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[pummedraws]

"F.I.L.W.T.O.Y.I.Y.M (or 'the most complicated medical term of all time for falling in love with your alter ego')", a MarcSteven Fanfic (going to be explicit)

In which Marc Spector, who is definitely not selfish, wants Steven to have his own body. Steven gets to live his own life then, after all - explore all the things he wants to do without Marc being in the way. ...That it also makes Steven real, able to be pulled into more of those wonderful hugs they've shared in the Duat (and to be looked at without the need of close-by reflections, with Marc possibly getting the chance to even touch him, smell him, feel him) is just a neat little side-effect of the whole thing.

More tags to be added with upcoming chapters!

>>Read on AO3!<<

I finally decided to post this fic on socials - tumblr for now - and I hope some people will see it and (hopefully) enjoy it! I am still currently working on it, but it's getting close to the 'main event' :3.

It's my first MarcSteven fic and boy, am I hooked on them.

I'd LOVE for it to be shared, just so that people who are still in the fandom can perhaps see it and enjoy it if they are interested. ♥

[spidybaby]

Silenced

Summary: Gavi noticed how suddenly you became quiet and shy around him. Thinking he did something bad, he confronted you about it.

Warnings: cursing.

Gavi and you are opposites. Everybody knows it.

You are an extrovert, you love to be around people, you love talking, you love attention.

Gavi is an introvert, he's shy, he's quiet, he prefers when people talk and when the attention is not on him.

You say that's what makes you perfect for each other. Because you motivate him to be more open and he calms you down when you need.

It's like having the best of both worlds, that's what his parents would say.

"Y/n, you are here!" Aurora runs to hug you. "I thought you were in Sevilla."

"I was, but I wasn't going to let you spend your birthday without me." You hug her tightly. "Open your gift."

She pulls you to the couch, opening the gift as soon as you hit the cushion. "No way!" She smiles. "You didn't."

"It was hard to get, I'll admit." You say. "But I know how much you wanted it." You hug her again.

"Thank you, you are the best." She kisses your cheek. "By the way, Pablo is with dad and mom. He's pouting, so I think you can fix that."

You laugh with her. Walking over to the garden where family and friends are. You walk slowly to Pablo, he was watching something on tik tok.

You sit next to him, his parents smiling at how distracted he is. "Hola, preciosa. It's so good to see you." His father says.

"Pablo, serve some water to Aurora's friend." His mom says, trying to get him to notice you.

He left the phone on the table, grabbing a cup and serving some water. He hands you the cup with his eyes still on the screen.

"Gracias, Pablo." You say, about to laugh at how cute he looks all focused.

He lifts his eyes, looking at you. "Guapa!" He smiles. The table laughed at how his eyes got shinny and his mood got better.

The rest of the evening, he didn't separate. He didn't look at his phone. He was focused on hearing you talk about your vacation trip and your last days at sevilla.

He loves hearing you talk, he finds all your stories very interesting. He loves how your eyes shine when you talk about the memories you made.

"Hola, Pablo." A elderly woman says. Touching his shoulders.

"Hola," he says in a serious tone. "This is my girlfriend, Y/n." He introduced you. You wave to her, smiling. "Y/n, this is my aunt Paloma."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

She sat in the chair in front of you two, talking with Pablo senior. You two keep talking, well you keep doing it.

"I got that recipe of those cookies you liked." You smile at him. Telling her all your plans. "I think I can make it for you, I just need some ingredients. And I saw this tik tok of a very healthy and non sugary glaze for cookies that you will love. Now that you are back on your diet, I think I can make the cookies more healthy with some organic ingredients." He smiles, knowing that you supported all his restrictions.

"I'm going to go get some juice. Do you want some?" He asks. Getting up from his seat. You nod, thanking him. "Be right back."

You check your phone, you answer some texts from your family, and answer some dms you got after posting a story with Pablo.

"You are such a sweetheart." His aunt says. Making you pay attention. "Isn't she one Pablo?"

"She is." His father smiles. "She's such a nice girl to our Gavi."

"But my oh my, sweetie." She laughs. "You like to talk, I don't know how you do it. I feel lightheaded just by hearing you ramble."

You shily smile, knowing you do talk a lot, and that can be stressful for some people. "Sorry." You say.

"Maybe that's why Gavi likes her." She says to his father. "He gets to be the quiet one like he always was."

They laugh, making you blush. You know you sometimes do talk about a lot of things in one moment, but Pablo never complained.

"Don't get me wrong, cupcake." She says, still laughing. "He totally likes it."

You smile. Pablo has no problem hearing you rambling all night if that's what you wanted to do.

"Here's your juice, Princesa." He says, taking a seat next to you again. You thank him, and he got closer to kissing your shoulder. "Now, why don't you tell me again about that museum you visited in Paris?"

You smile, turning fully to him to tell him again about your adventure at the Louvre museum.

"Fermin, can you get me a bottle of water too?"

Pablo and his friends from La Masia were at his house, they were visiting Pablo and having a little goodbye party for Marc.

You weren't there to bother, but Pablo invited you to go out with him and his sister and you were a little early, so they asked you to joined them.

"Hola, sorry about crushing the party. I was a few blocks away, and it made sense to just come by."

They all say hi back and tell you to enjoy with them the rest of the time they'll be there.

"Hi Marc, sorry to intrude your goodbye party."

"Hola, no biggie, sit and enjoy some cake." Marc smiles. "Gavi, get her some cake."

Gavi walks over to the table where the cake is placed, cutting a piece for you. You loved chocolate cake, so he gets you a big piece.

"How are you, Y/n?" Fermin asks.

"I'm good, been busy lately, college pre courses and things like that. How are you feeling after the Euros?"

"It was amazing, winning and being able to share my first tournament." He smiles. "Gavi wasn't there, but I know he will come back, and we will play together."

You love the relationship Fermin and Pablo have. They all have an amazing brotherhood. La masia really made them a family.

"What courses are you taking?" Fermin asks.

You began telling him about the pre courses you were taking to be able to graduate early.

If someone loves hearing other people talk apart from Gavi, was Fermin. He enjoys a good talk, being able to have long conversations.

So, to him, it was nice that you extended the conversation as long as you wanted.

You tell him everything, literally everything, and he asked things here and there for you to explain.

Hector is seated next to Marc, who is in front of Fermin and you. He was paying attention to the conversation.

"Hey, Guapa." Gavi says, getting your attention. "I forgot your drink." He smiles, handing you a soda can.

"Thank you, I'm thirsty." You joke with him. Making him chuckle, walking back to Ansu.

Hector is someone who's brutally honest. He had no filter when he wanted to say something. Not that it's bad, but sometimes he just says what he thinks without processing the words.

"You must be." He laughs. Making you turn to him. "After everything you told Fermin. You've been talking for a good ten minutes without stopping."

You look down to your untouched cake. Feeling shy about being called out for talking too much by two people close to Gavi.

"God, maybe that's why Pablo never talks." He jokes, not sensing that you don't understand he's joking. "Because he must be tired for you."

That makes Marc and Fermin laugh, they did understand the joke. But they don't notice how you don't laugh or smile.

"Sorry, I sometimes get carried away with conversations." You say, eating the cake and not lifting your sight to hide the fact that your eyes got glossy.

They talk with each other for a little bit. You excuse yourself to move upstairs. You don't feel like talking anymore.

You always got told to shut up by people around you when you were little. Always sensing the discomfort of people when you joined a party or a new group.

That changed when you met your friends from college, they encouraged you to talk and to be as open as you want with the stories you wanted to share.

And when Pablo and you met, at first you were careful, trying not to show how "crazy" you were by literally throwing words up.

But once you were in full trust mode, you started with the talking. Pablo then confessed that he loved how much you talked.

But lately, you were getting the comments you used to get. Feeling like you needed to be quiet and just say a minimum of ten words or less.

Thing you forced yourself to do, only ten words every time someone asked you something you made yourself answers with few words.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Pablo asks. Closing the door behind him.

"I was -" You stopped. You know he's very quick to get angry, and if you tell what happened, he was going to shout at Hector. "I just gave you space to be with your friends." You fake smile. "Go back, I'll have you tonight."

You kissed his lips and then pushed him out of the room. "I'll make them leave so we can spend some time alone."

"Don't" you point at him. "Go enjoy your friends."

But Pablo didn't mind hurrying the party to an end. Letting the others pick the mess while he watches.

"Thank you for everything, bro." Marc says, hugging him. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too." He says, smiling. "Have fun in Chelsea."

"Will send you a jersey." They laugh. "Tell Y/n goodbye for me."

"For us too. See you at training." Fermin and Hector say. Giving Gavi a high five.

He hurries upstairs carefully because he doesn't want to trip on the stairs and hurt himself. He opens the door, finding you watching something on the tv.

You smile at the sight of him, opening your arms. He smiles, throwing himself at you, settling between your legs and pressing you down the mattress.

"Dios mio, Pablo." You laugh, feeling his weight.

"Te amo." He smiles, kissing your neck and cleavage. "Let's call my parents and tell them we are not going."

You humm at the way his lips feel on your warm skin. How his hands are now on your ass, lifting you.

"Don't stop." You beg, moaning.

His hips move, creating a static feeling between your clothed body. A warm feeling that is making your roll your eyes.

Your hands pull his shirt off. His hands unbutton your pants, hand making its way down your most needed part.

He loves the way you moan his name, the way your eyes roll with every trust his hips make. He's intoxicated by you. The same way you feel intoxicated by him.

"Don't you think it is rude to leave your parents and sister alone at the restaurant?" You ask, seating on top of him.

"No, I don't." He laughs. "Arms up." He commands.

You pull your arms up, and he dresses you with his shirt. "Mmm." You exaggerate. "Smells like you." You laugh, kissing him.

He smirks, proud of himself. The look of you is worth like a work of art. Your messed-up hair and your dilated pupils, and the way you are bitting your lips while tracing his muscles with your fingertips.

"Te ves tan preciosa." He kisses your shoulders. Hugging your body and caressing your ass. Making you moan at the feeling of relaxation.

The moment is broken by his phone ringing. The ID caller showing the name of his sister. He groans, moving one of his hands to answer the phone.

"Hola." He says, putting the call on speaker. Leaving it in the night stand and focusing on hugging you again.

"Pablo, did you get my text?"

"No, what is it about?"

You kiss his cheeks. Drunk in love and still into the effects of the orgasms he gave you. Your hands comb his hair while you kiss his temple.

"We picked food and are about to get to your home. The restaurant had an emergency and closed the dining room, but they had takeout.

"Qué?" He asks, checking the text. She asked multiple times what he wanted from the restaurant, then what she was picking, she mentioned she texted you and also picked for you and that they were leaving the restaurant.

"We are like fifteen minutes away. Can you order something for dessert?"

"Si, I'll do it. Bye." He hangs up. "Preciosa, let's get dressed."

"No," you say, extending the o. "I want to stay like this with you."

"Mee too, preciosa. But my parents and sister are coming any moment now, so let's change and when they leave we can cuddle. Deal?" He asks, kissing your forehead.

"Deal." You bump your nose with his. "But I want to stay in your shirt. Please."

He kiss you. "Let's go get ready."

He helps you with your clothes. Sharing some kisses here and there. He tries to get the room to not look like the mess you two make. In case his mom or dad needed to get inside.

He goes downstairs, finding you putting the table together. "Guapa, what kind of dessert do you want?"

"Oh, maybe that pina colada cheesecake we tried the other day." You smile, feeling hungry for it.

He orders it. Just in time because his family git a few minutes later. They greet the two of you.

"I texted you guys." Aurora says.

"It was my fault, I asked Pablo to explain this NBA game, and the phone was silent."

"The Lakers one?" His father asks.

"Yes, they won." Pablo smiles. Kissing your shoulder.

They all ask Pablo how his trainings were, if he was has difficulty with how he's exercising. You stayed quiet, still feeling a little sensitive about the comment Hector did.

Aurora looks at you. She finds how weird it is for you to be quiet. She thinks that maybe something happened with her brother and that's why you are so quiet.

You received the cheesecake, telling them that you would cut it and serve it for them. Aurora took this as an opportunity to talk with you in private.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asks, noticing that you are quiet even with only her.

"Just tired." You half lie.

You were tired after yours and Pablos activities, but also not in the mood to bore people or to make them dizzy with your conversation.

"You know you can talk to me."

"Thank you, I'm fine." You hug her. "I promise I'm just tired."

Pablo noticed it too, you were silent.

You weren't as smiley as you were with his family around. You were more serious. He wanted to ask.

"Are you okay?" He asks, kissing your head.

You two were laying down in his bed, his fingers combing your hair, and his other hand was rumming up and down your back.

You humm, trying to drizz to sleep. He let it go. Blaming your mood on being tired and wanting to sleep.

"I can take you to class tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Si, I'd really appreciate it." You snuggle closer.

He knows you would tell him if something was wrong, if you were hurt, or if he did something. You were honest with him.

But you really weren't honest with him. You chose to retake what you used to do back in the day when people asked you to stop talking.

You fully controlled whatever came out of your mouth. When you were with Pablo or with his family, you were into this new mode.

That made them worry. You told them that you were just stressed with homework and with projects.

Pablo on the other hand didn't fully bought that story. He thought it was something else, but he was way too afraid to ask.

He felt guilty because he thought that maybe something he did was the cause of this behavior.

