#and i finished it last night and then drew for four hours to get the majority of this done

[silverfoxstole]

@crystalromana ‘s post yesterday got me thinking about what might happen if Liv and Helen decided the Doctor deserved a hug too.

[milstrim]

(’just in case you were an abusive asshole too’.)

@spagbol99​ you’ve got a lot to answer for

Bonus: this didn’t make the cut just due to comic things but i drew it so now you have to see it regardless

[celeryb1tch]

spencer reid x student!reader

18+! this post contains nsfw content

when spencer gets home from work he finds that you haven’t finished your essay, so he tries to ease your mind.

content: lots of pet names, fem!reader, you’re getting an arts degree lol, age gap but not too intense since this is early-ish seasons spencer, slight degradation at the end, reader orgasm, oral and fingering (r! receives), overstim, forced orgasm.

(i’m literally gay but i’ve been so delusional and in love with this fictional man lately i had to write something to get it out of my system!!!)

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when your boyfriend came home from work, tie loose and satchel abandoned on the kitchen counter, you felt a wave of embarrassment flush you. you were still working on the same essay you had been last night; the one spencer made you promise you’d finish today.

“how is my pretty girl?” he asked, laying back beside you on the couch. when he leaned over to kiss you chastely, your stomach churned and you shut your laptop quickly.

you could feel hot tears start to pool in your eyes, biting back the sob you so desperately needed to get out. spencer took one look at your face and sighed, wrapping an arm around you.

“oh, baby. you didn’t finish it?”

“i tried!” you protested, your eyes squeezed shut to avoid seeing his disappointed face. “please don’t be mad at me.”

spencer’s gentle hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb across it lightly. “look at me, angel. i’m not mad.”

the floodgates opened when you finally dared to look at him, seeing his mouth pressed in a flattened line. tears streaked your face and it only added to the embarrassment. your boyfriend was a capable man, and here you were crying because you couldn’t finish a stupid essay before he got home from his 9-to-5.

he tried to hold you closer, but you struggled against him. you didn’t deserve his comfort or his sympathy. he settled for running his free hand through your hair soothingly. “hey, just talk to me. what went wrong, can i help?”

you shook your head, fighting through a hiccupped sob to answer. “i couldn’t find the last source i need. i was sifting through articles for like four hours, and i just gave up.”

ever the problem solver, spencer smiled down at you softly. “okay, let me take a look. you know i have fairly good research skills, they’re kinda required for my job.”

“you don’t get it!” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. “you go to work all day and i can’t even find one source. one! i shouldn’t need your help for everything.”

recognition flashed in his eyes, and then he really pulled you in. it was useless to relent, you could feel the determination in his touch. he shushed you softly, one hand wrapped around you firmly while the other drew patterns on your back. when your breaths slowed and your sobs subsided, he pulled back to hold you at arms’ length. “baby, you are one of the smartest people i know.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and spencer grabbed your chin to ensure you couldn’t look away.

“i wouldn’t lie. no one i know is as sensitive as you are, as empathetic and in touch with their emotions. that’s what makes you so good at this program. i certainly couldn’t complete your degree.”

and you knew how bad at concealing the truth your boyfriend was, so reluctantly you believed him. “thank you,” you just about whispered.

his eyes cast pure adoration on you, even as your tear-stained cheeks were red and raw. “your incredible brain is one of the reasons i fell in love with you. so if you can’t find anything, there must be a reason. could you please just let me take a look?”

spencer had indisputably won you over, one arm still holding you to his side as he opened your laptop on his own lap. you relaxed into him, head pressed to his chest where you could hear his heart beating perfectly. with a hum, he scanned your tabs in a matter of seconds, scrolling to the bottom of the search result page at a speed the computer could barely keep up with. “i know what it is, but you’re not going to be happy.”

lifting your head, you squinted at your boyfriend inquisitively.

“you were typing the date wrong, honey. the last two numbers were flipped.”

you felt that feeling of incapability rush through you again, your eyes stinging in preparation to cry. but spencer was right there to prevent you from shutting down, hand on your head passing slow strokes in comfort.

his lips hitched into a small sympathetic smile when he looked down at you. “my poor girl, worked yourself up so hard your brain stopped working. too much essay writing this week.”

and of course, he was right. you’d been running yourself ragged recently trying to keep up with deadlines, not to mention the extra work you’d taken on early to prevent overwhelm for finals. when you’d told him your plan, spencer had advised against it. he didn’t want you sacrificing your sanity now for a bit more time with your boyfriend in a few months. but never not supportive, he relented and instead helped you draft a schedule to complete everything.

you couldn’t feel too stupid with spencer’s sweet voice telling you that you weren’t. “it’s not even due until next week, remember? i just wanted you to finish it tonight so i could take you out to dinner,” he confided sheepishly. “you’ve been working so hard, i wanted to reward you.”

despite knowing it was physically impossible (as spencer reminded you often), you could feel your heart swell from the overwhelming love you felt for your boyfriend. you pecked kisses all over his face incessantly until he swatted you away, blushing crimson from the unexpected affection. “okay, where are we going?”

spencer hummed mischievously in faux thought, tucking your wild hairs back from your face. “you didn’t finish your essay, so i actually think it’s only fair to punish you. at least before i take you out anyway.”

a heat bloomed in you, both in your cheeks and between your legs. it was rare that your boyfriend was anything but tooth-achingly sweet with you, saving his more dominant side for certain circumstances. apparently this was one of them. “oh, really? how are you gonna punish me, sir?”

he pulled you into his lap, mouth finding your neck immediately. “if you’re going to be stupid, i might as well treat you like you are. i know how much you like it when i call you a dumb slut, despite the fact that we’re both aware of how intelligent you are.”

your core ached with need, fluttering at his words. “that’s kinda fucked up, huh? i shouldn’t want that.”

“actually, it’s fairly common, especially for women with a high amount of stress in their everyday lives. most people enjoy some form of degradation and or praise when having sex.”

“spencer,” you groaned. his beautiful brain always had to get in the way of the fun, not that you seriously minded.

he smiled, pressing his lips to yours again. “sorry, baby. yes, it makes you a very naughty girl.”

despite the pure love in his eyes and his touch, you felt a pang of arousal when he degraded you. it felt good to be demeaned by someone who thought so highly of you. so you let him pin you against the couch, clothes long forgotten, and relished in his nasty words as he sunk to his knees before you.

your laptop was somewhere on the ground, still open to that unfinished document. but it was the last thing on your mind when you felt spencer’s mouth trailing down your front. his fingers hooked your panties, pulling them down with a string of arousal attached. “fuck,” he grumbled. “you are a little slut, aren’t you?”

you struggled to respond as his fingers passed through your folds, thumb toying with your clit lightly. “mhm, yours.”

“that’s right, baby.” all of the showy dominance dropped for a second when he smiled up at you, that familiar twinkle of passion in his eyes. and then he ate you out.

all you could do was grip the bedsheets, small whines leaving you each time he ran his tongue roughly up your clit. he’d take a moment to kiss your inner thighs, slipping two fingers inside to hit that sweet spot when he wasn’t lavishing it with his mouth. it wasn’t long before you were on the edge, feeling the knot snap in your stomach. with a start, you gasped through your orgasm, spencer’s hand finding yours to soothingly stroke his thumb across your knuckles. but as your breaths slowed, he didn’t.

“spence, i’m done,” you panted, hand gripping his hair.

“no you’re not.”

with a roll of your eyes, you tried to pull your hips away to no avail. his fingers were still pumping into you at a relentless pace. his head raised to meet your eyes, slick across his lips. he looked wild like this, disheveled, so different from your normal boyfriend, who was almost too sweet for his own good. “i told you this was a punishment.”

even knelt between your legs, this spencer was in complete control. his gaze was locked on yours, watching every tiny movement when he skimmed his thumb across your clit again. your core reignited when you realized what was going on. he was going to force you to cum again.

“please, too much” you whined, free hand pushing the top of his head away in a superficial effort. you couldn’t think properly with the intensity of the overstimulation.

spencer licked his lips, voice gravelly in a tone it only reached when he was purely aroused. “you can take it, honey. i know you can be a good girl for me. don’t you wanna be good?”

you nodded silently. there wasn’t much you could do but let him fuck you stupid.

“that’s it. gonna make you dumb, yeah? i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think.” his head dipped down, resuming his wet, sloppy kisses to your clit. and with the combined effects of his words and actions, you were cumming again quickly.

you were unabashedly moaning now, jaw slacked open and eyes screwed shut. you were far past the point of caring what you looked like to the man furiously devouring you between your legs. your hand gripped his tighter, feeling his fingers pound a bit harder in acknowledgment.

your second orgasm felt like being catapulted into the atmosphere. it was sharper, practically knocking the air from your lungs. it took you a few moments to stop panting.

spencer grinned up at you, a sight for sore eyes in your clouded vision. “thinking about anything, baby?” he asked. and when he only received a small shake of your head, “good.”

his mouth returned to your core, soft kitten licks causing you to twitch and wince away. he squeezed your hand firmly, giving you a stern look. “only cleaning you up this time, promise.”

once you weren’t dripping arousal down your thighs, spencer pulled you onto him when he sat back down on the couch. all you could focus on were his warm, strong hands tracing sequences on your skin. he loved to imagine binary code, mapping it out on you because he knew the motion calmed you down.

you were barely conscious, brain buzzing like tv static in the post-sex bliss. you heard spencer chuckle to himself before saying, “so i think we’re getting takeout.”

[bellaxgiornata]

The Devil at Your Window |1: Snowed In|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word count: 8k

Warnings/Tags: 18+; fluff, flirting, sexual tension, light angst, pining, eventual smut, identity reveal, and lots of black suit Matty

Series summary: In the middle of a New York City blizzard, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen accidentally lands himself on your fire escape–quite literally. When he accepts your invitation to warm up inside your apartment, you're surprised at how well the conversation flows all night with the curious and attractive masked vigilante. He's intriguing, though what you find even more intriguing is his unexpected returns to your window after that night–and his flirting. But when it seems like you're not the only one beginning to develop real feelings, he pulls back and you're left wondering two things: Why did he disappear and who really is the mysterious Devil that you've inevitably fallen for?

a/n: Just a short collection of one shots that I'll update whenever the ideas strike. It'll be told in a style like Falling for the Devil but it won't get nearly as long (unless y'all end up loving it, too). I just couldn't deny giving us all the fantasy of black suit Matt reappearing at your apartment window and all the flirting, sexual tension, feelings, and naughty things that might ensue... The installment list for this little series can be found here and feedback is always appreciated!

Tag list: @danzer8705 @darkened-writer

Picking up the steaming mug of tea you’d just finished making from off the kitchen counter, you cradled your other hand around the warmth of the ceramic and drew it towards your chest as you turned and headed back towards your living room. The small spot of heat against the front of your sweatshirt caused a shiver to run down your spine as your sock-clad feet padded along the cold hardwood floor and back towards your couch. 

It was freezing inside your apartment tonight and the blustering snow storm raging outside in Hell’s Kitchen wasn't helping. Thankfully your office had already announced its closure for tomorrow before you'd finished work earlier this evening. The snow had already started to dump from the sky before you’d even left the office, falling heavy and wild as it accumulated in a cover of white that blanketed everything in the city. It would have been beautiful if you hadn’t needed to walk home afterwards in the frigid mess–especially with the way the large clumps of snowflakes pelted and battered you in the face over and over, the cold stinging at your skin. 

The city was expected to get a whopping eighteen inches of snowfall minimum over the next twenty-four hours, so you were grateful that your boss wanted as little to do with making it into work tomorrow as you did, especially because you couldn’t afford to do anything but walk to the office. The last thing you wanted to do was trudge through all of that mess and slip on a patch of ice, inevitably falling in a massive pile of snow and leaving you stuck in damp dress clothes all day. 

No, you'd rather stay dry and cozy at home enjoying a lazy day off of work.

You were just hoping the power in your apartment building remained intact throughout the fury of the winter storm. You didn’t want to think about losing the heat in your building in the middle of all of this. Another shiver ran through you as you pushed the thought away–hopefully not something you’d need to worry about tonight. 

But since you didn’t have work first thing in the morning, you had every intention of enjoying your night. You’d immediately come home and thrown off your dress clothes before settling on something comfortable–soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt sans bra underneath. Then you’d made dinner and cleaned it up fast before claiming your ‘spot’ for the evening on your couch. Which consisted of both of your blankets and the television remote while you binged a guilty pleasure show that you hadn’t had time to catch up on for the past few weeks. Tonight you were intending to stay up a bit late, cozy up beneath your blankets, drink some hot tea, and lose yourself in the plot and romance of the show before eventually dragging your tired ass to bed in the hopes of sleeping in tomorrow to make up for staying up late. 

Eyes focused on the paused television screen as you moved, you rounded the side of your couch while drawing your steaming mug up to your lips. You sipped at the warm liquid, reveling in it for a moment before you swallowed it down. You could feel it heat you from the inside out as a pleasant sensation washed over you. Your eyes closed briefly for a moment–it was the first time you’d actually felt warm today. 

Opening your eyes, you continued towards the couch and began to lower yourself down onto the cushions while trying not to spill any of your tea from the mug. Just as you were about to sit back down on the couch and cocoon yourself in both of your blankets, ready to settle in for more of your show, something outside the window to your right caught your attention. Your head spun in the direction just as a flash of black dashed past the window and a loud bang reverberated through your apartment. 

A frightened yelp slipped out of you at the sound and you clutched your mug tight to your chest, your heart thudding heavily in terror. Whatever had just literally dropped onto your fire escape had been large, especially with the sound of that impact. Sucking in a breath, you held it as you stared transfixed at the window, almost ridiculously terrified it would be some sort of wild animal–like a bear or a wolf–on your fire escape. 

Though, more realistically considering you were in New York City, you knew it was probably a burglar. Who else would be traversing fire escapes late at night? Especially dressed in all dark clothes? Except…that also seemed a little ridiculous, too. There was a literal blizzard happening outside, meaning everyone would be home. In their apartments. Making it impossible for a burglar to break into anyone’s place unseen. Plus, it was insane outside, what criminal would risk dealing with that right now?

So what the hell had just fallen onto your fire escape?

Another thought struck you soon after and your lips parted in shock at the idea as you blew out the breath you’d been holding. With trembling hands, you very slowly reached out, carefully placing your mug of tea onto the coffee table before you without taking your eyes off of your window. Gradually, almost nervously, you rose to your feet before taking hesitant step after hesitant step forward. Another sharp, surprised gasp flew out of you when you saw the dark figure sit upright on your fire escape, bent in half as if they were in pain. Which made sense, considering the fall they’d just taken.

But your body froze up instantly at the sight of the man dressed in all black bent in half and dusted in white patches of snow. He wasn’t a burglar at all. With the black cloth tied over his head and the form fitting shirt he was wearing, there was absolutely no mistaking who he was. You'd certainly seen enough images of him plastered across the media. 

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had just fallen onto your fire escape.

Eyes widening in shock at the infamous vigilante attempting to pull himself up to his feet, one of his gloved hands holding onto the metal railing of your fire escape, you were suddenly overcome with the urge to check on him. To make sure he wasn’t seriously injured from that fall. 

Without thinking your actions through, you crossed the last few steps to the window and unlatched the locks before pushing it up. The masked figure immediately spun towards you at the sound as a bitter gust of wind burst its way into your apartment, chilling you instantly while those thick snowflakes once again assailed your face. For a moment you locked eyes with him–or at least, it seemed like you did despite the fabric covering half of his face–as your mouth hung open. You suddenly found yourself at a loss of what to say in the moment. And considering the way his lips thinned out along his face and the way he remained silent, he clearly wasn’t going to strike up a conversation with you, either.

Eyes darting down, you saw he had one gloved hand clutching at his right side as if it hurt him. His shoulders were hunched in on himself as his back faced the violent winds blowing snow relentlessly. Seeing him in person for the first time ever–something you’d never expected in your life considering how elusive the media made him out to be–you realized just how thin and unprotective his clothes really were. Especially tonight considering the cold weather. He had to be freezing.

An icy wind whistled loudly, another flurry of heavy snowflakes pelting you right in the face and breaking you from your thoughts. Blinking the snow from your lashes, you finally found your voice. 

“Are you alright?” you asked hesitantly, unsure how one should approach the masked man. “I just–just saw you fall. It looked like it hurt.”

He gave a curt shake of his head, wincing before he turned more towards the railing. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he replied.

Something warm flooded your veins at the gravelly tone of his voice. It suited him somehow, even if it sounded fake. Like he was pitching his voice lower to sound like someone else in order to hide his identity. Not that you'd probably have recognized him anyway. 

With his back partially to you now, especially this close when there was barely a few feet of space between the pair of you, you could see just how incredibly muscular this man was. His black shirt clung to him like a second skin, the toned abdominal muscles on his upper body clearly visible even from just his profile. Even the pectoral muscles of his chest were well defined and visible beneath the sheen of black. His arms were thick–far too big for just one of your hands to wrap around. And as your gaze lingered lower, you fought back the thoughts that entered your mind at the sight of how large his thighs were in those tight pants–and how pleasant a profile his ass also had. You wondered briefly if he'd gained all that from working out or if it had more to do with his nightly activities.

Though when you saw him grab onto the metal railing of your fire escape with both of his gloved hands, the movement drawing your attention away from observing him as he attempted to swing himself over it, you nearly screamed as you lurched forward. You lived on the fifth floor, was this man really about to fling himself off of the fire escape from all the way up here? 

But the scream died in your throat the moment he cried out in pain, his feet slipping from off of the railing as he fell back onto your fire escape. He let out a hiss of pain as he clutched at his clearly injured side.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out, shoving the window open wider despite the cold and snow and leaning further forward. “You’re clearly not okay. Do you need something? An ambulance or something? Is there someone I can call? Or–or something I can do to help?”

The man rolled off his injured side and onto his back, gradually turning towards you as he lay on the fire escape. You hadn’t expected the amused and pained chuckle he emitted while the snow accumulated on the entire front of him, lightly covering the thin layer of his black shirt. Which you’d noticed had ridden up, revealing a small sliver of skin just above the dark, form fitting pants he was wearing. You tried hard to not keep glancing back at that patch of skin as it slowly rose higher and higher, unsure why you were so distracted by it.

The sound of his amusement soon drew you back to the moment and you cringed. Why the hell was he laughing?

“Are you alright? Did you…hit your head?” you asked him cautiously. “Maybe you have a concussion…”

Another amused sound slipped out of him, but that was quickly followed by a pained groan as he tried to once again rise up onto his feet. “I don’t have a concussion,” he assured you.

“You sure?” you asked, an eyebrow arching onto your forehead as you crossed your arms over your chest to stay warm when you began to shiver from the cold. “Because this doesn’t seem like a funny situation to me.”

“Well,” he grunted out, wincing as he drew back up to his full height, “normally I’m the one offering assistance, not the other way around. So yeah,” he continued with a faint shrug, your eyes once again catching the way he was holding his side, “it’s kind of amusing. In an…irritating sort of way.”

Your heart sank to your stomach at his words. “Oh, sorry,” you muttered, heat rushing up to your face instantly. “I didn’t mean to be annoying. I was just concerned–”

He took a half step forward, cutting you off as he waved a hand between the pair of you. He shook his head, letting out a slight huff of laughter. “No, I didn’t mean you were irritating. Just…this situation. The–the snow and the falling part.” In a quieter voice he added, “And having an audience for it.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you stood there studying him for a moment. He was injured and wearing barely anything at all in the middle of a blizzard. He looked like he needed help even if he seemed like the type not to ask for it.

“Do you want to come inside?” you blurted, unable to stop yourself. “I mean, to get warm and maybe sit down for a moment? I could call an ambulance or–or a taxi or something to bring you to a hospital.”

Another amused huff of laughter slipped out of him as he shook his head. “No hospitals, please. I’ll be alright. But…if you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind a moment to warm up.” His gloved hand lowered, pinching a bit of fabric from his shirt as he glanced down at it. “Admittedly this doesn’t offer much protection from the elements.”

You eyed the thin material between his gloves doubtfully. “Doesn’t look like it offers much protection from anything,” you told him.

A surprised bark of laughter peeled out of him, the sound drawing a smile onto your face. You’d made the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen laugh. Now that was something you weren’t going to forget anytime soon. He didn’t seem like the type to break character easily.

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” he agreed, his laughter subsiding.

Taking a step back from the window, you waved a hand towards him, gesturing for him to come inside. “How about you come in so I can close this window and we both can stop freezing?” you suggested, surprised at how bold you sounded considering who it was you were speaking with. “I’m shivering already so I can only imagine how cold you must be.”

You watched as his lips curled up into a charming grin at the corners, just beneath the black fabric of his mask. It was impossible to deny that he had a handsome face–at least, from what you could see of it. You imagined the rest of it to be just as attractive beneath that cloth and a sudden intense curiosity to know what the rest of it looked like overtook you as you watched him carefully climb through your opened window. He moved slowly, wincing in pain as he made his way inside. Despite his tough act, that fall must’ve really hurt his side and you frowned, wishing he’d accept your offer to help. There was no way he was as fine as he claimed to be, surely he needed medical attention.

“Takes a special kind of person to just invite me into their home so readily,” the Devil’s rough tone came out as he turned his back to you, shutting the window after himself. “Normally people prefer to avoid me.”

“You’re not dangerous,” you replied almost instantly.

The window closed with a sharp clack before his masked face turned over his snow-dusted shoulder, his attention fixed on you. “Oh?” he asked curiously, a smirk growing over his lips. “I’m not?”

Your eyes were drawn to his mouth, though it wasn’t like there was anywhere else to look when you spoke to him with that mask covering most of his face. The smirk appeared teasing, and for some reason that had the hair on the back of your neck bristling. You suddenly became very aware of the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra beneath your loose sweatshirt and it was now cold in your apartment. Quickly your arms wrapped over your chest, hugging yourself tight. His lips almost seemed to curl ever higher in response.

“I mean, you are ,” you amended, “but to, you know, criminals.” 

