#but like extra extra points if the fantasy food stays looking like fantasy food when its suppose too!!!

[hydrangeyes]

*desperately wanting more anime/manga based around food. Like ACTUALLY about food - if there's a plot, I'll love it. But really, it's a bonus in comparison*

[marvel-ous-m]

Eddie Munson's Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (1/5)

Part Two

Eddie Munson is many things, but he is not the kind of guy who will kick someone while they’re down.

Call it a hero complex, call it too many hours spent licking his wounds after particularly harsh words from a bully- whatever name you give it, Eddie is vehemently against hurting someone who's clearly already hurting, no matter how much he may hate that individual.

Which is why, in early November of ‘84, Eddie hatches a plan.

It starts in the library, as most of his brilliant ideas do. He’s spending his lunch hour pouring over a borrowed fantasy novel to try and get ideas for NPC’s for his latest campaign with Hellfire, but he gets distracted by a loud thump and a whispered ‘shit’, followed by a sniff. Eddie turns, book still in hand, and proceeds to drop the book onto the carpeted floor of the library in shock.

Because there is Steve Harrington- face beat to hell, hands shakily holding on to a lunch tray, and a salad spewed in all directions at his feet. The librarian- Ms. Boliene (a bitch to everyone other than her outcasts)- began cussing Steve out, demanding he pick up the salad, and Steve got a glossy look in his eye that told Eddie that he was about two seconds from breaking down in tears.

Which- honestly, that was probably the strangest part of this whole ordeal. Steve was King of Hawkins High (and maybe, Eddie theorized, was was the operative word there). Steve had been on a downward slope of popularity since last year when he and Tommy had their falling out. Billy Hargrove (barf) had been getting more and more popular, and, after last weekend, there was a rumor going around that Steve’s girlfriend, Nancy, broke up with him then immediately hooked up with Jonathan Byers.

(Hey, Eddie’s always one to root for the outcasts, he is one, after all- but kinda a dick move, Wheeler. Also, not great of Byers to agree to something like that, especially if he knew about the situation.)

Eddie focused his attention back on the scene in front of him- Steve was now crouching down to pile the wasted salad onto his lunch tray and was blinking rapidly, trying to stave off tears. His head was also doing this thing where it was dipping forward than instantly picking up, like he was trying to even stay awake. Which… huh.

Eddie was sure at this point- this was the lowest he’d ever seen someone get. Even his dad after his mom passed wasn’t like this- at least that bastard could still go out and break shit and get arrested. Steve looked like the only thing he wanted to do at this point was fall apart. Why was he even at school?

Eddie sighed and stood, crossing the room to where Steve was crouching. He gently batted Steve’s hands away and finished cleaning up his lunch, tossing it (and the plastic tray- because fuck this school, honestly) into the large garbage can sitting by the front door of the library. When he turned around Steve was standing, looking a bit shell-shocked. “I… that was my lunch.”

“The floor salad was your lunch? I could believe that before you dropped it, but after? Dude, that’s a low that you cannot reach. I have an extra sandwich in my bag, c’mon.”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s arm, letting go immediately when he felt the whole-body flinch that Harrington gave. Eddie held his hands up, backing up towards the table where he was sitting previously. “I won’t touch you, but you should probably eat, Harrington. I’m extending the metaphorical olive branch in the form of food, I promise that I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

Steve assessed the situation, eyes darting around the library, before he finally nodded and joined Eddie at his table, sitting across from the spot where all of his materials were strewn about. Eddie grabbed his book from the floor and ripped into his backpack, pulling his lunch out and passing it to Steve. (It wasn’t really an extra sandwich, it was his lunch, but it was fine. Jeff always brought snacks to Hellfire and Eddie wasn’t even that hungry today).

Steve stared at the cling-wrapped sandwich in shock, then carefully set to unwrapping it. Eddie noticed a slight tremor in his hands, but decided against commenting on it. “So, uh… what happened?” Fuck, Eddie, abort, abort, that was literally the last goddamn thing you were supposed to ask.

“Um…” Steve finished unwrapping the sandwich, pulling the bread slices apart. “Bologna?”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it. I know it probably goes against your rich folk sensibilities, but I promise it’s worth a try.”

“Yeah.” Steve took a bite of the sandwich, then washed it down with the bottle of water Eddie slid his way. “S’not my first time having bologna and it won’t be my last. Not bad, though.” Steve set the sandwich down, licking his lips. “Thank you, by the way. Eddie, right? You played at battle of the bands last year?”

Eddie blinked in surprise. The change in conversation topic made him totally forget his previous question. “Um- yeah, that was me. Me and the boys- Corroded Coffin. Not your thing?”

“No! I liked it, actually. Very ‘stick it to the man’. I can get behind that.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve, to which he received a responding chuckle. “My dad- he’s an asshole.” oh shit, did Steve’s dad do this?

Eddie’s expression must have shifted, because Steve immediately started rambling. “Shit- no, fuck, I know what you’re thinking, he didn’t do this, my parents have been out of town for like, three months. This was Billy- but it’s fine, really! Like, I can see, and I’m not super dizzy, I’m just a little lacking in coordination which- yeah, the lunch tray. You know what? I’m gonna shut up now.” Steve took another bite of the sandwich and another swig of water, and Eddie noted that Steve’s knee began to bounce up and down.

Eddie decided to push everything aside and deal with it later. Apparently this wound was still fresh (both emotionally and physically), and while Eddie could get into a number of things that Steve just spewed out (his parents have been gone for three months? Billy did this? Steve is halfway to falling over but he’s still at school?!) Eddie elected to change the subject.

“So, Steve, do you know anything about D&D?” Steve’s eyes lit up and he launched into a rant about a couple of kids that he hung around. Eddie listened with a small smirk on his face, eyebrow raised.

Steve was… different than expected. Kind, a little awkward, anxious. There’s only one reason that a jock like him has lunch in the library, and it’s because he didn’t have anyone left to sit with in the Cafeteria. He reminded Eddie of an abandoned dog… specifically a golden retriever with Steve’s eyes and his floppy hair.

Curse Eddie’s big heart and savior complex, but he knew what he had to do. Steve was about to become the newest member of Eddie’s little herd of lost sheep, whether he liked it or not.

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I haven’t decided if I’m going to write a part 2- let me know if you’d be interested in one! I’m so glad to be back to writing after a very long semester of school. I should be writing a lot this summer, so drop some prompts in my ask if you want to see something specific!

[chazzielynx]

Some Random Listener Headcanons I Wrote Down Part One

- Darlin likes cuddling in close and making Sam play a little with his powers while doing it. A little flame or sth like that. They like it because they can feel the dim light of his core that way. (Extra angsty points = they do that bc they can't bridge with him)

- Starlight didn't like the name 'Starlight' at first because they love astronomy and didn't think they deserved that title. But Avior was stubborn and the more he uses it, the more they melt at him saying it.

- Freelancer loves being in the sun but their eyes are sensitive to light. Until they met Gavin, they used to wear sunglasses a lot, but now Gavin eases their light sensitivity with magic when they're out on a walk. They didn't notice him doing it at first but he had to confess it to them when they wanted to go on another hike with Huxley and thought they didn't need to take their sunglasses (He has to actively control it).

- Sweetheart has stomach issues because of the stress at work. When they told Milo, he started learning more about what kind of foods can help with that and integrated them into the meals he cooked on date nights.

- before Lovely was turned, they used to love late night drives in general but then also with Vincent. Now they're used to them so much they forgot about the love they had for city lights at night.

- Darlin (yes, again, leave me alone) drinks tea. They never really tell anyone that bc it doesn't really fit their image but Sam found their collection when he was looking for anything edible in their kitchen again. They like Scottish Breakfast and Sam learned how they make it so that he can make them a cup of it when he's drinking his coffee.

- Baabe reads romance books, all kinds, also spicy ones and Asher loves stealing their book when they gasp at the pages and reading the spicy scenes to try them out later.

- staying with the book theme: Coworker reads High Fantasy and goes on rants just like Lasko and he loves nothing more than having his head in their lap, letting them play with his hair absent-mindedly and listens to everything they tell him.

- Asset constantly argues with James about why they can't have tattoos. One of their technicians had some and they asked about it and now they genuinely don't understand why they can't also have tattoos (this one might be a little bit of a stretch but I think it's cute).

- Honey knits (possibly also crochet). Guy likes to mess with them when they count stitches but he only does that when their project isn't that complicated or important. He proudly wears every single sock they make him and always asks for more "Honey, can I get one that says 'i am the best boyfriend ever but all I got were these lousy socks?'" followed by a pillow thrown at his head.

- Baby (Ollie's Listener) loves fairy lights. They hang them up everywhere all year round. Ollie had to set the rule in place that they aren't allowed to put up more without defending their case in front of a judge (which is Ollie and their cat).

- Bestie loves dyeing their hair on a regular basis. Not in the impulsive way, they genuinely just love looking different every two weeks and combining colours.

- Smartass likes to sing. It took them a while to be comfortable singing in front of Aaron. Once, they hadn't heard him come home and he listened to them sing in the kitchen while he just sat in the hallway. They almost tripped over him. Now he sometimes asks them to sing sth when he's holding them bc he loves hearing and feeling them sing.

[absurdthirst]

The Cupid Shuffle {Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Pope x F!OC}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, bisexual women, mentions of past sexual relationships, little bit of putting on a show for the boys, women making out, mentions of fantasies, oral sex (male and female receiving), partner swapping, unprotected sex, cum eating

Comments: Inviting Pope and his girl over for a low-key Valentine's night movie turns in to something much more.

A/N: Valentine's Day foursome? More likely than you'd think!

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Babe. I was talking to Santi and he’s cool with a movie night tonight. Him and his girl are going to go out tomorrow like us because tonight is always crazy busy. So it’s a quiet one in for Valentine’s Day.” Frankie says as he comes up to you to caress your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. “You wanna go get some snacks? You know Santi will eat us out of everything if we don’t buy extra.” He jokes and you turn your head to kiss him, smiling against his lips. “What time are they coming over?” You ask and he murmurs, “seven.”

You grin, happy that this is happening. Santiago Garcia, or ‘Pope’ as Frankie calls him, is dating your friend from college. You had been the one to set them up, absolutely in love with your helicopter pilot boyfriend and Pope had always been a flirty, fun time when he was in town. After he’s moved back permanently, you had set them up and the rest is history. “Perfect. A low key night is just what we all need.” You promise, kissing him again 

and smirking. “And after, I’ll give you your present.”

Frankie smirks, loving how eager you are and he’s excited to get you in bed after the movie ends and Pope and his girl are gone. “Baby, you’re already my present.” He murmurs, nipping your ear as you lean back against him. “Let’s get everything set up and we need blankets for the movie.”

You decide to have groceries delivered instead of going out, allowing you and Frankie to clean up and get ready to have them over. It’s not necessary, but you set out some of the candles Frankie got you for Christmas and light them, enjoying the romantic glow with the soft blankets strewn around for couples to cuddle under. “This is better than battling the craziness of a restaurant and a movie theater.” You decide, smiling at Frankie. You know that he hates crowded places and is constantly on alert for threats, so it’s easy to accommodate him and do a romantic night in on the busiest day for most fine dining restaurants.

Frankie nods, “it looks great, babe. I prefer this than going out and battling the crowds. We got some movies saved on the tv so we have a few options. You gonna make that dip?” He asks, biting his lower lip with a pleading expression. You nod and he groans, his hands caressing your side, “fuck yes. I can’t wait for that.”

You laugh quietly, swearing that dip is what made Frankie fall for you. Eating your dip at a party to the point where he almost made himself sick. “I’ll go make it now, I’ve got everything I need.”

Frankie playfully smacks your ass and you gasp, making him chuckle. His life was so dark before he met you. You brighten his days, make him believe in a hopeful future. You saved him. He’d be lost without you. “I’ll go get the drinks ready.” He says, making his way to the garage to grab the ice bucket and drinks for the movie marathon you have planned. Pope and his girl will be arriving soon.

The other food arrives and you set the store bought wings out on a tray and pop the pizzas into the oven and dump a bag of cheddar popcorn into a bowl. Just as you are setting it and the dip out, the doorbell rings out. “Oh! They are here!” You squeal, excited to see them.

Frankie heads to the door before you, opening it to greet his best friend and your best friend. You’ve been on quite a few couple dates, enjoying each other’s company during game nights. It’s been a perfect combination so far. “Hermano. Todo día más feo.” Pope teases Frankie as he pats him on the back in a hug and Frankie affectionately rolls his eyes as your best friend steps around the men to greet you.

“Hey!!!!” You and Dara throw your arms around each other and squeeze tight. Always happy to see each other and it’s such a joy to see your friend so happy after having so many shit boyfriends before Pope. You had constantly moaned together that it seems like there weren’t any good men anymore, and now you are both with ones that are completely amazing. If Pope had been kind of a playboy before, he had focused all that flirtatious energy into making sure your friend was head over heels for him. “How are you? I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to call!” You apologize and look at her once you break apart. 

She grins at you, “I’ve been so busy with the new job and honestly, going to Pope’s nearly every night. I’m hoping he’s going to ask me to move in soon since I basically live with him by now anyway.” She says, squeezing your hands as she glances over at Pope who is telling Frankie about his latest client in his security business. “We need a brunch to catch up.” Dara giggles and you nod, “yes we do. You want a drink? I got that vodka that you like.” Dara nods and lets you drag her into the kitchen with a smile.

“It going okay with your girl?” Pope asks Frankie who nods, glancing back at the door you disappeared through.

“She’s everything.” He murmurs, a silly smile on his face that Pope understands.

“Sooooooo.” You grin as you pour the vodka and add juice to it for Dara before mixing up one of your own. “Tell me, how is basically living with Pope?” You ask. “You look happy, really happy. And I love that for you.”

Dara grins, her cheeks hurting from how much she’s been smiling, “honestly, he’s so good. In every way.” Her voice lowers slightly, “he flirts like crazy with me and only me. All that attention makes a girl crazy in love.” She confesses and you squeal quietly, the ice cubes in your drink shaking as you bounce a little.

“Love?” You ask and she nods in confirmation.

“Who would’ve thought? Both of us in love? Especially when we were lonely and horny and used to-” Dara is cut off as the boys come into the kitchen to grab their beers, “you ladies ready for an epic movie marathon?” Pope asks, leaning in to kiss Dara on the cheek.

“Let’s do it.” You wink at Frankie and he nods, walking back into the living room to get the movie up on the streaming service. Pope and Dara take a seat on the large sectional, snuggling into each other and Frankie holds his arm out for you to curl into his side.

You fold into his arms easily and pull the cover up over your laps. The snacks are out and you smile over at Dara and Pope as they curl together near you, Dara closest to you. “Let me know when you need another drink.” You murmur to Dara before the movie starts.

The movie is some superhero movie the boys wanted to watch. The next movie is your choice. The explosions are loud and Frankie glances over at Dara and Pope whose eyes are on the screen. His hand slides down from your shoulder until he’s squeezing your breast. Your eyes flick up to his face and he is smirking slightly, knowing you can’t make a noise otherwise the others will know. His hand slides a little lower, brushing past your stomach until he is sliding his hand under the hem of the dress you’re wearing. His fingers trail along your thigh, slow and teasing, and you spread your legs a little for him. Covered by the blanket, his fingers slide higher until they are pressing against your clit through your panties.

Your breath catches and you bite your lip so you don’t moan, not wanting Dara and Pope to know what Frankie is doing to you. You aren’t focusing on the movie, having no clue what is going on as your boyfriend starts to rub tight circles on your clit, teasing you as he touches you. Frankie loves to make you cum and you have no doubt that he will right now, regardless of the other people in the room.

Pope smirks as his hand sneaks under the blanket, teasing his girlfriend as he caresses her through her clothes. She offers him a warning look, knowing that they are in someone else’s home. All thoughts of propriety leave her mind when his finger finds her clit, rubbing through her panties under her shirt. She bites her lip and focuses on the screen, unaware that you are doing the same thing. Frankie can feel how tense you are, trying to control yourself and that urges him on, rubbing your clit a little faster and you put your leg up, acting like you’re getting comfortable when you’re really giving him more access to you.

Pope glances over at the two of you, noting the smug smirk on Frankie’s face and he grins. He knows that look, and with the way you are squirming, you’re doing exactly what he and Dara are doing. He leans in and presses his lips to his girlfriend’s neck. “Dirty girl. Just like your friend.” He whispers playfully, biting her ear.

Dara stiffens slightly until she looks over at you and Frankie, knowing that look on your face. "Looks like you had the same idea as us." She declares and you rip your eyes away from the screen to look at your friend just as she pulls the blanket away from her lap to expose Santi's fingers rubbing her clit under her underwear. 

"Jesus." Frankie hisses, his cock already hard against your side as you lean against him. You smirk and pull your blanket off too, watching as Santi continues to rub Dara's clit. 

"Damn, baby. What a sight." Santi coos and Frankie doesn't stop his movements. The four of you watch each other, the movie forgotten as you moan softly. 

"Wanna have some fun, like old times?" Dara asks, her eyes flicking between you and Frankie.

Frankie’s eyes widen, gaze darting between you and his mouth is hanging open. 

“Baby?” You turn to look at him and lean in to kiss the bare spot on his jaw where his whiskers never grow. “Do you want to see me fool around with Dara?” You ask him, turning to look at Pope with a questioning look. You think it would be sexy, but if your boyfriend or Santi isn’t okay with it, you wouldn’t touch her.

Frankie is a little dumbstruck and he nods, looking over at Santi who grins and says “fuck yeah.”

Frankie leans in to kiss you softly, “yes. I want - want whatever you are comfortable with.” He murmurs, pulling his hand from your underwear to give you the freedom to touch Dara how you want. 

Dara grins, “like those lonely nights back in college.” She teases, leaning in to cup your cheek after Santi pulls his hand away from her and she leans in to press her lips to yours.

You are familiar with her mouth, accepting the kiss eagerly and curling your hand around the back of her head and sliding your tongue into her mouth. There were plenty of nights that you had done this and more, because you were bored, lonely, curious and finally just enjoying yourself. You hear the way the boys groan beside you but you are enjoying the way you know they are staring at both of you.

Santi reaches down to squeeze his cock through his pants, not noticing Frankie do the same as the two men watch their girlfriends kiss. Every guy’s dream honestly. Frankie caresses your back, squeezing your ass as you slide your tongue against Dara’s until she pulls back with a grin. “I wanna - do you want to switch?” She asks breathlessly, glancing behind you to Frankie.

You know that Dara has always been interested in how Frankie is as a lover and despite him being your boyfriend, you aren’t jealous. This woman has been a lover on and off for years and you have no jealousy. “What do you think, baby?” You ask Frankie, reaching down and pulling her tits out of her shirt and sneezing them. “Do you want to touch Dara like this? Show her how good your tongue is, like I’ve bragged about since the first night we’ve fucked?”

Frankie is torn, wondering for a second if this is a test, but your eyes are dark with lust and he glances at Pope to make sure he’s on the same page. His best friend nods, “as long as I get to see what these blowjobs you rave about are like.” He teases and Frankie smirks, “just you wait, hermano.” 

