#also yes she has shirt AND sock garters

[1800duckhotline]

I should probably put this here in the meantime. Girl who also is a boyfriend

[sinnabum45]

Narumitsu sketches 😳

Links to help Palestine and other resources! 🇵🇸

[Plain text: Links to help Palestine and other resources! (Palestine flag). End plain text.]

[Image description: Colored digital sketch of Miles and Phoenix. Miles is wearing an orange maid dress with a while frilly apron and knee high socks with garter belts. He’s embarrassed and trying to pull the apron down. Miles, “W-Why is it so short?!” Middle image: Phoenix: ”Just say it one time—“ Miles, angry, “NO.” Right image: Miles’ body is facing away and he is looking back towards the viewer. He is blushing. Bottom image: Phoenix is sitting and drawn like a chibi. He’s excited and clapping his hands with a heart in his mouth, “YAY!” End description.]

[Image description: Colored digital art of Miles and Phoenix. Phoenix is wearing a blue shirt with gray sweatpants. He is scratching under his shirt and the back of his head. Phoenix looks tired and has a stubble. Miles is wearing pink silk pajamas and holding a tea cup and plate. He has his glasses on and bed hair. Trucy is off-screen and says, “Are you guys watching??” Phoenix: “Yes, honey. We’re watching…” Text on top left: 8:32AM. End description.]

Maid dress Miles cuz I saw that one official manga with him wearing it 😳🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ Phoenix is very happy UwU

Also, Phoenix is also happy to watch Trucy, he's just tired. He loves seeing Trucy show off her new tricks/ routines 🥺 I love the idea of Trucy waking her dads up to show off her magic tricks tho- she's just so excited!

[sempsimps]

Misa Amane x fem reader bodyguard

Can't believe I'm only writing about her now. I just got the full black edition manga of Death Note, and I got really sad at the end. I also got the box set of the anime. It was so much different from her ending. so I'm finally writing something. I was going to do this during Pride Month, but I'm a little late to the party, never mind, let's get to the fic

I hated this feeling.

The feeling eats away at me every time I look at her.

I'm hopelessly in love, but she can't even talk about me.

Me and Misa were out shopping in the main city stores. I was her most trusted bodyguard since I was a girl. I held all her bags diligently and carefully. some expensive brands in every other bag, and it made me nervous at how much money she had sometimes, it was nice not hearing her constantly talk about him for once, but I spoke too soon.

"I would of asked Light and Ryuzaki to come with us so It could be a double date because come on let's be real, Ryuzaki totally has a thing for you, and I can spend some time with my precious boyfriend. But they said they had a major discovery in the Kira case and told me to go away"

Ew, I don't even like Ryuzaki ever since he literally kidnapped Misa and straight up smelt her like a rabid dog. I didn't have a good impression from the start. "Boyfriend." Yeah, right, light doesn't even acknowledge her, let alone want to date her. now look! she pouted how adorable. light couldn't see how truly beautiful she was, like a god of death. I could be a better boyfriend. I sighed, looking at Misa with a dopey grin. Her fashion was always on point and suited her. like today, a simple black skirt, long-sleeved shirt that was slightly see-through, black and white thigh-high socks, shin-high black boots giving a little height over me, and a crop denim jacket, with no arms, it looked so edgy and right in the trends right now, it's perfect on her she even had her hair down framing her clear skin and pretty brown eyes, I could get lost in them as they sparkle like topaz. I was standing in the middle of the shopping centre just staring at Misa, and she turned around, noticing my sudden disappearance from her side.

"Hey, are you okay weirdo? You're kinda just staring"

"O-oh yeah, I'm okay, misa just admiring youu-'re outfit! it's lovely today"

"Oh, I know right! Thank you for telling me, light didn't even say I looked cute today hmf"

'Saved that so well.' I smiled with a little wobble and a blushing face, my hold on the paper bag in my hand tightening as I adjusted the suit tie the bag made a soft crinkle in protest, as I caught up to her.

"Are there any more places you want to go?"

"Yes, actually, I heard about this super cute cafe in here. They put little stuffed animals on your table depending on how you look or how the waiter sees you. We have to go there, and I could use a latte"

"Yeah, sounds super adorable. I could use a cup of tea"

I smiled at her, and she giddily pulled out her phone to try and find the cafe quickly typing with her black nails and turning around excitedly, her skirt spinning with her, it lifted slightly and I saw. 'Oh my god, she has garters on - look away, look away, look AWAY!' I turned my head away quickly before Misa approached me.

"It's this way, let's go!"

She hooked her arm around mine and phone in her other hand as she quickly dragged me along to our destination, my face heating up once more at her actions 'She's so cute'.

"I bet light will love this place. we should bring the boys along. I bet they'd give Light a cute dog plushie and maybe Ryuzaki a smelly rat bleh"

She stuck her tongue out at the thought of a rat, and I couldn't help but laugh and agree with her. We soon got to the place and found a table sitting down. I placed all the bags I was holding under the table and to our side, and the blonde went into one of them, pulling out a little box.

"I got this cute ring I hope light likes it"

Light, Light, Light, Light, Light! I'm sick of hearing about him. I actually wished he was Kira sometimes so he could be away from her kind heart, but I know that would only motivate Misa more, seeing as Kira killed her parent's murderer.... she never did get time to mourn....

"Hey bestie Look isn't this cute"

I snapped out of my thoughts with a stab in my heart 'bestie'. Misa pushed her hand forward, showing me her new jewellery. It was a slim black band around her ring finger with painted skulls along it, I softly smiled. It looked fabulous.

"I'm sure Light will like it. It looks amazing, so well made too"

"Aahhh you really think so?"

"I know so"

The slow poison in my chest grew at every mention of Light, and soon, I was thankfully directed out of the silent resentment by a kind waitress who asked for our orders. I got a simple early grey tea and Misa ordered a caramel latte with extra cream, and the kind lady walked away with our order and into a back room.

"Anywhere else after this? my fair lady, hehe."

"Oh, don't be so formal, you nerd, no wonder Ryuzaki likes you, but I think I'm done here unless you'd like to get something?"

"Oh me? No, I'm okay. I'll even pay for our drinks if you want?"

"Awww how sweet of you'd really do that for little old me?"

"Of course we are friends"

'Oh god, that stung to say'. The waiter came back, placing our drinks down, and on the drink trays were small plushies. I couldn't help but grin brightly at Misa as she slowly picked up her adorable stuffed animal, it was a little bat with magnets in the wings so it could wrap around the body, and it even had a small red bow around one of the large ears. I was so focused on the girl in front of me gently holding the bat by the wings, making it swing back and forth, I didn't even see what one I got. I quickly looked down to see my own small soft toy, it was a calico cat with buttons for eyes, it lay on its stomach, I picked it up its paws had velvet beans, and had small bits of plastic in them to make it slightly weighted. I held it in my hands with awe it was surprisingly an accurate description of me. it almost looked sad.

"Swapsies, I wanna see yours!"

Misa picked up the toy from my hands, and she gave me hers she gave a little squeal, saying how cute it looked, and I laughed. Looking at her bat, I noticed it had plastic red eyes with bits of glitter shining in it 'Just as unique as her' A hand took away the soft toy again.

"Oh, I bet I could..... aha, look how cute!"

Misa wrapped the bat's wings around the cat in a sort of hug, and the magnets clicked in place to stay around it.

"Awww it's like their friends"

"Nah I bet they're dating"

"Oh yeah? Whys that"

"I don't know, just have a feeling not everything has an answer, dummy"

She giggled at calling me a dummy and took a sip of her coffee, sighing content with the taste. I took this as my chance to drink my tea 'needs sugar wait I could try a pickup line'. I raised an eyebrow as I spoke, leaning an elbow on the table.

"My tea needs more sugar, mind getting in it?"

"Was that supposed to be smooth?"

"Yeah....."

I hung my head in defeat and sighed. I felt gentle fingers on my chin, lifting me up, and I looked at Misa, losing myself in her eyes before she spoke in a smug tone

"Bet I can give you a panic at the disco."

She held a sly smirk, and I felt my face get increasingly hot. 'oh she's way too pretty to be this good at pickup lines. I think I might die.'

"Oh geez, where did you get that from?"

"A magician never tells their secrets"

"I don't think that's connected?"

"You're so mean to me"

The pretty blonde pouted again and took another sip from her coffee, pulling out her phone to take a picture of the stuffed animals hugging before taking one of me as I drank my tea, giggling like a schoolgirl as I called her out on it. The date/ hang out was calm, and we chatted and I paid the bill, we slowly made our way back to the building, we were currently staying at before Misa got a call on her phone, and she excitedly exclaimed its light.

"Mhm okay perfect see ya soon, byeee~ love you. Light says we need to talk. I hope he finally says I'm his girlfriend!"

The girl got super giddy and even did a little jump in excitement before she returned to my side taking some of the bags from one arm.

"And light tells me Ryuzaki called for you~"

She bumped my hip, making me stubble she was convinced L liked me at this point, and I nervously fake laughed.

"Oh, he did, huh..."

"Uh huh~ you two would be so cute, like a nerdy couple you see in anime"

"Hm, yeah, I guess so"

We made our way back to the building and walked into the elevator, still holding all of Misa's shopping. I'm just glad we didn't get spotted by any fans maybe because she had her hair down 'I love her hair down'. She hummed a soft tune as we waited to go up to the top floor. As the doors opened, we both saw light and L in the room. Misa dropped all her bags and ran to light in a hug, which he didn't seem pleased about in the slightest. I picked up the bags, setting all of them next to the sofa, smoothing out my suit before feeling a tap on my shoulder it was L.

"Hello miss ... I need to speak with you. Follow me"

"Okay"

my tone was cold but not harsh I just felt upset, also ew, he touched me. I followed the emo rat out of the room, but not before I got one last glance at Misa kissing Light's cheek.