You swallowed hard when he remained still, gazing at you over his shoulder wordlessly.There was something almost predatory in the way he was studying you. It was easy to see how this lone man terrified the criminals on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, striking fear into them. He certainly had a presence. Goosebumps rippled beneath the sleeves of your sweatshirt at his continued silent stare.

“Right?” you asked tentatively, voice softer.

His smirk vanished as the other corner of his mouth curled upwards into what felt like a warm smile despite you being unable to see if it reached his eyes. He nodded gently, turning slowly back towards you as he did. 

“That's correct,” he agreed, brushing the snow from his broad shoulders. “I’m only dangerous to criminals. So unless you’re hiding any dead bodies or have some outstanding charges…?”

You laughed, though abruptly you snatched your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to quiet the noise instantly. He was witty and funny. You weren’t anticipating that. Or the way your reaction to his quips seemed to please him, like he was trying to charm you. Which seemed even more curious, considering who he was and what he spent his nights doing. 

“Can't say that I do,” you said. “I'm probably the most boring person in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Well now,” he replied teasingly, “don't sell yourself short. I'm sure you're not taking that title  all by yourself.” 

That charming smile was back on his face and it had your stomach fluttering. Tearing your eyes away from him, you noticed the television was still paused on your show. Paused on a scene where the two actors on screen were clearly about to kiss. Cheeks burning, you hurried over and grabbed the remote from the couch and turned it off. 

“You can make yourself comfortable if you want,” you told him, trying to keep the embarrassment out of your tone. “I've got a couple of blankets you can use to help warm you up.”

His heavy boots thudded with each of his steps as he crossed the room and made his way to the couch. You bent over, grabbing both blankets from your place on the couch where you'd previously been curled up as he passed behind you. The moment one of his cold gloves brushed against your back, you froze.

“Sorry,” he whispered. 

“No it's–it's fine,” you replied. 

He passed behind you before settling onto the opposite end of the couch from where you had clearly taken residence. You forced a smile onto your face as you turned and leaned over, holding out the blankets towards him. 

Pull yourself together , you internally chastised yourself. Just because it's been a while since you've had a man here doesn't mean you need to react to every little thing. That's not what this is, obviously. 

“Thank you,” he said, accepting the blankets from your outstretched hand. 

You nodded before sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch, keeping space between you and him. Curling your legs up under yourself, you watched as the Devil wasted no time throwing both blankets around himself, beginning to visibly shiver beneath them as he tried to warm up.

“Are you sure you don't want me to call anyone?” you asked him.

“No one to call,” he answered. “And a hospital would defeat the purpose of trying to remain anonymous.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” you muttered, glancing away and spotting the forgotten tea on your coffee table. “Would you like something to drink at least? Some water or some hot tea, maybe?”

His masked head tilted curiously to the side at your question, a grin returning to his plush lips. “Playing hostess?” he asked. 

“Well I'm sure you've got to be thirsty running around Hell’s Kitchen and fighting criminals all the time,” you explained. “I always sort of wondered if you stashed water bottles around the city or stopped for water breaks somewhere–not where you live, I imagine. Since you're trying to keep your identity hidden.” Your eyes narrowed as you added, “Or do you just let yourself get dehydrated every time you're out? Because that's not good for you, you know.”

The Devil's grin grew wider as he shifted on the couch, facing you even more from his place on the cushions. “Oh?” he asked, curiosity in his tone. “You've thought about me before, have you?”

Eyes dropping down to your lap, you smiled sheepishly as you shrugged. “I mean, I've had some theories circulating about you ever since you kept reappearing in the news,” you admitted awkwardly. “Sort of hard not to.”

“Well now you have to indulge me,” he teased. “Enlighten me on some of these theories of yours.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you continued to avoid his covered stare. “I mean, they're not that interesting…”

“Oh come on,” he tried again. “It's not like we don't have the time. And maybe I can confirm or deny some of them for you. Besides, I admit I’m curious to know what you think of me. Especially being so willing to offer help like you did.”

Chewing your bottom lip, you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes. He looked far less intimidating beneath your blush pink blanket now. What would it hurt if you told him a few of your ideas about the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen? Maybe he might laugh at them, but would hearing that sound again be all that bad? And it truly would be interesting to learn more about the mysterious vigilante, something you'd probably never have the opportunity to do again. 

“Okay,” you agreed with a nod. Straightening up on the couch, you turned to face him more fully. “So I've always thought with the way that you fight that you were trained by some sort of secret ninja assassin organization.”

A hearty chuckle filled your living room at your first theory. The pleasant and resonant noise left you grinning as your stomach fluttered in response. You briefly wondered how often the Devil actually laughed when he was out. 

“I cannot confirm nor deny that,” he responded. 

The playful smile that kept appearing on his face was beginning to further disarm you. You found yourself enjoying his company, soon becoming used to the way half his face was hidden from sight with that ridiculous fabric. And for some reason your unexplainable attraction to him was only growing. 

“Next theory,” he prodded, the smile on his face apparent even in his voice. 

“You're not wealthy,” you stated, leaning forward and grabbing your tea from the coffee table.

“Oh, ow,” he joked, playfully recoiling back from you on the couch. “What makes you say that?”

You waved a hand at him across from you as you settled back into the cushions, mug in hand. “Because you wear clothing that is obviously not meant to protect you very well in a fight,” you answered. “I imagine if you had money you'd have something…nicer. Meant for what you do. And,” you continued, pausing long enough to drink down some of your now barely warm tea, aware of him focused on you, “you protect Hell’s Kitchen. Only Hell’s Kitchen. This part of the city isn't exactly filled with the wealthiest people. And with how dedicated you are to everyone here, I assume it's because you probably grew up here yourself. Most likely still reside here, too.”

The Devil hummed appreciatively when you'd quieted, his masked gaze still on you. You swore you could feel it as you drank down more of your tea.

“You're observant,” he mused. “Maybe I need to watch myself around you.”

A surge of pride swelled in your chest; you hadn't expected his praise. Or the way it would make you feel. And apparently, you'd guessed something right about him. 

“You're also not married or in a serious relationship,” you blurted before you could help yourself, wondering what more you could learn about him.

“Poor and unlovable?” the Devil asked with a surprised laugh. “That's what you think of me?”

“No,” you disagreed, laughing a little with him as you shook your head. “No, but I mean, I imagine you don't have time for someone else. And I figure most people wouldn’t like their partner going out and doing what you do. Putting yourself in danger.”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, shifting on the couch and making himself more comfortable. “A partner would certainly be…a distraction. A liability. One I couldn't really afford to have. So no, you're not wrong, I don't have one.”

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers fidgeting with the mug in your hands. Half of you was hoping to hear that he wasn't with anyone–though you refused to admit to yourself why that mattered–but the other half of you had heard the way he'd said that a partner would be a distracting liability and you’d felt a sad pang hit you in the chest. Considering how much he seemed to be enjoying your company when he didn't even know you had you guessing that the Devil was a lonely man deep down. 

But that wasn't a theory you felt comfortable sharing. 

“Any others?” he asked, breaking through your thoughts.

Clearing your throat, you focused back on him across the couch from you. His smile had disappeared, his lips now downturned at the corners just a bit. His posture had changed in your silence, the same as his mood, as if he'd picked up on the subtle change in yours somehow. 

Strange.

“I imagine you're the kind of guy who's fridge is always empty,” you answered.

A ghost of a smile reappeared on his face as he huffed out an amused breath. You couldn't fight the smile returning to your own lips at the sight of his again. 

“Well hey now,” he countered lightly, “there's usually beer. Sometimes orange juice and eggs.”

You giggled, unable to stop yourself. “Who'd have guessed the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is just your average bachelor?” 

“Average?” he repeated in mock offense, his head tilting to the side. “I'm just average now?”

Quirking a brow at him in a challenging manner, your own head cocked to the side. “Maybe tell me more about yourself and I could say otherwise,” you boldly teased back. 

“Well obviously,” he began, grinning at you in a way that had your body heating, “I can't exactly do that now can I? Defeats the purpose–

“Of remaining anonymous,” you finished for him. “I've picked up on the importance of that.” 

A silence soon settled between the pair of you, one that slowly began to cause your nerves to grow with the way he kept smiling at you. Once again you desperately found yourself wanting to see the rest of his face, curious to know just how handsome he really was under that black mask. Though you settled for studying what you could see, your eyes tracing the soft curves of his pink lips, noticing the way they very minutely twitched under your scrutiny. Eventually your gaze dropped down, following the hard lines of his stubbled jaw. As your eyes trailed further down, they lingered on the part of his neck that wasn't covered by the blankets he’d wrapped around himself for warmth. A heat burned in you as the urge to reach out and just touch him, just to see if he was real, suddenly grew within you. It didn't help that it almost felt like you could feel the weight of his own eyes fixed on you beneath the mask, once again making you very aware of your lack of bra beneath your sweatshirt.

Catching your lip between your teeth, you noticed the way his throat bobbed with a hard swallow. Had he been having similar thoughts? Observing you, too? 

Inhaling a sharp breath through your nose at the idea, you knew you needed to stop this line of thinking and stop it fast. There was absolutely no way the Devil would be interested in you. Certainly not like that. That was absurd.

“Would you like something to eat?” you asked, trying to calm your pulse. “If your fridge is empty all the time I'm guessing you could use something to eat.”

“I mean, I suppose if you’re–”

He stopped short the exact moment that the lights died, throwing the pair of you into almost complete darkness. You sucked in a breath, turning to look out the window just to your right. It was eerily dark outside, a sight that was rare in the city. Even the buildings across the street had been thrown into darkness. There was nothing but the howling wind and snow outside.

“Guess it was too much to hope the power wouldn’t go out in this mess,” you breathed out.

“I suppose so,” he replied, his tone just as soft.

Reaching blindly forward, you set your almost empty mug onto the coffee table before you. For a moment you reached around on the surface until your fingers brushed against your phone. You picked it up and unlocked the screen, grateful for the bit of light it shed in the dark as you turned on the flashlight function.

“So I can’t offer you a nice cooked meal without power,” you told him, rising to your feet, “but I can get you an apple and a couple of protein bars? If you’d…like?”

“You don’t have to, but I’d appreciate it,” he said.

“It’s the least I can do for the man who does so much for the rest of us,” you told him, maneuvering around the couch and navigating your way to the kitchen by the light of your phone. “I’d feel awful leaving you hungry and dehydrated.”

Wrapping one arm around your chest to try to fight the chill that had been steadily creeping into you, you headed towards a cabinet near the sink. Reaching up, you grabbed a glass from out of it before taking a moment to fill it beneath the faucet before setting it along the countertop. Then you plucked an apple out of a fruit bowl on your counter, taking a moment to rinse it off first. The moment you’d turned off the faucet you heard his voice from across the apartment.

“You’re cold.”

For a moment you found it odd how his words hadn’t come out as a question but more of an observation, though you quickly shrugged the strangeness of that aside. You set the apple down on the counter beside the glass of water before sliding a step to your right and opening up another cabinet.

“It’s alright, I’m fine,” you answered, trying to shine the light from your phone into the cabinet to read the labels on the boxes. “I wasn’t the one out in that snowstorm wearing barely anything at all.”

“You say that like I was out there naked.”

His voice had unexpectedly come from just behind you this time and it jolted your heart in your chest instantly. His sudden proximity mixed with his word choice had you startling on the spot. Your hand that had been about to pull the box of protein bars out of the cabinet accidentally bumped it instead, causing the entire box to slip off of the shelf. But before it could tumble to the floor and spill its contents, a black gloved hand darted out beside your face, catching it before it had barely fallen six inches. 

You stood there rooted to the spot, his hand just brushing your arm as his held the box of protein bars. The hair on the back of your neck had risen, aware that he was standing barely a foot behind you now. Slowly, you turned over your shoulder to look at him. Your pulse quickened further at how close his face was to yours. He was looking at you, too. Or at least, he was facing you. Eyes dropping down, you couldn’t help but notice that mouth of his again. 

“I apologize,” he said, your eyes watching as his lips moved. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Sometimes I forget how quiet I can be. I just wanted to give you one of the blankets. No sense in me using both when you’re cold.”

“Oh,” you whispered, unable to form any other response.

With his attention still on you, he reached up and slid the box back onto the shelf. Then he seemed to take a purposeful step back from you, his lips set in a straight line. You wondered what was going on in his mind right now, because you were sure there had to be something. Had he felt the tension you’d just felt? Or were you just ridiculous and overly hopeful?

And why did it even matter? You were never going to see this man again after tonight anyway.

Blinking a few times, you returned your attention to the shelf. Reaching up, you slid your hand into the box that had nearly taken a nosedive to your kitchen floor and pulled out two protein bars. Keeping your eyes actively focused away from the Devil nearby, you closed the cabinet and slid a step back to your left, grabbing the glass of water in your hand with your phone and the apple in the same hand as the bars. Though before you could turn around, you felt something gently drape over your shoulders. Looking down, you noticed it was the pink blanket he’d been wearing.

“Like I said,” he repeated, “there’s no sense in me using both.”

“Right,” you whispered, pulse pounding in your throat.

Turning on your heel, you stepped past him and made your way back to the living room by the light of your phone. This time you heard the heavy steps of him following after you. You assumed that was intentional.

“So why were you out in this blizzard tonight anyway?” you asked him, making your way around the couch. You hoped having something to talk about would distract you from whatever it was he kept stirring inside of you. “Surely there aren’t a lot of crimes being committed in this weather?”

The Devil let out a light laugh as he accepted the offered glass of water and food from you. One of your brows quirked curiously onto your forehead at his reaction as you sat back down in your original spot on the couch. Though you noticed as he took a large drink from the cup while lowering himself onto the cushions that he’d sat closer to you than before. You watched as he ripped open a protein bar and tore off a large bite next, but he didn't answer until a moment later when he’d swallowed the bite down. Internally you noted he must’ve been hungrier than he let on with the way he was devouring that bar and you’d wished you’d had more food to offer him with the power out.

“You’d be correct,” he told you. “And yet I still stupidly made my way out into this storm tonight in the hopes of catching a lead on something. Instead all I got was my ass frozen and my side bruised.” 

You watched as he took another large bite of the protein bar, chewing it almost contemplatively as his head canted to the side. You could still see him in the beam of light from your phone which you were still clutching in your hand. Somehow this lighting made him even more appealing as it cast sharp shadows along his jaw.

“Though I suppose unexpectedly meeting you was a highlight,” he added, causing your cheeks to flush. “But you know, you never did give me your name.”

“Well you never exactly gave me yours,” you immediately quipped back.

Those beautiful lips of his curved upwards yet again as he chewed the last bite of the first protein bar. What you wouldn’t give to see if that smile had reached his eyes.

“Alright, point taken,” he replied. 

Tearing your gaze away from him, you focused on your phone. If you kept the flashlight running the battery would die in no time. And who knew how long the power might be out for, you might need it later. You supposed you didn't need it on just for a conversation.

“I’m going to turn the flashlight off on my phone for now, if that's alright?” you told him, fingers darting across the screen to do just that. “Might need the battery on this later.”

“That’s alright,” he replied, sounding as if he was chewing another bite of food. “I don’t need it.”

He’d made the comment just as you’d leaned forward to set your phone back onto the coffee table, but you’d paused as the words processed in your mind. Your eyes narrowed again as your mind raced. Something about the way he’d said that sounded as if it had another meaning to it. But before you could put too much thought into it, he’d changed the topic.

“You’re still cold,” he pointed out. “That blanket alone isn't helping.”

Brows furrowing together as you slowly sat back, you wondered how he could possibly know that. The pair of you were in almost pitch black again with your phone flashlight off. It wasn't like he could see you and you hadn't been shivering, though there were definitely goosebumps dotting your skin. How could he possibly know? 

“I’m fine,” you said, pulling the blanket you had on tighter around yourself. “It’s bound to get colder here with the power out now.”

“And with how long you had your window open earlier,” he added. “The temperature is going to drop in here faster than it would have if you hadn’t helped me.”

You sighed, frowning in his general direction. “So much for being able to help you warm up,” you muttered. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” he assured you.

It felt as if he was shifting on the couch nearby. Your brows knitted further together as you tried to make out what he was doing through the dark. All you could see was a faint mass of black that seemed darker than the rest of the blackness. Then moments later you felt a blanket being draped over your lap. 

“No, uh uh,” you said, shaking your head and immediately grabbing the blanket. “There’s two blankets, we can clearly share.”

“You’re freezing,” he countered. 

“And you’re not cold?” you shot back.

“Doesn’t matter, you’ve already been far kinder than I deserved this evening,” he replied.

You grabbed the blanket in your hands and stubbornly tossed it back in his general direction. An audible sigh sounded through the darkness to your left.

“You know I can just leave, right?” he told you. “Which would leave you with no reason to not use both blankets.”

Your eyes narrowed in the direction of the sound of his voice. “But then you’d be allowing more cold air into my apartment, which would only make the temperature drop faster in here,” you argued back. “Then I'd really be cold.”

He breathed out a laugh and you imagined the smile on his lips at the sound. You smiled triumphantly back at the dark shape of him because you knew you had a good point. Even though really, you could just layer on more clothes.

“Okay,” he relented. “That’s true. So how about…we share?”

The smile on your face quickly disappeared at his suggestion. Mouth dropping open, you felt your heart skip a beat in your chest. It took you a few seconds to regain the ability to respond.

“Share?” you asked.

“Body heat would certainly keep us both warmer,” he answered. “So would sharing two blankets instead of using only one.”

“Oh, uh, well,” you stammered, your mind racing at the thought of your body pressed up against his. “I–I–��

His deep laugh rumbled towards you through the darkness, the sound causing your lips to clamp shut. 

“I’m not suggesting anything immoral,” he assured you. “Simply a possible solution to the very real problem of us freezing in here. Unless, of course, you’d prefer me to leave?”

“No!” you exclaimed.

Immediately your eyes widened in horror at how quickly you’d responded to that. And judging by his chuckle, he’d also noticed, too. Your face scrunched up as you mentally scolded yourself for sounding so eager to keep him here in your apartment.

“Well in that case, we could share the blankets and our body heat,” he suggested again. “Because the temperature has definitely dropped a few degrees already and it's only going to continue if the power stays out.”

Nervously your tongue slid out, licking your lips. You were trying hard to control the racing of your heart, positive he could hear it with how hard it was beating now. Of course you weren’t going to pass up a chance to basically cuddle the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen for warmth during a snowstorm. You just needed to find a way to not sound so eager to accept his offer first.

“I suppose you…have a point there,” you said slowly, trying to keep your voice even. “That’s–that’s usually what people do in survival situations. Use their body heat to keep warm.”

An amused huff came from him and you realized he’d scooted even closer to you on the couch. Your breath caught in your throat the moment you felt his thigh bump against yours.

“So are we in agreement with sharing both blankets, then?” he asked.

“That–that appears to be the most logical solution to the problem,” you answered. “So yeah, I guess we…share the blankets.”

Despite the lack of light, the Devil seemed to move with ease and fluidity through the darkness, something you were paying close attention to as he gently sidled his way up against the side of you, managing to wrap both blankets around the pair of you. All the while you’d sat pin straight on the couch, aware that he was flush to your side from your shoulder all the way down to your knee. You clasped your hands in your lap, unsure of where else to place them. Truthfully, you had to admit you were already much warmer like this, with his body heat enveloping you beneath both blankets.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, his tone far gentler than it had been all evening. “Because that's not my intention.”

“No,” you answered with a light shake of your head. “You're not.”

He chuckled softly, his body shaking yours slightly with the movement. Your head turned towards him and you wished you could see at least the part of his face that was visible right now.

“Then why are you so tense?” he questioned. 

“I'm not tense!” you lied.

He laughed again, this time louder. The movement jostled you somehow further into his side, though your hand flew out and landed flat on his very solid chest as you tried to stop yourself from falling further into him. Your eyes widened in horror yet again, but before you could push yourself away you felt his arm wrapping around your shoulders and allowing you to sink even more into him. Heat was very much creeping up your neck and reaching your cheeks now in embarrassment. 

“You're very tense actually,” he teased. “If you're uncomfortable I can move, but we aren't going to be sharing much body heat if you don't actually sit next to me.”

Slowly you removed your hand from his chest, lowering it to your lap. Though with the way you were sitting facing partially towards him now, your knuckles were brushing against his thigh. 

“I am not tense,” you grumbled. “And you aren't making me uncomfortable. This is just…awkward. I barely know you and you don't know me.”

“Okay,” he conceded. “How about since you've guessed a few things about me, I think it's only fair you tell me a few things about yourself now.”

“I told you I'm not very interesting,” you reminded him.

“Ah, well,” he replied with a shrug, “I think I'd like to decide that for myself.”

Biting your lip, you turned your burning face and buried it into his shoulder, glad he couldn't see how nervous he'd suddenly made you. It was hard to tell if he was flirting with you or if that was just his vigilante persona–when he wasn't beating people, of course. 

With your nose pressed against the fabric of his shirt, you noticed he smelled surprisingly good. There was the hint of his sweat, but there was also a faint clean detergent scent. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, inhaling a deep breath in. Even though he was still a stranger and a vigilante, he seemed kind and safe so far. And he also hadn't thrown you off of himself for getting even closer to him, either. Maybe you should just do what he seemed to be doing: relax and enjoy the unexpected cuddles tonight with an unexpected acquaintance. 

“Alright, what do you want to know?” you whispered, eyes still closed as you focused on his scent.

Eyes fluttering open, you felt yourself waking from a deep, comfortable sleep. Though your eyes instantly snapped closed against the bright light that immediately assaulted them. Slowly you blinked them back open, trying to adjust to the surprising sunshine pouring through your living room window. Gradually you began to push yourself upright, realizing you were laying with your head on a couch pillow, both of your blankets snuggly wrapped around you. For a moment your face twisted into a look of confusion as you hesitated, staring down at the two blankets. Why had you been asleep on your couch?

But then flashes of last night came back to you. The masked man falling onto your fire escape. The joking and constant banter between the pair of you. Darkness when the power went out and the feel of his warm, muscular body wrapped around yours as he tried to keep you warm. The scent of clean detergent and his sweat. The feel of his spandex shirt against your fingertips and your cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder.

