#Pompom Circle Dance

[b0rgid]

Praying for the band kids playing Pompous Circus Stands or whatever it's called

[sapphicandgraphic]

The Girl Next Door

Synopsis: A new neighbor turns Melissa’s world upside down.

Chapter: 10/10 (The Aftermath)

Series Warnings: Slow burn, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, protective Melissa, fem reader, age difference, WLW

Chapter Warnings: Fingering, overstimulation, figuring out power dynamics in the moment, subspace, fucking with feelings

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You were dreaming. Had to be. It felt too good to be real. Melissa, warm and soft in your arms, snaked her hands under your shirt. She was tracing slow circles on your rib cage, your stomach. With every passing second, her fingers crept lower, closer to where you needed them most.

“M’lissa,” you said, breath hitching as you sighed, your eyes fluttering open. The redhead froze, shifting on the sofa to look up at you.

“You’re awake,” she said, half-guilty smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Either that,” you said blearily. “Or I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

The smile on her face faltered.

“Sorry,” you said softly as the events of the morning came rushing back. “Bad joke.”

The rain outside had stopped, but the living room was still bathed in a muted gray light. She nuzzled closer against your chest, breathing in the comforting smell of your skin, your body wash.

“Miss me?”

Melissa hummed in the affirmative, playing with the hem of your shirt. The gesture was sweet, unguarded.

“Me too,” you said, burrowing down into the sofa and gathering her in your arms. Melissa thought she could get used to this.

She had woken up with one leg slung over your hips, a pleasant ache between her legs. Now her hand was resting on your bare stomach, and her fingers suddenly twitched like she wanted to move lower.

“Youse talk in your sleep,” she said lightly.

“What did I say? A -” Your breath caught in your throat as the pad of her thumb grazed your hip bone. “A-anything juicy?”

She swallowed, regarding you with hooded green eyes.

“My name.”

Just the memory of the sound, breathless and needy, was enough to send a fresh wave of heat coursing through Melissa. She tightened her grip on you, pulling you even closer. You sighed, and a shiver worked its way down her back as she wondered what other noises she could elicit from that pretty mouth of yours.

“Seemed like you were having a good dream,” she added, dipping her fingers beneath the waistband of your pants. “Wanna tell me about it?”

“Mmm,” you said, trying to remember. “We were at a Halloween party and you were…teasing me, grinding your ass on my hips.”

Melissa batted her eyelashes innocently as if to say who me?

“You were wearing this…red and white cheerleader outfit,” you admitted with a furious blush.

“Please tell me there were pompoms,” she purred. And fuck, you’d never be able to get that image out of your head.

“We were dancing, it was dark and loud.” Melissa’s fingers found the zipper of your pants, pulling it down and enjoying the excited flush of color that appeared on your chest, your throat. “You pushed me up against the wall.”

She finally slipped her hand into your underwear, and it was her turn to gasp at the wetness she found. You were soaked.

“Then what?” Melissa was in a daze, gliding her fingers back and forth, teasing your entrance.

You whined, arching off the sofa.

“You told me to be good.” You were defenseless when it came to Melissa, incapable of hiding your abject need for her. “And I was trying so hard.”

A dozen delicate expressions danced across your face, snapshots of longing and uncertainty and desire.

“And are you?” She asked, following your lead. “A good girl?”

Your eyes glazed over at those words, and you felt yourself slipping away, surrendering to the feeling of Melissa everywhere, knowing only she could give you what you needed.

“I - I want to be,” you said, the confession jagged and vulnerable, the ache between your legs so intense that it was veering toward pain.

Melissa felt the shift in power. It was dizzying, almost overwhelming. For a moment, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, simply basking in the glow of your trust.

“You’re so good for me,” she assured, circling your clit, pressing a kiss to your throat, drinking in the sight of your glassy eyes, slightly parted lips. “So good.”

You let out a little sob of relief as she spoke, something warm and safe cracking open in your chest.

Then she pushed her fingers inside you for the first time and your mind went completely blank, a white hot web of pleasure and fullness enveloping you from head to toe.

“Say it,” she said, drawing you back to the present moment. “Look at me and say it.”

“Yours,” you babbled, eyes focusing on her even as you felt tears clouding your vision. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m your good girl.”

Melissa groaned, intoxicated by the feeling of your warm walls clenching around her fingers. She pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, her own arousal building as she watched you get closer and closer to the edge.

“Are you gonna come for me?”

Words felt impossible, so you nodded.

“Yeah?” Melissa cooed. “Gonna come for mommy?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you spasmed around her fingers, spilling like a river into her waiting hand. Melissa stayed buried deep inside you, feeling the pulse of every aftershock.

Just when you thought she would pull away, her fingers moved up to your clit and began rubbing gently, coaxing you right back to the precipice of pleasure. You panted, hips bucking up to meet her hand.

“Melissa,” you begged, not sure if you wanted her to stop or keep going. Before you could decide, another orgasm crashed over you. But she still wasn’t satisfied, pushing her fingers back inside your cunt even as you cried out.

“Sensitive,” you hissed, writhing in her hands.

“Aww,” Melissa said mockingly. “You can take it, baby.”

You shivered as she leaned down, whispering in your ear. “After the stunt you pulled this morning, I think I deserve one more.”

You nodded, desperate to obey, to give her what she wanted. The look on your face as you surrendered to her command was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Her inner thighs were suddenly hot and sticky again, awash with wet heat. The feeling of you wrapped around her fingers was so intense, so familiar, she might as well have been touching herself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted in time with Melissa’s thrusts, which grew harsher and sloppier. You suddenly became aware of her grinding against your leg, chasing the friction of your pants against her ruined underwear.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” Melissa growled, curling her fingers up inside you and brushing the palm of her hand against your over-sensitive clit. Your eyes rolled back and you opened your mouth in a silent scream. Then she trembled, groaning your name as both of you climaxed together before collapsing against the sofa in a sweaty, strung out mess of tangled limbs.

For a moment you just laid there, catching your breath, enjoying the feeling of Melissa’s solid weight against you.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” she said suddenly.

The words seemed to echo in the silence of your apartment, and you tensed, braced for what might come next.

“But now I see what all the fuss is about.”

Her cocky little smile nearly stopped your heart. She was beautiful. She was impossible. She was all yours.

“Wait til you sit on my face for the first time,” you breathed.

Her pupils dilated, and a feral look came over her face as she gripped your hip possessively.

“Fuck,” she said, leaning forward to kiss you, suddenly lost in the fantasy of your tongue buried inside her.

The sound of your phone brought you both back to reality. Looking at the screen, you saw it was Boone. Melissa laughed darkly.

“You should take that,” she said, extracting herself from your arms. “He called me earlier, sounded pretty pissed.”

You answered, prepared for a well-deserved scolding.

“Hey,” you said, hoping to sound casual.

“Hey?” Boone repeated. “Hey? That’s all I get, after a dozen missed calls and a death-defying stunt on live television? Hey??”

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” Melissa whispered, eyes darkening. She sauntered away, confident that your gaze was glued to her ass.

“I know, I know,” you said, trying to focus. “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

He let out a long sigh and you heard the telltale flick of a lighter before he asked his next question. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you said.

“You swear?”

“I swear,” you repeated.

“Do you need me to come over?”

“Actually,” you said, suddenly coy. “I already have company.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“Is that so?” he asked, curiosity piqued.

“As a matter of fact,” you said, lowering your voice. “My girlfriend is here right now. Pretty little redhead, I think you’ve met?”

“I knew it!” he cried. “I so knew it!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he added, “Fuck, what are you talking to me for? Go get her, Hotshot.”

You hung up the phone and stood for a moment in the middle of the living room, a goofy grin on your face. Then Melissa called your name, her voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Not gettin’ any younger here,” she added impatiently, and a pang of something that felt a lot like love shot through your chest.

“Alright, Schemmenti, keep your pants on,” you muttered, hustling down the hallway and into the bedroom. “Or actually, don’t.”

She chuckled, low and sexy, when you fell into bed beside her.

“Whoa,” you said. “Deja vu all over again.”

Melissa rolled her eyes, but played along.

“Think you’re pretty cute, huh?”

She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear fondly. You caught her hand and sucked a finger into your mouth, tasting yourself.

“You tell me,” you grinned, enjoying the slack look of desire on her face. “You’re the one in my bedroom. Again.”

Her eyes were glued to your mouth. “Promise not to fall asleep on me this time?” she rasped.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[tommycorriander]

Skipp from Ramshackle, Pokemon AU 🔥🔥

Wips + ramble under the cut, as per usual

Watched Ramshackle, thought it was neat. Joined the discord server, it's also pretty neat. I have pokemon brainrot so I decided to take a crack at designing a Pokemon AU for Ramshackle, which I know is not a particularly unique idea at all but who gaf. I'm having fun, I'm frolicking and playing BITCH.

Anyways. I thought it would make sense for Skipp to have an Oricorio PomPom forme, because he's a very upbeat person and he's the one that has the violin. He also taught Maggot to do the Worm, which is a dance move, and Oricorio is based all around dancing and music and whatnot. I imagine PomPom forme is the usual forme it takes but given that scraps have to adapt a lot, Skipp has probably experimented with different nectars based on what was available to him.

For other partner Pokemon, not pictured here of course, I gave him a Sunflora and a Solrock, to tie back around to his sunny personality (the casting call likens him to SpongeBob and Wander, so these mons seemed fitting). It also allows some variety on his team, which I would like all of the scraps to have to circle back around to the idea of adaptability and 'making do' with what's around you.

I obviously don't have a big fanbase, but if people wanted to have their own Ramshackle OCs also take part in the AU but they struggle with team building, you're more than welcome to reach out in DMs or through the ask box for advice. I'm basically the Laios of Pokemon, without the eating bits.

Anyways. Here's the WIPs:

This particular piece was a bit more difficult for me, given the complicated pose and inclusion of a non-human character. I think I did pretty well all things considered, and I'm definitely proud of how that hand turned out, especially since with the foreshortening it's a prominent aspect of the piece. You can see in the sketch WIP that I had to take a couple passes at it before I got something I liked, haha. Next time I'd like to have the final product a bit more fluid, as it stands the pose right now feels a little stiff to me, but that could just be me being overly critical of my own work.

As usual, the sketch and lineart were done traditionally, the lineart was scanned into IbisX and cleaned up, and then flat colours were applied. The shading this time around was done with a dark purple at 20% opacity, similarly to my Iono drawing.

[casspurrjoybell-23]

Friday Night - Chapter 36 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Hunter Dannings pushed his way past the crowd, entering the huge ballroom with a gasp.

The large space was adorned with ornaments and glittering lights. Piles of fake snow were placed over the corners and ice-like chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

The low hum of house music vibrated across the floorboards and through the leather of Hunter's shoes.

His eyes traced the corners of the room, amazed by all the Christmas cheer Kellie managed to stuff into one room.

A hand slipped into his, interlocking their fingers.

"This place is beautiful," River Conners breathed.

Hunter could barely hear the words over the music but he knew what River meant. 

"You're beautiful," Hunter shot back with a cheesy grin.

River rolled his eyes, pushing past Hunter to move deeper into the room.

"Come on. You know I had to."

Freshly irritated, River found their seats in record time.

Joshua wasn't as much of a stickler for traditions, so his groomsmen were seated at separate tables. Instead of being crammed on the long table with a ton of Joshua and Kellie's relatives, Hunter was secured a seat next to River and Melodie.

The child was seven and well on her way to eight years old.

This was one of the moments when Hunter noticed her age.

She carefully picked up her name card before turning to Hunter excitedly.

"Look, it has my name on it," she told him, handing the older man the gold-lined paper shaped like a christmas present.

"Right there."

'Melodie Conners' was printed in a cursive font.

Hunter was surprised they were still teaching kids how to read cursive.

When Hunter looked at Melodie again, he noticed her hair.

Single braid flowed down her back instead of the pompoms she usually asked for.

She was also wearing lipstick for the event.

While the application was a bit messy on the edges, its presence made Hunter nostalgic.

"That's pretty cool," he said instead because this seven year old would not understand how sad he was to watch her grow up.

Luckily, he was going to be there while she did it. With Christmas coming up, Hunter was dealing with a new parental challenge.

Although she talked constantly, Melodie rarely asked for things.

Which made Christmas shopping a nightmare.

Not to mention figuring out what to say when she asks

"Why did Santa give me three presents instead of one?"

Currently, his explanation was very good behavior.

A few hours later, the reception was in full swing.

Half of the songs were 90s hits that came out before Hunter was born but they still made him dance.

A few hours later, the reception was in full swing.

Half of the songs were 90s hits that came out before Hunter was born but they still made him dance.

It was River who pulled him away from the dancefloor, citing sore feet as the reason.

When they sat down, River admitted that he just didn't want to see Hunter's 'sprinkler' anymore.

Panting, they flopped back into their chairs, holding hands below the table, out of view.

Hunter was content to sit with his little family, River and Melodie.

The same Melodie who he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Where's Melodie?" Hunter asked.

He sat up anxiously, eyes combing the room.

She was usually holding one of their hands when they went out.

Not running around alone in a huge ballroom.

River paused Hunter's panicking, bringing him to a stop by squeezing his hand.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed.

The older man didn't have to comb the room or do any searching.

He knew exactly where she was.

Children circled the candy buffet like moths to a flame, chattering excitedly over the superb selection.

Melodie was leading the flock, passing wrapped chocolates down the line like a conveyor belt.

It was so cute, Hunter pulled out his cell-phone, recording it for a few seconds.

"Should we get her?" Hunter asked when she stuffed yet another jubejube into her mouth.

"It's fine," River chuckled, waving off Hunter's concern.

"She'll have a bunch of sugar and then be tired for the rest of the party. A win-win."

The candy bar's selection was extensive.

Hunter knew a ton of couples that wouldn't have spent the extra money but, with Kellie working as a department lead and Joshua getting promoted to COO, they could afford it.

Hunter promoted him just a couple of weeks ago but, as a wedding present, Hunter paid him three months in advance.

It was only fair.

Joshua has been taking care of Hunter's shortcomings for as long as he's known him.

Now, 'Stick Figure Animations' is expanding and Hunter only knew one man he trusted with that much power and responsibility.

Giving him the pay and title worthy of his effort was long overdue.

Finding a new PA had been a completely new problem.

Hiring Joshua the first time was horrible enough but it was worth it to see the look on his face when Hunter gave him the job offer.

"River."

Two heads turned to the voice, alert until they saw who it was.

Luke Chang in the center of the dance floor, dropping something low.

Connor stood behind him, confused as to how to pick it up.

Despite being twisted up like a pretzel, Luke found the energy to call River.

He made a come hither motion with his free hand but River and Hunter both shook their heads no.

While Hunter had fought him on it, River was right.

They did need a break from all that dancing and Hunter's sprinkler wasn't very good.

It was nice to just sit for a moment.

To not be running around or dancing or socializing with a million new people.

To just stay still for a while next to the love of your life.

"Would you want this many people at our wedding?" River asked, scanning the crowd curiously.

'This many' meant over 300 hundred.

Whether or not Hunter even knew that many people, the fact that River asked threw him into a tailspin.

River wanted to marry him.

Or at the very least, he expected they'd stay together long enough for it to make sense.

Hunter was buzzing with excitement.

He wished he had a wedding ring to propose right then and there.

Hunter didn't have a speech prepared but he could speak from the heart.

God knew all the things he could say about loving River.

Instead of doing any of that, Hunter reined in his emotions and just shrugged.

"We would probably have to move in together first."