It hurts to know that

You will never look at me

The way I look at you

omg finally I wrote for her and I don't like the ending and I feel like I rushed it but it's fine, it fine just gives me an excuse to write some more of this fucking queen. but I struggle writing women so I hope this is okay

[keijoikawa]

☃️🧥 for da ask game please <3

kaikai !! haiii is so gud 2 c u !! how is dan feng n' yingxing's wifey doin 2day ?! i hope u is all well ♡

have you and f/o ever made a snowman? how did it turn out?

aletio... ♡ with veritas.. ?! of course it went well... this man took it sososo serious !! we had a lil snow sculpture in the garden for weeks !! whenever we had guests over they were in awe :c like yes yes... my husband couldn't just make a normal lil snowman !!

wriolexi... ♡ on the other hand with wriothesley...? oh brother .. it failed soooo bad... i made fun of it for ages c: n' because we kinda messed it up we ended up makin snow angels instead !! much more fun until he wanted to kiss in the snow... we got so wet n' cold... :c

do you ever steal your f/os clothes? what about your f/o, do they ever steal yours? (or are clothes willingly shared?)

with all of thems i am prone to stealing clothes !! >///< especially things like their dress shirts... is not uncommon for them to come home to me only in their buttoned up dress shirts n' panties n' knee socks > < is so comfy !! n' it feels cute... but sometimes i steal specific things from each !! like veritas' gloves, diluc's coat, topaz's garter... hehe, why not ? they make my outfits better !!

nobody usually steals from me - not even topaz but she might steal my jewellery when we go on date nights !! but i have coaxed both aventurine n' wriothesley into wearing my skirts before :3 uuuu that was a sight... i don't think it's stealin but in the autumn n' winter i always wrap my scarf around sunday's neck in the mornings before he leaves for meetings n' other political business things that go straight over my head :c so that he has a piece of me n' he's also warm !!

[alstroemeriadissonance]

When it's that time of the month ~ Vyn continuation (NSFW)

This is the continuation of where Vyn's entry here left off.

This has been percolating in the back of my brain for some time--I have to write this out so I can finally move on to some more asks and other stuff

WARNING: NSFW and yes, period sex. Don't click if squicked out.

Rosa, lying helplessly on her bed now covered with bath towels, could only look on as Dr. Vyn Richter started to remove his clothes, one by one, in front of her.

He shrugged off his white lab coat, draping it over a nearby chair.

Then came off the sleeve garters. Then the necktie.

Then the waistcoat, the shirt, belts, pants, everything including his timepieces and socks. Each and every article of clothing folded and piled onto the chair.

Except for his glasses. Those stayed on, framing his predatory golden eyes.

Vyn, now completely naked, stretched and cracked the joints of his fingers, as if readying his hands for a particularly strenuous activity.

“Do you not know?” A smile danced on his lips, contrasting with the slightly devious glint in his eyes. “Releasing endorphins through orgasm is one of the best ways to cope with menstrual cramps.”

He sauntered towards her, never breaking eye contact.

“Shall we begin the operation?”

"Um, Vyn..." Rosa stammered, her shock on the turn of events momentarily allowing her to forget about the ache flooding her lower abdomen. "Are you--are you serious about this?"

"Have I ever made light of anything when it comes to you, Rosa?"

He's serious. He's definitely serious.

"For god's sake Vyn, I'm bleeding!"

"I do not see the problem? That is why I have covered your bed with your thickest bath towels." Vyn sat on the bed beside her, a hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "If somehow your bleeding proves to be heavy enough to soak through the towel, I can help you with changing your sheets."

"That's not the point!" Rosa was almost panicking. "I'm--!"

Vyn patiently waited for her to articulate what she was trying to say.

"The blood is...it's unsanitary!" Rosa's face bloomed red in an embarrassed flush. "Why am I being subjected to this..."

Vyn smiled gently at her, tousling her hair as he said in his soothing tones, "Ssh. You have no reason to be embarrassed about such a natural bodily function. Especially since you are talking with a medical doctor at the moment."

Conveniently leaving out the detail that the said medical doctor was sitting on the bed in full nudity, save for his glasses.

"Also, the misconception that menstrual blood is unsanitary--" Vyn tsked lightly. "While yes, it does contain mucous lining, among other things, it is no different from than the blood in your veins. I am rather disappointed hearing this remark from someone who undergoes the menstrual cycle." Vyn spoke as if he was lightly scolding a student.

"I...I can't believe I'm receiving health education," Rosa mumbled, face in hands, totally defeated. "From a doctor. Who is naked in front of me right now."

"You needed a refresher, it seems." Vyn grinned. "Regardless of the state of undress." He took one of her hands and planted a soft, moist kiss into her palm. "Could you trust me on this, Rosa?"

She sighed. The pain in her abdomen was once again overriding her senses; it was slowly becoming unbearable once again despite the paracetamol that Vyn had her take earlier.

"Fine, Vyn...you win. I'm in your capable hands."

Having received her agreement, Vyn proceeded to help her out of her clothes, leaving her with only panties on.

Rosa, despite their discussion earlier, still felt apprehensive about taking off her underwear and losing the comfort of having a sanitary napkin catch her blood flow.

"Ready, Rosa?" Vyn's thumbs were riding the garter of her pink panties. "I'll take this off now."

"...okay."

He effortlessly slipped the panties off her legs, along with the sanitary pad attached to it. Vyn excused himself briefly to dispose of the bloodied pad in the nearby trash can, and tossed the panties in the laundry basket placed in her bathroom.

Vyn returned to the bedroom with Rosa pressing her thighs together, as if trying to stop herself from bleeding all over the sheets. An unmistakable look of discomfort clouded her face.

"Excuse me," murmured Vyn as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself on a seated position with his back resting against the headboard.

He patted the space in front of him. "Come, sit here." He motioned for her to sit directly in front of him between his thighs, her back flush against his body.

"Like this?" Rosa asked as she shimmied into the spot in front of him.

"Mhm," he murmured as he enveloped her his arms, nuzzling her neck with his cool lips. "First, let us distract you from the pain a little." Vyn's fingertips touched Rosa's chin to guide her lips to his.

The kiss was chaste at first, until Vyn's tongue slipped inside, entwining with Rosa's in a deep and torrid kiss. The sounds of their wet kissing intermingled with the occasional moans from both of them.

Vyn let his palms lightly brush against the tips of her nipples, teasing them to full hardness and making Rosa moan despite the pain she was experiencing in her abdomen.

He observed her breathing becoming shallower, her face taking on the telltale pink color of arousal. Vyn proceeded to gently pinch her nipples, eliciting more erotic sensations in Rosa for good measure.

She is ready.

Vyn, while observing Rosa's face for her reaction, let his hands slowly slide from her breasts, down across her stomach, eventually settling on her crotch.

His fingertips touched the blood-smeared mound in between her thighs.

Rosa bit her lip and averted her eyes, still embarrassed.

"Ssh. Do not be too self-conscious--relax," he whispered to her ear. "Look at what I am doing."

Rosa blinked at him. "Huh?"

"Not at my face, my pet," Vyn said, his voice low and sultry. "Look at what my hand is doing to your sex."

His fingertips, now streaked with blood, started strumming along the length of her slit. Vyn slipped in two fingers inside, thrusting into her gently as his thumb worked on her clit.

He did this in a leisurely pace, making it a point to show Rosa what he was doing to her. "See?" Vyn pulled out his fingers, and showed his bloodied hand to Rosa, his fingers coated with a glistening layer of bright red blood flecked with lines of dark red.

"It is just blood. Nothing to be ashamed about. Do you understand?"

Rosa nodded weakly.

"Good." With her initial reluctance out of the way, Vyn resumed strumming her clit with his bloodstained fingers; the fingers of his other hand fondling her nipple. "Let us continue."

Vyn let his lips nip at the tender part of her neck as he continued his ministrations, working Rosa towards the edge. When he felt her get close, he licked her ear, letting his tongue snake inside to tease her.

"Vyn," Rosa gasped, "I--I'm close..."

The feeling of imminent pleasure coiled in her lower abdomen, slowly edging out the pain that was plaguing her.

"I know," his breath was moist and hot against her ear. "Let go."

"A--ahh!" Rosa's back arched, throwing her head back and pressing it against Vyn's shoulder.

Vyn didn't let up his thrusting inside her even as she climaxed around his fingers. "Yes. Come undone for me. Come for me."

"Vyn..." Rosa slumped deeper into his arms as she came down from the precipice of her orgasm.

He felt her shudder and breathe deeply against his chest.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Mm." Rosa gathered her thoughts, slightly disoriented after climax. "I can still feel a bit of dull ache but...it's much, much better."

Vyn smiled. "Good." He planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Let us have you rest for a bit like this and then...let us go for another round."

This got Rosa's attention. "Again?"

"Yes."

"But..." Rosa moved her hips a little.

The movement caused her ass to rub against his erection, which Vyn had been trying to ignore the entire time so he could concentrate on Rosa's relief.

"Never mind that for now, my darling," Vyn laughed softly. "My focus is on treating you at the moment."

"But..!" Rosa looked up at him worriedly. "It's not fair..."

"Who said I am not going to take my share?" Vyn kissed her cheek. "It is but a matter of...delayed gratification."

"Okay."

And so they sat there quietly, Rosa ensconced in Vyn's arms, in comfortable silence.

"Ah," Rosa murmured after some time, breaking the silence. "I just felt some blood come out. Just saying."

"Never you mind for now. I will help with the laundry later."

"You are an angel, Vyn, you know?" Rosa said, in a fit of impulse. "And you are so good looking. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Hmm?"

Rosa moved a little so she could behold Vyn's face closely. Then she remembered, "Oh right. You do have your own fan club at university."

"I assure you I have nothing to do with that," Vyn said. "Why bring it up?"

"I just feel like I'm really lucky," Rosa smiled. "I'd throw myself at you right now, but I don't feel so sexy at the moment."

Vyn tightened his arms around her in response. "I am happy that you think so. Does this mean I have made considerable progress in possessing you?"

Rosa found the phrasing quite strange, but pushed the thought to the back of her mind. "I am already in your arms, naked, Vyn."

"True." Vyn gave Rosa's lower lip a slow, wet lick. "Shall we check if you are ready for the next?" He reached down and tentatively touched her clit. "Does it still ache from the orgasm earlier?"

"...I think it's fine now," Rosa murmured.

"Good." Vyn motioned for her to lie down on her back, over his thighs. He then supported her back with his unstained left hand, lifting her just enough so he could comfortably dip down to her lips for a languid kiss.

"I will be a bit rough this time," he whispered against Rosa's lips. "Do let me know if I am hurting you."