Had that all really happened? Or had you just fallen asleep on your couch and dreamt it?

Your attention shifted towards your coffee table and your sluggish brain processed the sight of your almost empty mug of tea, left abandoned all night, and an empty glass of water. Pushing yourself the rest of the way upright on the couch, your head turned over your shoulder. The lock on your living room window was undone.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen really had been in your apartment last night. Which meant the pair of you really had cuddled together for warmth when your power had gone out. And you really did meet him. At least, somewhat.

“Oh my God,” you breathed out in awe. “He was really here.”

But just as the rush of excitement at meeting someone you’d always secretly admired filled you, it quickly vanished. Because you must have fallen asleep on him sometime last night when the pair of you were talking, and then he must’ve slipped out of your apartment before the sun came up, probably when the power had come back on. Which made sense, considering he wouldn’t want to be seen sneaking back to his own apartment in such a conspicuous outfit. 

But what was upsetting you was the growing realization that it wasn’t just the first time you’d met him, but it would most likely be the last. And you’d gone and fallen asleep through part of that meeting.

Stupid stupid stupid.

[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

His Favorite

pairing: trueform!sukuna x reader (NSFW)

warnings: NSFW, oral (m receiving (and i guess also f receiving?)), penetration (p in v), dirty talk, sukuna calls reader a whore and a slut, choking, orgasm denial, female masturbation, reader is a concubine in sukuna's harem, power dynamics? (reader has to do whatever sukuna says bc well...he is how he is and she refers to him as Master Sukuna), hair pulling, mouth fucking

synopsis: reader is a concubine in sukuna's harem and he calls on you.

word count: 3k

notes: this was the first fic I ever wrote and to date is only the second fic I've ever posted so feedback is welcome but be nice😭

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Sukuna had a different concubine for every day of the month. You were all allowed to live at his estate with your own separate living quarters, but always had to be ready for whenever he may call. For most of the women, they could guesstimate when he would call on them based on how long it had been since he last did. He rarely took the same woman twice in one month. A man like him grows bored far too quickly. Except for one. 

You had the pleasure of being Sukuna's favorite concubine and you relished in the title. Unlike some of the other concubines, you loved when Sukuna called on you. And he did so often. 

It was a little before dinner time when Uraume made their way to the concubine's wing and walked over to you. 

"Y/n, Master Sukuna desires your company after dinner. Be prepared by the time I come back."

"Yes, Uraume." You bow politely. 

Every time you saw Uraume coming to the concubine's wing you prayed it was for you. You couldn't help the pulse of pleasure you felt in your pussy at the thought of being his for the night. 

You had about two hours to prepare so you quickly drew a bath and scented it with rose. Once inside you began scrubbing yourself while another concubine assisted in washing your hair. 

All of the concubines were more or less friendly with each other. Some more than others. There were definitely a few who were jealous of your standing as Sukuna's favorite, but they didn't dare act on that jealousy besides some nasty glares. 

After your bath you finished getting ready by doing your hair and applying light makeup. Most concubines finished their routines here. You, however, took it one step further. 

You sat on the floor with your back against the tub and started massaging your breasts with one hand and teasing your pussy with the other. You thought about your hands being Sukuna's hands, rolling your nipple between your thumb and index finger and drawing circles over your clit. The pleasure building slowly until you feel an aching inside you for more. At that point you dipped one then two then three until you could fit four fingers inside yourself and started pumping slowly. You imagined Sukuna's cock stretching you out like your fingers did, and the thought of what was to come only made you wetter. You continued pumping your fingers and rubbing circles around your clit. You tried to keep your breathing quiet but the pleasure was building. You thought back to the times you'd been with Sukuna and how good it felt to be his favorite fuck toy. His dicks hit you in all the right places and his hands drove you crazy. You pumped your fingers faster and rubbed your clit with more pressure as you started getting closer to orgasming. But before you went over the edge, you'd stop and take a breath to calm down. Your orgasms were for Master Sukuna. 

You did this every time he called for you. It served as a way to warm up your body for the onslaught it was about to face. Sukuna never made love. He fucked. Hard. And with the size of his cocks it took some time to get used to. Time that he rarely had the patience for. By edging yourself you also ensured you were prepared to orgasm for him. It was what Master Sukuna loved about you. Every time you were with him you were not only immediately prepared to take him but you were also ready to come undone at any second. 

As you were building up to another orgasm a knock came at the door. 

"Y/n? Uraume is here to collect you."

"Coming!" You smirk at the double entendre that only you were privy to. 

You stand up and check yourself one last time in the mirror to make sure everything is up to your standards and then you put on your silk robe. It was a deep red with black trim. Simple but elegant. Sukuna typically preferred his concubines to arrive minimally dressed, so you met Uraume at the door and followed them to Sukuna's chambers with nothing else underneath. 

Uraume knocked on the door. 

"Master Sukuna, I have arrived with y/n."

"She may enter. You may leave."

Without another glance at you Uraume left and you proceeded inside.

Sukuna's chambers never ceased to amaze you. There was a bed big enough for 10 people located in the middle of the far wall. Attached to the headboard were hooks and bars for various bondage attachments—depending on Sukuna's mood. Around it was a mix of artwork and shelves filled with books and other oddities. Facing the corner of the bed was a large mirror in an ornate frame. A large table with padded chairs was towards the middle of the room along with some scattered couches, and of course, massive floor to ceiling windows that overlooked his lands. 

Upon entering you immediately drop to your knees and bow with your head on the floor. You were in the presence of the king of curses and were expected to act like it. 

"On your knees already? My what a submissive little whore you are." You could hear him approaching as he teased you but you remained in your position. Hearing him call you a whore sent an immediate flare between your thighs and you wanted nothing more than to be bent over and treated like one. 

"Look at me." 

At his command you lifted your head from the floor to see him standing in front of you with nothing but a robe on that was wide open. Both his penises stood out and semi-erect above your head and your mouth watered at the thought of taking them in your mouth. 

Sukuna smirked. "Well? What are you waiting for? Open your mouth." 

You barely had time to part your lips before Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed one of his dicks in your mouth. You gagged at the sudden intrusion but got your tongue to work, licking his shaft as he fucked your face. 

"Ah I love watching that pretty little face of yours swallow me whole. Such a good little slut." He continued ramming his hips into your face, one fist in your hair and another around his other cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. 

The feeling of your lips stretched around him made you fantasize about how much he was going to stretch you later. Even with your preparations beforehand it was still a tight fit sometimes.

Sukuna abruptly stopped his assault on your mouth and pulled you up to your feet, hand still gripping your hair with the other one squishing your cheeks to make your lips pucker, spit clinging to your lips. 

“Are you drooling for me? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I know how much you love my dicks.”

Sukuna’s eyes raked over your body, now exposed since the robe fell open, mirroring his. You could see the desire in his eyes and his scrutiny combined with the vulnerable position you were in made your cheeks flush. 

Without letting go of your hair he picked you up, supporting your weight with two hands under your ass and using the other to take your robe off completely while he pushed your face into his for a rough kiss.

His tongue immediately went into your mouth, licking yours at the same time the tongue from the mouth on his stomach licked your clit. You gave out a low moan. Fucking Sukuna felt like fucking two people at once sometimes. Up to four hands and two mouths were on you at any moment. Feeling you, licking you, biting you. At times the stimulation was too much and Sukuna relished in your cries.

As his tongue continued to work your clit, his hands under your ass began to tease at your entrance. One finger on either side pulling your lips open, no doubt feeling how wet you were, while his third hand began massaging your breasts. 

He plunged two fingers into you at the same time he bit your lip. Hard. The dual sensation of his thick fingers finally filling the emptiness inside you and the pain of his bite made you whimper.

“You’re always so wet for me. It’s one of the reasons you’re my favorite. I don’t have to take my time.” He whispers breathily in your ear. 

You moan in response and close your eyes as his fingers start pumping in and out of you and the tongue on his stomach continues tracing circles around your clit. His thick fingers fill you so well and his tongue works your clit in perfect harmony. In and out, around and around. Your breathing starts to quicken and your moans get louder. You’re getting close. He can feel your walls starting to contract around him as your pussy juices run down his fingers. You can’t help grinding on his fingers and stomach tongue, it just felt so good. Until he suddenly stops. He pulls his fingers out of you and the mouth on his stomach closes. You open your eyes and whimper in response.

Sukuna looks at you. “Be glad I gave you even that. You’re here to pleasure me. Remember your place, whore.” You almost fall to the floor with how abruptly he lets go of you and turns and walks over to the bed. You quickly follow behind him, excited for what comes next. 

Sukuna fully removes his robe and gets on the bed, laying down with one arm behind his head and the others at his side. It’s time for you to serve.

You crawl onto the bed and hover over Sukuna’s thick lengths. You take the first one in your mouth and squeeze the second one between your breasts and begin to move. You can taste the salty precum that coats his tip as you start working your tongue with each bob of your head. He’s already hitting the back of your throat and you haven’t even taken him in entirely. It’s almost impossible to since you’re trying to also rub his second cock between your chest. 

“Deeper.” a voice commands at the same time a hand comes down onto your head and roughly pushes you down, forcing the rest of his cock in your mouth. The sudden intrusion makes you gag but you quickly recover, drool running down his length as you work him with your mouth and maneuver to pump his second dick with your hands. The whole time you’re imagining how delicious he’d feel inside you and every bob of your head makes you think of riding him, pussy lips coming down to the base of his cock, filling you up to your limit.

The thoughts make your clit pulse and spur you on to suck him like you’re riding him. You savor each pass of your head. The way your lips are stretched out, the way his pubes tickle your nose each time you get down to the base. You make it a point to trace the veins along his shaft with your tongue and you can tell he’s enjoying it when you hear his breathing pick up and feel his hand grip your hair tighter.

“That’s enough. I want to cum in your pussy.”

You look up at him through your lashes as you suck back up to the tip of his cock and you can see his lips part slightly in desire. 

Your pussy is dripping in anticipation of his massive cock in you and you position yourself over him, taking him in one smooth stroke. Despite how wet you were and your earlier preparation, he still stretched you out in ways you couldn’t mimic. It led to a blend of pain and pleasure that left you groaning and him smiling. You've never in your life felt something so deep inside of you.

“Such a good whore. You take me just like you should.” He grins as two of his hands go to grip your hips.

You start to move up and down, relishing in how he stretches you and hits every spot that makes your breath quicken. At the same time, you hold his other cock against you so that you’re grinding your clit against it. The dual stimulation makes you moan loudly; it just feels so good. You start to get into a rhythm, rocking your hips as you come up, face reddening from the effort and breaths coming out in short gasps. You’re so wet and you’re riding him so hard that squelching sounds fill the room. Sukuna moans, “Out of all my whores your fuck me the best. It’s why you get to ride my dick the most.” 

*smack*

You give a yelp as Sukuna slaps your ass and then goes back to gripping your hips, almost painfully so. 

“That’s right keep fucking yourself with my cocks. I can feel your pussy juices trailing down my balls you fucking whore.”

You give out a high pitched moan at his dirty talk. You were his whore. His favorite whore. The fact that you got to fuck the king of curses and he wanted you sent a wave of pleasure through you, clitoris pulsing and pussy stretched so deliciously around him, each stroke hitting a different pleasure point. You moan again, louder this time.

Sukuna is lying there, smiling at how cock drunk you are for him. He grabs one of your bouncing breasts with his free hand and begins massaging it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger, much like you did for yourself earlier. 

“Mmmm...ahhh” you moan as you keep bouncing on his dick. You feel so full with him inside of you and the way he’s looking at you. Smiling at you, letting you know you’re pleasing him, makes you want to do everything and anything for him.

You start to ride Sukuna more frantically as you get closer to climaxing. Brows furrowing, sweat dripping between your breasts as your walls squeeze around him. 

“Oh Master Sukuna please can I cum? Please?” You whine. You’re so close but you know you can’t cum without asking first even though you want nothing more than to cum and cover his dick in your juices.

At your pathetic begging he abruptly pulls you off of him and you groan at how hollow you feel. 

“I want you to see how pathetic you look, taking me like the cock drunk whore you are.” He has a wicked, mischievous grin on his face.

At that, he sits at the corner of the bed, positioning you so you’re both facing the mirror and you’re in his lap. You look into the mirror and see your face red and sweaty, hair disheveled and Sukuna’s handsome face grinning behind you. His massive, muscular frame was a sight to behold. A true King in every sense of the word. He waited for no one and always got what he wanted.

“Now finish what you started.”

You do as you're told and sink back down onto him and once again start bouncing on his cock. Except this time he brings one of his hands to your throat and begins to squeeze while another goes to play with your clit and another begins fondling one of your breasts. 

He’s not gentle, but having him touch you and in so many different places brings you right back to the edge you were left at. He squeezes your breast, your nipple peeking out between his fingers and his grip around your neck keeps you from looking anywhere but the mirror where you see his thick fingers drawing rough circles around your clit. The mirror in front of you lets you see just how much his cock stretches you out. It’s no wonder he hits every spot that feels good, it’s because there isn’t a single spot he doesn’t hit.

You ride up and down up and down while his hands fondle and grip and rub you. Your pussy juices visibly leaking down is cock and his face over your shoulder, watching every part of you, breathing hard with wide, dilated pupils. You begin to feel the familiar tightening in your core as you once again get close to climaxing.

“Oh, oh Mas- Master Sukuna. Oh I’m so close again.” you choke out between bounces.

Sukuna’s breath is coming out in short pants and you can tell he’s also close. You make eye contact in the mirror.

“Come for me.” He whispers huskily in your ear, and that was your undoing. 

At Sukuna’s command you're pushed over the edge and cry out as wave after wave of pleasure wracks your body. You’re riding out your orgasm on Sukuna’s dick, hips moving in time with the wave of your orgasm when he reaches his own high. He grunts and his grips on you everywhere tighten to the point where your moans get cut short and your head begins to swim from the sudden lack of oxygen. You do your best to keep moving your hips to ride Sukuna’s orgasm out as you feel him filling you up. The warmth dripping out of you is a mix of both of your pleasures. And this was your favorite part. Getting to watch him with his eyes closed from the pleasure that you gave him. You. His dutiful and favorite little whore. 

After a second, Sukuna reopens his eyes and his grips on you loosen. 

You make eye contact in the mirror. Both panting and red, though you visibly much more so. 

“You know why you’re my favorite whore?” he asks with a devious smile. 

“Why, Master Sukuna?”

“Because your pussy is always so ready for me, milking me after you cum, begging for my seed just like you do. Just like a good whore should.” He pinches your nipples between his big fingers as he says it and you wince.

“This body is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Do you understand?” He runs his hands down your spread legs as he says it, eyes raking over your body in the mirror.

“Of course Master Sukuna. I am yours for as long as you will have me.” You say breathlessly, lightheaded from the dirty praise he was giving you.

He smirks, “Good. Now bend over. I’m not done with you yet.”

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 3)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: isobel attends drew’s party before they leave for winter break

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

The stress from Isobel’s finals had finally passed and there was only two days before she would be heading home for the holidays. Two days before she would be cooped up in a car with the boy that had her as confused as ever.

But as of now all of her friends wanted to go to the end of year party that Drew’s fraternity was throwing before everyone scattered across the country. He would most certainly be there in all of his glory, in his element of sorority girls and ‘frat bros.’

And Isobel was not sure where she should stood in that mix now that they crossed boundaries, not once but twice.

She’d told Drew she would be busy the last two days of exams when she left his car that night before practically waddling back to her table in the library, so the two hadn’t seen each other since. The little study break wasn’t too detrimental to her finals, as she aced each one, but not without her mind drifting off to what Drew had done to her in between preparing for them.

Their lack of self control had left Isobel uncertain about the friendship aspect of their relationship, but one thing was for sure—she did not want to go to this party.

When her friends weren’t constantly begging her to start getting ready, Drew was sweet talking her into coming through text.

I really want to see you, Iz.

He would see her in just a day to road-trip home for the holidays, she thought but did not respond and let him continue to beg.

I’ve never sounded more pathetic but you do that to me, Izzy.

Come, pretty please?

And that was all it took. Drew showing that his want for Isobel was different than it was with other girls. She knew it was the bare minimum, that she could be the object of his immediate interest for the moment before his attention went else where, but she couldn’t seem to say no to him.

Thinking back she doesn’t think that’s ever been an easy thing for her, there was always an inclination deep down to satisfy him in the smallest of ways. She wanted to do it. Go to his parties. Walk with him to class. Help him study for his finals. Let his rough hands graze her waiting body.

So as she read over those messages he sent less than a minute apart like he didn’t care if she responded and just needed to get the thoughts off of his chest she couldn’t help but agree to drop in for just a little.

Isobel was just about finished with her makeup when the frantic knocking of her friends began to sound throughout her apartment. She huffed at having to stop to let them in, she just wanted to get ready for this godforsaken party without getting badgered.

As soon as she swung the door open they ran their eyes over her done up appearance and the rambling began.

“You’re coming-“

“You’re dressed-“

“Isobel, start doing your makeup now-“

“-oh, you’re already ready.” Charlotte assessed as they finished talking over each other.

Grace and Dev just smiled excitedly as they all walked back to her room. Swiftly passing the couch that Drew had managed to peel back a layer of her innocence on a little more than a week ago.

Isobel had on black cargo pants with a simple tiny black top, it was basic but it was good enough, she’d never been one to dress for others no matter how down bad she was for Drew at the moment. Her hair was down, framing her face while her ends were slightly curled, adorning her shoulders and cleavage.

“What made you change your mind?” Dev squinted at her through the vanity mirror where Isobel met her eyes while applying mascara, “You practically cussed me out for asking a few hours ago.”

That was very true, but only because their incessant begging had begun to piss her off.

But not his she silently realized.

Isobel decided this was not the night she was going to spill the beans about Drew to her friends. She would not be able to bare all the questions that would come barreling out of their mouths, especially when she didn’t have any answers that would satisfy the trio.

Or that would even satisfy her own constant anxiety enducing thoughts.

“I just figured it would be nice to all be together before we leave for two weeks.” Isobel smiled. Not a lie but also far from the truth.

“How are you such an angel all the time?” Grace appreciated her friend in awe, flattery written all over her sweet face. She would be the most offended when she figured out what Isobel was keeping from them.

Her friends couldn’t help but jump around in excitement at her sudden interest in the party, making her feel a tad bad about her little white lie—and like clockwork things were beginning to get complicated.

They left for campus as soon as Isobel finished the last touches of her makeup, the four falling out of the Uber from the shots they were taking in the backseat. Though Isobel only had one, nerves too embedded in her belly to put anything on her stomach without feeling like it would come back up.

“Drew-“ Grace paused before she could finish at the audible gasp of surprise that had accidentally slipped from Isobel’s mouth, “-will be at the door for us like last time right?” She finished the words tumbling out as she watched her carefully.

Her friends were always talking about Drew, they all collectively found him attractive and therefore were constantly encouraging Isobel to jump into his bedsheets to which she obviously refused for years.

But hearing them as simple as utter his name had chills going down her spine, like the word would make her reveal all the things they’d done behind closed doors.

“Yes, I texted him in the car, sorry the alcohol has me all jumpy.” She answered, desperately wanting the attention off of her.

She hated that when she was alone in her thoughts, thinking of how she would have to keep this from her friends and family, that what they did had felt wrong in a sense.

Isobel hated the uncertainty, it only allowed malignant thoughts to eat away at the possibility of just enjoying a good thing in the moment.

“You had one shot, Isobel, you never cease to amaze me.” Charlotte said with amusement laced in her voice.

The girl couldn’t help but blush as they walked up to the doors of the party. The alcohol had been a good excuse, but that was also because Isobel was known to be the lightweight in her friend group which was why she would be babysitting exactly one drink tonight. Getting inebriated while in same building as Drew would be a dangerous move to make, she could barely keep her hands to herself while sober.

She thought it over in her head, one drink in addition to the shot from the Uber would have her at an acceptable buzz. Then the door swung open revealing Drew with that tilted smile on his face as his eyes ran over them, unnoticeably lingering on Isobel for a second longer.

And then and there she decided to up the ante to two drinks as any alcohol that was present in her veins vanished at the sight of him, at those hands that had been on and in unspeakable places of her body in his truck that was parked in front of the house. Another reminder of what had transpired between the two, the solidification of things never being the same.

“Hi, Drew” her friends said in unison as they walked in while Isobel stayed mute following behind them.

“My girls.” They all gave him a group hug like they always did when they came to his parties.

They were giggling like school girls.

Isobel, in the past, had given them the green light to pursue him if they wanted but all three always refused, claiming Drew and Isobel were too interconnected for them to make a move on him. Now Isobel couldn’t even bare the thought of him ever being interested in her friends, not after the way he’d touched her, spoken to her, and invaded her thoughts.

He wrapped his toned arms around their bodies giving them his full attention aside from his eyes.

Those were solely on Isobel as he visibly drunk her in with those stormy blue irises.

Anyone watching him would think Drew’s eyes had only swept over her figure but as she stood there his piercing gaze made her feel as she’d been stripped bare.

“I see you guys were able to drag your friend here after all.” He smirked as they separated never once looking away from Isobel.

As if she couldn’t contain her excitement at her mere presence Dev ran back over to Isobel and squeezed her into a hug. Drew noticed even her friends were looking over at her in adornment, stealing all of their attention with just her aura, she hadn’t uttered a word since she stepped inside the house. “You guys throw the best parties, we couldn’t let her miss this one right, Isobel?”

Drew didn’t have to look over to her as Dev stopped talking, he was already watching her. He’d seen her in makeup hundreds maybe thousands of times before but not once since Drew had began to really notice her. And if Isobel was a force the day he checked her out on her couch bare faced, he didn’t know the word that would fully encompass how gorgeous she looked standing there in front of him now.

“Of course.” Isobel gently smiled, body visibly relaxing like she’d just internally accepted that this party was just not worth missing.

Drew could only hope he was part of that sudden revelation.

“You ladies go get some booze, everything’s set up in the kitchen.” Isobel watched as his words were seemingly directed at her friends, the courtesy obviously stopping there, “Let me talk to Isobel about our traveling plans.”

