home yet. He had said it would be another one of his late nights at work.

You thought about just collapsing into bed, but the allure of a warm, therapeutic shower called to you instead. You walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. The shower was a colossal walk-in with dark blue tile and a rain-maker showerhead, complete with a line of jets that ran down the wall. You gave the water time to adjust as you peeled away each layer of clothing, feeling your burdens lighten as each article was cast aside.

Naked and shivering, you walked into the shower. The warm water felt glorious on your weary body. It felt as though your stress was washing down the drain with each passing minute. You leaned back, allowing the wall jets to spray your back in just the right spots, loosening the knots that had formed in the muscles. This was the next best thing to a massage. You applied face wash and dove under the stream. You didn’t hear when the door opened and Ignis walked in the bathroom, leaning into the shower to speak with you.

“Mind if I join you?”

His voice startled you and you would have slipped had Ignis had not caught you by the elbow.

“Whoa, there, love. It tends to get a little slippery in there,” he teased.

“Shit, Ignis,” you splashed at him. “I could have cracked my head open and died all because someone decided to sneak up on me!”

“I doubt you would have met your demise, but I do apologize. I’ll ask again, may I join you?”

You contemplated passing on the opportunity to shower with your man, being tired and not really in the mood for anything he might try to initiate, but you ultimately decided against it. Seeing him naked, even after all this time you’d been together, had you weak at the knees and you couldn’t help but indulge yourself. “Sure, get in here.”

He made a show of getting undressed. You knew he was attempting to get a reaction out of you, and it was definitely working, but you tried not to let him know that. You never did have a very convincing poker face. He removed his glasses and set them on the counter by the sink. He slowly eased his suspenders off his shoulders, staring you right in the eye as he did so. He placed the middle finger of one of his gloved hands in his mouth and bit down, languidly pulling the leather glove off. As he went to do the same to the other glove, you bit your lip. You hadn’t realized you were getting wet, and not just from the water. You rubbed your legs together to relieve some of the pressure, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

“Are you doing alright there, darling? I thought you were trying to take a shower. I’m trying to undress here but it’s hard to do so with you ogling me, making me self-conscious,” he offered a devilish grin as he slowly unbuttoned his pinstripe shirt and shucked it off.

Seeing his lean, muscular torso had caused you to go red in the face, pupils dilated. You shook your head to rid your mind of your explicit thoughts and attempted to turn your attention back to the jets pounding into your sore muscles, but instead you fixed your eyes below Ignis’s waist as he continued his strip tease. He ran his hands south across the planes of his torso until they came to rest at the top of his pants where he unbuttoned them.

He smirked and unzipped his pants at a turtle’s pace. Why was he taking so long to strip? You were practically drooling, waiting for one of your favorite body parts to make an appearance. He made to pull his boxer briefs down with his pants but he stopped right above his crotch and made it a point to stretch his arms towards the ceiling in an exaggerated yawn. His v-line was on full display along with the top of his groomed pubic hair. He was driving you insane and you couldn’t take another second of this teasing.

“Just hurry and take your pants off already! Sheesh, the water’s going to get cold if you don’t get in here soon,” you berated him.

Ignis ended the stretch and looked at you with a dead-pan expression as he unceremoniously yanked off the rest of his clothing. His throbbing cock sprang forth, finally freed from its cloth prison. He cocked one eyebrow. “Happy now?”

You sighed, trying not to stare at his erection. “Yes, now please get in?”

Ignis stepped inside and you moved over to allow him to wet down his body. Though there was plenty of room for him to get by, he purposefully slid against you as he moved towards the water. Delicious chills ran down your spine and a warmth pooled in your middle when you felt his twitching member brush your side. You almost caved and jumped him right there, but you forced yourself to practice self-control. You were going to get through this shower before giving in to him.

You stood back while he quickly washed his face before he turned back around to face you. “Aren’t you going to finish up? I thought you had barely started when I walked in.”

You had lost yourself again, watching the way his body glistened in the steam-filled space as the water cascaded over his toned form. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m just going to wash my body really quick.”

You grabbed your body wash off of the shelf in the corner and squirted some onto your shower poof. You lathered it up and ran the tool over the curves of your body. You knew he wanted nothing more than to get you hot and bothered, and it was definitely working, but two could play at that game. You made a point to stare into Ignis’s intoxicating green eyes as the scent of lavender filled the air. You took extra time to run the tool over your ample breasts, even taking a moment with your other hand to ensure you had a sufficient amount of soap on each nipple as you rubbed and tugged at the sensitive nubs. You couldn’t help but grin at Ignis, who was watching your every move like a hawk. Once you were sufficiently covered in foam, you pushed Ignis aside to stand under the water, making sure to run your hands slowly all over your skin to help rid your body of the suds. Just as you made to rinse between your legs, he grabbed your hand and tsked at you.

“You know, I think you could be doing a better job of this. This simply won’t do. You’ll never get clean if you continue on like this.”

“Oh?” You feigned ignorance. “If you’re so good, then show me how it’s done?”

Ignis roughly grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around, facing away from him. You started to protest but stopped as his hand moved between your thighs and you felt his fingers graze your slit. You moaned at the contact and spread your legs a little wider, leaning forward and resting your palms against the wall. Ignis leaned over you, your back flush with his chest as his other arm came to tweak one of your nipples.

“This is how it’s done, Kitten,” he growled in your ear.

Most of the soap had already washed off of your body during your little show, and he had pushed you out of the range of the jets, meaning that the wetness you felt between your legs was all your own. You bit back another moan as his digits delved between your folds. He pushed his long, nimble fingers all the way in to the knuckle and slowly eased them back out before diving in again. He pumped slowly while his other and massaged your breasts and mapped out your torso. You arched your back and lifted your ass towards him, allowing him full access to your dripping sex. Just when you thought you were at the cusp of your sweet release, he removed his hand and backed away.

You nearly dropped to your knees. You opened your eyes and turned towards your boyfriend, who stood there innocently licking his fingers.

“What?” He shrugged.

You glared back at him. You weren’t going to play his game anymore. Denying you your orgasm was cheating. You put on your best impassive expression and stepped back into the water, pushing him aside so you could wet your hair. “Nothing. Just going to wash my hair now.”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, eyes filled with love. “Let me help, darling.”

He grabbed your shampoo bottle and squirted a dollop into his hand. He motioned for you to turn around and you obliged yet again. He ran his fingers through your hair, massaging circles into your scalp and pulling the cleanser through your long tresses. You always loved going to the beauty salon simply because they offered a complimentary hair-wash and scalp massage at the start of each appointment, and you couldn’t help but notice Ignis’s long fingers did a better job than the professionals. You sighed and turned around when he finally pulled away. “Please rinse up, love. Don’t want to get soap in those pretty little eyes.” He tenderly kissed the tip of your nose. You scrunched it up, but returned his smile all the same.

After you finished rinsing off, you stared up at Ignis. “Want me to help you with your hair as well?”

“I’d love it.”

You tilted your head up and cleared your throat. “You know I can’t reach your head well when you’re standing, right?”

“Of course. How silly of me to forget.”

He knelt down, facing you as you lathered his shampoo between your hands. You leaned forward and ran your fingers through his locks. You massaged his scalp as you spread the soap all over his head. You released him and rinsed off your hands, expecting him to rise; only he didn’t. Before you could question him, he leaned forward, kissing your sex.

“Ignis!” you gasped. You leaned back, placing a hand on the wall for balance as you stood with your legs apart. He stared up at you with hungry eyes as he lapped and sucked at your clit. You bucked into his mouth and tried to think straight. You thought you were done with this round, but your body betrayed you. You simply could not get enough of this man.

“D-don’t you think you’ll get shampoo in your eyes if you s-stay like that?” you managed to stammer out.

He suddenly broke away and rose to his feet. Once again, you shook, only this time you did slide down to your knees on the tile.

“Ah, you’re perfectly right, love. Better rinse up!”

“How do you do it?” you shook your head.

“Do what?”

“Be rough and sexual one minute and then go back to sweet and innocent the next?”

“Self-control, darling. A skill you clearly have yet to master,” he chuckled. “Come on, let’s finish up our shower and then I’ll make us a light supper before bed, hmm?”

“Sure, sure,” you answered as you slowly got back on your feet. He was about to lather himself up in his soap when the idea popped into your head. This was going to be a game changer. “Ignis? Why don’t I help you? I can reach your back for you, at least.”

“Oh, alright. Thank you, darling.”

He faced away from you and you slowly ran your sudsy hands along the planes of his muscular back. You rubbed patterns into his spine as you traced it down to his ass. Your hands wandered down lower and gave him a slight squeeze.  He threw you a look over his shoulder.

You threw him an innocent grin. “Yes?”

“Nothing. Are you quite finished yet?”

“I believe so.”

He moved to rinse his back in the water before turning away from you again to lather up his front when you quickly wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your nose into his back.

You reached for Ignis’s cock with your right hand and began pumping him slowly. He gasped and dropped the bottle of body wash onto the floor. He was already semi-hard, and so it only took a few more pumps to bring his member to full attention. You raked your nails up and down the front of one thigh while you continued to pump him with your fist. He couldn’t hold himself upright; he leaned forward, pressing his palms against the shower wall, knees trembling.

“You know, getting a house with a big shower was a good decision. I’m so glad you thought of it. Otherwise, we might not have enough room for activities such as this,” you teased.

You ceased your movements, but kept a firm grip on his throbbing member. He bucked into your fist, turning his head down to the floor and groaning. You smiled and pressed kisses against his spine. He whined at the lack of moment from your part and continued to buck into your hand, trying to relieve himself.

After a particularly hard thrust, you released him, planting a swift peck on his back before hoping out of the shower and grabbing your towel.

Ignis growled at you. “That’s not fair!”

You rushed to dry off your body and wrap your hair in your towel. “I know. Finish cleaning yourself off and then come find me.” You threw him a wicked grin and sauntered out of the door.

Ignis wasn’t sure he could finish showering in his current state. He thought about just finishing the job himself, but that wouldn’t do. He snorted at the thought of hurrying up and begging you to relieve him. No, he was going to come on his terms and if anything, you’d be the one begging that night.

When he finally exited the bathroom, he found you laying on the bed you shared, head propped up against your pillows, knees up, and legs spread wide. You were circling your clit with one finger, watching as his nostrils flared and pupils dilated. You let your finger graze down your slit and slip into your folds before coming back up to rub against your clit.

“It’s funny,” you spoke in a sultry voice. “I came out here to dry off, but I still seem to be dripping in some places. Think you could remedy the situation for me?” You brought your finger up to your mouth and sucked, running your tongue around the digit until you released it with a loud pop. You eyed Ignis’s erection as he licked his lips and sauntered over to the bed.

“Yes, I do believe I have just the thing to help you out.” He then proceeded to bury his face between your legs and make you come simply with the use of his tongue.

#ffxv fanfiction #ffxv #final fantasy xv #ignis scientia #ignis x reader #my writing

[arukou-arukou]

Tony has to stay awake for a very long time for some reason, and when he finally is allowed to rest, he physically can't, so the rest of the Avengers (but especially Steve) take care of him until he can.