Aurora told him off, believing that you were just overwhelmed with college things. Maybe because she was, and she chose to believe you.

But when he picked you to go get lunch, he saw you with your friend, you were laughing and talking with such naturality that it makes him feel worse.

"Hola!" You say to him from outside the vehicle. "Bye, I'll call you later."

"Bye, have fun, please do call me. I need you to keep telling me more about the story." She smiles. "Hi and goodbye, Pablo."

"Hi and goodbye to you." Pablo says, smiling at her. "Let's go, Guapa."

The first part of the drive was very quiet. You don't think there's any tension. You just stayed a little too quiet, but it was not like you were mad at him.

To him, it was hell. Why weren't you talking? Why weren't you telling him about your day? He wanted to hear you.

"How was college?" He asks.

"Good." You smile, bringing his hand to your mouth and kissing it.

"What story was your friend talking about?" He asks, trying to get you to talk.

"Oh, nothing." You scuff. "How was your day?"

"C'mon, you know I'm a chismoso."

"It was just about my trip to Valencia."

"Okay."

"Venga! What the fuck is that yellow for?" Pablo says, angry at the referee on tv.

You two were watching a game, he was invited to go with the team but he wanted to spend some time with you.

He was getting busy and close to his comeback date. So for him, it was about spending all the time he could with you and his family.

"That was wrong." You say.

It's been almost six weeks since the incident at his house. You were very good at controlling how much you were talking.

But him, he was losing his mind.

He tried asking questions. Nothing.

He tried asking if something was wrong, not directly, but he did asked.

He tried making Aurora ask. Nothing.

He tried everything, but talking to you.

"Hey, do you remember that one trip we took to Ibiza?"

You smile at the memory, you loved remembering things you two did together.

"Yes, we need to find some time to do that again."

"We do." He smiles. "But I was asking because I tried to remember this story about that painting we saw at the museum tour."

"The one about the princess?"

"Yes, do you remember what it was about?"

"It was about an Aztec princess who -"

You got interrupted by the commentator screaming at a goal Raphinha just scored.

"Jo'er, that was good, and we lost it."

You got quiet again, thinking that maybe he got mad about missing that.

"You were saying, preciosa?"

You shake your head, hugging his waist. "I forgot what I was saying. That was an amazing goal. I can't wait to see you back on the field."

He forgot for a moment what he was trying to do, hugging you back and combing your hair while the fame continued.

"Aurora and I are going to a bonfire tomorrow." You tell him. You were happy about it because you missed your friends and Aurora.

"That's so cool, why for?"

"Just a nice after tests reunion." You smile at him.

"Don't burn yourself, but do eat marshmallows." He jokes, making you laugh.

You two continue to watch the game, enjoying each other's company. You love times like this because Pablo has such little free time that when you do get the time to just be on the couch in each other's arms. You can't complain about anything, just enjoy.

"Hola!" Aurora shouts to all your friends. "We are here, and we got the drinks." You lift the bottle and the package of red cups. "Ready to party?"

Your friends yell in happiness. Making you two laugh. "Hey, I have someone I want to introduce you to."

You followed her inside the beach house, leaving the bottles and cups in the snacks table where everyone dumped what they brought.

"Mikayla, come here." She calls someone in the kitchen. "Y/n, this is Mikayla. She's new in the faculty, Mikayla, this is Y/n."

"The girlfriend." She says.

"Yes, she's Pablo's girlfriend."

You smile at her, weird comment to make about how you are "the girlfriend" as if Aurora haven't told her your name just a second ago.

"Nice to meet you." You fake smile. "I'm going to go help outside with the fire and everything. Can you bring the things to make the smores?" You ask Aurora, not really paying attention to the girl.

You helped your friends with the fire, with mixing the drinks. You were having a lot of fun. You were talking with one of your class friends about how this project you two are doing.

The day was going great, you had so much fun talking and spending time with all your close friends.

You were sat on a beach blanket, drinking a piña colada and texting Pablo how the evening was going.

"Can I sit?" You hear someone saying. Making you look up.

"Sure." You say to Mikayla, going back to your phone. Pablo sent you a photo of him on the physio.

She takes a seat in front of you, "Aurora told me a lot about you."

You smile, knowing Aurora always talks about you with love and care.

"When she told me about you talking a lot, I never thought you were a word dumpster." She laughs.

You got serious, smile disappearing from your face. You want to smack that horrible grind and quiet down that laugh.

"You talk what everybody here doesn't talk." She keeps going.

"What are you talking about?" Aurora joined.

"For once, I think I'm the one talking because your friend right here was doing all the talking all day."

You didn't laughed, you didn't smile. You just looked at them laughing.

"But we love her very much, mom and dad love having her over and how much she loves Pablo."

"Oh, I'm sure she's a pleasure to be around." She says in this sarcastic tone. "I'm sure you love always hearing her talk."

"We do! Even tho sometimes I hear her more than I ever hear Pablo." Aurora jokes.

You got up, getting away from them. You went inside the house, picking your things and ordering an Uber. You don't want to be around people anymore.

"Hey, are you leaving?" Aurora asks, noticing you are walking away. Following you, trying to stop you.

"Go back to your friend Mikayla." You say, stern tone. "I'm leaving."

"Y/n, why are you mad?"

"Nothing Aurora, go back to your fucking friend. I'm sure you can tell her how fucking much I talk and both of you can have a laugh out of me."

You left angry, trying not to cry in the Uber. You felt like a nine year old after your family asked you to be quiet because you were giving them a headache.

You take a long hot and hot shower. Leaving the sand and the worries away. You eat something and watch your favorite movie.

Halfway through the movie, you heard a knock on the door. You roll your eyes, you are not in the mood for visitors.

You find a frowny Pablo on the other side of the door. You know Aurora told him about you leaving, he asked you what happened over text.

"We need to talk."

You walk back to the couch, not feeling like talking with him. "Please, not today." You whine.

"What's going on?" He asks, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't want to talk."

"But why?" Hes worried, he holds your hands, caressing them with his thumbs. "Amor, I don't understand why you don't want to talk."

You feel your eyes watering, you hate feeling that way around him. He was your safe space, he was the person you feel more comfortable with.

"Because everyone makes fun of me for it." You confess.

He hugs you, letting you cry into his arms. He doesn't understand how people can do that to you when you are a sweetheart.

"Who is doing this?"

"Everyone, Pablo." You pout. "You friends, your aunt, and even your sister."

"My sister?" He asks, confused on why Aurora would do that.

You explained everything, how the comments of his aunt, Hector, how Fermin and Marc laughed, how this new girl made fun of you, and what Aurora said.

"And I just didn't want you to feel tired of me, I don't know."

He softens his expression, noticing how you are really concerned about him growing tired of you and leaving you.

You told him how you used to get these comments when you were little. How your mom and dad always asked you to shut up and to go away.

"Guapa, mirame." He sits next to you. "I love hearing you talk. I love how you tell me about your day, how you tell me about what you are doing in college, how you planned things, how was your trips, you hangings with your friend. I love you for you."

You smile, crying again while hugging him. It was the band-aid your heart needed.

"Te amo, and you would never bored me."

"Te amo, Pablo."

"Are you ready to yell at the referee in live?" You ask him, squishing his hand while laughing.

"I hope I don't have to." He jokes. "Menudo hijo de puta el anterior." (The last one was a son of a bitch)

You were with him on the corridor, the players getting ready for the game. You have the privilege to be able to go with him to all areas of the stadium.

"Wait for me here, I just have to go to the bathroom."

You sit on a bench that was in the corridor. Texting with your friends and updating them on what was happening at the stadium.

"Hey, Y/n."

You lift your head, finding Fermin and Hector there. They have their uniform on.

"Hey guys, good luck today!"

"Gracias, we wanted to talk to you before the game."

"Si, tell me." You smile, standing to talk with them. "Are you okay?"

"We are." Hector says. "I just wanted to say sorry about that one time when I joke about you talking too much, I didn't think it was that bad but now I know it was. Lo siento."

"And I'm sorry about laughing, it was mean of us yo do that, please forgive us."

You smile at them, knowing that Pablo was behind all of this. You can't help but feel thankful with him.

"It okay, no hard feelings." You hug them both. "Now go finish getting ready, you need to go out and score so much goals."

They say goodbye, and magically, Gavi appeared from a few seconds later from the same direction they left.

"You are such a sweetheart." You laugh, hugging him and kissing his lips. "Let's go to our seats, we need to cheer extra hard for your friends."

"Let's go, Guapa." He kisses your head. "Remember, after the game, we are going to my place. You still need to tell me about that presentation you have."

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🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl hi 😝💕

[aakeysmash]

okokok, so. idk if you write for megumi, buuuttt:

secret relationship au! between megumi and reader; resulting in them having to reveal the secret because:

"gojo sees through all of megumi’s lies and actually finds out that megumi and reader are dating each other"

(i love coming up with these)

You open your locker after finishing up your training lesson to get some water. You're surprised when a folded piece of paper comes out of it, but you hurry nonetheless to pick it up and make it seem like you dropped something out of your hands instead. You put it in your pocket just in time, because you suddenly feel a strong arm draping over your shoulders.

"Hey, you!"

Looking up you find Yuuji grinning and Nobara just behind him, waving gently at you before smacking the pink haired male on the back of his head. He winces and immediately starts running.

"Learn what it means to give people personal space, you idiot!" she screams, chasing him down the hallway with her hammer in her hand, ready to strike him. You sigh, smiling at their antics.

You turn around to close your locker door, when you find a figure right next to it and you blush.

"Hey," mumbles Megumi, shily lifting a corner of his mouth.

"Hey, handsome," you answer, watching if anyone is near you before kissing him lightly on his cheek. You and Megumi have gotten together quite recently, and you both agreed on not making your relationship known, both for your own peace of mind and for saving the annoyance you'd have to deal with from your friends. You walk beside each other, going toward professor Gojo's classroom while having small talk: he asks you how you're feeling, how training went and what he can do to help your sore muscles feel better.

"Did- did you read the note, by the way?" he asks, avoiding your gaze and scratching behind his red ears.

"Oh, you put that in there? I still have-"

"If it isn't my two favorite students coming in late! Come in, come in!" a booming voice says behind both of you, startling you. You hear Megumi clicking his tongue at the sound of Gojo's nagging, while you resort to chuckle behind your hand. You sit down at your desk, which is the furthest from Megumi's one, when you feel a pair of piercing blue eyes staring at you. A shiver runs up your spine and you realize you've never felt more intimidated, incapable of moving and scrutinized than how you're feeling right now.

"Do you have something to share with the class, Megumi? Maybe something about one of your classmates?" you hear Gojo singing from the teacher's desk. You widen your eyes, your head snapping toward your boyfriend's inscrutable face.

"No, professor."

"Not even the love letter you so graciously wrote to our sweet yn?"

And that's how you're forced to reveal your not-so-secret relationship in front of an overjoyed and jumping Yuuji and a pained Nobara, who not even so quietly tells you that if you ever need a psychologist she knows a good one.

read the tags!! thank you anon for sending me this prompt, it was def out of my comfort zone lol

[lovelynim]

Glasses of Asdana's White Oak

Honkai: Star Rail - Argenti x Boothill

A/N: Last and but least, the final comm of this batch goes for the one and only @otomiyaa!! Thank you so much for giving me the chance to write these dorks. Writing this was WAY harder than anything else I did before, but, boy, I had a blast having this stroke. Ehe.

Summary: Argenti and Boothill go out for a drink, then two drinks, and another and another...

Word count: 1979 words

[Also on Ao3]

Well, could anyone expect any outcome different from this one?

Boothill looked at the nearly empty bottle of Asdana’s White Oak before quickly shifting his gaze to the man sitting by his side. “Don’tcha think you had enough for the night, Rosy?” He chuckled, chugging down the rest of the drink in his glass. “It’s no shame to know your limits?”

“I appreciate the concern, my silver cowboy, but- hic,” the knight, already off his shining armor, widened his eyes, covering his lips with the tip of his fingers before looking back at Boothill with a shy smile. “I beg your pardon, ahem, but I’m mostly fine! Breaking my promise and leaving my companion by himself would be no deed of a respectable knight, after all.”

Boothill gritted his teeth, cringing a little at how the way Argenti talked to him made the gears inside him turn differently. “Son of a good mother,” he mumbled, looking away. “Oi, pal,” he raised his hand, waving at the waiter, “bring me another bottle of the Asdana good, yeah?”

Getting a nod back from his request, Boothill took his attention back to the man next to him. Unlike the cowboy, Argenti took his sweet time with each drink. The smell, the taste, the colour of the liquid inside the glass, he paid attention to every bit of it, noticing the beauty in all of it.

Still, it was clear how unused Argenti was to a stronger beverage like the Asdana’s White Oak. The way his nose wrinkled up slightly as he sipped from the glass made Boothill smile every damn time. “Hah, you’re a stubborn one, aren’tcha, Rosy? I told you, order something sweeter already, for fork’s sake”.

Argenti shook his head, taking a deep breath before turning the glass all the way, drinking it to the last drop. “T-that would mean we wouldn’t be sharing a drink like I granted you, my silver cowboy. And even so, by drinking from the same bottle as you I can get to know you some more.”

“I might not be the only fudger around here with loose screws, ya know?” He scoffed. To think Argenti would actually fulfill said promise and go out for a drink with him was already surprising, but Boothill couldn’t even remember how long it had been since someone kept up with him like that. “But I like your attitude, Rosy, I’ll give ya that.”