As they kissed Vyn started to rub his bloodstained hand, gently at first, against her bloodied, throbbing flesh, teasing it back into arousal. As he felt her swell in his hand, he slipped in two, then three fingers inside her.

"Ah!" Rosa moaned, biting her lip.

"Shall I stop?"

"No...no," she breathed out. "Go on."

Licking his own lips, Vyn started fucking Rosa with three fingers, in a strong and steady rhythm, driving into her hard enough to make her body rock on his lap. "How do you like that?" he whispered into her ear, his voice breathy and erotic.

"Ah damn, Vyn," Rosa moaned loudly. "I think I'm bleeding more..."

"You think?" he leered at her. "You actually are." He continued thrusting his fingers into her over and over, enjoying the sight of Rosa helpless on his lap, her breasts bouncing every time his fingers drove inside her.

True enough, the spot underneath her crotch was pooling with menstrual blood.

"Vyn, I...I want to come," Rosa moaned. "Please..."

"Touch yourself," Vyn commanded. "I just want to continue fucking you."

With a whimper, Rosa complied. Her hand crept to her clit, brushing against Vyn's fingers that were fucking her relentlessly.

Slowly she started rubbing herself with one hand, the other pinching the nipple of her left breast.

The extremely lewd sight of Rosa pleasuring herself on his lap prompted Vyn to pick up the pace of his thrusting. "Yes, good girl," he hissed. "Make yourself come."

"Hahh..." Rosa once again began to near the edge, waves of pleasure coiling in her abdomen, this time almost fully erasing the pain she had been suffering for the past day.

Then, with a loud high-pitched moan, Rosa once again lost herself in intense orgasm, the walls of her inner flesh spasming around Vyn's fingers that were still relentlessly fucking her senseless.

"Ahh, Vyn, stop," Rosa begged. "Too much..."

"Heh." The slight sadistic streak that overcame Vyn quickly dissipated. "How do you feel?" He asked, planting a soft kiss on Rosa's forehead.

"God. Much...much better." Rosa murmured, catching her breath. "I feel much better now."

"I take it that you have not tried masturbation to relieve yourself of your cramps?"

Rosa blushed. "N-no. It hasn't crossed my mind."

Vyn smiled gently at her, peering at her through his slightly crooked glasses. "Now you know how pleasuring yourself can help with your predicament.

"I hope...you think of me next time you touch yourself."

The blush of Rosa's face deepened by a few degrees. "I...I prefer that you do it with me."

His smile widened at Rosa's admittance. "I will come to your aid when needed, of course."

Having recovered from her orgasm high, Rosa sat up and surveyed the state of the towels covering her bed. "Oh wow. Looks like a crime scene here."

There were pools and streaks of red on the bath towels laid out on the bed. There will be a considerable amount of laundry to be done after this activity.

"I suppose, if having great sex is a crime," Vyn quipped, after which he pushed her down on the bed, lying on her back. "I shall get my share now."

Settling between her thighs, Vyn grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him.

In one motion his painfully-erect cock, long neglected until that point, was sent fully hilted deep inside her.

"Ah, damn." Vyn threw his head back, closing his eyes, counting down from ten to one to calm himself down.

"Vyn...what's wrong?" Rosa asked as she noticed Vyn wasn't moving.

"I am sorry," Vyn muttered. "I...underestimated the lubrication that period blood produces.

His voice came out strangled. "If I have to put in the vernacular...it feels too fucking good."

===

The moon was already high up in the night sky outside.

Having cleaned up and laundry already running, Vyn decided to cuddle Rosa in bed until she fell asleep. "Oxytocin should help take off the edge of your anxiety," he had explained to Rosa earlier when she asked him if he needed to go home and tend to his own tasks. "Consider this part of the treatment."

He nuzzled Rosa's hair, breathing in the scent of the shampoo that they both used as they took their baths together earlier.

I should take note of her monthly cycle, he thought. Plan my schedule around her period in advance.

[sirensmojo]

Other Half -  Marco Ilso x Reader

Summary: Marco and you incarnate characters in Vikings and get to see each other every day on set, regularly talk together and even go out with mutual friends and everybody always teasing you on how you two will be one hell of a couple.

Warnings: lame attitude (by reader), strong language, love-hate relationship(more complex), mentions of a platonic relationship with Alex Hogh Anderson and Jordan Patrick Smith, mentions of sex

Word Count: 4,044

*Masterlist *

“You come with the whole crew tonight?” Marco asks as he gathers his things ready to leave the set. “Yes I am definitely going” you answer while looking at him, you tilt your head as he heads to the door “See you there then” he doesn’t even look back at you and simply leaves. You slightly sigh and gently run your fingers into your hair to detangle them a little. It was a hard day, to be honest, and you couldn’t make it without a good drink or maybe more. Anyway, you look over the mirror and pout you were cover in dirt and in desperate need of a shower. You undress then head to the shower in your dressing room and stayed in there for about thirteen minutes before getting out and dress up with fresh and clean clothes.

 “You are not going to doll up for tonight,” someone says as you look into the mirror and see Alex, “I was in the shower not too long ago Hogh, you should really learn how to knock” you glare at him “And why am I supposed to doll up?” you asks as you furrow your brows. “Don’t be a dick Y/N we both know Marco will be there” he was staring at your reflection cupping his own face in his hand with his elbow on the table. “And?” you raise your brows and wait for him to explain his thought but you knew damn well what he was about to tell you.

 He and every other member of the staff and your little crew were bothering you with that idea that Marco and you were meant to be together. Whenever they get the occasion to, they were teasing both of you or saying uncomfortable things. In the beginning, you were so confused because you didn’t know if it was Marco that says he was interested in you or if Alex was just trying to find someone for you because you never wanted anything serious with people you hook up with. Alex shrugs his shoulders as he hasn’t intended for anything. You turn over and walk toward him and once you get in front of him you run your fingers in his hair “I wonder how Marco is still a friend with you when all you do is teasing him about a girl that only works with him” you said. He let out sight and look at you “That is not it Y/N” he said before stand up and walk towards the door “So what, you are in love with me then?” You chuckle and he shakes his head “Oh dear lord, no” he replies and you can’t help but throw him a pen that landed on the table as he walks out closing the door behind him. 

***

You decided to go back home and take a bath to relax your muscle and also your mind, work was crazy these days and tonight was the only night of the week you could go out without minding when you’ll be back home cause tomorrow you only worked in the afternoon. -Maybe I should doll up and take the opportunity to not coming back home alone- you thought and that was exactly what was on your mind when you put on the dress you made yourself. It was your other passion in life: sewing. When you weren’t on set you would put your nose for hours and hours in different fabrics and materials. Your apartment showed it well, there was all over the walls in frames a bunch of your own sketches and drawings. When it comes to your room, it was more a production area than an actual chamber, there was a lot of piece of furniture full of fabrics. All your items were hanging on a clothing rail. 

The dress you choose to wear tonight was originally a long and large black t-shirt and you tighten the waist and at the bottom of it, you added a fringe made of black leather. You also sew the edge of the sleeve and the collar with black leather. You loved this item, it was one of your favorite. Once you put it on, you look into the mirror and decide to add accessories: a beret, a leather bracelet, a black cute garter on one of your legs with high socks and sandals, it was a total black look between sexy and cute. The team was never used to see you in such clothes but it was the type of things you were wearing daily. You decided to let your hair do their thing under your hat as they weren’t really long. After putting your things into a small purse, you hang it on your shoulder. 

You finally reach the bar and as you walk in you see the team all reunited around a table. You reach the table and take a seat. You see Alex and Marco looking right at you with round eyes whereas Jordan put his hand on your beret “Hi Y/N” he said, you look at him and decide to just ignore the two others as you thought they were about to make fun of you “Did you get something for me guys?” you ask looking at everyone’s drink before you see a hand pushes a glass of beer toward you ”Here you go Y/N” says Marco. You look up at him and genuinely smile while nodding. You take the drink and start sipping on it, the night has just begun. Your eyes wandered in the bar looking for some handsome guy you could talk to when your gaze met up with a girl. You knew her face but couldn’t remember where you saw it. You look around the table and see Marco call Alex and tell him a joke at the end of which he slaps his face. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter nearly spitting your beverage on them as you stood up “Excuse-me” you said to them before heading to the table of that girl. “Hi, don’t you work with us?” you ask her, she look up to you and nod “Why don’t you come to our table then?” you ask again. “ Do you know my name?” she answered and you shake your head “ Can I sit?” you said and she made a hand movement to invite you sitting. “I am Y/N, nice to meet you” you hold out your hand to her “I am Emma”

***

It’s been nearly an hour and a half you were chatting with Emma and didn’t realize how fast the time spend, your mouth makes an ‘o’ when you see the clock as she goes to the bar to order other drinks. You slouch in your chair and cross your legs as you sip at the last drops of your third beer. 

You decide to go outside to smoke a cigarette, when you get out you feel a cold breeze stroking your hair that touches your neck as a shiver runs down your spine and you closed your eyes at this feeling. You take a cigarette in between your lips and search for your lighter in your purse your eyes still shut. When you open them, you see that somebody is pulling a lighter at the edge of your cigarette, you light it up and pull onto it as the smoke overwhelm your lungs. Then you breathe out and look up to the face of a man you knew damn well “Marco...” you sigh as you continue smoking looking away. “Is she worth it?” he asks and you stare at him in disbelief. “Excuse me?” you reply when you realize he is not going to add anything. “The woman you sat with Y/N, is she worth it?” he says and you don’t understand what he is talking about so you just blink. Marco takes the cigarette off of your lips and pulls onto it before breathing out the smoke on your face. His breath smells beer and whiskey you didn’t even know the mix of those two could smell that good. “When you get yourself all dress up it’s because you want to bring someone into your bed” he let out in a sigh still smoking your cigarette. You shrug and slightly chuckle “Why do you even care, you’re never talking to me,” you say to him. 

What did he want? Why spying on you like he did? Your thoughts were twisted. Since you join the cast you and Marco always talk to each other, you know he doesn’t hate you but you were not blind either. He would only talk to you when people were around or when he didn’t has other options but he never has shown any interest in you. Even if you thought he was hot when you first met him and that you tried to get closer to him, you eventually get that he wasn’t interested in you like that. Even when Alex told him you weren’t into emotions and “relationships” and that you don’t want anything serious, he didn’t show any interest not even the tiniest, so why on earth was he acting now like you owe him something? The more you think about it, the more you grow irritated, and you hate when something comes and disturbs your peace that is exactly the reason why you don’t want any boyfriend or girlfriend in your life.