With two hours to deadline, Tony finally managed to unsnag the last line of code and send it through. A new smart AI bot, one designed for searching and detonating IEDs so soldiers wouldn’t have to, whirred to life and aimed its tiny periscope cam at him inquisitively, awaiting input. The right mix of AI–not so sophisticated that army programmers could turn it into an offensive weapon, but not so improbably slow that it failed to do its job. Three iterations ago it’d tried to bring the dummy bomb to Tony, and that was clearly a no go, so he’d started the code from the bottom up and programmed until the edges of his vision went blurry. It needed testing. Testing.

“Find,” Tony grunted and the bot happily rolled off to the mock test range. “Not perfect,” Tony murmured, slumping down against the table to watch. “Just functional. Just need you to do your job. Can tweak later.” It’s little treads bumbled across sand and rocks, grinding a little in a way that, just for a moment, sent Tony back five years in time. His fingers clenched compulsively at the table before he forced himself to let go.

In the sandbox, the little bot scanned back and forth with infrared and ground-penetrating sonar and blessedly, beautifully, it located the payload. The shovel arm activated and started digging. Tony nearly wept.

Time slowed to a molasses crawl as he watched and waited. The digging mechanism had to be calibrated just so. Too much force might set off the bomb prematurely, and while the bot was built to withstand most of the explosives it would encounter, the goal was also to mitigate as much damage as possible to save on long-term costs. At last the bot pulled his dummy bomb and began sending back data.

Tony swiveled to watch the bot’s feed, studying preliminary analysis from the computer’s suppositions and looking to see how close it got to guessing right. There needed to be human input at this stage to verify and validate, but if he could get the bot ‘s guesses at least 80% accurate, it would save soldiers precious minutes of exposure and danger in the field.

Line by line the profile appeared: likely composition, likely blast radius, size analysis, potential solutions. Not bad little bot. It wasn’t gauging size correctly–something was probably off in the camera aspect ratio, but that was easily fixed. Tony typed back orders and watched with eyes that felt on the verge of shriveling up into dried peas as the bot began procedure. It pried away the main engagement plate and started snipping wires. Beautiful. As dexterous as he’d hoped. And the test was going much better than last time, considering last time the bot had run right over the dummy bomb and technically blown itself up.

The bot finished the last of the disarmament protocol and swept its camera again, asking Tony for permission to return. He glanced at the clock. Hour-and-a-half to deadline. Beautiful. With a flick of his wrist, he typed in the commands for return, charging and self-diagnostic. It would be enough. It had to be. Tony needed it to be because he’d been awake…slowly he blinked at the clock and tried to focus. The numbers blurred in and out before sharpening and he sucked at his teeth. He’d been awake way too long, that’s what he’d been.

“J, lab’s yours. Get the specs and test footage to Pep and tell her to work her magic. Do not disturb orders on my quarters for the next four hours. I don’t want to hear or see anyone or anything unless the world’s ending, and even then, tell them to see if they can get Johnny Storm first.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Tony stumbled his way to the elevator, finally allowing himself to make the jaw-cracking yawn he’d been biting back for the last four hours. Now that the code wasn’t right in front of him, now that he had allowed his brain room to think of something other than the next string of numbers and letters, it felt like his bones were turning to concrete. His feet dragged and his fingers hung limp at his sides. The raw puffiness of his eyes seemed to get worse, especially when he stepped out of his dim lab and into the blindingly bright elevator.

JARVIS brought him to the penthouse without a word, and Tony emerged into a seating area lit only by the New York skyline. Late then. Late enough that the city seemed quiet. Maybe so late it was early. Tony had just been looking at a clock. Why couldn’t he remember what time it was?

On dragging toes, he slumped his way through the living area to his bedroom. No Steve. The bed was made, the sheets military flat. Tony would miss Steve’s body heat, but they didn’t always share a bed, so it wasn’t like he had any right to be disappointed or lonely. It was fine. Or at least it would be fine once was he was horizontal.

With fingers stiff and swollen from hours at the computer, Tony slowly peeled away his T-shirt and fumbled his way through his jeans’ button and zipper, shuffling out of the denim rather than pushing it away. He was afraid to bend over, what with the way his head was swimming.

“Getting too old for this, J,” he murmured, staring forlornly between the bed and the bathroom. He could go to sleep without brushing his teeth. It was an option. But he’d regret it when he woke up. He knew that much.

“With all due respect, Sir, perhaps it’s time to bring on a secondary R&D assistant.”

“Who’s,” Tony yawned over the “oo” and tried again. “Who’s gonna keep up with me?”

“I already have a list of several likely candidates, Sir. There’s a young woman at MIT, up-and-coming, who seems particularly promising.”

“Yeah? Well, put together a profile. Maybe–” another yawn “–maybe I can get to it tomorrow.” For a moment, Tony had to lean against the sink as his whole world tilted forward. He grit his teeth and waited the dizziness spell out, and then he picked up his toothbrush, smearing toothpaste on it at a snail’s pace. He brushed slowly, steadily, telling himself just a little bit more. Just. A little. Bit. More. And then it was down. His teeth were sort of clean. Enough to be bearable anyway. So he shuffled for his bed. It was almost as bad as being rip-roaring drunk, though at least this wouldn’t result in vomiting come morning.

With a final burst of energy, Tony flopped forward onto his mattress, groaning as his nose took more weight than it deserved. He barely had the energy to slither under the covers, but he forced himself to do it, jamming his feet (still in socks) down toward the bottom of the bed.

“Sleep” he whispered, turning onto his side and snuggling down. The sheets were cool and the scent of mint was in his mouth. Nice, beautiful sleep.

…

…

He’d thought, with the way his body felt, that he’d drift off right away, but from his nest under the covers, he felt suddenly wide awake. Wired awake. His leg started jumping a little, a nerve twitch in his calf that just wouldn’t go away.

“It’s just nerves,” Tony mumbled. Stupid contract. He didn’t want Hammer Industries getting it. Not Bain either. They’d try to weaponize it and that would be bad. Very bad. Had he checked the color protocols against the video footage? What if the bot had identified the wrong colors? What if, in the dark, it couldn’t make out color input? Tony hadn’t designed a night vision camera. Maybe he should–

He shook his head sharply. No. This was not the answer. There was plenty of time for tweaks later. What he needed right now was sleep. Even he could recognize when he was beyond being of any use to anyone, and he was there right now, already a lump of sleep-deprived meat.

“Sleep,” he said again, now a command. As if to make it a reality, he shifted in his bed, turning onto his other side and pulling the blankets into a tight burrito around him. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing. It was all going to be fine. Just get some shut-eye and then work on tweaks. And Clint’s arm guards. And a stronger stretch material for Bruce’s pants. Something flame retardant.

The night wore on and Tony tossed and turned, but his brain couldn’t seem to shut down. He could recognize it, in a distant sort of way. Nervous thought spirals that took him further and further down the rabbit hole. When he’d gotten them as a teen and in his twenties, he’d self-medicated into a stupor, but he knew how Steve felt about that. Tony was better than that, now.

So instead he tried every trick in the book. Counting sheep. Counting breath. Imagining he was a melting snowman. Tensing and relaxing focused muscle groups. Listing the periodic table. He never got far though. The thought spirals intruded again and again. For hours he fought it until, rumpled and so dry he felt like a corn husk, he peeked out from beneath his blanket and saw that the sun was rising.

“What the fuck?” he whispered, pressing his fingers into his eyes.

“Sir?” JARVIS asked, quietly, almost hesitantly.

“J, blinds.”

“Sir, shall I–”

“Blinds, please.”

The windows tinted to matte gray, trapping Tony in darkness. That made it so much worse. So so much worse. Without the ambient city light, he was in space, in the suit, falling, dying, alone. With a desperate wheeze, Tony whipped away his blankets, looking down at the arc reactor, touching its smooth face, pressing his palm to it to feel the steady thrum beneath. Too much. Too damn much.

Heart pounding in his chest, Tony rose and stumbled out of the bedroom into the main room. If he couldn’t sleep, he damn well wasn’t going to stay in the dark. He weaved back and forth to the kitchen, eyes on his feet, so of course he he ran straight into someone.

“Tony?”

Clint. That was Clint. Should’ve recognized the dog PJ bottoms. Tony blinked up and flinched when Clint took a literal step back.

“Holy shit, man, what happened?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Can’t sleep.”

There’s a clunk of glass on marble somewhere behind Clint, and with great effort, Tony raised his head. Oh god. They were all there. Team breakfast. Was it Sunday? It must be Sunday. Fuck fuck fuck.

Bruce was the first to move again, standing from his chair at the table. “Tony, you’re not looking so great. When was the last time you were able to sleep?”

“Uh…”

“JARVIS?” Nat asked, bypassing him completely.

“Sir has been awake for sixty-two hours and forty-seven minutes.”

“Jesus, Tony,” Clint breathed. Tony realized Clint’s hand was on his shoulder, but he couldn’t remember how it got there.

“Tried,” he said, tongue thick. It was hard to get the words out. “Tried last night. Laid in bed. Counted. Stuff. Couldn’t.”

As though a whistle had been blown, the team leaped into action. Clint slung his arm over Tony’s shoulders and turned to look at Steve. Nat was already at the refrigerator, pulling out a gallon of milk. Bruce brushed past them both going…Tony wasn’t sure where. He blinked and when next he looked, Steve was right in front of him.

“–ony? Tony?”

“Sorry. Can’t. Word.”

“That’s ok, Tony. We’re going to get some food and water in you and Bruce is getting you something to help you sleep. Then you and I are going to bed.”

“We are?”

“Uh huh.”

Clint steered Tony into a chair and a moment later, something heavy fell over his chest and legs. He looked down to see a length of heavy red fabric. Thor’s cape. He was wearing Thor’s cape. And under that he was…naked? Except for socks. He was still wearing socks. Not naked.

“Here Tony. Can you drink this for me? Got you a straw to make it easier.” Nat set down a mug of milk in front of him, and he nearly dropped it when he touched the ceramic. He wasn’t expecting it to be warm. But still, he sipped at it through the straw, trying to answer Nat’s quiet smile with one of his own. He didn’t feel like smiling. Or drinking. But he forced himself to. Something inside him slowly began unclenching.

“Here Tony,” Steve said, setting down a bowl of oatmeal with banana coins on top. “Try eating a little for me. Just enough to help settle you.” Tony tried to reach for the spoon only to have it swim just out of grasp. Like an eel. He frowned down and tried again but it stubbornly remained out of reach.

“Spoon’s swimming,” he muttered out loud and tried using both hands. Only Clint at his side managed to keep the mug of milk from becoming a disaster as it dropped away.

“Ok, buddy,” he murmured setting the mug out of reach. “Let me help you with that spoon. They’re tricky, I know.” He helped wrap Tony’s clumsy fingers around the spoon and then guided him through the first few bites of oatmeal. It was nice. Not too sweet. Not too hot. Warm and grounding in his stomach. He blinked and realized Steve was there, looking down with that sad smile that wasn’t quite a real smile, that little pinch of skin between his eyes.