One, two, three glasses went by before one of them could take notice. Boothill found himself staring at Argenti, watching the way the knight seemed to leave a bit of himself behind with each cup.

It already felt different to look at him without those endless plates of armor in the way - somehow, even if he was still dressed, the lack of it made Argenti seem so vulnerable. And now, with the alcohol slowly mining away his fairytale-y character, Boothill couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, even a bit impressed, when looking at that “different” Argenti. 

“Heh, look at you go, Rosy,” he purred, leaning over the counter and letting his chin rest on top of his hand as he gave Argenti his full attention.

With lethargic moves, Argenti returned the look. That amount of alcohol was sure taking a toll on his brain and his senses, making everything feel a little funny. After staring at Boothill for a couple seconds, Argenti turned his face away, one hand covering his reddened cheek. “By Idrila, s-stop that,” he giggled shily.

Boothill blinked, confused. “Eh? With what?” No response. “C’mon now, you drag me over here for a drink and won’t even look at me now?”

“I think you- you’re staring a little too much…”

Now this was interesting. 

Hanging with Argenti always meant he was the one getting Boothill flustered - “my silver cowboy”, “metallic beauty”, “good partner” and many other forking stupid names. Maybe this was the chance that Boothill once thought would never arrive…

“Aren’t ya the one who says that ‘beauty needs to be appreciated’ or some shirt like that?” He teased back, pulling himself closer to the knight, trying to eye his face over his shoulder. “I’m just doing what ya told me to.”

Argenti sighed, almost as if he was frustrated. From that angle, Boothill could swear he saw something like a pout on Argenti’s face. Dagnabbit. “Did someone ever tell ya look kinda cute like this, Rosy? Heh, we should go drink more often.”

The knight scrunched up his shoulders slightly, feeling a shiver run down his spine with Boothill’s voice so close to him. “R-refrain from behaving- hic- improperly, this is a public space, Boothill…”

“I’m just praising ya,” Boothill chuckled, a devilish grin pulling at his lips, “it’s not my fault ya having some forking nasty thoughts, Rosy. Ease up, will ya?” He teased again, wrapping one arm over Argenti’s neck while poking his side with the other. “It’s a waste to frown with a face like that.”

“B-Boothill!” Argenti gasped, straightening his back as he jolted in surprise, nearly falling off the small bench. He looked around, hoping his little squeal went unnoticed by the few people in the bar. “Don’t do that…”

This was just too good. Like fudgin’ hell he would stop. “Aight, but my best behavior has a price, ya know?” He hummed, unable to resist the fun of teasing Argenti. After all, who knows how long it would take to see him like that again?

With a little pout and arms crossed over his stomach, Argenti looked over to the other man. He let out a small, defeated sigh, as if earlier that day he wasn’t the one showering Boothill with overly sweet compliments that you wouldn’t find even in the most cliché romantic books.

“...and what is it?”

“Ya’ll have to use that pretty mouth of yours and kiss me real good, yeah?”

!!!

“By Idrila, you-” Argenti gasped, pushing at Boothil’s face with his hand but barely creating some distance between them, “-scandalous, sordid man! H-how dare you ask for something like that?!”

“Bwahah, ya into dirty talk now, Rosy?” He smiled, eying Argenti through the gaps between his fingers. With a swift move, Boothill moved his face away from Argenti’s palm and let the knight fall into his arms, “but since we ain’t kissing, I better do something about ya face, yeah?”

“A-ahh, wait, Boohothill, this- ahah, noho!” Argenti giggled helplessly, his balance and control long gone along with the drinks he just had. It was a matter of seconds before he found himself nearly laid against Boothill and unable to get back to his seat. “D-don’t- ahaha, i-it tihihckles!”

“Ya sure had a couple secrets hidden under that armor, huh?” Boothill hummed, his fingers effortlessly tweaking at Argenti’s sides and stomach, tracing random figures over the clothed skin just to mess with the knight even more. “Since when are ya this ticklish, Rosy? It kinda fits you, tho.”

“Dohohon’t- ahAHah, don’t mehehntion it!” Argenti whined, wrapping his arms around his own body in a vain attempt to shield himself. “Juhust stop ihihit!”

But there was no muddlefudger in the whole galaxy that would make Boothill stop at that moment. Where would be the fun in that, anyway? He scoffed, pulling Argenti even more into his arms while letting his hands roam freely over the knight’s body. “Ya didn’t want to kiss me, Rosy, how else am I getting some fun ‘round here, hm?”

“T-that’s- ahahah, indehehecent! I cahAH- AHAhah, oHOHoh my behEHEauty, nohohot thehere!” Argenti gasped as he looked down to Boothill’s hands latched onto his waist. A crooked, even somewhat uncharming, smile pulled at his lips before he lost himself to his laughter.

Those metallic hands, crafted to handle fast moves with utmost precision, were now finding themselves a new, less harmless use. Instead of pulling triggers or drawing out guns, they squeezed and pinched Argenti’s sculptural body, finding one ticklish spot after the other.

Argenti wasn’t even sure if they were just that fast at tickling him or if the alcohol from those glasses of Asdana’s White Oak were weightening down his senses more and more by the second. Maybe it was a bit of both.

“B-Boohothill, t-theEHeh ohohothers ahahre looking! Thihis is embahaharrising!”

“Ya better hope they do, Rosy,” Boothill chuckled, his thumb rubbing circles over the dip of Argenti’s hip, only imagining how bad it tickled by the looks on Argenti’s face when he did it. “That’s some real beauty I’m seeing now… they might as well take a look too, eh?”

He shook his head. No, this wasn’t it - this wasn’t how beauty was supposed to be appreciated. Following Idrila’s will would never feel this weird. “Nohoh, plehehease!” Argenti laughed, spotting something on the nearby counter that, at that moment, seemed like his way out of Boothill’s restless touches.

“Such a cry baby, aren’t ya, Rosy? Ya need to toughen up a bit,” the cowboy teased, taking that small opening to experiment tickling Argenti under his arm. As another, but louder, squeal came from the knight, Boothill chuckled, “c’mon, it’s not even that bad, aight? Just a little tickle, hehe.”

“H-hohow wohohould you knohohow?! You dohon’t- ahAHAHA!!”

Boothill smiled fondly, feeling something as if the wires inside his chest were getting tangled up on themselves. He let go of Argenti’s side, focusing on prodding at that sensitive spot under his arm while cupping the knight’s face with his other hand. “That wasn’t very nice of you, Rosy…”

That wasn’t the end of that short lecture, but Argenti couldn’t really tell Boothill’s words apart anymore - he couldn’t focus on them, to be precise. Not falling back first into the ground was already taking the most out of him, and those drinks from early added to the tickling weren’t really making things any easier.

Besides how much that deviously positioned hand under his arm tickled, the other thing Argenti couldn’t help but wonder was how was Boothill still so alert, so not-drunk? Didn’t they both have the same drink, the same bottles of Asdana’s White Oak?

The wondering about Boothill’s endurance could wait, however. Before he could lose himself into further thinking, that electric-like sensation hammered against his nerves, sending signals straight into his brain that made him lose himself to laughter.

“Oi, Rosy, are ya falling asleep over there? Don’t tell me you’re this drun-”

Brrr.

Before he could finish another tease, a small, short noise caught the cowboy’s attention. Followed by the soft vibration of his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, Boothill felt the annoyance take over his system. Who the fudge dared to bother him at such a good time?!

“Tsk, last thing I needed now was my phone triggering ‘cuz of these forking tight pants again,” he groaned, reaching out for his device while giving Argenti’s cheek a soothing pat. “Hold in there, Rosy, I ain’t done with- huh?”

“Rosy, ya son of a-” Boothill groaned, looking down at the man panting in his lap. That sure was some way to call for help. “Ya lookin’ for trouble, eh, you cute dimwit,” he chuckled, letting his hand continue to wreak havoc.

Still, he needed to send something or that boy would get the wrong idea. Tsk, dagnabbit.

[mykoreanlove]

princess treatment or leave me the fuck alone - minho 👑 

“Oh my god, this food is so good”, you sighed in pleasure as you took another bite of the rice bowl in front of you. It was a typical Friday night – you were out in town enjoying life to the fullest.

“Don’t get me wrong, y/n, I love going out with you but why the fuck am I here?”, your friend asked irritated.

“What do you mean?”, you sipped on your savory drink.

“I thought you were going out with the guy from last time. The one that approached you in the club?”

A small smirk formed on your lips, as you remembered the night you had met Minho.

He was out with his friends, looking irresistibly sexy and strutting through the premise, too confident for his own good. It didn’t take long for him to notice you, gazing at you like a cat that was about to catch a mouse. When he walked over you were sure that he was about to ask you for a hookup, after all that man was sex on legs.

But he didn’t.

He was polite and witty, making jokes and laughing shily.

“I’d like to take you out, y/n.”

“I’d like that, too”, you nodded excitedly.

“So, what happened? Why am I your date tonight?”

You sighed in disappointment.

“I had to cancel”, you admitted and took another sip from your drink. “He was just not my type, I guess.”

Your friend looked at you surprised. “That Greek god was not your type? Are you nuts?”

You chuckled before spilling the truth.

“Okay, listen. Minho had called me, and we set up the date for tonight. He chose a place for us to go to and get to know each other and that was all fine. And then I asked him to send me a cab.”

“A cab?”, she asked bewildered.

“Yeah”, you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s not that big of a deal but he declined. He asked me if I really needed a cab. I mean no one ever needs anything, really, but I would have loved to be chauffeured through town like that.”

Your friend downed her drink and waited patiently. “And then?”

“Well, at first, he explained that no girl had ever asked that of him before and after that he kind of tried to talk me out of it, really. He didn’t think it was necessary, so I cancelled the date. I thanked him for organizing everything and told him that we could be friends, but that’s it for me.”

Your friend waved her hands at you exasperatedly.

“Wait, wait, wait. You rejected Minho, the sexy motherfucker Minho, because you were too petty to take the subway? Are you for real, y/n?”

You chuckled amused, already anticipating that your actions would be received quite controversary.

“Listen, I’m done taking the bare minimum from guys. I would have loved for him to organize a cab and ensure that I arrive safely. But he didn’t. And that’s okay but it shows that we are on different levels regarding dating. I’d like a man that can take care of me, spoil me. You know… princess treatment? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Aren’t you”, your friend hesitated, “asking for too much though?”

You straightened your back, ready to lecture your friend once and for all.

“I’ve went on so many dates last year and so many of them treated me like dirt. Actual dirt, bestie. Along the line I realized that there are certain things I want and need. And I’m not going to settle for less. I did that in the past and you know what it got me? A broken heart. A fractured ego. The longer you do that, the more agitated you get. I’m done with catching feelings for someone that regards me as low value. I can’t be doing that again and begging them to treat me better. Never again.”

Your friend stayed silent, but you could see her brain working hard, trying to make sense of what you had just said. You realized that your way of thinking was offensive to many but then again, you had always been one of a kind.

“I don’t know if I can agree with you, y/n.”

Before you could answer you got interrupted by a guy, who hurriedly took the seat next to your friend and looked at you with sorrowful eyes.

“I think I can now”, he answered breathlessly.

“Minho”, you whispered inaudibly.  

[wave2tyun]

summer flows

pairing: soobin x reader

genre: beach!au, friends to lovers, fluff!!<3

summary: when the waves come crashing forward on a hot summer day, soobin's love gets swept up and becomes unveiled ashore

warnings: none i think :0

word count: 2k

a/n: do you guys think i'll find soobin at the beach tomorrow??????!!!! be honest!!!!!😤😤😤 biggest thanks to my bestie @huekalover3000 for helping me pull through with it🤧🤧💞💞 to be honest i'm not so sure how i feel about this but let me just taking it as a win for kicking some writers block ass (also i read through this twice but if there's still some mistakes then ummmmm pretend you didn't see it until i wake up)

“do you need more ice?”

picking up the glass soobin was holding, you took a sip from the chewed-up straw before providing him with a verdict- the mojito that you had ordered barely minutes ago was now of a pale, yet still greenish color, with wet pieces of mint stuck to the walls of the glass like the slimy algae washed up on the shore. the alcohol had completely evaporated from sitting in such boiling heat, and the only flavor that your tongue could find a hint of anymore was lime, turned nastily sour.

“sure” you shrugged. even though your drink was already diluted past salvation, there was no way you’d pour your money down the drain just like that- after all, it had cost you an inadmissible twelve dollars; at least if it was a bit colder, then there might have been a higher chance you’d be able to leave the beach without feeling nauseous.

soobin scooped up the remnants of ice from the metal bucket, 3 pieces so small that they were the size of a pebble. he dunked two of them in your drink, the third one having slipped and fallen into the sand, yet neither of you could gather up the energy to say a word about it. to simply put it, the heat today had been unseasonably oppressive, downright unacceptable and even close to lethal. you’d believe that people’s first instinct would be to stay inside and seek the protection of a dimly lit room with an ac or fan turned on to the max- but soobin had somehow convinced you that walking twenty minutes to reach the beach through languid summer heat was the better option.

