#daily use pants for ladies

[its-poojagupta-shree]

When it comes to ethnic fashion, much emphasis is often placed on the beauty of the top or the kurti. But a well-rounded ethnic ensemble isn't complete without the right bottom wear. The right choice of bottoms can enhance the overall look, add flair, and ensure comfort. In this guide, we explore the diverse world of bottom wear in ethnic attires, from traditional classics to contemporary trends.

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

💥Late one night, while heading home, you realized someone was tailing you. Your pace quickened, and eventually, you broke into a run, with your pursuer doing the same.

💥Running in fear, you accidentally crashed into a solid chest. Gazing upward, you recognized the face of the pro hero Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight.

💥He noticed your scared expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

💥You shared what happened, and he handled it.

💥"Come on, doll, I'll walk you home," he said after handling the person following you.

💥You and boxer!Bakugo have been dating for a while ever since. Despite being quite different, things just clicked between you two.

💥He used his limited free time to train and get stronger, while you worked as a sidekick in a pro hero's agency.

💥He was well-known in town, and folks often wondered how a timid girl like you ended up with someone as tough and dangerous as Bakugo.

💥He was the best part of your life - your tough, strong, beefy boyfriend, and your cuddle buddy at the same time.

💥You weren't exactly a fan of his boxing hobby, but you still supported him.

💥After each fight, he'd return home victorious, winning every time. But, along with the victories, he'd also bring back cuts, bruises, and a heap of pent-up frustration.

💥Seeing him so broken broke your heart; the pain weighed heavier on you than on him. You'd carefully treat his wounds, bruises, and cuts, gently asking about his fights and questioning if he's certain about pursuing his side career while also juggling daily hero duties.

💥"I'm good, doll. No need to fret," he'd reassure you as you cared for his injuries. "I enjoy boxing. It's quite calming." Honestly, for a strong guy like him, the cuts and bruises weren't that painful. Still, he allowed you to care for his injuries because it warmed him to know his girl cared so much.

💥Boxer!Bakugo enjoys hitting the boxing gym regularly for training; it keeps him toned and in impeccable shape, ready to effortlessly pursue villains.

💥One day, you decide to visit the boxing gym Bakugo frequents five times a week. After finishing your shift, you enter the gym. A friendly lady at the reception offers help, but you decline, explaining that you're just here to see your boyfriend.

💥You see him right away; there's no mistaking him. He's wearing a snug, black tank top highlighting his muscular torso and six-pack, paired with dark grey sweatpants. Black boxing gloves adorn his hands, and a black bandana secures his hair, keeping it away from his intense crimson eyes.

💥You perk up hearing Katsuki's grunts as he throws punches and kicks at the heavy bag. Watching your boyfriend train gets you all excited. A quiet sigh escapes you as you notice sweat trickling down his forehead and nose, dripping to his neckline, and running under his black tank top. You bite your lower lip - he looks oh so fuckable.

💥Spotting you, he grabs a towel, mops his sweaty face, and strides to the edge of the boxing ring. "Hey, doll, what brings you here?"

💥You confess that you wanted to watch him train to get a better grasp of his world. Surprisingly, you admit you never realized how deeply he was immersed in the whole boxing thing.

💥He chuckles, "Yep, been telling you, doll. Okay, I guess that's all for today. Come, I need to change."

💥You follow Bakugo into a locker room after he assures you it's fine and no one will mind. The desires become too intense, and he pushes you against the door, shutting it firmly.

💥Protest? Not a chance. You just let out a little yelp as he catches you off guard.

💥His lips meet yours forcefully, his hands gripping your waist. You reach to remove his bandana and run your fingers through his hair.

💥Simply sharing these heated kisses with you ignites a fervor in boxer!Bakugo; he feels hornier than a teenager.

💥As he removes your snug uniform pants from your legs and casually kicks them away, his calloused finger slips in you, slowly stretching you out. You unfasten the top part of your uniform, slip it off your shoulders, then pull your arms back to peel your tight sports bra off, freeing your breasts; they bounce after being released.

💥Bakugo places wet kisses all around your exposed chest, his tongue poking out and flicking over your hardened buds as he slips another digit in you, stretching you out.

💥At that moment, you're already a moaning mess, and all of your shyness flew out of the window.