 “What is it really about Marco?” you sigh and breathe in slowly trying to calm down. You wanted to know what was on his mind so you choose to remain calm and genuinely try to understand him. He looks down at you and when he was about to give you back your cigarette to flee inside without answering your question, you put another cigarette in between your lips as to show him you have time to give. “You are pretty tonight,” he says and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes then lock it with his “Is it a joke? Because I would punch you in your beautiful face if it is, you dork” you slap. “Why are you so harsh?” he raises his brows and you tilt your head still staring into his deep blue eyes “Why are you so cold with me all the time?” you snickered. “I’m not” he shakes his head and chuckles. You raise your brows and light up your cigarette “Were you ever interested in me? Or is it just because you see me in this gorgeous dress?” you say as you turn on yourself to show off your item, he giggles and pull onto his cig. “I always thought you were so bold as to do anything you wanted to” he is now looking at you and you can feel his gaze all over your face as if he tried to share something with his eyes. “I had a crush on you when I started to work in Vikings” you admit totally shamelessly. Everyone could say anything they wanted about you: that you were a distant person lacking bravery to love, but you were honest with yourself and you weren’t scared to tell how you felt. “I know” he murmurs. “But I also know that you don’t want to get evolve in any relationship” he added. “So what? you’re scared I’m going to fall in love with you if we have a quick fuck?” you ask as you look up to him. “I don’t know” he replies and before he could add anything you put out your cigarette and throw it into the nearest bin.

 “Okay,” you say and directly walk back into the table where the rest of the team were, you didn’t want to go back to Emma at the moment you were too busy breathing in and breathing out. Once you sat down you close your eyes in relief and then open it again. You grab a bottle of beer that was hanging on the table and bring it to your lips. “So, anything new with Marco?”Alex asks and you see Jordan sitting right next to you, he seems very interested in the conversation. “ No” you shake your head and sip on your beer as they sigh in disappointment “ You two are good for nothing” Jordan begins “Two lame-ducks” Alex added. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just jump on him you know” you shrug as you drink again ready to swallow up that whole bottle. You ended up doing it and both men were laughing as their eyes grew bigger. 

***

Marco finally came back thirteen minutes later and this time you were sipping on red wine, it was your favorite. He sat down in front of you and started to talk with Alex. You didn’t say anything, you were too busy looking at him and follow every single one of his movements. With your lifestyle it was hard for you to even think of settling down with anyone, so you just assumed you could hook up with people when you’ll require cuddles or some affection but that conversation with Marco makes you feel like maybe you were wrong. But you will not have time to go out with your lover or do anything together, you work all day long and when not you draw and sew, all those thoughts made you sick and your whole night was ruined. You try once again to calm down and just sip on your wine as you’re still staring at the man. “Fucking dork” you whisper to yourself but his gaze meets yours suddenly and you can feel your cheeks warm-up -did he heard?- you ask yourself before swallowing your drink and put down the glass. Marco blinks and turns over to talk again with Alex again, you wanted to punch him so hard, you were at peace and then he came and mess it all up in no time. 

Finally, after three glasses of wine, Marco comes back to you as if he wanted to tell you a joke but before he could say anything, you rise your glass and he stops “fuck off” you simply say. “Damn Y/N” he let out “I always thought you were so bold as to do anything you wanted to” you repeat his words trying to imitate his voice “I also know that you don’t want to get evolve in any relationship” you continued. “Stop it,” he says as he runs his hand over his face, “I don’t want to hear your jokes, just let me fucking be” you sigh.

***

The next morning you wake up with a strong hangover “Fuck...” you whisper as you back up and strengthen your arms. You get out of bed with a hand on the side of your head as you wanted to ease the pain. Once you drink your daily glass of water with lemon some memories of last night pop up into your head. You suddenly remember the conversation with Marco and at this moment you wanted to die. Last night you said a lot of things you didn’t even want to let out but you did because you were drunk and now you wanted to take it all back. “Fuck...” you say to yourself. You had to go to work in exactly two hours. First, you started by taking a cold shower just to clear your mind, and then you needed your morning coffee. Once finish your morning routine you throw the magazine you were reading on the table and just get up, you put on a band as a shirt with a hoodie, and large black sweatpants and your sneakers. As you pass by the mirror you adjust your hair and smile to yourself “You can do it Y/N” you try to convince yourself and then you get out. 

You didn’t see neither, Alex nor Marco, when you arrived and that was for the better, you directly go to your dressing room and lock the door behind you. 

It was only two hours later as you were still shooting a scene that you saw the face of Marco beside the cameras, he was watching you perform. At the end of it, the team let you know you have an hour before the next shoot. You nod and were about to head to your room when you heard someone calling out your name. You turn around and see Marco’s face again. “Hey” you let out softly while smiling at him “You were pretty good there,” he says pointing the set “Thank you Marco” you smile. “Can we talk for a few minutes?” You suddenly ask as he nods. You wanted to apologize for your behavior and how mean you were last night. “I hope I didn’t ruin your night, I’m sorry for what I’ve said I was so mean. I would like to say it was because I was drunk but we both know I can be pretty lame sometimes.” He sighs and squints “It’s okay, I get it”. You raise your brows and look at him “I don’t hate you, Marco... I just..” you stop talking because you don’t even know what you wanted to say “Just know I’m sorry” you finish before turning around and go back to your room. You glance at him on your way, he was standing still looking at the void. Why was it so hard to think about him? You don’t have the answers yet but you know you will have it anytime soon. You were really sorry about what happened, you didn’t want him to think you’re a cry baby girl but that was exactly what you made him think you were by acting this way. Apologize was the first step in your plan. During the day Marco was the only thing you could think about and you realized if you were mean to him last night it was because he was the first man to reject you. At first, you wanted him as a lover, yes, but then you showed him nothing but your willingness of having a genuine friendship with him and he declined it by showing you he couldn’t care less. You decided to go talk to him once again when you will finish that scene. 

Every time you looked at him he seemed so peaceful, so calm. How did he manage to be that way daily? When he wasn’t fooling around he was always that way and that was very cute. You now remember why you had a crush on him, you smiled as you were watching him minding his own business. “Y/N!” Someone calls out as you turn around “Alex?” you ask, “we going to another bar tonight, are you coming?” he sings. He noticed how often and how intensely you were watching Marco but he didn’t say anything. You shrug “I don’t think so, to be honest” you admit, you wanted some time alone. He smiles at you with disappointment but doesn’t add anything. 

As the day end, you were always staring at Marco every time you could, you walk towards his dressing room when you finish your last scene of the day. Breathing in, you softly knock on the door before it opens. “Oh, it’s you” he lets you in and locks it behind you “Alex wants to go out again, you coming?” he asks while he takes off his dirty shirt and puts on a clean one. Your eyes lock on his chest and you feel your fingers throbbing as the strong desire of touching his naked skin makes you lick your bottom lip. You shake your head remembering why you were here “I wanted to ask you something that is why I am here” you pout. He stops his movement and looks up to you waiting for you to go on. “Were you sincere when you say you always thought I was brave enough to do whatever I wanted to?” You murmur as you pull back your hair behind your ears “Of course I was-” he paused “I’m-- sorry if I was cold with you I didn’t mean to be” he clears his voice and you do the same. Your gaze meets his and you both smile at each other. “Do you want to go somewhere with me? I want to show you something” you say. He nodded and you head to the door with him following you. You knew if you would’ve said you were taking him to your apartment he would say no so you decide to avoid until you get out of your car. You walk toward the building and enter it before going up the stairs and turn the keys into the lock. “Here you are, I present you... the other half of my life,” you say softly. “Oh” he lets out as he enters, he turns around and giggles “If someone would’ve told me the tuff Y/N was a designer...” he laughs and looks right at you smiling as if you showed a child a garden full of candies. “It looks like I’m not that tuff haha” you laugh. As you walk toward your room, he followed you and shout out in amazement “Bowl me over!”  as he gets closer to each of your unique pieces. He then turns to look at you in awe “Fuck this is wonderful, pet” he says while a smirk takes place in the corner of his lips. “I knew you would say that, you bitch!” you slap and both of you burst out laughing. 

***

You were now sitting on your couch with some drinks, he has a beer and you a glass of red wine. “You’re so impressive... fuck you hide it well” he chuckles still in amazement of your work. “I made the dress I wore last night” you let out “No way!” he replies. You chuckle. “You know why they started to tease me about you?” he suddenly asks, and you slightly spit your wine on his face. “Oh I’m so sorry, I... You... I didn’t expect you’d put that on the table” You say while coming closer to him in a hurry to wipe the drops of red wine off his face with your thumb” you felt actually really dumb “No I don’t know why?” you continue, wanting to know the answer regardless of the situation. He was laughing, “I once told Alex I couldn’t help wondering what type of face do you make when reaching your climax”. A grin appeared on your face and you stop stroking his face with your thumb looking at him in his eyes. “So while you play the calm and peaceful Marco, there indeed is a nasty Marco somewhere” you hit back “No, I mean... yes but-” he tries to account for his thought. “No need to pretend, not with me” you smirk and cup his face with your hand. He puts one of his hand over yours, his face nearing yours. He runs his other hand through your hair and finally reaches for your neck as he pulls you closer. His lips meet yours in an electric kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. When you put your free hand on his arm stroking his skin softly you open your mouth and let out your tongue begging for meeting his. He let you in, you desperately search for air as he sucks on your tongue. You break the kiss and look at his lips before your eyes lifted up to his.

[dongiovannaswife]

GioLena first time.

Note: alright, as you may already guess, this is an nsfw fic, so please, if you don’t feel comfortable with these topics do not read; mostly if you’re a minor (block the n sf wish tag, please, I beg you). I wrote this mostly out of personal necessity (lmao) but also because @softlimefluff​ inspired me with her own AriHan first time fic.

In another note, I’ll be back at posting requests soon, since we have an event for Valentine’s Day ready. 

Under the cut for length!