“how long has it been- shouldn’t we get going soon?” you asked, yet laid back down with your arms behind your head, closing your eyes.

with a tap on his phone’s screen, soobin looked at the time- it was six pm on the dot, marking a few good hours already since you came here. the overbearing sun was only now beginning to sink lower into the sea, painting golden hues over the beach as it prepared for sunset. with many families finding that as their cue to pack up and leave, the squeaks of children splashing around had also been significantly reduced. but soobin couldn’t bring himself to leave too just yet, this was, in his mind, the ideal time to stay.

“can’t we go swimming one last time? i promise we’ll leave right after that” he pleaded, hoping to stall for a bit more time here with you. given how many twists and turns you had to get through in order to find the place, he wasn’t so sure how willing you’d be to make the journey again.

so, in the end, he chose not to risk it- leaping from where his towel laid without an answer, and jumping straight into the cool water. it wasn’t quite in his nature to do something so impulsive though, and you could tell how flustered he was from the way he apologised with reddened ears to any people around he had accidentally splashed with water. with an amused yet defeated smile, you followed the footprints he left behind in the white sand at a much more leisurely pace than him- remaining on the shore, standing as you watched the tide lapping at your feet. the seafoam coming up shily touched your tiptoes, retracting its movements soon after.

“are you not gonna join me?” soobin asked, almost accusatory, tilting his head slightly as he swam closer towards you.

“still thinking about it” you teased, fighting back a laugh at the impatient sigh he had released.

since asking proved to be redundant, soobin proceeded with his plan B: throwing water in your direction- each time varying with a bit more intensity in his aim and deepening the stubborn frown between his eyebrows. much to his dismay though, you chose to give him no reaction, not appeasing to any of his continuous childish demands. his persistence wasn’t one to underestimate though- seeing that you still wouldn’t budge, he went on to take your hand in his, pulling your body past the edge of the sea and straight into the slightly deeper levels of the water. with the low temperature suddenly enveloping your body, an involuntary shriek made its way past your lips. 

“my hand slipped, sorry” soobin chuckled, unmistakable mischief hidden behind his brown eyes.

“my hand slipped” you scowled, sending droplets flying towards him in matching retaliation.

about to defend himself, soobin’s hand rose up, the motion turning you to close your eyes in anticipation, bracing yourself for another taste of saltwater. however, you found yourself clashing with his body instead as you were drawn in by him once more; one of his arms wrapped around your waist to catch you, helping you not lose your footing, the other one carefully protecting your head. with his torso not fully submerged in the water, and with the evening breeze beginning to flow, soobin’s chest felt cool against your back- but before you could properly process what was happening, a wave came crashing forward, sending the two of you tumbling in different directions beneath the surface of the sea. the moment he rose back up, soobin’s eyes shot wide open, ignoring the searing pain induced by the water as he worriedly looked around for your figure. squeezing your eyes shut and desperately rubbing at them with your hands, you were unable to even pry them open as soobin called out your name.

“are you okay?” he exclaimed, the concern having made his voice come out louder than he had intended.

“yeah but- fuck, it stings” you grumbled in frustration.

as a brief signal of having reached you, he softly placed a hand on your back before speaking: 

“wait right here, okay?”

even with the water slightly slowing down his movements, he walked in strides, trying to rush towards the shore. then, he grabbed his towel from the ground, hurriedly dusting off any clinging grains of sand with his hand. unscrewing the cap of his water bottle, he splashed a corner of the towel with it before returning towards you. careful not to let the material come in contact with the sea, he brought it up to your face, gently dabbing at the affected area in hopes to soothe your pain.

“better?” he asked in a shaky breath- relief washed over his face at the nod you gave in response.

“much better, yeah- thank you”

“come on, let’s get you back to the shore” he spoke gently, draping the same towel over your shoulders before leading you back, hand intertwined with his.

however, it was only momentarily relief soobin had felt- dusk was falling rapidly, and his shoulders tensed up again from the way he saw you continuing to shiver beside him on the sand, relentlessly rubbing at your bare arms and legs to hide away the goosebumps.

"still cold?" his hand gave yours a soft squeeze in concern; having been the one to suggest one last dip in the water, he now felt guilty seeing you shiver like this- perhaps he should have listened when you first suggested to leave. 

"let me warm you up a bit"

grabbing the left end of the towel, soobin slipped his body beneath the coral colored cloth, shuffling closer towards you to the point where your knees were touching. for you, that was already enough to make the air feel hotter again, but soobin went on, dragging his hand along your shoulders and across the expanse of your back in thoughtful, rhythmic motions. you nuzzled your body further into his, seeking his warmth, and for a little while longer, you remained just like that, holding each other close in silence. but as tranquil as the scenery may have been- the air hung heavy, it was a silence that begged to be broken, eyes moving from sand to stone, with fluttering gazes at your lips every so often.

“so…”

“so-”

with the same words escaping the both of you at once, you couldn’t help but laugh: “you can go first”

“oh i just-” soobin paused, blinking a few times before continuing “i wanted to thank you for coming here with me today”

“of course-” you lightly nudged him “you know i can’t say no to you”

soobin smiled lightly, then released a sigh. the stutter midway through his next words made you believe that they weren’t so much of an honest match to his thoughts.

“i’m ready to leave if you want to- just tell me”

absentmindedly, you traced shapes on a patch of sand in front, using a brittle piece of driftwood “i don’t mind staying here a bit longer” you mumbled “the view is pretty”

soobin’s eyes softened as he looked at you “you’re prettier” he said quietly, half-hoping that you wouldn’t be able to pick up his words.

the unexpected comment took you off guard- flustered, you continued to avoid his peering gaze. you decided to question him for confirmation, too unsure whether to take him seriously or not “what’s that supposed to mean?”

pink dusted soobin’s cheeks and his mouth froze slightly agape- rather than giving you an answer, he simply looked ahead at the sea, resting his head on his knees. before he could begin to overthink it, soobin felt your lips softly pressing against his cheek, followed by a low whisper.

“for calling me pretty”

unsure of where exactly this was all leading to, you backed away then turned your head, placing your focus on the distant calls of birds and the waves rhythm instead- trying to steady your throbbing heartbeat in full accordance to their pace. and you were slowly beginning to calm down- that was, until you felt soobin’s lips press against your temple. but they left your skin just as quickly as they had touched it- flustered by his own actions, now it was his turn to look the other way, avoiding your face.

‘what now?’ you thought to yourself, as if you were caught playing some game of chess. it felt like your entire friendship strongly weighed on your next move- no matter how you put it, there was no clear answer that came to mind. panic began to settle in when you saw soobin’s head begin to turn towards you again:

“are you sure about this?” you blurted out impulsively.

“i’ve always been sure about you” soobin spoke under his breath, voice whispering so sweetly into the gusting breeze. the way he smiled after that warmed your heart in a way the sun never could- that tenderness of his reflected onto his face so clearly, and even more so in his touch, as he leaned in to meet your lips, slowly closing the gap between the two of you: a short kiss- still too hesitant to continue with more than just a brush of his lips. soobin gently moved away, just enough to be able to look into your eyes again.

“should i stop?” he whispered, cupping your cheek. his thumb lightly trembled from nervousness as he caressed your skin.

“quite the opposite, actually-” you mumbled faintly, placing your own hand on top of his “do that again, please”

the kiss that followed was still almost as light as a feather- soobin built up the pace slowly yet diligently, but despite threading with so much care, his kisses soon became much more fervent, much needier. a hand dipped down to your waist to pull you closer, soft gasps and sighs escaping whenever your lips parted from one another. with a bit more self control, he pulled away once he was completely out of breath, and with his head falling down to your shoulder, he bashfully confessed:

“if we don’t leave now, i’m not sure if we’re ever getting out of here”

taglist: @huekalover3000 @maybabe00 @sunoooism @boba-beom @ujisworld @wave2vee

[schleiereule-94]

Pool party

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader, omc x f!Reader

Author's note: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS, this one is really dark! This is not for everyone, so please DO NOT ENGAGE if you are triggered by non-con content! This is fiction and reading or writing dark fics does not mean that I (or you) condone this type of behaviour. SA is a terrible crime and if you or someone you know has suffered this please make sure you get the help you need. That said, the ones who enjoy such content, I hope you like the story.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

SMUT MINORS DNI, NON-CON, porn with enough plot, penetrative sex, unprotected p in v, manipulation, coercion, reader is chained (non-con), overstimulation, choking/breath play, degradation, cursing, rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), kinda weird Stockholm syndrome, very dark Joel, perv Joel, voyeurism, power imbalance (Joel has a gun), age gap (unspecified, but reader is an adult), Joel slaps you in the face once, Joel is playing sick games you should not be enjoying

Summary: You never really intended to seduce Jesse, you just wanted to have some fun playing around with him. After a night out you end up in your neighbours pool. When said neighbour, Mr. Miller, finds you there he decides to get Jesse what he craves so badly. In the end he really likes to watch and he can have you afterwards.

PS: Yes I will go to hell for this.

The cool water hugs your hips as you lean back onto the pool deck and look up to the moon. You smile. You are having a great time. Jesse surfaces next to you and shakes the water out of his curls. He looks at your profile, eyes trailing down to your breasts quickly, before he shily glances up at your face with puppy eyes. Your smile turned into a smirk. 

You had this guy completely under your spell, and it had been so easy! A wave and a wink from your garden when he drove past on his bike, a few glances of your cleavage, a short skirt riding up when bending over to water the plants and he melted like butter in the sun. You knew he’s had a crush on you since high school, so that probably helped. Back then you had never wanted anything from him, even though you had noticed his longing glances following you and your girlfriends down the school hallway some days. You were a good girl then and while he took up work you went to university and away from your hometown after you were both done with school. You hadn’t thought about him not even once, not until you came back here two weeks ago after finishing your studies. You had a few months to spend in your southern childhood village before you would move yet to another city for your new job, and while you loved the hot summer weather and spending some time with your parents, it was also a bit boring. You reconnected with some old girlfriends and went to the local bar the first week, but both were in relationships, one pregnant and the other with a one year old toddler, and they didn’t really have time for you. You missed the busy city much faster than you thought you would. Maybe also the anonymity it provided, so you could go on your little adventures… Honestly, it was very boring here and there was a clear lack of interesting men. So, when you saw Jesse riding by you just wanted to have some fun. 

Not that you planned to seduce him really, he was just so easy to fluster, and you had to admit it was an amusing game, keeping him waiting and dreaming about you. Did that make you a bad person? Hmm maybe a bit. But the temptation was just too great, who could blame you? You didn’t dislike Jesse. He really tried to be nice. He was very timid, had always been. Better with his hands than his words. Cute, but a bit boring. Just like your hometown. Apparently not much had changed in the few years you had been away. He was still a quiet, polite fellow, working as an electrician. Tall, slim figure. Cute brown curls. And longing puppy eyes. 

You had asked him for a coffee catch-up, where he appeared in his nicest shirt and with flowers, obviously wildly misinterpreting the situation. But you didn’t say anything. You didn’t promise him anything either. You had a nice if uneventful afternoon. He suggested lunch the next day, which you accepted as you had nothing better to do. He had hung at your lips the whole time and looked quite disappointed when you started chatting to and finally invited the couple at the next table to join you, who you realized were old friends from your basketball team. 

Out of pity, you asked if you could take him to the pub two days later, to make up for it. After a few drinks you felt like dancing, but he resisted, too shy to follow you on the small dancefloor, even though his eyes were clearly fascinated by your skin-tight outfit that you might have chosen just to drive him crazy. You moved towards him, put your hands on his knees to convince him to stand up. His gaze got caught in your cleavage, but he shook his head. “Let’s get out of here”. You shrugged, a bit unnerved, but followed him out. He’s walk was funny and you realized he was trying to hide a boner. Oh my, he must be so desperate you thought to yourself, hiding a laugh. 

You could have been honest and tell him not to put his hopes up, but you had too much fun riling him up. Mostly because it was just so easy. Stepping out of the pub you took his arm, pressing your boobs into his side and smiling up at him. “Where are we going now?” You had walked to the pub, no need for a car in this town. It was shortly after midnight, but the heat of the day still hung heavyly over the streets. You stepped out of your pumps to walk barefoot down the empty road, leaving the pub lights behind you. “We could go to mine” Jesse suggested hopefully. Nah, not happening you thought. But you didn’t want to go home just yet either. Looking down the road ahead you got an idea. “Hey, let’s do something crazy” You looked up into Jesse’s wary face. “What about we go swimming?” you suggested pointing at the house ahead, the one just before your own home on the street. 

Your neighbour, Joel Miller, had a big pool you always had been jealous of. He let you use it as a child when you were playing with his daughter, Sarah, a few years your minor. But Sarah had headed off to university as well by now. You had greeted her father just yesterday when he was passing by your garden with his truck. He had barley acknowledged you, only sparing you a short nod. 

You remember liking him, even developing a crush on him during your teenage years. He was good looking, strong arms, tanned and bulky from his work as a builder. You used to spy on him through a hole in the hedge when he was doing works on the house or in his garden. For years you had wanted to get into his pants, but didn’t know how to approach him. He never looked at you, never really saw you. So you had to make due with some photos you took secretly from your hideout in the hedge. In your favourite you captured Joel showing off his abs when wiping sweat from his forehead using the hem of his shirt. He always seemed mysterious to you, in a fucked up, dangerous way. Like fire that you tried to catch even though you knew it would burn you badly. You looked at the photos, touching yourself, imagining his big calloused fingers in you as you came with his name on your lips.