💥Bakugo emits a low growl as he senses the dampness seeping into his training sweatpants as he slips a third finger into your tight, wet hole, fucking you relentless, using his thumb to massage your clitoris. Boxer!Bakugo feels himself getting painfully hard as his cock twitches within his pants.

💥He withdraws his fingers, and there's an extra string of your wetness covering his thick digits. "Mmmm, look at ya, doll," he cooes, "already soaked, just for me."

💥Bakugo pulls down his sweatpants and boxers at one go, allowing them to pool around his ankles.

💥You yank his tight tank top off, revealing a muscular torso covered in sweat.

💥Bakugo uses the slick leftover on his hand from fingering you to lube up his rock-hard cock.

💥Gazing downward at the red tip leaking pre cum, a moan escapes your lips as you endeavor to press against his pelvis with a subtle grind as if to slide his cock in yourself already.

💥Boxer!Bakugo leans in, finally gliding the engorged tip of his dick along your dripping hole, which is clenching around nothing now.

💥He finally enters you, stretching you deliciously, and you clench around him blissfully, making him groan.

💥He promptly thrusts into you with a vigorous rhythm, yearning for the melody of your sweet moans, the snug embrace of your thighs, and the gentle contractions of your velvety walls enclosing his hard cock. Lifting you effortlessly, you instinctively coil your legs around his hips, securing your ankles behind him as your thighs press against his sides.

💥While he's fucking you, he begins uttering the most lewd words into your ear. "Yea, you like that, don't ya, doll?”; "Yea, baby, squeeze me tighter, give it to me, give it all to me!”; “Fuck, it feels so fucking good, doll.”

💥As you start moaning like a whore, Bakugo skillfully places his fingers into your mouth, a move aimed at tempering the volume of your pleasure-filled noises as you continue to moan around them.

💥You're uttering incoherent words and moans around his fingers — part desperate pleas, part unintelligible expressions —as he relentlessly fucks your tiny cunt.

💥As your cunny clench tighter around his throbbing cock, he withdraws his fingers from your mouth and descends them to firmly stimulate your clit.

💥“Yes! Please, Katsy! Right there, right there!" you moan like a cheap whore, trying to roll your hips for more friction.

💥You're trembling and convulsing as he feels you cream all over his throbbing cock. Bakugo emits a loud moan at the sensation and can't resist following suit, filling your swollen, abused pussy to the brim with his warm, thick cum. Yet, he doesn't cease there; oh, not at all.

💥With his cock still inside you, and with the mix of your cums dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, Bakugo initiates a more rapid and vigorous rubbing against your swollen clit than in the previous instance.

💥"Come on, darling, one more for me. I know you've got it in you. Just one more. I've been fucking missing for you all day, doll."

💥Your mouth hangs agape as pleasure consumes you, drool trickling from the corner of your parted lips. "K-Kats!"

💥Katsuki spits on his hand and moves it down where you both are still conjoined, intensifying your arousal; the slick is dripping from you onto the floor as he continues to rub your wet, glistening folds.

💥You release a slight cry as you gush and squirt on his cock, spraying and covering his abdomen with the wetness; some of your juices is trickling onto the floor.

💥"Yes, doll, I knew you had it in you. Show me more, unleash everything you've got," he chuckled with a dark undertone.

💥He swiftly becomes hard once more, and thrusts in you at an unrelenting pace; occasional droplets of slick juices are squirting out of you and landing on his toned abs.

💥Boxer!Bakugo is chasing his second orgasm, basically using you as his own fucktoy; his hold is firm around your waist, and he effortlessly brings you up and down on his throbbing dick, his hips pistoning into yours.

💥At this stage, your juices are beyond control - every thrust Bakugo gives is met by a gush of your wetness, creating a pool on the floor. "Kats! Kats! O-Oh! OH! Fuuuck!"

💥Bakugo halts abruptly, executing a series of preliminary thrusts before you feel his warm cum shoot into your abused pussy once more.

💥You cry out, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Bakugo gently lowers your feet to the ground.

💥After he pulls his flaccid dick out of you, the blend of your cums trickles down your trembling thighs.

💥"You did so well f'me, doll," he whispered before kissing you again. "Well, looks like we both could use a shower. Fuck, you've worn me out more than a hardcore training session, doll."