Dara giggles, leaning in to kiss you again. “Any of us have an issue, we say it.” She says, setting the rules as she shuffles around you towards Frankie, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants. “You weren’t lying when you said how thick he is.” She says and Frankie blushes slightly.

“I would never lie about that.” You coo as you crawl towards Santiago. “My baby is packing, and he knows how to fuck a girl until her legs are jelly.” You bite your lip as you straddle your friend’s boyfriend. “Just like I’m curious to find out how Santiago fucks you so hard you pass out.” You caress his cheek and lean in, the movie forgotten in the background. “Can I kiss you, handsome?”

Santi nods, his hands immediately finding your waist and he groans when you grind down onto him, leaning in to meet your lips in a kiss. Frankie inhales sharply when Dara reaches down to undo his pants, reaching in to pull his hard cock out. 

“Fuck, she wasn’t lying. You are packing. And uncut like Santi. Love that.” She murmurs and grips him, leaning down to take him in her mouth as her eyes focus on his while he watches her.

You look over as Frankie’s head drops back to the couch cushion and he moans loudly. You love the sounds he makes when you are blowing him and now you get to see him from another view. “You want to have a little competition, Dara?” You coo. “See who can get the guy to the brink of cumming the fastest?”

She pulls off of Frankie’s cock, a smirk on her lips as she looks over at you. “You’re on, baby. Let’s blow their minds.” She grins and you peck Santi’s lips as you slide down his body until you are working his pants open. Dara pumps Frankie in her hand and his eyes watch you as you take Pope’s cock out. Jesus, he feels his cock twitch in Dara’s fingers as your eyes meet his.

“Fuck, you weren’t lying when you said he has a beautiful cock.” You hum, pulling the foreskin back and looking at the bead of precum that has built up at the tip. “I can’t wait to hear him moan.”

Santi watches you as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, “mierda.” He curses and looks over at Dara who has taken Frankie back into her mouth with a moan. The men’s eyes flick between their partner and the woman sucking their cock. Groaning as Santi caresses your head and Dara chokes as she tries to take Frankie deeper.

You know Dara knows how to give head so you put everything you’ve got into sucking Santiago’s cock. Wrapping your fingers around the base and pumping while you work him deeper, making sure that you make him wet and keep your palette soft.

“Fuckkkk.” Santi pants as you take him deeper and Jesus, your mouth feels so good. He hisses and Frankie nods, “damn good. So fucking good.” He pants as his hand comes up to grip the back of the sofa, trying to keep himself from thrusting up into Dara’s mouth.

You moan around Santiago’s cock, enjoying the way he throbs and pulses in your mouth when you swallow around him. Reaching down and gently cradling his balls when you let go of his shaft and completely engulf him in your mouth until your nose is pressed against the short hairs at the base of his cock.

“Holllly fuckin’ shitttt.” Pope hisses, his fingers curling in the edge of the sofa cushion and his toes curl as you take him deep. “Fuckkkk.” He exhales shakily, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you blow his mind.

Dara chuckles around Frankie’s cock, knowing how good you are, and she ups her game, bobbing her head a little faster so Frankie hisses at the pace. "Holy shit."

You have to let up, needing to watch Frankie’s eyes roll back in pleasure. You hum around Pope’s cock and reach for his hand, pulling it to the back of your head. Encouraging him to thrust up into your mouth or push your head down. Wanting him to completely lose control.

Pope groans, keeping you still as he thrusts up into you, his cock twitching as he pushes down your throat. Fuck, no wonder Frankie looks dazed whenever he comes back from his lunch break. “She’s good, hermano?” He asks and Pope nods, panting slightly.

You don’t know if Pope plans on cumming down your throat but you don’t let up. Bobbing your head and swallowing around him, keeping the suction tight around his cock as he throbs on your tongue.

He doesn’t want to cum down your throat. He lets out a strangled choke and grabs the back of your neck, dragging you off of his cock and he watches you stay connected to his length with a line of spit. “Holy fuck.” He gasps, trying to calm himself down and he looks over at Dara who is taking Frankie down her throat.

“One day, you need to cum down my throat.” You gasp as you try to catch your breath, grinning up at him before you look over where Dara is still sucking Frankie’s cock. “Fuck they look so sexy, don’t they?” You moan, sinking a hand between your thighs and inside your panties. “I don’t know which one is sexier right now. And I’ve fucked them both.”

Frankie pants, turned on by your statement. He knows your history with Dara, you’ve talked about your sex life and Frankie must admit that he’s jerked off thinking about you and Dara messing around. He hisses when Dara pulls off of his cock, knowing he won’t want to cum, and Pope moves fast to drag you up his body. “Whose cock do you want to sit on?” He asks you with a smirk.

“Weelllllll, I think I want to sit on your cock, baby.” You lean in and press your lips to Santi’s. “I want to hear Dara squeal Frankie’s name while I moan yours.” You are dripping at the idea and reach over to grab your friend’s face and pull her close for another kiss. “Do you want to lick your boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy, baby?” You ask her breathlessly.

She nods, a whimper escaping her lips and she grabs her shirt to pull it over her head. You follow suit with your dress, leaving you both in panties that are soon shoved onto the floor. You straddle Pope, caressing his chest through his t-shirt, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. “Goddamn. You’re gorgeous. Fish is a lucky fucker.” He compliments you, his hands finding your ass to squeeze your cheeks until he slaps them.

“You’re lucky too, hermano.” Frankie groans, stroking his hands up and down Dara’s back before cupping her tits. “Your girlfriend is fucking breathtaking. Too good for your ugly ass.” He jokes, leaning in and biting her shoulder.

Dara whimpers and reaches down to grip Frankie’s cock. You know she has an IUD and is clean. She knows you are the same. She trusts everyone here and she’s excited to have a good time. She’s dripping wet so notching Frankie at her entrance isn’t hard work. He slips into her as she sinks down onto him with a low moan.

Both you and Santi watch, eyes blown with lust as your boyfriend and his girlfriend start to fuck. “Fuck,” you pant as you look back at Pope. “I need you inside me.” You beg, reaching down and gripping his cock. “Will you fuck me, Pope?”

Santi nods, his hands sliding down your back until he’s squeezing your ass again. “Take what you want, bebita.” He orders and you shuffle closer, swiping his cock through your folds a couple of times before you start to sink down onto him.

Frankie groans as he watches you take his friend’s cock. The way your jaw drops and he twitches inside of Dara. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” She murmurs to him, her eyes watching her boyfriend and her best friend.

“Fucking amazing.” Frankie groans, unable to believe this is happening. “You are so tight, hermosa.” He praises, rocking his hips up and slapping her thigh gently. “Never thought I would get to do this.” He huffs, groaning again when she squeezes him hard enough to make him twitch.

You watch Frankie and Dara, clenching around Pope’s cock hard enough that he hisses. “You like watching them, baby? You like watching them fuck each other?” He coos into your ear, biting down on your earlobe. “You’re so fucking wet around me. Always wondered what you’d be like. Frankie said he’d give me a chance with you.”

You moan softly, wishing you had known about those conversations before now. “He has.” You hum, clenching down around him. “How do you like being inside your best friend’s girl?”

“Fucking love it.” Santi groans, smacking your ass with both hands. He hisses your name and rocks you a little faster on top of him. “You enjoying it?” He asks you, leaning in to nip your jaw.

“Yesssssss.” You whimper, closing your eyes and tangling your fingers into Santiago’s hair while you start to bounce on his cock. “Always wondered what it would be like to fuck you. Imagined you and Frankie both railing me. Now I want that and to see you both rail Dara.”

Santi groans at the same time as Frankie, imagining that dirty thought. They have shared women before during time stateside but he loves the idea of sharing you with his friend and his girlfriend more often, watching you all like his own private porno. “Goddamn.” Frankie hisses, cupping Dara’s tits and pinching her nipples to make her gasp.

You giggle quietly and look over at your boyfriend. “You like that idea, baby? Fucking me and Dara with Santi? Being complete sluts for the two of you? I know you would want to have Dara sit on your cock while I sit on your face.”

Frankie groans, cock twitching inside of Dara, “and Pope can fuck her ass.” He smirks, knowing his friend has a big thing for anal.

Dara chuckles, “double? Fuck yes.” She groans, “then I can play with that gorgeous pair of tits and kiss your girl. Keep her satisfied while you suck on her clit like I used to.” Dara smirks until her jaw drops when Frankie thrusts up into her.

“Fuuuuuuck.” Santiago hisses and his hands tighten on your hips. “You never told me that.” He huffs. “I’d have had you telling me all about it while I was making you scream.” He has had quite a few ideas of fucking you and Dara, but to know that you used to eat each other out? It’s sexy as fuck. “I’ll want to see that while I recover enough to fuck her.”

“We can show our boys how to eat pussy, can’t we baby?” Dara winks at you and moans when Frankie thrusts up into her again. “Oh do that again.” She begs, knowing he has found the right angle and Frankie obliges her, keeping her still while he fucks up into her like it’s the last thing he will do.

“He’s so good, isn’t he?” That’s not to say Santi isn’t a good lover and he steals your attention back to him with the next thrust. Making you moan and turn back to crush your lips to his while you start to ride him again in earnest.

Dara watches you kiss Santi and it sends her over the edge, she cries out against Frankie’s shoulder as he thrusts up into her with vigor, grunts escaping his lips as he jackhammers up into her until she is squealing. Shaking against your boyfriend as she cums, soaking him and her nails digging into his shoulders.

Santiago actually stops thrusting into you, although his cock is pulsing harshly, twitching inside you as he watches his girlfriend cum all over Frankie. “Jesus Christ.” He hisses, so turned on by the sight he almost cums himself. “Now it’s your turn.” He promises, kissing you passionately and starting to move when Dara collapses against Frankie’s chest.

Frankie stops thrusting once Dara is worked through her orgasm, wanting to watch you cum on Santi’s cock. He doesn’t want to cum too soon so he strokes Dara’s back as they both watch Santi start to thrust up into you. “That’s it, Bonita. Want you to cum for me.” Santi coos, his hands squeezing your ass to help rock you on top of him.

Your boyfriend encouraging to cum throws you over the edge. Tossing your head back, you cry out in pleasure. “Santi!” Your walls clamp down around his cock and you soak him as your body shakes.

He groans as you clamp down on him, squeezing him tight. 

“Holy shit, Fish. Like a goddamn vice.” Pope hisses and works you through it by rocking you on top of him. His cock is throbbing inside of you. “Wanna - don’t wanna cum yet.” He admits and Frankie nods. 

“Get on your hands and knees. Both of you.” Frankie orders, smacking Dara’s ass.

It takes a moment for you to move, but when you are on your hands and knees by Dara, you lean in and kiss your friend. “Fuck.” You giggle against her lips. “Isn’t this the fucking dream?” You ask breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at the two men and smirking. “They are both so fucking hot and want to fuck us.”

Dara smirks back, “a girl’s fucking dream, baby. Remember when we used to talk about something like this happening?” She asks and you nod, leaning in to kiss her again, sliding your tongue against yours. The two men groan, slowly jerking their cocks before they shuffle forward, notching themselves at the dripping wet cunts and pushing back in.

You don’t know exactly who is inside you for a moment while you are kissing Dara. Eyes closed and trying to guess because your cunt is already a little abused from the fucking. Until his hands grip your hips and he drills forward hard enough to make you gasp into your friend’s mouth. “Frankie!”

Your boyfriend chuckles as you gasp out his name and he slaps your ass. "Want you to cum for me, hermosa." He demands, knowing he can pull you apart easily. He hisses when you teasingly clench around him. 

"That's it baby." Pope groans when Dara grinds back onto him and he thrusts into her, making her moan into your mouth before she sucks on your tongue.

Dara nods, knowing it won't take much. She hisses as she rocks back onto Pope, his fingers rubbing her clit, but when you lean in to kiss her, your fingers pinching your nipple, she's sent over the edge. "Fuck!" She squeals into your mouth as she cums, clamping down on Santi's cock.

Both men groan at the sight of the two of you locked into a kiss when Dara cums. Santiago grips her hips tights to continue fucking her and Frankie moans as his own pace quickens. You know they are loving the sight and you swallow her sounds as she comes apart.

Frankie wants you to follow, his hand squeezing your tit as he rocks into you. “Fuck baby. Want you to cum for me.” He demands, pinching your nipple as Dara pants against your chin.

His cock is shredding against something wonderful inside you and you know you won't last long. You never do when he's hammering into you like it's the last thing he will do. Your body starting to stiffen with each thrust until you let out a loud cry, unable to stop yourself from tumbling over the edge and drawing out your pleasure.

“Fuckkkk.” Frankie groans when you squeeze his cock like a goddamn vice. “That’s it, hermosa. Jesús Christ.” He hisses, trying to hold off from filling you up. He pants your name and caresses your stomach, enjoying the way you soak him.

Dara groans and pushes back against Pope's cock. "Need you to cum, baby." She begs softly. "Both of you. Want to see cum dripping out of both of our cunts."

Pope grunts, jaw clenched as he pounds into your best friend, his nostrils flared as he seeks his orgasm.

Frankie groans, smacking your ass when you clench him, egging him on. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He hisses, pushing deep as he fills your walls with his hot seed in one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“Fraannnnnnnkie.” You whine his name, rolling your eyes back in pleasure as he paints your walls with his cum, hearing Pope hiss out Dara’s name beside you as he is the last one to cum, his hips stuttering and his entire body jerking in pleasure as he fills her. “Oh god.” You pant, collapsing down onto your cheek and look over your friend and her boyfriend as he slumps over her back and kisses along her spine. “That was amazing.” 

Frankie leans over you to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours and you kiss him back as hungrily. Dara chuckles breathlessly, “now I wanna taste your cum from her pussy.” Dara smirks at you, “wanna sit on my face like we used to?” She asks, biting her lip.

“Fuck yes.” You moan, clenching around Frankie and the thought of her tongue against your cunt. Frankie is amazing at eating your pussy, but Dara was just as good, if not slightly better. “I want to taste Pope’s cum too.”

The two men shuffle from behind you, pulling out slowly, and move to sit on the other side of the sofa, eyes eager. Dara shifts to lay down and she smirks at you, tapping her cheek and you shift to straddle her face, stretching your body over hers so you can push her legs apart, finding her creamy cunt. Dara doesn’t hesitate to lean in, sliding her tongue through your folds with a groan.

It takes a good bit of tilting her hips, but your own tongue quickly follows suit while both men groan around you. Watching as you two sample their cum from their girlfriend’s cunt with an eagerness that borders on feral. You love the saltiness of Santiago mixed with the sweet tang of Dara, licking the mixture from her swollen folds and holding her legs apart when your tongue swipes over her sensitive clit. 

“Fuck me.” Frankie murmurs, watching you both writhe and lick and suck. It’s primal and his spent cock rests against his thigh but his stomach twists with arousal at the erotic display.

“Mierda.” Pope murmurs, watching just as intensely.

You love the fact that they are watching, but this is honestly for you and Dara. They have cum and it will be a little while before they can fuck again. You clench around nothing when you hear Frankie groan, and suck a little harder on your friend’s clit. 

Dara squeezes your ass, loving the way you rock back onto her tongue. Her hips tilted so you can lick deeper into her pussy. It’s intoxicating and everyone is feeling the intensity of this moment. “That’s it baby. Lick her clit. She likes that.” Frankie coaches you, seeing Dara’s reactions.

You hum, grinning into her folds as you obey Frankie. It’s no hardship, especially since that’s exactly what she likes. You suck her clit into your mouth and give it a series of kitten licks that makes her moan into your cunt.

Dara’s tongue gets faster, anxious to make you cum like you used to. She laps at you, sucking on your clit and swirling her tongue around it while the boys continue to watch with rapture. “Look so good, bebita. Wish I could take a a fucking photo.” Pope groans, watching with dark eyes.

She pulls her lips away from your clit for a moment, making you whine. “Do it.” She moans before she dives back into your cunt. You moan your own agreement and nod. You trust the boys not to share that, and you would love to see how sexy this looks from their perspective.

Pope scrambles to find his pants on the floor, getting his phone and he looks over at Frankie who nods enthusiastically. “Do it, hermano.” He insists and Pope smirks as he takes a photo of you and Dara. “So fucking hot.” He groans softly, taking a couple more.

You whimper when Dara sucks on your clit again, so close to cumming as you rock your hips back. Pushing down onto her tongue. Your hand slides up and you push two fingers inside her, knowing how much she loves to cum around something.

“Fuck.” She cries out against your folds, her lips slick with cum and your arousal, and the boys watch in awe as her thighs start to shake around your head. “Cum for her baby.” Santo orders, his cock twitching in interest.

It only takes another few moments of sucking on her clit and pumping your fingers into her cunt before she is crying out. Her walls clenching down around your fingers and soaking them with her cum.

The boys hiss, watching Dara cum, and Frankie leans forward on his elbows, planting them on his knees as he watches Dara ride her orgasm on your fingers. “Your turn, hermosa.” Frankie rasps and Dara nods, her tongue pushing back inside of you, her chin against your clit as she tries to push you over the edge.

You whine, eyes fluttering closed and your mouth drops open when she flicks her tongue inside you, sending you over the edge. Your entire body bucks and you squeal in pleasure as the waves of bliss crash over you, making you gasp out as you grind back onto her face.

The guys groan, their cocks half hard at the sight in front of them. Pope smirks, biting his lip as he watches you cum. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.” He coos to both women. 

“Goddamn.” Frankie murmurs, watching Dara work you through it before she shifts to pull her mouth back.

You sit up and shift off of her, smirking at Dara and pulling her in for one last kiss before looking at the boys. “Happy Valentine’s Day, boys.” You hum playfully, making Dara giggle as she clings to you and it might be the best Valentine’s Day that you’ve ever had. Definitely one to repeat.

[dairy-farmer]

More Cult's of Gotham nonsense! You know what happens when you let unsupervised tots wander around Rich Folks area Gotham in the dead of night? They stumble into old Weird Shit that some kinky dead Rich Folks left over! Like sex cults!

It was a fad!

And it may have been brief, but that MAGIC sure lingered! Whoops! Lack of street lights and recent rain? Mean one Timmy falling through a dirt ceiling into a Suspect Magic Circle(tm)!

He has Succubus Powers now.

The cost? Succubus dietary needs. Also he has hit puberty yet and is pretty sure he's Trans. He did not WANT the Succubus powers, creepy dead people! But here he is. With them.

The extra durability and extreme flexibility are nice. Food being basicly a "I mean, if you FEEL like it" sort of thing? Not great! He's HUNGRY. Luckily? Prostitutes. He can sit on the roof and... eat? He guesses? Not very filling, but it works.

Then! Jason is dead! D:>

The dramatics that follow! Bruce is a DICK but Tim's durability means no broken Timmy bones. But also... he never stays for dinner, dispite Alfred hinting he should. Goes of patrol route sometimes for odd "vantage points". Bruce notices him going BACK into the city, once or twice.

Eventually? He can't ignore Tim any longer. Has come to care for the Doll like little Robin. Obviously, he figures Tim's haunts out immediately. But why? Is he going there? It's clearly not to spy. Hmmmm...