But by all your fascination for him, he was also old, grumpy and choleric. Sometimes you overheard him shouting at Sarah or some people on the phone. When he was angry, he was like a bear gone wild: loud, destructive, violent. He was terrifying and normally you would not risk provoking his rage for any reason. But today, after a few drinks and being bored out of your mind, you were ready to take the risk of facing him, just to make Jesse a bit more uncomfortable. Also, you figured, at this time the old man probably laid in bed already. All the lights were off in the house as far as you could see. 

Jesse looked undecided. “Have you asked Mr. Miller if it’s ok to use his pool?” “Of course not, silly. He doesn’t have to know. Look all the lights are out. Come on, it will be fun! Are you not hot?” Jesse looked at you as you fanned yourself some air into the face with your hands, and you could almost hear his thoughts. Getting you into the pool meant you would be taking some clothes off… “But what if he catches us? He doesn’t seem to be a very nice person.” He still looked a bit concerned. “Ah come on, he will not notice! We just need to be a little quiet. Don’t be a coward”. You had stopped at the hedge of Mr. Millers garden and glanced around the corner. No lights, no sign of Joel either. To get to the pool you would have to sneak around the house. You grinned at Jesse and started to walk along the shadow of the tall hedge surrounding the property. Jesse sighed but followed you, head crouched down. 

On the other side of the house the pool lay still under the pale moon light. Two sunchairs were set up on the wooden deck, and all was safely surrounded by the thick hedge. Nobody would see or hear you from the street. Perfect. You stepped onto the planks and held your toe into the water. Heavenly. You beckoned to Jesse and turned your back towards him holding your hair up. You heard him gulp before he started undoing the zipper of your dress with shaky hands, from your neck all the way down to your lower back. You rolled your eyes at his obvious nerves. Has he never seen a woman naked before? You wrung yourself out of the dress and let it fall onto the floor. You wore a matching set of almost transparent black lingerie. Gracefully you stepped onto the edge of the pool, sat down and slowly lowered yourself into the water. You sighed when the coolness touched your skin. You had been sweating so much in the pub, and this was just perfect. You turned around and let your hair sink into the water, creating a perfect crown around your face. Jesse was still standing on the deck looking at you with wide eyes, as if you were a ghost. “Come on in. It’s heavenly” you said, your voice hushed, while crossing the pool in two short strokes. 

And here you were now. Jesse hastily got rid of his shirt and pants, almost falling into the water, still trying to hide his erection. Poor guy must have had half his blood in his dick for most of the evening now. You chuckled and finally looked at him as he settled next to you. 

“When was the last time you fucked at girl?” you ask him in the sweetest voice you could muster. “Eh I.. excuse me, what?” Jesse’s head goes from almost pale to red in under 3 seconds. “When have you last had a good fuck? You know, sex? Getting laid?”, you enquire without mercy. Jesse looks like he wants to drown himself. “Why are you asking this?” “Dude, you’ve been sporting a huge hard on basically the whole night and I have not even touched as much as your shoulders” you laugh. He looks away from you. “S’not how you think.” “Is it not?” You cocked your brows up. He takes a deep breath, and his puppy eyes are back on when he faces you again. “I just, I think, you…” another deep breath. “You are really beautiful.” It’s quiet between you for a short 2 seconds. Then you can’t hold back any longer. You snort from loud laughter. “Be quiet” Jesse nervously glances over to the house. His face looks pained when you see him clearly again through your tears of laughter. You feel a slight jolt of guilt but ignore it quickly. You take his hand. “I’m sorry Jesse. But, you are just not my type.” you say in a calmer voice, trying to bite back the grin. “But then why go out with me?” He sounds hurt and takes his hand away from under yours. You shrug. “Just having some fun. S’that not allowed nowadays?” “You are cruel” he says bitterly, pushing himself off the side into the water. “I’m out of here.” “Oh come on Jesse, grow up.” You go after him and catch him just when he tries to climb out onto the deck. You wrap your arms around his hip to pull him back down into the water. He turns around and you cage him against the poolside. He tries to push you away, but you are stronger holding onto the edge of the deck. “I’m done with your games.” He whines. You brush your legs against him and smile into his face. You lean in towards his ear. “Come on, we both know that you cannot resist me”. He blankly stares into your face as you reach down under water to grab the bulge in his boxers. “See?” You squeeze him lightly and he starts panting. You lean in as if for a kiss, but when he closes his eyes you make an escape by heaving yourself up onto the deck. Two fresh towels are spread over the sunchairs, and you quickly grab one to wrap yourself up. Jesse calls your name. You turn around with a wicked smile. He looks wrecked, pleading. You shake your head no, not happening. Jesse looks like he is going to protest but the words die in his throat as he looks at something over your shoulders. 

You turn your head and the blood in your veins freezes: Mr Miller stands behind you dressed in a bathrobe, anger radiating from his stern face. A cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth and in his right hand he holds a pistol pointed at your head.

“Hi Mr Miller” you squeak while the older man slowly advances towards you, eyeing you up and down. “It’s me, your David’s daughter” you try to smile at him and extend your hand, hoping he would put away the gun. “Mhh” he grunts, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and ignoring your peace offering. “I can see that. And who is that?” He gestures to the pool with his head. “Just a friend.” you respond. “And what exactly are you doing here in MY garden, in MY pool?” His voice is low, dangerous and piercing, his eyes ice cold. You try to control your breathing. “Nothing, sorry sir, we just came to cool down after dancing. I should have asked, so sorry” you mumble quickly. You do not like Joel’s gaze on you. Even though you are still covered in a towel, his towel, you feel his eyes burning holes in it. “We’ll leave instantly, so sorry to bother, I’ll bring a cake later tomorrow, ok?” You try to remedy the situation, while Jesse seems to have lost both his voice and ability to move. Joel looks at him. “Out of the water.” he orders. Jesse doesn’t move. You scream a silent come on man! at him with your eyes. But he just squirms. “I… I can’t…”

“What are you talking about boy, get your dirty ass out of my pool right fucking now”. Joel is getting louder, and Jesse understands he has no choice. He climbs onto the deck, not looking into either yours or Joel’s face. Immediately the source of his embarrassment becomes very clear: He still sports a hard-on. You smirk with your head down. God you might be a bitch, but this is just too funny. Joel looks at him. 

“So that’s why you are really here”, he muses. “Trying to get a quiet place to fuck.” Both of you shake your head fervently. “No Mr. …” Joel steps in front of you, looming. “So then why is your friend’s dick up n’ready if not to fuck you, hm?” He looks at your frowning face, then looks back to Jesse. He reads the truth from both your faces. “Oh I see. So you” he points his gun at you “don’t want to fuck him”, he concludes and steps to face Jesse. “But you want to fuck her. Pretty badly. Am I right?”. He places the pistol under Jesse's chin, tilting his face upward. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir” he whispers. 

“Yes what? Why are you here again?”

“I am here because I want to fuck her” Jesse looks like he is going to cry. Joel takes a step back from him. “That wasn’t so hard was it. So, then what happened? She left you in there with blue balls?” Jesse nods, looking at his toes with a red embarrassed face. He is so pathetic is all you can think. 

Joel’s attention returns to you. He points his gun at you once more and your pulse hitches, even though you are quite sure he would not use it, right? His face is unreadable, less angry now, but still dark and unfriendly. You fear you can’t charm yourself out of this situation. “Hands up” he barks at you. Stunned you take a second to register the command. Joel waves his pistol upwards impatiently. You raise your right hand while keeping your left clasped in the towel, maintaining a modest cover in front of you. “Both hands, up now”. You stare at Joel in disbelieve. What is his point? “Don’t have all night, put your hand up god dammit!” You let go of the towel to lift your hand over your head. It falls on the ground with a thud, leaving your body exposed to Joel’s view. Your underwear is still wet and your nipples harden immediately in the light breeze. You register a dangerous glint in Joel’s eyes as he watches you. Hungry you think. Shit, you are in deep shit here. Fear starts to creep up in your body and settles in your core. What is this lunatic going to do to me? 

“Please,” your voice is way too high and weak “please Mr Miller, let us go. We’ll not bother you again, I promise”. He doesn’t react. Just stands there, puffing his cigarette while looking at you as if you were a piece of red meat. “Can see why you want to fuck her” he finally concludes and pulls at his cigarette. “Pretty tits, nice hips. Am I right?” Jesse nods hesitantly. “You know what, I am not one to ruin your night”. Joel gestures to the sunchair. “Lay down”. You don’t move. Your head spins. Your eyes are darting from one corner of the garden to the other, searching for a way out, but to run away you have to get past Joel. And you are not so sure anymore if he would shoot you or not. I always knew this guy was fucked up.

Joel seizes your right wrist and violently pulls you to the sunchair. Pain shoots through your shins as you fall onto it. Joel pushes your shoulders down and your head slams onto the wooden chair frame. “Sit still”. He takes two cable ties out of the pocket on his robe. Why on earth does he have these on him? You stare at him without understanding anything until he slides one over your right hand and the armrest. Before you can react, he tightens it and the plastic cuts into your skin. “No”, you shout, “what are you doing?” “Keep quiet and sit still” His hand comes down onto your face, you hear the slapping sound and your cheek burns. It happens so fast that it succeeds at shutting you up. You stare up at him, frozen and speechless. You don’t dare fighting back as he chains your other hand to the chair as well. Nobody walks around with zip ties in his bathrobe just like this. He must have taken them from his house on purpose. He knew he was going to do this to you. You hear your blood rushing in your ears, everything seems fuzzy. Breath, just breath, you need to get your shit together! You try to calm your heartrate down. You unclench your hands and try to relax, breathing through your nose. “That’s right, be a good girl” Joel’s voice next to your ear sends shivers down your spine. You feel his breath on your cheek. Don’t look at him, just concentrate on yourself. You keep your eyes straight ahead, but you cannot block out Joel’s words as he is now talking to Jesse. 

“What’s your name”

“Jesse”

“Ok Jesse, here she is, all ready for you now. She can’t run away anymore.” 

Cold metal touches your arm and you jerk away, the ties holding you back and causing pain to shoot up your arms. Joel runs the barrel of his gun up to your shoulders, over your collarbone and under your chin. You open your eyes slowly. He stares at you with an insidious grin. 

“Come on, you can touch her now, she won’t bite anymore”. 

Jesse stands at your feet, eyes blown out by fear. Joel pulls the second sun chair over to himself, positioning it a meter away from you. He sits down, legs wide apart, still smiling and smoking his cigarette, gun lazily pointed at you from his knee.

You turn over to Jesse. He looks mortified. You shake his head at him. Don’t do it. But he is too afraid of Joel not to obey. He takes a few small steps towards your feet. You bring you knees up, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“Come on boy, don’t be scared, she won’t do anything to you. She will be a good girl, right sweetie?” Joel sounds like he is enjoying this. Jesse breaths deeply in and out, as to prepare himself to do what he has to do. 

You lie there and feel helpless. Your mind has gone blank, there is nothing you can do about anything that is going to happen. As you watch Jesse approach, you start to tremble. His first touch on your knee feels like an electric shock. You look up to his face. It is pale and shows no emotion. Like a zombie. His fingers feel cold on your thigh and his gaze is transfixed on your body. He can’t even look me in the eyes. He pushes your legs to one side so he can sit down next to you on the chair. He looks over you, your hands, your arms, your belly, your chest. Until he finally arrives at your face. His eyes say Forgive me, and you almost pity him, but as he lays down next to you, you feel his hard-on poke into your hip. No, that cannot be true. He cannot be enjoying this. You turn your face to his with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he whispers. “No, Jesse, you don’t have to do this.” you whisper back. “Jesse, please, get off me” you whimper, eyes watery and burning. His hand creeps up your body and over your chest. He stops and grabs your breast tightly. You hear his laboured breathing right at your ear and he starts grinding into your thigh. Your mind wants to fight, claw, bite and spit at him, but your body has given up. You are limp, unmoving, tears streaming down your face. 

Jesse rolls on top of you, his head still at your neck, kissing you behind the ear. Fucking coward, you scream at him in your mind. But no sound escapes your lips. He humps into your lower body, his hand still kneading your breast. You cannot stand to watch this one more second. You close your eyes, breathing through your mouth to not smell his aftershave. A sound from your left reminds you of Joel’s presence. He sat up in his chair, dark eyes fixed on the pair of you, holding the gun in one hand, while he palms himself with the other under his robe. Fucking pervert. He sees your horrified expression and grins. 

No, you are not giving him a show, not for longer than needed. Jesse cannot handle you. If you play along, he will come in under a minute. It will be over fast. 

This is the first coherent plan your brain can come up with and it immediately gives you a glimmer of hope. I don’t want this. But it’s Jesse, it could be worse. You turn your head to Jesse’s face. “Hey, please, if we are going to fuck, at least kiss me properly first.” Jesse’s body tenses up as you speak to him in such brute language. But he gives in and raises his face over yours, the hopeful puppy eyes shining through his zombie mask. You do your best to soften your features, even though you cannot manage a smile. “Ok.” You think Jesse is more talking to himself than you. Timidly he closes the distance and presses his lips onto yours. They taste like chlorine from the pool and beer from earlier in the pub. You fight a gag reflex and open your mouth for his tongue. He licks into you and you lift your hips up to press on his. Come on boy, stop holding back. He moans and starts panting into your open mouth. 