“Good, Tony. How are you feeling now? A little more settled.”

He wanted to respond, he did, but he could barely keep his eyes open anymore.

“Ok, Tony.”

That was Bruce. Bruce was back. “I brought you some melatonin and mild muscle relaxant. I know you prefer not to have that kind of thing in your system, but you’re so keyed up, I worry you might not get to REM before your muscles wake you back up again. Will you take it for me?”

Tony nodded and opened his mouth numbly, feeling the soft acrid weight of pills on his tongue. Someone put the straw back between his lips and he swallowed convulsively. It was so nice and warm. He almost believed sleep was possible.

And then he was going up. There were arms under his shoulders and knees, a furnace of heat against his side. Thor’s cape draped over him in what was probably a ridiculously dramatic affectation. He would’ve laughed if he could’ve.

“Do not disturb orders. Nat, if there’s an emergency, you’re in charge.”

Was this what flying felt like? No. Tony had flown before. Flying wasn’t as soft as this. He cracked his eyes. When had they gotten to the bedroom? The bedside light was on, and in its soft orange halo, Steve was undressing, He glanced over and caught Tony watching. “Hey. Hey, you’re doing great. Just close your eyes for me. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Tony could feel a thought spiral pressing at the back of his brain, but he closed his eyes anyway because Steve had asked it of him. A moment later, the bed dipped behind him and there was heat at his back, a great swatch of warm naked skin.

“Just gonna help you relax a little more. You just keep your eyes closed ok. Go to sleep if you can.”

Steve hands were on him. Smooth, strong, sure. And then he started kneading. Gentle squeezes along Tony’s triceps, soft circles across his shoulder blades, firm strokes along his lumbar and glutes. The warmth seemed to shoot straight through him, setting off some sort of chemical trigger in his brain. Little by little, his limbs melted into the mattress.

“Great job, Tony. You’re doing great.”

Tony wanted to tell Steve he was great, he was sweet and kind and caring, and Tony loved him. He wanted to tell him all that. But his tongue was melting into his teeth and his eyes couldn’t stay open anymore. Under Steve’s gentle massage, he finally, finally slept.

#fanfiction #writing #tony star #steve rogers #steve/tony #stony #hurt/comfort #insomnia #avengers #rosefyrefyre

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Wrong Loves My Company Pt 6 (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I don’t have much to say on this one except THANK YOU to @writing-obrien per usual. She helped me soooo much with this one, because contrary to popular belief, I suck at writing smut.

Warning: SMUTTTTTTTTTTT.

Word Count: 4526

Parts 1-5 [Here]

It'd been a few weeks since Tyler had left. And as bad as it sounds, I'd almost forgotten about him. Dylan and I had been almost inseparable for days. Granted, we spent most of the time at his apartment. But it was the happiest I'd been. Sometimes it felt like Dylan knew me better than I knew myself. He knew just how to turn my day around. Like one day I had had a bad day at work, a bad day in general, really. Tyler and I had gotten into a huge fight via text about something that was so pointless I don't even remember what it was about. My boss yelled at me for something I didn't do and to top it all off, my apartment flooded because my shitty neighbors upstairs over flowed their bathtub.

What are you doing, kitten?

He texted me as my landlord told me that it could take up to three or four days to fix the problem and clean my apartment.

Oh you know, having the worst day ever.

What happened? He texted back, almost instantaneously.

As I typed out my ‘awesome’ day and hit send, I dreaded going to a hotel for half a week.

Stay with me.

The three words were so simple, but had my heart racing. He was waiting for me when I pulled up to his apartment, cigarette between his lips, leaning against the wall. He smiled when he saw me, stamping out his cigarette and walking towards me.

“Hi.” He smirked, grabbing my bag of the few clothes I was able to salvage from me.

“Hi.”

Ten minutes later I was in the bath that Dylan had drawn for me, full of bubbles, relaxing. I let the stresses of that day soak into the water and out of my body. A knock on the door startled me from my meditation. Dylan popped his head in, giving me a small smile.

“I come baring gifts.” He held up a glass of red wine,and I blew out a sigh of relief. He padded in, setting it in my hand. I smiled gratefully up at him.

“I'm sorry you had a bad day.” He murmured softly.

I took a huge sip of wine. “Me too.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked.

My first thought was to say no, but as soon as I tried to give a brief overview of the day’s events it turned into a full blown story. He laid the toilet seat cover down, sitting and mulling over my words. He seemed to be considering everything I said. He perked up his brows and scoffed all at the right times, making me feel valid in my feelings. When I was done, he let me stew for a few more minutes. He didn't say a word, just let me cool down before standing up and pulling a towel from the rack.

“Tonight sounds like an ice cream and awful horror movies night.”

I smiled at him, also standing and letting him wrap the towel around me. He helped me out, kissed my forehead and sent me on my way to get dressed while he set up the movie.

It was moments like that, that I had over the course of just a few weeks, that made me think that I might have stronger feelings for him than I'd ever intended. The thought shook me as we laid together in bed. His body was nestled around mine as I lay awake. I had to be to work in a about two hours, so I knew if I got up now I could make Dylan and I breakfast before I had to go. I tried, and failed, to inch out of bed, his arms pulling me back in.

“I have to get up, Dylan.” I giggled.

A slew of fake snores erupted from him, making me laugh even more.

“I'll be back.” I promised, trying again to wriggle away.

“Just call in.” He whined, pulling me back and kissing my neck.

“I can't.” I said unconvincingly as I leaned my head further to give him better access. “No sick time.”

“Quit then.” He teased, and I laughed.

“Said the musician to the girl with desk job.”

He was kissing my favourite spot, right where my shoulder and neck met and hummed sweetly.

“Stay.” He whispered into my ear, and I almost did. But I really did have to go. As nice as it would be to cuddle all day, duty called. Which is exactly what I told him. He groaned, finally letting up on his grip. I smiled, getting up and pulling out a pair of jean shorts out of my bag, to go with the usual one of Dylan's shirts I was wearing.

He was staring at me when I turned back to him and smirked when I caught him. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Today?” I asked tapping my chin. “I don't think so.”

He grinned a perfect grin and I headed out of the room before he had me second if I needed this job or not.

I hummed beneath my breath, one hand holding the pan steady as I scraped an egg onto the plate with the other. I smiled at my finished work and leaned over to turn the hob off. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and I jumped, a deep chuckle sounded behind me. He landed his chin in the crook of my neck as his body pressing against my back.

“Good morning, kitten.” He rasped, arms tightening around me as he kissed my cheek sloppily and I leaned into him, twisting my head to the side and pressing my lips into his. He deepened the kiss, turning my body and pressing me in against the sink. I dropped the pan and spatula on the ground and they clanked loudly against the linoleum. His hands locked on either side of me and he pushed the plates across the counter to the side, fastening onto my hips as he lifted me onto the surface. His rough fingers trailed along my bare thighs and played with the hem of his shirt, lips breaking away from mine.

“I don’t think you know just how much I love seeing you in my clothes.” He said, his breath washing against my face as he popped the button of my shorts.

”I don't even know why you put these on.” His lips were brushing mine as he spoke, his eyes roaming over my body and his rough palms trailed along the insides of my thighs, sparking a fire within me in seconds. He masterfully slipped my pants off my hips, letting them drop to the floor. His lips found mine again, rougher this time, while his tongue licked between the seam of my lips and finding mine. His hands kneaded my thighs for a while longer, tongues and lips lazily working together but when his hands slipped behind me to grope what he could of my ass, I lost it.

I groaned into his mouth, lifting my arms as he pulled the shirt over my head, discarding it with the growing pile on the kitchen floor. He pulled my knees apart, and settled his body between them as his bare chest pressed into mine. My fingers played with the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling at it teasingly. His lips trailed across my neck, sucking and licking the soft skin, careful not to leave any marks. I finally pushed the clothing hanging on his hips down, his cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen and I pulled back, laughing under my breath.

“Someone came prepared.” I teased, eyeing his hard on and he smirked.

“I'm always ready for you.” He quipped back, fingers tweaking my nipples as he spoke and I whimpered.

“The bed was cold without you, kitten.” My heart softened at his words. He'd never cease to amaze me. I pressed my lips back to his and they moved torturously slow over each others. I gasped when I felt his two fingers trail through my folds, forcing me to let out a breathy moan.

“I was making you breakfast. Eggs, bacon and sausages, you love that.” I said trying to keep up our conversation, which was coming increasingly hard.

“You know what I’d rather have?” He chuckled, dropping to his knees and throwing both my legs over his shoulders as he pulled me to the edge of the counter. His tongue swiped through my folds and I cried out, hands fisting his hair and tugging lightly as he hummed against me. The vibrations shot through me and my head fell back against the cabinets behind me. His tongue slipped down, pushing into my entrance and my back arched as I shuddered. The mangled noise coming from my mouth, uncontainable.

“Let’s play a game.”

His suggestion sent adrenaline coursing through my veins and he looked up at me from between my thighs, eyebrow raised and his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking hard.

“What kinda game did you want to play, Dyl?” I managed.

“I’ll write something with my tongue and if you guess it right, I’ll let you come.” I could feel his smirk against my thighs as his lips worked trailed along them, kissing and biting gently.

“You’re on, baby.”

His lips found my clit again and he pushed two fingers into me, curling them perfectly and stroking my walls as I mewled. His tongue darted out, licking through my folds and began tracing patterns as I moaned loudly. His name spilled from my lips as my mind hazed but I desperately tried to concentrate. He added a third finger, picking up his speed and I clenched around him.

“Any guesses yet?” He chuckled, the sounds shooting along to my core and hitting every nerve in my body as I cried out, practically purring for him as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Did you spell your name?” I tried and he laughed, standing up and pressing his lips to mine as his fingers twisted and pumped, teasing me horrendously. I could taste myself in every inch of his mouth and I whispered his name into his mouth, taking another shot at a guess. He smirked, his cock pressing into my thigh as he stood, fingers buried deep within me, bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

“I’m not that cliché, baby.”

“Something sexual?”

“Not really. I can feel how close you are, come on, kitten. You can guess it.”

I knew then what it was. Of course he would spell out kitten. What else would he do? I stuttered out the nickname as his fingers curled in me, making me clench tighter around him.

“That's right. My kitten.”

The way the unique-to-him pet name rolled off his tongue sent me spiralling over the edge and I came all over his fingers, hands tightly gripping his shoulders. His mouth swallowing my shouts as I spoke his name like a prayer and he grinned, pulling away and licked his digits clean.

His hands were wet and coated in his own saliva and they found my hips as he pulled me closer to him until I was balanced on the edge of the counter. He wasted no time lining himself up, pushing forward and bottoming out. His hips never stilled as he pulled out slowly, slamming back in again. My eyes rolled back, nails tearing red welts into the skin of his back as sounds so loud they could be counted as screams ripped from my throat. He grunted in my ear, biting my bare shoulder and holding my hips tightly as he moved, hips slamming into mine bruisingly and I was coming again in minutes, clenching around him and drawing his orgasm from him as his hips lost rhythm.

“I’m gonna- gonna cum.” He grunted, through clenched teeth.