A good, simple joke.

See, Hunter could still make those even with his heart going four hundred beats per minute.

"That's true," River agreed easily.

"You want to do that tomorrow?'

"Move in together?"

"Mmmhmm."

River had plopped his chin onto Hunter's shoulder, staring up at him through dark lashes.

His evil smile was in full effect as he stared up at his boyfriend.

He knew the havoc he was creating in Hunter's nervous system but Hunter also knew that nothing River said was done lightly.

River was thinking about marriage and he did just ask Hunter to move in with him.

Hunter was beaming, his cheeks aching from the strain.

"Sure," he grinned.

"Let's do that tomorrow."

[hollandsangel]

reader catching dad!tom dancing ballet with their little girl tkm <33

i actually screamed when i read this it is everything to me

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you’ve just gotten home from running a day of errands, calling out a simple “i’m home,” to the seemily empty main floor.

tom had stayed home today, taking advantage of his few weeks off to spend as much time as possible with you and your three year old daughter.

you take your time shedding your coat and unpacking your bag, smiling to yourself as you look over at the drawings pinned to the fridge, noticing a newer one has made it’s way into the ‘museum’ as tom liked to call it. you pluck the paper from the fridge door, placing the letter magnet back agasint the steel as you examine the colours used. it’s a messy peice, light pink and red scribbled together to form what seems to be a ballerina. you decide it’s your new favourtie, and you pin it back with the rest.

with a light hum you start towards the stairs that lead to the basement, picking up a long ribbon that’s strewn about the steps. as you make the descent, your ears pick up on the soft sound of piano music coming from the speaker system, and the closer you get to the family room the more you can make out.

“that’s right, love, pointy toes, good job!” when your little family comes into view, you nearly melt into the carpet. tom is holding your daughters hands over her head as she twirls on her tippy toes. she’s wearing the pink leotard and tutu nikki had gotten her for her birthday a few months ago, looking down at her toes with her tongue between her lips in concentration.

“dizzy,” she giggles when she lifts her head, teetering a little in tom’s strong hands.

“i’ve got you, darlin,” he beams, holding her little body close to his chest.

you’ve tucked yourself against the doorway of the hall, leaning on your side as you smile fondly, helplessly in love.

“do you remember first position?” tom coos softly, letting her wriggle away from him.

she nods her little head, the pompom hair tie holding up her pony tail bobbing along with the movment.

“can you show me how to do it?” he asks, pushing up from his knees to stand before her.

she points her feet outwards, heels pressing together and arms bent daintly at her front, “like this, daddy,” she tells him.

tom mirrors her, sticking his foot out slightly and grinning when she scrunches up her nose.

“no, daddy!” her laugh bubbles up, and it makes you ache with love for the baby you and tom made together, “pointy toes!”

tom fixes his position then leans down and pokes her belly, making her laugh again, “better?” he asks, and she nods happily.

“what are you two up to?” you finally speak up, pushing off the wall. your daughter turns to you, smile splitting her face as she dashes for your legs and wraps her arms around you.

“mommy!” she exclaims, “daddy was showing me how to be a real ballerina!!”

you reach down and rub circles along her back, beaming up at tom as he walks over to you, “a real ballerina?” you echo, and she nods against your leg.

“hello, love,” tom smiles softly, arm curving over your shoulders to pull you into his side to kiss your temple, “she’s going to juliard for sure,” he hums.

“you think so?” you smile, leaning up to peck his lips, “i haven’t seen you pull out the ballet shoes in a while,” you chuckle, pointing to the flats he’d pulled on.

“daddy told me i could get real ballerina shoes too!” your daughter pipes up, and tom pats her hair.

“i sure did,”

“we better get going to the store then shouldn’t we,” you say, leaning down and lifting your little girl into your arms, tom’s hand on your back.

[thebananwithaplan]

@getblammed (cont.)

Though at first surprised by @thebananwithaplan ‘s instinctual reaction, Pico did seem to get it, with a chuckle and a reassuring nod following the banana’s sheepish apology. He couldn’t help but be glad that he wasn’t on whichever game show the guy hosted, because god only knew the amount of censoring or sudden commercial breaks they’d have to do with how often a curse slipped without care. “ Yeah, it’s cool, man. It’s disorientin’ though, all th’ new faces. Been seein’ Nene n’ Darnell around more lately, that’s dope. ”

Had the growth taken some getting used to? Of course it had, people weren’t drawing the flash portal’s “mascots” with a mouse in shitty drawing programs from sketchy websites anymore, and they certainly weren’t animating them in Flash anymore. Not as commonly, anyways. Today is the age of flashy tablets, and entirely bypassing the ‘just getting started’ age of scribbled hands and circle tool heads. Pico couldn’t complain though, just meant content of him and his fellow icons at a higher quality.

“ Course I got good on th’ mic, B! I’m more than my guns these days, ya know? Everybody’s been gettin’ into th’ music game lately, s’ pretty wild. ” He’d always had an interest, really. He’d even wanted to be a DJ when he was younger, either that or something with computers. Now he’s neither, but that wasn’t important right now.

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Honestly, it's for the best. Sorry, Pico, but he really can't afford to lose the SMART Technologies sponsorship. DB promises there's still ways you could win prizes without having to set foot in the studio, though!

. "Really? That's nice! At least you still have some friends that got developed with you along the way. I didn't even really had a 'universe' to be in, so to speak. Like, there were other fellow dancing fruits in similar gifs, but none who I'd call an actual friend. Not even mutuals. We just... co-existed, I guess...."

It truly were different times. The Dancing Banana couldn't even talk, let alone have much of a thought in the world outside of dancing; the most 'communication' he could do then was all through his body language, whether it was by his signature dances or by waving his pompoms around. (Depended whether he was in his pixelated or animated 2d glory) of course. Maybe sometimes also holding up signs that had questionable phrases on them.

The upgrade of these art and animation programs sure helped with his update to his current design. But good lord were many 3D attempts steering too close to uncanny valley - it's only the Shovel Team that finally got his look close to that of a likable funny toon character.

A character that still had some questionable morals lingering close to 'dangerous' territory by others to the point of having 'WANTED' posters, that also had a school theme involved in their lives at one point, and who has gained a greater taste and talent for music. Sounds familiar?

. "That's great! I'm a big fan of Blammed, by the way! And the way you were basically shooting down an entire army to the bpm in Stress? Honestly, I call THAT talent! I can't help but be pr-"

. "....pretty impressed!"

No, he wasn't absolutely about to say 'proud of you' to Pico like he was some old out-of-touch uncle. A side effect of having an urge to cheer kids up and actually having any sort of a family with actual younger nephews. Pico isn't even that young anymore, either. He has to remember that now.

. "Between you n' me, you've definitely got skills to pay the bills. And I don't just mean that with your, uhh, more 'renowned' talents."

[alinastracker]

for the prompt thing: 62 or 69 <3

you got it bb <3

prompt: I wanted to tell you that I liked you before prom but chickened out and now we’re about to graduate college and I can’t hold it in any longer

i can’t fight this feeling any longer (and yet i’m still afraid to let it flow)

"Mal, I love you."

Alina frowns, shakes her head, and tries again.

"Mal, you've been my best friend for so long, and I love our friendship, but you see, I'm also head over heels in love with you."

She blows out a frustrated breath, her newly chopped bangs briefly floating off of her forehead. Telling her best friend of nearly six years she’s in love with him should not be the number one thing on her mind right now. It’s graduation day, for Saints sake. A day she hadn’t been sure she would ever see. But all she can think about is Mal.

She had met him on one of the worst days of her life. Alina had been transferred to a new foster home in the middle of her junior year of high school. There were few things worse in adolescent life than moving to a new school in the middle of the year — especially in high school, in a small town where everyone seemed to know each other. 

Alina had walked the halls that day clutching onto the straps of her backpack, late to nearly every class because her sense of direction was shit, and had even gone as far as to eat lunch in the bathroom like a stereotypical teen movie, the thought of walking into the cafeteria with all those eyes on her nearly ruining her appetite entirely. She had been stared at enough as it was. 

Her last class of the day was art, and she was praying for it to be the reprieve she so desperately needed. If only she could fucking find it. The warning bell rang, heightening her already raised anxiety. Alina took a corner too fast and slammed right into a wall. No, not a wall — a boy. 

“I’m so sorry!” she blurted, scrambling to her knees to help pick up the papers she made him drop. 

“All good,” the boy reassured her.

Once the two of them had the papers off the floor, Alina looked up and nearly dropped them again. She was looking into the warm brown eyes of possibly the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on. He had a strong, defined jaw, grown out hair that wasn’t too shaggy, but still long enough to run her fingers through. And Saints, his lips. She was already imagining what those lips would feel like, subconsciously licking her own. 

One side of the boy’s mouth quirked up, just a hint of a smirk, like he was used to having this effect on people. Shit, had he noticed her staring? Say something, Alina. 

“Um, sorry,” she managed finally, handing him the pile of collected papers. 

He chuckled. “You said that already.”

She tried a laugh of her own, but it came out all wrong, choppy and nervous. “Right.” 

The boy stood to his full height, and for fucks sake, he had to be tall, too? She rose from her knees and he still towered over her. It was extremely attractive. 

“So you’re the new girl,” he said, not a question but a statement. “I’ve heard murmurings about you today.”

“Murmurings?” 

“Nothing bad. It’s just a small town. When someone new shows up, people notice.” He smiled, stuck out his hand. It took everything in her not to think about how long his fingers were. “I’m Mal.”

She took his hand, her own so tiny in comparison. “Alina.”

“Nice to meet you, Alina. Where are you headed?”

“220B? History of Traditional Art.”

Mal nodded. “Well, I can’t say that’s a room I’m super familiar with. I’m a shit artist. These hands are much better for other activities.” Her eyes must have widened, revealing just how filthy her mind was, because he quickly added, “Sports! I meant sports!”

A look passed between them, and then they were both laughing. It felt so good to laugh after the day she’d had. 

“Anyway,” Mal continued, “I can help you find your way. I might not visit the art hall often, but I know my way around.”

Alina shot him another pointed look, and Mal groaned. “My way around the school! Saints, I’m really shooting myself in the foot as far as first impressions go, aren’t I?”

She grinned, but only said, “You’ll be late for class.” The final bell was going to ring any second. 

Mal waved her off. “That’s all right. What poor representation of Stag Spirit would I be if I let the new girl walk around like a lost puppy? And besides,” he shot her a grin to match her own, “we can’t have you running around, terrorizing other kids and their poor papers now, can we?”

Alina let out something between a scoff and a laugh. “I said I was sorry!”

He turned, walking backwards toward the stairs. “Did you? Must have missed it.”

She shot daggers in his direction, but she smiled the whole way to the art room. The next day, she dared to actually step into the cafeteria for lunch. People were still staring, but after yesterday, she expected it. Part of her was hoping she would find Mal in the crowded space, but she doubted it would matter even if she did. After some social media stalking last night, Alina had discovered what she should have known from the start — Mal was popular. He would already have a flock around him, friends he had known since childhood, who were just like him — attractive, athletic, alien to a kid like Alina who preferred quiet cafes and sketchpads to football fields and pompoms. He had been nice to her yesterday, sure, but that didn’t mean—

“Alina!”

Her head popped up, scanning the sea of tables until she saw him, standing and waving her over. Sure enough, Mal was at a table filled with pretty, sociable looking people. But there was a space open next to him, and she realized with a little jump of her heart that he had saved that space for her. 

It was the start of the fastest and fiercest friendship she would ever have. Mal was popular and sporty, yes, but he was also kind, funny, smart — and most surprising, had grown up in the foster care system, too. Alina made friends with his friends, a few of her own from her art class, but none of them matched what she grew with Mal. Suddenly she was a football field kind of girl, dressing from head to toe in school colors for each match, cheering for her best friend so loud she gave the cheer squad a run for their money. Over the next year and half, they were entirely attached at the hip. 

And while it had truly started as a friendship, by the time senior prom came around, Alina had to face the fact: she was head over heels for the boy. Hell, she had noticed how attractive he was from that first fateful meeting. Mix that with how genuinely good she knew he was — how caring, how attentive, how it felt to have his head rest on her shoulder as he fell asleep during a movie; who could blame her for falling for him? 

“You have to tell him!” her friend from art class, Yelena, had insisted. 

“I know, I know.” She sighed. “I’ll do it at prom.”

They were going as a group — her, Mal, Mikhael, Dubrov, Yelena, and a few others from their meshed circle of friends, brought together by the two of them. But Mal had still matched his tie to her dress, a stunning royal blue. Mal had still bought her a corsage — a delicate thing of mostly blue irises, her favorite flower. He was not her date, yet in every way except in name, it felt like he was, and Alina basked in the feeling. 

But as song after song played, Alina found herself backing out each time she tried to approach him. Yelena was shooting pointed looks at her all night, murmuring as she passed her, “You’re running out of time.”

Then a punky pop song came on, one of her and Mal’s favorites. She called him over. “Dance with me!” she exclaimed, and laughed as he all but pulled her onto the dance floor. Neither of them were good dancers, but they were enthusiastic, at least with each other. As the song neared its end, Alina sucked in a breath.

“Mal, I have to tell you something.”

He raised a brow, waiting for her to speak. The song ended, and their principal took to the stage. “All right folks, it’s time to announce your prom king and queen!”

Everyone was cheering and turning to the stage, but Mal was still looking at her, still waiting for her answer.

Alina opened her mouth, closed it, then finally said, “Thank you for the corsage. I really love it.”

Mal gave her a quizzical look, lips tugging down — and was that disappointment in his eyes? Before she could fully read him, his face smoothed, his usual charmed smile returning. “Of course, Lina.” 

“And your prom king is,” the principal was saying, “Malyen Oretsev!”

The crowd roared. Mal’s smile turned sheepish, and he took to the stage to accept his crown. Ruby was named prom queen, to no one’s surprise. Alina watched them dance together in the middle of the room to a romantic song that would now forever be ruined for her. A little later that night, Mal came up to her, said, “You can get a ride home with Yelena, right?” He motioned behind him, flushing a little even as he grinned, to where Ruby was waiting. “I’m gonna head out.”

Alina swallowed the stupid lump in her throat and nodded. Mal pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and then he was gone. She would spend the night at Yelena’s, crying on her shoulder that she had missed her chance — if she’d ever had one to begin with. Because of course Mal would choose Ruby. Beautiful, blond Ruby, much more his equal than Alina could ever be. 

Graduation came, and it was happy. But in all of the pictures and celebrations was Ruby — no longer just captain of the cheer squad Ruby, but Mal’s girlfriend Ruby. She watched them partake in a summer romance that she was guiltily happy to see fizzle out once college came and split them apart. Luckily, her and Mal were off to Os Alta University together, home of the Firebirds. They forged a new friend group there: the twins, Tolya and Tamar, Nadia, David, Genya, Zoya, Nikolai. Mal didn’t really date freshman year, sticking to little flings that Alina told herself didn’t matter. In sophomore year, the tension between him and Zoya finally snapped, and the two of them had a brief . . . something together. 

Of course, Alina had her own dabbles in romance — Alexei being the sweetest, Aleksander nearly making her swear off men all together. Her next two flings were with women, both because she had finally fully accepted her bisexuality and because she truly had lost trust in the male species. She even made out with Nikolai a couple times, but they had both just been using each other. They’d spent one night in a club so obnoxiously all over one another that Zoya had stormed out. Her thing with Mal had been off and on at that point, and the next morning, she texted him that they were off for good. 

Two weeks later, Nikolai and Zoya were dating. Mal was single. 