Charlotte, Dev, and Grace did not have to be told twice as they bid the two a goodbye and mingled their way through a sea of people towards the kitchen. She probably wouldn’t see those social butterflies for a while leaving her with Drew who now had no shame on his handsome face as he once again took her in.

“Hey, Iz.” He said while admiring the way her body made the most basic choice of clothing look like they’d been plucked right off some street style runway.

The pants she wore sat perfectly on her hips, leaving out the most delicious amount of her smooth belly that eventually led up to the tight top that was accentuating her breast so well he thought he might take his last breathe. “Don’t start that shit, Drew.”

“Don’t start what?” That knowing smirk slithering on to his lips making her blood want to boil at the sight.

He stepped closer, Isobel leaning against the wall with her back pushed tightly against it because if she allowed herself to fully relax she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from pushing against his hard one.

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. But she did know him purring that nickname in her ear could only lead to dangerous territory, and she did not want shit going down in front everyone to see.

The vanilla perfume she lathered on was drawing Drew closer to her, enough to sense it but not enough to peak anyone’s interest who may be watching. Isobel watched him as he inhaled deeply, his blue eyes deepening a little as they fluttered open to look at her again. “Don’t be mean to me tonight, Izzy, I missed you.”

At parties in the past Isobel was at times a bitch to Drew with reason, sometimes he would just act like an annoying gnat that wouldn’t go away always teasing her and playing stupid fucking games. Someone had to put him in his place.

That’s the type of friends they were before, they were always in constant banter. Isobel either cursing or ignoring him, while Drew watched over and fucked with her. A part of Isobel hated that they would most likely ruin that part of their friendship.

Now, when she was cold towards him, being dry with him she knew deep down it would be to protect herself—not just light-hearted conversation with a friend.

Isobel and Drew had flipped their world as they knew it three times over.

In a dimension that consisted of only them where he could not seem to get enough and she couldn’t find it in her to want to starve themselves of the thrill of going there with a boy let alone one she’d known for a decade. “I can’t promise anything.”

His eyes only glimmered at her response, and Isobel could only wonder what he saw when he looked at her. That gaze made her feel warm inside like she was actually being seen, like he really knew her.

For Drew looking at her was like looking in an orb of light that casted everything he wanted into his vision. And it felt like if he looked away he would miss a glimpse of his future. Isobel had always been a person in his past and present, but to think about her as an addition in his future made fear bubble in his gut. He wouldn’t look away though, it was like trying to tear his eyes away from two cars recklessly racing towards a finish line.

“Well, can I have a hug?” He mumbled, he was lost in her, simply only aware of her presence. Isobel’s fingers were itching at her sides at the feeling of him somewhat near her, the familiarity pulling her in, “The last time I saw you, you jumped out of my car without a word.”

Isobel was thankful she had the excuse to go back in the library and study that day. When they were jumping each other’s bones it didn’t feel wrong, the possibility of ruining whatever grounds of friendship they had not mattering at all.

Then the thrill of it all faded, and school serving as distraction from reality slowly setting in only lasted so long.

It all came when Isobel was alone—the questions, the doubt, the uncertainty. Something within her nagged her to trust Drew and just go with it, but there was also her sensible side that told her to pump her breaks. “What if someone sees?”

Drew just shrugged his shoulders, “We’ve hugged at my parties, Izzy, and it wasn’t a problem when I hugged your friends.”

Isobel knew she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t help it. Now that they were actually kissing, exploring each other, and had come pretty close to fucking the paranoia had only doubled for her. It almost felt like she’d fallen into someone else’s narrative, that was written for them before they could even think of it for themselves.

She didn’t want such a momentous thing to just be gossip on a college campus. And if she felt his firm chest against hers in an embrace she’d be sucked into whatever daze Drew was in.

“I have a feeling the way you wanna hug me will look a bit more than friendly, Drew“ Isobel peered up at him as he towered over her. His eyes glinting at the true meaning behind her words.

As much as she was against everyone thinking they were fucking, Isobel thinks she’s the problem when it comes to them ending up in compromising positions. All he had do was utter the word jump and she would pounce like a kitten.

“Sounds like you’re projecting on to me what you want me to really do to you.” He chuckled while his eyes remained clear, the most innocent he’d ever look while the two were in such close proximity, “Keep those perverse thoughts to yourself, I just want feel you in my arms, Izzy Bear.”

“Fine.” She dramatically relented. In the midst of rolling her eyes she felt his long arms snake their way around her waist as he stared down at her with an amused smile.

She could only think to scrunch her nose up at him before leaning into him. The feeling was too much, so different than before and as she breathed him in the more she melted into him. Isobel was sure hugging someone you’d been intimate with was similar to what it felt like to make love on drugs for the first time.

She felt good in his arms, Drew watched his hands as they glided over her back. This wasn’t one of those hugs people at school had seen them share—they both knew it.

He wasn’t sure if he’d been holding her for too suspicious of a time or if time had only slowed from the feeling of her in his embrace. People came to parties with the intent of accomplishing something whether it’s getting drunk, meeting someone new, or the simple feeling of being seen.

Drew truly felt like he found his peak of the night, Isobel encased in his arms relaxed and inviting. If she pulled away and walked out that door without a goodbye he would remain content. That’s how things had been feeling with her lately, her giving him more of herself little by little and leaving the deepest impression that it lasted for days on his mind.

For a split second the two forgot they were standing in a room full of people. As Drew let her go he could visibly see the tenseness build back up in her spine as she looked around at everyone doing there own thing. She wasn’t being her usual self, the gears turning in her head clear for him to see in her chocolate brown eyes.

“You want to go to my room?” Drew suggested hoping she wouldn’t get the wrong idea, the boy only wanted to get her away from the crowd to see if it helped her anxiousness.

Isobel was relieved to hear those words as she seemed to come back into her own body, she’d come here for her friends and for him but her mind was not in a place to be around so many people. She wasn’t even sure how she would get through the weekend with both of their families at one dinner table.

She just wanted to keep their affair between them even if it was wrong or foreign, no matter where it led them in the end. Cradle it from the judgement of others and being tainted by letting outside opinions in.

But she knew the more she tried to shelter it—shelter them—she would end up doing the harming in the end.

“No, you should enjoy your party, Drew, we haven’t even gotten a drink yet.” Isobel declined his offer wanting to at least try to enjoy the night and suck it up. She knew Drew was not going through these internal trepidations about their relationship, he just wasn’t the type to be bothered by outside noise.

“I don’t give fuck about what’s going on down here, just get your ass upstairs.” He could not bare watching her squirm uncomfortably at a party he begged her to come to. And if the reason he was going to miss out was Isobel he didn’t see a problem with that in the slightest.

Isobel felt her blood start to rush at his words, she was sure her hormones had been corrupted from the moment he laid a finger on her. The demanding tone in his voice caressed every sensitive nerve in her body and now had her body on a never ending buzz.

She could only nod at him in response before they turned towards the steps in a swift movement. Air caught in her throat when she felt the feather touch of his fingers on the skin of her back, guiding her to the stairs. She made it up the majority of the steps without thinking of any watchful eyes that may be noting his hand placement up until they got towards the top. Drew then wrapped his arms around her waist from behind pulling her back into his body.

And she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had caught a glimpse of the interaction before they disappeared to the second floor. Her neck yearned to turn around and look but she resisted.

“You look stunning tonight, Izzy.” Drew murmured into her ear, feeling her tense shoulder relax against him.

He placed two fingers under her chin as he tilted her chin up to meet her gaze before stepping around and taking in that smile that was sitting on her soft lips. “Thank you.”

Drew grinned back then grabbed one of her hands behind him and lead her down the hallway to his room. He was internally patting himself on the back for cleaning his room a few days prior, not wanting her to be uncomfortable in a dirty room.

As he clicked the door closed and looked over to her he immediately concluded that he loved the sight of her in his personal space. His neutral navy-beige room was simple but it was a home away from home and Isobel complemented it well.

This wasn’t the first time the two had been up here together, they’d been in out when he needed to grab something for her but he never appreciated how her presence made him feel enclosed in such an intimate setting—like she was the missing touch.

Yet another place she would ruin for him, and if she sat on his bed she would only mark her territory with the musk of her vanilla perfume she would no doubt leave behind.

It almost unsettled him at how long it took him in life to actually appreciate her, and now that he was it kept coming wave after wave. Every glance was realization of just how beautiful and remarkable she was, an endless revelation. It mimicked the feeling of finding a missing thing that had been in the most obvious spot all along, relieving but not any less annoying for all the time wasted during the search.

Drew stayed silent while Isobel swayed her hips as she walked to the window and watched the party that overflowed to the backyard. He just watched her in silence, he couldn’t tell if the atmosphere was different between them or if his subconscious was keeping him quiet so he wouldn’t ruin whatever was going on between them.

When his thoughts weren’t filled with admiration for Isobel they were second guessing himself. It was all so fresh and fragile, and he didn’t want to come on too strong and break such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful person.

The last two times the two had been together it ended with them both out of breathe for each other, and he knew it was sending a particular message to her. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Isobel was a relationship kind of girl, Drew just didn’t know if he was that kind of guy. What he did know was that he wanted to be with and attached to her no matter the circumstance as much as possible.

He wasn’t ready to jump into a relationship, but he also didn’t want to disrespect a woman he’d known for longer than any girl he fucked in the past. So he could go a day with out being intimate with her, no matter how hard she was to resist.

When Isobel turned from the window and walked towards him a ball of air formed in his throat just at sight of her for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to her beauty not when he’d been practically blind to it for so long.

“Your room has never been this clean you must’ve been expecting someone special tonight.” She taunted him with her sultry yet sweet voice, he noticed her voice always had some sort of edge to it and it was nothing but intoxicating to consume—especially when it was his name on her tongue.

Isobel was relieved when he smiled, amusement swirling in his eyes along with something foreign she couldn’t decipher, but it made his blue eyes appear darker. As much as what she’d just said was a joke, the circumstances they were under made it mean so much more. It was fun to kid and joke but part of her, no matter how deep it may be, would either be relieved or disappointed with his response. “No, but begging for her to be here was worth the the bruise to my ego.”

He made her feel special whether it was intentional or not. It was the little things that drew her in, that diluted the doubt that coursed through her veins.

Whatever intensity was swirling in his eyes had her slowly moving closer to him, she could feel it as he watched over her every movement. She could barely remember her last thought, only Drew and his words on her mind before she found herself standing between his long, muscular legs.

In that position between his spread thighs, so close his woody scent invading her nostrils with his eyes staring straight back into her’s she felt fully encapsulated. “I’m worth it, yeah?”

She pondered her own words thinking of the small sacrifices he’d made for her—that they’d made for little moments like this.

Drew could only groan in agreement as his rough hands gently gripped her soft hips to pull her closer. She bit her lip, stifling a moan when he pressed his face into her belly and inhaled while running his fingers down her thighs until they met the back of her knees.

He hadn’t had drop of alcohol tonight, and yet the man was drunk. So intensely consumed with all that was Isobel all inhibitions and good judgment was shoved to the back of his mind. He didn’t stop her when she bent one knee under his touch, placing it beside his thigh as the other leg quickly followed and wordlessly slid herself onto his lap.

He didn’t think about where it could possibly lead in the wake of his hands running up her spine making her arch into his chest. Not a single thought was present in his head anymore, distracted by the feeling of her lips trailing his neck. She was seduction in the flesh as she kissed down the center of his throat before dragging her wet tongue back up to his jaw. “Izzy, god. damn.”

“I don’t know what it is about you, Drew.” she sighed, kissing his jaw at the feeling of his body vibrating beneath her. She caressed his skin with gentleness like it would calm him, but it only served to slowly unravel him.

Then her lips pressed into his waiting ones and they were lost. In the feeling, the moment, the rush, hell they’d forgotten where they were. Isobel didn’t have it in her to worry, not when they were sharing such an intimate kiss that it felt as if she was tasting water for the first time in days after suffering from thirst. The fact that her friends were roaming around on the floor just beneath her couldn’t penetrate the high she was on.

They kissed sloppily, smacking and massaging each others mouth’s until even the contents of their kissing was hard to contain. Isobel always thought she had to be skilled and technical when it came to kissing, but none of that mattered when the want for the person burned so intensely that the main goal was solely just to taste and taste until your mouth went numb.

Drew felt starved as he all but devoured her with his lips and tongue, the man was desperate to feel every inch of her under his touch. He wrapped an arm around her back pulling her closer groaning as he squeezed her tight, like he was holding onto his sanity, grasping at the last bit of it. Drew didn’t dare lay back, if he did and he saw the sight of her towering over him they wouldn’t see their friends for the rest of the night.

He had to tread lightly and it was taking everything in him not to grasp her backside in his greedy hands, tortuously denying himself of one his favorite parts of her.

Isobel shifted in his lap trying to get more comfortable only causing his body to stiffen at the contact before he grabbed her hips and pushed her back where she was, “Fuck, don’t do that to me, Izzy.”

Their lips were still attached as he spoke, and Isobel smirked knowing he could make out her smile against his mouth. “Why?”

Drew never thought he would be in this position, a girl on top of him teasing him beyond lengths while he was having an internal battle with himself on whether they should stop before things went too far.

“You know why, don’t make me show you.” He threatened as he pressed his lips to her ear. A wave of heat coursed through her entire body at his words, and her lower body was way too close to the reasoning, “Plus your friends are downstairs, unless you don’t care if they hear what I’ll do to you if you keep fucking with me, Isobel.”

Drew now had that look in his eyes, the look that told her that his mind was entering the gutter, and she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to get it out—but she remained on his thighs not daring to move an inch. His words were harsh but it did nothing to deter her, not even the mentioning of the girls.

“I love it when you talk to me like that.” Isobel innocently purred, not reacting when he squeezed her thighs tighter. She watched as his eyes tinted to the darkest blue-black that could only be stemmed from deepest depths of the oceans before leaning towards him and running the top of her tongue along the center of his lips.

Not even a second had passed before Drew gripped her hips and tossed her ass on the bed before he stood up and put some well needed distance between the two. Isobel could only smile as he began running his hands through his hair, frustration obvious in his movement.

Their breathing was the only notable sound in the room, Isobel just lying back on her elbows while he watched her with dark eyes. If anything his gaze made her feel just as breathless even with their bodies apart.

He swore those glimmering dark brown eyes were silently chanting to him, like a siren beckoning him in a soundless melody.

A gasp left her lips from the sound of her phone buzzing on the desk next to Drew. Like a chime of a bell she’d been knocked out of whatever hormone induced trance they’d fell into. Scrambling off the bed to get to her phone to see her friends were looking for her. The current time told her they’d been up in his room fucking around for half an hour.

Drew and the girl everyone thought he was fucking missing from his own party for over thirty minutes. That was not going to send the right message at all, especially for anyone who saw them leave together. Worry and guilt for abandoning her friends when she’d told them she came for them began to wash over her. Drew could see it all over her face, in her eyes that were staring off at the ground from zoning out in thought.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was thinking, especially with the way she was acting downstairs, “Do you wanna talk, Iz?”

That’s exactly what she wanted to do, the second time tonight he’d studied her and figured out what she needed, but she didn’t want to do that if it was only going to push him away. If her thoughts and worries were going to confuse and scare him off. “No, I just want to find the girls, I should have just stayed home.”

A pang of hurt hit Drew as she said that, after years of knowing her and her family he knew she was a stubborn girl who chose to suppress her feelings. Still the way she chose to shut people out and cope with it by herself didn’t hurt any less. He cared for Isobel before all of this, but now it was amplified. It mattered to him how she felt when she left him and went to that apartment to be alone in her thoughts.

“Then why did you come, Isobel?” He needed her to speak her mind.

She sort of flinched at his words, not because they were harsh, but because it was a real question that required a real answer, and as much as she wanted to run away from it, from him she didn’t have it in her. Drew grabbed her arm pulling her closer looking down at her with patient eyes.

“I came because you asked me to.” She whispered with a sigh as she pressed her forehead against his chest feeling his heart beat pass through her, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to talk.”

For the first time Drew felt a surge of uncertainty hit him all at once not because of Isobel, he was sure about her. He just wasn’t sure he would have the answers for her that would alleviate whatever stress was filling her.

And he wanted more than anything to be the person to take that heavy feeling away.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! If u have time, could u please do some Leo Valdez x child of dionysus stuff? Thx in advance 😗

child of dio stuff is always fun tbh so absolutely! i might do a part 2 male!kid of dio- you can read it as a standalone i think but here's the link if you want [link]

thank you for being so patient <3

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leo woke up with surprisingly little hangover

he'd felt dizzy and woozy last night talking to you but now he felt... almost fine

his fellow cabinmates were doing less okay and he slipped out the door as quietly as he could, laughing silently at the groans that accompanied the tiny sliver of light that came with the door opening

it seemed that most of camp had been at the party last night and the grounds were calm and quiet at most people tried to sleep off the alcohol

low conversation drew him towards the food hall

he blinked in surprise as he saw you, smiling and murmuring with your siblings

you were doing something, putting drinks and snacks and things into boxes

slightly awkwardly he sidled up to the table

'uh, hi'

your eyes snapped up and sparkled as you saw him

keeping your voice quiet

'hey leo! what are you doing up? everyone else is still asleep'

he grinned

'i could ask you the same thing- what's with the boxes?'

leo saw you blush and thought it looked just as pretty in the day as it did in the night

'we, um, we don't get hangovers, kind of a dad blessing but since everyone else does we...' you gesture to the boxes and the things in them. '...put together kind of self-care kits? like a 'sorry your head hurts have a snack to make it better'...thing'

you seemed kind of embarrassed

leo thought it was adorable and willed himself not to melt at the slightly awkward expression on your face

it was fascinating to see you still intoxicated him outside of a party atmosphere

he swallowed and took a risk

'that's the most adorable thing i've ever heard, you do this every time?'

his heart pounded at your small smile at the word 'adorable'

'yeah, every time- it's one of the few things that can get us out of bed before 11am'

you held out a bottle of water

'wanna help us finish?'

leo was nodding before he even registered your question

he followed your example, putting water, snacks, face masks, ice packs, any number of things in the boxes and carrying on gentle conversation

if your hands brushed a few times when you were handing him things, who was he to complain?

after an hour or so it was time to distribute the boxes

you and leo paired off, each carrying a couple boxes

leo's traitorous heart fluttered when he realised you were carrying four with ease while he could just about manage to steady himself with two

you chuckled at his exhale when he delivered his boxes to the door of the athena cabin

'if i'd known you were struggling i would have helped, y'know'

leo rolled his eyes and lightly hit your arm

'i ain't struggling, it's just early and my limbs aren't awake yet!'

you grinned

'alright, well, maybe you should just be walk pretty beside me while we go to the hermes cabin'

leo had zero response, his brain was offline, you thought he was pretty, his life was complete

he would follow you anywhere if it meant you called him pretty again

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[daydream-cement]

Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 2

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Larissa and Fern start their trip and find out the premise of their new adventure isn’t what they initially thought.

Author’s Note: Sorry this was supposed to be finished sooner but I was farm sitting and the fencing broke and the horses could’ve gotten loose! It was a mess!

The drive to Tennessee was remarkably uneventful. Larissa napped for nearly a quarter of the trip, and in the moments she wasn’t asleep or driving, she was informing you of her Candy Crush progress from level 1473 to level 1531. 

For the four hours Larissa drove, you snuggled yourself into the passenger seat, turning your body just enough to watch her face as she angrily reacted to others’ poor driving skills. Perhaps it was the romantic context of your trip, but you couldn’t help but admire her features (even when much of her face was marred with frustration from driving). 

Without looking away from the road, Larissa teased you, “What’s the matter? You haven’t looked at me like that since you almost died.” 

“Which time?”

Your quick response drew a laugh from the shapeshifter, the corners of her eyes crinkling from the insanity your lives had been for those few months when you first started dating. “The second time.”

Larissa’s acknowledgement of your observing of her only made you stare harder, eyes focusing in on the rare sight of her lipstick-less lips. Your words came with lovestruck blinks - it was almost like you had fallen in love all over again, “It’s hard not to stare when you look that pretty.”

“That was one of your lesser lines. You’re out of practice.” If it wasn’t for the small smirk tugging at the corner of Larissa’s lip, you would have thought her words were entirely serious. 

As you drove the last leg of the drive, Larissa had turned her attention out the car window, pointing out different landmarks where Al and Violet may enjoy sightseeing or vacationing. Once you crossed into Kentucky, the shapeshifter had made it a point to tell you how much the state reminded her of your home state of Wisconsin and point out all the horses she saw as well. All the while, you couldn’t help but smile as this was the most carefree Larissa has been for a while. 

Driving through Lexington wasn’t nearly as agonizing as you thought it would have been, but then again, you were exhausted from driving for over 15 hours straight so you weren’t truly fazed by the traffic. 

Larissa observed the directions pulled up on your phone, and teetered back and forth as she raved with excitement, “Oh, we are almost there!” Her hands reached out to grasp at your thigh, wiggling your leg back and forth to demonstrate her happiness to be out of the car soon. 

Both you and Larissa released a collective sigh as you pulled in front of the hotel, knowing you were so close to the proverbial finish line.

“Look Fern!” Larissa’s finger poked the passenger side window, her attention turned to the mess of ivy that clung to the walls of the hotel and the adjacent parking garage.

“Beautiful. Wonder how long that has been there?” You chirp, avoiding telling her the structural damage ivy can do when attached to homes and buildings. “I can park the car. Just go up to the room, hon.” As you pushed the gear shift into park, you glanced at the shapeshifter in the passenger seat. She was gathering her purse and scattered belongings, readying herself to enter the hotel for the night. 

Larissa glanced up from dropping her phone, water bottle, and phone charger into her purse, seemingly offended that you could offer up such a suggestion, “We can both go park, get the keys- Oh! And then let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

Now was not the time to argue with the pretty shapeshifter seated next to you, so you shift the car into reverse and pull off into the parking ramp. You had to roll your eyes at the asinine level of construction happening on the first few levels, leaving the two of you driving all the way up to the fourth floor before you found a suitable parking place. 