“Cum.” I breathed.

A few more hard thrusts later, he pulled out, spurts of cum shooting out onto my thighs and the counter. I reached over, grabbing a paper towel and handing it to him. He cleaned himself and me, before crumpling the towels up, tossing them in the bin across the room. He leaned against me, kissing me softly. Our noses bumping, before he pulled away. He bent down, pulling on his sweatpants and stepped away to grab my clothes and hand them to me. I redressed as he picked at the breakfast I'd made for us.

“It went cold.” He murmured through a mouth full of food.

“That’s your fault. Coming in while I’m trying to cook you a nice breakfast just like I do every other day. But nooo, you had to fuck me against the counter.” I giggled and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, by the way, happy birthday.” He smirked, pulling me into a warm hug.

Tyler hadn't even mentioned my birthday when we texted. One of the many fights we'd had since he'd been gone was whether or not he'd be here for my birthday. Every time I asked, he complain that I knew when he planned this trip that he wouldn't be here for my birthday and I need to get over it.

“What do you want to do tonight?” He asked, pulling away again to nibble at the food.

“Isn't that your job to figure out?” I laughed, bustling around the apartment to find my things.

“Well yeah, but I need some ideas.”

I wiggled into my flats, giving him a pointed look. He pretended to not see it, making me smile. In fact, it wasn't his job to figure out. It was another person's who had no intention of attending any birthday festivities that I planned anyway.

“How about for my birthday, you were a different hat?”

I whipped his head to me, mouth half full of sausage, trying gage the seriousness of my request. I tried on my best poker face, but couldn’t fight the smile that protruded through. He dropped the sausage he was eating on his plate and wiped his hands clean.

“That's it, you've disgraced my Mets for the last time.”

I knew what was coming before he did it and took off running just as he started chasing me. I roared with laughter as I ran circles around the living room back in to the kitchen. He caught me as I tried to outsmart him as we challenged each other at the kitchen table. I ran the opposite way hoping I was faster than him, but he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into him. Then began the kissing and tickle attack.

“Okay, okay!” I managed through squeals of laughter. “I have to get to work.”

“No way, I got you now!” He said between kisses and finger tickles.

Loud banging on the door caught both of our attention, stopping the play instantly. I smiled devilishly at him knowing once he set me free, he would never catch me again. He knew too.

“I'll get it!” I said loudly, and he feigned a serious look but I could see his smirk through it.

He let go of me and I practically skipped to the door. I could feel his eyes on me as I turned the locks, he was plotting his moves for when whoever was at the door left. I opened the door, a huge smile on my face that almost dropped when I saw who was on the other side of the door. He was holding all his bags in his arms and he looked to be struggling to keep them all balanced. He grew a wide smile as his fell on mine.

“Tyler?!”

I tried to sound surprised, even though I was thoroughly shocked. He was the last person I thought I would see when I opened that door. But there he stood. Dylan rushed past me, helping Tyler with his bags and towing them back inside. I wasn't sure what to do, my mind was racing a million miles an hour.

“Happy Birthday, sex kitten.” He said warmly, I cringed as he brought me in for a hug. I could feel how ridged my body was and knew there was no helping it. I wasn't sure how I felt in the moment. I pulled away, a fake smile on my face.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, but the smile stayed on his face.

“I uh, I was just...”

I had no idea how to answer that question. We were caught! This was the moment Tyler would find out that his best friend and I had been fucking for the past week and a half. But it would go further than that. He'd analyze every interaction Dylan and I ever had together, only to find out this has been going on for months. Maybe not the physical part, but definitely the emotional part. I could feel my eyes prickling and my heart beat rapidly in my chest. I opened my mouth to tell him when…

“Her apartment flooded.” Dylan said. Tyler's eyes flashed to his friend then back to me.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?” He said, concerned, pulling me in for another hug.

“Yep.” Dylan answered for me again. “So it was either she stayed here or go to a hotel.” He was back in the kitchen stuffing his face with breakfast.

“Of course, I'd want her to stay here. Good lookin’ out, bro.” Tyler grinned, holding me tighter.

I glanced over at Dylan, who seemed nonchalant as ever. I swallowed thickly, wanting nothing more than to be out of this situation.

“Well, I am running late for work.” I pushed away from Tyler gently, grabbing my purse, and heading out of the still wide open door.

“See you tonight?” Tyler said, walking over to steal a piece of Dylan's bacon.

“Where else would I go?” I smiled, but meant the phrase literally.

“Bye.” Dylan waved, his tone different than I had ever heard it.

“Bye.”

I wanted nothing more than this work day to take as long as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was go home to Dylan and Tyler. I had totally forgotten about Tyler in the small time he was gone and that made me feel horrible. But the thought of not being able to go home and just exist with Dylan, broke me.

You see it wasn't as easy as just breaking up with Tyler because the truth was I still really liked him. Even though Dylan and I had developed feeling way fast, it didn't negate the ones I still had for Tyler. I could feel a headache forming as I tried to think this over.

Hey Sexy Kitty! I miss you.

I groaned.

Hey Kitten, are you okay?

I turned off my phone after that. Unknowingly, the two boys were both fighting for me and making me choose which one of them I wanted. But the problem was; I didn't know.

I stood outside of the boys front door for almost five minutes. Part of me wasn't sure if I should knock or not, even though the last week I'd always just walked in. After a few more seconds of thought, I finally decided just to walk in.

I had a sense of deja-vu when I saw the two of them sitting on the couch with each other. They both smiled at me as I dropped my stuff on the floor and sat in between them.

“How was work?” Dylan asked with a smirk.

“It was long and tiring.” I complained, “and my feet hurt.”

“Ah, I hate when that happens.” Tyler sympathised.

“Will you rub them for me, Ty?” I asked him, looking at him with my best puppy dog eyes.

“Babe, come on.” He whined.

I opened my mouth to begin the fight I knew was coming when Dylan spoke, stopping me.

“I'll do it.” He offered.

I looked at Dylan with furrowed brows. There's no way Tyler would go for that? He'd ask questions, he’d suspect something, he’d-

“Thanks bro.” Tyler grinned before settling back into the couch.

I wanted to be appalled by the lack of caring Tyler had but Dylan winked in my direction followed by his sexy smirk. I huffed, turning in my spot on the couch so my feet were in Dylan's lap and my head in Tyler's. I turned my head watching the tv as I felt Dylan pull off my flats. His hands kneaded my feet deliciously. I sighed as he moved up slowly, moving his fingers deeper into the tissue of my calves. I tried to just enjoy the massage and not think about where I really want his fingers to be. But I mistakenly glanced over at him and he smirked, that fucking smirk that meant that he knew what he was doing.

“I'm going to take a shower.” I announced abruptly.

I really did need a shower, but I knew Dylan's hands would surely only go as higher. But we had to be on our best behaviour now that Tyler was home.

“Kay.” Tyler said distractedly.

I rolled my eyes, even though he didn't notice. I smiled half-heartedly at Dylan before standing up and walking into the bathroom.

I had only been in the shower for a few minutes. Enough time for me to have gotten naked and have gotten the water to the perfect temperature. I stepped in, letting the hot water wash the day off of me. Even if only for a moment, I had to forget what was going on before I went insane. I couldn't keep this ruse up forever, there would come a time where I'd have to choose. But I didn't want too.

I couldn't.

I was so distraught by my thoughts that I barely heard the door open and close. And I almost yelled out when I opened my eyes to see Dylan poking his head out from behind the shower curtain.

“Dylan! What the fuck?” I hissed, grabbing my chest to make sure my heart was still beating.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay! You didn't text me back all day.”

I softened slightly, smiling and letting my hand fall from my chest as my heart rate turned back to normal. His lips however, were twisted into a soft smirk as he locked the door, stepping towards me. His eyes were locked on my wet breasts now I’d released them as I swallowed thickly. He pulled on the bottom of his shirt, dropping it to the ground and let his sweatpants and underwear follow as he walked towards me, hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly.

“I do like you wearing my clothes,” he stopped to take me in again. “But kitten, I have to say my second favourite you, is naked you.” He grinned, stepping into the tub and I backed up under the water, my hair sticking to my shoulders as I hit the wall.

“Second favourite?” I questioned and his eyes met mine, a sincerity in them, accompanied by a soft glow. “When am I your favourite me?”

“When you're mine.” He growled lowly, nose nudging mine.

My head moved towards the door, my first thoughts going to Tyler and what if he caught us. But his thumb and pointer finger locked on my chin, pulling my attention back to him as his lips crashed down onto mine. His other hand gripped my waist tightly and he pulled our hips together, his erection pressing into my stomach and I moaned lightly.

He pulled back, placing a finger over my lips gently and letting his breath brush over my face.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, kitten.” He teased and I raised an eyebrow, letting the nail of my finger scratch lightly across his skin as I trailed down his wet happy trail. His breathing hitched as my fingers wrapped around his cock, making me smile.

“I can be quiet. Let’s see just how quiet you can be, baby.” His lips were trailing along my jaw as I moved my hand along him slowly, and I smirked, letting my lips travel across his chest and hips as I slowly lowered to my knees, hands rubbing his thighs as his head fell back.

I blew cold air across his tip, the contrast to the hot steam on the room making him moan loudly and he cut himself off, biting down on his fist. I wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking gently and his other hand found my hair, bunching the wet threads in his hand as he held my head in place, hips cantering forwards as he set a rhythm he liked.

He tapped the back of my throat each time and I gagged slightly, my cheeks hollowing as I created a tighter environment for him and I could tell he liked it because his hand tightened in my hair, pulling against my scalp in a way that had me moaning and the vibrations sent him flying over the edge as he came, hot spurts of salty cum shooting into the back of my throat and I swallowed around him, dragging out his orgasm as his hips stuttered.

He helped me to my feet and connected our lips instantly, kissing me deeper than I'd ever been kissed before. The water flowed between us as our mouths moved as one. Finally, we parted both of us needing the air.

“What was that for?” I breathed.

“In case I never get to do it again.” He said, not meeting my eyes.

My stomach plummeted then, and I did the only thing I could think to do. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him into a hug. It was wet and slippery, but he needed it.

And so did I.

Later that night I lay in Tyler's bed with him. He had hinted he wanted to have sex a few times but I'd turned him down. I wasn't in the head space to even pretend to be into sex. My mind was troubled and worried and overwhelmed, unable to even process how I felt. All I wanted in this moment, was for someone to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I needed Dylan. But that wasn't going to happen. It's not like I could just tip toe out of Tyler's room and slip quietly into Dylan's.

Wait. Why couldn't I do that?

So, against my better judgement, I did it. When I closed the door behind me in Dylan's room, I could barely make out his body in the dark. But his light snores were familiar and comforting and I couldn't get in the bed fast enough as nuzzled my body into his.

He stirred sleepily, wrapping his arms around me. He wasn't awake, it was just his natural unconscious reaction to my body being next to his.

“Dylan.” I whispered sweetly.

“Hm?”

I was surprised he answered at all, but it made me smile anyways.

“Dylan, I don't know what to do.”

He wrestled around, pulling me impossibly closer to him. “Just stay with me, kitten.”