And still, she hadn’t made a move. 

Alina stares in the mirror now, watching the tassel on her graduation cap sway back and forth. In an hour, she’ll be moving it from the right to the left and leave Os Alta University in the rear window. It hadn’t been easy getting here — nothing is easy for a foster care kid, especially one who wants to be an artist. But she’s done it. She’s graduating with top honors. Saints, she even has a job lined up. Everything she worried about growing up — making a future for herself, being swallowed by the system, figuring out who she is without the guidance of her birth parents — she has faced all of it head on. At every step, she’s run after what she’s wanted and grabbed it by the hands until it was hers.

Everything except Mal. 

And try as she might, she can’t imagine a future without him in it.

He’s not seeing anyone — for now. Last night he texted her, laughing about how Ruby of all people had hit him up. She’s going to be in the city this weekend, apparently, and asked if he wanted to get a drink. It felt like prom all over again.

“Alina, come on!” Genya calls. “We’re going to be late!”

“Coming!” she calls back.

Alina follows Genya and Zoya down to the car, sits numbly in the backseat as they drive to the giant building holding their graduation ceremony. 

“Look alive, Starkov,” Zoya says as they get out of the car, linking their arms. “Today is for happy things. New beginnings.”

Genya takes her other arm. “No pouting about boys unless you’re going to do something about it.”

She smiles, and for a little while, it’s not forced. There’s a rush of excitement as they walk inside and find their seats. Genya isn’t too far off from her, but Zoya’s a few rows ahead. In the rows between them, still too far to talk to but not too far to make out the back of his head, is Mal. He’s talking to the guy next to him, even though she’s pretty sure he doesn’t know him. But that’s Mal, blooming wherever he’s planted.

Alina knows she shouldn’t, but the ceremony hasn’t started yet, so she stands and calls out, “Mal!” 

Somehow, he hears her over all the ruckus around them. The smile he gives her has her heart beating double time. “I’ll find you after!” he shouts back, though of course, she already knew that. Mal always finds her.

As the ceremony starts and a handful of different people come up to make speeches, she finds herself slipping into her thoughts from earlier. In her head, she sees Mal and Ruby, meeting for that drink. They pick up right where they left off. Ruby moves to the city, moves in with Mal. Alina’s there through all of it, supporting Mal like she always has, always will. On the sidelines she stays, watching him as he gets married and has ridiculously beautiful babies. None of it is real, not yet, but the thought is so painful she has tears in her eyes. 

Well, at least she can blame the tears on emotional graduation bullshit as she watches her friends walk the stage, cheering for each of them even though they’re not supposed to. Tamar and Tolya, the latter looking pretty emotional himself. David, who walks quickly even though he’s probably the most awarded student of the whole graduating class. Nikolai, who dramatically presses a kiss to the hand of the Os Alta University President after she hands him his diploma. Zoya, who walks the stage as if she owns it. 

Then Mal’s name is called, and she cheers so loud she’s pretty sure he hears it, if the grin on his face is any indication. Genya crosses, graceful as always. When her own name is called, she’s not expecting much. She has no family here save from the one she forged for herself. But as she walks, she can hear a very distinct cheer from a very distinct voice, and butterflies swarm drunkenly in her stomach. 

In the minutes that pass between her walking the stage and the last name being called — poor Nadia —Alina knows what she’s going to do. No backing out this time.

“Congratulations, Class of 2021!”

Everyone cheers, and graduation caps go flying through the air. Alina tosses hers with everyone else, and then she takes off, pushing through her classmates as they jump and shout, running until she finds the right row, forces herself through the bodies in her way, until she’s in front of him. Until she’s found Mal. 

“Alina,” he says in surprise. “What are you—”

“Don’t get a drink with Ruby.”

Mal frowns. “What?”

“I said don’t get a drink with Ruby!” she says, louder this time.

“I heard you. I’m just confused.” He shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair. “Why shouldn’t I have a drink with Ruby, and why did you run to tell me this right now?”

Because I’ve been in love with you from the first moment I saw you. 

Because I wanted to tell you at prom, but I chickened out. 

Because I’ve watched you kiss other girls for almost six years now, and I can’t stand to just watch any longer.

Alina doesn’t say any of that. Instead, she presses onto her tip toes, takes his face between her hands, and kisses him. 

Mal stiffens, but doesn’t give her time to worry before he relaxes again, pulling her body against his, lifting her so she doesn’t have to stretch so far anymore. All around them are the happy cheers of a group of people at the end of one road stepping onto another. Families in the stands hoot and holler for their children, wipe tears and think, they made it. 

But for Alina, it’s like being in a room where nothing exists except her and Mal, her best friend, her constant, the most important person in her life. She’s kissing him, she’s finally kissing him, and he’s kissing her back as if he’s been waiting for six years to do this, too. Like maybe he’s wanted her all along.

“Alina,” he breathes when their lips part, their foreheads pressed together instead. “Thank the bloody Saints.”

She giggles, actually fucking giggles, like a lovestruck school girl. “I’ve wanted this since prom. Before, even.”

Mal smiles, shakes his head the tiniest bit. “Me too.”

They laugh, so close that they’re breathing each other in. Two idiots, that’s what they are. But there’s no room to groan about what could’ve been sooner, no room to drown in regrets. They are young, and there is only room for joy in knowing they have the rest of their lives to make up for lost time. Starting now. Their lips meet again. Mal is steady and warm against her. He feels like home. It’s everything she’s ever imagined. It’s better. 

Alina can see her future so clearly now, because she knows no matter what comes next, she’ll have Mal beside her to navigate through it.

He is all she’s ever wanted — her forever person, who won’t leave when she’s being unreasonable, who’s love is not conditional. He is all she’ll ever need.  

[notnctu]

a jeno smut (agressive😳) with 61, 11, 50. enemies to lovers - high school au

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e2l!jeno x fem!reader prompt #11, #50, #61 - “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” &  “You’re so god damn amazing.” & “Would you just shut up and kiss me already.” genre - smut (unprotected sex)

lee jeno, the popular attractive jock that had every person wrapped around his finger. who made the corrupt high school social hierarchy with athletes reining at the top anyways? jeno sits comfortably at the top of the food chain, while everyone gets chewed and spit back out. high school is going to be something you’d never want to look back on.

but your spitefulness doesn’t make you blind to the heavenly sculpted body lines of jeno. and if anything you felt for him that isn’t hatred, it is completely lust.

as you watch him dash across the open green field, his helmet protects his soft face, but the uniform hugs the thickness of his thighs. if it isn’t for your school spirited friend dragging you to a football game, this event would be no where on your agenda for a friday night.

“go jeno!” the cheerleaders jump at the bottom of the bleachers, with pompoms and their pretty matching uniforms. spins and twirls. claps and excitement. cheering in unison. the entire squad whipped for one player on a thirty person team. lee jeno.

the crowd goes wild when he lands the touchdown at the end of the field, earning the final winning point. the commotion overwhelms you and through the screams, you try to speak to your preoccupied friend, “can we leave now?”

“no y/n! we still have to join the players at the diner around the corner!” absolutely not.

you groan and cross your arms, “i’m just going to go home.”

“who’s going to take you?” she asks, completely immersed in the triumphant energy that surrounds the both of you.

“i’ll walk.” you say your goodbye while hurrying down the stairs. you kick at the dirt out of frustration and slight annoyance, a small cloud of dust circling at your shoes.

but when you look up, a sweat drenched jeno is running up to you with his helmet in his hands and the most taunting smile that has you walking off. “wait! y/n..” he calls and you really debate whether or not you’re willing to deal with him at the moment.

“bold of you to approach me.” you spin on your heels to face him and he shares the same annoyance at the encounter.

scoffing, “bold of you to actually show up to my game.” he bites back harder, a smirk growing at your silent figure.

“you did ask me to come.” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. and you feel a bit flattered that he even noticed you in the crowd of so many people.

he runs his free hand through his hair, pushing it out of his gorgeous face. “i’m joking. i know you didn’t come to just see me... right?” he lifts a suggestive eyebrow.

“oh because you’re so god damn amazing?” sarcasm lingers your tone, “don’t get your hopes up, jeno. unlike everyone else, i’m not brainwashed by your popularity complex. i had to be dragged out of my room to participate in such cliche high school sporting event.”

“okay, sweetheart..” the tinge of the nickname isn’t friendly, accompanied by an irritable smile through his teeth. “i need to go change, but is it too much to ask if you can meet me outside of the locker room?”

“it’s asking much more than i ever offered, which is nothing. why would i wait for you? nonetheless want to keep speaking to you?” his teammates are quickly rushing off the field, pushing at jeno’s shoulder playfully every time they passed by you two. and he’d only give a small smile in return.

“i think we really misunderstand each other..” he begins softly, “i just want to get to know you better.”

“make it quick.” you grumble. jeno’s face lights up, and his happiness puzzles you and makes you wonder why he actually cared to talk to anyone of lower status. he runs off to the boys’ locker room and you exhale heavily.

perhaps, you’ve never really given jeno a chance. he’s just always been in a bad light in your eyes, arrogance and pride? he never seemed like he cared about anyone other than his own status. and you never understood the hype around the school’s prized possession. and what made up your hatred for him was assumptions of his character... besides his random flirtatious comments, you avoided ever actually having a conversation with him.

when you see the rest of his teammates walking out of the locker room, changed and chatting among themselves about heading over to the diner, you walk over to the open door.

“jeno?” the locker room is empty, with very dim lighting. and you catch a glimpse of jeno’s bare muscular back, shorts hanging around his waist.

“has anyone ever told you not to freely walk into a boys’ locker room?” he chuckles and turns around, distinct lines across his abdomen from long hours of working out. jeno is extremely fit.

“i got lonely waiting outside.” you sit on the bench next to his bag. “you’re not going to the diner with everyone else?”

he shakes his head, pushing his things on the cement floor to sit right by your side. the heat of his skin brushes against your shoulder. “i know you’re not going, so there’s no point.”

you really couldn’t tell if he is being genuine, “when were you so obsessed with me?” you mockingly eyed him.

“when you became the only girl not obsessed with me.” he picks your chin up to face him and through the poor lighting, you see his seriousness blinking back at you. and he’s suddenly so close to you, feeling his hot breath pant on your lips and the drop in his gaze.

but he pulls away and begins cleaning up his football gear, what the fuck was that. “do you want to grab food somewhere else?” he asks nonchalantly, like he wasn’t about to kiss you several seconds ago.

“jeno, i’m suppose to hate you.” you stammer over your words, clenching the bench at the confusion that settled in your heart.

“why do you hate me?”

and you rack your brain with all the possibilities. “you walk around as if everyone is suppose to kiss your every step. you’re like the typical popular meathead.”

“you hate me because everyone loves me?” he laughs, “i guess it gets annoying when i’m all everyone talks about.”

“it is.. no offense.” you rub your arm sheepishly, but jeno doesn’t seem to take any hurt to your comments. instead, he’s still the go lucky happy boy that approached you off the field.

“i’m sorry then, i apologize on behalf of everyone’s obsession that it stopped us from getting to know each other.” jeno smiles kindly at you, “because i think you’re really worth getting to know.”

“we’ve barely ever talked.”

“but from those small interactions, i feel more than i would speaking to anyone else.” he grows a bit shy, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit.

it’s almost like jeno’s egotistic front faded away and you’re left with a shy high school boy. it’s so out of his regular character, so you wonder if this has always been the real him. underneath all the powerful glitz, is a shy jeno lies fiddling his fingers.

it’s your turn to lift his chin to face you. “maybe i’ve misjudged you.” you admit, your whisper tickling his bottom lip and you notice the tightness of his jaw.

inching closer and closer, he stops again and moments from pulling away, you hold his face in your hands. “is this okay with you?” he’s nice, remembering to check in on your comfort levels despite the heavy sexual tension that filled the locker room.

“would you just shut up and kiss me already?” without another second of hesitation, jeno leans in and presses his lips against yours. his hands travel up into your hair, down your neck to your waist.

“the first thing i learn about you...” he speaks in between each feverish kiss, his fingers holding the ends of your shirt. “you’re a great kisser.” he plants one on your cheek as he helps you out of your pants.

you lay down on the cold bench, your shirt is lifted to reveal your bra. he pulls down the fabric, your breast spill over and he sucks harshly at your nipples. your moan echos against the walls of the empty locker room and he slips a hand into your panties.

he rubs your wetness around your clit, dipping his finger into your hole. there isn’t enough time to dance around each other’s bodies, anyone could potentially walk in like you had before. you push at his bare chest, and slip off your underwear.

jeno follows, his cock springing up against his abs. he’s much thicker than you had anticipated, and you gulp at how good you’re about to feel. your legs wrap around waist as he rubs the tip of his dick up and down your pussy.

your back arches every time it hits at your sensitive bud. “fuck, i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

jeno feels pride swell at his chest, “i’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly.” a small glint reflects in his dark eyes when he pushes into you. you muffle your scream into your forearm from the incredible stretch and the sudden intrusion.

jeno inserts him fully into you without mercy to you adjusting to his length. he pulls out, only to snap back in harshly. he grunts at the tightness of your walls around him, and it only makes him want more of you.

his grip on your waist steadies him as he fucks you into an oblivion. you’re a moaning mess every time you feel how good his hips roll into you. “fuck me like you fucking hate me, jeno.”

he smirks, “fucking the enemy? that’s bold of you.” jeno pulls you to sit up, his dick now hitting upright into you. your arms naturally wrap around his neck and your legs fall over his thighs.

his hands hold your ass, moving your hips up and down for you. “does this feel good, baby?” he whispers into your ear as he grinds more aggressively.

“fuck yes.” you breathe out. his tip kisses your sweet spot so harshly, enough for you to see stars. then he bottoms out as your legs start to shake around him.

“you want to cum, hhmm?” he hums, holding your hips in place as he rolls deeper and deeper into you. his grip on you is too strong, unable to move away from the pleasurable sensation, it’s inescapable.

“y-es.” you barely get out before every part of your lower half spasms out of control from the goodness. a soft moan erupts from your throat as your climax runs its course. jeno bites down on your shoulder lightly, muffling his low grunts.

despite your walls gripping onto him for your dear life, he gets a few rough thrusts to edge himself to his own orgasm. right when he’s about to explode, he pulls out and sprays across your tummy. his white liquid creates paint strokes across your skin.

you kiss his cheeks, leaving a small peck on his lips. through hot deep breaths, you both try to control your fast paced hearts. “so, did you still want to get food?” he chuckles.

“you still want to get to know me?” you quiz him, getting lost in his dreamy eyes.

“of course, i meant it. this..” he stands up to carry you to the bathroom. “..this is just the beginning of us.”

[lysmune]

Twins

You spend your day with Beelzebub, your night with Belphegor.

For the twins’ 2021 birthday. Fluff. Cute stuff for once. Time and memos. Attic Sandwich.

i: 8:00AM

      A tangerine sticky note on the fridge. He recognises that handwriting anywhere.

     ‘Happy birthday, Beel! There’s cake on the top shelf of the fridge and everything on the third shelf is yours. I hope you like the food, and here’s to a fulfilling breakfast.’

     It ends with a few hearts and a smiley face, and it makes him grin. He opens the fridge to find an array of delights: rice balls stuffed with salmon; pastrami (He thinks that’s what they’re called) sandwiches piled high; Madam Scream’s macarons; a generous bowl of cold noodles, whose toppings have been neatly packed into individual lunch boxes, and the chocolate roll cake that tops it all, stuffed to the brim with chocolate cream and decorated with fresh strawberries.