Closing the door at his back, Giorno looks at her with a soft smile, watching as she walks around the apartment, taking off her heels.

When she feels his sight on her she looks over, a small ashamed smile spreading through her lips.

“I’m sorry, Gio. It’s just… Those were killing me.” Shrugging,Lena shoots him a small smile that has him seeing starts immediately.

“It’s okay, amore. You don’t have to use them if they hurt you. Standards are not important.”

Lena nods, walking over to him and taking his hand between hers. “Thank you for understanding, baby.”

Bringing her hands to his mouth, Giorno presses a kiss to each one of her knuckles, stealing a small laugh from her. Then, as he intertwines his fingers with hers, Giorno guides her over to the couch, taking things slow. Sitting down he has her siting at his side in no time, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Looking at her in the eye, Giorno whispers, centimeters from her face. “Do you still want to do it? You know we don’t have to. Like I said before, standards are not obligatory. If you feel like it’s too soon, then I’ll wait; and— his fingers hook around one of her curls, undoing it and watching as it comes back together in the next few seconds. “You don’t have to show me you love me like this. You know this, right? This is exactly what you said some days ago and I respect it, believe it and support it.”

Smiling at him, Lena leans, stealing a kiss from him and a smile. “I want to, don’t worry. Do you still want it? Same goes for you: you don’t have to show me you love me like this, and if it’s too soon, it’s okay. Your reasons are as valid as mine.”

Giorno nods, “Yes. I want it.”

Exchanging a nod, Giorno leans this time, sealing the conversation with a kiss, hands cupping her face. In a few seconds he pulls away, biting her lip softly and drowning down a small moan that has his head spinning and her blushing.

“C’mon, doll.” Giorno stands, offering his hand out and guiding her through the well-known department until they reach the bedroom. A basket with the things they prepared a week ago waiting in the bed.

Sitting down in the bed as Giorno locks the front door and comes back after, Lena takes the small pink bag from the basket and lets it in the bathroom, walking over to the bed again, laying down.

When Giorno comes back and sees her in the bed, still dressed in that dress that hugs her waist so deliciously and exposes her shoulders and collarbones like that, he can’t help it but gulp nervously, strolling to her. At first sitting down in the bed and leaning to whisper. “Lena, you’re such a pretty woman, I can’t believe you’re with me, cara.” And then, kissing her.

Breaking the kiss, Giorno climbs in bed, laying down at her side, almost immediately cuddling her; his hand resting open in her hips, tentatively reaching further down from time to time.

“Well, you are certainly something else too, Giogio. Just look at you, you could easily be someone out of a dream.”

Giorno chuckles, leaning down to steal another kiss, this one lasting longer. “So am I your dream?”

Lena chuckles, kissing him again. “A really good dream.”

Giorno smiles, kissing her harder this time; it wasn’t something new, but the difference was in how warm the bed was, how she started moving until she was laying on top of him; how her leg wrapped itself around his; and the temperature started rising. His hands roaming slowly, as they made times before without going too far. The feeling of her small hand caressing his abs and her sigh against his lips as he bit her lip making him grunt, and pull away.

Closing the gap again, this time Lena initiates another kiss were her hands roam around his chest and arms and abs: Giorno’s hands reach down, kneading her ass softly: once she moans against his mouth, Giorno’s dick twitches and she sighs against him, grinding slowly against him; Giorno’s hands guide her for a moment before she stops moving. Straddling him now, Lena’s hands shake a bit as her fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing once again the well-known tattoos decorating his chest and part of his arms. Tracing them with her fingers first, she leans after to kiss them: Giorno’s breathing hitches in his throat and his hands grip at her hips, helping her grind against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Enough, doll.” He whispers and flips her up, towering now over her. Kissing all over her face first his lips descend to her neck, kissing and looking for the point that has her— Lena breathes out his name in a whisper and Giorno smirks against her skin, nibbling at the point for longer until she throws her head back in delight. His hands keep roaming over her legs, toying with the hem of her dress until his hand sneaks under and the pad of his finger rubs circles around her clit through the fabric, effectively making her arch against him.

“I have something for you, babe.” She whispers, barely saying the words just right.

“Alright, darling.” He answers and kneels in the bed, letting her sit and climb down, rushing to the bathroom.

As she closes the door Giorno sits in bed, reaching out to the basket and pulling out the condoms and lube —and letting the water bottle at the bedside table. Making sure the main things are there, he reaches out to his shoes, taking them off alongside his socks, and pulling them outside the room to evade smells, just in case.

“Honey?”

Not even five minutes later her voice makes him turn from the bedside table —he was making sure everything was ready for the last time. — Turning around, the sight leaves him breathless; the lingerie set tasteful, accentuated with stockings and garter belts, the bra letting him see enough but not everything and the panties hugging her hips in the way he wishes he could— and her blush making him realize the twitch that happens down there.

Roses start growing around him, the carpet ending up with grass and red roses as his mouth hangs open.

Stuttering a bit, Lena’s arms reach out to her chest, trying to hide herself when there’s no response. However, the action seems to make him snap out of his daydream.

“No bella, it’s okay. I just — you are —you are so beautiful… I’m so lucky…” To think the powerful Don of Passione was stuttering and blushing like this was a sight to behold, but in the moment, none of that mattered. In the moment they were just a couple head over heels in love: and it felt right and natural.

“Please, come here doll.” He asks, reaching his hand out to her.

Shyly, Lena steps to him, standing before him.

Giorno can’t help it, but look at her from head to toe with shining, loving eyes. Finally focusing in her face, Giorno also notices the crimson lipstick replacing the red one from before. “My goddess.” He whispers before leaning down to kiss her, soft and slow. One arm around her waist and the other around her hip, pulling her against himself.

Breaking the kiss, Lena’s eyes lock with his and they seem to get lost for a moment, just smiling; genuine passion and love shining through their eyes.

“I love you.” He whispers then, leaning down to pick her up, turning to the bed, and laying her down slowly.

Supporting his weight on his elbows, Giorno’s lips ghost over her neck, fingers tracing over her collarbones and the decorations of the bra, lowering his head to kiss over the exposed skin of her chest, and humming when her fingers trace over his scalp, a shaky sigh escaping her, and fueling him even further.

His hand reaches down, traveling all over her leg, and wrapping it around his waist as he grunts softly, grinding gently against her. The fingers in his scalp now at his back, gripping at the muscles of his back. His free hand traces over her waist and stomach until it lands close to her chest; nervously, but not showing it, his hand cups her chest, watching intently her reactions; however, Lena closes her eyes, biting her lip. Nodding to himself, Giorno takes his time kneading as his mouth works in the other, kissing and licking, grinding from time to time.

Kneeling now, Giorno whispers, voice raspier and gentle. “Lena, can you sit for a moment?”

Doing as he asked, Lena sits up and Giorno leans again, kissing her as his hands reach behind her back, first tracing over her back and feeling the goosebumps rising after his hands have traced her skin; sighing, he finally unclasps the bra, letting the straps fall down through her shoulders until the piece of clothing falls into the bed; Lena’s arms covering her bare chest now, looking at him with noticeable nervousness, cheeks red and lipstick softly smudged.

“You are so beautiful, Lena. Please, don’t hide yourself from me— do you need to stop?” he says, hand cupping her jaw and thumb cleaning the lipstick, even if he knows it’ll end up disappearing later.

Seconds pass before her arms end up around his shoulders and she sighs again, nodding. “I’m okay, don’t worry, Gio.”

Giorno nods, moving until she’s laying down again. Kissing her once more, Giorno sits back again, climbing down the bed; Lena follows his figure, sitting in the bed.

Undoing his belt, the button and the zipper, Giorno takes a sharp breath before he puts his pants down, kicking them to the side. Looking over, a part of his nervousness disappears once he sees Lena´s face; eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth hanging open.

“Gio,” she says, looking at him in the eye. “Gio, baby, you are… You are a greek god.”

Giorno chuckles, climbing in the bed and between her legs as he leans back again.

“Says a goddess herself.”

Lena smiles, hand reaching down to ghost over the bulge on his boxers. Biting his lip, Giorno closes his eyes at the feeling, almost bucking his hips against her hold.

When the caresses become too much and he feels himself ready, his eyes shot open, hand reaching out to her hip. Retracting her hand to leave him in charge again, Giorno hooks his fingers around her panties, pulling them down slowly and throwing them aside, pulling down his boxers after, and throwing them aside too.

Both stop for a moment, taking in each other’s body; nervousness fading as the feeling of familiarity starts raising.

Shifting, Giorno’s face gets closer to her stomach, kissing and descending until he can feel her legs at each side of his head; a grin spreads through his face as her thighs close around his head when he kisses her inner thighs, lowering his head to start preparing her.

A moan makes him keep up, hands toying with her chest as he does so, closing his eyes for a second and opening them again when his name leaves her lips in the form of a moan; it feels like he’s in heaven.

“Please, Gio. Please, I need—“a moan betrays her when one of Giorno inserts one finger inside, curling it slowly. “Mierda, no te detengas.” Shit, don’t stop.

The change of language seems to fuel him in a way he never thought it would do: his ministrations keeping up, faster but still careful.

When she starts bucking against him, Giorno breaks the contact suddenly, leaning back to see his work: her lips are pink from biting into them and her eyes are half lidded as her chest rises and falls in desperation.

“Do you think you’re ready, cara?” Giorno asks teasingly.

“Yes.” She whispers, panting softly.

Humming, Giorno looks over to the box of condoms, taking it and tearing it open. Then, he takes out one and opens it following the instructions he already knew, sliding the condom down his length, making sure he feels comfortable. Then, when he’s ready, Giorno nods, hands sprawled over her legs now, fingers rubbing over the fabric. Looking at the garter belts, connected to the stockings, Giorno can’t hide the smile that frames his face. “I like these, but I rather see those pretty legs, shall I take these off, amore?”

Smiling at him a small laugh escapes her, the nervousness still present. “You may.”

Giorno smiles, unclasping the stockings and sliding them off, followed by the garter belt.

“Alright, bella. I need you to be on top for this, just like we said.”

Lena nods, following his figure as he sits in the bed, kneeling and climbing off the bed, walking then to him. Grabbing onto his shoulders, Lena straddles him gently, leaning for a kiss.

“Wait,” she says suddenly and he stops, looking at her with big, questioning eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“The lube, baby.”