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (11)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

A/N NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability). We're heading into the chapters where I tell you guys about their creatures. I want to hear your thoughts for each one! Shoutout to @laymegentlytorest and @kingarthurscat for your reblogs and comments. I love you guys lol. Keep them coming!

That day you had walked into work, you had thought it was going to be like any other. You had grown accustomed to the normal notes you would take on a daily. There had been nothing new to write about so you had no idea on how to deal with one of your patients withering in pain on the floor. 

You hadn’t been able to find the boy in his room until you walked further in and heard his distressed breathing on the other side of the bed. You rushed over to find him curled up in a fetal position, breathing harshly.

“Kook?” You gasped, falling to the floor as you hesitated touching him. “What hurts?” You asked, trying to look him over and find the problem.

“Get away.” He gritted out, hands slapping onto the floor as he tried pulling himself up. 

“No, you have to tell me.” You moved your hands to help him, tightening up your body as his hands gripped tightly onto your scrubs. “I have to take care of you.” You told him, helping him onto the bed. 

“(Y/N). Please.” The boy whispered, panting. “It's not a good day.” He curled back up on his bed, groaning as his body seemed to twitch in pain. 

From what you could see, he wasn’t physically hurt. Not to the naked eye at least. Whatever it was that was causing him pain was on the inside of his body. You figured it must have to do with his condition. 

“Let me get you something.” You told him, moving to find the first aid kit. As you found some pain meds, you quickly filled a cup with water and moved back towards him. “Here take these.” You told him, handing him the pills. 

Jungkook looked at your hand, smiling stiffly at your way of helping him. “They won't help, Tokki.”

He almost broke down when he saw tears well in your eyes. “Please, Kook.” You whispered. “I don't like seeing you in pain.” You sniffled. 

He tried his best to get up to take the medicine, but someone shoving the door open stopped him from moving more. You both turned to the intruder, frowning at the nurse who had interrupted. 

“(Y/N).” She said, looking between you and Jungkook. “ Doctor Hanseol would like to see you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched Jungkosk shiver from pain, clenching his muscles to soothe them. “I can't leave Jungkook.” You spoke up, shaking your head. 

“He's in the lab.” The lady told you, not caring about Jungkook’s stability. You frowned deeply, looking at the man in worry. 

“Will you be alright?” You softly asked him.

“Nothing I'm not used to.” He gave you a grin, wincing as his body shuddered again. You hesitated in getting up to leave, however seeing the stare the other nurse gave you made you rush outside. 

You walked out into the main lobby to get access into the lab. While your badge had access to most rooms in the facility, the lab was not one of them. It seemed much more secure that not even the lab workers could get in. They needed someone to buzz them in. You understood all the security, however it was a bit excessive. 

“Sir.” You bowed when you noticed your boss looking through a window. 

As you grew closer you noticed it was to show the lab where the medicines were produced. They didn’t have large machines doing the work. Rather it was a variety of researchers hand making the drugs. There were a total of 5 each, being careful with whatever it was they were mixing. 

You knew the company wasn’t large, even after 10 years. They had spent a good while with research from what you saw. They had barely started to give out their drugs for trials a few years ago which meant that they weren’t out to the public yet. It takes a long while to create the right medicine. And by the looks of it HYBE was heading in the right direction. 

“Hello, (Y/N).” Hanseol kept his eyes on the window. “How are you?”

You tried not to frown at the small talk. “I'm fine. It's a very nice day today.” You spoke up.

“Yes.” Hanseol said. “Indeed it is.”

You hummed, turning to him as your anxiety flowed over. “Is there anything you need, sir?” You asked, trying to be polite. “Jungkook is not feeling well and I need to check up on him.”

“Is he now?” Hanseol squinted his eyes. “I think I know why.” He turned to you finally. “Not to worry, he goes through those episodes monthly.” He explained to you. 

“He does?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Such a terrible thing for him really.” Hanseol hummed, turning back to the lab.

Just as you were about to ask for more of Jungkook’s information, an alarm started beeping from the lobby. Both you and your superior rushed out to the lobby following after the security that ran into the facility. 