     All of this must’ve taken hours of preparation, and he smiles, touched by the amount of care, by the fact that you’ve thought of him.

     In return, he sits down and slowly, taking his time, savours all the food you’ve cooked for him.

ii: 9:00 AM

     Dressed in a new top and cargo pants, you kiss his cheek and wish him happy birthday in greeting before he responds by nuzzling your neck, arms wrapping around you, picking you up with ease and spinning you in a small circle.

     “Thanks for the breakfast,” he beams as he settles you down on your feet, though he never quite lets you go, pecking the edge of your lips quickly. “Going anywhere special?”

     You grin. “Anywhere you want today, Beel.”

iii: 1:00 PM

     Wherever he goes, you follow, hand in hand as you both stroll through Devildom with amicable chatter and many, many stops. The homeware stores are what catch his attention and he leads you into them pretty frequently, perusing the blankets, the plushies, the pyjamas, particularly fixated on the bear-patterned ones.

     “They’re for Belphie,” he clarifies, and he asks for your opinion, asks if you find anything that his twin might adore. It’s the lapis-dyed blanket, soft to the touch and patterned with polar bears and dots, that you pick out and Beel, without a second thought, without a question, purchases it. He apologises for dragging you through the process, but you squeeze his hand tighter in reassurance.

     “You’re sweet, Beel,” and he blushes crimson to the tips of his ears, smiling gently before he presses his lips to your cheek.

     With a slight tug, he pulls the both of you into the fluorescent-lit streets and you realise that he isn’t walking as fast as usual when he drops to your side.

iv: 3:00 PM

     “You’re not hungry, Beel?” you ask as he pops open a soda and he cocks his head to the side. “You didn’t eat lunch.”

     Oh. Now that I think about it. He supposes he hasn’t, which is just as surprising to him as it is to you; he’s never skipped a meal, not even by accident. He should be famished, on all accounts, but he’s strangely full. Maybe it’s because he’s had his sights wholly on you the entire day.

     “Do you want me to make you something?” you ask, to which he shakes his head, extending his hand out instead. You take it and he, making sure to be careful, pulls you to him, and he watches your brow crease with worry. “You okay?”

     “I’m okay,” he assures. This close, he smells you, sweet and honeyed, and he finds himself eyeing your lips. “Can I ...?”

     Laughter spills, then, “Of course.”

     Leaning forward, he captures you in a kiss, his hands resting on your waist while you clasp yours behind his neck. Orange on the tip of his tongue, the taste of bittersweet chocolate and coffee, and you, and it’s enough to make him feel a little warmer, a little light headed. For a moment, he pulls away to let you breathe before he returns for a second one, this time a little rougher, fingers hovering up and down your sides. He hums into your mouth, delighted as you tug and card through his hair, and he has to remind himself to be softer when he holds you closer, bodies flushed, bereft of distance.

     He lets himself linger when he breaks it off, your swollen lips barely touching his, your forehead against his as you let your palms rest on his chest, cheeks dusted red, the heat of it all near unbearable. So beautiful and he can’t help but kiss you again, light and brief this time, before he loosens his grip on you.

     “I like you,” he finds himself confessing as he gazes at you, raising his hand to your cheek. “I like you a lot.”

     “I like you, too, Beel,” you reply as you thumb a peck into his palm, pressing closer.

     ”I’m glad,” he replies, his voice soft, the sound of his heart loud in his ear. “I feel full whenever I'm with you, and you always make me really happy.”

v: 4:00 PM

     A pillow covered in white fluff with a pair of bear ears sewn onto two of the tips and a pompom for a tail, a violet sticky note tacked atop its head. Belphegor wants to laugh at the gift you’ve left for him, but he squeezes it to his chest instead, cuddling it.

     The stitch work isn’t perfect, he can tell. Ears lopsided, frayed bits of thread, meandering seams, and when the odd, perfect sew catches his eye, he’s sure it’s Asmo’s handiwork, not yours; he chuckles at the thought.

     Plucking the note, he leans back against his bed and reads it.

     ‘Hey, Belphie, happy birthday! I’m not the best at sewing, but I hope you like the bear pillow. Here’s to even sweeter dreams.’

     A heart and a few stars scrawled at the end, Belphegor can’t help but smile before he sticks your note on the wall beside him.

vi: 6:00 PM

     With a plate of today’s dinner in your hand, you knock on the twins’ door, calling out to him before you take a step back. You’re surprised when he greets you almost immediately, something he doesn’t do that often, considering his sleeping habits.

     “Took you long enough,” he huffs as he grabs your hand and leads you into the room.

     “I was grabbing you dinner,” you point out, setting the plate down on the table beside his armchair. “Did I miss something?”

     He shakes his head, a mischievous smile curving his lips. “Nope, I just wanted to see you.”

     Leaning forward, he presses a quick kiss onto the top of your cheekbone before he sinks into the chair, dragging it closer as motioning for you to sit on his bed, reaching for his meal once he’s settled.

     “Did you have a good day with Beel?” he asks, eyes sparkling once he takes in the sight of sushi before him; you chuckle. Sure it’d been a little pricey, like most human world foods that Akuzon stocks, but you figure you could always make an exception for his birthday.

     “I did,” you answer as he stuffs an ebi nigiri into his mouth, chewing.

     He swallows, then, “Good, then you’re mine for the rest of the night, yes?”

     “Yep.”

     He hums in approval. “Great. Give me a minute and we can have a little fun.”

vii: 8:00 PM

     Belphegor ends up taking longer than you anticipated, though you’re not complaining, seeing as he’s striking up conversation most of time, whether that be about your outing with Beelzebub today or how you’re feeling, in general.

     “Did Beel give you his gift?” you ask while he places the plate back onto the table.

     “Yep,” he confirms. Lacing his fingers with yours, he leads you towards the staircase, turning back to flash you lazy, cheeky grin. “Your gift was just as cute, though.”

     You chuckle out a ‘thank you’ before be whisks you right up the stairs and onto the loft of their room. It’s a shared space, Beelzebub’s half filled with racks of snacks, a copper coloured speaker beside it along with a misplaced dumbbell or two, while Belphegor’s is dotted with blankets and throws, puffed up pillows encircling the telescope that claims centrepiece.

     He seats himself at the far right corner, pulling you down with him, snuggling up to you after he drapes a blanket across your forms. Glancing up, you watch the painted stars across his ceiling dance through the drapery, shifting like sun sparked azurite, violet streaking the slow moving celestial bodies. “How beautiful.”

     Belphegor hums in agreement before you hear a switch click shut. In an instant, everything is brighter, the night sky coming to life above you in golden glimmers as you let out a sigh of wonder. He laughs beside you, tugging you closer until your side hits his, and he rests his head on your shoulder.

     Carding your fingers through his hair, you wonder if this is enough for him, that just being there is what he wants. As if he noticing your worry, he says, “Thank you for being here, really.”

     You smile at his words, pushing a few locks behind his ear. “It’s your birthday, Belphie. I’ll stay the whole night if that’s what you want.”

     “I want a lot more than that,” he whispers and, before you can even think of a reply, he presses his lips against yours, hands cupping your cheek as you clasp yours behind his neck. He tastes like mint, clean and peppery, the smell of shampoo lingering in the air when he pulls apart after his tongue skims yours for a brief, teasing moment. He gives you no time to catch your bearings, trailing kisses down the column of your neck, suckling and playfully biting, leaving you love marks that you’re sure are going to show tomorrow. “Can I be a little bit more selfish?”

     “Yes,” you sigh out and his smile crescents into you skin.

v: 2:00 AM

     “Sleep here tonight,” he states. It isn’t a question, it’s an order, one that you comply to with nod of your head and, as if on cue, you yawn. He laughs, taking your hand in his before he sweeps you to your feet. “Tired?”

     “Just a little,” you assure, though Belphegor’s not quite as convinced. “I can still stay up.”

     With a shake of a head, he’s tugging you down the staircase, making sure that he’s not rushing his steps. “You’re really not that good of a liar,” he points out and you offer him a lopsided frown, bleary-eyed, shoulders hunched over.

     Honestly, it’s really not surprising that you’re tired. Beel sent him a picture of the monstrous feast you’d cooked up and he’s sure that must’ve taken at least half a day; then there’s the pillow you made for him, which probably took a lot of trial and error. Today, he suspects, has exhausted the last reserves of your energy and, while he’s happy that you’re willing to push yourself for him, he’d rather you get some rest.

     Leading you to the bed, he watches in amusement as you flop onto the mattress, clearly fatigued while he sits at the edge, arms crossed over his head. “Thought you said you weren’t tired.”

     “I’m - oh,” and he follows your gaze to the sticky note he’s taped onto the wall; your sticky note. He catches the blush that starts to creep across your cheeks, head quirking to the side. “Oh.”

     “I just had to keep it. It’s from you, after all,” he professes and your gaze softens, and it warms him inside out. “I like you; I like everything about you.”

     You sit up, pressing a quick peck to the edge of his lips. “I like you, too,” and he lets the words settle into him, skin tingling with goosebumps.

     He allows you to pull him with you when you lay back down into the bed and you let out a laugh. He simply sighs, turning his back against the wall to face you, wrapping an arm around your waist, bringing you in closer.

     Your arms slip under his to rest at the back of his shoulders. “Stay here?”

     “Where else would I go?”      You chuckle. “That’s true,” you manage as you snuggle against him, burying your head into his chest. The sight of you, so vulnerable and so trusting of him, makes his breath hitch in his throat, makes him feel a little lighted, and he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head.

     “Good night.”

[100yearoldcomics]

March 28, 1922 Our Boarding House by Gene Ahern

Caption: Alvin didn't get all the party out of his system. [ID: Alvin marches in circles around the sitting room, blowing into a noisemaker horn. He has a tall party hat with a frilly pompom at the top on his head. Next to him, three boarders (from left to right, Clyde, Buster and Mack) stand at the foot of the staircase. Clyde holds his hands to his ears. Mrs. Hoople and Miss Church watch Alvin proudly from a nearby doorway. /end] Mrs. Hoople: Alvin was over to Mildred Pack's birthday party this afternoon and he had such a good time. I think I'll have him take dancing lessons soon. Miss Church: Oh, that will be sweet. He'll learn the minuet, I'm sure. We girls had to curtsy, and it was so nice. Alvin: ♪ BLOY BLOY BLOY ♪ Clyde: Let's pull freight and clear this pow. That kid has pushed enough wind through 'at horn to blow out an electric light. Buster: My head feels like th' inside of a rusty clock full of sand from that squawkin'. Let's go down an' argue a few games of pool!

[swampythesweetsketch]

 Fun idea I had this morning but I want to share with you guys for fun.

NSR GUARDIAN ANIMAL AU

Gist of AU is that someone/something is born with a tiny, magical animal that accompanies them.

Think Golden Compass but everything gets a animal, and the animals also act as magical instruments.

Imma call these creatures "Notels".

Qwasa energy is the lifeblood of these creatures, of which means the world is rampant with energy. Drawback is that the city's blackouts are caused by a lack of artists openly preforming for the energy to freely flow.(Unknown to NSR)

NSR are the major power to Vinyl City due to their rare instance of multiple/being bigger than average Notels.

Buildings have Notels that act as protector to their home (confined to that one space). They stay until the home is demolished, they will continue to exist to supply their home(s) with energy until they are exhausted of all musical resources.

Security bots have their own Notels, but the animals are smaller, chibi versions that focus their energy on keeping their mechanical holders charged at all times. They can hop onto other bots if their initial bot is destroyed in combat and will scurry off to new energy sources if there is no other bots around.

Human(oid) figures have more normal sized Notels that turn into various instruments that match up to their talents. They can also turn into other objects, but Notels are more music focused.

Non-music Notels are often referred as Nolls.

TIME TO HOP TO THE CAST AND PLOT

Bunk Bed Junction!

The two are still a band, but their sewers becomes a underground cavern that has old scriptures that depicts the more open, free flowing energy of Notels. They wish to join NSR in hopes of opening up the freedom of performance to other artists.

Pretty much like the OG B2J, but their focus is changed a bit to help Notels become stronger beings to help Vinyl City climb out of the black outs.

As Vinyl City keeps getting the blackouts and music tastes have all become selective, many Notels have started disappearing due to their respective genres starting to die out in the EDM dominate city.

Mayday's Notel is a rat! A smart creature that came to her in early age, it turns into her guitar. It stays perched in her hair and loves the food from Aunty, as to why B2J are regulars.

Aunty's Noll is a octopus, that turns its tentacles into various cooking utensils. I thought you might like to know.

Zuke's Notel ia Ellie! The little alligator uses their back scales as Zuke's drums and fangs as drumsticks! Ellie is still an integral support character as she and Zukes share the only braincell in the group.

Kill, who pops in after DJSS, has a armadillo Noll that turns into his phone.

First Artist, DJ Subatomic Supernova.

The first NSR artist they face off against is DJ Subatomic Supernova. His Notel is a dog, a nod to Laika, the first animal to ever orbit the Earth.

The Notel is made of pure Qwasa, with rings around its tail that turn into the scratch discs DJSS uses with a custom turntable. These rings will always burn up and become compact Qwasa stars that fizzle out over time. These stars are the main energy source for Club Planetarium.

The dog is massive, about the same size as DJSS. It's breed is best described as a greyhound.

Second Artist, Sayu.

She herself is a Notel!!! Kura Kura Stream Hun was once a interactive hologram theater that fell under, and Sayu was once a little fish Notel that swam around the building. When the place went under, she was alone for years.

It wasn't until the new NSR kids found Sayu and evolved their idea of reviving their old favorite building into a giant aquarium for Sayu to preform. And in debut of her inclusion to the NSR artists, Sayu evolved into the mermaid you see today!

The kiddos do have their own Notels that work as the aquatic buddies to Sayu!

Tila writes Sayu's lyrics and the beta singer of all the mermaid's song. She's the only one in the four creators that has a Notel. That is a vibrant green-red beta fish that turns into a small microphone for Tila to sing into.

Remi is the artist of the group, his Noll is a sunfish that uses its body as a drawing surface. When drawn on with a new design, it will swim around Sayu and act as a "magical transformation" of sorts.

Dodo is the choreographer for Sayu, teaching her the moves for her shows. His Nolls are mossballs. Tiny little things that act as the tail in Dodo's routines to help Sayu understand the whole of her dancing!

Sofa, the editor, has eel nolls that work in the background with him to navigate the theater and control lighting and setting for Sayu's preformance. He's the one with the strongest Nolls as their energy helps fluctuate the surroundings.

Third Artist, Yinu!

Her district is unique as she is a classical prodigy that seems to be the only other genre kept actively alive in Vinyl City.

Her Notel is a gosling, who uses their feathers as piano keys. The keys break apart over time as Yinu and her Notel are not fully grown, so she does most of her preformances with a physical piano until then.

Her mother's Noll is a spider, who uses their webs to create iron bars to trap B2J.

During Yinu's last stand in battle, her piano is broken already, so she and her Notel work together. But her Notel is near exhausted of feathers and has to stop when B2J reach her. They stay to help Yinu calm down and wait for her mother to shrink back down. They leave when the mother and daughter play the broken piano, helping Yinu's Notel regain energy.

Fourth Artist, 1010!

Neon J has a Moose Noll. I’m not sorry. It shrunk a bit since he became a cyborg to help charge his body. Back then it had to rely on tricking Neon J to sleep with soft lullabies to tune out the war going on, but now it can choose to stop feeding him its energy to force him to sleep.