As soon as you parked, you killed the ignition and pushed the car door open, needing to stretch your legs out and walk around. Larissa continued to gather her belongings in the front seat as she tended to spread out during long drives and couldn’t stand the thought of leaving any garbage behind in her car. The shapeshifter continued speaking to you as you walked to the trunk to pull out both of your suitcases. “You know, Ferny. I was looking at the hotel bar menu. They have a poor wine list, but I’m thinking we should get one of these crazy mixed drinks they have~”

While it wasn’t entirely kind, you felt like you had heard the gist of what she was saying, so you had blocked out the rest of her words as your thoughts wandered to the decrepit looking parking garage. Perhaps it was just the large amount of construction or maybe just the late hour, but you found the structure to be off-putting.

Rifling through the trunk, you become annoyed at the fact that Larissa’s make up bag had fallen over during the trip, littering the back of the car with makeup products. You assumed she may have accidentally forgotten to zip it when she retrieved her glasses from the bag around the 5 hour mark when you stopped for gas. 

One by one, you kept tossing the products back into the bag, hoping and praying you weren’t ruining Larissa’s organization in some way. The sound of a black sedan driving down the center of the parking ramp caused you to briefly look up from your task and shift against your car as a courtesy to the driver. 

You return back to your task, only to be shocked by a number of events happening at once. Larissa frantically began calling your name when a pair of strong arms wound around your waist and yanked you backwards. Flailing, you attempted to break loose of the attackers grip, but you lacked any balance or stability so they only dragged you back further. 

In front of you, a panic stricken Larissa dove from the car to come to your aid - a fire in her eyes that you hadn’t seen since she battled an undead pilgrim for you. 

Your attacker wasn’t alone, and Larissa was soon accosted by two individuals, both of which were quickly fighting a losing battle when Larissa shapeshifted to become much larger and more muscular than before. Rather than marvel at your wife’s abilities like you wanted, you chose to gather your bearings and planted a clumsy backwards kick to the kidnapper’s shin causing the both of you to come clattering to the concrete floor of the parking garage. 

Frantically, you looked about the surrounding area, knowing your best and only option was to use your plant manipulation powers. The tendrils of ivy vines peaking over the ledge of the parking garage wall was all you needed. Planting your hands against the hard floor, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and attempt to focus on bringing the vines to your aid as quickly as possible. 

What you hadn’t anticipated was the rapid crumbling of the concrete as the vines tore apart the building’s infrastructure to get to you. Eye level with the shoes of Larissa and her two attackers, you watched as the men’s shoes became raveled in the leafy vines, driving both the men to the floor. Both of them thrashed and groaned as they tried to fight off the vines, but you were more concerned with the way your kidnapper had found his footing once more and was now dragging you towards the sedan with the help of his driver. 

You kicked and squirmed in their touch, the vines weaving around you as they dove towards the men’s feet. The loosening of their grip was only momentary, but it was still long enough for you to wriggle free and scramble towards Larissa. The shapeshifter watched the scene before her with frantic eyes, her hands outstretched as she beckoned for you to jump into the car for the both of you to drive away. “Come on! Let’s go!”

Larissa’s vice-like grip for your wrist and tugged you to her, pushing you towards the passenger door once you were in her arms. You crawled from the passenger seat to the driver's side, screaming Larissa’s name to pry her eyes away from whatever horrific scene was happening outside the walls of the car. Stuffing your hand in your pocket, you turn over the ignition, and quickly throw the vehicle into reverse. 

With your foot still planted on the break, you glanced back to your right, Larissa wasn’t by the door anymore. This only caused your blood to turn ice cold, worried some of the attackers had gained their freedom and were in the process of kidnapping Larissa. 

You had your car door halfway open when you heard the trunk slam and saw Larissa’s form running around the car to jump in the front seat. She then slammed her car door and pushed down the lever to lock the car doors. Much to your wife’s dismay, you were frozen in place as you stared at her half in awe and half in shock at how the past ten minutes had unraveled. 

The shapeshifter took your face in her hands, and gently shook you back to reality. “Drive! Fern! Drive!” 

With a loud bang, your eyes shifted away from Larissa to the passenger side window where your original attacker had slammed his fiery red hands against the car window. You were suddenly aware of his outcast abilities as the glass of the window began melting under his touch. The glass was warping and bubbling,

sending fear coursing through your veins. 

Somehow, the shapeshifter before you was maintaining a surface level of calm, her hands shaking your head back to the solution at hand, “Drive!”

Punching down on the gas, you gun the car backwards into the black sedan. The jolt resulted in Larissa scrambling to find something to hold onto while you shift the car into drive, and slam down on the gas once more, peeling out of the parking garage. 

Larissa’s eyes lasered in on you, needing to ignore the misshapen window for her own sanity. She wasn’t speaking to you, but you knew the gears were turning in her mind. Any second now, Larissa would have formulated a plan to keep the both of you safe.

What you hadn’t quite expected was Larissa grabbing your phone from the cup-holder, unlocking it with the password she had memorized years ago. Within a few seconds you heard the gentle noise of the dial tone of a phone waiting to be answered.

“Hello?” Agent Thatcher answered sweetly, assuming she knew exactly why you were calling.

Larissa wasted no time in diving into the issue at hand, angrily shouting with her hands gesturing about wildly, “Someone attacked us! What is happening here?” 

Thatcher chuckled into the receiver and you could feel your wife growing more and more irritated in the passenger seat, “I can’t believe they found you already. It was probably your hotel booking. Did you really book it under your real name?”

You couldn’t help but join in on the conversation as Thatcher provided no clarity with her statement back to Larissa’s original question, “Found us already? What are you talking about? What is happening?” 

From the other end, the agent sighed and started in on her explanation, “Well, and I’m being honest here, I wasn’t entirely forthright at our last meeting. The medicinal company not only wants cryptids… but rare varieties of outcasts as well. We learned about their plans for the ‘werewolf vitamin’ and found your names on lists for other potential projects. Working for Nevermore, you are both prominent figures in the outcast world. We sent you on the trip to stay away from Nevermore and keep the students safe.” 

The shapeshifter was automatic in her reply - her first duty was always to her children and students, “What about our children? Who’s going to protect the kids?”

“We have agents posted all over Jericho and Nevermore. Your children are safe.” The nonchalant nature of Agent Thatcher’s response made a well of frustration and confusion well within you. “Does one of you have a pen handy? I have the address for a safehouse where you will be spending the night.” 

With no further questions, Larissa pulled her phone from her purse, ready to type the address into her notes app, “Okay. I’m ready.”

The agent listed off the address like she had been waiting for the two of you to call about this. She was entirely unenthusiastic about the dangers you had encountered - almost as if she expected you to know how to handle it all. “The agent there will be able to help you get on your way to Louisiana.”

“What? No. Who said we were-” Larissa attempted to argue with the agent, but it was no use.

“Agent Thatcher out.”

[babyharleezy]

Jack and the reader have been going through a rough patch lately and not been able to see each other much, leading to lots of arguments, so he makes it up to her by taking time off from working and arranging a special night for the reader

love you too much to lose you

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: this is long and i am rlly proud of it. i was also writing this when i was harassed by a fucking spider...anyway. hope yall enjoy <3

4 am. it was 4 am and jack promised you he would be home by ten. you waited six whole hours for him. you sat on the couch with the tv on in the background and you were sitting on your phone. you were waiting for him. you heard the garage open and the sound of jacks car pulling in. you heard the car shut off and the garage door open behind you. you were pissed off. "where were you jack? you promised me that you would be home 6 fucking hours ago. not a single fucking text. not one "hey babe i'm gonna be late, don't wait up for me." jack i am so fucking tired. i haven't seen you in weeks. the most time i've spent with you in the last month was when we laid in bed talking to each other for 10 minutes." you ranted to him before turning around to see jack, clay, urban, and druski. all four of the boys were shocked. hell, you were even shocked to see them.

"umm we'll just excuse ourselves...good night y/n" clay spoke up and the three boys scurried past you to the opposite side of the house. they knew jack was in big trouble. jack cleared his throat and your attention was back onto him. his baby blues filled with disappointment. he was disappointed that he let you down and that you two haven't spent time with each other. "y/n i'm sorry, i really am. we just lost track of time at the studio." jack explained to you. he tried coming closer to you and grabbing your hand but you pulled away. "whatever jack, you promised me you would be home early tonight and you didn't show up. i'm going to bed." you said with an annoyed and upset tone. jack watched you walk up the stairs. "fuck" he whispered to himself and pinched the top of his nose bridge.

"yo, y/n is pissed at me and i need to make it up to her asap" jack told the boys as he walked over to the in home studio. "why didn't your dumbass just come home at a reasonable fucking time" clay asked his brother. "clay i need help so my girlfriend doesn't leave me, not a fucking lecture" jack replied to his brother. for the next hour jack, clay, urban, and drew came up with a plan to make it up to y/n.

it was about 5:30 am by the time jack made it to the bed you two shared. he tried to cuddle up next to you and for a second you let him but you realized that you were pissed at him and pushed him away from you. jack really fucked up this time and he was well aware of it.

It was 9:30 in the morning and jack needed to be out of the house before you. He had a busy morning ahead of him but he needed you out of the house. That's where Neelam comes into play. He asked Neelam to take you to brunch and then go shopping. you had woke up the minute you heard the garage door slam shut. you looked around your room "of course he's gone" you scoffed to yourself.

you saw that Neelam had asked if you wanted to get brunch and then go shopping for the rest of the day and you happily said yes. you got ready for the day and drove to neelam's place. you got there around 10:45. neelam had texted jack and told her that you would be with her the rest of the day and that he had nothing to worry about; she would get you home by 6 pm.

jack had got the boys up and assigned them their jobs. Urban was to clean the pool. Clay was to clean the patio. Drew was to set up the candle light dinner and table outside. Jack needed to find a fuck ton of flowers to fill the entire backyard.

It was now 5 pm and the boys had just finished everything up. The backyard looked beautiful. The table was set up under the gazebo where you and jack would be eating dinner. there was rose petals surrounding the pool and the gazebo. there were flowers everywhere; your favorite kinds to be exact. it was beautiful.

"thank you guys for helping me pull this together" jack told the boys. "we're glad to help" urban spoke up. "just don't keep fucking up, this shit took so much fucking time" drew said, earning a laugh from the group. "go fucking shower, you smell like ass and y/n won't fuck you smellin like that" clay said to jack, and in response jack flipped his little brother off as he walked into the house.

Jack took a shower and got dressed in a nice suit because he knew you loved when he dressed up. He looked at the time on his phone which read 5:30. you would be home soon.

jack looked at himself in the mirror once more before making his way down the stairs and being met with the boys once again. jack stuck his hands into his pockets as he talked to his friends. he fumbled with the little black box in his pocket and took it out of his pocket. this action caught the boys off guard. "Holy shit you're gonna propose to her?" they all said in unison. "yeah i been holding onto this for a few months and i feel like this is the perfect time to ask. jack was nervous.

the boys had left and it was just jack. he was alone in his thoughts. he suddenly heard a car pull up. you were right on time. you wore a cute, short white dress. jack giggled to himself as he saw you walk into the door. he thought it was funny how you were wearing a white dress on the day he would be asking you to be his forever.

you noticed jack wearing a suit. you were a bit confused...and turned on. "y/n, i am so fucking sorry baby. i promise from now on i will make more time, i will stick to my word, and i won't let you down" jack rushed out in one breathe. you walked over to him, still unaware of what was waiting for you in the backyard. "jack i'm tired of the fights. i miss my soulmate. i just wanna spend time with you. i love you" you said to him as you looked into his baby blues. he leaned down to put his forehead onto yours and you two engulfed each other in a long, hard kiss.

jack pulled away and took your hand. "i wanna show you something" jack said as he led you to the backyard. the minute your eyes met the backyard you started crying. "this is all for me?" you questioned and jack nodded, his curls bouncing. you felt so loved and so happy.

jack pulled you in front of him and you were still admiring the backyard. you didn't even notice that he was now on one knee and had a little black box in his hands. you gasped once you realized what was happening. "y/n y/m/n y/l/n, i have loved you for the past five years. i love you too much to lose you. i am forever grateful for you and i am blessed to have such a beautiful, strong, independent women in my life. I would be honored to call you my wife. i wouldn't wanna wake up next to anyone else but you, i wouldn't wanna argue with anyone else but you, and i wouldn't want anyone else to carry my children but you. I stand by that and i will stand by that for the rest of my life. will you marry me?" at this point, both of your were a crying mess. "yes, i will marry you jack. i love you so fucking much" you said before leaning down to kiss jack. once you pulled away he slipped on the large diamond onto your finger. "damn you look good with a ring on, should've put a ring on it sooner" jack whispered and you giggled. you loved everything about this night.

the two of you ate dinner and sooner or later made it to bed. "you looked so hot in that suit baby" you told your fiancé as you laid in bed. he plopped right on top of you and started kissing down your neck. "keep saying stuff like that and i might just put a baby in you" jack growled. "hmm a baby harlow, that doesn't sound too bad" you said out loud. jack's eyes glimmered, "really??" he questioned. he had been wanting a baby for so long but you held off. you nodded to him and giggled. it was an amazing night, you thought to yourself.

[mustlovesteve]

laughing at the broken glass

AO3 link

Summary:

In which Steve Harrington stumbles upon a vampiric Eddie Munson and makes some questionable decisions, including locking Eddie in his basement. Though Eddie isn't thrilled with this arrangement, he seems awfully excited to watch vampire movies with his captor. Steve is determined to not lose anyone this time, but with Vecna seeking out new prey, he might just lose himself.

my friend @spicy-cannoli drew some lovely fanart of my fic, laughing at the broken glass. i decided to share them alongside relevant scene excerpts (w/ her permission of course)! fyi, she doesn't draw steddie, so don't follow her for that.

these naturally include spoilers (for chapters 14-23 specifically), so i'm putting the rest of them behind the cut.

from Chapter 14 (15th uploaded chapter including the prologue):

“Heeeeey, Ste— What the fuck?” Eddie leapt back when the coywolf bounded towards him with a loud squeal. His efforts to dodge were futile. The nail-bat clattered against the pavement as the coywolf tackled him and sent him sprawling backwards. She licked at Eddie’s face, muffling the rest of his complaints. “Oh, so you’re going to pretend you don’t know who that is,” Steve said, letting the sarcasm drip from his voice. He leaned back against the door and took a bite of the garlic knot. “That’s real cute, Munson.” Eddie looked up at him, eyes wide and arms spread out like a starfish. “She sure knows who you are.” “Steve, what the hell is this thing?” Eddie questioned. He shoved the coywolf off him and scrambled to his feet. Nose wrinkled in disgust, he tried to wipe the slobber off his face. “Jesus. I’d ask if you spontaneously adopted a dog this morning, but this is not a dog!” “Good catch,” Steve said. He took another bite of the garlic knot and gestured with it as he spoke. “Hey, question for you. Remember what I told you to not even try to do? That power you might have?” Eddie’s eyes kept darting between Steve and the coywolf. His absolutely baffled expression would have been funny if Steve wasn’t so ticked off right now. “Did you happen to try using it last night? To, I dunno, find someone, maybe?” “I still don’t know what—” With another squeal, the coywolf trotted back to Steve. She looked over at Eddie, yip-howled, tried to tug Steve towards Eddie by the hem of his sweatpants, looked over at Eddie again, and yip-howled again. “Well, she found me,” Steve deadpanned. It shouldn’t have felt so satisfying to witness the slowly-dawning horrified realization spreading across Eddie’s face, but it did. Steve finished the garlic knot and crossed his arms. “Y’know what time she came by? Four-thirty.”

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from Chapter 20 (21st uploaded chapter including the prologue):

Dustin kept mentioning that Eddie was being way too nice in explaining the rules and that it was freaking him out. Mike seemed to be pissed off as soon as he saw Steve and grew livid over the span of the first hour. Max, who had refused to explain why she’d chosen to show up today, was steadily amused throughout, while Lucas became increasingly confused. Erica went from curious to delighted. Will was acting the strangest among them, with flashes of sadness that seemed unfitting for someone who was finally playing DND with his friends again. That giant wizard hat that he was wearing made it all the more jarring. The kids didn’t act this strange the whole time. For the most part, they were all pretty absorbed in Will’s game, Steve included; Will was really good at drawing everyone in as he weaved his tale. The strangeness primarily happened whenever Eddie tried to explain something to him, or whenever the kids looked at Steve, even though—he could not emphasize this enough—he wasn’t doing anything. “Okay, why is everyone acting all weird?” Steve finally asked, when the game had wrapped up. Beside him, Eddie coughed. “Yeah, I’m here. Shocking, I know. Get over it. I was already here anyway.” Tilting his head and tipping ever so slightly towards Eddie, Steve added, “Eddie’s the only one acting normal, actually.” “He’s acting normal, huh?” Max asked, narrowing her eyes. “Interesting.” Rather than slip on one of her usual smug looks, she paused before biting her lip and looking away. “I mean, that’s—” “I don’t think he’s acting normal at all,” Dustin insisted, pouting. He leaned towards Eddie and pressed his palms against the table. “Eddie, why won’t you be that nice to me? Is it because I didn’t let you drink my blood? Because that’s really unfair. I would have, you know.”

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from Chapter 23 (24th uploaded chapter):

Steve stared at Eddie, slack-jawed. That question was completely incomprehensible. He wasn’t even sure it was in English. “What the fuck is a doghouse?” Steve asked. “Oh fuck.” Eddie looked horrified, clutching the sides of his head. “Fuck. But I didn’t even…” “Wait, no.” Steve squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “I know what a doghouse is.” “Oh. Okay. That’s...good.” Eddie lowered his hands, which were still shaking, to his sides. “I— Shit. Uh. Hang on.” Eddie was gone in a flash, leaving Steve alone in the bedroom.

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BONUS:

once again, all of the art was created by @spicy-cannoli, and my fic can be found here!

[triscribe]

Fyrn

(Whipped up another flash fiction piece, also not quite close enough to what I need for the magazine submission but getting closer to the mark. Also, I think I'm going to write more with this character in future)

Fyrn couldn’t say when exactly the child turned up.

Somewhere between the last town and the start of the canyons, certainly. Plenty of small settlements in the region, preyed upon by bandits and kingcloaks alike - wouldn’t be unheard of for some wise parent to send their littles into the hills when such a party arrived.

But for one to turn up on the trade road? Alone? That didn’t sit well with Fyrn.

She’d been hired to guard the caravan from thieves and such, serve as a living warning to any kingcloaks that might turn up. Didn’t mean she couldn’t leave a bit of food behind when they got rolling each morning. Or drop her spare blanket at the edge of camp one night, outside the route walked by the pair of sentries. Her meals came free, after all, and there would be plenty of merchants to buy another blanket from at the end of the journey.

The child did well to keep out of anyone else’s sight, but Fyrn kept on catching glimpses, once or twice a day. A messy head of thick black hair ducking into a cliff crevice. Dirty hands darting to scoop some water from a horse’s bucket. Wide, dark eyes that twice met Fyrn’s own, staring for several seconds before their owner scooted out of view once more.

Several days into the sprawling canyons, Fyrn pretended to misplace her waterskin. The next morning, she awoke on her bedroll to find a tidy pile of small, bright yellow flowers laid on top of her sword. Smiling, she threaded each one into the laces of her jerkin. A few drivers tried to snicker, of course, but leaning close into one’s personal space with her lips pulled just a little too wide to be called a smile shut them all up soon enough.

She liked flowers.

She didn’t like when they almost all fell out during the fight some hours later.

Four and ten kingcloaks came riding down the road, spared one look at the heavy merchant wagons that pulled off to one side to let them pass, and promptly declared they needed to ‘inspect’ the goods for any ‘illegal’ items. The merchants took offense. Fyrn stepped up, planting herself in-between the dismounted party and the wagons.

Four and ten against one, and she still managed to kill half before taking a single wound.

After that, the fight turned uglier, some of the wagon drivers needing to take shots with their crossbows to finish it. Fyrn stabbed, she twisted and lunged, ignored the spreading burn in her shoulders and legs and gut. Her blade flashed as it swung, singing with each strike, until the last kingcloak went down.

Some of the merchants came out from hiding behind their wagons. They praised Fyrn, promised extra payment for her valor, guided her stumbling form to the half-empty supply cart. Two climbed up to help her in, cleaned and dressed her wounds, offered to fetch whatever she needed.

Fyrn only asked for a cloth to clean her sword.

After a time, the attention ceased, as merchants and drivers dispersed to bury the kingcloaks and ‘inspect’ their own belongings. Leaning back with her eyes closed, Fyrn kept her breathing steady as she waited for the pain to ease.

A light thump drew her attention.

Eyes snapping back open, she almost lunged upright, sword still in hand. But a pair of dark eyes made her freeze instead.

The child waited until Fyrn eased back against the sacks of grain and vegetables. Cautious steps eased forward, and little hands unfolded Fyrn’s spare blanket to drape across her legs. She huffed. Then plucked the sole remaining flower from her jerkin, to tuck behind the child’s ear.

When one of the drivers returned to announce they were about to resume travel, he stopped short and stared at the small figure curled up beside Fyrn. A single arched eyebrow made the man stammer out his message; a curt nod sent him on his way.

The child giggled. Fyrn tugged on a strand of curly hair, smirking.

No one else bothered to say a word or spare a glance at the caravan’s new tagalong, who proved to be very helpful in playing step-and-fetch for everything she needed. By the time her wounds healed into some impressive new scars, Fyrn decided she’d look into buying a good quality dagger at the end of their journey for her new student to practice using.

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@angie-long-legs

"Waiiit, Angelito!" Valentino intercepted Angel Dust on his way to the door, swift and imposing in spite of the pitchy tone of his voice. Another unpleasant fourteen-hour shift of Angel's had just come to a close, but his pimp wasn't finished with him yet. Valentino had something else in store for his favorite star.

"Angie. You can't leave."

That never spelled good news for Angel.

Grinning down at him, the moth grabbed all four of Angel's wrists with all four of his hands... and started rambling.

"Last night, Vox, Velvette, and I were hangin' out... you know, as we do... and we were like, 'wait. We're a TEAM, and what do we have to show for it?'"