And so I did.

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Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars

aka, the time when everything goes downhill and bellamy just goes down.

(or, bellamy called clarke princess again so obviously i had to take that and run  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

wc: 2 417 rated: E read on ao3 here

“If you keep frowning like that, you’re going to get stress lines before you’re thirty.”

Clarke doesn’t even bother to glance over at Bellamy, who’s leaning against a tree and definitely not helping while she looks for the herb they came for.

“As if you’re one to talk,” she scoffs.

“I have a youthful glow,” he shoots back. “I’m going to continue looking twenty three even when I’m well into my forties.”

“If you live long enough to be forty,” she mutters under her breath.

There’s the sound of his foot hitting the undergrowth as he stands straight once more. “Clarke,” he says, the fond teasing cadence of his voice from before all but gone now.

“I know, I know. Stop talking about death so much.”

“You need to loosen up, princess.”

“I have no idea how to that.”

She can hear him shuffling around until he’s right behind her and she turns to look up at him, his overgrown fringe falling into his eyes like a sheepdog’s.

“Well,” he starts, “You can read a book, take a walk, try to knit. Maybe even join Harper for some beat time on the train dummy.” He pauses and then throws her a wicked smirk. “And there’s also sex of course.”

She doesn’t quite choke on nothing, but comes fairly close to it.

“Come again?”

“That’ll help loosen you up even more.”

“Bellamy.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “It was just a suggestion.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not one I can take seriously,” she says mulishly, trying to keep her pout at bay, “I don’t exactly have a line of suitors waiting at my door.”

He’s silent for a moment, long enough that Clarke actually glances up at him to make sure he’s okay.

His eyebrows are knitted together in a slight frown, the kind he usually gets when he’s trying to work out a difficult problem. Finally, he meets her eyes again and says, almost hesitantly underneath his mask of bravado, “Well, I’m always here to lend a helping hand if you need it, princess.”

Clarke actually chokes this time, and it feels like all the breath has been knocked out of her.

“Really.”

“I’m here at your service,” he says, eyes dark, dropping to her mouth when she gnaws on her bottom lip. “Whatever you need.”

“You talk big game, Blake,” she says, albeit shakily as she neatly steps away, though not before her hand grazes against his lower stomach. There’s a muscle jumping in his jaw, and she has to bite back a smile, leaning against the hood of the rover.

Never one to be outdone, Bellamy saunters forward until he looms over her, an indolent smirk making itself known.

“Is that so?” he rumbles out, resting his hands on either side of her hips atop the rover, effectively caging her in.

Clarke lifts her chin, looking him dead on in the eye. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” she hums, lifting a hand to delicately stroke it over the pulse fluttering in his neck.

His own hand comes to trace her jaw, soft and delicate as if she was made of glass. She wants to scoff; Bellamy of all people should know that she’s not some porcelain doll to be guarded at all times. But then he tucks back an escaped curl, letting his fingers drift over her chapped lips, and a pang of longing hit her, so strong that she finds herself leaning into him.

“Maybe I should,” he murmurs, eyes hooded and dark, and then he’s leaning in to close the gap between them.

For all the teasing words between them, the first kiss is tentative.

It is tentative, and soft, and she can feel the silent question mark tacked on the end of it when he begins to pull back, nose bumping into hers.

Clarke pulls him back by the collar before he can get too far though, rolling up on her toes and pressing him close. He actually groans when her hand slides into his hair, and the kiss turns heady, open mouthed and desperate.

There was a fire underneath her skin, burning and tingle, blazing even higher when he finally hauls her against him, her softness matching up with the hard planes of his chest. The arm that had snaked its way around her waist rises higher, pressing the boning of her corset into her skin, and gasps out loud at the bite.

“Take it off,” she says, voice husky and raw when he traces over the lacing with shaky fingers.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, undoing the knot faster than she thought possible, hands dipping beneath her shirt before the corset it even hits the ground. They go immediately to her breasts, grabbing and squeezing through the worn fabric of her bra, and she fucking keens, thrusting her chest forward. His mouth slips onto her jaw, and he mutters a curse when his thumbs sneak into the cups to brush against her nipples.

“Off, off, off,” she chants under her breath, head thrown back in bliss while he buries his face in her neck, all scraping stubble and wet mouth.

“Later,” he promises hotly, tweaking her nipple one more time before his hand slides down the length of her torso, fingers dipping beneath the lip of her pants. “First, I wanna taste you.”

And, god, if her panties weren’t wet before, that would’ve done it.

A low whine leaves her throat when she hears the metallic rasp of the zipper, and Bellamy huffs out a laugh against her neck, a hand sliding to her ass and giving it a good squeeze.

“Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, tracing distracting patterns down her stomach.

Her hips cant forward of their own accord. “Not eager,” she says, voice wobbling. “You’re just a tease.”

He tuts, pressing a whisper of a kiss to her jaw before pulling back. “Well I should fix that immediately then,” he says, fingers curling in the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling them down ever so slowly as if he were unwrapping a present. It makes Clarke shudder, even more so when he finally sinks to his knees, all red lips and mussed hair, painting a pretty picture.

“Patience, princess,” he whispers, after she whines again, mouthing the crease where her hip meets her thigh, “I’ve got you.”

A breathy moan flows past her lips when she feels his breath ghost over her, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into her outer lips and making her tremble.

His eyes are molten when he glances up at her beneath his fan of lashes, sending a brand new wave of heat skittering down her spine. “This okay, right?” he asks, flicking his thumb slowly over the hood of her clit.

“Yeah,” she sighs, eyes fluttering shut at the annoyingly gentle pace he’s set, “So fucking good.” Her legs widen of their own accord, and he rearranges her so that one is thrown over his shoulder and the other is spread to the side. Her boots are still on, she realises, but he doesn’t let her think about it for more than a second, leaning in and sucking a mark on the inside of her thigh, and she can feel her heartbeat pulsing in her body.

She’s two seconds away from being totally and completely wrecked, and he hasn’t even touched her in earnest as yet for fuck’s sake.

“What do you want, princess?” he asks, his voice reduced to a low gravel while he continues to rub her clit in firm, tight circles, chipping away at her sanity with each turn. “Fingers, mouth, both?”

“Ah, fuck, both,” she pants, already writhing in place atop the hood of the rover. She digs the heel of her foot in between his shoulder blades, trying to draw him closer. “Put your mouth on me, Bellamy. Please.”

“As you wish,” he says with a smirk that she’d normally itch to wipe off his face. Instead, it just makes her moan low in her throat, hips lifting up in an attempt to rock up into his his mouth.

She’s dripping when he finally licks into her, a broad swipe of his tongue all the way up her slit, and her hands immediately go to his hair, anchoring him there. Bellamy groans, a low, obscene noise from the back of his throat when she pulls, and it sends a new wave of wetness through her, her cunt tightening around nothing.

“Fuck,” he grunts, before his hands land on her ass with a resounding smack. She startles at the contact at first, but then he’s kneading into her flesh, soft sensual strokes that go in time with his tongue, and she finds herself whimpering, hips jerking up in search of friction.

He takes pity on her at last, switching from long, flat licks, to closing his lips around her clit and sucking while a solitary finger teases the entrance of her cunt before slowly pushing in.

“Shit,” she breathes, muscles clamping down on it almost immediately, and he sentiments are echoed by Bellamy as he pulls away, rearranging himself more comfortably on the rough forest floor.

His mouth and chin are wet, and he’s breathing heavily as he looks up at her through hooded eyes, finger still massaging her inner walls. Clarke’s no better off, spread out like his own personal feast, skin stained pink with pleasure, sweat gathering all over.

“Like that, princess?” he asks with a smirking, slowly pumping it in and out.

She can only nod, especially when he takes it upon himself to rub that soft patch of nerves that she can never reach on her own, making her spasm.

“Want another one?” he asks, and he doesn’t even wait until she’s finished nodding, slipping another finger in with ease, pumping them with renewed vigour.

“Oh god, Bellamy,” she cries, her legs almost clamping shut around his fingers, only to be stopped by his free hand.

“Gotta give me some room to work here, princess,” he says, wicked mouth curled up in a smirk. “Don’t worry, next time you can run show.”

“I’m- ah- I’m holding you to that,” she says, voice hitching as he picks up the pace, mouth once more latching onto her clit.

He’s all out teasing her now, long, careful swipes of his tongue, alternating between flicking her clit and sucking on it. Clarke feels like an elastic band pulled taut, that fire licking up her insides burning brighter and higher, and it’s only a matter of time before she snaps, especially if Bellamy continues like that, carefully memorising and bookmarking each of her reactions.

When he adds another finger, her mind goes white, and she’s pretty sure she keens at the sudden feeling of fullness- a sweet, stinging fullness that has her seeing galaxies in her back of her eyelids and gasping out his name as she slid further to the edge, just waiting for that final push that’ll take her there.

“I know, princess, I know,” he croons, grinding his thumb into her clit, “I know what you need. But you’re not going to come yet, not until I’ve properly tasted you.”

He pulls his fingers out with an embarrassingly wet sound and she only gets half a whine out before he fucks her open with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, hands slipping from his hair to grasp at his shoulders as she slumps over him, body wound tight. It’s only his hand, a bruising force against her hip, pinning her in place, that stops her from falling off the rover completely. “God, Bellamy.”

It’s ten times rougher than he was with his fingers, and he makes a hungry sound against her cunt when she cries out, voice harsh and panting in the open forest. He’s so rough and so good to her, all wet mouth and unrelenting fingers, that she begins to come almost immediately.

Clarke doesn’t scream, not quite, but she does black out for a moment of complete bliss, pleasure humming in her veins, and when she comes to, Bellamy is still lapping at her, cleaning her up with little kitten licks until she grabs him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him up.

He goes willingly, groaning into her mouth when she licks the taste of her cunt off his mouth, a little sloppy and messy, but her limbs are still shaky from the mind blowing orgasm, so she can’t be blamed, not really.

“You are far too good at that,” she breathes, once they pull back for air. Her hands have returned to his hair, carding through it and trying to work out the knots that she put there in all her twisting and pulling.

He flashes her that lopsided smile, the one she loves so much, and says, “I’m taking that as a compliment,” before leaning back into kiss her again.

It starts off chaste, even though she can feel him hard and hot against her hip, but then Clarke opens her mouth underneath him, and Bellamy groans low in his throat, licking into her. She can still taste the tang and salt of herself on his tongue, and she just groans again, deepening the kiss as her hand drifts down to grasp his belt.

Their interrupted by the harsh crackle of static from the radio before they can get any further however, and they both pull back, breathing harshly.

“We should probably be getting back to camp,” he says regrettably, dropping his hands from her waist.

She makes a sound of displeasure, twisting her face. “Probably,” she sighs, sliding off the rover and into his space. She’s still half naked, pants in a crumpled, sad heap a couple paces away, but Bellamy keeps his eyes on her face.

“Raincheck?” she offers, palming him through his cargo pants and throwing a cheeky grin over her shoulder as she steps away to get the rest of her clothes.