White/Rin has a tiny wolf Notel that turns into a long microphone stand, he uses it for solos. Other than that, its a little wolf puppy that chases Rin around to keep him charged.

Red/Zimelu has a cockatiel Notel that turns into a microphone/drumstick combo. A single long, thin stick that Zim can sing into to generate a flat disc that sharpens into a circular saw, the handle acting as... the handle. 

The cockatiel loves perching on his arm and nibble his ascot.

Yellow/Haym has a rabbit Noll! It has a reaaaalllyy fluffy tail that pop off into pompoms! Haym loves using them to boost the moral of his team! When not in use, it lays in the faux ascot of Haym’s- he really had a hoodie hood for his rabbit to stay in!

Blue/Purl-Hew has a Snake Noll that extends it’s tail into a thread-thin whip. He uses it to grab his teammates out of danger. The snake loops around his neck and has constant yawns since Purl-Hew doesn’t exert a lot of energy outside of work.

Green/Eloni has a Cat Notel! It turns itself into cat ears headphones with a little microphones. When not doing anything else, it lops in the circle on Eloni’s head and cat naps there. He has trouble keeping his head straight sometimes, but he can never remove his precious chunk. 💚

When B2J crash their party, Mayday is terrified of Eloni’s cat and Purl-Hew’s snake cause she thinks they might eat her rat (Who she has gone to call Chebbar. Like Cheddar, but with a B).

When 1010 are nearly destroyed, all the Notels/Nells freak out in hopes of repairing their respective boys, but this only makes things work as they are what cause 1010 to ultimately explode.

When Neon J comes to the scene- atop 1010 limousine. No matter where I fight whether near or far- I bleed in the name of NSR-

When Neon J comes to the scene, he and his MEGA MOOSE NOLL (who turns into a rapier with many disfigured blades that hut out like antlers.

The Mother Machine that keeps spawning 1010′s new bodies has its own Noll that is respectively a doe. All of 1010′s Notels/Nolls rush to their protection. Moose dad and Deer mom are PISSED.

All the Notels and Nolls cling to their beaten owners after the fight, the doe keeps close to Neon J when the Mother Machine is destroyed.

Fourth Artist, Eve.

Eve has two Nolls, peacocks that are pink and white respectively. They turn into her masks or Humor and Tragedy.

When one is used, the other uses its feathers to construct large arms and hands that chase B2J around. When they swap, all hands and arms melt into puddles that can still cause damage if stepped in. They evaporate after a little bit.

The peacocks steal Eve and try to run into the white void when she’s defeated, pecking Zuke when he catches up to them and talks to Eve. They eventually deescalates the tension and pet them while they talk.

They follow B2J outside the studio in order to combine their feathers into a key that unlocks the gate to NSR tower.

Final Artist, Tatiana.

Tatiana has a Noll, a steel gray hummingbird. It looks dead a majority of the time. It may look rejuvenated one second, but the next it will look drained of all life. Tatiana refuses to acknowledge her Noll’s problem.

When B2J encounters Tatiana, they battle with their music which seems to revive the Noll. That catches Mayday’s attention.

Mayday goes in to shame Tatiana for neglecting her Noll’s need for Rock, revealing B2J’s motive for auditioning in the first place. 

To save the Notals, dying form the lack of their genre being played and oppressing artists that don’t fall in line of EDM.

Tatiana is caught off guard by the revelation, but listening to Mayday’s complaint, she turns her Noll into the clock hand blades she battles with. Using the rock music played by B2J to fuel her Noll’s power.

Mayday and Zuke are forced to drop their Rock solo and battle with EDM mixed with their tunes. The combination boosting their power enough to  overcome Tatiana ‘s attack.

As the battle concludes, the clock tower releases Tatiana’s guitar, who reveals to a phoenix Notel that has been supplying the tower with the majority of its power since Tatiana abandoned her old persona, Kul Fyra.

Kliff comes into the scene, and using Tatiana’s weakened Notel and Noll against her, takes control of them to grab the last bit of power from NSR.

All the defeated artists call in to see Tatiana, beaten. It is there that everyone is then told how the lack of genres have been killing off the Notels and causing the blackouts. But Tatiana refuses the idea... then her Noll collapses. 

Mayday and Zuke rush to the Noll’s aid and play their music for the poor thing. Kliff chews Tatiana out for not seeing the obvious. He misses the hypocrisy in his speech, as he only idolizes Rock as the definitive music genre of Vinyl City.

During their fight, Kliff uses his Noll to control the tower’s system and the satellite starts to fall.

The finale continues as normal, the districts are returned to their respective Artists, and Tatiana puts the call out for artists of all genres to come to the Grand Qwasa to preform like never before.

Kliff, seeing a error in his ways a little too late, gives back Tatiana’s Notels and leaves his own Noll behind with her.

Lyrics screamed, horns blasted, drums punctured, string snapped.

The blow of musical energy surges the Grand Qwasa as the whole city glows in a light long missed as every single artist plays their heart out. 

But it works, the tower transforms with the help of its Noll (a metronome) and flings the satellite back into orbit.

Mayday is given Tatiana’s offer to join NSR and refuses, and instead is gifted her Notel.

Tatiana’s Noll is fully revived and reveals to be another phoenix, still steel gray but it’s body burning brighter than ever before.

The announcement is made to restructure NSR, and in so, Vinyl City is opened alive once more to revived and brand new Notels.

ANNNNNNNNDDDD that’s the end! Thanks for reading my rambling of a AU that doesn’t change a lot but was fun to make! 

Byyyeeeeeee!!!!!!!

[ggukkiedae]

2 Cool 4 Skool Era

Visuals:

black hair, more often than not in a messy ponytail with a black bandana like Yoongi’s

she was really baby faced, so her makeup was done to make her look slightly older

she was mostly dressed in leggings or cargo pants with sweaters or big shirts that matched the boys

(her shoes were always high tops with insoles/heels inside bc she a tiny child)

Album Credits:

production: none

lyrics: We Are Bulletproof Pt.2, No More Dream, 좋아요, Outro: Circle Room Cypher, 길

Choreography: nothing credited to her, but she did suggest some stuff for 좋아요 and helped Jungkook with his hat trick for We Are Bulletproof Pt.2

MV:

uwu wasn’t a thing back then but you can say everyone uwued over Yoonmi when she stepped out of the bus and messed with her ponytail for the little introduction in the beginning

there isn’t much to note on the mv since it was a lot of dancing

her favorite shots to film though where her solo shots where she stood on top of the skateboard ramp just because she felt cool

there was also a part where there was something like a dance battle going on and she literally flips into the middle of the circle and starts freestyling

her flip over the members after Jimin and Jungkook’s little lift stunt was used as a transition from one cut to another, and fans found this really cool

mostly the same thing goes for the WAB Pt.2 mv since it was dance-centered

she found it fun to try her gesturing during her raps while holding the pompoms she had as props

General:

Yoonmi was really excited throughout the whole era since it was finally her debut

her english would slip through a lot, proving how excited she was

(then fans found out she had a British accent (like a mix between geordie and the standard accent everyone knows) and freaked)

she was a little upset though since the company didn’t allow her to help produce tracks for this album (but it’s okay bc they promised her next album she could help)

she got mixed reactions from the public from both debuting in a boy group and debuting so young but that somewhat boosted their popularity

the general public grew to love her though

she was a young child, so she would more often than not be clinging to one of the older members during official schedules

(mostly Seokjin or Yoongi)

her energy on stage was everything

it was like she forgot she was a little girl and just brought out all her charisma and charm (still looked cute though)

fansigns were such a huge gem!

she preferred to let fans talk, but she would listen to them with utmost attention and everyone loved how focused and happy she looked listening to them

no one will let go of the time when there was a toddler in a fansign that stayed with her and Jungkook most of the time

babies playing with a baby!!!

[nessiansimp]

Halloween Party Nessian fic

Nesta hated Halloween.

Firstly, because it was the most pointless holiday to ever grace a calendar. She simply couldn't understand why people willingly chose to dress up in some outlandish costume while stuffing themselves with candy and other overpriced sweets. Second, because she had to spend the entire night in said ridiculously uncomfortable costumes, glaring down anyone who looked at her for too long.

But mostly because every year, her sisters dragged her to the stupid Halloween party their friend Mor was hosting.

Which happened to be exactly where she was at the moment. At the huge house Mor had rented out for the evening, which was filled with loud music and dancing and laughing, and people partying like it was there last day on Earth. There were at least several hundred people there, and she found herself wondering again and again how her sister's friend even knew that many people to invite. She didn't think she'd met more than a few dozen people in her life.

The one thing that made the horrific ordeal slightly more bearable was seeing Cassian. She usually didn't get to see much of him during the year because of both of their busy work schedules. The holidays were one of the few times she saw him, and she was glad to have those few moments with him, despite the horrible music and the drunk partygoers that crowded around them.

She shifted uncomfortably in her witch costume, a short black dress and a pointy hat which she'd reused from last year's event, as she scanned the crowd for Amren. Her sister Feyre had ditched her to find her boyfriend Rhys, and Elain had gone off with Azriel to play some party game.

Which left her alone. In a sea of people she didn't know and had no interest in meeting.

A deep voice rumbled behind her. "Hi, sweetheart."

She whirled around to find Cassian grinning at her. He was dressed in the most absurd costume she'd seen yet. A pale gray jacket with orange pompoms down the center. Puffed up sleeves and white feathers glued to every inch of the shirt collar. He wore matching gray gloves and a fiery orange wig, the color of which suited the pompoms perfectly. The white and red face paint he'd been wearing had mostly faded off, leaving nothing but brown skin in its wake. Although his nose was still painted a vivid red.

"Hello, Cassian," she drawled.

He slung an arm around her shoulder and steered her towards the bar, the only place in the party where she could actually enjoy herself. They sat down on the stools and Cassian ordered drinks for them.

He swiveled in his chair and turned to face her, his gaze raking over her simple costume. It wasn't a particularly creative choice of clothing, but she didn't want to waste the money or the energy on an outfit she would wear only once a year.

"Nice costume," he said. The bartender came back and handed them their drinks, and he swished the liquid in his cup around once, before downing its contents in one long gulp. He cracked a fiendish smile in her direction. "It's super creative. And look at that, it suits your personality."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "At least I didn't dress up as chicken."

He motioned to the bartender for another drink, who nodded and grinned at him like they knew each other. She didn't doubt he knew at least half the people at the party. Cassian was that type of person. Funny and easygoing. Not to mention incredibly attractive. Of course she'd never tell him that.

His attention turned back to her and his lips curled upward. Cassian's eyes alighted with the challenge in her words, sensing the start of another argument. The bartender came back with his second drink and slid it over to him on the counter.

He picked up his drink, watching as she took a sip of hers. "I'm not a chicken," he retorted. "I'm a clown."

"Did you mean that literally or figuratively?"

"Both."

She clamped her lips together, trying not to let any of her amusement show. She'd really missed their arguments.

"Are you sure you're not a chicken?" She gestured to his collar. "What's with the feathers?"

He scratched his head. "Yeah, I didn't have the right fabric so I had to improvise." He straightened. "I think I'm pretty recognizable anyway. I mean, I'm not just any clown."

She stared at him over the rim of her cup. "What do you mean?"

He motioned to the wig and the face paint, then the clothes before he sighed and said "I'm Pennywise."

She raised a brow. "Am I supposed to know what that is?"

He gasped mockingly. "You've never watched 'It'?"

"No. Why would I watch a horror movie on purpose?"

He rolled his eyes. "Because it's fun to get scared."

"Well, if you're trying to frighten someone, the only people you're scaring off are poultry farmers."

He barked a laugh. "Well, if I knew you were coming, I would have suggested we picked out couple costumes instead. We could've gone as ghost or vampires, if that's more up your alley."

She snorted. "Yeah, except for the fact that we're not a couple."

"Who says we can't be one?"

She rolled her eyes and looked away to hide the blush creeping up her face. She tried to search for Amren again, but she still couldn't see her anywhere in the large crowd and she couldn't find anyone else she recognized either. She'd probably be stuck with Cassian for the rest of the night.

The man in question grabbed her hand suddenly and started dragging her towards the dance floor. "Come on," he said.

She groaned. "No way. I hate dancing."

"Too bad," he sang.

They stopped right under the disco ball swinging from the ceiling and Cassian's hands came to rest on her hips, swaying them both gently with the music. The loud music pulsed from speakers overhead and neon lights flashed different colors. Her boot heels clacked on the floor as people swarmed around them in the crowded room, shoving her and Cassian closer to each other until there was barely any distance between them at all.

Someone pushed her from behind suddenly and she stumbled forward, crashing into him. His arms came around her, warm and steady. He held onto her until she regained her balance, then his hands found her waist again.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until at one point he took her hand and pulled her into a dark hallway far away from the dancing and music and people. She stumbled back against the wall as he braced his hands on either side of her, completely trapping her there. His warm breath fanned over her face as he inched closer until they were practically nose to nose. His dark hair slid over his brow, his hazel eyes burning like molten flames.

She crossed her arms and raised her chin defiantly. "I thought you wanted to dance."

"I changed my mind."

He leaned forward suddenly and seized her mouth in his. It was anything but gentle, the movement fueled by desire and need, as well as the heavy amount of alcohol they'd both consumed earlier. Her lips parted as his tongue slid over the roof of her mouth, his calluses brushing her arm as he held her against the wall. She fisted the front of his shirt in one hand to pull him closer, although there wasn't any distance left between them at all. His body was warm and hard against hers, and she moaned a little in spite of herself as he slid a hand under her dress and started rubbing circles on her thigh.

She pulled back and grinned up at him. He grinned back, panting and breathless.

She smirked. "I think I'm going to need another drink."

He laughed as she took his hand and starting dragging him back to the bar, when Amren tackled them out of nowhere. Her friend was wearing a black dress, her outfit similar to her own, except Amren's lips were painted a deep red with fake blood trickling off her chin and fake fangs in her mouth.

"There you are," she huffed. "We've been looking everywhere for you."

Amren's eyes flicked briefly over Nesta's costume, then Cassian's, wrinkling her nose slightly as she took in the feathers and the vibrant pompoms.

Cassian smirked at her expression. "What's your costume, Amren? Tiny bloodsucking elf?"

Amren rolled her eyes. "I'm a vampire, you dolt. What are you supposed to be, a chicken?"

Nesta nudged Cassian in the side. "See? I told you."

"Idiots," he muttered.

Nesta slid her hand into his and pecked Cassian on the cheek, who grinned at her devilishly, before following Amren through the crowd and dragging Cassian along with her.

After nearly losing Amren three times, they finally made it to the table where Elain, Mor, and Azriel were waiting for them. Mor was wearing a red devil costume with horns poking out of her golden hair, and Elain was clothed in a flowing gown, a sparkling tiara placed on her head.

Azriel was wearing what he usually wore, a black jacket with matching black pants, except for the white face paint drawn in lazy lines, like he hadn't bothered to put any effort in. She assumed he was supposed to be a skeleton, although his outfit did the bare minimum. She really wished she'd thought of that. The skintight dress she was wearing had already started to become unbearably uncomfortable.

She sat down across from them and Cassian plopped down next to her, one hand on his drink, the other on her bare knee. Nesta was just about to ask where her other sister was, the whole reason she was in this mess in the first place, when Feyre strutted over to them with Rhys on her arm.

Her sister twirled around in her angel costume once before sitting down next to Rhys. "Do you guys like my outfit?"

Rhys wiggled his eyebrows. "Yeah, but it'd look better on my bedroom flo-"

Amren gagged.