He "accidentally" leaves the Bat computer unlocked.

Tim hasn't learned enough yet to spot the obvious trap. He takes his chance to look up anyone with Sex powers like him, how they feed. Bruce watching as he grows more despairing and frustrated with every Villainous match. Bruce is a Detective. He can put two and two together.

His dietary plans go right out the window. New concern. Pervs molesting his Robin. Or his Robin STARVING. Luckily? Brucie is hot shit. Gala time. But first, lessons on spotting obvious traps.

Tim gets dragged to Gala after party after swanky yacht get together. Rooms picked ahead of time. Tim hiding under desks as Bruce fucks someone onto of them. Snuck under the couch, as Bruce fucks a socialite against the wall right next to it. In the dresser, as Bruce and his conquest take the bed.

Tim most certainly does not go hungry.

But the longer this goes on? The more AWARE Bruce is of him. His little listener. His back up. His Robin. Is he watching through the cracks? Enjoying what he hears? Is it making him wet? Squirm and wish he could do something about it? Is he fantasizing it's him out here, under Bruce?

Bruce bets he would feel so good. Tight and perfect. Take him so WELL.

Bruce is trying very, very hard not to think about it.

Failing.

His fantasies getting filthier. His lust stronger. But he controls it. He DOES. Until some knock off Pollen nearly kills him. Doesn't respond AT ALL to their anti-agent. And Tim... magnificent, perfect boy that he is... is awkwardly, sloppily, taking him right to the root. He barely stops from bucking.

It's perfection.

He has to guide him through it. Teach him what make him feel good. God, he learns so FAST. Bruce is almost delirious by the time Tim scrambles into his lap. Balances carefully and starts to work his way down. He rolls them both forward and help him. Rutts and pants as works himself DEEP.

Tim is perfect for him.

And really, after that? Why bother with substitutes? When Bruce can feed him directly? Morning and night. Every, single, day. Pumping loads nice and deep, over and over, until he whines he feels like he'll burst. The a few more, because Bruce truelly can't resist. Tim needs to eat after all.

He's a growing boy.

-🐼🐼🐼

succubus tim is SO fascinating because tim is, unlike the other bats, not so deeply interested in sex- when he's propositioned by his first girlfriend he refuses and says its because they're young and that ariana is sort of vulnerable at the moment and doesn't really mean it. but this is a thing that happens over again for him whereas dick and bruce will frequently fuck people they're attracted to or have some running storyline in their comics over a girl they work with/are sleeping with/ etc. i mean even jason gets plot lines that are about how he fucks- but tim? not so much.

so HIM being a succubus out of all of them presents a really interesting scenario where he HAS to have sex or be near it in order to survive, where he's biologically compelled to seek it out, where (since its part of his being) he has an other worldly advantage over it because evolutionary speaking tim being so good that his prey keep coming back to him makes perfect sense.

but bruce trying to figure out solutions and help tim while avoiding letting anyone know or touch him and landing on forming a voyeuristic relationship with tim so he can get fed! hiding him in the room and choosing out partners that are nice and sturdy and capable of taking hours of fucking. the papers are exploding about bruce's 'renaissance' and how he hasn't been this sexually active since he was in his 20s. and unlike when he was in his 20s these articles making the rounds mean the other leaguers make a few jokes about it, not fully understanding why bruce is doing all this and committed to making sure his robin isn't starved or forced to seek out other ways to survive. ways that might involve strangers getting their hands on him which may not be an issue because bruce has noticed how as tim has grown older his appearances has started...drawing people to him.

more than once when out running errands with tim bruce has picked up on men following them around, their eyes fixated and locked on tim's form. bruce theorizes that similar to sex pollen, tim releases a kind of pheromone that will draw the sexually starved to him sort of like a plant releasing flows of sweet nectar to draw pollinators. tim's body is an unconscious hunter, aching to help provide and keep him alive by sending out a wave of pheromones whenever tim is the slightest bit hungry.

so bruce makes it his duty to make sure tim is well satiated, its the only way to keep him safe. and at first bruce treats it like just another duty. he seduces women, brings them to the prepicked room where tim is set up in, warms them up, listens to their little whines and presses his nose to their perfumed necks. it's not that bruce has never had mindless sex before- he has. and when he first started there had been some part of him that was so deeply humiliated and unnerved about having to...to perform with his robin in the room in listening distance. but bruce had NEEDED to do it, he'd had a purpose for fucking and needed to see it through. its not like it was all terrible anyway, he did get SOMETHING out of it. but...it was the afterward that really started getting to bruce. when he'd help the woman fix her dress then send her away, he'd wait 15 minutes then lift up the table cloth, look under the desk, or open the closet where tim was hiding and he'd find tim looking so flushed it was like he was feverish, he'd be softly panting with his soft mouth parted and little tongue visible, and he'd be lying there with his thighs pressed tightly together, a sweet wetspot visible between his dark slacks. often times bruce would need to reach in and pick tim up because he was so weak and loose limbed with his head rolling around seeming like HE'D been the one fucked. tim's skin would be lightly perspiring and when tim's legs moved and he made that little hitched breath sound, bruce would be able to hear the squelch of his little cunt, so desperately wet and wanting.

bruce's awareness of tim grows even while he's in the act he finds him self thinking more and more of tim, his eyes eventually drifting to his hiding place and wondering what tim's state would be, wondering if tim would be staring at him from a little crack in the door. bruce has to stop himself from grunting out a growled 'tim' more than once and just knows how close he is to crossing a line he can't come back from.

logically he knows it can't be all his fault, that the blame must lie with tim as well. that maybe proximity to him is warping something in his brain, that perhaps being the one responsible for 'feeding' tim has meant his body is slowly overwriting all of bruce's 'desire' neurons to fire off more and more at the sight and thought of tim. that it isn't REALLY bruce who is developing an attraction and desire for his young robin.

part of bruce believes that and maybe that's why the pollen anti-agent doesn't work. that this is tim's fault and so its tim's responsibility to fix it.

bruce, if he was lucid, would probably be horrified at his own actions or barging into tim's room and startling him awake by climbing into his bed. bruce had dismissed tim almost an hour ago since him getting dosed had made him unsuited for duty. typically the anti-agent worked immediately but now an hour later bruce had broken into drake manor and was now pawing at the bottom of tim's sleep dress, bunching the fabric up and pushing it away to reveal the little cotton panties protecting a pink little cunt.

bruce is murmuring something, panting hard from the pollen-venom in his bloodstream as he tugs the crotch of tim's underwear to the side and shoves in two fingers that slide in like a hot knife through butter. tim's little cunt stretches around him, already dripping wet and bruce holds back a groan because he knows this is going to be good.

tim is whining under him, bucking his hips and pressing them as close as he can get. bruce can see the cloudy eyed desire in his eyes, his cheeks pink, and his prefect little mouth parted. tim makes the sweetest sound when bruce crouches over him and presses their mouthes together.

tim's mouth is uncoordinated and unsure but he learns fast, meeting bruce's kisses eagerly and wetly, humming when bruce presses his tongue in. tim's little hand scrambles for bruce's cock, reverently touching and stroking it from where bruce has pried it out of his suit's pants.

bruce might be drugged up to the gills but he's not cruel and he knows tim has never had a real cock in him before. so he settles on his back, rests his head on tim's soft pillow, and plants tim on his lap. tim's underwear is soaked through and a little tug with a crooked finger and tim is hastily stripping it away leaving his cunt bare and naked an grinding desperately on bruce's cock.

bruce holds back groans at the feeling and sight, tim's chubby cunt lips are kissing both sides of bruce's cock, tim's hips grinding down and dragging it all along the length- back and forth and back. bruce can feel as his head presses the slightest bit deeper whenever tim's hole drags over the head.

bruce starts it with steady rolls of his hips, grinding up and meeting tim's stuttered rhythem, pressing up slowly, working his cock more closely, coating himself in tim's natural stickiness until- finally.

bruce breathes shakily through his nose when he feels his throbbing cock head pop into tim, as tim's hips tremble and he starts making gutted little noises while bouncing slightly and working his way down to swallow more of bruce's cock into him. it's almost comical how much bigger bruce's cock is compared to the little baby cunt tim is working down. the lips are a furious red, his cunt stretched fully open while steaks of wetness beaded up along where he and tim were joined.

bruce's palms almost wrap fully around tim's waist where bruce is holding onto to guide tim's descent and movements. tim doesn't know how to fuck, how to make bruce feel good, but that's okay because bruce can teach him. can carefully instruct him on how fast to go, how to bounce, when to tighten his insides, and how to roll his hips so he could grind his little button against bruce's pelvis.

it's good- there's no other way to phrase how it feels when he and tim fuck but it's good. bruce feels like an animal, some wild thing out in the meadow plains rolling around in the grass during mating season and just rutting hard and deep into a hot, wet hole. tim is grinding back against him, palms scrambling against his chest, around his neck, over his back to hold on as they mash their parts together.

tim is gasping into bruce's mouth, whining and making the sweetest little animal sounds as bruce uses his grip on his waist to slam him down to the root of his cock and grunt at the hot, twitching around him.

bruce doesn't let tim stop until the sun is peeking into his bedroom and even then tim keeps begging, asking in a desperate voice if they can still keep going. bruce's stamina has always been a problem- he's never been able to keep going to his full satisfaction.

...but that was with regular people. not succubi like tim.

it's not until afternoon that bruce and tim finally taper off. tim, for lack of a better word, was glowing. his skin looked soft and plump, his eyes looked clear and crystal- something about him just seemed to scream good health.

bruce hadn't even noticed how different tim looked until that moment. but he wasn't the only one.

bruce's body wasn't aching. at all. there was no twinge in his lower back, no cracking sound from his knees, his elbow wasn't clicking, and his back molars that he had a habit of grinding didn't ache. but also bruce wasn't tired.

he'd spent nearly a full day fucking his robin and he wasnt tired from the loss of sleep.

tim was whining under him like a puppy, trying to kiss him and press bruce's cock back inside him. to pacify him bruce does that, thrusting in and lowering down on top of tim, letting him feel plugged with his cock and comforted by the weight of bruce.

there clearly is no real substitute to this. bruce had been naive to think just letting tim listen in and watch was enough- especially since he clearly did so much better like this, they both did.

so they'd keep it like this. it was the better of the options but most of all it was what tim needed. and that's what this was all about. tim and helping him the best way bruce could.

[guessm0del]

Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter Two: An Uninvited Guest

Summary: Living a life of caution for as long as she can remember, Y/N has never stayed too long in one place, always moving from town to town in hopes to hide her identity. With the Hunters Moon coming, she knows she must be extra careful, as the local culture resides heavily in the hunting of her kind. One night, when a cloaked figure unveils her secret and narrowly escapes, Y/N finds herself in a desperate situation: kill or be killed. With no face to go by, she must now search through the townsfolk before the stranger can spread the truth about her. But the task proves more than difficult when she realises her only lead is a long, crimson cloak.

Genre: horror, fantasy, little red riding hood retelling

Warnings: cursing, stalking, death, heavy smut (later included)

Pairing: redridinghood!Jungwon x femwolf! reader

chapter one here

chapter three here

chapter four here

Midnight air slips through the town square. The small clearing in front of the monastery lays bare, except for a small crow perched above its tallest wing, scrutinising my every move. The townspeople must be sound asleep in their warm beds. It’d be well past midnight by now, seeing as the way the moon slowly sinks across the stars. I glance to the midnight sky, cursing the way its constellations align so perfectly.

God is taunting me on this night.

He too, has seen my sin.

Perhaps he’s seen all along, and has only chosen tonight as the opportune time to tell me. Observing the empty courtyard to my left, I squint at the quiet townhouses in the distance. No red cloaks hurry through the footpaths.

The fool thinks he can hide from me.

The crow hawks a loud farewell and launches into the midnight sky. I hear it wishing me well as it passes. Smiling, I recount all the times they’ve watched on as I’ve killed the innocent. All creatures of the forest have an equal fealty to werewolves. Even birds know there are loyalties that must never be crossed.

Casting a subtle glance back to the monastery, I watch in silence as the town pastor gently closes the gates.

Shit.

Hearing him approach, I suck in an awkward breath and turn to retreat. His presence will only serve as a distraction.

He hurries forward and touches a gentle hand to my shoulder before I can turn away. “Y/N! I’ve been looking for you!”

Taking in a brief moment of freedom, I release a subtle sigh and turn to face my guest.

Pastor Mikaul has aged fairly since the last time I had seen him. His eyes droop with age, waning on the edge of exhaustion with chunks of hair that seemed to stick to his forehead like a mop.

In Mikeals mind, God was the greatest diety of all, giving sanctuary and hope to all those who send him their precious prayer.

I tilt my head to the side, observing the stern callouses that paint his palms. Some god indeed, stripping his faithful of freedom and leaving them to wander around a chapel all day like mindless fools. Blinded by their faith, High Priests in Avion spend their days locked up without a morsel of food or sunlight. They believe praying is the only thing they need to survive. I suppose it’s silly of me to judge, considering I’ve spent most of my life adapting to the shadows and living by the rules of the forest.

Pastor Mikeal makes an awkward cough as he takes his hand from my shoulder.

Cringing, I watch him shift closer, giving me a stern expression of disapproval. “The Council and I have been wondering why you haven’t been showing up to Church for our Sunday services.” He nearly whispers as he mentions the Council, pointing narrow glances to every corner of the courtyard before proceeding, “I understand your aunt is gravely ill, but perhaps praying for her good health will do better than neglecting your religious duties. You don’t want to break the Council’s trust now do you my dear?” Just as before, the old cripple goes into a hushed tone when mentioning the Council.

I suppress a smile.

Even the pastor fears them.

Under the guise of hiding a sob, I give each eye a firm pinch and wait impatiently for the tears to fall. I spend the next 10 minutes explaining my absences from church, and my dear aunts depleting health that seems to worsen each day. Waving my arms around on occasion, I weave a delicate tale of a hidden antidote, a difficult journey through the Northern treks of Rangaar, and a kind young woman trying to save her only living relative. In this story, and only in this story, I am the kind young woman. I finish my appeal with a long sob and a heartfelt apology thrown in for for his pride.

I watch through the corner of my eye as he stares uncertainly at the ground, catching the way his eyes twist in discomfort.

I’ve been a cold bitch to the him since the day Helena and I arrived in Avion. He wasn’t expecting this heartfelt reaction.

“My dear girl, if it troubles you so, let’s leave it be as it is for now…” he murmurs, briefly hesitating before giving my back a comforting pat.

I force myself into a stuttering mess. “B-but the Council will still be angry-”

“Don’t you worry about them, I’ll let the Council know of your impending troubles.” Giving me a reassuring pat on the back, he sets off in the opposite direction, leaving me to stand alone in the cold. I feel the sad expression on my face wear thin, moulding into the familiar uniformity of a nothingness.

In twelve days, when the winter solstice has begun, he will die. As will most in this town. Nothing has changed.

Our plans are still set, no matter how delayed.

I watch his figure morph into emptiness, chanting the promise once more in my mind.

They’re all going to die.

I turn to continue my hunt, finding myself pushing for any emotion, any small sign of sympathy, but all I feel is my heart sink at the knowledge that it’ll never hold more power over me than my head.

___

The South side of the forest could easily be considered the joyous reflection of the North. Complete opposites in every way.

Ever since Helena and I arrived in Avion, we’ve spent every spare hunting day covering the grounds of the North and West sides of the woods, using their confines of dark solidarity to our advantage while we hunted in secret.

The only few times I’ve needed to cross into the South was to visit Mary, who lives in a comfortable little cottage on the other side of town.

Leaves crunch beneath my feet with weary pace, leaving me to wonder if someone is actually watching me from afar or if it’s just my paranoia. I shake my head, pulling my lavender dress up to avoid a muddy branch in my path. Mary always fusses over my dresses, warning me not to get them dirty or she’ll be forced to do the one thing I hate most; make more of them. While Helena also pushes the importance of dresses as it eases the process of ‘blending in’ with the townsfolk, I’ve never been particularly fond of the discomfort a gown can bring me. Avion may be a quaint and colourful paradise in Summer and Spring, but in Winter the waters soak down through the small winded mud puddles, making it nearly impossible for any young woman to trek through the forest paths. How most Avion women bear the irritation that comes with wearing sun dresses and gowns everywhere they go, I’ll never know. Upholding the social standards of others has never been a concern of mine. Not with my situation.

I look ahead to the narrow stone path closing in, knowing I must be close. Mary usually insists I bring a map of Avion before setting off on my journey to her cottage, as the both of us know it’s not the easiest little place to find. Little does she know, I have a knack for finding people.

The crunch of leaves beneath my boots gradually soften, signalling I’m close. Mary’s cottage is situated in the centre of the most beautiful part of the forest, where the leaves in her garden shine with delicate care as though they’re watered everyday. Knowing Mary, they probably are. Small slivers of sunlight catch a small cottage coming up to my left. Hues of pink and green hover in small spaces of light above the roof. It’s almost as though Mary’s cottage is where the fairies come to congregate. That wouldn’t surprise me, honestly. I can already picture Mary welcoming them with her cinnamon cocoa and warm smile. Unlike the rest of the townsfolk, Mary has a pure heart filled with patience and compassion for the magical elements. Creatures of myth have never scared her, but that’s only because she’s never met a creature of dark magic.

She wouldn’t accept me, and as much as my affection for her stands firm, I certainly wouldn’t expect her to.

The smell of warm chocolate and pastry fills the air as I approach, pushing all thoughts of acceptance aside. Mary usually waits out the front for my arrival, fussing with my coat and boots so that I can enter comfortably, but today, she’s nowhere in sight. Making my way past the small porch steps, I take off my shoes and go to place them neatly by the door, stopping abruptly when I hear voices coming from inside. She must have a visitor. I glance to the small shoe rack by my side, searching for any shoes that mightn’t belong to Mary. I don’t see any.

Strange.

She hates it when people don’t take their shoes off before entering. Pressing my ear to the door, I listen in silence as I hear Mary’s voice accompanied by that of a males. Before I can catch what they’re saying I hear a loud crash followed by a scream.

Mary.

This was no visitor,

but rather an uninvited guest.

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Authors Note:

Sheesh that took me forever haha, sorry to everyone who’s been waiting. I’m really going to try and punch out another chapter this week cause I’m getting too invested in my own story LMAO.

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[oofashwritesfanfic]

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[ miguel o'hara x fem!reader]

[plot: miguel o'hara has been your neighbor for the longest time and that one faithful night the two of you finally find it , you finally get that passionate night you both shamelessly imagined on more than one occassion]

[warnings: mans eats you out on his couch , neighbors to lovers troupe]

[a/n: i tried my best to do a little research on terms of endearment in spanish , but if i did use it wrong please tell me?? because then i'll fix it! i would lowkey love to actually learn more of it!!]

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"shit..." you mumbled , frantically searching through your purse. "you got to be kidding me..." you knew that it was a bit late for you to phone the locksmith , they usually never answer after hours in any case and it definitely didn't help your phone was dead , though you were a little grateful you didn't have any work the next day.