A large gathering had formed towards the bedroom sections, which made you have to push through the crowd. Your eyes went wide as you realized the security were all in Jungkook’s room. Without thinking you ran forward to enter. However, you were held back by someone.

“Jungkook!” You yelled. You watched as the man wildly thrashed around in the arms of some larger men. He had his teeth pulled back as growls seemed to ripple from his chest. He was hunched over, trying to throw off the people holding him down. 

“Hey!” You tried to punch at the arm that was tightly holding you back. “What's wrong with him?” You cried out.

“Miss you need to step back.” The security man spoke. 

“No, he's my patient!” You screamed. “I need to check on him.” You wriggled more, feeling tears well in your eyes as you felt frustrated with the security. When a whimper left Jungkook’s mouth, your head shot up, wide eyes on the man. 

“Jungkook!” You cried, grunting as you started kicking and thrashing. 

The man quickly looked up hearing your voice. When he saw the tears in your eyes and the man holding you back, the loudest of growls ripped from his throat, scaring those in the hallway. He grew angry seeing you be held in such a horrendous manner. He pulled a security guard off his arm, throwing him to the side. 

“Let her go!” He screamed, throwing the guards off him. They were quick to hold him back once more, Jungkook going back to fighting them off. 

Outside in the hallway, all of Jungkook’s brothers were trying their best to rush in and calm him down, however they too were being held back. Hanseol had a scowl on his face as he watched the boy beat the best security his kind had. He guessed even ogres couldn’t hold down an angry dog. 

“Hoseok sedate him.” Hanseol told the boy. 

Hobi quickly looked up to Hanseol, a worried expression on his face. “But he's not in the right state of mind.” He told the man. 

There were consequences to doing things wrong. With how fragile Jungkook was at the moment, hypnotizing him would put him into a deep sleep that almost resembled a coma. Hobi would need more energy to wake the boy up. 

“Do it.” Hanseol sneered. 

Hobi glanced at Namjoon, getting a deep sigh from the taller man. He nodded his head once, glancing back into the room where Jungkook started to break furniture by throwing bodies over them. 

Hobi moved past all the guards, making quick work to enter Jungkook’s room. He had been turned around which allowed Hobi to place his hands on the boy’s head. “I’m sorry.” Hobi whispers as purple mist flowed out of his fingers and into Jungkook’s eyes. 

Jungkook didn’t do any else other than fall over onto the ground in a heep. “No!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks. “Stop! Let him go!”

“Hey.” Namjoon spoke up, taking you out of the guards arms. As the guard tried to take you away from Namjoon, the dimpled man only gave him a death stare causing him to back off. 

“(Y/N), he's going to be okay.” Namjoon soothed your, wiping your cheeks. “It'll pass.”

“What happened?” You began to hiccup, soflty rubbing your face into Namjoon’s clothing. The other boys gathered around you, trying their best to calm you down. 

“It's what he's here for.” Jin told you, rubbing your back lightly. “He'll be fine.”

Hanseol sighed deeply as he rubbed at his nose bridge, turning aorund to head out his god forsaken facility. When he turned up at the lobby, he found his co-founder watching from the securtity cameras. The man turned to his friend, hands in his pockets.

“He's never acted out in that way before.” He spoke up nochalanty. “He's protective of the girl.” He added looking down at the computers that showed the hallway camera. 

“She's not the first one.” Hanseol rolled his eyes. “However, you are right.” 

The man turned to his friend, a deep frown on his lips as he suddenly felt annoyed. “Where have you been? You know we have three patients who are affected by the full moon. I only need you two days out of the month and you weren't even here.” He glared. 

“Stop calling them patients.” Kyong rolled his eyes. “You harvest from them.”

“No. That is inhumane.” Hanseol shook his head, looking appaled. “What I do is simply extract certain things at a certain time to get the DNA I need. It’s to help those who need it most.” Hanseol smiled to himself, thinking about all the sick people he was helping.

“I don't see the difference.” Kyong deadpanned.

“Of course you don't, you big idiot.” Hanseol returned to glaring. “Now come on. You got two patients to sedate.”

I'm a bitch for people using the nickname Tokki when it comes to Jungkook.