"Oh please, not this again," Mor groaned, then turned to Nesta and said "They've been acting like this ever since we got here."

Feyre laughed and popped a candy into her mouth from the candy bowl in front of her. "Ok, we'll stop. I promise."

Amren snorted. "I give them 5 minutes before they're at it again."

"2 minutes," Mor countered.

"30 seconds," Cassian said.

Rhys rolled his eyes. "You know we can hear you, right?"

Mor stood up suddenly and clasped her hands. "You know what? Let's do something fun. Like truth or dare!"

"I'll go first." This from Amren, a cruel smile dancing on her blood red lips, in a way that made Nesta feel terribly sorry for whoever was going to be subject to her demands.

Amren turned to Feyre. "Truth or dare?"

Feyre contemplated for a bit, before answering "Dare."

"I dare you to eat every single piece of candy in the bowl in front of you."

"What? No!" Feyre protested.

Amren was uncompromising. "You said you wanted a dare."

"A dare within reason-"

Feyre continued to argue with Amren and Nesta's attention started to wander, already bored with the conversation. Cassian gave her a sidelong glance and the hand on her thigh started drifting higher.

Eventually Amren gave up and slumped back in her seat. Mor took the opportunity to cut in. "My turn," she chirped. "Az, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"When was the first time you..."

The rest of the conversation became a blur as his fingers started working their way up her inner thigh, drawing idle lines and circles on her skin. His touch was warm against her freezing skin, courtesy of the Velaris weather.

Somewhere in the background, their friends were laughing themselves hoarse over whatever Az had dared Rhys to do, but Nesta couldn't hear anything over the roaring in her ears as Cassian hand trailed her legs and slipped under the lace of underclothes, his fingers just shy of her folds.

Two fingers curved in on the soft skin at the apex of her thighs, applying just enough pressure to make her cough to suppress a moan. No one payed her any attention, their focus solely on the game. She slid her gaze to Cassian, who kept his face neutrally blank as he casually participated in the conversation, laughing at the appropriate times.

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers encircled her core teasingly, so dangerously close to where she wanted him. Every thought in her brain narrowed to the two fingers under her dress, just inches away from-

"Nesta?"

She snapped her head up. Everyone was gaping at them from across the table. Cassian smirked and slowly withdrew his fingers from under her dress.

"Um." She felt the heat rush to her cheeks. "Did you ask me something?"

Feyre's eyes darted between her and Cassian, before widening slightly and saying "I just asked if you were going to choose truth or dare."

She cleared her throat, trying very hard not to look at Cassian and the taunting expression on his face. "Dare."

Feyre's lips curled into a wicked smile and Nesta shuddered. "I dare you to kiss Cassian."

Cassian mirrored Feyre's expression as he studied Nesta. She shook her head. "Never mind, I'm going with truth."

Feyre's smile didn't falter. "Do you want to kiss Cassian?"

Nesta stood up from her chair and brushed herself off. She made a mental note to push Feyre into the Sidra later. "I should probably head home. It's getting late."

Cassian stood up with her and tucked his chair in. "I'll walk you there."

Amren's eyebrows shot up to her forehead. She gave Nesta a knowing look, which she ignored. Feyre still wore that delighted grin on her face as she kissed her cheek and waved them off. They said goodbye to everyone, then stepped outside into the autumn weather.

As soon as they were outside the party, away from all the loud music and flashing lights, she whirled on Cassian.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed.

A wry smile. "Oh please, you liked it."  

She had enjoyed it. A little. But she wasn't about to tell him that.

He offered her his arm, which she ignored, and started walking ahead of him. He grinned and rushed after her, leaves cracking under both of their feet. They passed a group of kids trick-or-treating who gave them weird looks on their way to her apartment, probably because Cassian was still wearing that ridiculous outfit of his. They walked a few more minutes in silence, before she turned to Cassian again, who was rubbing his hands together franticly.            

"If you're trying to summon an evil spirit," she said, "I don't think that's how it works."

He grunted. "My hands are cold. I think I lost my gloves somewhere."

"Then just buy new gloves."

He rolled his eyes. "Gee, Nesta, that's a brilliant idea. I hadn't even thought of that."

He continued rubbing his hands together and she almost laughed at the site of him.

"It's not even that cold. No one else is wearing gloves," she pointed out.

"Well, I'm sorry for not being immune to cold weather."

She grasped his hand in one of hers. "There. Now shut up."

His eyes widened at first, but then a slow grin spread on his face. "You know, I think my lips are getting cold too-"

"Screw you," she muttered and yanked him forward. He stumbled after her, gripping her hand like a lifeline. They walked a bit longer, silence settling over them again, until they reached her apartment on the banks of the Sidra.

He leaned casually against her door as she slid fumbled with her keys. "Admit it. You had fun tonight."

She slid her keys into the lock and cracked the door open. "Debatable."

"Wasn't that so much better than staying at home alone and reading some cheesy romance novel?"

He stepped in front of her to block her path, and when she couldn't sidestep him, she asked "Which part? The part where we made out or the part where we got drunk?"

A snort. "We weren't even that drunk. We just had a couple of drinks."

"I must've been drunk if I actually kissed you."

He growled. "You could've just answered the damn question, Nesta."  

She laughed, and he looked as surprised as she was to hear the sound come from her. His face broke into a smile again.

She stepped closer to him, toying with those ridiculous pompoms on his jacket that had somehow managed to stay glued on the entire night. "I had a great time. Best Halloween of my life," she added. "Happy now?"

He smirked. "Not yet."

He leaned forward and pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips then pulled back so quickly she barely had time to register that what had happened.

A smiled danced on his lips. "I can't wait to see what we're going to dress up as for next Halloween."

"As long as you don't dress up in this ridiculous costume again."

He grinned as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind her.

[the-evisceration-station]

If you're still taking prompts, would you write a Riverdale/Dare Me crossover? I caught the RD reference in your last Dare Me fic and had a good laugh before everything else went downhill.

Okay, so I thought about this for a minute because I got another question about doing this crossover awhile back (before I said I was taking prompts). I’m not actually going to write a fic of this, but I guess I’ll give you the play-by-play of how I think it’d go down. So I guess it’s like my headcanon crossover, or something, here we go.

    The Sutton Grove football team and cheer squad go to Riverdale for a football game. Eagles vs. Bulldogs and whatnot.

      Sutton Grove cheer squad performs jaw-dropping feats of athleticism with Beth as flyer. Beth does her bow and arrow at the top of the pyramid. Even though things have been strained between Addy and Beth lately b/c of Colette, Addy is still mesmerized by how flawless Beth’s performance is.

      Then it’s the River Vixens’ turn and they do some weird, provocative dance number where Cheryl flips her skirt up and rubs her thighs while the other Vixens shake their pompoms around. Veronica and Cheryl sing Circus by Britney Spears through the whole performance. Everyone from Sutton Grove is like WTF and the squad especially is so perplexed and mortified. How is this cheerleading?? Why are they signing?? Why are they all acting like this is normal??

    At this point, the Sutton Grove students have noticed Riverdale is kinda weird. They’re all ready to get back on the buses and get the heck home, save Addy. Addy’s just glad to be somewhere else for once, since her hometown’s felt so suffocating lately. She doesn’t care if it’s kinda weird here, she’d like to go have a milkshake somewhere that isn’t the Dairy Cream for a change, and it’s nice to see new faces.

     The SGHS students have to stay the night though, because there’s suddenly a fuck ton of fog and the bus drivers don’t want to risk driving through such poor visibility. The Riverdale locals are confused as to how this is an issue. You guys have never seen fog before?? Are you telling me the sun shines where you're from?? Sounds fake, but okay.

       Since they’re stuck, the girls are like screw it, might as well explore and meet some new people.

       RiRi cozies up to Cheryl and Toni. She gravitates toward badass bitches and gay energy, so how could she not?

       They’re cool with it. Cheryl likes stirring the pot and RiRi is a little troublemaker. They end up partying in La Bonne Nuit, doing jingle jangle and dancing the night away. RiRi can’t be sure if Cheryl really says the weirdest things she’s ever heard anyone say, ever, or if she’s just high enough to hallucinate.

       Addy invites Colette to go to Pops with her, picturing sharing a milkshake with two straws. Archie notices how close they’re standing, and just sort of feels something is off. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s been involved with dangerous, manipulative adults enough times to sense them, even if it’s not something he registers consciously.

      Archie interrupts Addy and Colette like, “wow, that routine was really cool, you guys were amazing, blah, blah, blah…”

        Colette’s all polite smiles. Addy is irritated. He ends up just blabbing on and on, until Colette excuses herself b/c Matt is blowing up her phone. Addy’s plans are foiled. Archie ends up inviting her to Pops and Addy’s deadpan, like, “I’m not going to fuck you.” And Archie’s all ???, “I just want to hang out.” He’s still getting those danger vibes for her and just wants to take care of her, like he does former twins with survivor’s guilt, homeless kids who stab him, and guys in juvie who drooped out in the forth grade to run drugs to take care of their nanas.

       Addy gives in cause she while she’d rather go with Colette, she still just wants to go someplace new. Veronica overheard Archie gushing about SGHS cheer squad and invites herself to the party. She doesn’t realize Addy is the most homo homo to have ever homo’ed and fears Archie’s eye has strayed again. Also, since Archie seemed impressed by their routine, she wants to ask Addy questions about it and see if it’s something the Vixens could do.

       Beth watches all of this unfold from afar, forlorn as fuck. Great. Addy’s abandoning her yet again.

      She wanders around for awhile, eventually comes across Bughead investigating whatever mystery is plaguing Riverdale today.

       Beth has her own inner Nancy Drew, the scene in Will’s apartment proves it. So despite the fact that these two look like total losers, some perky ponytail in an ugly sweater and greasy kid in a ratty beanie, she finds herself intrigued. Besides, what else is she supposed to do in this bumfuck nowhere town that’s as dinky as her own bumfuck nowhere town, only too foggy to see through and twice as weird??

      So Beth invites herself to the Bughead investigation team. At first they’re both opposed. Jughead is skeptical when it comes to outer circle people in Riverdale, let alone people who aren’t even from Riverdale.

     Betty softens up when she learns they have the same name. And the longer they talk to Beth, she realizes, hey, this girl is actually a very observant and perceptive go-getter. She could really help us out, here.

  So Betty talks Jughead into letting Beth join in. The three of them play detective all night long, following clues and bouncing off each other. Beth’s acerbic attitude rubs Betty and Jughead the wrong way, but they deal with it cause she’s actually really good at this. They’re piecing the puzzle together faster with her than they would without her.

      Beth still thinks they’re losers. They’re also so romantic and soft with each other that it makes her want to throw up…and also has her kind of jealous. Because even if she won’t admit it, she 100% wishes she could have a romance just as soft and sickeningly-sweet with Addy.

     Addy is still hanging out with Archie and Veronica. They’re a few milkshakes in by now, and they’ve told her all about the whacko, demented happenings of the town since that fateful 4th of July. Addy can’t believe it, but hearing about all this bizarre, crazy shit makes her miss Sutton Grove. Sutton Grove sucks, but it’s not nearly as batshit as Riverdale sounds. 

     Little does she know that Sutton Grove’s own murder mystery awaits when she goes back home…

[frossen-fantasi]

Part 3 of 4 - Reconciliation

Anna immediately grabbed a pillow and started to swing it around in circles, but Elsa defended herself with a swift block of the oncoming one using her own pillow. Smiles led to Anna cowering behind hers, as if she were afraid of what might come next for her. It was a trick, though, as she sneaked in a side shot that hit Elsa on the waist. Elsa screeched and stood on her knees as she continuously hit Anna over the head with her pillow, who held hers above her head to block the blows. Elsa squealed even though Anna was mostly silent or giggling, ramping it up to a shriek when Anna came back with an intense blow to Elsa’s pillow that pushed hers aside and hit Elsa in the face. Now that made her mad.

She almost knocked Anna’s weapon out of her hands, but Anna spun around and grabbed hold of a second pillow which she now flailed about like two pompoms, distracting and confusing her adversary. She suddenly shrieked furiously that she was going to get her!! Elsa tried to bump at least one of them out of Anna’s hand, but as her pillow struck Anna’s arm it was squished enough that white down feathers streamed out the end of Elsa’s. Both sisters howled, but returned to the serious business of swinging bed pillows at each other’s face. Neither was really successful, as both jumped off the bed and rolled around across it to avoid the other and to try for shots at them. Elsa chased Anna around the room, who sniggled with abandon, then ducked behind a corner of the bed, struck Elsa across the chest and knocked Elsa’s pillow out of her hand - then used this surprise to start counter-attacking and chasing her back.

Elsa ran to where she could grab another pillow, but was then turned the wrong way to do much. She jumped up on the bed and Anna bounded up behind her, where they hit and hit each other in the shoulder with strong pillow strikes now producing soft down feathers out the end, with a flurry of white fluffiness floating all around them and all across everything. Elsa pushed Anna off-center so she lost her balance and fell onto the bed, her legs bouncing up into the air, but she quickly rolled off the bed and recovered with a new vigor.

The pillows were losing their strength and stuffing when Elsa’s laughter got a feather in her mouth and she started to choke, making her bend over and whoop even more. Anna went in for the kill, hitting her sister’s head from the side until Elsa dropped to her knees on the bed and rolled down onto her hip, doubling over with a cough whilst fanning her chest with her hand.

Anna tossed her pillow at Elsa in one last triumphant movement, jumped up and down on the bed and shouted “I won!!!” Then she also dropped to her knees, and likewise rolled down onto a hip, falling the rest of the way onto her back, exhausted, drawing in alternating between laughs and belly-deep breaths.

Elsa laid up onto her side, resting and getting the feathers out of her mouth with a dry cough alternating with laughter. She admired her lovely little sister and reached fingers out to stroke her fiery red hair and cheek.

“Elsa,” Anna breathed out while looking up at the ceiling. “Yes,” she answered. “Do you want to build a snowman?”

Elsa grinned wide and thought a moment. Then carefully enunciated, “Yes, my darling Anna. Yes… I do.”

With big doe eyes and an open mouth of delight, Anna reached her arms out into a stretch, and said “Come here.”

“Scooch in.”

She laid down her arm, and, as Elsa crawled over to her, she wrapped around her and held tight. Elsa felt tense and firm. Red hair crushed between forehead and chin with a small crackle… words rolled out across her lips, “I love you.

So much.”

“I love you.”

Elsa’s mind raced with thoughts, and this felt so amazingly beautiful. She cooed, “I love you too Anna” toward her ear. Memories interlaced with where she was now here with Anna in this moment, and where life might lead. Her heart raced, pumping strength through her veins. She felt a drive to act but it scared her. Could she love Anna in the way she wanted, in a way Anna appeared to want her to? Anna was holding tight and not letting go. She had just said I love you, and they had both had said it to one another. Nothing had changed really, or had it. Elsa held her too, and Anna seemed happy and still. They were alone together, Anna uncharacteristically quiet. She could hear her breaths, seeming like quick sighs of anticipation.

“Elsa,” Anna said respectfully. “Yes sweetie.”

“I think my arm is going to sleep – it feels numb.”

“Oh, so sorry!” Elsa reacted quickly, letting go and picking herself up off of Anna’s arm and sitting up onto the balls of her feet and both knees.