"oh , it's you , you alright?" your neighbor miguel o'hara would speak up , he seemed to have come back from his jog , you two would cross paths once in a while , you usually made extra food for him. "oh mr o'hara , uhm hey , i got locked out of my apartment i lost my keys..." you said letting out a bit of a nervous laugh. "ah and the locksmith will only come tomorrow?" he paused for a moment rubbing the back of his neck. "if you'd like you can stay over at mine? it is more like payment for cooking for me all those times." he had a bit of a flustered expression , you had a surprised expression.

"oh? uhm yeah , if it's okay with you i don't mind." you said , fidgeting with your bag a little. "i can cook for you again. this time it will be more fresh." you laughed a bit nervously , it would be the first time you would enter his apartment. you'd lie if you said you didn't fantasize a little bit about him , who wouldn't? he was an extremely attractive man. "yeah of course , i'd never say no to a free meal at all." he laughed and turned to unlock the door moving out the way so you could enter , you went in , the apartment smelt like him , a hint of coffee and a sweet scent you couldn't quite place.

"you can use the kitchen as you wish , there should be chicken in the freezer... uh i'm going to go shower." he said motioning to himself , you gave a nod for a moment before you moved to the kitchen as he went off to go shower. you went through his fridge and cupboards deciding what the best meal would be , you decided on a simple chicken and pasta dish. you had removed your shoes at some point. luckily by the time you finished miguel had come out , hair still wet his towel around his neck , his shirt hugging his body and of course he was in sweatpants.

"it smells good." he said coming over to look , he smelt so damn good... he went over to the fridge grabbing some beer. "do you want some beer?" he offered , "uh yes please." you answered , plating the food and grabbing some forks. "sorry if it's a bit messy." he snickered. "no don't worry about it , i'm just grateful that you let me stay over , i'm sorry about the inconvenience." you said. "don't stress about it cariño." hearing him speak spanish was always exciting , especially being a foreigner and all... regardless.

the two of you enjoyed your meal , idle chatter of getting to know one another. it was a good meal , especially after the two cans of beer the two of you had.

"you can shower , i'll leave some extra clothes on the bed , don't worry about the dishes." he then added , taking the plates already to the sink. "oh uhm , yes of course..." you could never really say no , especially when he was so helpful , he even got you a towel and showed you where everything was , he left you be in the bathroom and went off to do his own thing. you took a quick shower , everything smelt like him... he smelt so good , it was a calming scent , rather comforting to be honest. by the time you finished up your shower and your little fantasy... you flusteredly went to the bedroom and saw the clothes unfortunately for you... you didn't have any spare underwear on you so you essentially would be going commando underneath the clothes he gave you which happened to be a shirt... his shirt a very baggy shirt at that.

"oh..." you paused for a second staring at your reflection once you put the shirt on , it reached your knees and was baggy , like a dress , probably didn't help that if you looked too closely you'd see your curves through the shirt... no time to think about that though- you left the room. "oh are you done would you like me to wash your other clothes for you...?" he seemed to trail off for a moment before looking up at your eyes. "uhm yes please..." you quickly turned around to go grab your clothes before putting them into the washing machine.

"sorry , i didn't have anything smaller this is the smallest thing i own." he gave somewhat of a nervous laugh. "no uhm it's fine , you're already doing more than enough and im intruding mr o'hara..." you said , adjusting the shirt a little bit , he went quiet for a moment. "you can call me miguel , i don't mind." he said , motioning for you to sit down , which you did , you sat down down next to him , hands on your lap keeping the shirt from rolling up , you didn't know it was the alcohol or not but you felt hot...

"are you... are you sure?" "yeah , i'm giving you permission after all cariño." "you keep calling me that what does it mean miguel...?" he smiled a little bit at you as he sat a little closer. "cariño means darling... or dear? it's hard to translate sometimes." he snickered a little. "oh , it's... it sounds really nice coming from you , i don't think i've heard it before..." you tell him , looking down at your hands.

you could feel his gaze on you , even as you turned to look up at him. "you think it sounds nice , maybe i should speak more in spanish." he joked. "ah maybe , though it's not like i can understand much... but doesn't mean i can't admire it..." you said smiling a little. his gaze softened for a moment before he spoke again , "quiero besarte tan mal..." "what does that mean?" now in all honesty you weren't expecting this...

his answer to you was to cup your cheek gently and give your lips a kiss , it wasn't chaste or hesitant... he wanted it , you could feel it in the way his hand had moved from your cheek to the back of your neck. though it was brief , he pulled back and asked you quietly , "is this okay? can i keep going...?" he mumbled it and breathlessly you nodded , you should have stopped it , hell he was twice your age it would have been weird right...? ah well you were both consenting adults.

his mouth immediately found its way to yours once more , this time the kiss was deeper and more intense , his hands moving to pull you onto his lap , making you straddle him. "hmmn...~♡" you couldn't help that quiet whimper from the feeling of his hands gripping your hips as the kiss depend , his tongue running along your bottom lip for a moment before he pulled back.

"you're not wearing panties..." he said looking up at you now , it made you flustered. "i-i uhm... i... they're in the wash..." you told him looking away from him , you were almost embarrassed it made it seem like you were expecting something to happen.

"it's fine , i don't mind it makes things easier for me mi amor..." he whispered , his lips brushing against your skin , his hands came to slip under your shirt , the way those calloused fingers rubbed against your skin had you whimper quietly , hands coming to hold onto his shoulders. "you're so reactive you know that? like when i touch you here..." as he spoke his fingers ran up your back , lifting up the shirt exposing your skin inch by inch and almost in a fluid motion he ended up removing the shirt , exposing every inch of that naked skin to him , he didn't look up at you as his head dipped down , hands holding you as his mouth trailed kisses along your skin , his teeth lightly grazing the skin.

"miguel...~" you couldn't help the quiet gasps escaping your lips as his teeth lightly nipped at your nipple , it became nice and erect in his mouth , while one hand remained on your back to support you , his free hand came to grope your ass. that feeling of his skin against yours was almost heavenly , you couldn't help but lightly grind your hips against his lap , it made him chuckle quietly. "look at you , you look so nice and desperate already and i've barely done a thing cariño..." he said licking up your neck , his teeth grazing your skin as his lips pressed to your ear. "it's so adorable... seeing you so desperate just for me to touch you." he said against your ear , "yes..." you breathed out , though he was one to talk , he was becoming hard underneath you. "please... keep going." you whined , moving your hips against him , a wet spot forming on his pants. "ah..." he mumbled something in spanish under his breath , moving you to lay you onto your back , moving down right between your legs , pushing them against your chest , exposing your cunt to him.

"fuck... look at you... you're so wet , you're so fucking wet just for me..." he growled , leaning down to kiss your cunt , making you gasp quietly , "miguel...~♡" "ah fuck you're so cute..." he mumbled his tongue running along your folds , his teeth lightly grazing against your skin , tongue flicking over your clit , hands gripping your thighs , leaving some marks on the skin. "miguel... wait not... ngh~♡" you whined hands coming to tug a little at his hair , hues looking up at you , watching the way you writhed throwing your head back as he used his mouth to pleasure you , he made it difficult for you to move your hips to get some more stimulation. he let go of your legs , allowing them to rest on his shoulders your thighs wrapped around his face. the way he ate you out had your back arching , his hands coming to squeeze your breasts , your hands squeezing his wrists.

he ate you out like he was eating his last meal... you tasted so good , you tasted so heavenly and not to mention those moans , they were music to his ears , well they were a bit muffled from how your thighs were squishing his head. "fuck..." he moaned against your cunt , the way his tongue swirled around your clit had you writhing and moaning you felt that orgasm slowly washing over you , your toes curling , you couldn't help but throw your head back.

"fuck...~♡ fuck , fuck~♡" you whined , he couldn't help but lap up those juices , he pulled back a little bit , licking his lips. when he pulled back and stripped off his shirt , his skin was littered with a few scars here and there. "you're so pretty cariño... fuck you're so pretty when you cum..." he mumbled , "i want to fuck you till you're mess." he said , standing up to strip off his pants and underwear , his cock was throbbing , he wanted to fuck you so badly. "please , miguel please fuck me..." you spread your legs for him , hands reaching to spread those pretty pussy lips. swearing in spanish he got back onto the couch , watching you carefully as he spat on his hand , starting to now stroke himself lubing himself up.

he took a deep breath , rubbing his tip right up against your folds , groaning at how wet you felt. "fuck... you're so fucking wet..." he mumbled , sliding himself finally inside , groaning from the feeling , you couldn't help the whines falling from your lips as his cock filled you up. "fuck... fuck you're so big... you're so big miguel...~♡" you whined , the moment he hit that sweet spot you couldn't help your back arching and your toes curling , hands digging into your thighs as he gave a huff before he started moving , the way his hips moved were slow , deep and methodical at first before he started picking up pace.

he loved the way your back arched when he hit a sweet spots , he couldn't help but lean in and start sucking on your nipples. "hmngh~♡ fuck...~♡ miguel~♡" you whined , your hands coming to tug at his hair as his hips slammed up into yours , those lewd noises filling the air. "fuck mi armor~ you're so fucking tight...~♡" he moaned , licking and biting at your skin , leaving marks on your breasts. he was getting lost in the way you felt , the way your hips bucked and the way your hands tugged at his hair holding his face to your breasts.

the way his hands dug into your soft flesh... fuck he loved it he was so lost in you. "fuck... you're gonna... fuck...~♡ ngh~♡ make me cum... gonna cum...~♡" you whined , he couldn't help but flip you two , he had you on your back , pushing your legs against your chest as he thrusted , in and out , he was going at such a fast pace you couldn't keep up , your mind was going blank and it felt like you were being winded.

"oh fuck... im cummin'!" you whined , back arching , the way you tightened up so nicely around his cock had him grunt , his own thrusting becoming erratic as he squeezed your thighs , making you cry out in pleasure , moaning as the two of you both came together , his load filling you up and of course your love juices squirting out to cover his cock.

"ah fuck... fuck fuck..." he moaned , he sighed quietly the moment he rode off his high , watching you as he pulled back slowly , your flushed dazed expression and the quiet breaths leaving your lips. "fuck..." he pulled out of you too , watching his cum drip from your cunt. he hoped that you were on birth control , though it wasn't his main focus , rather than that , he picked you up , which you couldn't help but giggle quietly as his hand came to play with your ass as he had you over his shoulder.

"miguel... i don't think i can go again... i'm still sensitive." you'd tell the male making him snicker as the two of you reached his bedroom , everything smelt like him... his scent was driving you absolutely wild.

tossing you onto his bed , he looked down at you.

"well get ready princess , im gonna make sure you're crying from pleasure." he said and the expression you made was a mix between surprise a bit of a nervous laugh.

you were honestly surprised with the crazy amount of stamina miguel had , you lost count of how many times you had cum and how embarrassed you were for messing his bed sheets up , to which he promptly responded with -

"if you didn't mess , i know i definitely didn't do a good job."

seems the male took great pride in fucking someone into a mess.

the morning after you didn't feel embarrassed and neither did he , because you were later invited on a date.

who knows how that would go...

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[ ending that here , i might write a second part of the cute little date and of course the horny hours that go with it. might turn it into a mini series if i gave the energy for it. ]

[that-struggling-writer-lh]

Look How Pretty You Are.

No outbreak! No use of y/n!

WARNINGS: DBF! 18+ Minors DNI. This is smut! BIG age gap. (Reader is 22, Joel in his 40s) Unprotected p in v (don't be dumb). Praise, quite a quicky. Would love to write a part 2 to this, tbh.

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

Coming home from college in the summer meant two things. I was left to my own devices Monday through Friday, and weekends were crazy. Loud, party filled affairs my parents put on with the entire neighborhood being welcome. This summer was different, though.

Freshly graduated means that this summer was my last one before becoming a “real adult” as my parents put it, even if with the fancy business degree I’d likely just end up in the office dad’s contracting business. A silent, small building that was really just a way for calls to be directed to him from the desk, filtering the bullshit and getting to the point. The click clack of fingers on the keyboard as I did payroll, budgeting, projections, ad flyers. The works. Most of the work was boring, lonely. Silent. 

“Hey, can you run to the store for some beer? Mixers? Snacks?” Dad’s tall figure peeked into the office, clothes covered in sawdust, face covered in sweat. “Friday night and all now that you’re old enough to make those kinds of runs. It’s quiet today. Let yourself off early.” 

I mulled it over momentarily, not really wanting to go shopping for my parents’ party. But knowing it might get me into the party this year, when all previous I’d been asked to stay inside, book in hand, or movie playing loudly to try to drown out the noise of splashing in the pool, hollering and dancing to upbeat music on the porch, “Sure, I can do that. If I can actually attend this year.” 

My father ran a hand through his thinning hair, “Alright, sure.” he shook his head in a “no” motion, but the verbal okay was all I needed.

A smile tugging my lips, “Give me your card?” I motioned for the wallet tucked into his opposite hand, grabbing my car keys and nodding.

“I’ll also keep you on the clock until five if you do a favor for-”

“What? What favor?” slight annoyance tugging at my stomach, but knowing that extra money coupled with the prospect of a night drinking with the neighborhood was too good to pass up.

“Joel sent his grocery list. With Sarah away now, he’s having a hard time remembering these things. He asked if maybe you’d be willing to lend him a hand there, and I said sure.”

“As long as he fixes that shelf in my closet like he promised five years ago.” I tore the slip of coffee stained notebook paper from my father’s hand and eyed it carefully after remembering the shelf that had broken above my head in my bedroom closet while moving out for my first year of college. Dad promised it would be fixed before I was home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, five years later it was still impossible to put any items above my head to sit on the wood.

“Consider it done, I’ll have Joel get on it next week.”

Steak, chicken, snack food, rice, potatoes. “Can I add things? Is this really all he eats?” I raised a quizzical eyebrow, “how is he still alive?”

My father laughed softly, “Sarah used to do all that, just take his card and grab what you think he’ll like, I guess.” 

Joel. The much older, very handsome man who had been the object of my desire since I was old enough to understand the term dilf, Joel. Always present, always prepared, my father’s best friend since High School. So extremely off-limits, even now that you’re an adult. It would only bring trouble.

My father handed the two credit cards to me. I guess today’s task was to be a personal shopper.

Joel, who I’ve had a key to his house since I was hardly ten years old, Sarah and I frequently needed it after school to group together to finish homework, raid the cabinets, and make messes through the home until her father would come back and scold us for being teenagers. 

Joel, who was my first fantasy. Authoritative, but kind. Hard, but soft. Ruthless, but understanding of my and his daughter’s antics up until his tear streaked face sent both of us away to the same college, except I returned home and she found a job in the city.

Joel, even thinking of him at the red light while waiting to turn into the grocery store had me clenching my thighs together in my sundress, need filling me even when knowing I’d never get to taste.

The list focus. I got all of his essentials and then some, wanting him to be satiated for longer than the weekend, giving him options for the start of the week before he’d inevitably go back to fast-food runs between job sites.

After Joel’s list was taken care of, I shopped for the party, dividing the orders up before checking out and returning to town, stopping first at Joel’s house since his order had more need to go to the fridge than the alcohol and snacks my father had asked for.

Halfway through putting his order away and tidying a few other areas to be helpful, the front door opened, the sound of boots kicking off, Joel’s muttered voice so quiet I couldn’t hear it. I suppose he was used to talking to himself now, though.

“I thought I saw your car here.” his friendly tone rang from the kitchen entrance.

“Yeah, Dad gave me your list. So I figured I’d get it all set for you. I didn’t know when you’d be finished over at that apartment complex, so I- well. You know.”

“You tidied up?” he asked, looking at the organized dining table, and the lack of dishes in the sink.

“There were only a few things, I thought-”

“Thank you. I’ve been a mess with my little girl gone.” he smiled.

“She misses you. We called each other last week. Talked about the hell we raised here, how we were sure you hated us.” I laughed softly, closing the fridge and putting a box in the familiar cabinets, knowing this house as well as I knew my own.

“Nah, I could never hate you girls. Kids being kids, is all. I was young once, too.” he had a soft look of remembrance, looking at me like he was a million years away, “But you’re all grown up now. Well adjusted, smart, beautiful girl.” he sighed, rinsing out his coffee thermos in the sink quickly.

I had never heard him call me beautiful before, and my heart lurched at the compliment. Though, I’m sure he meant it in a far different way than I’d construed. Like a second daughter, like a neighbor across the street. Like someone he helped raise. Not like beautiful beautiful, “Thank you, Mr. Miller.” I smiled softly at his sentiment, anyway. Wiping down the counters when I’d finished, “I took the liberty of getting you some extras. Steak and potato diet only gets you so far.”

“Oh, thank you.” he sounded genuinely grateful, “I never know what to do, or what to eat, really. Sarah usually would-”

“I know, she’s a great cook.” I giggled, showing him the receipt that I’d crumpled in the pocket of my cardigan, placing it in his hand, “Here’s the damage.”

He looked everything over carefully, “That’s fine.” he nodded, “Thank you. But, don’t call me Mr. Miller. That’s weird.” he smirked, “Just Joel. Same as always for the last 22 years.”

“Sorry.” I laughed shyly.

“I’m gonna hit the shower before heading to your folks’ place.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later, Joel.” I smiled softly and he rested his hand on my lower back as he brushed by me to create space between himself, me, and the kitchen island. Such a simple gesture, but the placement was new. Usually he’d touch my shoulder or ask me to step aside for him.

I tidied the magazines and newspapers littering the coffee table, dusting the surface with a cloth before I left, I debated on vacuuming but left the rest as is, I’m not his housekeeper. I’m not replacing Sarah. He’s grown, he can take care of it, surely. Before I had time to slip back into my flats, the water was already off and the bathroom door was opening. I turned away as I folded the throw blankets and Joel’s surprise at seeing me still in his house was obviously justified, “Dammit, you scared me!” he clutched his abdomen and sighed in relief, “What are you still doing here?” not angry, quizzical.

“I noticed some magazines all out of place, so I thought I’d do that. But then I saw dust, and then the blankets- sorry, Joel. I didn’t think you’d be so fast.” I let out a breathy laugh and turned to face him for just a moment before covering my eyes up again. He was only wearing a towel, water droplets decorating his toned frame, dripping from his soft, curly hair that’s been made slightly gray over the years.

He sighed, not in frustration. Just a sigh, “You don’t need to take care of me like this. I’m fine, Sweetheart. Really.”

“I know. I just. This house is so special to me. I practically grew up here.” I looked to the location of the coffee table and could practically see Sarah and I grunting to move it aside and lay a million blankets and pillows out on the floor for our sleepovers. Popcorn kernels and candy all over the floor, empty box of pizza that Joel would have helped us scarf down before disappearing into the backyard or the master bedroom to leave us alone for the remainder of the evening. He never lingered too long, never tried to be the cool dad. Knew when it was time to leave his daughter and her friends alone.

His tone was even softer now, “It is a pretty special place, huh? Your Daddy helped me build it from the ground up. Pouring that concrete, framing up the walls. Drywall, mudding, installing. This house was the best job I’ve ever done for my family. Promised so much.” I knew he was reminiscing about his wife who had passed away more than a decade ago. The way he looked so far away even though he was right there. 