“Take your pants off” you encourage him. He immediately follows your orders, sitting up on his knees, fumbling with the zipper and finally kicking them off to the side together with his boxers. His white body almost glowed in the moonlight. His member rigid and ready as he leans over you. You want to crawl away, but you all you manage is a few centimetres before the ties hold you in place. He starts dragging your panties, but you stop him. “No, Jesse, just pull them aside. Come on, no time, I want you now” Fuck you Miller, you’re not going watch me naked. Jesse is way too far gone to hear your false tone. With two fingers he pushes aside the black lace. If he had a brain, he would realize I am dry as a desert. Shit, I hope it’s not going to hurt too much. You see Jesse holding his dick to line himself up. At least he is not very big. “Spit on it” you tell him, this time in a sharp and clear voice. Jesse’s head shoots up at your demand. “Please” you add. He spits in his hand and starts lubing himself up. Thank god. You try to relax and brace for his intrusion. You can take it, just imagine it is someone else. Someone you like. Someone hot. You close your eyes as Jesse collapses onto you and starts pushing in, with grunts that remind you of a fat pig. Someone hot, come on now. It was not that easy. Your ex comes to mind, but you never really enjoyed sex with him. Some one-night stands you had were gorgeous, but you couldn’t really remember how they looked. You felt Jesse sliding deeper into you. It burns, but it’s still tolerable. Come on, there has to be someone. 

You clench your eyes shut and your mind creates a picture. A picture of a man that was familiar, that you had fantasised about many times before. 

No, nonono, not now, not him. You gasp and open your eyes, but close them again fast as you see Jesse face distort as he feels you clench on his dick. The man appears again before your inner eye: Joel Miller, in every detail, as if if he was burnt into your eyelids. You see his stern face, his fuzzy salt-and-pepper hair and beard, now slightly more grey then the last time you imagined him like this. It makes him look more serious. His eyes are cold, but with this hungry look that terrified you so much earlier. His jaw clenched, chin slightly up, he stares at you, condescendingly. You see his broad shoulders and muscular builder arms with visible veins. You always wanted to touch those, grab onto them while he fucks you. Shit, why do you want him so much?

You turn your head sideways, away from Jesse’s moaning to look over to Joel. He has opened up his robe and is clearly stroking himself, getting off at you being claimed and overpowered by another man. His thick thighs are spread wide apart. A sudden jolt of arousal courses though you and you feel how your pussy is getting more damp, with every stroke of Joel’s big hand.  Joel grins, he can read your emotions like book. Immediately you turn away. No, I can’t let him have this. He is crazy, a fucking pervert! He is enjoying watching me getting raped! you scolded yourself. But his image had turned you on enough so Jesse fucking you felt a bit better. If he would just touch your clit you could almost enjoy yourself… But no, you wanted this to be over fast.

“Come on Jesse, give it to me, fuck me harder” you hiss between clenched teeth. As he starts pounding you tense all your muscles as much as you can. Jesse feels you tightening and with a stream of ‘Oh god’s he pushes into you two more times before you feel him coming inside you. The sensation of his cum spurting into you and his sweaty hands and body on you immediately takes you back into reality and makes you instantly nauseous. You wriggle under Jesse’s now limp body, trying to throw him off you. You feel like you can’t breath, a lump ties up your throat. Jesse props himself up and looks down at your teary face. And finally, his brain seems to register what he has done. You see panic wash over him and he stumbles to his feet and away from you. He quickly finds his boxers and puts them on while walking away backwards, still looking at you with bulging eyes. “I.. I am so, so.. so sorry” he stammers, until he finally turns around and runs away. You want to scream after him. Coward. Pervert. Rapist. But you are still chained, still trying to stop yourself from vomiting. Still not safe. So, you keep quiet. 

You hear Joel getting up and strutting over to you. As he steps over your body you look up at his looming figure. The first thing you register is that he left the gun on the other sunchair. You feel relief, at least he is not going to kill me. But the second thing you see lets you shudder again. He is holding his big, fully erect cock with both hands in front of you. The head is red, engorged and fat, looking almost like a mushroom. Pulsating veins run along the shaft and down to his big heavy balls. He slowly fucks his fists, spreading dripping precum over his whole length. “Tsss, look at the mess the little boy left” he mutters, bending down to have a better look at your face. “And he didn’t even make you cum. Boys nowadays don’t have any manners” His breath smells like cigarette. You stare at him with all the hate you can muster. He laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. You brought this onto yourself, playing games all night with this poor guy. You don’t have any manners either.” He cocks his head sideways. “But tell me, who did you think of when he fucked you? Hm?” 

Shitshitshishit, how does he know? Joel stands back up and laughs again. “I remember you staring through the hedge at me when I was doing garden work. You seemed to enjoy the view. Am I not right?” He glares down at you. You stare back defiantly. His expression hardens and he slaps his hard dick in your face. “Answer me!” You try to hold back, but the tears are rolling down your face again. You feel embarrassed and exposed. “Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir, I was spying on you.”

“And why did you do that?”

“Because I thought you were hot” Your voice is almost inaudible.

Joel chuckles. “Well baby, today is your happy day where all your dreams come true. Because I am going to fuck some manners into you.”

It feels like your body did not know how to react to these words. You are horrified, scared, appalled. And at the same time, warm arousal stirs in your belly. It makes you cry even more, but Joel does not seem to like that. “Stop crying, I don’t want to look at a baby when I fuck your face.” He had opened up his bathrobe and you look at his toned chest, his belly rising with his breaths, the v lines you always found so sexy pointing down towards his big heavy member. You swallow hard, and once more try to stabilise your breathing. The tears slowly stop falling. 

Joel gropes your hair tilting your head back. “Open your mouth”. As soon as your lips part he shoves his dick down your throat. You try to swallow all of him, but as soon as he hits the back you start gagging. He pushes in even more and you can’t breath. You taste the salty and tangy aroma of the mix of his juices and sweat. When he yanks himself out of you, you wheeze and cough. “Fuck, girl you look like a proper whore with your mouth on my dick” He pushes his tip against your lips. “Now suck it”. He goes easier on you this time. But he is so big your lips hurt from stretching around him. And the worst is that his taste is not appalling to you, on the contrary, you want to lick his cock clean and him staring at you while you doing it is turning you on so much. You hate yourself when tingling starts to spread between your legs and you hate yourself even more when a whine escapes you when Joel circles one of your nipples with his fingertips. “Look at this little whore enjoying herself” he coos, freeing your breast from your bra and pinching your nipple hard. You groan from the sudden pain and his cock twitches in your mouth. Sick motherfucker. 

He retreats and picks up the towel on the floor. “Let’s make you pretty and clean for daddy to ruin you, shall we”. He sticks two thumbs under your panties to pull them down, but you kick his leg up to stop him. He dodges your knee and slams your leg back down onto the chair. He seizes both your ankles easily despite you resisting. He is way stronger than you. And that should really not turn you on so much. He forces your legs open and kneels down between them. “I said, let’s clean you up” he hisses between gritted teeth. He grabs your panties and rips them in two. Your pussy lays bare in front of him. Your folds glisten from your arousal and Jesse’s cum is gradually dripping out of you. “Such a mess” Joel repeats. He runs his thumb through your folds and it takes all your resolve to not squirm. Fuck, this should not feel good. All about this is wrong. Joel gazes up at your concentrated face and presses down on your clit, hard. “Fucckk” you hiss while jerking your hips up again Joel’s hand. He starts rubbing small circles and you want to scream. It feels so good. He gets faster and a hot coil forms in your belly. No, don’t come, don’t give him this. But you are helpless. The coil snaps and your body convulses as you inadvertently moan, from pleasure and embarrassment at once.

Joel watches as your pussy clenches down on nothing and a gush of cum flows out. He takes the towel, wraps it around his hand, pushes it into you with two fingers and starts to turn it around. The fabric is rough and raspy, and it feels like the outer layers of your walls are ground off. Your moan turns into a yelp. Joel keeps going until every drop of wetness that was in you is soaked up in the towel. He then yanks it out, lays it on you and rubs over your clit. You try to turn your body away, but his other hand is firm on your hip, you cannot move. Your insides feel as if you were internally skinned and the coarse material on your sensitive spot is too much. You cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He leans over you to reach your mouth and covers it with his hand to keep you quiet while his other hand rubs your clit through the towel. Your while body tenses up from the overstimulation and more tears fill your eyes as you try to scream against Joels hand. Your chest lifts from the chair, as he keeps dragging the fabric over your clit. Every nerve in your body firest and the world reduces to the painful red pleasure pulsating from the sweet spot between your legs.

The second orgasm hits you like a lightning. You bite into Joel’s palm, pain shoots through your wrist where the cable binders hold you against the sunchair as you pull on them. Violent spasms run in waves through your abdomen and you feel how a stream of juices shoots out of you and onto Joel’s towel covered palm on your mound. 

As you come down from your high your body goes limp, exhausted. Joel inspects the bite marks you left on his palm with intrigue, but his hands are covered thick skin from manual work and you did not draw a even one drop of blood. Then he lifts the ruined towel to his nose and inhales deeply while starting to fist his dick again. “Shit, baby, your squirting almost made me come on your tits.” When he looks back down on you his eyes had gone completely black. “I will fuck you now. And you will enjoy it, you hear me?” You nod and quickly add “Yes, sir”. He takes your wobbly legs and throws them on his shoulders, lifts your hips up and positions his hands to get a good grip. He lines himself up and pushes into you in one strong thrust. You hold onto the armrests you are tied to and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you are parted in two. He bottoms out with a groan, his balls slap onto your ass, and you try to remember how to breath.

“Fuck, baby, so tight” you hear Joel mutter as he retracts and slams back into you with full force. You wince, not able to muster any strength to hold yourself together anymore. You enter a trance-like state where you feel your body being rocked back and forth as if in slow motion, see how Joel’s head falls back, feel his fingers dig deep into the flesh of your hips. You see him fucking you from above, see the sweat running down his temples, and into his beard. You hear your bodies connect with wet slaps sounding like thunder as he enters you again and again. 

With a guttural grunt he pulls out and lets you fall back into the chair. Your consciousness returns into your body as he mounts you, pressing your legs down at your side to fold you in two like a jack knife. His face is now just millimetres from yours, you can feel his breath on your hot skin. “I know you want this” he breathes. You slowly shake your head, but he stops by digging three fingers painfully into your jaw. “You want me, and when I’m finished you go home, you go to bed and touch yourself thinking about me.” You nod very slowly. 

“Good girl. Now take my cock I want to come into your dirty pussy.” He grabs one of your breast and sucks hard on your nipple as he smashes himself back into you. The angle is so deep you can feel him in your gut. As he starts fucking into you, he hits the back of your cervix which makes you cry out loud. It both hurts and electrifies you. You pant, mouth agape, your pussy feels sore and wounded. Joel grunts, one of his hands wanders over your breast to your collarbone and closes around your throat. He holds you in place, slamming his cock into you directly hitting that perfect spot at the back of your cunt. You try to breath, but can only gasp. Your vision gradually goes dark as the lack of oxygen grows, your body arches up, all your muscles strung to breaking point. As another hard stroke hits your cervix, stars explode in front of your eyes and you clench down on Joel repeatedly, milking his dick. He groans forcefully and hot cum fills you once again, spilling over and dripping out, Joel’s cock pulsating rhythmically. He releases his chokehold on your neck and you desperately gasp for air while laying back down against the chair, muscle spasms running through your belly and legs. You close your eyes, feeling fuzzy in the head and exhausted like never before in your life. 

You don’t realize when Joel gets up and undoes the zip ties binding you onto the chair. Your arms fall down to the floor devoid of any strength. He covers you with the clean towel before walking off and enters his house.

You wake up a few hours later, cold and clammy, the garden and pool laying in complete darkness. You sit up and clutch the towel against your chest, fear running through every nerve in your body. But you see and hear nothing and nobody. Your heart rate normalises and very carefully you put your feet down one side of the sunchair onto the wooden deck. You look at your wrists. Deep red marks show where you had been chained just a few hours ago. You feel the panic again rising in your chest. I need to get out of here. Bent over and the towel pressed tightly to your chest you run towards the hedge. If you remember correctly there is a small hole where you can squeeze through to the back of your house. Yes, here it is. Half naked as you are the branches of the bushes leave scratches on your arms and back, but you don’t care. You hurriedly look for the extra key under the doormat of you back entrance and after some fumbling due to your shaky hands you manage to open the door. As quietly as possible you make your way upstairs to your room and close and latch the door behind you. Your mother doesn’t like you locking yourself into your room, but tonight you need the security. You fall onto your bed, pressing your face into your pillow, breathing the familiar scent and after many long deep breaths you slowly, very slowly, start feeling your body again. 

First you feel the cuts from the hedge, then your wrists start to hurt. And finally, you feel the wet stickiness between your legs. Your body starts to tremble as everything that happened, with Jesse and then Joel plays out again in your head. You cry, the pillow muting your sounds. You cry until you have no tears left in you. 

After the panic and dread had settled down you sit up and start cleaning your folds with your bedsheets. As you do that your view is drawn outside the window in front of you, to the pool in your neighbour’s garden. Joel stands there in his bathrobe, looking up at your room, your dress in your hand. You freeze and feel how your hand automatically starts massaging your clit. Joel’s voice echoes in your head “When I’m finished you go home, you go to bed and touch yourself thinking about me.” Lust pierces through you like fire. Fuck.