He comes up behind her when she bends down to pull up her pants and grinds into the curve of her ass, both of them groaning with it. “Definitely,” he growls, nipping her earlobe before stepping away.

By the time she’s got her pants on and in place, Bellamy is already making his way back to the driver’s seat, fucking whistling as he goes, and she can’t help but smile as she lets her eyes trail up and down his figure.

Raincheck indeed.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #my writing #nai did a thing #smut #i posted this last night but i forgot to post it here #to be continued #hopefully #mouth like heaven kisses like stars

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Psychological Struggles Entrepreneurs Face And How To Overcome Them

You’re an entrepreneur – an individual who doesn’t let fear become a paralyzing factor. Daunting odds and discouraging investors don’t stop you from achieving your dream. You are an Alpha in a sea of people warning you to never break the status quo. You have values, talents, and gifts to offer the world. There are seemingly unconquerable obstacles that come complimentary with the life of an entrepreneur – but you already know that, and it doesn’t scare you off. That’s why you’re here. But depending on the stage of your business ventures, some of these obstacles and mental barriers may arise. Don’t panic. You’re still the entrepreneur you know yourself to be. These obstacles are all things we as humans struggle with in creating something of value in such a competitive, busy world. I’ll walk you through these common obstacles and ensure that they’re merely speed bumps on the way to your success. 1.     “Where Do I Start?” If you’ve already embarked on the long, arduous process of deciding the type of business you’re looking to get into (fashion, drop-shipping, kitchen goods, etc.), then congratulations! You’ve gone further than 90% of the entrepreneurial population. Now comes the even harder part – actually taking that first step to turning your idea into a tangible business. It may be that you don’t have enough knowledge of your market, or maybe you aren’t familiar with the technical aspects of creating and maintaining an e-commerce store. In these cases, you’ve lucked out. In the age of the Internet, there isn’t much information you can’t access. Maybe it’s a decisive issue; you can’t make up your mind on whether you’re ready and motivated enough to take the plunge. Don’t worry, this is common. But, you can’t let it push your aspirations to the side. One of the most important qualities a successful entrepreneur can have is a sense of urgency. Whether that urgency arises after a traumatic incident like a divorce or being fired from your job, you can’t ever lose it if you want your business to continue growing. There’s a world of hungry people out there – make sure you never become a full one. Motivation comes in many shapes and forms. Whether it’s exercise, meditation, keeping your finances to a minimum to induce that hunger, etc., just make sure it’s dependable and sustainable for you. 2.     Marginal Benefits While the entrepreneurial legends devoted every waking moment to their businesses, that isn’t always possible for us. You may have a family to support. A degree you’re still earning. Your business model could be slow in the initial stages and you may not have the financial cushion to take huge risks. Whatever the case, if you have to start your business on the side, you have to make sure you’re allotting enough time and effort for it to thrive. This means taking a highly disciplined, highly methodical look at your decision making in regards to time management. You have marginal benefits that come along with making decisions, and you also have costs. Our natural psychology typically leads us to take action and make decisions when the marginal benefits outweigh the costs. Take for example, your living space. Every day it gets a little bit dirtier with dust, water bottles, little pieces of trash, dishes, etc. We could take five minutes out of each day for basic cleaning, but you don’t. You usually wait – wait for the grime to significantly show, the bottles to pile up, and the sink to get full before we start cleaning – and then it takes us two hours to finish. This happens because, at first, we don’t see the benefit of fixing small inconveniences worth the time in the long run. The marginal benefit isn’t worth the cost. Yet, when it gets unbearable, the brain decides our quality of living is worth taking the extra hours out of the day to clean it all up. The marginal benefit outweighs the cost. What does this have to do with your e-commerce site? As an entrepreneur, it’s crucial you reevaluate this natural decision-making process. Your business needs to thrive, and there are a lot of little tasks that need to be done over a long period of time in order to build your venture into a successful, profitable business. Eventually, you should hire out other people to complete these small tasks so you can focus on big, money-making moves. But until then, it’s on your shoulders, and being the slightest bit lazy will compound into business-killing excess. These things won’t show you any returns immediately, which is why it makes this one of the hardest psychological obstacles to push past in the e-commerce world. Things like choosing the proper products to sell online, setting up ads, publishing blog posts, (heck, building a blog!), developing social media channels, etc., all takes time, and provide hardly any instant gratification. But, in the long run – if you do these things daily, and conquer this mental barrier – it’ll pay off and be the building blocks of your brand. 3.     The False Productivity Façade This is a super common problem that affects e-commerce entrepreneurs especially. This is when you feel like you’re doing something useful… but the action really does nothing to further your business goals. The biggest culprit: tweaking your website. Customizing the layouts, rewriting the copy, adding new photos – you can spend TONS of time messing around and updating your website. But, is it really furthering your goals? In the beginning stages of your business: no. Eventually, once you have a following of readers, website redesign can compound that audience and show them you are evolving with the times. But as I said, in the beginning you have to simply get your website up and done. Try to move on without looking back… you’ve got plenty of other high-level tasks to do. At the end of the day, it’s all about revenue. Is your site gaining traction in your niche? Are you getting visitors? Most importantly: are you getting sales? Just get your site up, interact with real people, and get them to make some real purchases. 4.     Failure vs Momentum It’s easy to stay motivated and productive when you finally see results. On the flip side, there’s nothing more discouraging than the massive amount of failure you first encounter when launching an e-commerce business. Momentum is the good stuff, the kind of things that push you forward and make you want to keep hashing away at your work. Things like seeing a boost in traffic, ranking higher for your keywords in SEO, and being sought after as an influencer. Failure is the drudgery that keeps e-commerce entrepreneurs from continuing their dream. And it’s rarely failure in the large sense, but small setbacks that make your work feel hopeless. This is the kind of stuff that causes most people to give up after a few months. Things like posting a really great article that drives no traffic and gets no exposure, or sending emails for guest posts and asking for product reviews only to get radio silence. So, how can you cope with failure? In the words of Craig Ballantyne, author of The Perfect Day Formula, “fail forwards.” Also, consistency. In the face of denial, you’ve got to keep hammering away. One of the best ways to do this is by creating a written plan that details how you’re going to market your site: How many bloggers you’ll contact for product reviews, backlinks, guest posts, etc. Marketing your e-commerce site ultimately comes down to a numbers game. The longer you stick it out, the more attention you bring, the higher your sales will be. Again, nothing builds more momentum than pure revenue. Building a successful online platform and selling great products is a long and arduous road filled with more mental barriers than most people can handle. But you’re an entrepreneur. It’s never going to be easy. That’s why you love it! And also why only a select few in this world are successful. Don’t let any of these psychological obstacles keep you from building your dream – because at the end of the day, these obstacles can’t stand up to your determination.

Anthony Aires Chief Executive Officer

Real Deal Productions, LLC Prosperity Publishers, LLC

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Psychological Struggles Entrepreneurs Face And How To Overcome Them

You’re an entrepreneur – an individual who doesn’t let fear become a paralyzing factor. Daunting odds and discouraging investors don’t stop you from achieving your dream. You are an Alpha in a sea of people warning you to never break the status quo. You have values, talents, and gifts to offer the world. There are seemingly unconquerable obstacles that come complimentary with the life of an entrepreneur – but you already know that, and it doesn’t scare you off. That’s why you’re here. But depending on the stage of your business ventures, some of these obstacles and mental barriers may arise. Don’t panic. You’re still the entrepreneur you know yourself to be. These obstacles are all things we as humans struggle with in creating something of value in such a competitive, busy world. I’ll walk you through these common obstacles and ensure that they’re merely speed bumps on the way to your success. 1.     “Where Do I Start?” If you’ve already embarked on the long, arduous process of deciding the type of business you’re looking to get into (fashion, drop-shipping, kitchen goods, etc.), then congratulations! You’ve gone further than 90% of the entrepreneurial population. Now comes the even harder part – actually taking that first step to turning your idea into a tangible business. It may be that you don’t have enough knowledge of your market, or maybe you aren’t familiar with the technical aspects of creating and maintaining an e-commerce store. In these cases, you’ve lucked out. In the age of the Internet, there isn’t much information you can’t access. Maybe it’s a decisive issue; you can’t make up your mind on whether you’re ready and motivated enough to take the plunge. Don’t worry, this is common. But, you can’t let it push your aspirations to the side. One of the most important qualities a successful entrepreneur can have is a sense of urgency. Whether that urgency arises after a traumatic incident like a divorce or being fired from your job, you can’t ever lose it if you want your business to continue growing. There’s a world of hungry people out there – make sure you never become a full one. Motivation comes in many shapes and forms. Whether it’s exercise, meditation, keeping your finances to a minimum to induce that hunger, etc., just make sure it’s dependable and sustainable for you. 2.     Marginal Benefits While the entrepreneurial legends devoted every waking moment to their businesses, that isn’t always possible for us. You may have a family to support. A degree you’re still earning. Your business model could be slow in the initial stages and you may not have the financial cushion to take huge risks. Whatever the case, if you have to start your business on the side, you have to make sure you’re allotting enough time and effort for it to thrive. This means taking a highly disciplined, highly methodical look at your decision making in regards to time management. You have marginal benefits that come along with making decisions, and you also have costs. Our natural psychology typically leads us to take action and make decisions when the marginal benefits outweigh the costs. Take for example, your living space. Every day it gets a little bit dirtier with dust, water bottles, little pieces of trash, dishes, etc. We could take five minutes out of each day for basic cleaning, but you don’t. You usually wait – wait for the grime to significantly show, the bottles to pile up, and the sink to get full before we start cleaning – and then it takes us two hours to finish. This happens because, at first, we don’t see the benefit of fixing small inconveniences worth the time in the long run. The marginal benefit isn’t worth the cost. Yet, when it gets unbearable, the brain decides our quality of living is worth taking the extra hours out of the day to clean it all up. The marginal benefit outweighs the cost. What does this have to do with your e-commerce site? As an entrepreneur, it’s crucial you reevaluate this natural decision-making process. Your business needs to thrive, and there are a lot of little tasks that need to be done over a long period of time in order to build your venture into a successful, profitable business. Eventually, you should hire out other people to complete these small tasks so you can focus on big, money-making moves. But until then, it’s on your shoulders, and being the slightest bit lazy will compound into business-killing excess. These things won’t show you any returns immediately, which is why it makes this one of the hardest psychological obstacles to push past in the e-commerce world. Things like choosing the proper products to sell online, setting up ads, publishing blog posts, (heck, building a blog!), developing social media channels, etc., all takes time, and provide hardly any instant gratification. But, in the long run – if you do these things daily, and conquer this mental barrier – it’ll pay off and be the building blocks of your brand. 3.     The False Productivity Façade This is a super common problem that affects e-commerce entrepreneurs especially. This is when you feel like you’re doing something useful… but the action really does nothing to further your business goals. The biggest culprit: tweaking your website. Customizing the layouts, rewriting the copy, adding new photos – you can spend TONS of time messing around and updating your website. But, is it really furthering your goals? In the beginning stages of your business: no. Eventually, once you have a following of readers, website redesign can compound that audience and show them you are evolving with the times. But as I said, in the beginning you have to simply get your website up and done. Try to move on without looking back… you’ve got plenty of other high-level tasks to do. At the end of the day, it’s all about revenue. Is your site gaining traction in your niche? Are you getting visitors? Most importantly: are you getting sales? Just get your site up, interact with real people, and get them to make some real purchases. 4.     Failure vs Momentum It’s easy to stay motivated and productive when you finally see results. On the flip side, there’s nothing more discouraging than the massive amount of failure you first encounter when launching an e-commerce business. Momentum is the good stuff, the kind of things that push you forward and make you want to keep hashing away at your work. Things like seeing a boost in traffic, ranking higher for your keywords in SEO, and being sought after as an influencer. Failure is the drudgery that keeps e-commerce entrepreneurs from continuing their dream. And it’s rarely failure in the large sense, but small setbacks that make your work feel hopeless. This is the kind of stuff that causes most people to give up after a few months. Things like posting a really great article that drives no traffic and gets no exposure, or sending emails for guest posts and asking for product reviews only to get radio silence. So, how can you cope with failure? In the words of Craig Ballantyne, author of The Perfect Day Formula, “fail forwards.” Also, consistency. In the face of denial, you’ve got to keep hammering away. One of the best ways to do this is by creating a written plan that details how you’re going to market your site: How many bloggers you’ll contact for product reviews, backlinks, guest posts, etc. Marketing your e-commerce site ultimately comes down to a numbers game. The longer you stick it out, the more attention you bring, the higher your sales will be. Again, nothing builds more momentum than pure revenue. Building a successful online platform and selling great products is a long and arduous road filled with more mental barriers than most people can handle. But you’re an entrepreneur. It’s never going to be easy. That’s why you love it! And also why only a select few in this world are successful. Don’t let any of these psychological obstacles keep you from building your dream – because at the end of the day, these obstacles can’t stand up to your determination.