I dared to continue to keep my eyes on him despite his attire, “I miss her, too.” I said suddenly, his eyes flitted to mine and he smiled weakly.

“Why don’t you head on home, Dollface? I saw all the bags you still have to unpack over there in your car.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, adjusting his towel to ensure it was secure enough.

My mouth ran dry at the sight of him, I felt so guilty for it after such a tender moment, “Sure. Enjoy your groceries, Joel.” I smirked and slipped into my shoes, letting myself out and backing from his driveway into mine. Perks of being across the street.

My parents had yet to return, so I quickly unloaded and prepped the snacks into serving trays and bowls, put the booze on ice in coolers and began dragging everything to the backyard, filling the picnic table by the pool with things to eat, cooler resting on the ground beside everything else.

I made myself busy getting ready, slipping from my work clothes to a black bikini covered by shorts and a plain off-shoulder long sleeve shirt. The sun would set soon, dropping the scorching temperature. I added a soft lipstick and touched up my makeup, keeping my hair down. By the time I finished I could hear the familiar bustle of my folks in the kitchen, prepping for the grill and salads. 

I offered a hand in the kitchen, as typical and my mother handed me a large knife, “Quarter the cucumber and dice some tomato for the salad, please.” she instructed as my father poured seasonings into a dish of various cuts of chicken.

I set to work, “I dropped that stuff off for Joel, Dad.” I started, and he hummed in response as a thank you.

“Thanks, baby.” he said as he massaged the seasonings into the meat, “He just needs a little hand for now is all, I’m sure in a few weeks when the busy season is over he’ll be right. Maybe it can be a regular thing, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind. I miss being there all the time, anyway. Such sweet memories from growing up in that house.” I mused, the rhythmic chopping on the cutting board in front of me keeping me at a steady pace.

“How is Sarah, anyway? Talk to her lately?”

“Fine, she likes her new job, dating around a little. Nothing major aside from roommate drama. She doesn’t like apartment life.”

“Not like being roommates in the dorms with you, huh?”

I scoffed softly, “Evidently not.”

The small talk continued until we opened the front door for our neighbors and Joel was first over, as typical. He and my father sat poolside in lounge chairs, beer in hand laughing and talking like usual until others joined them.

I found myself watching him from the window above the sink as I scrubbed at the dishes left behind, watching his dimpled cheek when he smiled, the curve of his mouth around the glass bottle, how he would scratch at the stubble on his cheeks when thinking. I could see their bottles were nearly empty, so I finished scrubbing a pan and headed to the yard, opening a cooler and grabbing three bottles, two for the men, one for me. I cracked mine first and took a swig, then cracked the other two and brought them over, “Noticed you guys were looking a little low.” I eyed Joel instead of my father.

“Why, thank you, Dollface.” Joel smirked and held the drink up in a cheers motion, “What a sweet girl you have, Jimmy. Always looking out for the guests.”

“She learned hosting from her Mama, Joel. Certainly not me.” my dad quipped, nodding a thanks to me as I handed them each a bottle.

I felt a blush creep up with how Joel was examining me, and I wondered if that was the same way I was watching him earlier. He took the bottle from my hand and pushed further, “While you’re being so gracious, can you get me a little snack while we wait for the others to get here? Feelin’ a little peckish.”

I smirked and faked an annoyed eye roll, “Yes, sir. Welcome to my restaurant. What would you like?” 

Joel laughed at that, “Surprise me.”

I made my way to the snack table and loaded a small plate with cheese, crackers, meats, and cold veggies, bringing it back to the familiar man, “Careful, there’s poison somewhere in there.” I joked and his smile broadened.

“Thank you, Sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, Old Man.” I quipped back before returning inside to clean up the rest of the mess and my father laughed.

Before it was fully dark outside our backyard was full of people. I made light of the event, socializing, recapping the last four years of my time away with neighbors. I kept nursing drink after drink to help my nerves keep calm, my social meter tapped out by around ten p.m with hours left to go.

I stepped inside and retreated to the bathroom to get just a single moment where I didn’t have to talk to anybody, the harsh lighting burning my blurred eyes after spending hours in the soft lighting of the backyard.

I splashed a little water on my face and when I opened the door I gasped to see Joel standing there, “Oh, sorry, Sweetheart.” his eyes burned the same color as mine, lids heavy with drink.

“It’s fine, Joel.” I nearly pushed by him but his smirk stopped me.

“I’m not Old Man anymore?” he towered over me, and this close I had to look up to meet his eyes.

“Oh, you’re still old.” I giggled, the quiet of the house was a complete contrast to the music coming from outside. The rest of the party dancing, socializing, drinking.

He hummed in response and set his hand on my waist, looking into the bathroom, “You done in here or can I take a piss, Gorgeous?”

I flushed instantly, “Sorry, sir.” and stepped aside.

His eyebrows raised softly “So tense with me. Almost like-”

“Almost like what?” my heart began drumming inside of my chest.

“Nah, nothing.” 

I pushed by him and let him in, closing the door behind me with a “You need to fix my closet next week, Joel.” 

“Anything for you, Babygirl.” he called from behind the closed door and I felt myself melting inside.

“Promise?” I giggled, pushing the boundary thanks to the mixed drinks in my blood.

Silence for a few moments, running water, and then the opening of the door, something had changed in his eyes in the few moments from behind the barricade of the door. “Of course, Sweetheart. Anything.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat and felt my eyes close softly unconsciously. I snapped them back open, feigning off embarrassment. 

“You’ve been acting strange since you moved back home. Everything okay?” he sounded concerned.

“Fine. It’s-” I almost admitted it was him. I shut my mouth before I could say anything sober me would regret.

His full lips tipped up into a half-smirk, “It’s. It’s. It’s-” a pause, he wanted me to continue, “Spit it out, Doll. What’s bothering my girl?” his tone was the same as it always was when I was needing advice growing up, but his eyes were darkened.

“You.” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t even sure I said it or if I just thought it.

“Me?” he said after a long pause, furrowing his brows.

“It’s- Nevermind. So stupid of me.” I turned on my heel and started away from him, but he grabbed my wrist carefully to stop me.

“You’re not stupid.” his eyes held promise. Safety.

“If I say what’s on my mind you’ll change your mind, Mr. Miller.” I felt smaller than a mouse at that moment. The liquid courage pushed me on as he continued to press.

“I promise. Nothing you say could ever change my mind.” 

“I’ve been acting weird because of you.” his hand was still gripping my wrist and his hand tightened for a fraction of a second, my skin burned deliciously at his touch.

“Have I done something wrong?” he asked cautiously.

“The opposite.” my voice was still a whisper, and his was dropping now, too. Reading that this was a conversation better kept private.

He hummed again, “Do you-”

“Since I was a teenager I’ve had a crush on you. The older I get the more I can read you. The older I get the more I-... The more I cannot think about anything else but how it would feel to-” I stopped. Stupid. “Stupid.”

“No.” he shook his head, “I’ve been watching you the last few months.” he admitted, “You’re not a little girl anymore. Far from it. A gorgeous woman. You’re not stupid for thinking, but it could cause issues.” his eyes held concern.

“With Sarah.”

“And your old man.” he finished my thought.

“You-you feel it, too?”

He nodded once, a silent reply.

I stared at his lips suddenly. Then his eyes. Feeling my reserve crumbling around me, hoping his was, too. I turned my figure more toward him and he pressed his spare hand, still damp from washing into the small of my back, still gripping my wrist with his free hand. “Are you going to kiss me, Joel?” the silent, darkened hall and our hushed voices would raise alarm for anyone within earshot. Thank God we were the only ones in the house.

He didn’t answer with words, but let my wrist go and cupped my jaw in his hand, pressing me against his toned body, hands all rough from his job. Hesitantly, slowly he was leaning down to my level before his breath hit my lips and he stopped. Knitting his brows together, biting down on his bottom lip. He was fighting a war in himself, one that he was going to lose. “Please, if you’re going to kiss me… Please. I’m begging.” I shot my eyes back to his as my whimpered plea ran out of my mouth like a track star and he was pressing his lips against mine in no time at all.

Soft, tangy with beer. Electric. Everything I had ever dreamed of. I gasped as my senses were overloaded with him, and he wrapped his arm around me tighter, his grip on my jaw was iron. I placed my hands on his chest and he mistook it for pushing him away, “God, I-I’m so sorry-” he started, but kept his hands in their places.

“No. I’ve waited ten years for this moment.” I admitted, looking up at him through my lashes, “please don’t be sorry.”

He reconnected his lips to mine, taking advantage of the still quiet house before pulling me into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

I leaned my back against the counter and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, he was feverish. The way he clung to my hips in desperation, licking into my mouth at the added privacy of the bathroom. I allowed him access, moaning softly against his tongue, curling my fingers around the hair at the nape of his neck. He tasted like heaven. He pulled away again, and his eyes were almost deranged looking with a mix of emotions, “Fuck, we could get in trouble.” he whispered.

I felt wetness pooling into the bottoms of my bikini at the sight of him panting, flustered, red. The prospect of getting caught wasn’t going to deter me, though. Not right now, at least, I dropped to my knees in front of him and quickly undid his belt, “What are you doing, baby?” he cooed, running a hand through my hair.

“I’ll be fast.” I promised, looking up at him with doe eyes. I’d never seen him from this angle before, I figured if we were already in trouble I may as well make my fantasy come true.

He didn’t object, but nodded and let a shaky breath escape his parted lips as I made quick work of his button and fly, he shimmied his jeans off of his hips and let the dense fabric fall to his ankles, I gawked at his bulge for just a moment, gasping at the size and girth presented to me at eye level. I trailed kisses up his thighs, over the fabric of his briefs and along the bony ridges of his hips, “Please, Sweetheart. Hurry before we get in trouble.”

I pulled his hardened member from the top of his briefs and quickly sunk my mouth down around him, no teasing. No taking time. I took him as far as I could before the threat of gagging sprung on me, wetting him with my tongue.

“Nngh-Fuck. You’re not so innocent as you look, huh?” he grunted softly, his voice strained, bracing himself on the ledge of the counter behind me with his hands.

I hummed around him and he bucked his hips further down my throat, saliva dripping down my chin from the sudden movement. He pulled me off of his length by my hair and cupped my face in his hands, my mouth chased his throbbing cock as he removed me, “Joel, I just want to make you feel good.”

He nodded in response, closing his eyes to try to gain composure, “You are.” he whispered, pulling me up to stand by my hands, working at the button on my shorts, yanking them down and turning me around so I was facing the vanity mirror, hands roaming around underneath my sweatshirt, grasping my breasts while I stared at the two of us in the mirror. 

“Fuck…” I whispered, looking at our crazy expressions. Lust-filled eyes, swollen lips, red cheeks.

“You’re beautiful.” he whispered, dipping his hand into my bikini bottoms, feeling my wetness while watching us in the mirror, keeping, “So wet for me.” he whispered against my neck, kissing softly.

I whimpered at the contact he made with my clit suddenly, and rolled my hips against his hand for relief, he pulled his finger away and licked my slick away, he groaned softly, “You taste like Heaven.” he bit my shoulder playfully and whispered against my skin, “You want me to fuck you? Right here, while the entire block is just outside?” 

My legs trembled at the image that flashed in my mind, and I nodded quickly.

“Use your words, Sweetheart. I need to hear you.” his hands traveled the curve of my thighs and ass, squeezing the plush flesh.

“Yes, Joel. I want you to fuck me while everybody is just outside. While it’s so easy for us to get caught, I want you to fuck me so good I can’t even remember my own name after.”

“Good girl.” he untied the rest of my bathing suit and let it drop, fully exposing my lower-half to him. Both of us were only wearing our shirts now, he trailed his fingers delicately over my skin and kept his voice low. “You have to be silent, baby. Silent.” his eyes showed concern, “Be a good girl for me and nod that you understand. Show me how silent you can be.”

I nodded once in confirmation, clenching around nothing aside from the prospect of being filled up by Joel Miller.

He kept his eyes on my face from the mirror as he pumped his hand up and down his cock a few times, readying himself for me, running the tip along my slick and pushing the tip in. “You’re so goddamn tight,” he cooed and my eyes rolled back at trying to suppress a noise that threatened to erupt from the depths of my soul at him splitting me open for him, slowly easing in centimeter by centimeter. Too tight for him not to savor the feeling of me throbbing around him.

“Joel.” I whispered, hardly audible.

“Silent.” he warned, a crazed look in his eye as he stilled his movements.

I nodded, and he wasted no more time stretching me slowly along his cock, he pushed in hard and fast the rest of the way. Watching me fall apart and lean against the counter for support.

I opened my mouth and forced myself to make no sound, grinding my hips back against his as he panted softly, stilling when he filled me to the hilt, “So good, baby. Such a good girl.” he gripped my hips hard and picked up a slow rhythm, filling me and then retreating fully. Teasing that delicate spot so deep inside my own fingers can never reach.

I whimpered softly, hardly a sound at all and he snapped his hips against my ass, “So pretty like this. Staring at yourself getting fucked by your father’s best friend. So obedient and quiet for me.” he watched us in the mirror, my face red from suppressing myself. Knuckles white against the edge of the counter.

His hand snaked around my hip to my stomach, trailing down until he found my clit, rubbing deliciously slow circles around the sensitive bud.

I couldn’t help it, the feeling of being full to the brim and the added pleasure from the sensitive spot forced me to release a moan of pure bliss, “That’s so good.” I let out, and he clamped his other hand over my mouth, shaking his head quickly and pulling out of me.

“On the floor, lay down.” he pointed to the floor and I laid on my back, he fit himself between my knees and covered my mouth again, using his other arm to support his weight above me. “Silent. This is your last warning.”

I nodded, eyes wide, boring into his serious, caramel colored irises.

He snapped his hips to mine, this new angle filling me even better, and his pace was fast, desperate, hard. He never took his hand off of my mouth the entire time he whispered praises against my neck while he bit, kissed and licked my tingling skin.

I stayed silent for him, taking in his hushed praises through heavy lids and flushed skin, My breathing hitched as I felt the waves of my orgasm begin to ripple through me.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. I want to feel how good my cock is to you.” he pressed his hand down more firmly, a reminder of my task. Silence.

My eyes rolled back sharply as I arched into him, clenching desperately as his cock, breathing labored as my nails clutched into his hips, leaving small crescent shaped marks in his skin.

“Good girl. Good girl. Look how pretty you are when you fall apart for me.” he bit his lip as he continued his pace, riding out my high while chasing his own, and I held my breath against his hand.

It wasn’t long after mine that he began to crumble, his pace faltering, his breaths ragged as he ground his hips against mine slower and slower. Softer and softer. He pulled himself out of my throbbing pussy and let his warmth burst out over my thigh.

Finally removing his hand from my mouth I clutched the fabric of his shirt desperately, pressing his lips to mine. He grunted against my lips; a satisfied, unconscious noise. When he pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine, I could only imagine the expression I was making for him. Fucked out, touched out, desperate to take him again. Properly, not on the bathroom floor while a party raged on around us outside.

As if having the same thought, he cleaned me up with a washcloth from the linen closet and slipped into his jeans, buckling the belt. “Go to your room and wait a few minutes. Don’t wanna look suspicious.” he shrugged.

“Right.” I nodded, scrambling for my shorts and grabbing the bikini bottoms from the floor, only bothering to put the shorts on before pushing the door open and hurrying to the stairwell.

“Wait.” Joel’s voice was a harsh whisper, and I turned to face him, “Let’s do this properly next time.” He suggested, “Not in a bathroom.”

I nodded once before running up the steps, feeling empty now that he wasn’t buried inside of me but knew time was of the essence right now. I figured I’d make up some excuse about being clumsy and spilling a drink or food on my outfit and that’s what took me so long inside, fabricating a lie I’d hold onto forever if I had to. Ensuring that nobody would ever find out about the questionable dynamic of Joel and my now extremely complicated relationship. 

When I returned outside around ten minutes later, I was thankful nobody batted an eye. Nobody missed me, and Joel was making himself busy at the snack table, popping a pretzel in his mouth and chewing with a knowing, cocky smile on his face.

“There’s my girl.” my dad’s voice cut through the yard and I snapped my attention to him before I could fall apart looking into the eyes of his best friend.

[kieran-granola]

A Curious Reptile

Let’s start transcribing Discord campfires to Tumblr with a JayTim Fantasy AU, feat Tim finding a strange little black salamander in the Alley on one of his evenings spent photographing Batman and Robin.

It’s a cold autumn in Gotham, full of icy sleet, and Tim really shouldn’t be outside, but he at least made sure to be super extra bundled up before sneaking out of his house. In fact, he’s so warmly dressed that he doesn't notice the poor little creature that burrows its way into his heavy sweater while he’s lying in wait to spot Batman.

It’s only when he arrives home that he realizes that he picked up a scaly hitchhiker. It’s a small, black salamander (he thinks), and well. He thinks about returning it, he really does! But he's not sure of where he found it, and anyway he's pretty lonely. A pet might be... Nice?

So instead of abandoning his new buddy, he does his research to buy food and equipment, and starts taking care of it.

At first, everything seems to go well! Tim's new pet grows bigger at a steady rhythm. It seems to take a real shine to Tim and accompanies him to school, curled up against him or hidden in his hair/bag/coat/sweater pocket. Tim even finds a name for it that it seems to accept. (Thanks @strawberryjei for the name!)

The strange thing, though, is that Caesar Saladmander keeps growing WAY past the size of a normal salamander.

Tim is pretty chill with that at first. Caesar is still super friendly and affectionate, and he doesn't try to hurt Tim. He even stays hidden from anyone else without Tim needing to ask. Tim figures that his herpetology skills just aren't that great, and what he thought was a regular salamander is actually a giant salamander...

A few months later he's like, "Whoa. I really SUCK at herpetology and Caesar is maybe just a very slim komodo dragon?"

Eventually, though, he has to admit the truth: Caesar is definitely no regular reptile. Caesar is long and thin, with horns that just started coming in, a long snout, and whiskers. In fact, Caesar looks...

Well.

Caesar looks like an East Asian dragon.

At this point, Tim figures that he REALLY needs to tell someone about the pet he acquired in Crime Alley. If only because he's not sure what Caesar is going to eat if he keeps getting bigger. Do dragons eat teenage boys?? Tim is eleven, thirteen isn’t that far away!

The thing is, Tim isn’t sure who could be qualified to deal with draconic difficulties. The only person he can think of who might be remotely competent is Batman so... One evening, after disentangling himself from Caesar's snake-like body, he goes out to "take pictures" and ends up stopping Bruce to very politely ask him if he can help him re-home Caesar to a good place where he can keep growing and roam around instead of being stuck in Tim's bedroom.

At first, Bruce thinks that the Drake boy has an overactive imagination. He's about to scold him for wasting Batman's time and putting himself in danger—hell, Drake is his last name, it's not even a very creative prank—except Tim shows him All The Pictures, and okay.

Either that boy is a Photoshop genius or there really is a dragon growing in his bedroom.

(What the hell is up with Gotham, and how did this become his life?)