[justanothersanjilover]

One Piece Modern Gym Au Wip (Part 18)

“…ji? Hello?! Sanji!”

Sanji snapped out of his thoughts when a hand was waved before his face.

“Sorry, beautiful, what did you just say?” He looked apologizingly at Nami.

“That you maybe should start preparing some drinks.”

“Oh, yes…Yes! You’re right! Shit…I’m sorry, I’ll start right away.”

Nami smiled, shaking her head and muttering something about how he could stare at that green-haired hunk all evening long. Sanji’s face got hot as he realized she noticed him staring at Zoro - but he couldn't not stare, really! Zoro was sitting on a butterfly press and working his chest and shoulder muscles. He wore a loose-fitting tank top that showed his muscle-packed arms and parts of his massive back, paired with black shorts that also showed his strong legs. It was a miracle Sanji didn't start to drool.

Ripping his eyes from Zoro, he got started on the drinks for the ladies on the table beside the bar. They wanted some fruity cocktails for their after-workout talk. Not five minutes later, Sanji walked over to place them on the table.

“There you go. Sorry for the wait,” he scratched the back of his head. “I was a bit distracted…”

“Yeah, we could tell,” one of them said, smiling.

“I thought you’d forgotten about us, to be honest,” another one grinned.

Sanji placed a hand on his chest and acted offended.

“I would never forget about such beautiful ladies in my entire life!”

The three laughed and shook their heads. The redhead grinned up at him.

“We don't blame you. Zoro looks hot; we actually only take this table to watch her…”

“Him, to watch him,” said the blond girl - she sounded a little angry.

“What ever.”

“No! It’s not whatever. It’s people like you who make his life hell.”

Sanji glared at the redhead. Then he smiled.

“I‘m sure he didn't mean that,” he said in the round.

“Excuse me?”

The redhead looked at him, a little shocked.

“You heard me. Not that nice to be misgendered, no? As long as you misgender others, I’m doing the same to you.”

She opened her mouth and closed it again. Maybe for the better, Sanji thought. The rest of the group smiled shily or downright happy that he stood up against the redhead.

Sanji flashed her a toothy grin and walked back to the bar. It wasn't long for Zoro to come over and sit in front of it. He watched Sanji prepare some Snacks and smiled.

“You didn't need to do that, you know?” Zoro finally said as Sanji’s attention landed on him.

“What?”

“Correcting Cindy,” Zoro talked about the redhead from earlier. “She always was that way…I’m used to her comments.”

“That’s why I will always do this. You shouldn't be used to such things. It shouldn't be normal - it sure isn't the other way around! If I misgender her, she’ll flip every time!”

Zoro smiled fondly and reached for Sanji’s hand. Placing a shy kiss on top of it while looking into his blue eye. Sanji instantly flashed a bright red - the knife he was holding hit the ground with a short clatter. Chuckling, Zoro pulled back and watched Sanji closely.

“For fucks sake, Marimo! You can't just do that!” Sanji exclaimed after he found his voice again.

“Just did,” Zoro smirked and leaned back in his chair.

“You…I…This is…” Sanji was completely thrown off.

“Calm down, Curly. It was just a kiss,” Zoro chuckled.

“I know! That's the point!”

Zoro thought for a moment, then smirked downright dirty at him.

“I could do other things with your hands, you know?”

“Zoro!”

Now, Sanji slapped him on the head, but Zoro saw how his tongue darted out to wet his lips and how his pupil got slightly delayed. Oh, that was interesting! He would remember that!

“Sorry,” he laughed and got an annoyed look from Sanji.

“I know you’re not!”

Now Zoro laughed and didn't stop until Sanji casually pointed his knife in his direction.

“I’m gonna fight you if you don't stop!”

“Oh?” Now Zoro smirked and leaned forward until his throat was at level with the tip of the knife. “Please do. I want to see what you can actually do with a knife.”

“Fuck…” Sanji breathed out - almost moaned.

“Can you two stop fucking each other with looks and words in front of everyone?! Get a room, my god!” Nami’s voice roared from behind Zoro.

He growled…the moment was gone. Sanji snapped out of it and started to cut some fruits for a smoothie. His face was a deep, beautiful red, which made Zoro smile a bit.

“Where are we going tomorrow and when?” Zoro finally asked and thanked Sanji for the smoothie that was placed in front of him.

“That’s a secret, and I’d say about…four pm? Is that okay?”

“Sure, I plan my work around other appointments, so usually every time works for me.”

“Great,” Sanji beamed at him, and it was the best image of him Zoro had ever seen.

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[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 48

word count - 2.6k warnings - Spencer having low self-esteem, Spencer and Lina being adorkable and awkward, one kiss, pretty much just fluff! Summary: A new work week starts, and Spencer and Lina solidify plans for their first 'official' date.

Monday morning comes around, and after I get through about half of my usual routine, I get a text. Surprised, I put my makeup brush down to check who it was.

Good morning, Lina. I hope you had a good rest of your weekend, and I can't wait to see you today. :-)

With a giant grin on my face, I quickly text Spencer back.

Good morning, Spencer. I can't wait to see you, too! :-)

Humming happily, I quickly finish and get dressed, heading out the door to grab our usual coffee. Once I have them in hand, I swiftly make my way to the metro, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for the vehicle to stop.

When it finally does, I race inside, doing my best to not spill either drink. I start to search for Spencer, smiling when I find him and he gives a tiny wave. I walk over to him and sit next to him, handing him his drink. He smiles, and our hands brush together as he takes hold of it.

"Hey, Lina. How was the rest of your weekend? Did you sleep ok?" he asks softly, taking a sip of his coffee.

I nod and say, "Yeah, I, uh, I just slept with a light on til Val got back home, and I was ok. No other nightmares, but no dreams either, so, I guess that's a win?"

"Well, no nightmares is definitely a win, I'd say," Spencer says, placing his hand on top of mine, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

I sigh and close my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder, causing him to momentarily freeze before carefully lacing his fingers with mine and squeezing my hand.

After a moment or two like that, I lift my head and look at Spencer. He gives me a small smile before letting go of my hand.

I grin as he takes another drink of his coffee, telling him, "Y'know, you're really cute and sweet, d'you know that, Doc?"

He splutters a bit, grabbing a napkin to clean up his face before the coffee drips down onto his shirt. I bite my lip to hold in a laugh and say, "I'm sorry, Spence. Still gotta get used to compliments, huh?" Cheeks red, he just nods.

I smile at him, then ask, "So, um, I never really asked, but are we...allowed...to date?"

He lets out a small laugh and says, "You know, I don't know for certain? I never read that part of the code of conduct. I, uh, I suppose I can get around to that later today to find out the answer..."

"Safe to say we avoid as much blatant PDA as possible at work until we know for sure, yeah?" I say, taking a long drink.

"I-uh, wh-what?" he stammers.

"Public displays of affection. Like kissing, possibly hand-holding. At least until we know for sure what the protocol is." I say softly.

"O-oh, y-yeah, that makes sense..." he says, pushing his glasses up his nose and signaling for our stop.

"That said, we're not at work yet, so..." he says, standing up and holding his hand out for me to take. I smile shily as I place my hand in his, and we walk off the Metro and towards work. 

Strolling along quietly hand in hand, we savor the bit of time we have before we get to work. Once we come up to the building's doors, Spencer squeezes my hand, then lets go, opening the door for us to go inside.

Walking in, we head up the elevators and once we get up to the office, we part ways, Spencer saying, "I guess...I'll see you at lunch?"

I smile and nod, saying, "See ya, Doc." turning and heading towards the computer room.

I set my purse on my desk as Penny rushes over to hug me, and after pulling away, she starts, "Oh my God, honey, how are you? Derek told me, did Reid help you calm down? Did you get any sleep? Are you ok?"

I say, "I'm-I'm ok, Pen. A little shaken up, but I'm ok. I got some sleep when I got home, and yeah, Spencer did help me..." not being about to stop myself from smiling after saying the last part.

"Oh, good, good...how'd our Boy Genius help you? Did he go on a tangent about aglets or something?" she says with a chuckle, pulling her chair over and sitting down in front of me.

I laugh lightly and say, "No, we just...spent some time together. Watched some Doctor Who, got some takeout, he spent the night..."

"Hold up, what?! Lina, you saucy little minx..." Penny says with an amused gasp.

I snort and say, "Not like that, Pen, come on!"

She giggles and says, "I know, I'm just teasing, sorry."

I start typing up my portion of the case, and after a while, the other agents start intermittently coming in to drop off their files to be typed up. Spencer comes in to deliver his, and I can't help but give him a dopey grin. 

"Hey, Lina, Garcia," he says when he walks in, flashing me a sweet smile. After getting a wave hello from Penny without turning around in her chair, he leans towards me and says quietly, "So, I checked, and I couldn't find anything saying it's not allowed."

I nod and quickly look over my shoulder to see if Penny is paying any attention to us, and seeing her still typing away at her computer, I turn back and say softly, "So, talk more about it at lunch?" to which Spencer nods.

"I'll, uh, I'll see you at lunch then, Lina," he says, blushing slightly. 

"See you, Spence," I say, still smiling happily as I watch him leave.

I turn back to my computer and am met by Penny sitting in her chair, having scootched it beside mine, looking at me as if she's found a secret she's trying to crack.

"So, uh, what's with that smile? You seem to be in quite a good mood this morning," she says, eyeing me carefully.

I playfully roll my eyes and say, "C'mon, Pen, you know how much I like Spencer. I've smiled like a dork like this before. Not like anything about that's changed." Technically, not a lie. I think to myself. 

She eyes me skeptically, then says, "You mean to say you still haven't said anything to him?! Aw girly, come on, seriously?!"

I just smile and shrug, giving a 'what can you do?' type of face without saying a word, then turn back to get to work on Spencer's folder.

After an hour or so, Derek comes in to hand off his folder, then says, "Hey, you two. Songbird, you doing ok? Was Reid able to help you feel better after that case?"

I flush slightly, then say, "Uh, yeah, yeah, he did. He, uh, he helped me through a bit of a panic attack. Really calmed me down." Didn't hurt that he was holding me in his arms, either... I think.

"That's good, I'm glad he helped you. You still need anything, you call me, ok?" he says, and I nod and smile at him. He smiles back, then turns to Penny for them to do their custom flirty banter.

Just as I finish up on the file I'm typing, Spencer shows up again, and asks me, "Hey, ready to go?"

I nod and smile at him, slinging my purse over my shoulder. "See you guys in a bit, we're gonna go to lunch." I say to Penelope and Derek, who both smile, while Penny says in a sing-song voice, "Have fun, you two!"

Spencer looks at me, and I shrug, then we walk off for lunch. After getting our food and sitting down, I quietly say, "OK, so, it doesn't say that we can't date. Are there any restrictions or rules we need to follow?"

Spencer shakes his head and says, "Not from what I read. I, uh, I think we may have to talk to Hotch about it. But, um, i-if it's ok, could we wait after a, uh, a-a few more dates? I, uh, I want to make sure you, ah, w-we, um-"

I gently place my hand over Spencer's to stop him spiraling and say, "Yeah, I get it. You want to see if we're compatible for the long term. I get it. Um, how-how many sounds good? Like, after...5 dates? Or more?" I say with a gentle smile.

He breaks into a relieved grin and says, "Y-yeah, 5 dates sound...amazing, quite honestly. I-I just...hope you don't get sick of me after 5 dates."

I look at him, my eyebrows knitted together in concern, and say, "So, you remember when I talked about the 'incredible guy' I had a crush on? You do remember that's you, right? I don't think I'm gonna get sick of you, Doc. OK?" and rub the back of his hand with my thumb.

Spencer smiles at me and nods, and I squeeze his hand and say, "Gotta work on that self-esteem, babe..." 

It takes me a few moments to realize what I said, and I freeze, but then Spencer gives me a shy smile and says quietly, "I-I'm ok with 'babe'. I...I kinda like the pet name..."

I flush and nod, then say, "I-ok, I-I was hoping I didn't mess up or go too far, or too fast..."

He chuckles and shakes his head, saying, "No, you're ok...sweetheart." I redden and giggle at that. "Was-was that-" he starts, and I shake my head and squeeze his hand again.

"No, no, that's good, I'm just...not used to that. It, uh, it kind of took me by surprise, that's all." I say softly.

He gives me a bashful smile and nods. I smile back and say, "OK. So, after...5 dates?" Spencer nods, and I continue. "After 5 dates, we...we talk to Hotch about what we need to do to...to work together and have a relationship, yeah?" Spencer nods again, and I let out a nervous breath.

We start eating our lunch then, and I say, "On that note, about our dates. Did we want to, like, take turns on figuring out what we do?"

Spencer smiles and says, "I'd like that. When, um, when would we want to go on these dates, what-what day?"

I think for a moment and say, "Well, to be honest, I don't want to give up our Doctor Who Saturdays. If-if you're ok with spending time together multiple days a week outside of work..." 

"I'm alright with that," he says. 

"Did we...did we want to try for a set day, or just see where the week takes us?" I ask.

"As much as a set day sounds great, I think we're going have to go with the second option, simply due to work," he says. I nod, and he then asks, "So for, uh, our upcoming date, would Sunday be ok? You know, so long as we're able..." 