Where was he going with this?

"Sure, we have some commercials with all three of us together, but what else? The tower? Please. If we had to put together a portfolio for us as a group, there would be nothingggg!"

Maybe he was just high. Or maybe this was another convoluted attempt at winning Angel's affection in a somewhat genuine way before inevitably tearing him down all over again.

"That's when we came up with the most brilliant idea. Get this: a half game show half reality show called Slay or Nay. Vox is the producer, Velvette makes the clothes, and they're both also judges... and I'm the hilarious, sexy, and lovable HOST!"

Whatever was going on with him aside, it was clear that Valentino was extremely excited to let Angel know about his idea. He looked even more conceited than usual, and that was saying something.

"Basically, we get a group of contestants in here and they all have to put together an outfit using clothes that Velvette designed. Whoever gets the closest to her original vision wins round one— and round two is just where everyone lines up and the judges and audience vote on how good the aesthetics are! Like, whether they slay or not, hence the name! Eventually, everyone gets eliminated, until there's one winner left..."

Valentino drew his face closer to Angel's.

"Do you wanna be in season one, babycakes? You can be our industry plant."

[allthewriteplaces]

My Paradise

Author's Note: This isn't my best work, and it's been three years since I wrote it, but it would be a shame if I were to continue to let this little story sit in my USB drive collecting dust, only to never see the light of day when I was so proud of it when I finished it. Plus it's nice to look back and see how much I've improved over the years.

Story Summary: The day has come for Arkov Sosha to marry the man of her dreams, the Captain of the Hercules, himself, Yargwynn Salta and while it's been a long time coming, and their adventure hasn't all been smooth sailing, everything is finally falling into place.

Warning(s): None, only fluff

Word Count: 2478

From the moment we are born, it seems as though our fates are sealed and our destinies are written somewhere in the stars. Each step we take and each choice we make, alters our path, opens new doors, and leads to infinite possibilities, infinite realities exist within our universe, each one a branch in the ever growing tree of life.

Had I not made the choices I made, I wouldn’t have went on such incredible adventures and meet so many wonderful people who would ultimately become my family or be standing in my chambers on the Hercules, a place that was once foreign but had now become my home dressed in a gown woven from the dark cloths of the night sky and sparkled like a thousand stars.

Everyone dreams about their fairytale wedding, and I am no exception, it was the sort of thing that most girls, including most of my childhood friends, always seemed to like to talk about at sleepovers and even at school. To tell you the truth, however, I never thought much about it, in fact, it was the last thing on my mind. There were so many other things I wanted to do with my life first, like exploring far off places and making a life for myself, just like my mother did.

She is gone now. I wish that she could see how happy I am; I wish that she would be there to see me trying on my wedding dress - one that I am in the process of adding the finishing touches to - and I wish she could see me walking down the aisle on my wedding day.

Loss is not anything new to me, I’ve lost many friends and family over the years, and the pain and the sadness that come along with it, are like waves, trying to knock me down over and over again, and toss me onto the sand, never to drown, but no matter how many times I fall, I somehow manage to get back up and live another day.

Well, I suppose in a way, she is here in spirit, watching from somewhere far, far away from this place.

She always said that I had a gift for creating things, making something amazing out of what appeared to be nothing and that is exactly what I’m doing right now. I suppose it’s my way of having her with me, and for a split second, a smile makes its way onto my face.

Rubbing my tired eyes, I realize that it’s getting late. I hold up the dress and examine the stitching. It still needs a bit of touching up, but I have at least twenty-four hours before I get married. Goodness, even now, saying those two words, I still can’t believe it’s happening, it still doesn’t seem real yet.

Let me tell you, when I first met Captain Yargwynn Salta, it wasn’t exactly love at first sight, though I couldn’t deny that there was something about him that drew me to him. Sure, he flirted with me here and there, and maybe I responded with a few witty remarks of my own, but it was only in playful banter, until it wasn’t, until our feelings for one another started to grow.

When I first realized that I was indeed falling in love, I was terrified; no, I wasn’t afraid of falling in love specifically, but I was afraid of the feelings that came with it and the pain that would ultimately come when they would not be returned. The whole sensation where I could barely get a word out when I was around him, or when his hand would accidentally brush against mine was similar to standing on the edge of a cliff and not knowing what waited for you at the bottom besides the possibility of imminent death.

But instead, when the both of us were at our very worst, and I had been teleported to the glistening clear waters and sandy shores of Cantahc when things seemed to be bleaker than they ever had been, he told me that he had grown to have said feelings for me as well, but after all that had happened, it was almost impossible for me to get my head around what was going on. I had been waiting to hear those words for so long.

And that was where we shared our first kiss, right there on that beach, I was being held tightly in Yargwynn’s strong arms, my own personal safety net that I could always depend on catching me when I fell, and comforted by his soft, almost rumbling voice, his heartbeat hammering against his chest, and his gentle hands resting on either side of my face.

Apparently, according to him, I am a terrible kisser; okay, I’ll admit, I’m not as good as he is, but I think I have a strong grasp of what to do and what not to do, and I will have tomorrow evening to prove him wrong.

There is something romantic about a beach wedding that makes it the perfect spot for our special day; we will be getting married by the ocean, in the company of our closest friends and family.

Making my way to the comfortable bed we both share, I climb in and glance over at my soon-to-be husband, whose purple locks are sprawled out on the pillow, and the top three buttons of his loose-fitting pirate shirt are undone. There is also a small grin on his face, which tells me that he’s not quite asleep yet.

“Finally, I was starting to think that I’d be spending the whole night alone,”

“You know that I would never deprive you of my company,” I reply, undoing my braid and letting my hair fall down my back in cascading waves. “It’s all done for now, I just have to add a bit more stitching along the bottom of it, but you’re not allowed to see what it looks like until I’m done.”

“Why not?” He pouts, but his tone remains lighthearted and playful, so I know he’s just teasing me.

“Well, don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, especially in her dress? You wouldn’t want to disappoint Lady Luck now, would we?” I repeat the same words he said to me when he caught me sneaking aboard The Hercules.

“I suppose not.” He sighed and then rolled over onto his side so that he was facing me, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear and then placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you tomorrow.”

“Well, there’s no backing down now, is there?” I whispered, smiling at the gesture.

“Nope.” Even in the darkness, I can see his grin growing and he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer toward him. “Not even if you beg me to let you go, I won’t. I nearly lost you and there’s no way I’m going to let that happen ever again.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, even if you beg me to leave, I’m staying right here.” To prove that, I take his hand in mine, placing a kiss on each of his knuckles. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.

I can’t believe that tomorrow, I , Arkov Sosha, will become Mrs Arkov Salta. It has a nice ring to it.

Hours and hours pass by, the sun is setting and the air is warm, just like I imagined it would be; I cannot picture a more perfect day to get married. My husband-to-be is waiting for me outside and I can hear him laughing, no doubt trying to regale the guests with his epic tales, that’s the pirate in him, I’m sure.

I slip on the dress, careful not to damage anything by pulling or moving too quickly. It’s impossible for me to not be anxious right now; so many things could go wrong, and anything can happen, but I cannot let that distract me, I can’t let those superstitious and insecure feelings get in the way of what is going to be the best day of my entire life.

I let my hair down, then stand in the mirror. The girl staring back at me isn’t at all like the young girl who would have been there. Her hair was a lot messier, her clothes a bit more tattered, and her eyes a bit tired, and she was a lot thinner, less muscular. I almost don’t recognize her.

With a sigh, I step barefoot onto the sand, feeling it trying to get between my toes; it’s a strange feeling, I’ll admit, but I’m slowly becoming more and more used to it the longer I find myself living here. The closer I walk, the better I can hear the musicians playing softly in the background.

I am not paying attention to anything, other than the proud, adoring smile on Yargwynn’s face; he, too, has changed since I met him, his hair is a bit longer, he never, ever lets me cut it, unless it’s hanging in his face, then he will let me trim a little bit off. He does have it tied back, though, just enough for me to see those hypnotic blue eyes staring back at me.

“You look beautiful,” he says in a whisper as we stand together under a makeshift altar, his thumb gently strokes the back of my hand and already, I feel my nervousness slipping away. Loyal, a guardian angel from Queria, is the one to marry us. Their friends, a vampire, a fearless mouse, and a wizard are part of the small group of friends we’ve invited to join in the celebration.

The second the speech is finished, and we are finally allowed to kiss, as the music picks up to a more upbeat tune, it finally feels real, this whole thing. We’re now husband and wife. Everything we have faced together, every high and every low is worth this one moment, this small fraction of time.

Soon, as the sun has set completely and the stars unveil themselves, it’s as though it’s just the two of us, dancing on the water as the music continues to play. The moonlight reflects off the water, making it shimmer and shine.

“How does it feel to finally be married to me and be Mrs. Yargwynn Salta?” Yargwynn asks as we lay side by side on the sand, and the waves rush against our feet.

“It feels pretty good,” I reply, closing my eyes as a warm breeze blows by, and finding his hand, putting it into my own. “I just wish there was a way they could have been there and seen us, you know?”

He gently pulls his hand free, then shifts a little so that he’s sitting up on one elbow and his chin rests on my hand. “They were here. They did see us and they were happy. And they wouldn’t want to see you crying on your wedding day.”

I sniffed, then nodded my head slowly, standing up and then moving towards the water. It’s nice and cool, perfect for swimming in. I lie back, letting it hold me up. I glance up at the infinite number of stars peering down at me, once again reminding me that I am only a speck, just a dot on a gigantic canvas.

My eyes pop open when I feel two hands gripping my waist and pulling me up, grinning down at me.

“Leaving me already?” he frowns and clicks his tongue, “Arkov, my darling, how could you? And on our wedding day, too.”

“Leave you? I would never!” I struggle to catch enough breath to stop laughing and reply. “I am not as tricky as you think I am.”

He sighs dramatically and then puts me down, sulking. I roll my eyes and then with both of my hands, I splash him with as much energy as I have.

“Did you…just splash me?” He sputters; I nod and he grins, more madly now, and then splashes me back. “Yeah, you’re in trouble now!”

I manage to dodge out of the way and soon, we’re both laughing and splashing each other like the children we once were.

Later, as soon as we are both calm and dried off, we lay down on top of the soft sheets, lulled by the sound of the waves crashing outside.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Yargwynn whispers in my ear, his deep voice husky and his accent a lot thicker.

“Not enough,” I tease and he pulls me on top of him, keeping his hands on my hips.

“Alright then, I will tell you every day until the day I die how much I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“And you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.” I kiss his nose, “and I love you more, to the four corners of the universe and back again.”

He rolls over so that I am the one beneath him. He nuzzles my neck, making me laugh and the love in his eyes makes me melt completely. “And I love you, my beautiful wife, to infinity beyond infinity”

I lay my head down on his chest, allowing my hand to rest right above his heart as he makes his way further into mine.

The End!

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[writingcold]

Neapolitan: A Continuance Part 5

Neapolitan: A Continuance

Part Five

A/N:  Hi.  I’m glad you’re back.  Last part was hard.  Next part will be harder.  This part - this part - however will be fluffy, smutty and soothing.  It was for me.  I will not be posting this next week, but will be back in the new year!  Can’t fucking believe it’s rolling into 2023.  Here’s a link for the original Neapolitan if you’ve not read it yet, as well as a Master List for Neapolitan: A Continuance.  

Content warning: Sex, alcohol (of course), language, adult situations.  Violet delivers some chocolate.  Toys, anal play, binding, oral (m/f rec), fingering, pegging, messy, messy, messy - a very merry, merry Christmas and Happy New Year!  (one more nugget - if you listen to this live ‘Age of Machine’ guitar solos at the beginning and then end of the song, you may just see it.)

Word Count: approx. 9K words, it's rough, and I apologize. I just finished this and is only lightly edited by myself.

      Christmas Eve was chaotic and full of wonder and love in the Kiszka household.  Karen and Kelly’s home was filled with family and friends of all ages.  Violet was tugged around first by Jake, then by Sam, then by Josh as they circuited the room ensuring she had met everyone and had interacted with all beings great and small that they knew and loved.  She was rescued by Papa K and dragged off into the kitchen to hide from the boys, as he put it.  She was lulled into a quiet conversation with a few family friends that were visiting from somewhere on the east coast.  She was only outed when Sam discovered her in the ‘old people’ room and dragged her back out into the deep end of the house.

      The ride home was soothing.  Jake drove the near four hours due west.  They reached her home just in time to nap before heading over to Charlie and Madelynn’s, who held a repeat of their prior night, just with her family.  Ava had been able to bring her Logan with her for the visit.  Jake had found a kindred spirit as Logan had yet to meet the family on such a scale, so the two gravitated together while Violet and Ava helped their mother host the party.  Though a bit more reserved compared to the Kiszka’s, that changed once Tony and Cara arrived.  Violet tried to be mortified over the drunk dancing that her mother and best friend were flaunting, but threw caution to the wind and joined them instead.  

     Her house was quiet and void of anything Christmas.  Violet looked around, half sad, half happy that she would not have to deal with anything like having to pack decorations.  

      “Coffee?”  she asked.  “I’m going to need it.”

      He nodded before he pointed upstairs.   She started to move around the kitchen, collecting cups and grabbing her cream from the refrigerator.  As the coffee started to flow, she glanced up the stairs, listening to Jake as he moved around, obviously getting ready for bed.  Going to the hutch in the dining room, she popped open the cabinet and drew out a small box wrapped in gold, red and green paper with a fancy bow.  Charlie had promised that he would get the gift safely into the house before their arrival to ensure Jake had no idea.

      Coffee made and properly prepped, she carried everything upstairs, tucking the present behind her back before she reached the bedroom.  Stepping inside, Violet was welcomed by candlelight.  He had placed the pillar candles on both sides of the bed, leaving no other light in the room.  The bed was turned down and he was nowhere to be seen.       “Jake?”  she called out as she set the coffees on the nightstand.

      “I’m here,”  he said from behind her.

      “Where were you?”

      “I may have had a delivery and an elf that placed it in the front room for me.”

      “Mom.”

      He nodded and held up a small, rectangle box.  “Merry Christmas.”

     She laughed as she held up her small, rectangle shaped box.  

     “Charlie?”

     “Yeah, I had Dad bring it over so you wouldn’t see it.”

     “I think they like us.”

     They laughed together as he pulled her over to the bed.  She shook her box with a coy smile.

     “A new Jakey Jr.?”  she teased.  “Maybe a bit small for that…  Not to mention a bit weird to have my mother deliver it here for you.  I don’t want to unpack that.  Don’t ask…  I want you to open yours first though.”

     He shook his head, but relented as she waved at him to proceed.  Popping the heavy paper, he made quick work of the box, taking the lid off and revealing a bracelet of twisted silver work that had opals woven into it that looked like dewdrops.

     “There’s a gentleman that makes these that I would sit and watch on my down days sometimes.  Each one is unique,”  she explained as she helped him to secure it.  “He would sing while he worked, too.  He was just lovely.  I told him that I wanted to give you one, and he required me to tell him all about you before he did anything.  This is how he saw you through me.”

     “It’s perfect.”  He nudged her to open hers.  “Mine doesn’t have quite the same story.”

     Inside her box was a necklace.  The silver and leather chain was sturdy so she would be able to wear it while she worked.  The pendant was layered with a silver plate that was engraved with a bare tree with a diamond pressed into its sky for the moon, but then there were little sparkles through the veins of an oak leaf, and on an acorn, each piece of the pendant was elements of home - her home.

     “I found it while we were in England and thought that it was you,”  he whispered.  “Look at the back of the panel.”

     She turned it carefully, squinting in the dim light.  A single word was engraved - strong.  She pressed her lips together unsure if a cry or a smile was going to come out.  Her finger traced the lettering that she recognized as his own handwriting.

     “They had me write out the word and they took it from there,”  he said.  “Of course, I hope that means that someone can’t forge-”

     She rolled her eyes and pushed him back on the bed, landing a solid kiss to his chin in the mix.  They laughed as he dragged her up to have better access.  He curled his finger beneath her chin before kissing her gently.

     “I need some chocolate,”  he whispered in her ear, before biting into the lobe.

     Violet felt her eyes close as his hands brushed against her sides.  A low hum rumbled in her chest as he pressed his mouth into her throat, giving a little nibble and tug.  “Tomorrow night?”

      “Planning already, gorgeous?”  he asked as he rolled them until she was pressed on top of him.  “Going to tear me up?”

      She straddled him, yanking off her sweater to reveal no bra and no undershirt.  His smirk appeared as he instantly placed his hands on her.  Sitting up, he suckled on one while pinching the other nipple.  She felt him grow hard beneath her.  

     “I want to make you beg,”  she whispered into his hair.

     The hot rush of breath against her skin made her laugh.  “Get your damn pants off,”  he grunted, pushing her off of him suddenly.

     The soft laugh that she let out seemed to spurn him on.  She dropped her leggings and panties just in time for him to shed everything and bounce down on the bed with her in tow.  He turned her in his lap, reverse cowgirl.  Violet pumped his shaft a few times, bobbing the head against her clit before sinking down onto him.  Once their bodies met, he reached up and pulled her down so that her back was against his chest.  His hands played her like his Gibson while he fucked into her slow and sure.

     She slid her arms up and threaded her fingers into his hair.  She tipped her hips so he could grind up into her better.  His hard breath against her ear made her quiver around him.  

      “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,”  he sighed as he slowed to a stop.  “I need more.”

      She brought her hands down to hold onto his, feeling the muscles of his abdomen tighten.  He gripped her hips as he rolled them over so that he could rise above her, dragging her hips up against him.   He plied wet kisses down her spine, his fingers grinding in her just the way she liked it.  She moaned as he planted a kiss against the small of her back.

     “Violet,”  he whispered against her skin.

      Lost in his touch, she could not answer.  To his credit, he did not stop.  Instead, he flicked his tongue out and lapped at her rear entrance to elicit her orgasm.  Her jaw dropped as he bit into her ass cheek as she came hard around his fingers.  He released a hum as he slowed.

     “Roll on your back, baby,”  he whispered.  “I need to see your face.”

     She complied quickly, pulling him down into an embrace she welcomed fully.  He kissed her deeply as he slid into her slow and deep.  Violet watched as he rose above her, his dark eyes darting all over her face.  

     “Hey,”  she whispered, reaching up to touch his face.  “Jake?  What’s going on?”

     He pushed as deep as he could within her, making both of them gasp at the feel.  “Love you.  I just…”

     He repeated the movement, pausing like he would stay in that spot.  Violet felt her body coil as he moved against her.  His eyes, though.  His eyes were filled with emotion that she could not fully understand.  

     “Jake,”  she whispered, her hands landing on his hips to stop him.  “Look at me.  Hey.  What’s going on, baby.”

     Tears touched the corners of his eyes, dropping down on her cheek.  Fully concerned, she held his face close to hers as she forced them both to sit up.  Their knees kissed each other while she pulled their torsos close.  He held her close, his breath heavy against her skin.

      “Jake, you’re scaring me,”  she said firmly, pulling back far enough to see his face once more, even though he kept his chin tucked.  She pressed her palms to his cheeks to bring his eyes up to hers.  “Please, talk to me.”

      “It’s stupid,”  he whispered.  “Holy fuck, it’s so damn stupid.”

      He flashed a shy smile as he sniffled.  “Okay, so if it’s stupid, you have to share so I know how to make fun of you, lover.”

      He laughed softly as she let him nuzzle against her neck for a moment to collect himself.  “Overwhelmed I think.  I’ve never had this.  Didn’t think I ever wanted this.  You’re just… Fuck I can’t even put it to words.  You give yourself so damn freely…  Even after everything.  And it scares me.  I am scared to death that I’m going to fuck it up.”

      She couldn’t help the awww that passed her lips.  His eyes turned sharp on her.  “Jake, no.  Don’t do that.”

      He made like he was going to jump off that bed like it was dangerous.  She grabbed him by the shoulders and made him stay.  Carefully, she leaned in and kissed his mouth.

      “I’m not much better.  This is all new to me, too.”  She pressed another kiss to his mouth.  “This is the first time ever to have this on this level that I never imagined possible and it’s with you.  It’ll always be with you, Jake, because I choose you.”

      “Not stupid?”

      “Not stupid,”  she said as he brushed his hand down her cheek.  “But maybe I need to look to see if you spouted a pussy, cuz you know…”

      “Fuck,”  he growled as he pulled her up onto his lap, pulling her legs to wrap around him.

     He pulled her down so that their foreheads rested against each other while he moved up into her.  He rocked her slowly, pressing deep each time to ensure that gasp of hers that he loved to hear.  Violet could only hold on as he moved them.  He had her hips locked in his palms and her tits rubbed his just right as they leaned forward and back.   She whimpered against him as he ground into her hard.  He bent just enough to suck a nipple between his teeth.  Her head lulled back as she came undone atop him.  Jake pulled her hard up, speeding up to catch her, cumming into her hard as she kissed him.

       Morning had arrived all together too quickly.  Violet had promised Jake that they would spend most of the day right where they lay.  After days of Kiszka chaos, it was time to just be still.  Jake snored softly as she stole out of the room and padded down the stairs.  Within thirty minutes, she had breakfast baking in the oven, coffee on and was sitting at the island looking at her laptop, avoiding at all costs anything dealing with the outside world.  She had glanced at the excited texts from Max and Ollie about New Years Eve.  Ollie finally admitted that to be with them on the holiday would be pretty amazing as compared to the second shift at the clinic without hope of a New Year’s kiss.  Violet had checked work and was thankful that all was quiet.  Dr. Wold had sent out a wonderful letter to the entire team regarding how appreciative he was that everyone would drop what they were doing to join him when their skills were so desperately needed.  

     Will had sent an update full of pictures of the kids, along with a surprise - a ribbon tied around his wife’s abdomen in baby colors.  She giggled out loud at the prospect of being an Auntie once more.  She could hear Jake moving around just as the scent of scones began to waft through the air.  She pulled the marmalade from the fridge before collecting the cooling rack, and finally pulled the pastry from the oven.  