***************************

Poor little Jason was recently homeless and starving when Tim showed up close to his sleeping spot. He hitched a ride just to warm himself up and ended up falling asleep. When he woke up, Tim had already adopted him. He figured that it was better to lay low and stick around for food, just until he was strong enough to survive on his own.

That was the plan, except Tim turned out to be so nice and adorable. He kept taking Jason to school which meant that he could catch up on what he'd missed when Catherine was deathly sick.

Hell, thanks to the food, warmth, peace, and quiet, Jason even started catching up on his stunted growth! With all this in mind, Jason figured he could stay a little longer.

Needless to say, by the time Tim takes Batman back to meet him, Jason has grown comfortable with his new life. Comfortable enough to shift back into a boy during the day to do Stuff (TM).

Just a few days more.

Okay, weeks.

...Maybe a few months???

(Now that he's too big to follow Tim to school he's got to keep himself busy, and the Drakes have tons of things to read. Also, he no longer fits in the bathtub in his dragon shape, and he needs to soak up occasionally for his health, so... Teenage boy shape it is.)

When Tim talks about handing him over to Batman, Jason is like "What the fuck, absolutely not. No one is parting me from my Timmy!"

He goes as far as to spray water at Batman, something he’s never done before. His panicked reaction makes pretty clear to Bruce that the creature in Tim's bedroom is sentient so... He asks Tim to reason with his dragon

At first Jason stubbornly refuses to listen, but Tim sounds so worried and sad that he ends up paying attention. He realizes that Tim sought Batman out because he's concerned about him. Tim doesn't think he can give him the best care and environment he needs so... He's giving him up for the sake of his happiness.

That's when Jason decides that the jig is up. He uncoils himself from around Tim, gives him one last gentle headbutt with his snout... Then he changes into his human shape in front of him for the very first time.

Voice rusty, he explains that his name is Jason Todd. He's an orphan, and he doesn't want to be spirited away to the boonies. Tim saved him! He wants to stay with him and to protect him.

“While I understand your position, you can’t remain here as a boy without the approval of Timothy's parents,” Batman says softly, “and I doubt you will be able to stay here as a dragon either. You're almost too big for the Drakes' home already, and Timothy told me that you’re still growing.

“If Caes—I mean if Jason wants to stay close then maybe he could stay at Wayne Manor? The grounds are definitely big enough,” Tim blurts out.

Jason blinks. "Wayne? The billionaire? No thanks, they're all sociopaths, he's gonna hunt me for sport."

"Don't be silly, he would never do that. He's a hero! Right, Mr. Wayne?"

Batman freezes. "I'm sorry, are you talking to me? I'm not—"

"Robin can do quadruple somersaults, he's totally Dick Grayson,” Tim interrupts. “Which means that you're Bruce Wayne. It's pretty obvious."

There’s a silence, then Jason sighs. "Oh great, that means he's gonna hunt me for sport while wearing a fursuit."

It takes a while, but eventually Tim convinces Bruce and Jason to give each other a try.

Jason agrees because he wants to stay close to Tim and Bruce promises to put him in the same school as Tim so Tim can make sure Jason hasn't been eaten in sushi. ("Are you even a fish?" "I'm a water creature." "I don't think that's enough to qualify as an ingredient for sushi." "I don't know, I've never had any. Too expensive.")

Bruce agrees because Jason is very endearing and he really wants to keep an eye on the DRAGON that has apparently been living in Gotham without his knowledge. Oh, and on that Drake boy too. He's too smart to be left all alone. That's how villains are made.

Bruce goes through all the hoops to adopt Jason and gets Alfred to coax a bit more knowledge out of Jay so he can set up anything he needs. That's how he ends up getting contractors to build Jason his very own cave next to the lake... complete with space to grow because, oh dear, East Asian dragons are quite long, aren't they?

And Tim gets a new classmate, a gangly teen named Jason Todd-Wayne who very suspiciously takes a shine to the weird Drake kid and drapes himself all over him whenever they're not in class

Tim, who got pulled into Jason's lap and is now stuck in his arms: "People are staring."

Jason, pleased as punch because he can FINALLY snuggle with Tim as a boy: "Good. Let them. Everybody needs to know you're off-limits."

Tim, squeaking: "Off-limits for what?"

Jason, shrugging: "I don't know. But you're mine. I can feel it in the water."

Tim: “Yours? Like a pet?”

Jason: “More like... a boyfriend? That is, if you want me?”

Tim, blinking: “You’re a dragon. And training to be Robin!”

Jason: “...Sorry?”

Tim: “What do you mean ‘sorry’, I was trying to say that you’re way too cool for me.”

Jason: “Now that’s just bullshit. You saved me when I was going to die in the cold, and you found me a family. No one is cooler than you to me. You’re my hero.”

Tim: “Oh.”

Jason: “Yeah, oh. So. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Tim: “...Yes, please.”

[Jason flushes a happy pink... and the sky opens as warm rain starts pouring down]

Tim, gawking: “...”

Jason, mortified: “...” Tim: “...Did you do that?”

Jason: “...Please don’t tell B.”

[storiesfromafan]

Moral of the Story

Mattheo x Fem!Reader

A/N: so I tried something different with this one. Also posting on my phone, will fix it up when I can get on a computer.

Summary: don't hate me for this being about Mattheo and the reader.

Moral of the Story

So I never really knew you

God, I really tried to

Blindsided, addicted

Felt we could really do this

But really I was foolish

Hindsight, it's obvious

It’s funny how an attraction to someone can turn to a crush, which can lead to liking that person. And before you know it you’re in a relationship. All the while barely knowing them. Though over the course of a relationship you are meant to learn about that person you have chosen. Learning their likes and dislikes, hobbies and interests, if they are a dog or cat person. But for you it hadn’t been like that. Blinded by the Angel face of the Slytherin heartthrob Mattheo Riddle.

Like many girls before, and probably not the last, his chocolate brown eyes and curly brown mop caught your eye first. Then there was that smile that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. And not to forget that charm he just radiated when he talked, eyes focused on his prey, drawing you in whole heartedly. Every ounce of the male screamed sex appeal, every girl's fantasy. The bad boy, heartbreaker of Slytherin. He would blindside the girl he was interested in, causing them to become addicted to him. He was the drug of choice, and every girl became a drug addict on him.

You had believed you could be end game, claiming his heart just as quickly as you had offered up your own. But the fool you were. Mattheo had done it time and time again. Showing interest in a girl, becoming infatuated but really it was a game. Seeing how long it took from the first flirty look he sent their way to obtaining that first date with them to Hogsmeade. Round two in his game was to see how long it took to kiss them, which usually only took half their date. Extra points if he could get a make out session out of them before getting back to Hogwarts. Round three was for those that he found himself interested in for longer than a month. That was borderline full relationship status. Only a few had made it there, yourself included. 

You were the exception though. For he chose to go full relationship with you, shocking all that watched your dalliance closely. Y/N L/N, the first girl to make Mattheo Riddle her boyfriend. That day was the happiest moment of your life so far. But with it came the looming shadow of those that wanted your head, though not literally. You had a target on your back from the moment you accepted to be his girlfriend of four months. Everything should have been obvious; Mattheo and his ways, the target on your back. You should have seen it coming.

Talking with my lawyer

She said, "Where'd you find this guy?"

I said, "Young people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes"

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end, it's better for me

That's the moral of the story, babe

Sitting in the Great Hall for lunch surrounded by your friends, you pushed your food around your plate. You were hungry but had no appetite for what was on offer. But you ate a few bites, which had been hard to swallow. The conversation your group was having was like white noise; you could hear it but did not focus on it, wanting to tune it out. If attendance wasn’t important you would have stayed in bed, wrapped in your blankets wallowing in self pity.

“What do you think Y/N/N?” Pansy asked drawing you from your mind.

You looked at her with a confused look. “Ah, come again?”

She sighed. “I asked what your thoughts on Snape’s pop quiz. But I think your head was somewhere else, no doubt dwelling on the sorry excuse of an ex”, her tone had been sharp.

You weren’t the only one hurting from your break up, though it was more Pansy wanting to hurt Mattheo for the number he had done on you. Pansy thought the world of you, after just clicking in second year over putting a couple Gryffindor girls in their place over your house; Slytherin.

“I know you cared for him Y/N/N” Pansy said with a pointed look, “mistake made, that’s alright. In the end it's better for you, save yourself true heartache. Once a player, always a player unfortunately”.

If only she truly knew that ship had already set sail. For this was true heartache. Stupidly on your part handing over your heart freely, though you had thought Mattheo was doing the same. Wrong. 

It's funny how a memory

Turns into a bad dream

When running wild turns volatile

Remember how we painted our house

Just like my grandparents did?

So romantic, but we fought the whole time

Should have seen the signs, yeah

Looking down the Slytherin table you saw him sitting with both Draco and Blaise, all three in a heated discussion. How you longed for those moments. Sitting by his side as they conversed on a number of topics. You would even weigh in on the discussion with your own two cents. And they all seemed to enjoy your input on their banter. Those moments were a fond memory. Along with the stolen moments between the two of you. Such as a snog session in a corner of the library. Or lazing under a tree in the courtyard, Mattheo’s head resting on your lap.

But with the good there were always those that were turbulent. In the beginning there were a few moments that had been rough, and maybe a red flag, but the happy moments outweighed the bad. The last month of your relationship there was more turbulence than ever. It started out as small things; comments on your friends, conversations with friends or others from different houses, being late to meet him, etc. You had words with each other before turning into full on arguments, that many thought would lead to one of you hitting the other. It was all so toxic.

Talking with my mother

She said, "Where'd you find this guy?"

Said, "Some people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes"

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of the story, babe

Sneaking out that night you found yourself in the Astronomy Tower, cigarette between your lips as you lit it up. The first draw hit the back of your throat in familiarity, holding that burn for a few seconds before releasing it in a puff of smoke. With the lack of appetite, cigarettes became an addiction, bringing you some twisted comfort. As he was the reason you found yourself smoking. You consider it a parting gift of some sort.

Leaning against the railing of the tower, you looked up at the night sky. Grateful you never brought Mattheo up here. Or else this space would be tainted, like everywhere else you used to like to go. The stars in the sky seemed dull tonight, possibly mirroring your melancholy mood.

With the silence of the tower you heard the footsteps clearly, faintly coming up the stairs and growing louder as they came closer to you. It had to be one of your friends. No one else knew this was one of your hiding spots.

“Here you are” signed Pansy. “I have been looking everywhere for you”.

“You caught me” you sighed, releasing another puff of smoke before taking another drag of the cigarette. A soft, sympathetic look crossed Pansy’s face. Which you didn't like one bit. “Don't look at me like that. I don't want or need your sympathy”.

“You got hurt Y/N/N. He hurt you” she said, refusing to use his name. A true friend to the end.

“Yeah, and my dumbass knew what it was getting into. I saw it all before I stepped up to the Quidditch pitch. I ignored the red flags Pansy. It’s on me”.

“No!’ She said, raising her voice. “It’s on him! He took it further with you, he made you his girlfriend. If he intended to be serious he needed to work on himself”.

She had a valid point, you know that. You had changed for him, he should have done the same for you. Be the best version of himself for you. That wasn’t his plan. His plan was to be himself, you change for him and he would take from you while finding his next play thing.

“Well they say it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. That could be a load of shit” you said with your cigarette hanging from your lips while lighting it once more and taking another hit. “But that’s how it goes. Blinded by affections of the heart”.

“I understand that. But it’s still no excuse” retorted Pansy. “He could see how you felt, he chose to abuse that”.

But I just need to tell you all

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just engaged

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of this story

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

“True, but I need to tell you some mistakes get made. That's alright, that's okay. In the end it's better for me, that's the moral of the story, babe” you said looking her in the eyes. “Chalk it up as a learning experience”.

“I don't disagree with your words. But I hate seeing you like this. It worries me” Pansy said, worry shining through her eyes brightly.

You gave her a soft smile that didn’t meet your eyes. “I know Pans. Honestly I am hurting, it sucks. But in time I will get over it, maybe not completely. Yet just enough to be some version of the old me. Promise”.

With those words, and a promise, Pansy let it be. And shortly after headed back to the Slytherin common room, you said you wouldn’t be far behind her. Alone once more, you continued to smoke your cigarette, your now old friend. You thought over what you had said to Pansy, the promise made. You weren’t sure if you believed your words or not. But hoped it was somewhat true. It gave you hope. Hope needed in a dark moment in this chapter of your life. Your first heartbreak, at the hands of Mattheo Riddle.

With the final drag of your cigarette, you put out the tip before flicking it over the edge of the tower. Taking one last look at the night sky, you saw a shooting star, a small sad smile forming on your lips. Taking your leave, you headed down the quiet staircase, along the portrait covered hall ways and back down into the depth of the castle, and the Slytherin common room.

Oh-oh, oh-oh (that's the moral of the story, that's the-)

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A/n: any constructive criticism welcome 😊

[viisator]

The Prince of Elfhame

Tittle: The Prince of Elfhame

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Fantasy

Summary: Niki is the only son of Jude and Cardan Greenbriar, and he has a human maid, but his maid and he don't get along pretty well, and he has this secret crush on her that he's bitter about, he couldn't believe he's liking a human maid, it's just not on his ligue.

Warning: none

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INSPIRED BY "The Folk Of The Air" by Holly Black

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(I CAN FINALLY SHOW MY LOVE FOR THE FOLK OF THE AIR!!!)

(The devil's contract isn't finished yet, that's why I wrote this so the wait is quite worth it...and it's been a lot of months since I posted the teaser and until now I haven't finished the story:'( I really really am sorry)

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Y/n have been walking upstairs of the palace where she would be serving his highness the prince, a cup of his afternoon chocolate tea with a strawberry on top. 

Ever since she'd been to Elfhame, all she ever felt was a surprise; and it's been four years since she'd been there. The first thing she was shocked with was her Majesty the Queen, she never thought a human would be ruling a kingdom of faeries; she often wondered if the Queen was ever been afraid, and the fact that humans can always be harmed by glamours, but she still stands so tall whenever they stumble upon each other; but what surprised her the most was that the prince- son of the king and queen- was always been kind with everyone except her.

They first met at the ball, the very first ball she ever attended on Elfhame. There was dancing and laughter with singing, and people who only care for free food. There was a loud bang in the hallway on the outside when the knights on the stand announced that the prince has come. Everyone cheered - the loudest was the king - and girls heave deep sighs as they hear the name 'prince' when the door opened and a tall young man, hair as black as the night, lips lump with rose tint, pointed ears, and a kind smile that convinced everyone that he should be loved; and Y/n was caught by it. She also heaves deep-long sigh and all she could ever think is that he looks more majestic than any other creature she has encountered here in Faerie.

That night didn't end up the way Y/n had dreamt of, the prince- Nikael Greenbriar - seems to not like her face so much. The first encounter was at the table of sweets when Y/n grabbed a strawberry tart with extra cream and microwaved(seem so) strawberry on top, and Nikael -mostly known as Prince Niki- grabbed her hand tight and shoots her a glare that almost poked through her eyes. They stayed staring at each other for a while then the price yanked away the tart from the girl's hand and walked away. And that's how everything ended at the ball.

One day, Minji, one of your faerie friends, told you that the palace needs one more worker for the laundry work, and that's the start of your getting promoted as the prince's maid. But everything just didn't work well, and it seems like the prince hold grudges since the night you stole his tart.

As you open the door, Niki is laying down on the couch while he's staring up at the ceiling.

"You spend two hours making tea?" He gave you bored looks and a sigh, unfortunately, your attention is on the tea; and when you finally put the teapot down, you straighten your back and answered him.

"Fourty-three minutes your highness. It was never an hour or more." He hated the way that you smile with so much sarcasm. He hated that you stares back at him with no slight bother. And he hated you the most because you always make him feel powerless, but of course, he'll never tell you that. Not anyone.

He answered you with a short eye roll and a groan. Three minutes had passed and you're standing still at his side as he consumes his tea very slowly, waiting for his next order.

"Do you hate me?" After three minutes long of silence, you were surprised by what he asked you. You barely know what to say.

"Why would I, your highness, my prince? I've no complaints even though I have more than a hundred, I still have no complaints, and I should never hate you. And that is because I don't-"

-like you? Was that it? you don't like me?" He shift his look to you, his brows meeting each other as you gave him another sweet smile.

"Your highness, I will be very honest. I hate you with every inch of my being." Your stare was intense, it made him put his teacup down and look at you fully. He was very much surprised you could say such things that never, not even one had ever told him.

"How about you, your highness, how much do you hate me?" He did not answer, but instead, he got up and walked out and shut the door loudly.

The next thing that happened is at the dining hall, when the king, queen, the queen's sister and her child, prince Oak, and prince Niki are eating dinner. You were standing at the side with the other maids when Niki keeps on looking at you, but when you make eye contact he abruptly changes his view, either to his food or to his uncle who keeps on talking. Niki is very loud whenever he talks with his uncle, but always quiet when the King is in view. So when the King talks and brought out a topic concerning Niki, he slams his utensils down and got up from his chair and walked out. And you guess he loves to walk out whenever he's mad. And nobody stopped him.

The next scene was in the garden when the Queen asked you to follow him and let him talk of what had offended him with his father's word. You see him by himself sitting on the well-cut grass, while you were standing close to his back.

"Why did you walk out again?"

"He said something about what a prince should do. But he never saw my efforts! that I always try to be a better prince and all he can see are the things I did not do. The things I couldn't do!" You were a little surprised he said those openly in front of you without hesitation.

You sit down beside him and you listen to his thoughts until it's nearly daytime.

"It's nearly time for bed...thank you Y/n, I never had someone to talk to either than my uncle. And it's been a while since I let someone hear my concerns." The morning sunlight that hits his face was yellowish red, his side view was the most beautiful view you've ever seen. He looks so majestic. The most beautiful faerie you think there is to live.

"Why do you hate me?" It was an inch distance between you two, and you were lost in his eyes that you think it was glamour that made you advance more and put your warm lips into his plumpy rose red lips and he gladly return the kiss.

His question was never answered, and after that night when the sun finally stands tall, you both got to bed, and the next day, everything seems to be normal again with your daily dose of bickering, but it seems different from the previous fights because he doesn't smile or laugh after the arguments before. But he'll never say he likes you, and so do you.

(I hope you liked it<3)

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[popcornforone]

ONE WEEK WITH DAVE YORK

CHAPTER TWO TUESDAY

Late Breakfast

Yep it’s time for Chapter two of your week with Dave York. Thanks for all the likes & shares with chapter one. It’s always appreciated.

Chapter One Monday

Synopsis: With the girls staying at Dave’s parents you have a lie in, which turns into more than just an extra snooze, & therefore a very late breakfast to be enjoyed.

WARNINGS: all warnings for this are on the main page however… DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Morning & Oral sex, mention of period sex but doesn’t actually happen, controlling & slight Dom Dave, fantasy’s being played out, mention of facials, spying & invading privacy, lack of trust, throat fucking, swearing, tasting, food involved. Masturbation, Mention of past incidents & injuries. I think that’s everything let me know if I’ve missed anything out.