I nod and smile, saying, "Yeah, Sunday sounds wonderful, Spencer. What time should I be ready? And where did you want to meet?"

"Oh, I can pick you up and take you home. As for the time, how does 2 o'clock sound?" he says, cleaning up our things from lunch.

"2 o'clock sounds good, Doc. Is there a specific way I should dress, or should I just stick with comfortable?" I ask, helping with our trays.

"No, comfortable works. At least, comfortable shoes," he says as we slowly start walking back.

"Oh, yeah? You've got a plan there, Spence?" I say, cocking an eyebrow and smiling.

He grins and says, "Yeah, I've got the beginnings of one, at least. I just hope you like what I have planned."

"I'm sure I will, Doc. So, um, see you for the ride home?" I ask as we get to where we have to part ways.

"Yeah. I'll see you then, Lina," he says softly.

I head back to Penny, and I do my best to focus on work, but can't help but feel excited for the weekend already.

Finally, it's time to head home, and I get ready in record time. "Whoa there, girly, you've got somewhere to be?" Penny says jokingly.

I grin and shrug, saying, "Well, uh, n-not necessarily, just...kinda wanna head home and...y'know, relax,"

"Ahhh, yeah, still probably kinda tense from the last case, I get it. If you want, I can give you a ride ho-" Penny says, but I cut in with, "No!"

I clear my throat and quickly say, "No, no, that's ok, I just kinda...wanna get back into the same old routine, you know? Back to 'normal'?" 

She looks at me momentarily, and I worry that she doesn't believe me, but then she gives me an empathetic look and says, "Of course, sweetie. You do what makes you feel better again. You need anything, you let me know though, ok?"

I smile and say, "Absolutely. Thanks, Pen."

Getting to the elevators, we're joined by Derek and Spencer, and we all ride down, Derek and Penny filling in all the chatter today. Once we get to the bottom, Spencer and I head out, and I try to say as casually as possible, "See you guys tomorrow!"

It isn't till we're a good few blocks away that I say to Spencer, "Oh, that was close!" He gives me a quizzical look, and I continue.

"There were a few times today when I was almost positive she knew something was up between you and me, but, well, we never discussed that, so I wasn't gonna say anything just yet..."

Spencer nods, and I say, "I'm telling you, it's really hard to stay quiet about finally going out with the guy you've had a crush on for months..." giving him a coy smile, causing him to flush a bit.

"Yeah, well, I think I may have made Morgan a little suspicious, I was looking up something for our date on the computer when he came by and asked me what I was doing. I just told him I was researching something I'd seen from a few books I had read, I'm not entirely sure he bought it, though..." he says with a small chuckle.

Giggling along with him, we make it to the station, and when the metro pulls up and stops, Spencer grabs my hand and we race on, finding a small spot without many people around. 

I sigh and say, "All that said, how would you feel if our friends found out before we talk to Hotch?"

He thinks for a moment and says, "You know, if it happens, it happens. As long as you and I are ok, I can't really say I care too much if they know. And I'm pretty sure our jobs won't be in any danger, I read the handbook 3 times to be sure."

I give him a surprised look, and he says, "I really wanted to make sure we were in the clear..."

I smile and lean my head onto his shoulder, and he puts his arm around me, and we sit like that for the rest of the ride.

When my stop comes up, after I signal for the metro to let me off, Spencer grabs my hand before I stand up. I look at him and he gives me a quick, soft kiss, then lets go of my hand, quietly saying, "I'll see you tomorrow, Lina."

I grin and say, "I'll see you tomorrow, Spence." Then head off the vehicle and head home, quite giddy.

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[paige-b-when-1]

One of the most surprising things Nick came across in the west after the defeat of the Witch was how many kids didn't have parents. It broke his heart to see it.

When he returned after making sure Dorothy got home safely, the Winkies took in as many kids as they could during his leave.

Nick used most of his time to help rebuild the west; only stopping to oil his joints or to talk to the Winkies.

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One evening, Nick was cutting down some old trees that had since passed to make room for new trees. When he finished, he looked over to the first one he cut down to see a kid hiding herself so Nick won't see her. Nick only saw a glimpse of her head before she ducked.

Nick walked halfway to the fallen tree and got on his knees.

"Hey kid, are you lost?" Nick asked out.

The kid peaked out and decided to climb over the fallen tree. She also fell which gave Nick a little heart attack. The kid slowly walked up to Nick. She shook her head no to Nick's question.

"Are you hurt?" Nick asked with worry.

The girl looked herself over quickly and shook her head no.

"Are you hungry or cold or need anything?" He asked.

The girl seemed to think a little. She nodded her head. Nick grabbed a bag he started to carry around with food to help feed some people or animals that needed it. He took out some food and gave it to the girl and she ate it up.

"Let's get you somewhere safe and warm" Nick gently told the girl.

The girl hugged Nick with a big smile. Nick hugged back.

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Nick walked back to the Winkie camp that was slowly turning back into a town while holding the kid. There were a lot of warm faces that greeted the Tinman and the kid. Nick tried his best to move quietly as he could since the kid had fallen asleep.

The Winkies grew curious and a small crowd started to form around Nick. One Winkie walked next to him.

"Your Majesty, welcome back" the Winkie whispered happily. "Who's your little friend here?"

"Oh, she is a lost child I found. She seems to not have a name" Nick whispered back.

The girl started to wake up and Nick looked down worried if he accidentally woke her up. She saw the Winkies and shily waved at them. The Winkies waved back with with smiles. Nick smiled.

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After getting back to the castle, Nick started to make a bed made for the kid. She was small, just barely coming to Nick's knee. Nick wanted to make sure she could get on and off the bed easily.

Some Winkies offer to take care of the child but Nick refused saying that they were doing more than enough with the children they were already taking care of. The Winkies hands were full and so are Nick's but Nick is able to keep going on with out rest.

The kid stood by Nick and watched him make her bed.

"Do you have a name of any kind, kiddo?" Nick asked.

The girl shook her head no.

"Do you want to be given one?"

Nodded yes

"How about Rosabella?" Nick asked.

Nodded yes. Nick smiled and picked her up to sit on her bed.

"Now, get comfortable Rosa, you need it" Nick gently said as he started to stand.

Rosabella grabbed his finger to try to pull him back down. Nick decided to go down on his knees again.

"You want me to stay?" Nick asked.

Rosabella nodded.

"Ok, I will" Nick smiled.

[kimmiessimmies]

Rainbow (4/31)

James turned around swiftly while a feeling of dread took hold of him. The very last thing he wanted was to run into someone he knew. Here. Who in the world could this be?

The dark eyes meeting his weren’t immediately familiar, and he raked his brain to find a name to match the face he was looking at. The boy looking at him smiled somewhat shily and adjusted his glasses before running a hand through his dark hair. “You don’t remember me, do you? Well, I guess that makes sense. We only met once, and you had a lot on your mind then.” He held out his hand. “I’m…”

“…Dante!” James said. His mind had finally caught up, and he now clearly remembered his grandmother’s protégé and the brief conversation they had in her studio on the day of her funeral.

Dante smiled and a slight blush tainted his cheeks. “You do remember… I didn’t think you would. But then again, I also didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

“Right… um..,” James stammered, suddenly very aware of the circumstances. “Yes… See… I…”

But Dante gave a wave of his hand and shook his head; “You don’t need to explain anything. We all have our own reasons to be here. I was just surprised, that’s all. But I’m happy to see a familiar face.”

James felt the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. Yes, Dante was right, it was quite nice to see him too. Sasha walked into the room and winked at James. “Right, I think everyone is here. Shall we get started?”

James sat down next to Dante. They exchanged a smile, and James realised the nervous feeling from earlier had faded away.

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[roppongi-division]

"Mireya san!"-hearing her name Mireya turns to see certain belly dancer from kofu city

Ayame was shy as always and looking by his clothes he were going to perform in some place

"happy birthday...I..I just want to give you some gifts"-the belly dancer/jewel designer said shily

Ayame's gift was a beautiful set of gold belly dance jewels

Then Ayame gives Mireya a little box

"uhm, a toyshop's owner in aomori asked me to give you this from his part"

The gift from the war criminal man know as the "aomori's werewolf" is a porcelain figure of a belly dancer

"Thank you, Ayame." Mireya said, smiling as she took both gifts from the young man. She was glad to see Ayame was doing well, despite his shy, skittish nature. Still the nightclub owner didn't hold that against him. Not everyone was the same, after all. Besides, Mireya valued people for their skill and ethics, not their personality.

"You'll have to find time to come back to come back here to Gypsy's Palace. We miss having you." she said, giving the man a handshake and a wave as he departed. Looking at the dress, she knew sales would increase when she put this on. And as for the doll, there was a place in her dance studio that she could put this lovely figurine.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

Hi! *waves enthusiastically with the trenchcoat sleeve*

*wispers* Hi *waves shily through the trenchcoat pocket*

Hey! *waves with the paw that sticks out from under the trenchcoat*

Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

[weflywiththesamewings]

Voran smiles, "I love you more. I am excited to do this marriage thing. Is it less real if we do not con...conssssummate?" he tries the word.

I shake my head, “nope! In some cultures, yes, but not in mine. So… Naboo, here we come, hm?” I lean over and kiss his cheek a few times before flying towards the beautiful planet not far from us.

On Naboo rent a pretty little lake house for a full week, teaching Voran how to swim for the first time, taking him on boat rides, to waterfalls, picnics in the fields of grass and sun, and when it rains I run outside with him to dance and wave our arms to enjoy the water falling from the sky.

We get married on the lakeside, just us, exchanging our vows, and it’s so beautiful I cry into his arm for a little as he rocks me by the water’s edge.

When we leave, I fly to the next planet on our list… Shili.

All togrutas deserve to see where they’ve come from.

I fly in towards the forest planet, smiling widely, “so I… I tracked what tribe you’re from. And your relatives.”

[selenescantina]

After helping with the remands of the long dusted and forgotten Jawa, Train decide to stay for a longer chilling out the cantina many booths, drumming up business when he can with no prospects so instead drinks with only T3 near by for idle chats shipping on nector, paying as to not open a tab. As the evening settles in he waves over to Oro’a, Dedalera and of the owner of the bar Selene to come over and explain what the gifts were he bought in the confusion earlier that day

Train: shouting

Hey Tee enjoy the new clothes, they’re fresh from Ryloth.

Returning to the matter at hand, the group arrived at his both for the day.

Train: apologies for not being forthcoming about the invoices, they are…sensitive and needs less ears to hear and see so let’s start with you Dedalara

He pulls out a key and a datapad for her

Train: oh use the key to unlock the case from what I gather from the order, looks like a EE-1 carbine rifle, a pair of Mandalorian custom pistols and some …fancy gadgets I think. Oh yea looks like a thank you from your clan. Doesn’t say what for but eh Mandalorians.

After D leaves the booth, train next pull out the gift for Ora’a and present it to her opened.

Tee saids your a Sith inquisitior so it only fitting you get an item of importance and power you can wear, a Sith talisman. Wear in around your neck like a necklace or on your armor as you see fit to your liking. Unfortunately I cannot fathom how someone would give you this as these are rare and extremely valuable but alas no clue who sent it. Maybe a friend or colleague in the sith order?

Opens Selene’s gift and presents to you

Right on to you Sel A Sith Artifact of past, spellbooks of dark arts and alchemy for you. a recipe book of Togruta home cooking and has a letter hand written in Togrutaese signed by ‘Nana’..? Family members I guess. And last but not least a Sith styled Akul tooth headdress, use to enhance the wearers powers of the force. This was found by an unlucky group of an archaeological site that unearthed a Sith tomb from a long forgotten Sith Royal before the current Empire, though beautiful craftsmanship it shows the wearer they mean business to those who want a fight.

After handing the last gift, begins to get up and signal T3 to stay until his friend gets here. Don’t worry Tee looks after him, very quiet and mindful. Heading towards the exit for the night but turns around as he forgot something…oh one more thing a question before I leave how you girls end up in a place like this? Been to plenty in my time but never seen a colorful cast of people in one place.

Teeubo: Thank you for the clothes! More to add to my wardrobe!

Dedalera: *unlocks the case and looks at the rifle and the pistols* I think Djuya can have the pistols, I'll keep the rifle. No one from my clan could have sent this because clan Lok got wiped out during the war with Zakuul. Shae is on my shit list, so it couldn't be her... Maybe one of Torian's cousins or something. Thanks.

Oro'a: *looks at the amulet closer* It's ancient, probably from the time of Naga Sadow and the like. I'm not sure who sent this, but I'm keeping it anyways.

Selene: *swallows a lump of emotion as she holds the signed cookbook* Thank you very much. I'll have to give these recipes a try so I can start serving food along with the drinks. I also never expected to have an Akul headdress because I was taken as a slave from Shili when I was a kid...

Teeubo: I think I was the one who found this place first when the whole Revanite and two Revans situation was going on here. Everyone just kinda followed suit the more shit went sideways.

[themonsterandhismuse]

I nod a little, “oh! Stewjon is very close to Shili so we have a lot of togrutas in the city, but only them. They’re very good carpenters.”

“I hope you’ll like her,” he smiles. “She’s very friendly. Oh- there she is,” he waves her over.

The little blue twi hurries over to the twi of you with a big grin, wearing a crop top and leggings from her training sessions. “Hi Ani,” she kisses his cheek, then leans right in to hug you, “oh my gods- you must be Lili!”