“I was going to reach for it, Lena.” He answers with a small chuckle.

“Well, I won, I said it first.” Lena chuckles, leaning and taking the bottle, giving it to him afterwards. Opening it, Giorno smears a considerable amount of it into his length. Lena offers her finger and Giorno pours a small —yet what he believes enough— quantity into her finger. Sliding her finger inside her, Lena moans softly, taking it off seconds later. “Ready.” She whispers, grabbing onto his shoulders.

Giorno sneaks his hand between them, taking his member and guiding it until the head rests against her folds. Then, his hands rest open around her waist. When she starts lowering herself and whimpers softly against his lips, the blond kisses her, effectively distracting her from the strange feeling of being stretched out. As the kiss progresses she keeps lowering her body until a small, soft moan leaves her lips and her movements stop totally.

With half lidded eyes, both look at the other, panting and needy.

“I love you so much, Gio.” Helena whispers, arms around his shoulders. The nervousness from before gone.

“I love you too, Lena.” Giorno whispers back, his hand rubbing small circles around her hip now, and then, sliding down to her thigh. The don then looks down, to the point where their bodies are united and his pupils dilate at the sight. Heart thundering in his chest. “A little bit more and it’s all in, amore.” He whispers, voice raspy now. He knows it’s far from being a little, but telling her there’s still half of it to get inside would make her rush things and possibly get hurt.

Lena nods, “Can we wait a bit, baby? I’m—“

“Yes,—“he says— “all the time you need. And if you need to, we can stop.”

She nods again, hand reaching out to cup his jaw, leaning in for a kiss. At first slow but as time goes by and the feeling goes away she moves again: Giorno breaks the kiss with a whimper, whispering something intelligible in Italian. At his reaction, Lena stops completely, looking at him with worried eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Opening his eyes slowly, Giorno looks at her with a small smile that has her melting in an instant. “I should be the one asking that, doll.”

Lena laughs a bit and they share a goofy smile for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. Giorno slips his hand to her cheek, making her lean in for another kiss; this time, guiding her for the last time until he bottoms out inside her. With a moan, Lena breaks the kiss and Giorno sighs against her lips, lowering his head to kiss her neck softly, fingers touching and playing with her chest; as she arches her back against him, her fingers sink into his shoulders and Giorno takes that as a signal; wrapping an arm around her hips, Giorno hums and she moans, moving slowly. At first rolling her hips, but as Giorno’s kisses keep and the heat becomes too much, she lifts her hips eventually with Giorno’s help.

“M-merda.” He whispers, teeth nibbling softly at her pulse point. “Lena, let me—“a moan betrays him, and the next time he speaks his voice sounds raspier than before. “Let me take care of you, bella.”

Helena stops, head falling against his shoulder as she pants against his skin, hands holding into him; even with the little exchanging her legs feel tired already.

Giorno turns his head, kissing her forehead and pulling her hair behind her ear to look at her. The blush covering her cheeks and the blissful look in her eyes as they lock eyes tells him everything.  Still, he asks. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

Lena chuckles a little, flashing an ashamed grin at him. “My legs left the chat.”

Giorno’s laugh fills the room like a thunder; throwing his head back, Giorno allows himself the commodity of laughing, something uncommon for his daily routine.

“We can change the position only if you want to keep up.” He offers after, a small yet gentle and caring smile lifting the corners of his lips, pink from all the kisses and bites.

Lena nods, offering then. “Do you need me to stand?”

Giorno shakes his head, adding before she moves. “I’ll help you, don’t worry. Just… Let it to me, okay? You just have to look pretty.” He adds teasingly, smiling at her.

Lena chuckles again, nodding. Giorno looks at her once more as a signal and she wraps her arms around his neck, in the meantime Giorno stands, turning and pulling out, aware of her shaky sigh against his neck as he lays her in the bed.

“Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling between her legs.

Lena nods, reaching out to him, pulling him down for a kiss. Between the kisses, her fingers toy with his hair as his lips press kisses along her neck and collarbones, biting softly or grazing his teeth over her soft skin; her perfume intoxicating him.

“Ready?” he whispers against her ear, hand caressing her leg.

Lena hums and Giorno kneels, gently opening her legs in order to get between, guiding himself against her entrance, the soft whisper leaving his lips making her get lost in the way he speaks and acts; so smooth and calm even if he’s blushing and the nervousness makes him act goofy.

“Ti amo.” Shifting forward to ease himself inside, a low grunt erupts from his throat, watching intently her face, pleasure and surprise once again written all over her features.

“I love you, Gio —I love you so much.” She answers then, arms around his neck. Supporting his weight on his elbows, Giorno stays there for a moment, looking at her and marveling at her features. Her eyes scanning him in the same way; both sighing from time to time as the realization of reality hits them.

“Gio?”

“Lena.”

“Please, move.” She asks and Giorno nods, rolling his hips slowly, leaning down to kiss her as the first whimpers and grunts leave them. Giorno’s hands lacing with hers as he keeps up with the gentle rhythm until she cries out in ecstasy, muttering a small “Please, faster.” That fuels him. As he starts moving faster and she buckles underneath him, his name suddenly the only thing he can hear coming from her between moans and sighs. Giorno’s grunts barely dissimulated as the sensations drive him crazier with each passing second. Hiding his face against her neck, leaving a mark in the moment, Giorno’s raspy voice fills her ears; Italian honeyed words that don’t fail making her unravel.

As the sensation gets stronger, Giorno sneaks a hand between them, rubbing softly her clit: once she cries out he pulls his fingers away, speeding his movements.

“Lena—“ Giorno whispers, a guttural moan leaving his mouth as he leans to kiss her between sighs, “I’m gonna—“

Taking his face between her hands, Giorno’s left hand supports his weight as the other caresses her chest, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Me too, Gio.”

Closing his eyes and lowering his face to kiss over her chest, Giorno’s movements become messier with each buck as does his grunts that match with her moans.

“Giorno, Giorno— Mhm, baby!” Lena throws her head back, tightening her legs around his waist when she finishes; the pressure making his hips stutter as he reaches his climax too, loud grunts leaving his mouth as his hands grip at her waist.

With one last thrust, Giorno lays on top of her, hands intertwined with hers, mouth against her neck, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in Italian as they try to cool down.

“I love you.” She whispers then, hand rubbing small circles over his back.

“I love you too… More than I could ever scream... I’m going to pull out, okay?”

Lena nods, a blush covering her cheeks. When Giorno pulls out and stands to take the condom off, he also steps into the bathroom, discarding it into the trash can.

Coming back and laying down beside her, Lena wraps her arm around his waist; her leg tangled with his.

Kissing her hair and noticing her perfume still there, Giorno asks. “Water?”

Lena nods and Giorno reaches out easily, shifting slightly to open the water bottle and then, give it to her. Then, Giorno sits behind her, letting her lean against his chest as she drinks down half of the water, sighing when she closes the bottle, and leaning her head against his chest.

Turning his head to the side to kiss her cheek, Giorno wraps his arms around her waist; the nervousness from before gone as he can’t keep his hands off of her now; the warm feeling of his chest making him realize how compete he feels in the moment.

“Gio, we need a bath.” Lena comments and Giorno hums, suddenly remembering something.

“Sure, just let me get something first.” Giorno moves slowly, crawling off of bed, not really bothering about covering himself as he walks to the dresser and retraining a small box, he walks over to the bed soon, sitting in front of his girlfriend.

“I have something for you; I was going to give it to you even if we didn’t make it.”

With a small blush, he hands her the box.

“Gio, I— I didn’t got you anything.” Lena says, worryingly looking up at him.

Giorno’s hand cups her face as he leans to steal a kiss. “It’s okay, this is not about material gifts. I wanted to give this to you for a long time.”

Opening the box, a golden necklace with a rose greets her. Looking at him with eyes the size of dinner plates, Lena’s mouth hangs open. “Turn it around, tesoro.” Giorno says, smiling. Once she does, the date they met carved in the material. Leaving the necklace in its box, Lena reaches out to Giorno, pulling him into a hug, eyes tearing up. “Thank you.” She mutters and Giorno wraps his arms around her waist, letting the warmth of her body pressed against him calm his racing heart.

“C’mon, let’s get that bath. I’ll lend you my clothes.”

[heath-ur]

00Q Kinktober - Day 7

Prompt List ; Ao3  Pairing: Bond x Q  Prompt: Sixty-Nine  Warnings: Smut, No Beta

Me: I need to get faster at these. Only 100-300 words of lead-up & 500-600 words of smut. No more auxiliary characters. Go. 

Also Me: So let’s do nearly 700 words of unnecessary plot and make R lesbian.

Brain, why?   

The next afternoon, Q is still doing his best not to show his subordinates just how sore his ass is. He’s not sure how successful he’s been able to hide it from R or Moneypenny; going by their smug looks, not much, so he just eyes them smugly right back. ‘Yes, my arse is sore,’ he hopes his looks covey, ‘but it was so worth it.’ Going by their eye-rolls, he thinks they get it. 

Despite the distraction, he is able to complete 3 projects and assists 002 with breaching the security of her weapons-dealing mark. They gather enough intel that she’ll be returning to London in the next 48 hours. All-in-all, he thinks he deserves to be a little smug. 

So of course that’s when Bond walks into Q branch. Damn. Q knew he was forgetting something. 

He knows - he knows - that neither Bond or Alec consider these little liaisons as going steady. There has been no talk about exclusivity, they both still fuck during missions with or without honeypots. And that’s fine. Q isn’t one to be jealous - it’s a waste of productivity and energy. And he’s used to having multiple and infrequent partners. That’s what happens when you work with a governmental spy agency. 

However, he also knows that the two blonds are quite good friends. And also know how to kill with their thumbs. When he started this he didn't know that they would keep coming back for this long; he hadn’t realized that he would need to tell them about each other. Honestly, he’d thought that after the first successful mission each, the agents would lose interest. But of course they can’t even follow their own usual patterns. 

So this leaves Q standing at his platform station, hands planted on his sit-stand desk, as he faces a post-mission-high double-oh that wants a booty call while Q’s booty is off-the-table this time around. Q nods in Bond’s direction and cuts his eyes to the office-space he rarely uses since he prefers to stand among his subordinates. 