     “Hey, gorgeous,”  he murmured as he strolled into the kitchen.  She leaned into him for a kiss as she offered him a cup of coffee.  “Looks amazing.  I didn’t know you could make these.”

     She grinned.  “I don’t often, but I had a taste for them.”

     They settled into the quietness of the day.   Violet found herself knotted up on the couch, toe to toe with Jake as he practiced on his acoustic and she was reading the notes from the monthly training issues for work.  She caught up on email and busywork that was required.  The entire time, she tried not to be distracted by his ruminations and jotting notes down in his notebook as he worked.  The afternoon brought Ava and Logan for an early supper as they were leaving on the red eye from Grand Rapids.  Jake had a stew on the stove that he was babying along while talking over football with his new bestie and beers.  Ava coyly smiled at her boyfriend the whole time, something that was not lost on her big sister.

      “Alright, what the fuck girlie?”  Violet asked, finally tired of trying to hold her sister’s attention.

     Ava giggled as Logan stopped mid-sentence to look across the room.  She reached into her pocket and slid on her new ring to show off.  Violet’s jaw dropped as she lurched forward to grab her baby sister in a crushing hug.  They squealed while the guys just shook their heads.

     “You, of course, have to be my maid of honor,”  Ava said with a shrug.  “We don’t have a date yet, but I know you have to be with me, Vi.”

     “Of course,”  she said with a nod.  

     Dinner over, they waved at Ava and Logan off as they headed right for the airport.  Violet bundled up with Jake to share a smoke on the snowy deck.  She closed her eyes for a long moment as she felt herself shifting towards the moment at hand.  

     “You all right?”  he asked quietly before handing her the smoke.

     Nodding, Violet grinned.  “Ready for dessert.  I’m going to go get us together.”

     She took her drag and headed inside, up the stairs and into the bedroom.  She paused, a stray thought hitting her that she did not think of this room as her own any more.  It was the bedroom, not her bedroom.  She could not think of her space without Jake being a part of it.  The thought drew a smile to her that felt like things were finally moving in a direction that she knew was right.

     She started with Jake’s piece - setting out a pair of soft pink pj bottoms.  Smiling, she twirled into the bathroom to retrieve her baby doll sheer robe that was in a matching pink, but hemmed in soft fuzzy feathers.  She found the satin ties and to complete the evening, a toy just for him.  She freshened herself up, touching up her makeup, fluffing out her hair before covering the outfit under her silk robe.  She prepped her nightstand with everything she would need before sliding into the matching fuzzy kitten heels and moving out into the hallway.  One more look and she felt like she was ready.

     “Jacob?”  she called, her heart fluttering at how quickly he responded.  “Up here, now.”

     She moved to the window of the bedroom, keeping her back to him as he walked in.  “Dress in those.  Clean up in the bathroom.  You have five minutes.”

     He said nothing but followed directions, no questions.  She grinned as she removed her silk and draped it across her rocking chair.  She took a moment to fluff her hair and check her lipstick.  Moving to the bed, she sat down, legs crossed, making sure she looked right for the moment.  When Jake emerged from the bathroom, she could not hide the smile.  Pink against his skin was lovely.  He stopped as she narrowed her eyes.  

     “Kneel down,”  she said firmly.

     He had a fraction of a moment where he looked down at himself like he was unsure if he had done something wrong.  He sunk down before her.  His gaze dragged across her, taking in what she was wearing before bringing his eyes up level to her.

     Violet stepped around him, hands in his hair.  He at first tried to duck, but she held firm, twisting and pulling until it was in a lovely french braid that landed just below the shoulder blades.  She hummed with satisfaction.  

     “Better.  Now, take that chair out from the wall,”  she directed.  “Slide it over here.”

     He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told.  She loved the sight of his ass shifting just beneath the soft, brushed cotton of the pjs.  She made sure she thrust out her hip to catch his eye.  It was obvious that he liked what he saw, the soft bulge that was already happening in the front of the pjs confirmed it.  She made a low rumble in her chest as she pressed a finger into the soft skin of his belly, tracing a line to the waist of his bottoms.  Tugging, he let her move him into where she needed him.  She plopped down into the chair, crossing her ankles and thrusting out her chest.

      “All right Jacob,”  she said with a firmness that gave him goosebumps across his arms.  “Tonight is something new for you.  I appreciate the restraint that you have shown so far.  I will be rewarding you for that patience.  First, however, is for me.  Kneel down.”

      He slowly crouched, bringing himself below her, a faint smile on his luscious lips.  

      “Tonight, we’ll start with this chair.  If you’ve ever noticed, it has the perfect arms,”  she remarked, leaning her shoulders back against the cushions.  Splaying her legs, she hiked first one, then other up on the arms to expose herself.  “Get to it, boy.”

     Jake licked at his lips as a smirk was revealed.  He hummed as he leaned forward, nuzzling against her thigh.  She caught him by the chin, a smirk of her own forming that made him pause.

     “No using the magic fingers tonight, guitar player,”  she whispered.  “Now make me cum to get your reward.”

     Violet laughed when she heard him whisper a nervous fuck.  She loved watching him, but this was going to be different.  Taking away what she loved the most was going to be a challenge for him to rise to.  Too often, he would rely on those fingers and sure as shit, he was right.  His mouth was lovely.  No doubt about it.  He readjusted his plan.  He started to leave tiny kisses along the inside of her knee working his way towards her core, only to skip and follow the path on the other leg.  A bit of deviousness twinkled in his dark eyes as he nibbled into the meat of her thigh, blowing against the skin.

     “Not impressed, Jacob.”

     His eyes narrowed at her with a quip that died on his lips.  Her eyebrows perked in challenge and he seemed to regroup.  He leaned back towards her knee, this time he lay one long swipe with his tongue, following up the length of her thigh.  He pressed a kiss to her pussy before following a down swipe of the other thigh.  Her eyes began to softly close as he followed the path a few times, each kiss to her core a bit longer, a bit wetter until finally, he pressed in one, long, tongue deep, kiss to her center.  Her jaw dropped as he bobbed her clit with the tip of his nose.  He blew across the sensitive skin before diving into a frenzy that left her gasping, but not cumming.  He hummed against her.  She breathed out a laugh as he seemed to debate.  He shifted above her, placing a tender kiss to her pubic bone before settling back down.  With confidence, he pressed the tip of his tongue to her, flicking the nub once, twice before a barrage that quickened her heart and stilted her breath.  He seemed to read her body, knowing she needed more but how…

     He reached up, taking her hand in his own.  Violet was about to scold him until he bent her fingers back with the exception of her middle and ring fingers.  He placed them on either side of the clit, against the swollen lips of the labia.  He grinned at her before he pressed his tongue back to her, lapping between ass and cunt, all the while, nudging her fingers against the clit with his nose.

     “Fucker,”  she breathed as worked her.

     The praise moved him forward, pounding, swirling and relishing her with just his tongue.  Violet could feel the coil in her belly.  She could feel it drifting over her core, spreading through her muscles across her entire frame as he finally grabbed her clit between his lips and drew her hard just the way she liked it.  She let her head lull back as he rode her out, passing across her in long, hot laps that sent her shivering into orbit.  He planted a few more kisses to her thigh, resting his chin on the muscle as she collected herself.

     “Was that good?”  he asked as she traced the line of his jaw.

     “So good,”  she answered.  She leaned forward, kissing him hard before pushing him back gently.  “Get up on the bed, arrange yourself on your back on the pillows so that you’re comfortable.  Time for your treat.”

      He let out a soft ooo before rising and moving to the bed.  She collected herself, straightening the sheer robe that barely fell below her ass, just the way she knew he liked it.  Violet waited as he propped his back against a few pillows, legs straight out and crossed as the ankles.  She made a dramatic show of moving towards the covered items on her night table.  His eyes strayed to her hands, catching sight of her ‘treat’.  

     “Comfortable?”  she asked, taking the ties into her hands.  When he nodded, she moved to slide her hand down his right arm.  “Last chance…”

     He grinned as she started to pin his wrist to the bedpost with only a little give.  She followed suit on the other side, ensuring that he was watching her ass the entire walk around.  She secured his left arm, again leaving just a bit of give so as not to make him too uncomfortable.  She moved to the foot of the bed to assess her work.

     “You look so lovely, Jacob,”  she said, rubbing the fuzz of fringe that kissed at her cleavage.  “Your treat does not involve fucking me.  Just be aware of that fact.”

     She climbed up onto the bed, crossing his body to plant a searing kiss to his mouth.  He gasped as she pulled away.  She kissed her way back down his torso, sucking at each nipple, biting at the belly button before hooking her fingers into the waist of the pjs.   Slowly, she dragged the fabric down, making a show of how her tits bounced along in her effort.  He grinned at her as she landed on the floor once more, leaving him totally naked.  

      “I found this and thought of you, Jacob.  You look so good pink, and thought you would like one of your own to go with my Jakey, Jr.,”  she said, lifting a soft pink dildo.  

      His dick twitched with the prospect.  She took the lube in one hand and the toy in the other, moving back in between his legs.  Violet set the things to the side before looking back at him as he watched her.  He truly was beautiful.  The anticipation gleamed in his eyes.  HIs body was fully relaxed.  The show of absolute trust moved her.  She crawled up his torso once more, having to connect them in a way she saw fit - sucking his cherry colored bottom lip in hard, biting the flesh tenderly as he moaned into her mouth.  With deft fingers, she sought out the fuzzy hair tie, slipping it from his braid and leaning back in a show of tits and grins.

     Jake watched as she folded her hair into a half up bun, preparing for the show ahead.  There was a spot on his hip, the hard flat plane, just under the hip bone, that drove him nuts when she kissed the thin expanse of skin.  He drew in a scathing hiss as she twirled her tongue across this spot, first on the right, followed by the left hip, leaving little strawberry marks on his tanned skin.  It was the only area she could mark him and she took every opportunity to do so.  He was rigid by the time she reached for his cock.  A satisfied purr escaped her as she pumped him a few times.

      “I’m going to fuck you, Jacob.”  She brushed her thumb over the tip, collecting the precum and swiping it across her mouth.  “You will not cum until I want you to.  Do you understand?  You will beg me.  But you will not whine for it.  You won’t cry for it.  Don’t be a fucking infant.  You will beg like a goddamn man.  Do you understand?”

      He swallowed hard.  “Yes, Violet,”  he whispered.

     “Then sit back and enjoy the show, bitch.”

     She rose up on her knees, bouncing her breasts between her hands, lightening the mood for a moment.  She bent over him, pumping him with her hand before plunging her month down, all the way to the base and swallowing him down.  He ground out a curse as she sucked him all the way to the tip only to repeat.  He was already leaking in his excitement.  She laughed deep in her chest as she released him.  She moved his knee up to allow her access to his entrance, bending swiftly to tongue the new area.  His breathing grew ragged as she pressed a bit into the meat of his thigh before sucking in his balls one at a time, before lazily moving back down.  

      “Goddamn,”  he breathed out, tugging at the ties on his hands.

      She grinned but did not stop.  Lick, press, bite into the flesh.  Lick, press, suck the flesh.  His body was quivering and tightening under her care.  One more long pass and she was reaching for the lube.  Bending the other knee up, she liberally applied the cool gel before drizzling it across the dildo.  She held it up for him to see her swipe her fist up and down.  His tongue was swiping at his mouth in anticipation.   She teased him before slowly pressing it into him, allowing him time to adjust to the size and sensation.

      “You all right, Jacob?”  she asked with a tender whisper.

      He had thrown his head back against the pillows, mouth open, but no sound, no breath coming out.  After a long moment, she heard the deep breath he sucked into his body before he looked down at her, eyes blackened with lust, bottom lip quivering.

      “Fuck me,”  he answered, his voice full of gravel and want.

      The flood of passion that he exuded engulfed her, egging her on to test his boundaries.  She began to slowly pump the fake dick into his ass at a deliberate pace, making sure she did not rush ahead or cause harm in the process.  His head was thrown back, his eyes rolling closed as he lost himself in her ministrations.

       “Eyes on me,”  she demanded.

       He whispered a curse, but obeyed just in time to see her lower her mouth once more on his dick.  She swallowed him down, never missing a beat with the dildo.  He had done this for her a few times, and she figured it was time to return the favor.  Her heart thundered in her chest as he drew his gaze back to her.  He was struggling as he watched.  In fairness, she was not making it easy, ensuring that he could see her clearly, see what her mouth was doing, how her tits bounced just for him while she sucked on him and fucked his ass.

      “I’m not going to last,”  he warned, his voice thin.

      Digging down into herself, she let his dick pop out of her mouth.  “You will last this, Jacob.  Now take it.”

      She punctuated her words with a hard press of the dildo.  He brought his legs up higher on the bed.  She twirled her tongue to his inner thigh once more and he latched onto her gaze once more in challenge.   

     “Beautiful,”  she whispered, knowing she had his full attention.

     She moved back over him, giving little kitten licks to the tip and sensitive underside before taking him down.  She lazily bobbed up and down, dancing her tongue across his shaft like she was not in any hurry.  He let out soft moans and whines as she started to add a bit of speed to her rhythm.  A few hard, all the way down the throat swallows brought him close, and she backpedaled, blowing and placing little nibbles across the tip.  His lips were quaking as he watched, eyes pleading.  

      She pumped her tongue across her upper lip a few times as if she was thinking.  “Not quite, baby.  You’re not fucked out enough.”

      A whine escaped him as he pressed his head into the pillows behind him.  He squirmed only to resettle into her, silently telling her he was ready for more.  She grinned darkly.

      “Good boy.”

      A string of fucks and damns flowed across her skin as she picked up her pace a little more.  This time she took his dick in her mouth with a rougher touch.  His thighs began to shake as he struggled to keep his knees bent, only to drag them both up, presenting his ass to her fully.  Her insides tripped as he wobbled against the ties to adjust his body for her.  She swallowed him hard, her saliva pooling on his tummy as she went to work on him hard.  He began to buck, forcing her to hold his hip down with a firm hand and hard look.  

       “Please,”  he whispered, his voice whiny out of sheer want.

       “Not yet, and certainly not to that weak shit.  Take it, Jacob,”  she said around the tip before shoving her face back down only to slightly gag around him.

       “Fuck!”  he called out as his belly muscles started to pulse.

       She looked up, seeing that even his arms were quaking.  His body was ripe for the picking.  It was going to come down to a battle of wills.  He was sputtering out words, but not making sense as he tilted his face up to the ceiling like he was trying to regulate himself.  She silently supported him all the while turning up her presence and speed.

       “Violet,”  he said, with a little more urgency in his voice.  “I gotta cum.”

       She pulsed her tongue all the way up the shaft.  “Nope.  Just take it, cunt.”

      He babbled as she continued, speeding her hand below and her mouth above.  A sheen of sweat started to appear across his chest and upper lip.  His cheeks were puffed as he breathed in and out through his mouth.  The concentration creased between his brows and deepened the crinkles at the corners of his eyes.   His body was begging her even though his mind was clearly not ready.  She pumped into his ass faster as she dragged her teeth against him gently, tugging at the stimulated flesh.

       “Oh my fucking goddess,”  he blurted out, both ties creaking against the bedposts.  “Fuck it.  Just fuck it.”

       She did it again, this time gently shaking her head from side to side, sawing her teeth against him.

       “I can’t…  Fuck.  Let me cum,”  he panted.  “I’ve got to.  I’m cumming.  I’m cumming.  Please…”

       She shook her head as she spiraled back down, giving more power to the dildo inside him.  His words were still whiny.  It was not what she was looking for.  He would have to figure it out.  He whimpered as she continued.  He could find the voice he needed, but obviously it was not available… yet.

        She swallowed down hard once more, allowing the obscene wetness of her mouth to fill the air with rude squishes.  He let out a huff at the sound.  The urgency was speaking to her through his skin but she moved on through it.  She would incinerate him the way he had done for her so many times.  

      Violet had to admit, her mouth and hand were tiring.  Jake’s entire frame was straining, accepting everything she gave him and radiated it back to her in heat and love and pleasure.  She could hardly believe the stunning sight of her man unraveling beneath her.

       “Violet,”  he whispered, voice shaking with effort.  “Please…”

      There was no heat in his voice.  There was no whine.  It was pure need.  It was strong and full and confident.

       “Please, let me cum for you,”  he said, full of rasp, full of power, despite how his body trembled around him.

       Her heart swelled.  She nodded as she picked up the pace, bringing her free hand to the base of his cock as she sucked hard.  She pressed the dildo hard into him a few more times, feeling his dick thicken all the more.  Quickly, she slid it out, and sat up pumping with her hand furiously as his voice grew hard with breath and groans.  He shot his load with relieved moans and whines and coos and hisses.  She slowed her hand until he collapsed against the bed, legs splayed, body completely wrecked.  A soft laugh escaped his lungs as she slid off the bed.

     “If you don’t kiss me soon, I’m going to think I am just a whore for you,”  he sighed.

     “You did so good, baby,”  she praised, bending over him and turning his face towards hers.

      Their kiss was slow and full of care.  She was bringing him back to being equal and he took  the offer willingly.  The kiss warmed as they parted only to crash together again.  She heard his hands strain against the tethers once more and she grinned as she stepped back from him.  Carefully she untied the ties, making sure to rub at each wrist.

      “I like this,”  he whispered, flipping the hem of the robe.  

      “Damn, Jake,”  she sighed as he captured her.

     One thing she could count on was his rapid shift between scene and actual moment.  He was ready to move on without her time to return to himself.  He tossed her down on the bed, sucking in one nipple while twisting the other.

      “You did not cum enough for me, Vi,”  he breathed out between kisses on her torso.  He slammed two fingers into her pussy as he pressed his mouth to hers once more in a soul robbing kiss.  Parting, he pumped her with a wicked smile.  “You’re such a giver, now take me all messy, okay?”

      She looked and sure as shit, he was hard again.  She knew it was not going to last and brought her own messy hand around to land on her clit to make sure she came down hard on him.  He moved into her roughly, deeply as she started tight circles on herself.  

      “You fuck me so good,”  he whispered against her ear.  “You are the only one that has ever fucked me like that.”

      Her heart stilled.  She had given something new.  His hips slapped against her ass, filling the room with obscene skin sloshing sound as she dripped around his cock in a drenched welcome.  Violet knew it was nearly over as he hit that spot that only he could repeatedly.  Her voice trembled as it jumped out of her.  Her teeth scraped his shoulders as he growled into her neck as he came again.  She followed, nearly squeezing him so hard he couldn’t move.

      They came down in a wave of hot breathing and gentle touches.  He planted tender kisses along her jawline.  Finally, both their bodies stilled.  Violet loved the feel of his weight, the heat of him.  Taking in one more breath, she stretched her legs out feeling the mess they had created.

      “Ew,”  she whispered with a laugh.  “Damn that was messy.”

      “But so much fun,”  he said as he slid his palms down her sides before pushing himself up.

     He rolled off the edge of the bed, then held out his hand in offering.  They both went right for the shower, caring for each other, washing each other with all the love they could convey to the other in the moment.

     They had arrived in Nashville on the 29th with Max in tow.  She had met them in Grand Rapids at the airport and had been talking with them nonstop since.  She hugged and loved on both of them, even though Violet was sure that Jake was being too polite to tell her to back off as she twirled around him as they were waiting for baggage.  She smoothed things over with a half hidden butt squeeze and a whisper of smutty thoughts.

     Jake had made arrangements for Max to be taken to the hotel while they headed home.  He did not frame it as his home.  It was just home.  The wording was not lost on Violet as she held his hand in the car, rubbing his thumb slowly across her knuckles.  As he pushed the door open for her to enter the house, they quickly took the bags back to the bedroom and flopped down in the middle of the bed, eyes closed and nestled into each other.  The coming days were going to be busy with friends.

     Dinner.  Jake had sent her out on a booze run, to which Violet humbly agreed, but Josh had arrived early.  Instead of leaving the brothers alone, she dragged Josh along, making him navigate the roads of Nashville.  Sitting at the first red light, she noticed that he was quiet.  Crazy quiet.  She had known that Josh could be that way at times, typically thinking things through, but this was weird quiet.

     “Are you nervous?”  Violet asked as the idea struck her.

     “Nervous?”  he asked, his voice deeper than normal.  “What the hell is there to be nervous about?”

     She hummed as he started to drive again.  Traffic was a proverbial bitch.  He seemed to not mind, but Violet had a hand across her brow, blocking out the horrors that loomed around the car.  How anyone in their right minds could drive in the shitty assed traffic was beyond her.

     “Hell, love, you lived in Madison.  It’s not that bad,”  he remarked at the next light.  “Mumbai - now there’s traffic.”

     “Perspective.  I get it.  But I live in a town of less than a thousand and I work in a village of less than 500,”  she griped.  “Traffic for me is three cars being at a four way stop.”

     They laughed.  Josh made a turn that didn’t seem right.  She glanced at him as they cut down a side street.

     “This isn’t the way to the hotel,”  she said.

     “Sure it is,”  he said with a smirk.

     “Are you stalling?”  she asked, watching as he turned the car down another side street.

     “No,”  he said, dragging out the ‘o’ like when he’s stalling or explaining something but didn’t have all his words figured out.  “I go this way so she doesn’t have to cross the street to get to the car.  Gentleman like.”

     “Ooo, impressive,”  she teased.

     “I’ve not seen you to ask, but are you doing okay?  How’s Ali?”  he asked.

     She licked at her lips.  Jake had asked her if it was all right if he talked with Josh.  His own source to vent as it were.  She shrugged.  “I’m not sure.  I’ve given her a lot of space and she’s not reached out since we saw her.  Perhaps Max knows, but she just needs time before she can see me again.”

      They stopped at another light.  The turn signal seemed to be keeping time of their words that could be happening, but instead, seemed to count the beats of silence.  Violet glanced out the window, her eyes catching sight of a boutique that she had been to with Jessie before the wedding.  It was where she had found her dress.  She smiled at the thought of that day of shopping and wine and friendship.  Josh made a sound in his chest before moving once more for the green light.  