“No, No, I love you Elsa,” Anna exclaimed “Don’t go away. It’s just, I wanted to let you know, so you could…” She stopped talking, as she noticed Elsa staring at her with wide eyes, her big hawk-like lashes batting as if to sweep in, and made contact with her gaze. “I want you here” she continued, “with me.” Glancing down at the covers flowing from her hips to her Elsa she patted them, then shifted her bright teal eyes back up to flash a knowing girl’s smile.

Elsa reached for Anna’s hand and gently rolled her fingers across them, bottom and top. They curled, accepted, and opened to surround hers sliding in and intertwined.

Shared happiness flowed with slow nods for what felt like a stopping of time – nothing else mattered. In this moment, two were about sharing their selves and their lives, just who they were, as on a thrilling adventure of exploration and discovery, riding into their own world of partnership and creativity together, and cozy, crazy comfort all in one bundle, tied together with not much more than who they were to share, in all their awkwardness and moved by feelings of unbridled passion. Yet, both surrendered without anything between them to bar the flood of emotions they felt release across these supple bedsheets. Hearts pounded and rosy cheeks blushed.

Tears of joy flowed, as a mutual recognition of the love they really did feel gushed, pure and intense as if they were twin flames made for one another, each looking into, and, finally, knowing, their destiny. This mutual true fantasy was playing out in the room, and they could dance through it the way they chose.

Anna lifted her hand to Elsa’s cheek, and touching it, confided “I need you.” Elsa flustered, but with this nervousness was also excitement, and she felt drawn in. Leaning forward, she placed the palms of her hands on the sheets to each side of Anna’s smooth, rosy face and red hair, and felt her own hair flop onto Anna’s collar as her lips went in to kiss the corner of Anna’s mouth. She let out the beginning of a nervous laugh but Anna was accepting her, and kissed back, as if hungry and wanting. There was no turning back now. Silence fell across them, their small short kisses became longer and deeper, while their lips and tongues felt the tender caress of each other, interplaying as lovers do. Uneven breaths and small smacks brought evidence of their combined, blind passion.

Anna’s floral fragrance was special made by a lady villager, lending her a unique scent that Elsa loved to breathe in. The soft smell of romantic young lady flowing tenderly from soft skin to skin, fingers and tongues and hair rolling across peach fuzz on skin, taut with goosebumps. Her lips and the tip of her tongue felt like licking sweet cherries, a taste of true love that teased their palates.

A heat swept through Elsa that could only come from Anna, like fire and ice.

“Anna?” Elsa curled the name like it was jewelry. “Elsa?” came the spirited reply.

“Do you want this?”

“Oh YES, Yes, I do!” she exclaimed.

“Please, please don’t leave me!” She grabbed her hand.

Elsa felt flush and dizzy.

She knew it was a special moment.

“I want it too.” was her throaty response.

Elsa looked down at the soft, satiny bow tied across Anna’s bosom, and wanted nothing more than to untie it.

Except for one thing... this was no ordinary present to unwrap without careful deliberation. Elsa placed her fingertips on its ends as if she would pull them, then smiled at those lovely mounds and up to Anna’s eyes. She wanted to know she really, really wanted it to happen, and until such time could still savor the opportunity.

Anna’s eyes were very big, and her mouth opened wide in surprise.

Elsa reached up and her fingertips gently closed those lovely eyelids, whispering love notes to them. Anna cooed. Elsa moved upward so her lips could place a small, light kiss on each eyelid. Then released her own sigh, softly kissing her way down Anna’s nose and cheeks. From there she brushed her lips and tongue over Anna’s lips to her chin, and down her throat to the sweetly soft spot at its base, which she nuzzled with her nose and licked like it was a spoonful of delicious chocolate icing.

Anna’s breath was shallow and she reached for Elsa’s hands - but they were too quick, escaping away as Elsa’s long fingers flowed along her like across a piano keyboard, sliding up the tender fabric of her nightgown over her skin, exposing her legs to an inquisitive gaze. Anna’s eyes rolled up to the right as her back tensed, her breaths now choppy like ocean waves. Her the tits of her bosom tightened against the bow caressing them. “Oh my.” she was moved to say, but these words were so shallow they went by unspoken, frozen to Elsa’s touch.

Anna trembled. She reached out to Elsa’s head for stability. Elsa looked back up at Anna’s eyes with such intensity they reminded her of Nokk and sent a chill down her spine… her sister was master of her, or was it mistress? Anyway, The One.

Anna looked up at the fine purple drapery hanging down toward them from the top of the bed. It hadn’t changed at all since this was a place where they visited their parents.

This is where Elsa’s hands grabbed the ends of that bow and she asked, “May I open my present now?” “Yes, YES, of course you can Elsa!” Anna cried.

“Are you sure?” the bigger one teased. “Oh YES, I want you to” exhaled Anna, barely able to think straight. She reached for the bow herself to help Elsa draw it open, but Elsa yanked the fabric with all the thrill of ripping open gift-wrapping, which exposed Anna’s breasts bursting with excitement.

Elsa pondered them as if admiring a precious gift, then enunciated “You are an exquisite girl.” Her eyes glowed bright in an almost inhuman way, charged with an electrifying current to which Anna squealed - “You too!!!”

“You too!!”

Elsa moved in on those nipples as a wild animal goes after an apple, licking and sucking and nibbling on one while rolling the other with her fingers, then switching to the other one. She might have been comparing them, but thoroughly enjoyed both.

Anna writhed and undulated, her whole body pulsating hot blood through all her veins. Elsa got onto her knees, and, flashing a mischievous smile, her hands slid underneath the edge of Anna’s nightgown and pulled it up revealing her femininity. Her hands felt the curves of Anna’s belly.

“It’s cold.. ARGH.”

Anna cried out as Elsa’s ice cold fingers traced against her exposed thighs. She mentally cursed Elsa for knowing her vulnerable spots. She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth when the blonde dipped her head on the crook of Anna’s neck and nipped.

Anna screwed her eyes, suppressed a moan when Elsa drew closer. She knew that her sister was good with a piano but this was insane. Her touches brought out the most amazing feelings that she never knew existed. The stuff of romantic novels she had read paled in comparison with the magic Elsa was doing to her with fingers and palms now.

Thoughts rushed through Anna’s brain. Over a half year ago they had revealed their feelings to each other, and started this forbidden relationship. Since then, Elsa was technically still living in the forest, but spent much more time with Anna, always sharing a bed. Often after family game night she stayed, and occasionally she rode Nokk to the castle late in the evening when she missed her sister too much during weekdays. After a sweet visit, she would go back to the forest before dawn, to fulfill her duty of protecting the forest.

“Everything is settled, come back. You are exhausting yourself.” Anna mumbled.

That didn’t stop Elsa’s cold fingers going south to where they desired.

“Shhhhhh” Elsa hushed her.

The slight sound of softly squishing fruit startled her.

[sablelab]

Santa Baby - Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.  I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general.  This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : It is Christmas time twelve months later and  a lot has changed in the Heughan household. This year there is one thing that Sam and Caitriona have decided to keep as a  Christmas tradition for just the two of them, but this time the tables have  been turned … or have they?

THANK YOU all for reading , liking, reblogging and leaving such lovely comments along the way on this story.  I hope you have enjoyed this nine part story and this last chapter. Much appreciated. xox  *WARNING …This chapter is NSFW .

Chapter 1  /  Chapter 2  /  Chapter 3 (S)  /  Chapter 4 (S)  /  

Chapter 5 (NSFW)   /  Chapter 6 (S)  /  Chapter 7 (S) 

Chapter 8 (S)

CHAPTER 9

 “God I adore you woman. Come here.”

Caitriona playfully sashayed demurely towards her husband but she was anything but. Sam couldn’t take his eyes from her and smiled before a whistle left his lips which only made Cait sway her hips just a little bit more provocatively.  Sam followed her every step and his eyes bore into hers as his wife stood there dressed like a wanton siren testing his resolve.  Intoxicated by his adorable angel, he reached out his hand and slowly ran it along the scalloped edge of the sexy body suit she wore. The touch of his fingers was nearly too much for Caitriona to bear especially when they lingered where her breasts were encased in the corset. Her breathing became a little ragged and her chest began to heave up and down as her husband’s touch to her skin sent shock waves to her nervous system.

Sam’s darkened eyes pierced his love’s gaze as he raised the telltale finger to her lip.

Seductively she bit it then nonchalantly kissed his finger while her eyes held her husband’s spellbound.  Likewise Cait too couldn’t keep her hands to herself either and she slid them down across Sam’s chest and felt the thumping of his accelerated heartbeats. Her delicate fingertips then strayed to her man’s harden nipples remaining there until shivers of desire coursed through his torso.  Lazily her fingers travelled down to Sam’s belly button circling the sensitive area delicately before trailing down to where she knew her husband was sexually stimulated. Teasingly she raised her eyes before continuing with her torturous contact.  As she touched him intimately, Sam’s aroused body bucked up in desire in response to her caress.

Smiling at her husband’s reaction to her intimate touch, Caitriona bent her head lightly kissing his sensitive nipples with her soft lips. Sam moaned in ecstasy as his love’s contact turned him inside out and sent him into a tailspin of longing. Cait captured the guttural groan that escaped from his lips and fused it with her own keening purr as she kissed her man passionately.

Pulling her closer to his body she felt Sam’s growing arousal become more prominent as he enfolded her in his arms while softly rubbing his groin against her as they kissed. Caitriona moaned as her love brushed aside her hair and lathed kisses against her throat tasting the texture of her skin. Her breathing was becoming more erratic the more potent Sam’s kissed became across her skin. The slide of his tongue down her neck was so stimulating the Cait was unsure if she was doing the seducing or if her husband had turned the tables on her.

His pupils were severely dilated with arousal, but so too were hers.  But tonight was her turn at seduction, so Caitriona reached up and encircled Sam’s head before speaking huskily against the whorl of his ear.  

“Bedroom … Lift up … I need to …”

Her raspy instructions had his heart palpating at a greater rate.  Placing his hands under her backside Sam complied and lifting his beautiful Cait into his arms, he cradled her body against him like he had cradled their child. Nestling her head into the hollow of his shoulder, Caitriona sighed softly as her husband carried her from the ensuite bathroom back into their bedroom and what he thought, back to bed. 

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Lowering his wife down beside their bed, Sam was more than ready for what might ensue but Caitriona spoke before he could act on his instincts.

“Wait here honey I need to get something.”

He was a little perplexed by her words as he thought that they would fall into bed and make love, but obviously his intriguing wife had other ideas.

“Oh, o-kay. I’ll just sit on the bed until you come back then.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Leaning forward, Caitriona brushed her lips against his and resting her hand on Sam’s chest she could feel his heart beating in rhythm with her own. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere will you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Whatever you are up to Cait, I can’t wait to see.”

Sam watched as his seductive wife made a bee line for their closet.  Wondering whatever she was doing in there he didn’t have to wait long until she re-appeared carrying part of his Santa suit from last year, and wearing a little more than just the corset bodysuit she had on previously.  

“Here you can put this on Sam, so you don’t get cold.”

“I can guarantee you darling that I am far from cold. On the contrary, but I’ll put it on just for you.”

Donning his Santa jacket which came down to his thighs, Sam pulled off his towel underneath and placed his Santa hat on his now dry hair then sat on the bed waiting for whatever his alluring temptress had in mind.

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Caitriona, the wee vixen, had changed into a provocative, little Santa dress and Sam surreptitiously hoped that her sexy Santa corset that had caused his pulse to race in the bathroom was also hidden beneath. He’d been looking forward to untying the laces and seeing it fall from her body but if that was not the case, then so be it.  Caitriona looked super hot in this new outfit and his temperature was certainly rising He loved this woman so much and with tonight’s surprise she had certainly set the mood with one outfit and this second one was having the desired effect on his sanity as well.  This little Santa Baby outfit had him practically salivating at how gorgeous she looked and he took pleasure in how much his wife was turning him on and inside out this evening.

The dress was belted at her waist accentuating her trim figure with her long limbed arms encased in fur trimmed fingerless gloves and on top of her head she wore a Santa hat with a white pompom. Caitriona looked so damn adorable that Sam was rooted to where he sat as he watched his wife shimmy over to their bed. With a cheeky glance at her husband she twirled in front of him causing Sam to stare up at the mother of his child who was tonight a Christmas present that was crying out to be unwrapped.

“Do you like Sam?”

“I do … very much you wicked woman. Are you trying to kill me babe?”

“No honey … just push your buttons a little bit.”

“You’re succeeding on that score my love. I’m a blithering mess sitting here.  I could ravish you into tomorrow in that getup Cait.”

“Perhaps later ...” she teased, “but in the meantime, this Santa Honey is going to perform for you and you are going to help her.”  

Sam’s eyes were fixated on the woman he adored as Caitriona raised one of her gloved hands and playfully began to remove it from her arm all the while teasing him with her routine. When the glove was partially removed she held her hand out to her husband to finish the job. No words were necessary; her body language said all that needed to be said. He took his love’s hand in his and raised it to his lips. Sam’s eyes were scorching her soul. Caitriona’s breath hitched as her husband’s teeth caught hold of the material and slowly pulled the glove inch by inch down and off her arm as his eyes captured hers in a searing stare.  

Once revealed, he raised her wrist to his lips. His eyes were burning with lust for his wife, but so too were hers.  Eyes sparkling with smoldering mischief, Cait pressed her wrist to his lips. Sam’s moist tongue slid out of his mouth and daubed her delicate skin there in slow, circular movements. Caitriona closed her eyes in bliss as her husband’s warm lips trailed down the inside of her arm, kissing a path to her elbow where he erotically positioned his warm mouth. Then in the next moment, she felt the slide of her love’s tongue lathing her skin with kisses that had her reeling in sensual bliss.  The eroticism of Sam’s talented tongue always had her writhing to a touch that thrilled her to her core.  A breathy sigh escaped from Cait’s lips as her body reacted to his caress.

“Do you like that babe?” was his teasing question.

Her knees suddenly felt weak and Caitriona began to buckle a little under her man’s onslaught. “I do … You know I do.”

A blue, searing gaze searched his wife’s face knowing that this was just the beginning. Sam took her other hand and just as erotically removed the other glove from her arm.  He felt Cait’s pulse racing against his lips this time, then he danced a trail of kisses up her arm to her shoulder blade anointing her sensitive skin there with warm caresses. Her breathing was raspy, her pupils were enlarged and Caitriona quivered uncontrollably at her husband’s ministrations. Sam’s heated gaze was tearing her apart and she had only just begun her performance.  It was not supposed to be that way; it was she who was to be in control this time.

Eventually gathering her wits about her, Cait took a step back before she capitulated completely and fell onto the bed and into his arms.  

“No honey … there’s more,” she breathlessly whispered.

The sight of his beautiful wife struggling with her control had the blood pounding in Sam’s veins. Naked under his Santa coat he had the distinct feeling that he would not last the distance if Caitriona’s first part of her striptease was anything to go on for his body was already reacting to her rendition of Santa Baby. He was always conscious of his desire for her and this was going to be a performance to relish.  Breathing deeply Sam took in some much needed oxygen and waited to see what his alluring wife would do next.

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Caitriona began to execute the start of a sexy routine that would have her husband salivating at the mouth.  She sashayed in front of him as she toyed with him like a fish on a line. Gyrating her hips to and fro, she teasingly moved towards him sitting there on their bed before provocatively turning and wriggling her little tush in his face in retreat. Sam was mesmerised by her performance but she was far from finished. Caitriona turned and with a come-hither look glanced over her shoulder. Turning around once more she ran her hands seductively over her curves and across her chest.

“Jesus Cait! You’re fucking sexy as hell. Continue babe.”