Thanks for reading peoples, all feedback is always welcome. See you next Saturday for Wednesday

You panic when you turn over on Tuesday morning & the time reads 7:30am. “Fuck” you shout & go to move out of your bed. But that’s when Daves hand grasps you thigh. “It’s Tuesday you’re fine” he moans & the grasp & words make you shudder. Dave never has sex with you in his & Carols master bedroom. He always slips into yours quietly, while his cock does the same, slipping inside you, as he muffles your moans. A firm hand over your mouth or burying your head into the pillow does wonders for silencing. But he always finishes, lets you fall asleep & then heads back to his bed & wife. But no this morning you’ve woken up to this gloriously naked beautiful man, scars on show, & already hard. “My parents sweetheart, remember” he yawns & wraps his arm around you waist, pulling you back to bed. That’s when you remember that your pasta last night turned into a bit of lady & the tramp & he fucked you from behind while doing the washing up & then took you upstairs, to ravage you into your bed. No muffling last night. You screamed his name to the empty house so it bounce through all the room.

You lie down next to him & sigh “morning Mr York, did you have a busy night?” “Yes did, & I do believe I hit the target” & as always the first kiss you receive from him is soft. But that doesn’t mean the rest of him is. His hands are already on your hips & approaching your sex ready for another round this morning. “Ooooh this is a sight I always like to see” he coos after his lips part yours & he lifts his body to linger over you, lining up for a quick entry. “Please, please make me realise I’m awake, & this isn’t just my usual morning dream” & then your face turns red from embarrassment & your startled. You never fully touch yourself in the morning to the point of orgasm, but you always tease a little, & you always think it’s Dave nudging against you, teasing. & you’ve just confessed that to the man who’s hard & ready to take control of your body. “Really?” He says, looking smug & ready to get you to beg for him “tell me what “i” would usually do as you feel yourself, tell me sweetheart, & I might live up to that fantasy” his eyes are dilated & his tip is leaking. He’s straddling you, stroking his length ready to do whatever your mouth now says.

“Well first of all I massage my breasts above my top in large ooh god” & his hands do exactly what you would do, flicking at your nipples “I mean do you want me to put a…” “god no!” He exclaims, “if I had no kids or wife, you’d clean & run this house naked & let me clean you every time you got dirty, which would be on the hour” & you moan at his touch “keep talking girl,” he grunts “Dave please” you rock your hips & take his hand from your breasts & trial it down your body as to where yours would go if he weren’t here “yessss” as your entwined hands reach your sex & you let go “one finger or two ?” & he raises an eyebrows “two but I think we’re past that point….. oh Dave” & his thumb slides across your clit & he throbs his penis through your folds slowly. “How far do you go sweetheart” he frowns his eyes closing as he adjusts to your tightness. “Far enough to make me think it’s you fingaasassasssss” he rocks slowly inside you, your walls being dragged by his every movement, his thumb still teasing your clit. You shut your eyes moaning “oh yes Dave” every few rocks. This is sensual. This is not the Dave York you usually get. You get the assassin, the man who needs a blow off, the man who needs to let out frustration, but here your are getting the Dave that you believe Carol gets when he sleeps with her.

You open your eyes for a moment & realise his aren’t shut either & that he’s looking at every single movement your body is making as he feels you against him. It’s like he’s analysing data, it’s just that data is your naked body, being controlled by his. He catches your eyes & smirks, “just admiring” he says “don’t often get the time to look at how beautiful all of you is, fuckkkkk” your hips interrupted him as they have picked up the rocking & your clamping around his cock …”thought you said you didn’t get that far” he moans “your inside me Dave, I’m always ooooh baby…” & he picks up his pace, it’s no longer as slow & seductive “… cum, youre always going to cum. Your cunt is too insatiable to not” & you bring his head down & passionately take his lips with yours. He’s completely flush against you, all his weight bearing down is heavy but feeling across those broad shoulder(being careful to avoid that knife mark from 6 weeks ago which is still sore) bares down makes you squeeze him more & makes him pulse harder.

It feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced with Dave before. No more words are said just heavy breathing & moaning & looking into each others eyes, before you both cum. Your bodies are sweaty messes & he just giggles & laughs when it’s over. “Surely that’s better than your fingers” he whipspers into your ears as he lies down next to you, still inside you “yes baby it is, but your not here usually in the morning or it’s far too early” & you snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You feel like a half an hour doze will set you up for the rest of the day. It’s at this exact moment he realised that he had slept in your bed, as he yawns, his eyes a little heavy too. Why did he do that, he’s a married man, you are his house keeper & nanny & fuck toy. & then he hears you snore, sound asleep again, caressing his chest. After a few minutes of lying in bliss, listening to you sleep in amongst the rest of the silent house, he slides his penis out of you, cleans the both of you up & throws the duvet back on top of you. He heads to your dresser & finds the hidden keyboard & screen, typing in his master override. The cctv of your bedroom that you believe you only have access too, he downloads to his personal secure server, ready to analysis later, much like he had just done your body.

You eventually stir at 10am, feeling satisfied & also knowing full well before you lay your hand on the pillow that Dave won’t be there. He will be on a conference call already or be out jogging. You leap in the shower quickly, today was more making appointments & play dates for the kids & seeing if you have time to work on your art portfolio. The Yorks had been kind enough to give you the second garage to paint & draw & create in. Often you’d thought about getting Dave to come in & observe or be the muse but you thought that might be a step too far with your art. As long as you are clean & sensibly dressed to get the girls from school later that’s fine. Skinny jeans & a nice mint green t-shirt go on as you go down stairs. Once again no sight of Dave in the lounge, study or kitchen but you see he’s left you pancake mix, & coffee ready to be brewed. You smile & start making them & realise there’s enough mix for 2 so you send him a message.

*where-ever you are breakfast will be ready in by 10:45am 😊 & you put on your rock music playlist which you know is not suitable for the kids as you jump about getting cutlery & flipping those little circles of breakfast delight. It’s as you go to the bin that he’s leaning against the door frame in his running gear all sweaty, which startled you. “Seriously Dave” you gasp “I’m not a target, you don’t need to sneak up on me” “you are always my target” he scowls at you still leaning & chugging back a bottle of cold water. Every bead of sweat you really want to lick up & tell him how sweet & salty he is.

“How far did you run?” You ask trying not to be distracted by your arousal, as you pour his coffee into his mug & place it on the breakfast bar. “The standard 5k” he says & he puts down his water bottle & grasps the coffee mug sitting on the bar stool. The breakfast mugs aren’t small, but his hands always seem to eclipse them. So large & sturdy, grasping at them with long fingers. It always makes you think about when he has you around the throat when he grasps them. He notices you staring a little longer and that you are licking your lips, so he slurps a lot more than usual, to make you feel even more than just what those hands do. “5k that’s good, anything interesting happening out there today” you’ve not stepped outside the house yet, & probably won’t until you go to pick the girls up at 3:30. You slide his 4 pancakes onto his plate & the 3 onto yours, then place them in front of your two spots. “No nothing out of the ordinary at all. Thank you” he says & as you slide onto your bar stool to start eating, he slides his hand onto your thigh. It’s not a tight grip but it’s one that could lead to more if the mood was right.

These aren’t the best pancakes you’ve made but they aren’t the worst either. You’ve got about two mouthfuls left when he finishes his & checks his phone. He glimpses up at you, at the exact moment some maple syrup trickles from the side of your mouth. Its instantaneous as he moves off his stool towards you & licks it up, before moving his lips to yours to taste the breakfast again. He licks the roof of your mouth to get every inch of flavour from you, while holding your head in place. As you break he stares back at you in shook at what he’s just done. He didn’t even think twice & his tongue was lapping at your tonsils, that could have been an embracing situation. What if the girls & carol had been here. But he quickly puts that out of his mind when he sees the loving little smirk on your face. “So a big appetite today then?” You joke taking the next two mouthfuls of your breakfast & gulping down the coffee. “Oooh girl you have no idea” he says, snatching your plate away to put in the sink & then brushing down the surface. He’s back next to you in a flash almost knocking over his bar stool before he lifts you up onto the island. “Dave let me at least finish my mouthful” you muster through your food. He then lifts himself to straddle you but then screams “ouch the fuck”. The kitchen island has got these low hanging lights. Perfect for setting the mood of a dinner party or looking at exactly what you’re cooking & cutting, but not good for mounting your nanny to thrust into their glistening cunt. Yours is already dripping for him, it’s been aroused from the moment he startled you. You laugh as he lowers himself back down & rubs his head. Unfortunately Dave is now not in a good mood & your little giggle is going to be met with consequences.

“You mouth is not aloud to giggle until I say it can sweetheart” he commands . Oooh fuck you think, you’re extremely turned on & scared right now. Dave uses this voice when you hear an operation has gone wrong & it was the voice he used when he told you to hide on the day they came to take him out when he was fucking you at your apartment. “Yes mr York” you whisper & he puts his hands on your hips while you are still lying across the island. “You said yesterday I should watch your mouth” he grunts as he slides you off the island & back to your feet, he presses against you hard, so you can feel his groin pulsing against you. “I think it’s time we checked it’s still up to scratch” & he takes his large powerful hands from your hips, spins you around, so his back is now facing the island, & pushes you to the floor on your knees. From his pocket he produces a hair tie for you. “You know the position girl” & as you tie your hair up he takes off his t-shirt, wiping any left over sweat away from him & you pull down his trousers, which he had been in commando while he ran. He stands before your complete naked, glistening, the most perfect specimen of a man, even with the scars & bruises. He takes his hand to his harden length & proceeds to to start stroking it, while your slide off your top & trousers while still kneeling before him. His cock is at your eyes line as it leaks precum. He admires as he strokes himself, your underwear & your body. It’s not the slimmest or prettiest but it always turns him on & he wishes you showed off your curves a little more so the world could see how good you looked under those plane clothes. You bow your head trying desperately to not lick your lips, do puppy dog eyes at him or touch yourself. You know he likes to make you wait before you engulf him & he loves the thrill of making it all the more sweeter, when you eventually do. He will command you to start & once he does that will be it. You rock silently, hands on thighs. He is loving the fact that he can be completely dominating, & control you with all of about 5 words. Hed never get away with standing in his kitchen completely naked with anyone else, not even his wife, but you will do anything to attend his needs. It was a small clean up operation with some red wine which lead to your first sexual encounter together & your willingness to go the extra mile.

He looks down at you & goes to the base of his shaft “okay that’s enough waiting comeance..” before he can through rest of his sentence that he usually does in this situation, your licking at his tip, the saliver trailing from him to your lips. So eager to taste every remnants of Dave York. Every drop of precum upto that moment has been a delicious waste & he gasps “oooh sweetheart & you thought ooooh crap” you reach behind him & squeeze his arse “I had an appetite, god you oooooooh” as your mouth locks around him & you make the first sucking notions pulling yourself into him. You don’t care if he’s gonna face fuck you rough, if your in control or if he’s going to give you a facial at the end of this which will spill onto your breasts, you want his cock as far down your throat as possible. You want to look messy & you want him to wish that he could have your mouth, arsehole & cunt every single time, because that’s what you always think of the second you see him every morning. “Oooh yes girl take it all” & he plants a hand in the island to steady himself as the other goes to the back of your head to encourage your bobbing motion, before he starts to thrust his hips in a minute.

He is pulsing down your throat & you are sure he is getting longer, harder & girthier than before. Filling up all the available space as you hollow out around him. Your first gag makes him stop trusting & he moves a piece of hair that’s trailed across your face & you do you sexy eyes at him glancing up thorough your flickering eyelashes. “However sweetheart, she’s not gonna walk in on us, you’ve got timmmmmeeeeeee” time is drawn-out as he moans because he’s fully inside your mouth & down the back of your throat. “No oh nooo ooohhhh” words are already failing him “no gag reflex that time” & you smirk slightly & return to commence your bobbing sucking & stroking. He feels so good as his Hips keep rolling towards your head. You leisurely slurp around him, tears starting to gather in your eyes, this feeling & taste of him, you are sure when you get up eventually from the floor, you will have left your own pool of arousal. You are now flush against him, a hand flat against the kitchen cupboards for balance, the other moving between this shaft, thigh & balls which you occasionally tease. When you move towards him as his hips reach your face, you can feel the hair on his base prick your face. He’s not clean shaven down there but he always makes sure it’s not over grown. He likes it when you tug in it some times, much like he likes you keeping a small amount around yours. However he has recently booked you up waxing appointments within your own time, with the professional knowing in advanced as to what he wants left down there when you go to see them. Still controlling you even then.

Tears stream down your face now, gagging every couple of thrusts. Eyes stinging & glaring up at him as he moans your name. His hands clinging onto the island for all its worth, hips rolling in a figure of 8, rhythmic & hypnotising. You dont care that your knees hurt or that you look a mess, he is making noises so explicit that if it wasn’t for the house being sound proofed, the whole town would know that Dave York was having sex, & fucking the tonsils out of the back of his employees throat. “God you’re so good, god you treat me right, oh fuck, so close” his eyes are shut as he cry’s this. You are clenched around nothing, dripping at turning him on so much. & then you realise you are now actually in control. He’s lost, knowing he’s about to explode at any second. But what would he like to see after his initial let go on his come down. You go for the deliciously dripped look as he’s previously called it. Your mouth slides all the way down his length, to the base & so his tip slides into your throat. Your tongue then does a loop around him & you slowly edge back licking the bottom of his shaft & you know when the spills coming. & on cue at the half way point, your lips fully engulf with the lick onto his cock, & he does one last throb & thrust & screams “fuck me” as he spills into your mouth lashings of cum. Salty, sticky but all Dave & ever so delicious, it coats your mouth, you will taste of him for days, long after she’s back home at the weekend. You continue to slurp suck & attend, knowing he will still be hard as his hips still rock desperate to taste all of him. Your lips part slightly at one point to let some of him spill onto your breasts, a treat for after his come down. You can see his eyes are still shut as his thrust become shallower & you feel less liquid sliding down your throat. Why does his cum always taste so good.

His eyes open once you have let go of his slightly softening penis with a loud pop & you say “ delicious as ever mr York” before returning to you rocking on your knees, the floor is now soaked from you. He looks down at you in that position, your face a mess, hair all over the place, despite being tied up & drops of his cum across all sorts of parts of you. “Oooh sweetheart, you know how to look after me” & he slides down to his knees from the island, finally letting go of it, leaning in for a kiss. & then he sees the splattering of his seed across your breasts. “naughty girl” he moans eyes intoxicated. His rough hands unclasp your bra & once your chest is exposed he attends to licking every drop of his cum off you. “Dave, oooh fuck Dave” you echo, as your hands trials across his chest as his lips explore you once again. He slides a finger into your knickers “well I will have to deal with this later”He sighs “your so wet but I’m afraid i may have gone to far there, give me an hour or so & we can complete this.” He says as his lips engulf yours once more & his hand move to your neck, before it slide down your shoulders & the two of you sit on the kitchen floor in a post oral sex haze.

Eventually you let him go & stand up, which he seems confused at. As you stand up however your knickers don’t & your slide off the soaked material to expose the rest of yourself to him. His eyes widen with anticipation. “Oooh girl, laters going to be so much fun. I’m going to make your scream my name so many times” & he goes to plant a kiss on your mound, but instead you wave your sodden knickers in his face. He catches them & you can see his cock twitch a little. “ to remind you of that promise” & his lips part. You’ve never actively given him your undies before he’s always just taken them, but this pair here he is never going to give back to you. “I’m going to go take a Bath, then I’ll come & clean this up before picking up the girls” you say & you wiggle your hips & arse as you walk away. “Bath?” He asks exquisitely, he knows you don’t have one in your bathroom. “Yes I’m going to use the family bathroom bath & no your not joining me” he had previously joined you for a bath & made most of the water spill out of it 3 weeks ago when you were on your period, which you were both concerned about which had been late, finally arrived & he wanted to help you through as much of the pain as possible. You leave him kneeling naked on the kitchen floor holding your knickers moaning “oh fuck me, she’s a tease”

It 3:20 as you put your coat on to get the girls. Since leaving Dave in the kitchen, you’ve said all of about 10 words to each other. Mostly coffee, can you print this, foods on the table. He’s been busy sorting out whatever is going down on Friday & checking security features on the house & you’ve cleaned your bathroom, changed all the sheets & done prep for dinner tonight. You knock on his office door & poke your head round as he looks at something intently on him laptop before closing it & returning to gaze & look at you up & down. “Should be back here with the girls by 4:30 unless you need me to get you anything Mr York” you ask. Despite making each other scream from pleasure, you’re always professional to each other until lust gets involved. “Nope can’t think of anything but thank you” he nods & you go to leave, but in a flash he’s out of his chair & his hand is around yours before his lips crash against yours. You allow his tongue to explore for as long as possible before your both go to break at the same time. He smiles a happy smile & his eyes dance, something that rarely happen “you okay” you ask “yea I am actually,” he pauses “youre the only person who ever asks me that you know” & he rubs his chin. Why is he having feelings for you right now, it’s just sex, it’s just sex he says inside his head. “I’m a caring soul that’s why” you reply & kiss the back of his hand “& I know that if your not okay I should be worried in all sorts of respect” “ahhh that is true” he smirks & waves you off on your way out of his office.

He watches to make sure the car pulls away & off down the road before he returns to his laptop. Dave had been discussing Fridays job with people earlier, but now he is down loading all your bedroom & bathroom cctv footage from the last two weeks, up to your breakfast replacement sex this morning onto his server. Your knickers from yesterday & today he takes out & frees his length, ready to watch you touch yourself multiple times, so he can see what new little kinks turn the two of you on. He spills into the material 5mins before the car pulls into the drive. Cleaned up & looking like a normal work from home dad he greets the girls who excitedly tell him about their last couple of days, while you go & start getting things ready to do home work & then cook dinner. Yea to the rest of the world Dave seeing his daughters is normal father like behaviour, but you know the second you’ve both put the girls to bed tonight, he’s finding you to make sure you cum while his tongue is at least 3 inches inside your cunt.

Chapter Three

[mk-wizard]

Scrooge: A Christmas Carol: How to do “child friendly” RIGHT

Hello, fans. I know we’re two months long overdue, but because of what has been going on in my life, I finally got around to watching Netlfix’s take on a beloved Christmas classic with a good feeling after seeing Netflix’s Pinocchio which was a masterpiece and keeping in mind that not too long ago, Netflix made another Christmas movie that the world fell in love with being Klaus. And you know what? I was absolutely NOT disappointed. In fact, I was very pleased and impressed. I will be the first to admit Scrooge: A Christmas Carol (which I will simply call Scrooge throughout this review) is not the most sophisticated adaptation of the book, but out of all the animated versions, this is the best and so far, the only adaptation that is child friendly the right way since Disney’s Mickey’s Christmas Carol. Just to give you an idea of how well done it was: I am an adult and I loved it. I’ll even go that extra mile by saying this film is criminally misjudged, underrated and was treated rather biasedly.

Be warned that there are spoilers ahead.