Bond nods back and wanders into the small, separated space. R gives Q a glance over her tablet as she swings by his desk with a new cup of tea. Q signs and takes a sip of the tea. His voice is as dry as the desert when he speaks up, “Alert security if I’m not back out in 5?”

R snorts and rolls her eyes, “And have them walk in to you being buggered? No thanks, boss. You’ve got about 30 minutes until that meeting with HR.” 

Oh, big buggering fuck. He forgot about that, too. Alec must have shorted out his brain last night. He hums and takes a bigger swing of his tea. “I suppose that’s another option.”

R sighs. Q isn’t sure how she makes it both exasperated and wistful. “If 002 ever fancies me back, you best be as understanding as I’m being right now.” 

Q nods, “If you find yourself a lady worthy of your brilliance, you can always borrow my office.” He turns and winks at her before making his way to the office. 

Inside, Bond is sitting on the futon that takes up a good third of the room while he looks at the lone Home Bargains art print on the opposing wall. He looks up and smirks as Q walks in and locks the door. “You know, not that I’m opposed to office sex, but I was planning on offering you dinner again.”

Q shrugs and crosses his arms, “I’ve 4 more hours, at least. No sense in you waiting. However, full disclosure, I’ve only 30 minutes and my arse isn’t an option at this time. I’m too sore.” 

Bond’s eyebrows slowly rise higher on his face as Q speaks, but his smile never waivers. “Oh? Well, I hope it was at least worth it. Anyone I know?” He waggles said eyebrows, gesturing with his hand for Q to step closer. 

Q steps until he’s only an arms reach away, humming. “Well, I have a type, you see. Something about blonds and muscles and men with licenses to kill.” He shrugs nonchalantly and loses the last of his nervous energy as Bond’s grin widens.

Bond lunges forward to wrap his palms gently at Q’s hips to drag him forward. “So, you’re Alec’s little kitten, hmm? He was singing your praises this morning.” 

Q slides one of his knees between Bond’s thighs to rest it on the futon’s edge, draping his arms loosely on Bond’s shoulders. “Do you two always gossip about your conquests?” 

Bond laughs and rubs his palms soothingly up Q’s back. “Only the good ones. And never enough to breach the virtues of their privacy. But, oh, the things we’re going to be talking about after this.” He suddenly reaches a hand up and grips Q’s curls in a tight grip, tugging him down enough for a kiss. 

Q can’t help his startled moan as he opens up his mouth for the kiss, letting Bond control the depth as he keeps gripping and twisting at the strands in his hand. When he’s let up, he knows his eyes must be dazed and he can feel the flush in his cheeks and down his neck. “So, no concerns, then?”

Bond confirms with another kiss, this one lasting only long enough to make Q whine as Bond pulls back and angles Q’s head to kiss down his jaw and throat to bite against the fabric of Q’s shirt. “30 minutes?” 

Q nods.

“Well, best make it worth it,” Bond winks and starks working on Q’s trouser buttons. Q gets with the program and begins to reciprocate, fighting with Bond’s buckle until it’s bested. 

Cocks freed, Bond pulls two condoms from his suit jacket pocket and rips one open to put onto his own cock. At the same time, he shifts and settles until he’s laying sideways on the futon, pants sliding off and down his legs. Q begins following him but gets stopped by a palm on his hip. “Turn around, Q, let me see Alec’s hard work.” 

Q blushes and his cock jumps as he fumbles putting the condom on. He lets his pants fall full to the ground, tripping out of his shoes to scramble onto the futon and swinging one leg to straddle Bond’s thighs, facing Bond’s feet. The man wears sock garters, the functional (non-functional) part of his brain thought as Bond’s previous words scrolled through the other half of his brain. 

Bond puts his hands back to Q’s hips and arranges the man as he sees fit, to get a better look. He hums and draws one finger around a still- tender mark of Alec’s index on the back of Q’s thigh. “Oh, these will be beautiful bruises. It really is too bad that he didn’t take pictures like he had wanted to.” 

Q’s traitorous cock jumps  again. He had to curl into himself and let his hands drop to either side of Bond’s knees. “20 minutes.” Q fails at trying to sound unaffected. 

Bond lets out an affected sad sigh. “We both best get to it, then.” And then in one motion he pulls Q’s hips closer to his head as he slides further down the futon to take Q’s cock in his mouth. It’s heat and the flutter of Bond’s tongue and the tapered rumble of his trapped laugh.

Q curses and takes a breath before he returns the favor and presses his mouth around Bond’s cock, sucking and working his tongue, trying to get his self-possession back by proving his skill. If Bond’s approving hum is any indication, he’s succeeding. Of course, that hum is accompanied by a controlled roll of Bond’s hip, making Q take more until Bond’s cock is being swallowed in the preservation of Q’s gag-reflex. 

Q sucks and rolls his own hips, smacking at Bond’s thigh in reprimand as the older man presses a thumb into one of Q’s forming bruises just to make him jump. He can’t help but squirm, even with his dick held in Bond’s mouth. The other hand gripping and fondling his bullocks doesn't help. Q would try working on Bond’s, but to be honest he needs both wobbling arms to hold himself up. 

Instead, he rises off until only Bond’s tip is still inside his mouth, takes a deep breath, and goes back down in three quick bobs, holding at the tip against just to repeat the pattern. The noises are slick and sound loud in the room. Q has a moment of concern about sound-proofing or lack thereof, but quickly forgets the concern as Bond does something with his tongue. Oh, maybe he could learn that.

The whole experience is a race to the finish-line and both parties cross nearly at the same time with matching thrusts and hot suction, faces messy and breathless. Q pulls back onto his knees and checks his watch. 

4 minutes. “Fuck.”

[fategist]

lists, layers, layovers: what to pack and how to pack it

There’s a scene in Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery where Austin and his colleague/eventual love interest Vanessa Kensington, are newly arrived in Las Vegas, hot on the trail of Doctor Evil’s number two, Number Two. Posing as a married couple, they check into their suite and begin to unpack. Vanessa opens her suitcase to reveal a tidy assortment of clothes, accessories, and spy gadgetry packed neatly and divided into plastic bags.

Yes, the kind of bags you fill with cookies or vegetable scraps before tossing into the freezer for that vegetable stock you may or may not actually make.

This was in stark contrast to my own method, which was to pack clothes -- some of which might have been clean -- into a decrepit suitcase WITHOUT WHEELS -- and cross myself before hauling ass to the airport.

Yes, Miss Kensington, I am disappointed in past me, too.

But I never forgot about Vanessa and her freezer bags. It was so in character for the organized, utterly prepared Miss Kensington. And also because it’s such a great idea. Everything is easy to see and find, and can be left in their bags until they are needed. You can press the air out of bags to compress the contents, and thus you can fit more stuff into your bag.

It took me a while to adopt this method, because I am a messy beast and a procrastinator. And there was something sort of glamorously messy in running off to the airport, as though I were always on the road, and on the run.

This was a terrible method. I’d leave behind items I wanted to bring, and what stuff I did bring would look terrible, be inappropriate for the occasion, or be not as clean as I’d thought. But what choice did I have?

I guess I could have shopped at my destination but if you’re not wearing straight sizes it might still be a crapshoot depending on where you go. Even if you did find a place that could sell you clothes that fit and, even better, you liked and could afford, that’s still time you’ll have to spend buying clothes when you could be, I don’t know, drinking vinho verde at a bar located on top of a multi-story parking garage in Lisbon.

A few times I tried rolling my clothes, which is supposed to make them less wrinkly and afford you more room in your bag. That only works for skinny people, I am convinced. A pair of XXS yoga pants will roll into something not much bigger than a falafel wrap. My XXL cargo pants from Old Navy will not get any smaller than, say, a steak burrito. And shoving underpants into a pair of Toms doesn’t say packing technique or hack so much as utter desperation when your knickers are typically bigger than a tortilla.

Freezer bags, that’s my number one piece of advice. Treat yourself to the kind that zip, as they are just a few cents more than the kind that don’t. Fold or even roll your clothes up. Insert into bag, compress to get the air out, then zip shut. They’re also handy for packing liquids -- dressing, foundation makeup, and lube which, should they spill, should be pretty well contained.

Make a list of what you intend to bring, and cross each thing off as you pack it away. The internet abounds with packing list generators. I don’t have a specific recommendation, but the ones that ask you where you go and when you are going tend to be decent because they can give you the weather forecast and perhaps even recommend places to eat lunch.

We can have a long discussion about carry-on luggage and maybe one day we will, but for now let me say: whatever you pack make sure it fits in the overhead bin. If it doesn’t, check it like a good girl and vow to do better next time.

But if you’re like me and do only carry-on luggage, do not pack any more than you yourself can carry. If you have mobility or health issues that prevent you from doing so, remember to thank whoever ends up managing your bags for you, at your direction. I’m trying to find a way to express this without sounding like an ableist shithead so weigh in if you had advice on that point.

I think when it comes to figuring out what to wear, I say this: wear whatever you want.* Layers are key, that’s what everybody says, but those layers need to breathe no matter where you are.And check the weather before you go. I didn’t before a nine day trip to England when it always seemed to be on the verge of raining without actually providing the relief of precipitation so I felt like the entirey city of London was sweating upon me, all while wearing jeans with long sleeved cotton t-shirts, and I was miserable. But worse than that I was too stubborn to just go to the Evans in Oxford Street or the Selfridges, also in Oxford Street, and buy myself something.

*The one thing I will do, in following the advice of travel professionals and those travel bloggers who post shit like text posts that say “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” without any kind of irony, is keep my travel wardrobe in the same color family. Pick three colors, neutral or not, and just go for it. When I went to Lisbon in 2016, this is what I packed: https://www.instagram.com/p/BDfeHemRuUk/.

I once spent nine days in Ireland with no trousers/pants except these fancy hiking pants I got at Columbia. I hiked exactly twice during that trip, and the rest of the time I walked around Dublin and Galway and Dingle and Killarney looking, and sounding, like a sentient windsock. I got stuck on the hiking part instead of focusing on the fact that I’d spend most of my time walking around cities, drinking and eating and occasionally sitting before eating and drinking again. I could have used a pair of jeans, a warm sweater, and ankle boots. I solved part of my problem by buying myself a beautiful Irish wool cardigan at the Aran Sweater Market in Killarney. I love that thing.