Anthony Aires Chief Executive Officer

Real Deal Productions, LLC Prosperity Publishers, LLC

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Psychological Struggles Entrepreneurs Face And How To Overcome Them

You’re an entrepreneur – an individual who doesn’t let fear become a paralyzing factor. Daunting odds and discouraging investors don’t stop you from achieving your dream. You are an Alpha in a sea of people warning you to never break the status quo. You have values, talents, and gifts to offer the world. There are seemingly unconquerable obstacles that come complimentary with the life of an entrepreneur – but you already know that, and it doesn’t scare you off. That’s why you’re here. But depending on the stage of your business ventures, some of these obstacles and mental barriers may arise. Don’t panic. You’re still the entrepreneur you know yourself to be. These obstacles are all things we as humans struggle with in creating something of value in such a competitive, busy world. I’ll walk you through these common obstacles and ensure that they’re merely speed bumps on the way to your success. 1.     “Where Do I Start?” If you’ve already embarked on the long, arduous process of deciding the type of business you’re looking to get into (fashion, drop-shipping, kitchen goods, etc.), then congratulations! You’ve gone further than 90% of the entrepreneurial population. Now comes the even harder part – actually taking that first step to turning your idea into a tangible business. It may be that you don’t have enough knowledge of your market, or maybe you aren’t familiar with the technical aspects of creating and maintaining an e-commerce store. In these cases, you’ve lucked out. In the age of the Internet, there isn’t much information you can’t access. Maybe it’s a decisive issue; you can’t make up your mind on whether you’re ready and motivated enough to take the plunge. Don’t worry, this is common. But, you can’t let it push your aspirations to the side. One of the most important qualities a successful entrepreneur can have is a sense of urgency. Whether that urgency arises after a traumatic incident like a divorce or being fired from your job, you can’t ever lose it if you want your business to continue growing. There’s a world of hungry people out there – make sure you never become a full one. Motivation comes in many shapes and forms. Whether it’s exercise, meditation, keeping your finances to a minimum to induce that hunger, etc., just make sure it’s dependable and sustainable for you. 2.     Marginal Benefits While the entrepreneurial legends devoted every waking moment to their businesses, that isn’t always possible for us. You may have a family to support. A degree you’re still earning. Your business model could be slow in the initial stages and you may not have the financial cushion to take huge risks. Whatever the case, if you have to start your business on the side, you have to make sure you’re allotting enough time and effort for it to thrive. This means taking a highly disciplined, highly methodical look at your decision making in regards to time management. You have marginal benefits that come along with making decisions, and you also have costs. Our natural psychology typically leads us to take action and make decisions when the marginal benefits outweigh the costs. Take for example, your living space. Every day it gets a little bit dirtier with dust, water bottles, little pieces of trash, dishes, etc. We could take five minutes out of each day for basic cleaning, but you don’t. You usually wait – wait for the grime to significantly show, the bottles to pile up, and the sink to get full before we start cleaning – and then it takes us two hours to finish. This happens because, at first, we don’t see the benefit of fixing small inconveniences worth the time in the long run. The marginal benefit isn’t worth the cost. Yet, when it gets unbearable, the brain decides our quality of living is worth taking the extra hours out of the day to clean it all up. The marginal benefit outweighs the cost. What does this have to do with your e-commerce site? As an entrepreneur, it’s crucial you reevaluate this natural decision-making process. Your business needs to thrive, and there are a lot of little tasks that need to be done over a long period of time in order to build your venture into a successful, profitable business. Eventually, you should hire out other people to complete these small tasks so you can focus on big, money-making moves. But until then, it’s on your shoulders, and being the slightest bit lazy will compound into business-killing excess. These things won’t show you any returns immediately, which is why it makes this one of the hardest psychological obstacles to push past in the e-commerce world. Things like choosing the proper products to sell online, setting up ads, publishing blog posts, (heck, building a blog!), developing social media channels, etc., all takes time, and provide hardly any instant gratification. But, in the long run – if you do these things daily, and conquer this mental barrier – it’ll pay off and be the building blocks of your brand. 3.     The False Productivity Façade This is a super common problem that affects e-commerce entrepreneurs especially. This is when you feel like you’re doing something useful… but the action really does nothing to further your business goals. The biggest culprit: tweaking your website. Customizing the layouts, rewriting the copy, adding new photos – you can spend TONS of time messing around and updating your website. But, is it really furthering your goals? In the beginning stages of your business: no. Eventually, once you have a following of readers, website redesign can compound that audience and show them you are evolving with the times. But as I said, in the beginning you have to simply get your website up and done. Try to move on without looking back… you’ve got plenty of other high-level tasks to do. At the end of the day, it’s all about revenue. Is your site gaining traction in your niche? Are you getting visitors? Most importantly: are you getting sales? Just get your site up, interact with real people, and get them to make some real purchases. 4.     Failure vs Momentum It’s easy to stay motivated and productive when you finally see results. On the flip side, there’s nothing more discouraging than the massive amount of failure you first encounter when launching an e-commerce business. Momentum is the good stuff, the kind of things that push you forward and make you want to keep hashing away at your work. Things like seeing a boost in traffic, ranking higher for your keywords in SEO, and being sought after as an influencer. Failure is the drudgery that keeps e-commerce entrepreneurs from continuing their dream. And it’s rarely failure in the large sense, but small setbacks that make your work feel hopeless. This is the kind of stuff that causes most people to give up after a few months. Things like posting a really great article that drives no traffic and gets no exposure, or sending emails for guest posts and asking for product reviews only to get radio silence. So, how can you cope with failure? In the words of Craig Ballantyne, author of The Perfect Day Formula, “fail forwards.” Also, consistency. In the face of denial, you’ve got to keep hammering away. 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Occultus (M)

Title: Occultus

Rating: Mature (18+)

Pairing: Hermione Multi, main pairing: Hermione/Snape

Summary:  Hermione is seventeen and back at Hogwarts after the fall of the Dark Lord. Struggling to go back to 'everything as normal', she uses the Time Turner and travels back to the Marauders era. Lost in both time and her own past, Hermione must fight through the lures of Dark Magic, self-indulgence and lust before she and the future she comes from are lost forever.

Occultus

By Lilah Montgomery

Chapter 1

31st October 1977

The dormitory bed creaked as he finally climbed on top of her.

More than half an hour of bringing her higher and higher with his mouth and clever fingers had preceded this intimate act, an hour of kissing and grasping at clothes as they made their way here before that. Hermione was filled with an almost feral desperation, legs wrapping around him, fingernails scratching lines into his flesh.

How was it he was doing this to her?

Dark magic?

His brilliant mind?

Did it matter anymore?

Hips crashing together, moans and gasps from both participants. A declaration of love from him, a cry of ecstasy in return from her.

He felt so good, she could not deny it. She broke from kissing his collarbone to stare longingly into his obsidian eyes. They held in them a million swirling thoughts and feelings, all intermingling with pleasure and power.

She adjusted their angle with a slight tilt of her pelvis and was overwhelmed as he hit the perfect spot inside her. Frantic gasping followed as he drove into her, right to the edge, then right over into blistering heat and technicolour.

The force of it silenced her. Her breath was trapped in her lungs and her mind swam with bliss.

He was so perfect. How could she have not seen it before?

Her dark haired lover slowed his pace and moaned into her shoulder before stopping with a sharp gasp. His body became as relaxed as hers and for a few minutes, ragged breathing was the only sound.

Hermione pulled her head up and embraced him against her. She tightened her legs around his hips and kissed his dark head. He returned the affection with kisses wherever he could reach.

We're seventeen, we could do this all night! Hermione reminded herself,

Her lover pulled his head up, breaking their embrace. He stared into her eyes, the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"You are beautiful, Rose," he told her gently. "What are you going to do to me?"

Hermione felt him slip out of her and watched, almost sadly, as he stood up and stretched.

She pulled his sheets over herself and considered her answer very carefully.

"Severus Snape," she replied, "I'm going to save you."

~0o0~

A mirror can serve perfectly as a window to a person's future. Big bags under the eyes in the reflection: today will be a struggle for you. A winning smile and a 'good hair day' in the reflection almost promises a pleasant time of it for that person. This may go some way to explaining why they are used so frequently in the wizarding and muggle worlds alike for uses beyond fixing smudged lipstick. Be it "Mirror mirror on the wall…" fairy tales, communication via magic portals, revealing one's darkest desires or used in Divination- a wholly, often misunderstood branch of magic practised only by those gifted.

Hermione Granger, at the age of seventeen, should perhaps have been more cautious of the power of mirrors as hers smashed in front of her one summer morning.

1st September 1998

"Bollocks."

"What was that?" Ron called up the stairs.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh and started collecting the pieces of glass now scattering the floor.

"Just some glass, I'll sort it!" She called back. She retrieved her wand from her dresser drawer and wordlessly charmed the glass to form a soft, reflective putty which slithered itself into the wastepaper bin. She grinned triumphantly and threw the plastic frame in with it.

Hermione tugged her wild curls into a neat-ish bun and grabbed her bag as she made her way down the stairs.

Mrs Weasley was waiting for her in the kitchen, pretending to be hand washing a jug in the sink. The jug was quickly forgotten in the soap suds as Hermione walked through the door.