Number one, the animation style is CGI yet cartoony. Visually, out of all the animated adaptations of A Christmas Carol, Scrooge is the most beautiful visually and has the best animation. You can tell that a lot of love was put into art because each character is emotive, unique, alive and entertaining while the animation is as smooth as silk with perfect textures. Unlike most CGI that tries to be realistic and in doing so, winds up looking creepy, unnatural and ugly, Scrooge embraces that it is all fantasy lovingly, so the characters are designed to be whimsical which is absolutely perfect for the fantastical elements like the magical sequences, the three spirits and the ghost of Jacob Marley. Because of this, they stay with you.

Number two, the music is catchy and lively. I know that a lot of people deem the music as not being good, but I have to say it, folks, I couldn’t not disagree more. I think the music is absolutely wonderful and the performances feel like something out of Broadway. Just the opening number “I love Christmas” immediately draws you in and already gives you an idea of what kind film you’re going to be watching: it’s a film people made for fun and you’re having fun with them. Plus, the songs themselves are memorable and you will find yourself listening to them again and again. I mean, I can’t get over how sad yet beautiful “Later Never Comes” is and I even find myself rewatching this movie just to listen to the music. Now I know a lot of people out there do not have the same opinion as I do, but here is a case where I have to come to the film’s defense simply because you cannot fault it for being a musical since that’s what it is. Nobody complained when the Muppet Christmas Carol had people singing at random times. Heck, even things, animals and food would sing. I think it’s pretty unfair to say characters singing is out of place because no one does it real life when that is the point of the musical genre.

Number three, the characters are nuanced. While I cannot say these characters are an extreme departure from their original versions, I can definitely say that they are more multi-dimensional than most versions I have seen. Right off of the bat, we get a hint that Ebenezer is not just some old grumpy miser nor is he completely without heart considering he has a pet dog he takes good care of and a watch that is hinted to have emotional meaning. He does have a heart, but he hides it kind of like the Beast did in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. Even his introduction song “Tell Me” is actually (and ironically) telling the audience that he is not happy and has his reasons for being so bitter. In most versions, he is just a big callous bully and his heart often feels like it was pulled out of nowhere. Instead, we catch glimpses of the old grump having one and we’re learning why he just puts up defenses in the form of cruelty. And it’s not just Ebenezer. His nephew Fred is nuanced too. For once, he is refreshingly shown to be much more aware of his actions rather than just being a cheery buffoon for the sake of contrasting his uncle. Fred is cheerful, kind and hopeful because he actively wants to be the best version of himself to honour his late mother, his uncle’s dear sister, and his uncle is all he has left on her side of the family, so he constantly reaches out to him. I also appreciate that unlike most versions, he doesn’t mock his uncle Ebenezer. He toasts him and even stood up for him which shows that he is also much more mature than he lets on.

Number four, the pacing is just right. A common problem I find in most adaptations of A Christmas Carol is that it tends to be too short or drag on for too long. I recall one version that was so long that is was actually a mini-series not a movie though in its defense, it was the exception. Anyway, Scrooge doesn’t feel like a drag or like it came and went at all. It has good pacing that will keep the attention of children and keep the adults entertained. It uses every single second that is necessary to tell a good story and get the main message across. Plus, it tells us several other ones that are food for thought like making use of your time and not taking your negative experiences for granted.

Number five, it respects the intelligence of the audience. You can tell that this film is meant to be enjoyed by children, but it doesn’t hold their hands nor does it shy away from being able to be serious. It doesn’t just play with the children. It educates them by having themes of death, sickness, regret, egoism and how severely our actions can impact those around us. I can tell you this now as a parent that I really happy to see kid’s medias like this make a comeback. The film is a lesson in how greed and callousness can literally kill. I mean, Ebenezer openly accepts that he has been a jerk who is not worthy of mercy, but asks to be spared because in doing so, Tim Cratchit who does deserve mercy gets spared too. THAT is what I find missing in a lot adaptations of Charles Dickens’ famous tale. Yes, Christmas should be appreciated, but the real point of the story is to see how destructive greed and ego can be. In other words, you could teach the same lesson using any holiday or special day which focuses on generosity and kindness. And when I say that out loud, it would be kind of fun if someone adapted A Christmas Carol with a twist where the holiday was not Christmas for a change yet still captured the same deep message, but I digress. The point is that Ebenezer does indeed stay true to honouring Christmas in his heart, but more importantly, he finally gets that he has been egotistical and cruel.

I give this movie an 9/10. It’s not perfect, but it sure is close to it as far as kid-friendly versions go. If you haven’t seen it, I suggest watching it. And if you have yet don’t think much of it, watch it again and this time, please take a really good look at it because I think you may have misjudged it. I know I have made that mistake too and it took taking a second look to see how wrong I was about something.

Have a great night, everyone. And stay safe.

[shininglamp]

Tour of Dean’s Heaven.

Dean pointed out, “over that hill is where my parents live, down there is Bobby and his wife.”

There was not much to see really, a lot of open road, a roadhouse burger joint showed up when Castiel mentioned he was hungry.

The food tasted better than anything they’d had, of course.

As casually as they took their time, they were both eager to be alone together.

“This is my place.” A showroom type garage for Baby, a dock in the back for fishing on the lake, a state of the art kitchen for Dean’s love of cooking.

It was the extra peg by the door that caught Castiel’s eyes. “For your coat. I always wanted you to have a place to hang your coat. You know, when you stay…”

“I always wanted to stay.”

Hanging his coat, Castiel approached Dean. He softly kisses Dean as he unbuttons the flannel. Dean pulls his undershirt off and throws it on the floor.

Cas stops. He saw new tattoos. His handprint, a feather wrapping down his muscled arm. “Dean…”

Dean guides Cas’s hand over the handprint tattoo. “I wanted you as part of me.” He took the silver ring from his right hand. “And this is a part of me that you keep.”

Cas slipped the ring onto his left hand where Jimmy used to wear his wedding band.

“Uh, do you know what that means?”

“I know exactly what it means.”

Dean feels weak in the knees at Cas’s directness. He wasn’t intending on an engagement, he barely had any thoughts other than to get Cas back, but Dean couldn’t deny he wanted this man all for himself for the rest of time.

“Don’t you dare lose it.”

“It’ll live here forever.” Cas tenderly touches the ring. Looking up, he touches Dean’s heart. “And I live here, forever.”

“You’d better.” Dean gruffly pulls Cas closer.

The rest of the night was spent with Cas and Dean indulging in their desires. After so long, the unspoken wants wouldn’t be held back anymore.

The shape of the room changed to meet Cas’s needs for wingspan. To Dean’s delight he could see a translucent version of Cas’s wings as they made love. The more Cas lost himself in Dean’s touch, the less control he had of keeping the wings hidden, it seemed.

In a momentary break, they lay together, staring at the ceiling that was now much higher. “Looks like our place is adapting to you.”

Castiel apologized, saying “I didn’t mean to change your home…”

“Cas, this place means nothing without you. I don’t know what heaven is for you, but…”

“You. Here. Where you are, that’s my heaven.”

“Then don’t apologize, because that’s my heaven too. I’d rather lie with you in the empty than be here without you.” Dean kisses his angel, Heaven finally feeling like home. Cas trembles at his touch.

“I’m looking forward to seeing how our home turns out once it adapts to your preferences.”

The far wall suddenly has new items hanging from it. Dean blinks at the sex toys, then teases Cas with a grin “Really?” Cas is going red. “Castiel, you naughty angel, did you have fantasies about me?”

Cas fidgets but relents. “Of course I did. I’ve loved you for years.”

Dean traces a finger down Cas’s chest. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Cas pins Dean, holding the man’s wrists above his head. “Like this?” The roughness turning them both on.

“That’s exactly it, sweetheart.”

[lady-ashfade]

hello ! i'd like a ship please

choices : stranger things and bridgerton. male and female. any appropriate age group.

general : i'm an asian 18-year-old bisexual female. i have pale ivory skin, dark brown eyes, and thick medium-length wavy dark brown, almost black, hair. when i feel like dressing up i'd go for a minimalistic korean-style look, otherwise i'd just throw on an oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans paired with sneakers.

personality : i'm quiet and awkward around strangers. since i don't know them, i wouldn't know how judgemental they are, so i would stay in my shell in fear of them judging me for who i am. once someone has earned my trust and i feel more comfortable around them, i can be energetic and playful, sometimes to the point of being borderline childish. i love my friends and family above all else, i'd do anything for them even at the expense of my time, energy, and plans. i'm caring and compassionate ( i.e. i can't bear to see people struggle or in need ), goal-driven ( i.e. i'd put in extra effort to study if i'm really aiming for good grades, otherwise i'd put in minimal effort ), and a huge hopeless romantic ( i.e. special confessions ? surprise dates ? grand romantic gestures ? i want them all ). people say i'm smart but i think i'm just above average at most. i'm pretty open about my feelings with people i trust enough. i wouldn't mind sharing my problems with them and crying in front of them, or telling them how much they mean to me and how much i love them ( aka i'm quite a sentimental person ). i tend to keep things that remind me of certain moments or events ( e.g. pictures, receipts, wrappers, etc. ) because i cherish memories very much.

hobbies and interests : reading or watching romance, fantasy, and thrillers, writing stories and poems, listening to music, drawing, early morning or evening strolls, stargazing, cloud watching, watching the sunrise or sunset, astronomy, animals, psychology, brain teasers ( e.g. puzzles, riddles, escape rooms ), flowers, milk coffee

favorites :

- song — ( currently ) splinter by myrne with salem ilese

- color — purple

- food — honey butter fried chicken

- season — autumn

ideal dates : picnic, art gallery or museum date, zoo trip, movie marathon at home, bookstore browsing, library date

extras : libra, neutral good, gryffindor

Hello hun! Thank you so much for participating in my shipping event. Now who do I ship you with?

Stranger things:

Dustin Henderson. You both can joke around but also study together. From the first day he saw you he immediately feel for you and he didn’t mind you being quiet at first because he knew every time you cracked a smile at his jokes, you were both the same.

You guys go always stay out late watching the stars or watch the clouds during the day. Even though he says he hates it, he’s always cuddling up to you and watching some romantic movie you “made” him watch. You and him both know that he loves them even if they are cheesy.

Bridgerton:

Daphne Bridgerton. She takes interest in you right way because you never seem to speak much, so she grows close too you and breaks your walls down. She’s sweet and caring so you know she’s doing it for the right reasons.

You both take walks every morning and every night, the sunrise and falling. You love it when she plays music so you just sit down next to her and start to read.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 40 - Growing bond. Episode 3.

George: As we were all done eating, I sat quietly, smoking a pipe, observing the 3 clover snuggling up in front of the fire Congo had lit in the fire place. Evan from time to time still softly sobbing, and Andy did his best staying by his side, soothingly caressing his hair and holding his hand. Congo was wrapped up in giving the boy a soothing food massage, trying to calm him as much as possible.

Akin: Alright, if everyone is done, I would like to say a few more words. As it is getting late, I will try my best explaining things as short as possible, as I need to get back to my people. We still have a long night ahead of us, looking into our discoveries. He sipped a glass of water and stood up Can everyone hear me? As all of us nodded, he continued Now, you may wonder why Andy? Why does these things seem to keep happening around him? Unexplainable things. And how could he have been bonded with 3 people? One of them only being a half bond? We seem to have found something extraordinary about Andy, and although we can all agree Andy is indeed something extra ordinary, there's more to it than just his personality. Andy, I am sure you remember how A once tried to explain to you about Marius, right? What he classified him as?

Andy: He nodded softly and smiled in a way so he got stars in his eyes, as he almost always would when speaking of Marius. Yes…. A told me that Marius is the opposite of him, a demon. That Marius was more what we humans call an angel.

Akin: Yes, that is correct. And he also told you what that means for Marius.

Andy: He frowned lightly Yes… it means that Marius was designed pure, and as something that awakens all men's desire, man always craving to ruin pureness of this world. Marius was made to please men, and all of mans fantasies.

Akin: Nodded firmly that is correct. And you also remember George at a point told A, he was starting to think, you and Marius might have been more like each other than anyone actually realized. Right?

Andy: He nodded lightly with a hint of hesitation on his face Yeees?

Akin: Good. He turned towards us around the table again. Daniel… how do you feel about Andy, in general, I mean, when you look at him?

Daniel: He looked at Andy a bit pensive That I can't keep my fingers off him… that I gotta have a piece of him.

Akin: Chuckled warmly Right. Robert… have you noticed how handsome Andy is?

Robert: Yes… that is quite obvious.

Akin: Yes. Have you also noticed his long curvy arms? His slim waist, his gently hips, his round firm butt, and his almond shaped eyes?

Robert: Cleared his voice and actually seemed to blush a bit I guess…?

Akin: Right. Lenny… have you ever caught the sound of Andy having sex with someone? The sound of his moans?

Lenny: Chuckled warmly It's very hard not to catch that a few times, when you have lived around Andy.

Akin: And how did it make you feel? Were you embarrassed? Did you leave fast so you could no longer hear, or did you linger around to listen to his moans?

Lenny: He frowned softly Actually, my wife normally drags me away, I normally hang around as it amuses me a bit.

Akin: Is there any other feelings than amusement?

Lenny: I don't know what you mean? I mean, I like the sound of his voice?

Akin: Smiled satisfied It is nothing none of you have ever noticed before, and I hope any further interaction with Andy won't be awkward. But there is a perfectly good reason for all my questions and your answers. You see, Andy is what I would call the human version of Marius.

Congo: Looked up from Evan's feet, and something seemed to fall in place for him as he nodded and reached a hand towards Andy's cheek, stroking it softly

Akin: This does not have any affect on anyone or anything. This does not mean Andy is supernatural in any way. It just so happens to be he's the same as Marius, only the human version.

Lenny: Cleared his throat So you say my son, was designed to please men?

Akin: That is correct, but it is much deeper than that. There is a 'magic' a mystery around Andy, a deeper universal soulness about him. He is indeed something rare and magical, in the sense of not being magical as you humans understand the word. It's hard to explain really without leaving a hint of Andy being more than human. It more direct translated means, Andy is a pure vessel of love and goodness, with a potential to tab into great powers. People instantly feel chemistry with him, or strong sexual desires. Also people are able to form much stronger spiritual bonds with Andy that any other people. Able to feel him, even when he's not around. Able to feel his soul so to speak. This is why Evan crashed tonight. He was no longer able to feel Andy's soul as the mate bond still is a bit shaky due to Andy's not being fully formed yet. Evan's bond is so to speak crying out for Andy's, longing to make the final connection.

Lenny: Cleared his throat again So… do we need to so something special around Andy?

Akin: Not more than usual Lenny. He's still the same special son you have always had. Nothing has changed, I just told you this to make you understand why these things happens around Andy, and why so many people seem to notice that there's something about Andy. And also to understand why so many men seem to… let's keep it at notice him, shall we?

Andy: Chuckled hoarse

Akin: Shook his head lightly and chuckled too Yes, I'm in no way surprised you find this amusing. Now if we can all try keeping focus a few more minutes, as I have a last thing to add.

Robert: How about the mate bond between Andy and Congo? Will this new bond with Evan affect it? And why didn't Evan react to it earlier?

Akin: This was exactly my last things to add Robert, thank you. And to answer, I think the most qualified guess would be to say, that Evan wasn't fully bonded with a mate, so as there were no bond on Andy's side, Evan could not detect a mate. Evan was short a mate.

Evan: So I'm a freak. I'm short a mate, and short on live sperm counts.

Andy: Sighed softly You're not a freak. Don't say stuff like that.

Akin: He smiled warmly towards the three clover No, you are indeed not a freak. Sometimes nature makes mistakes. He paused a few seconds And about the mate bond… we don't know yet, but I already have a team working on it. But I ask you all to be patient. Most things there is to find on mate bonds, are not something you look up online. So we can't Google ourselves to an answer here. It will take patience and a lot of reading in old dusty books. It may take days or weeks for us to come to a qualified conclusion. But, technically, nothing should happen. As Congo and Andy already have their bond sealed by marriage, nothing should be able to break them.

Evan: But I can never marry Andy he looked like he was going to cry again, but instead his face turned somewhat numb and he seemed to lose all hope in the world in the blink of an eye, turning pale.

Akin: Evan, please try to relax. It is a fact known to us already, that Andy and A got married after Congo and Andy's marriage. And absolutely nothing happened. Right? So technically nothing should happen if you and Andy were to get married. We can even perform the ceremony. Whenever you would feel like. However, we ask of you to be patient. It may be a bit different with you two, as the matebond is partially formed by Andy. So we have to make 100% sure before we do anything. But we will work our very best on getting a final conclusion on this, as fast as possible. If you both allow us, we would like to take a few more blood samples from you, as we will have to run a lot of different tests over the next short while. But we assure you, no matter what, Andy and you will be together. We assure you, you will not lose each other. In any way.

Gaby: She kneeled down next to Andy and Evan, smiling warmly at Andy I'm sorry sweety… I have to she shook the syringe in front of Andy, and he quickly rolled up his sleeve

Andy: No problem Gaby, I will gladly do this. I am just so overly happy, I can hardly contain it at this point! I can't believe my fairy tale just got so much more magical.

Akin: Right, I'm glad you're so happy right now. But should the happiness at any point turn to worry about your bond with Congo… for any of you he nodded gently at Congo Please try to keep calm, and patient. I assure you we will work night and day till we have an answer.

Andy: He nodded and smiled warmly I trust you.

Gaby: She gently rolled up Evan's sleeve May I?

Evan: His eyes were hollow and he looked exhausted as he nodded a single time

Gaby: She caressed him softly, then inserted the syringe I know you're scared honey, but no one is gonna take Andy away from you, especially now. And no one is gonna take Congo away either, don't you worry a single bit. Try to find relaxation, you need it on top of today. May I suggest…

Congo: Planted a light hand on her arm That's enough Gaby. If he will need anything like that, he will speak the words himself*

George: I chuckled warmly as I observed my wife being told off. She chuckled softly as well and removed the syringe gently from Evan's arm, handing both over to Akin as she reached us at the table

Akin: Thank you my dear. Now, if anyone has any questions?

No one seemed to have anything to add or ask about, but we all suddenly looked very tired

Akin: Alright suits me fine, as I would rather get back to the clan for news as fast as possible. I will keep you posted if anything new comes up. He nodded specifically at Congo and I And you know how to contact me, or Gaby if anything should come up. That goes for the rest of you as well. He shook hands with me quickly, and I lead both him and Gaby to the door, agreeing with Gaby that we could meet up at home tomorrow.

George: I then packed up Lenny, Robert and Daniel, agreeing with them it was better if they would head for Daniel's place, leaving me to watch over the boys for the night. Congo of course insisted on helping making the next door bedroom ready for me, but I quickly convinced him to head to bed with the boys as Evan looked like he had had more than enough and was on the verge of yet another breakdown. I gave Andy a big hug and congratulated him, before I gently stroke Evan's cheek and congratulated him as well, alongside wishing them all three goodnight. Then I watched Congo, gently lifting Evan in his arms, Evan hiding his face against Congo's chest, and the three of them slowly making their way downstairs. Life is without a doubt a mysterious thing. And some days are truly magical.