An aroused, wry smile laced Sam’s lips as his adorable wife once more shimmied in front of him holding out the circular dress and twirling around this way and that revealing her super long sexy legs that he adored.  She provocatively leaned forward from her waist giving her husband a view of her breasts encased in the topless dress but which were now heaving with the rhythm of her erratic breathing. Cait gave her lover a wicked smile as she showed him the fullness of her flesh spilling out from her Santa costume.  

Sam was mesmerized by her playful but sexy performance and he was finding it quite difficult to sit still on the bed and just watch.  He now realised how Caitriona had felt last year as he had disrobed and now that the tables were reversed he knew that all he needed to do was savour the moment and take it all in. This woman had not long ago given birth to their beautiful daughter and here she was nearly back to her lithe figure with a few exceptions.  Her breasts were more voluptuous than before now that she was breastfeeding and he had always loved her awesome breasts, but he adored them more at present because they were nourishment for their child. Motherhood had changed his Cait but she was as sexy as hell in that get-up and her more womanly figure was painfully beautiful.  She turned him on something fierce and at this moment, here she was performing for him and his libido was going through the roof.

“Cai-tri-onia my love … you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you babe. Now sit there and don’t move.”

“I couldn’t get up even if I wanted to. You are bewitching me my siren. Always have. Always will.”

Cait’s gaze pierced his soul as her eyes caressed her distressed husband slowly but surely coming apart at the seams.  Her hands undid the belt around her waist and dangling it from her fingertips she seductively walked in the direction of the bed. Moving forward and stepping closer towards her man, Caitriona stood between Sam’s open legs. Her hands edged up to his shoulders and she placed the belt around his neck propelling him towards her waiting body.  Sam felt Cait’s gaze penetrate his senses and he let out a mournful groan. He badly needed to breathe or he would expire waiting to see what her intentions were. Holding her husband’s gaze she pulled him closer and closer until her lips were a mere whisper from his then capturing Sam’s face in both of her hands Caitriona looked deeply into his eyes. No words were needed; they had an inexpressible nonverbal language all their own. Sam licked his lips in anticipation for the kiss he knew was forthcoming.

Then she kissed him.

Sliding her hands into her husband’s hair Cait dislodged the Santa hat from his head and it fell onto the floor. She kissed along his jaw; exposed throat and nibbled his ear lobe.  Sam’s senses were reeling and in return, his arms went automatically to his love’s thighs and ran his hands up and under her dress until he felt the edge of her lace panties. Massaging her tender thighs he slid his fingertips back and forth over the lace nearing her entrance but retreating at the last moment, tormenting her senses to breaking point. He felt Caitriona’s muscles tighten and flinch at his touch as his magic hands came closer to giving her the intense pressure and pleasure that she craved. She ached for his intimate touch and he wanted her desperately but knew that his beautiful wife hadn’t finished torturing him with her performance yet. Suckling her lips Sam ran his teeth over them with light stinging nips before he deepened the kiss wanting very much to draw her back towards their bed. He leaned back a little but Caitriona drew away and stepped out of his arms.

“No, not yet Sam. Undress me.”

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Drawing her love to his feet Cait took his hands and brought them to her chest where several buttons ran down the middle of her dress. His sublime hands cupped her swollen breasts touching them gently through the material of her outfit. Caitriona leaned in to Sam’s naked chest now revealed under his Santa jacket and inhaled the scent of his body after his shower. She could smell the scent of man … all man … her man.  Her actions pulled him more and more under her spell, and leaning forward Sam kissed her chest through the fine material of her Santa dress.  Never taking his eyes from his beloved’s he then nimbly inserted his fingers into the buttonholes slowly releasing each button until one by one they popped and the material fell away from Cait’s chest to reveal her smooth velvet skin. Sam watched transfixed by his wife’s ethereal beauty as her freed breasts rose and fell heaving in tandem with her growing sexual arousal.

Their eyes held when Sam inserted his hands into the opening and tenderly stroked over her swollen mounds before teasing her pebbled nipples. Caitriona groaned as her husband’s touch made her groin tingle in awareness of his potent touch. Sam too was beginning to ache with longing to connect with this wonderful woman who was his life partner and the mother of his child. Lowering his mouth to her chest he kissed her breasts with such reverence that it nearly sent Cait reeling. Slender hands held her beloved’s head to her chest and Caitriona tilted her head back in supplication sighing.

Overcome with uncontrolled passion, her raspy voice managed to utter his name.

“S-am.”

His hands fumbled for the zipper concealed at the waist and quick as a flash his fingers had opened the fastening. Then ever so gently Sam eased the material away from his wife’s delectable body sliding it down over her waist until of its own volition the Santa dress fell to the floor. Red and white material pooled at her feet as she stood there semi naked.

Although Caitriona was not wearing the sexy corset, she was wearing some uber sexy, minuscule scrap of gossamer thin, red lace underwear that boggled his mind.  The high cut of her panties revealed the lithe length of her legs … her long, lean legs that wrapped around his body so well.  Enamoured with the sight of his wife in her underwear, Sam kissed her. Trailing moist caresses down Cait’s throat he lingered on her breast while his hands gently cupped her and his mouth worked its magic.  

His lips caressed her silky skin lingering on her stomach which he had kissed a million times when she was pregnant with their baby daughter and cupped her belly remembering the beautiful life that had grown inside her. Caitriona held her husband’s head to her abdomen suddenly overcome with emotions that made her heart sing. She had lost count of how many times had he said “Hello Baby” and “I love you and I can’t wait to meet you,” to her growing baby bump.  Just the overwhelming unconditional love that resonated from her husband when she was pregnant was everything.

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Caitriona thankfully welcomed the intimate feel of skin to skin as Sam completely shrugged off the Santa jacket until he too was as naked as the day he was born. He was also tremendously aroused.  Bowing his head, he wrapped his arms around his alluring love’s trembling body rubbing his body against hers.  Torso to torso her husband sensually pressed his weight against her as he stroked his fingertips along and over her highly sensitised body.

“Ahhhh … S-amm …,” Cait whimpered, her head rolling backwards to reveal the glorious length of her neck.

With his lips just hovering over hers, Sam gently fanned his warm breath across Caitriona’s mouth.   His actions tormented her so and she sighed in need.  Daubing his love’s skin with hot, moist kisses, his tongue finally caressed the column of her throat as Sam inched his way towards her ear.  Swirling his tongue around the whorls, Cait felt her body crumble in sheer elation as she also felt the staccato hammering of her husband’s heart beats accelerating in passion.  

Opening her eyes, she lovingly touched Sam’s face capturing his gaze once more.  He slid his splayed hands up into her glorious hair cupping his wife’s head urging her closer, then with his fingers entwined in Caitriona’s luxurious tresses Sam brought her mouth flush to his own.  Locking on his lips in abandonment, Cait was lost to the moment and lost to the man in whose arms she always found her home.

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Sliding further down her body he kissed his wife’s thigh were Caitriona’s panties rested on her skin before placing his hand over the lace and cupping the heat of her groin feeling her unsolicited quiver at his touch. At her husband’s contact, warmth spread straight to the region where his hand rested and Cait trembled as riotous sensations coursed through her body.  She moaned, but still Sam’s gentle touch ignited the flames of desire. She could do nothing but enjoy the moment.  They kissed as he traced his hands back down her thigh, then lifting his temptress in his arms; he lavished potent kisses to her mouth.

Weaving her hands into his hair, Caitriona held her husband tightly to her as they kissed wildly and passionately. Sam walked her backwards and then, when they fell to the bed, he rolled his love beneath him.  Piercing blue eyes bore into her gaze totally captivated by his beloved’s innate beauty.

As their gazes held, Sam’s fingertips slowly ventured to the juncture of her legs while his hand moved up her quivering inner leg.  He groaned in the bliss of his beloved’s reaction to his touch and erotically stroked the delicate lace covering her groin.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, whimpering against him, as his dextrous fingers again sought the heat of her hidden treasure.

Sublime feelings of desire filled Cait.  Her man continued to stroke her backwards and forwards and he quickly felt her moistness on his digits while the friction of his fingertips across the red silk was painfully stimulating. Hovering his fingers near her entrance, Sam waited for Caitriona’s affirmation to continue before stroking her curls under her sheer knickers and placing them into her warm, wet entrance.

“Yes. Sam…. touch me, “she panted breathlessly.

Given her permission, his fingers began their entry and she was lost to the sensation of her husband’s touch. As Sam’s deft fingers entered her, the slick walls of her body welcomed him home and he could feel Cait pulsating with need and abandonment. Her body bucked against her love’s hand while his fingers ran deeper into her depths. Sam loved the way his angel unravelled whenever he stroked her intimately like this and shivering with delight Caitriona clenched her thighs against his marauding hands, enfolding him closer to her depths.

Cait’s keening moans, echoed in the room as her husband’s talented thumb found her extremely sensitive bud; he rubbed it lightly, teasing her playfully. Highly stimulated she quivered, grinding her hips desperately against his hand. She was whimpering, her thought process nonexistent. Caitriona barely remembered to breathe.  

Her sensation was Sam’s sensation.

Her desire … his desire.

Her pleasure … his pleasure.

Increasing the rhythm of his touch, Cait held on tightly to her man’s questing fingers. She moaned, aching in desire as wave after wave of explosions shot through her making her ground her hips wantonly against his hand begging for more of the same.  Sam kissed down his wife’s breastbone and lathed her stomach with his tongue as he bombarded Caitriona with sensual overload. Her mind had long ago shut down, but her senses felt every minute touch. Sam’s feather-light but urgent touches to her centre were vibrating through her being as he worked his magic. Unconsciously Cait writhed wet with wanting for her husband doing the most wonderful and erotic things to her body.

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As Caitriona raised her torso from the bed, Sam’s hands reached for the sheer material of her panties and he inserted his fingers into the silky fabric. Ever so gently he slowly removed the scrap of lace she wore.  He eased them down her legs, over her feet and away from her body, balling her knickers into his hand and bringing them to his nostrils to inhale her unique essence. Then placing his fingertips to his mouth, Sam suckled her taste from off of his fingers. Caitriona watched her husband as he closed his eyes and ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip savouring her ambrosia before giving his wife a piercing look.

"You taste wonderful my love,” he huskily whispered, focusing deeply into her eyes.

“This is sheer torture Sam,” she sighed in reply.

With an enigmatic smile, he placed his fingers to her tempting lips. Caitriona could not resist taking them into her mouth and licking them too. Her breath was shallow and laboured, her chest heaving, her eyes dilated like a nocturnal animal. She instinctively moved her hips toward her love again, wishing he were closer … wishing he was very close.

“Lean back, relax my darling,” Sam uttered as his hands spread her legs and his head disappeared between them. The muscles of his arms tensed as he pulled Caitriona against him, to his waiting, skilled mouth.

 Christmas Morning...

 Sam lay on his side, taking inventory of the slender curves and enticing body of his beautiful wife lying beside him still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his Cait, memorizing every delicious contour of her warm body in quiet slumber. He was not surprised that she slept so soundly for they had exhausted themselves last night, but it was a blissful exhaustion. Last night had been something else. If Sam thought that last Christmas Eve was the best day of his life then he was sadly mistaken.  The love of his life, the mother of his sweet baby daughter had turned the tables on his performance with a routine for the senses. Caitriona Heughan was a sex bomb. She was incredible and he loved her beyond measure. Turning the tables had never been so good and if this was to be a recurring event every Christmas Eve, then he was a very happy man. Playing at being Santa Baby had been an experience to treasure.  All he could think of was Thank you Eartha Kitt and Thank you Michael Buble for the Christmas song they had made their own.

Glancing again at the reclining warm body next to his, Sam languorously traced Caitriona’s curves with his hands, while his eyes caressed her delicate features. He loved this woman so much. He loved everything about her but more than ever he loved the wanton bombshell she’d been last night.  Sam rolled over and leaning into her body inhaled his wife’s special scent. Pressing his lips lightly to her neck he kissed the love of his life while also stroking his fingertips along her arm.

Cait stirred and automatically snuggled closer to the warmth of her husband.

“Sam?”

The throaty, soft timbre of her voice was nearly his undoing. Sam felt the stirrings in him intensify for she never failed to cause a reaction to his traitorous body. His restraint was stoic but he had no control over his body whenever they were together in bed.

“Yes … my love?” he replied in a hushed voice. Still incoherent with sleep, Caitriona half opened her sleepy eyes but closed them again as the dawn rays filtered into them temporarily blinding her vision.

“Sam?”

Her long lashes fluttered once more as she tried to focus on the man whose voice was calling to her. Gently he kissed her forehead and Cait pressed her hips to his intimately even in her repose.  “Cai-tri-ona.” She partially opened her eyes and Sam watched his wife intensely as he saw a glimmer of exquisite blue iris steal a look at him beneath her heavy lids. Finally recognition dawned and opening her eyes, Cait peered into the fathomless orbs of the man she loved ... her baby’s daddy.  She smiled; her eyes lingering on her husband’s beckoning mouth and the tongue tip just cheekily peeking through his lips.

Sam kissed his very dishevelled wife as his hands gently stroked her face and Caitriona nestled her head on his shoulder. “Merry Christmas my love.”

Raising her hand to her husband’s face Caitriona traced her fingertips along his powerful jaw feeling the bristly stubble on his chin. Although it tickled her fingers’ pads Cait still cupped Sam’s jaw in her hand and he rubbed it up and down her palm. Overcome with the sensation of the rough hairs pressed into her hand, she mewed happily. Her skin felt warm from the markings from his early morning stubble too, but she didn’t care, she loved it when Sam marked her as his own.

“Merry Christmas darling,” Caitriona replied tenderly.  Her hand reached for his, lovingly interlacing her fingers with his and she squeezed them gently.

“You know last year when you asked me to be your Santa Baby, I didn’t realise how unforgettable it would be, but this year when you turned the tables … well it was incredible. I have no words but that you were perfection. Thank you babe.”

“Ahhh, thank you hon. It was my pleasure but I think the thanks go to you my love. I’ve had the best sleep ever.  I guess all that play acting had many benefits … not to mention other things.”

Sam laughed at her veiled innuendo. “Well then, gotta love Christmas Eve in the Heughan house. Last night was epic.  You’re amazing Cait. I adore you.”

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The sound of their baby daughter wakening with a hungry cry was all they needed to be brought back to the reality of being parents.  They smiled at each other both with similar thoughts coursing through their minds. They didn’t know what love was until they had met their daughter.

Sam suddenly became quite reflective. “Caitriona?”

“What is it hon?”

He held Cait’s gaze with a look that penetrated right to her soul. “When we had our baby I felt more in love with you than I’d ever been in my entire life.  I thought I could never love anything as much as I love you, but as soon as I looked into our baby girl’s eyes I knew in that exact moment, I would love and protect her always.”

Raising his hand to her lips Caitriona placed a tender kiss to his knuckles.  “I can’t tell you how much I love you Sam for we are truly blessed.”

Sam looked adoringly at his beautiful wife, the love of his life. They smiled at each other as another little wail coming from Isla’s crib suddenly penetrated their bedroom once more.  Their foreheads touched and they both smiled in happiness.

“Well I guess that’s my cue to get up.”

“No honey, we’ll both get her and we can wish our baby a Merry Christmas.  After all, it’s Christmas Day and this is a special first Christmas for Isla and for us too.  After you feed her let’s go and see if Santa has left us and Eddie any presents.”

“Yes let’s.”

Sam and Caitriona Heughan tenderly kissed each other then both rose from their bed to attend to their beloved daughter on this wonderful Christmas morning.

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