Last spring I went to England for nine days (what is it with me and nine day trips to the UK?) and did more hiking but instead of bringing proper hiking boots I brought LL Bean boots. They were okay for tromping in mud. Not so much for going up steep hills as I am passed by surly French teenagers wearing Adidas.

I think the moral of the story here is I should give up on hiking as an activity. That, and I need to be more honest with myself about what I can and am willing to do when I got on vacation.

But for, say, three days in New York over Easter weekend? This was my last trip, and I packed:

light coat or jacket

scarf to layer with coat -- make it big enough to use as a blanket on the plane, or shawl for modesty

handbag or purse -- crossbody or GTFO

special outfit or dress -- I went to Le Bernardin with my brother for lunch on my birthday, and I wore this Target x Victoria Beckham collared shift. There were rabbits embroidered on the collar tabs. It was the best.

two shirts -- both were long-sleeved

black Old Navy pixie pants -- no pockets but comfortable, and more elegant than jeans

sneakers -- Converse seems to be the default for everybody ever, and I am not special so of course I have owned many pairs though I am down to one pair at the present -- mine are Comme des Garcons because while I am not special I am for sure quite extra

flip-flops for wearing around your hotel room/AirBNB/friend’s guestroom

black leather ankle boots -- sturdy sole, a heel if you care for one

underthings (bra, underpants, garters, slips, socks, hosiery)

jewelry -- just a few things that you might be able to wear at once or put away in an Altoids tin. I wear a watch, stud earrings, sometimes a silver button or a brass heart from In God We Trust that says “bitch please”.

makeup/toiletries

My next trip is London (yes again shut up I love it) and Venice (baby’s first trip to Italy) in September. I have no idea what I’m going to wear. Maybe a trench coat, Hunter boots, and not much else.

The whole reason I wrote this was because @rosamundt asked me on twitter to write her a post about what to pack for some trips she had coming up. I probably should have done this before today, as she has already embarked on trip number one. Trip number two is still forthcoming, a short trip to a large city for a family celebration. My packing list above should suffice, though she may be able to get away with not packing a jacket. And instead of the black leather ankle boots maybe some sandals with a stiff sole. I know she loves those Saltwater sandals but I don’t think I’d want to wear them on the subway. Just as long as it’s not Yoga Slings -- I think those are kind of gross.

[fandomlife-giver]

Black Maid: Prologue

Summary: You are a Demon and has been a loyal servant to the Phantomhives for years, but after a great tragedy, what will happen when another Demon comes into the picture, and not only holds a deal for the soul of your young master, but also made it his mission to turn you into his mate?

Warnings: Demons

Word Count: 1117

3 Years Ago...                                                                                                       

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You were currently walking around the town square in London, searching for your young master. Tomorrow was his 10th birthday and you were given the job of managing his birthday party, as ordered by your master, Lord Phantomhive.

It was snowing and a large decorated Christmas tree was placed in the middle of the square, amongst the ladies and gentlemen walking around it.

He had wandered off from your master and mistress who had ordered you to search for him.

You finally spotted him in his green suit, brown gloves and red and white cover you had dressed him in earlier. You watched him closely as he approached a man.

"Hey Mr, tomorrow's my birthday, exciting huh!" He beamed up at the man. You swiftly moved to walk up behind them. "Oh, my young lord, please." You said, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"I apologize, sir. Please forgive my young master." You said while bowing your head. "Not to worry Madame, he is a very charming young man." The man said with a smile while removing his top hat. You gave him a closed-eyed smile in response.

"(Y/N) said that since tomorrow's my birthday, I can sleep in the same room with mother and father tomorrow night. And mother said she's going to read me as many stories as I want!" He happily informed.

You opened your eyes and peered down at him, your smile still on your face. "Well, that sounds very exciting, yes it does" The man said with a smile as he looked down at Ciel.

"Thank you sir, now young master, we best get back to your parents." You politely said while gently assuring him in the other direction. "Goodbye, Mr!" Ciel called, waving at the man, who only nodded his head with a small wave.

"(Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you to call me Ciel?" He said while poking your side.

You chuckled "My, my, you have been spending far too much time with Lady Elizabeth, my young lord." You said with a smirk as you both walked up to Your master and mistress.

"Oh, Ciel! There you are!" Rachel said as she ran up to Ciel, kneeling down and hugging him. "Oh (Y/N), you found him!" She happily exclaimed, letting go of Ciel and looking up at you.

"Yes, my lady. I found him sharing the good news of what tomorrow is to a very kind gentlemen." You informed as you helped her up.

"Well, at least you are alright, Ciel." Vincent said as he ran his hand over Ciel's face, making him giggle.

"Now, shall we go?" Vincent asked as he extended an arm for Rachel to take. She took his arm while holding Ciel's hand with her other. "Come, (Y/N)." Vincent said as they began walking. "Yes, sir." You said as you walked behind them.

You all arrived at the carriage and you opened the door for them. You bowed your head as you offered a hand to Rachel. She gladly accepted and climbed inside. Ciel did the same and Vincent stopped before entering.

"(Y/N)." He said turning to you. You lifted your head and looked at him. "Yes, master?"

His face fell serious as he was silent for a moment. "I would like a word with you in the morning after your chores." You gave him a charming smile and bowed your head. "Yes, my lord."

The Next Morning...

*At The Phantomhive Estate*                                                                     

"Young master, it is time for you to wake up." You said as you entered Ciel's room. He continued to snore as you opened the curtains and tied them in place.

You turned to see him yawn and rub his eyes. He groggily sat up and dangled his feet over the side of the bed while you gathered his outfit for the day: A white dress shirt, brown shorts, a brown jacket, black knee-high socks with their garters and brown heeled oxford shoes.

You pulled his night shirt over his head and pulled the sleeves of the night shirt over his arms, buttoning it up. "Pardon me, my young lord, but you don't seem as enlivened as I thought you would be this morning." you said as you pulled up his shorts before draping a brown tie around his neck, tying it into a perfect bow.

"Huh? Why would I be, (Y/N)?" He asked as you put on his jacket and buttoned it up. "Well, today is a very special day for you, is it not?" You questioned as you pulled up his socks along with their garters and elegantly placed his feet in his shoes.

He pondered for a second before his face lit up. "That's right!" He exclaimed, getting off his bed and looking up at you. "Today's my birthday!" He shouted as he ran out the door and down the hallway.

You sighed and walked out of Ciel's room. You closed his door and turned to see an old man with a monocle, wearing a butler's uniform.

"Good morning, Tanaka." You greeted with a smile. "Good morning, (Y/N)." He greeted back, returning your smile. "Lord Phantomhive has requested our presence." He informed. "Of course, then let us go." you said with a nod as you both started to walk to Vincent's study.

You knocked on the wooden pine door once you both arrived at his study. You heard a muffled 'Enter' and you opened the door, the both of you walked in.

You came to stand in front of his desk, he was standing with his back turned to the both of you, gazing out the window. "Sir, you requested our presence?" Tanaka asked. "Yes." He simply replied, not turning to face you. "Master, the arrangements for the young lord's birthday party have been made and I must say, he seems quite eager for his celebration." You informed, but he only hummed in response, still facing the window with his hands behind his back.

"I'm afraid the Queens guard dog will soon be destroyed." He said in a monotone voice.

Your eyes slightly widened while Tanaka's jaw dropped. "It can't be!" He said in complete shock.

He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Her majesty will obliterate the Lord Phantomhive, in other words...me." He said, still not looking at the two of you. "I don't understand." You said in confusion, stepping forward. "Yet I can bare no grudge against her, these are such troubled times..." He continued while closing his eyes. "But still-", he began, now turning to face the two of you. "I would appreciate it if you both keep it from Ciel, it is possible that I will be killed. You both should still remain loyal."

You narrowed your eyes at him and kept your face emotionless. "My Lord, it is my duty to protect you with my life, to remain loyal to you, even if I breathe my last breath-" "No." He firmly stated, causing you to stop and look at him in surprise.

"This is an order, (Y/N). In the event of my death, you will make no attempt to save me." He ordered in a firm voice.

Tanaka was still in shock, so he didn't notice the contract mark on the back of his neck brightly glow along with the contract mark on your left hand brightly glow underneath your silky white glove.

You closed your eyes and internally sighed before getting on one knee, doing a low bow. "Yes, my lord." You said. You lifted your head, your eyes turning a Fuischa pink for a moment.

"But my lord" Tanaka pleaded. "What have you ever known hatred to accomplish?" Vincent questioned with a soft smile.

You kind of felt bad for the fate of your master. He had a good soul, you have seen him be a good man, a great husband and an even better father and he surely didn't deserve the fate that was given to him.

Tanaka bowed his head with a sad expression. "Of course, sir, you are right...now I must go check the final arrangements." He said, quickly leaving the room with tears in his eyes, leaving the both of you in an awkward silence.

"Master" You finally said after a moment of silence. "I simply cannot stand and watch as the one thing I am supposed to prevent happen to you. After all, a demon's master always comes before any order given, now if I couldn't due something as simple as that, then what kind of maid would I be?" You said with a devilish smile.

He slightly laughed "Well, it appears you will or else you will break our contract and as you said, you will remain loyal to me until the end. Not to worry, you will still obtain my soul afterwards." He said, sitting down at his desk.

"(Y/N), may I ask a favor of you?" He said, looking up at you. You gave him your signature fake smile. "Of course, my lord"

He sighed. "I would very much like if you would keep this from Ciel, not only as my servant, but as my friend. Please...will you do me this one favor...as my friend?"

You went stiff for a moment, you have never been called a friend before. You were a demon and was only ever referred to as one or as a mere servant.

"If that is what you wish...Vincent." You said with a genuine smile. He smiled back at your words.

"Thank you, now, there is one last order I have for you." He said as he stood from his desk and walked to stand in front of you. You remained still and held an emotionless face, awaiting your orders.

"This is an order, (Y/N)." He began, both of your marks starting to glow. "No matter what may come of me, your first priority will always remain Ciel. You will protect and serve him as you have done for me and more, by any means necessary." He strongly ordered, your marks now shining brighter than they ever have before. Your eyes turned Fuischa and cat like as a dark, demonic ora began to surrounded you. "Yes, my lord."