     True to his word, he pulled up in front of the hotel, to a waiting Max who hopped into the backseat without hesitation after Violet’s wave and smile.  Her energy filled the car and brought a wider smile to everyone.  She leaned forward and looped around Violet with a kiss to the cheek.  Josh, she whispered a ‘hey’ before sitting back and getting buckled in.  Violet felt an awkward grin over the fast cooling of her friend.  

     The liquor store they had to go to was ten minutes from the house - on a good day.  They crept across the roads and through intersections.  All the while, Josh seemed like  a cat staring at a laser light that refused to move from its spot on the floor.  Max was quiet.  Violet felt like she was going to vomit from the tension.  She picked at the hem of her sweater in the hopes she wouldn’t unravel the thing before being in public again.

      The store was obnoxiously busy.  Violet parted out the list of needs and they all took a cart to divide and conquer.  Josh kept running into fans or people he knew while Violet and Max ran around collecting the goods.  Violet gave up and grabbed the items that she had assigned for him as he seemed to be chest deep in some conversation.  She marched past again, capturing his eyes and pointing to the register.  He waved, much to her chagrin.  They married up their carts, ready to wrap up business and looking for Josh.  He was still talking.  

      Max was one of those targeted people whose eyes never stopped roaming while standing in line.  First it was some kind of mixer she had to hold up with a pretty, pretty smile.

     “I make it from scratch better,”  Violet said with a heavy sigh, glancing back at Josh.

     By the time she looked back at her friend, the damn fairy was scooted in close to the folks in line ahead of them, reaching for …  was that a natural neon orange color?

     “No,”  she scolded.  “What are you twenty one and looking for a week long hangover?”

      Max’s eyes gleamed with a manic glow.  She had already latched onto something else.  Violet tried to figure out what she was looking at with a sickening feeling that whatever it was going to be, it was going to be bad.  Instead, she shifted.  New tactics were needed to give her friend pause.

     “Max - what the hell is going on here?”  she asked, tone in that sharp professional manner she reserved for shit shows and emergencies.

      She stopped.  Her small frame still.  It seemed to be enough to jolt her back to the moment.  She took a dramatic huff before moving in close to Violet once more.  “You can’t have two people playing hard to get.  It just doesn’t work.  This is what happens.”

      Violet’s brow wrinkled as her mouth twisted with thought.  Puffing out her cheeks she shook her head.  “What?  I.  Max.  That’s like childish.  Really?  Hard to get after you two…”

      She rolled her eyes.  Apparently Violet was too dense for whatever was going on.  Finally through the line from hell, and Max’s continuance of looking for neon colored booze, they stood at the door, eye beaming Josh to will his ass to see them.  

      “Enough,”  Max huffed.

      Violet watched her friend’s lithe frame scootch around people and through groups, Josh in her sight line.  The man looked stunned when she grabbed him by the shirt and started to drag him with a wave to whomever it was he was speaking to.

     “Sorry - I need this one!”  Violet heard her call out as barely had a chance to catch his feet.  His laugh warmed the air between them.  

     In the car however.  Ice.  Violet internally rolled her eyes.  Middle school was not her favorite era and she certainly did not want to return to it in any shape or form.  They were going to have to figure it out on their own.  

     They made Josh carry most of the bags since he was zero help in the store.  Pushing into the house, they were instantly overwhelmed with the smell of dinner and Jake booming his Oliver Fucking Reed from the kitchen.  Jess and Sam relieved them of their packages while Violet leaned into her man.  

      “What a fucking nightmare,”  she whispered as he kissed on her.  “Oh the drama.”

      He laughed as he returned to his task.  She took one of the beers that Sam was doling out before turning her attention to Jessie.  The woman looked like she was three shades of green with a cup of tea in front of her.  Violet paused, bottle mid way up to her mouth.  

     “You’re shitting me,”  she whispered as Jess’ eyes froze.  “Holy hell!”

     “What?”  Josh’s voice called, but Jess shook her head and Violet instantly stopped.  

     “I think she has that flu, you guys, maybe give her some room.  You know, very catchy and all,”  she recouped as she moved forward to feel the woman’s forehead.

     Instantly Jake and Josh backed off like it was the plague.  Sam leaned in with a grateful gleam in his eyes.  Obviously they did not want to make mention of the news just yet.  Violet’s heart thrummed for them.  Damn that was going to be one gorgeous baby.

     “Sweetie, why don’t you go and lay down for a bit.  Maybe that will help, yeah?”  Violet took her hand and led her back to the first bedroom.

     “Thanks, Vi,”  she said quietly.

     “Just find out?”  Violet asked, taking down a soft quilt.

     “A few weeks back,”  Jess answered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.  “I knew you’d be the first to notice.  We just want to keep it close for a while longer.”

     “I got it.  Congratulations,”  Violet whispered, giving her a little hug.  

     Violet closed the door behind her.  She was excited for Sam and Jess.  They were going to be amazing parents.  When she returned to the kitchen, Sam and Max were sitting at the table while Josh was nowhere to be seen.  Jake was babying his creation, a huge smile on his face.  She watched as he was reaching up in a cabinet, rolling up on his tiptoes to grab it.  

     Dinner was amazing.  The time together was even better.  A quiet over the house when everyone was gone made her nearness to Jake feel like one of those stupid romance movies on that one network.  But Violet appreciated it.  With her cheek to his chest and fingertips grazing  over the soft flesh of his belly , she felt content.

     Ollie arrived just in time for breakfast on the 31st.  He insisted that he find his own way to Jake’s, while Violet went to pick up Max and go in search of breakfast.  She arrived back at the house just in time to meet Ollie at the door.  Josh rambled in after one in the afternoon with Danny at his side.  Violet had to tease the freshly single man that he needed a nice long slut era in order to cleanse the palette.  

     The afternoon found them lounging and making their plans for downtown.  Violet noticed that Ollie kept getting distracted by his phone, but let it go.  Her friend seemed invested in the night and just cutting loose.  A rare sight indeed for Mr. Ollie Hendriksen.  Typically, the man worked more than 340 days out of the year, typically second and third shift.  So for him to be there, in person, was something.

     The plan wound up being simple.  They would meet up at Sam and Jessie’s place as they were the closest to downtown.  They would start with the bars at ten, landing at Rudy’s before midnight.  At eleven twenty two, Violet found herself pleasantly tipsy and dancing with Max as they strolled towards the last destination of the night.  She had watched with awe how her fairy goddess twirled around Josh and he seemed to be the one, nose in the air, pretending not to notice.  They were like a pair of tropical birds dancing their wares in the most ridiculous manner and yet, acting totally disinterested.

     Eleven forty one.  Violet was fetching a ginger ale for Jessie when she overheard a pair of fans gushing over Jake and Josh.  The conjecture over who the hell the little bitch was sitting with Jessie and which one of the guys she was with was thick.  Of course the rumor of Jake being with someone edged into the conversation.  She nearly dropped Jessie’s drink when one sighed at the lucky, lucky lady to have that man on her tit every night.

      Violet decided to flag down the bartender and ordered the two cuties a round on her.  She glanced at them with a smile before she went back to the table.  Jessie was looking a particular shade of green that everyone, even Jake, had noticed.  Sitting down, she slid her hand across his thigh before giving him a little squeeze and picking up conversation with Max, Danny and Ollie.

     “Vi, what did you do?”  Jake whispered in her ear.

      “Nothing.  Why?”  she asked, turning her cheek towards her shoulder to hear him better.  The two ladies at the bar were openly staring at her, one even raised her glass up to her.  “Oh.  I bought them a round.  They were having the most interesting conversation about you and Josh and who gave the best oral stimulation.”

      His eyebrows flew upwards.  “Oh my.”

      “I mean… shit.  Sorry.  I didn’t think that one through, did I?”  she grimaced as he bumped her with his shoulder.  

      He dropped a hand and rubbed at her hip reassuringly.  “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

     Midnight loomed.  Jake glanced at his phone just as everyone seemed to be frantically moving around.  Max and Ollie had disappeared to the dance floor.  Josh watched her like a pining teenager.

     “Josh,”  Violet called across the table as the DJ started a long assed countdown.  “Just go and kiss her.  I can’t watch this shit anymore!”

     Jake laughed as he stood, taking her hand in his own.  “The strange and mystical dating rituals of Joshua.  Next up on this this week’s episode-”

      “Fuck off,”  his twin grumbled, stumbling away from the table.  

      As Jake wrapped his hands around her hips, Violet couldn’t help but watch as Josh hurried his way to Max as the countdown reached the thirty second mark.  They both laughed as he nearly knocked Ollie into a group of women in his quest for the fairy goddess.  Max lit like a firefly as he reached for her.

      The last seconds were counted down as Jake brough his hand up to her face, cutting her attention off from her friend and dragging it back to himself.  He pecked at her mouth first in a series of soft and gentle kisses.

      “Happy New Year, Violet,”  he whispered.  “Love you, baby.”

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Tangled Destinys

Chapter Four~ I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

Chapter summary- Adira helps the boys, and her mother shows up, sort of.  Minor depictions of injury ahead

Chapter title from Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo Imagery is difficult for me, definitely one of my weakest spots in writing, so I was proud of myself when I finally finished this chapter.

James, Erik and I all sat around the table, observing the necessary objects for the spell. In the middle of the table was a large, yellow and purple flower. I found myself getting lost in observing the petals, basking in the energy and warmth it emanated. James cleared his throat, gathering my attention.

“Miss, are you sure you are prepared to do this? You used a lot of energy last night.” His brows knitted together, clearly showing his concern. 

I merely smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I can do this.”

He nodded, and Erik smiled. “Princess, should you pass out or become unable to finish the spell, I will take over.” He reassured me.

After a few moments of meticulously checking and rechecking to be sure that everything was prepared, I began the spell. I let my energy embrace the objects on the table, which were slowly beginning to levitate- each item except for the flower. I closed my eyes, my view transformed into a golden haze rather than the darkness behind my lids. I visualized my form, an outline of my physical self and a purple orb in the center, a representation of my energy and magic.

I summoned holy magic, white light intermingling and swirling with the vibrant purple. The orb began to pulse as the glow intensified. I felt my fingers tingle and burn at the sensation, affirming that the spell was working. I continued to expand the magic, until I could picture it surrounding the yard of the mansion.

Satisfied, I slowly drew back my energy, slow enough that I wouldn’t faint, until my gaze was dark again. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, seeing the table and its items were back to normal. 

I looked at the boys, who each had a look of awe and shock on their faces. I smiled, feeling the slight effects of casting the spell. “Did it work?” I asked, I needed to be sure.

James smiled as he spoke. “Yes, that should work. Miss, I must ask. How long have you been training in magic? You seem very powerful for your age.”

I raised my brows, shocked at the question. “For as long as I can remember.” I answered truthfully, glancing down at my mark for just a second.

“Well Princess, you are very talented. Thank you for your help.” Erik added, his typical flirty smirk plastered on his face with something unfamiliar behind his eyes.

I grinned at him before standing up. “It’s the least I can do, but I should eat something.”

After lunch, I decided to take a nap. The boys promised one of them would wake me up in an hour or so, so with that, I went up to my room to sleep.

- - -

I walked through a path in the woods, the ground covered in brightly colored flowers. I knelt down to touch some, lingering my fingers across the soft petals. I smiled, feeling at peace with my surroundings. After a few minutes, I stood back up and continued to walk. I wasn’t sure where I planned to go, but I knew I was looking for something. 

Suddenly, the flowers shriveled and wilted, any present birds flew away in a panic, and I felt majorly uneasy. I looked around, summoning a weapon and taking a battle stance. No attackers were in sight, just the feeling of restlessness lingered. As if time was moving in reverse, the flowers became the same pigment as before, the birds returned, and I felt calm and serene once again. 

I took a deep breath and began to walk down the path once again. I kept observing my surroundings, basking in the warmth the sun provided and the sounds of nature. I walked for what felt like hours, and I suddenly spotted what- or who I was looking for.

“Mother?” I asked, recognizing the familiar woman in front of me. My mother was beautiful, I always envied that of her. She had long raven colored hair and bright blue eyes, both of which I inherited. Her skin was perfect compared to mine, lacking any freckles or small scars I’d been taught to hate over the years.

One thing stood out to me, however. Her wrist lacked the mark of a hunter. I stepped slightly closer, briefly glancing down to see my mark had disappeared as well. Seeing that, the lack of evidence of my fate, made my heart flutter. It felt freeing, like I could be my own person.

I almost hesitated as I walked towards my mother, but something told me I was safe. When I was in arm's length, she smiled warmly, a look I’d never seen from her face. She reached a hand and cupped my face, ghosting her thumb over my cheek bone. “I’m so proud of you, Adira.”

I felt my heart catch in my chest. My mother never said those words. Was this real? I felt tears threaten but willed them back. What had I done to make her proud? To earn this warm, kind version of my her? “For what, mother?”

His grin widened as she pulled her hand down and held my hand in hers. “You’ve proved yourself. You showed the angels just how strong you are.”

I tilted my head, my smile slightly falling in confusion. “How did I do that?”

She giggled, seemingly amused at my confusion. “You killed an incubus, Adira. 5 of them. You did it, and I’m so proud of you.” 

I felt my heart drop. I’d what?

I parted my mouth to protest, but without warning I felt an unbearable burning sensation surged over the vein of my wrist. “GAH-” I collapsed, unable to keep my knees steady from the sudden pain. The pain spread, my whole body feeling as if my nerves were on fire. I opened my eyes, looking at my wrist, my eyes widening at the sight.

The flesh of my wrist had become visible, the laceration in the shape of my previous demon mark. The surrounding skin had turned a sick combination of purple, black and green. I tore my eyes from the sight, looking at my mother for help, love, comfort. Anything.

Her cold and distant eyes had returned as she stared at my form, making no attempt to hide the smirk on her lips. Tears fell rouge down the side of my face. Was she behind this? I’d killed someone? I’d-

Suddenly, the world went black and the pain from my body vanished, aside from a slight burning in my wrist. I was no longer on the grass, rather than a void of emptiness and silence. I tried to settle my breathing, a distant voice catching my attention.

“Adira, can you hear me?” I heard Erik’s voice echo.

“Erik?” I called out, trying to look around the void.

I abruptly jolted up, my face wet with tears. I looked around my room, the boys, minus Erik, surrounding me. I immediately jerked up my arm, ripping my sleeves down my arm and stared at my mark. It had changed, more indescribable symbols in the circle while my wrist was red in irritation. Upon my panic, Damien quickly sat by me and took my arm in his hands. 

“Damien, what is it?” James asked, making Damien glance at him while I kept my eyes on my wrist, my hands trembling.

“I have no idea.” Damien admitted, making me panic more. He turned towards me, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.”

I nodded, trying to calm myself. Just as I planned to ask where Erik was, he was rushing into my room and walking to sit by me. “Princess, was a typical tattoo ink used when you received the imprint on your wrist?”

I swallowed hard, still trying to calm myself. “I don’t know, I was pretty young when my mom did it. Why? Do you know why it changed?” I asked, hopeful for answers. Instead, Erik seemed even more panicked now.

“How young?” Sam asked, frustration and a hint of concern easily noticeable on his face.

I began to feel overwhelmed but answered anyway. “Around 5, why? What is going on?”

All of the boys had a sudden look of shock, minus Damien who just frowned. Was that not normal? Most hunters have the same mark as me, with slight variations. “Well, it seems your mother placed some form of spell, or curse, on you when she did it, giving her some form of access to you. Most hunters get the mark by choice once they are accepted by angels, and it is almost always done in the same manner as the typical human tattoo, with some exceptions.” Erik explained.

I furrowed my brows, growing more confused by the moment. “What do you mean, access?”

Damien placed a hand on my back as he spoke. “He means that she added a permanent energy trace on you, so that she can easily contact you through dreams. The energy trace isn’t quite strong enough to control much more than that. When she does that, due to the spell being accessed through the symbol on your wrist, it can cause pain and discomfort, but it shouldn’t have been to the extent it has today.”

James frowned as he spoke. “She must have done that on purpose as some form of punishment.”

I felt nauseated, pained, angry and sorrowful all at once. I took a deep breath and spoke. “So, the version of her in my dream…she made that?” I asked quietly, remembering my mother's words. She wanted me to believe I killed the incubi, that she was proud of me. Damiens nod confirmed my thoughts, and I blinked back more tears. “Is there any way to stop it from happening again?”

Erik nodded with a small smile. “Yes, Princess. I am part dreamstalker demon, giving me the ability to consume dreams.”

“That looks pretty irritated. Does it hurt?” Matthew asked, eyeing my wrist.

I shook my head, slightly curling into myself. “It’s bearable, compared to the dream itself.” 

James smiled at me as he stood up. “I’m going to begin preparing dinner. Let us know if you need anything.” He squeezed my shoulder before leaving, the others following. Sam, to my surprise, lingered for a moment.

“Hey, you should come do some tai chi with me. It might calm you down.” He offered, and I happily agreed, following him outside.

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GX Finalized-Subs!103 (Error Fix WIP): An Ace in the Cup

Settling in from my recent move and stuff, I've gotten to take care of the little animation consistency/card errors I thought I'd take a crack at fixing as I work to finalize my subs for episodes 102-104, the translations for which I'll be starting to look at this week (woot); as part of these touch-ups, we've got the two back-to-back shots here a bit after the eyecatch in 103, which I wanted to cover and break down here (to save space in my eventual release post, lol).

(tl;dr, Saiou no longer draws the card he then activates from his hand with Cup of Ace, and correctly adds the two cards he draws from it into his one-card hand, gifs below the cut show them in action)

So, Light Saiou activates Cup of Ace, predictably landing right-side-up and letting him draw two cards--which are then seen here in the first two screenshots (which I'll come back to later). Then, adding his drawn cards to his hand, he activates the Arcanatic Deathscythe (Doomscythe) he had in his hand (both actions shown in the last two screenshots)--which is already a consistency error: we just saw him draw Arcanatic Deathscythe, right? But the other error there is that the two cards he drew with his right hand and the one card he'd had initially in his left hand suddenly switched places.

I figured conceptually, the best way to fix this would be to use Photoshop to draw the second drawn card on top of the one in his right hand (as positioned in the shot as he draws them), removing the card by the tips of his left hand so that, over the course of the four movement frames it takes for him to add the cards to his left hand, he slides the top card out of his fingers and slips it into the middle while the card originally in his right hand fingers still ends up on the left as I pick up from the original footage once they're all in place. I started working on that Thursday and Friday nights, getting it all touched up and finished by Saturday night (maybe 12ish total hours), and first went about removing the leftmost card in his left hand by covering it up in each frame by drawing in more hair and his shoulder, which was easy enough.

For adding the second card to his right hand, I used a combination of splicing and resizing parts of the existing cards and touching up with re-coloring/re-shading/re-outlining to make things connect and blend better. Once I had the card made in the first frame, I copy/pasted it into the other three frames with appropriate tweaks to test out in the footage using Sony Vegas to see how smooth it'd look in the video, then I'd go back into Photoshop and tweak accordingly.

Overall, after some trial and error, I'm pretty pleased with how it came out! (Gif should load nicely)

Going back to the first shot of the two cards he drew: as mentioned, he already has Arcanatic Deathscythe in his hand, so it's a consistency error seeing it drawn alongside The Material Road and it should've been a different card. But what could it have been, and why did I go with Reversal of Fate? Well, taking 103 and 104 into consideration as the duel goes on, this was my thought process following the cards he plays:

At the start of this turn, he already has just Arcanatic Deathscythe in hand, with nothing face-down. *draws Cup of Ace and activates it, drawing Material Road (Lord) and ???* He now has three cards in hand. *activates Arcanatic Deathscythe* He now has two cards in hand (MR and ???). *Judai uses his turn to summon Sparkman and destroy The Emperor* He draws for his turn and has three cards in hand (MR, ???, and ??? 2), which he ends 103 with; 104 starts and he has the same three cards in hand. *draws and plays The Magician* He has the same three cards in hand. *sets MR and one of the ???s* He now has a ??? in hand. *Judai has his HERO Flash turn ending with Neos attacking him directly before the Light of Destruction rages* He draws and plays Magician's Scales. *uses Magician's Scales to add The Heaven's Road (Sky Lord) to his hand* He now has two cards in hand (a ??? and Heaven's Road). *plays Material, Spiritual, and Heaven's Roads to summon The Light Ruler* He now only has a ??? in hand. *uses Light Ruler's effect to add the Light Barrier in his Cemetery to his hand* He now has two cards in hand (a ??? and Light Barrier). *sets a card* He now only has Light Barrier in hand. *activates Reversal of Fate* He must have drawn Reversal of Fate from Cup of Ace.

Now, I think it could be equally likely that he drew Spiritual Road from Cup of Ace, but I think it was more fitting to have Reversal of Fate be the long-game plan, since Saiou activates it in response to Gran Neos's Nebulous Hole effect--which tries to remove The Light Ruler from play--so that he can negate it (fate and all). As bolded, Spiritual Road was also set face-down for activation after playing The Magician on his turn before Judai's HERO Flashing.

So, with that consideration, I made a proxy for Reversal of Fate that I then used AfterEffects to just slip into place in the footage, moving it along as the cards are moved into view in the shot; I originally planned to just mask in the original Material Road on top along with Saiou's thumb, but I kept getting some residue from Deathscythe's green color bleeding along its left border--instead, I also placed a Material Road proxy in its place, with Saiou's thumb only just masked on top. Started working on that Saturday night and finished it Sunday night, so both shots are looking pretty good!

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So, with all that said, as mentioned up top, I've gotten all of the fixes/touch-ups I'd picked out for 102-104 done--altogether 28, not counting two translation edits for Manjoume in 102, but including some fixes that were repeated due to the 103 and 104 recaps, and some that are quick little quality-of-watching touchups like with split-screens--so I'll be getting started on finalizing their scripts this week. Edits like these are fun to work on, picking up more Photoshopping/Vegas/AE know-how in the process, though it's always a shame that consistency things like these (or Ryou's Duel Disk thing in episode 8) didn't get corrected by the animators for GX's DVD releases (outside of stat/LP-counter errors, I don't think they would be until 5D's). Looking over my translations might not take too long as I think I was more or less a fan of my last pass-through with these, but we'll see; stay tuned!