"You're up, dear!" The older witch fussed, pulling her by the arm to the table. "Did you sleep well? Are you excited to go back to Hogwarts today? I can write to Professor McGonagall if you're not quite ready? Ron said you broke a glass?"

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"It was just a makeup mirror, Mrs Weasley. I've been meaning to make a better one anyway." She explained.

Mrs Weasley nodded, unconvinced, and waved her wand over the table. Toast, jam and a variety of fresh fruit appeared before Hermione's eyes. Dropping into a chair, she tucked in greedily.

Hermione had been staying at the Burrow for the last few weeks of summer. She had gone initially saying she would help with the repairs but in actual fact had wanted to spend time with the youngest Weasley brother-her friend turned lover, Ron.

"If you need more time, dear, I do think they'd understand. After what you went through…"

The matriarch's voice broke slightly and she stopped talking for a moment. Hermione stopped eating, knowing the woman was silently reliving the battle which claimed one of her sons.

"Well, if you want me to come and get you at any point, you know how to reach me." Mrs Weasley added. She started charming some of the pots to clean themselves and stopped speaking while a grateful Hermione finished eating.

The younger witch magically cleared away, enjoying the fact she could use her wand outside of school, grabbed her bag again and went to join Ron and Ginny on the bench outside the front door.

The pair stopped talking when they saw her and each greeted her warmly, Ron even standing up to hug her. She sat down with them and stared out at the meadow behind the rickety house.

"How's mum?" Ginny asked. Hermione shook her head slightly and continued to stare ahead.

"She's still fussing a lot and clearly doesn't want me to go back." She replied.

Ginny made a noise and shook her head in a matching gesture.

"Nor me," she said, "I think she wants everyone around her at the moment."

"I'm staying." Ron piped up. "Harry says he'll come and stay for a while too while we work out what we're going to do with ourselves now."

Hermione was awash with pure exasperation but held her tongue. Ron and Harry's decision not to return to Hogwarts to complete their schooling had been the source of many a row over the summer, leading to her realising that perhaps she and Ron were not as suited as she had thought.

Hermione saw herself as competitive and ambitious, she did not understand her boyfriend's lack of drive to study for his NEWTs or to take the opportunity to amass more knowledge.

She smiled weakly and stayed quiet.

She felt Ron squeeze her hand and her eyes met his.

"You don't have to go back either, you know…" he suggested.

The witch laughed and pulled her hand away.

"I'm sorry, Ron, but if you think I'm going to carry on with my life without a NEWT to my name, you have another thing coming! Besides, if I want to continue my work with SPEW then I need to get a decent job at the Ministry, they won't hire someone without the credentials."

The red-haired boy looked shocked for a moment, then crestfallen.

"The Ministry? I'd hoped you'd want to maybe stay home and raise a family...in the future, I mean…"

Ginny shot him a warning look which Hermione noticed and he shrugged his shoulders quickly.

"What I meant was, I'm surprised you want to work there and not stay here with us, that's all…" He spluttered.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and let the suggestion of no career pass. She mentally added it to the ever-growing list of reasons they did not have a future together.

~0o0~

The journey to the train had been relatively cheerful, though the goodbye at the platform was extremely emotional. Mrs Weasley broke down in tears several times and kept grabbing hold of Ginny, refusing to let her go.

George, who had chosen to take a year out to be with his family, held her back as the girls boarded the train.

"Write to me?" Ron called after Hermione before the door was closed. She assured him that she would and sat with Ginny in an empty compartment, finally able to express excitement about going back.

She sat by the window after changing into her robes and broke a chocolate bar in half to share with Ginny.

"How was your summer with Harry? Are you going to miss him?" Hermione asked.

She noted the hesitation before Ginny answered.

"Of course," she said, "It was really nice but I'll be glad to get away for a while… give me some time to grieve…"

Hermione's heart broke a little. With no siblings of her own, she could only imagine what Ginny was going through. She decided to change the subject and produced The Advanced Book of Potions from her bag. Opening the page, she touched the handwritten note gently: Property of the Half-Blood Prince.

Ginny craned her neck to look and stared at Hermione quizzically.

"It was his...Snape's…" Hermione explained. "He was a bit of a genius, even as a schoolboy…." She stroked his pen marks again with her fingertips. "This book was his. Harry accidently inherited it and gave it to me. He's improved all of the potions with tweaks here and there and since I can't learn off the Professor anymore…"

"You weren't there when he was Headmaster, Hermione, so I wouldn't expect you to understand, but the less I hear about that 'genius' man the better!"

Hermione was slightly taken aback but then remembered the stories of torture and fear which had occurred at the school the year before. Ginny and those left behind had endured trials as traumatic as herself and her friends on their quest for the Horcruxes and it showed on the younger witch's face.

Hermione quickly shut the book and tidied it away. She pulled out her Runes book instead and opened it to study.

She glanced up at Ginny after a few minutes and saw silent tears slipping down the younger girl's face.

~0o0~

Hermione sat on her four poster bed that night in Hogwarts, flicking through the Half-Blood Prince's potions book.

She had thought that the familiar castle and grounds would fill her once more with a sense of stability and belonging, but instead, the witch found herself buried under memories of all those who had been lost just a few short months before.

Some faces from the past were welcome: Neville and Luna had both greeted her so warmly she felt her heart may burst and Hagrid had lifted her clear off the floor in a massive bear-hug.

Others were not so welcome. Draco Malfoy had also returned and had given her a curt nod of his platinum head and left it there.

Her mind swam with the faces she would never see again around the castle. Remus Lupin, Fred Weasley, Albus Dumbledore and of course…

"Severus Snape…" She whispered to the pages before her.

It was odd. She had never considered herself 'attached' to her former Potions Master, yet somehow, with his old school book providing an insight into his clearly brilliant mind, Hermione found herself disappointed that she would not have the chance to learn from him or know him better.

The pages had scribbles ranging from ordinary to profound; spells, curses and the odd word or phrase which Hermione did not understand or recognise. Some had little tags next to them: "For Enemies…" or "Work in Progress". Others were written with strings of numbers or symbols next to them.

Hermione rubbed her eyes, suddenly aware that it was getting late. She shut the book but held it close to herself, deep in thought.

She wondered silently, as she stared at her reflection in the dark window, how she was supposed to carry on as normal when everything felt so far from it…

~0o0~

The harsh sunlight hit Hermione's eyelids as it flooded in through now fairly familiar windows. The term had barely started and yet she was enduring her third hangover of the year plus an altogether not unpleasant drunken memory…

She giggled slightly as she recalled Malfoy stroking her silky bare legs under the table as the other seventh years were distracted by a drinking game. His warm palms had caressed her, working their way teasingly close to the bottom of her short lace dress, yet never quite reaching where she had started to wish they would wander.

His eyes had locked with hers as she sipped the fire whisky he had bought her...seeking permission? Daring her? She could not be certain. Perhaps she would never find out.

She listened to Ginny's soft snores from the other side of her bed and sighed.

Her flirtatious rendezvous with the young man previously her enemy had ended abruptly as word reached her that Ginny had "rather overdone it" and needed to be taken back to the castle. Hermione had got them both back and bundled Ginny into her own bed for safe-keeping while she sobered up herself.

She wondered in her morning-after haze whether or not Snape would have invented a potion to cure hangovers.

He probably wasn't a drinker… she reasoned, thinking back to the cold, controlled man she had known.

Her head swam as she sat up but she fought on and dressed, gathered her school things and left for the potions dungeon.

~0o0~

"Good Morning, Hermione, dear, how are you?"

Horace Slughorn, Potions Master and Head of Slytherin: kindly, attracted to the rich and powerful, far too upbeat for Hermione's liking.

She smiled a weak smile and took her place near the front of the class. Draco Malfoy had already sat down and glanced up at her as she sat.

Slughorn smiled around the room and gestured to the potion sat bubbling on his desk.

"Today, we are going to start to brew Wolfsbane Potion. Can anyone tell me about it before we begin?"

Hermione ignored the looks she was getting and averted her gaze to the floor. Having been so excited to show off her knowledge before, it just wasn't the same without Ron staring open mouthed at her or Harry grinning proudly.

"Anyone?"

Draco Malfoy put his hand up and started answering, his voice sounding a little gruff after the drinking and lack of sleep.

"Wolfsbane Potion is known to allow the Werewolf to keep their mind during transformations so they do not become a wild animal and bite anyone who comes into contact with them. It was discovered by Damocles Belby who is the uncle of Marcus from our last year in Ravenclaw…"

Slughorn smiled broadly, though winced a little at the mention of Marcus. Hermione remembered the old man being disappointed that Marcus was not in touch with his famous uncle anymore, a fact which led to Marcus' invites to further 'Slug Club' meeting getting 'mislaid'.

Hermione also remembered Slughorn boasting about how he had taught Damocles "...everything he knew…".

"Ah, Damocles. I was his teacher, you know." the old man started up while making his way to the potion on the front desk. "I taught him everything he knew!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and smirked. She fished her copy of Advanced Potion making out of her bag and set herself up near a cauldron.

She discovered the Wolfsbane potion on her page was annotated as usual in Snape's scrawling handwriting.

"Now, everyone. This is extremely advanced potion making. No one but myself and Damocles has been able to produce it from scratch, therefore the exam will focus on theory as well as method after the ingredients have been collected and treated. At no point will you be expected to produce this on your own."

Hermione's mind took her back to her third year and she would have stuck up her hand, were it not for Draco Malfoy making an appearance beside her.

"Snape could do it too. Saw him make it for.…" the youth muttered to her.

Hermione nodded. "And Lupin." She added.

Draco took the cauldron beside her and unpacked his things, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he did so.

"Why are you cutting lengthways?" He whispered after a while. "The book says-"

"I know. Why don't you do your own."

The two continued to work in silence for a few more minutes before Draco spoke again.

"About last night," he said, "things got a bit….I don't normally do that, particularly with girls of your…"

Hermione glared at him, daring him to mention her blood status.

"...background." He finished.

The witch rolled her eyes and groaned.

"I thought maybe we could have a Butterbeer or something this afternoon. If you're not busy…?"

"I'm seeing Ron at the moment, actually," Hermione snapped, stinging a little from his 'background' comment. The Slytherin stood with his mouth open for a moment before angrily slicing his herbs.

"I see," he replied, "you must have forgotten that last night since you didn't mention it once and let me make a fool of myself."

The witch held back a haughty response and reflected instead. She debated silently how best to answer before finally doing so.

"I was enjoying your attention," she admitted, "you're handsome and it was thrilling since Ron and Harry wouldn't approve. I think I liked the naughtiness of it….but we couldn't be more than a grope in a pub, Draco, not after everything...and your family would never approve of me if anything came of it. Probably best if we just shake hands and leave it there?"

Before he could answer, Hermione gathered her remaining ingredients and left him at the workbench alone.

If Hermione Granger could see her reflection in a mirror as others were starting to see her, she would see the cracks forming all over her once neat image. She would watch as, piece by piece, little shards had come away leaving her looking lost and incomplete.

She was held together by her inner strength determination to succeed, yet a looking glass cannot be held together by will alone and the next little tap could see the whole thing shatter…

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