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@h3arteyes4mingi , @fangirling-all-the-way-tbh , @rinkud, @rln-byg ,

[brittscafe]

I don't know if you did this but, can i request "one bed trope" with Grimmjow? i love that man so bad, i need my daily dose of him 💀

Ugh, of course! <3

You wish you weren't stuck in this situation with Grimmjow, but the events leading you here were unfortunate to say the least.

You walk behind Grimmjow in the world of the living when suddenly the thunder booms loudly. You flinch from the sudden loudness and lift up your head, gazing up into the dark sky.

The clouds seem to scatter around, gathering around and taking over the sky.

"Damn it," Grimmjow curses underneath his breath as the rain droplets start to pour down from the sky.

"What? It's just a little rain," you suggest, shrugging your shoulders.

Suddenly, the rain starts to break down from the sky. Within seconds Grimmjow and you are soaked, clothes stuck to your wet bodies.

The rain seems to sting Grimmjow's body and he seethes at the feeling of it.

Grimmjow's hand slaps down onto your wrist and he starts to drag you behind him. Although, your feet can't seem to keep up with him and you start to stumble and tumble over.

"Damn girl, come on!" Grimmjow hisses out, glaring back at you over his shoulder. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, harshly. Grimmjow may have been glaring at you and looked like he wanted to kill you, but his heart spoke differently.

He saw the way your eyes were filled with fear and even tears. So, he loosens his grip on your wrist and clears his throat.

"I think there's an inn nearby!" you speak up as the wind howls loudly and picks up the speed. Grimmjow and you rush through the woods and burst into an inn.

It's dimly lit, the only light are candles all around the walls. You and Grimmjow pant heavily, water dripping from your clothes and onto the old wooden floor.

The inn is warm and friendly. An older lady sits at a desk, wearing a faint smile and her grey hair pulled back into a slick bun.

"Damn, curse that rain!" Grimmjow curses out, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.

"Grimmjow," you nudge his shoulder and point over to the woman.

"Are you two looking for a room?" the elderly woman speaks up and your eyes light up with interest.

"Um, yes please," you bow your head down.

"Luckily for you, I have one last room available. Here's the key and if you need anything, I'll be down here," she speaks softly with a soothing voice, handing you a golden key.

You take the key from her hand and shoot her a smile.

"Thank you," you whisper out, walking down the dark hallway and Grimmjow follows behind you.

You place the key inside the lock and turn it. The lock clicks open with a quiet sound and you push the door open. Your mouth gapes open and Grimmjow's breath hitches in his throat.

One large bed sits in the middle of the cozy room and you gulp.

"Only one bed? Great," he scoffs out with annoyance, shoving his way past you and into the room. You roll your eyes with annoyance and step inside, closing the door behind you.

You sit underneath the white covers as the shower runs in the background. The shower soon shuts off and your heart lodges in your throat.

The door swings open and Grimmjow walks out, only wearing a pair of sweats. The fresh water makes his abs glisten and his wet hair hangs over his eyes. Your face becomes red hot and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"Grimmjow! You couldn't have put on a shirt?" you scoff out, gazing the other way.

Grimmjow lets out a tiny chuckle and you glance back over at him. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and he bites on his bottom lip.

"Oh, come on. Don't tell you you've never seen a man without his shirt on?" he questions you, a smirk growing along his pale face.

"You should sleep," you suggest, changing the subject and Grimmjow lets out a tiny scoff.

"I'm not human. Therefore, I don't require sleep," Grimmjow retorts harshly and you knit your eyebrows together.

"Grimmjow, there's enough room in this bed for the both of us," you scoff out.

"I don't want to sleep with you," Grimmjow seethes out and you giggle quietly.

"I didn't mean it like that. We can have separate sides of the bed, come on," you pat the empty side of the bed next to you. Grimmjow's expression softens and he lets out a deep breath.

He climbs into the bed beside you and watches outside the window as the rain continues to pour down.

"I hate the rain," Grimmjow sighs out, lowering his head. He's vulnerable for a minute and you can see it.

"Maybe it's because you're half cat," you suggest and Grimmjow shoots you a harsh glare.

"Shut up! I am not," Grimmjow flicks your forehead and you scrunch up your face.

"Yeah, yeah, try to deny it all you want. I'm going to bed," you sigh out, blowing out the candle on your nightstand and snuggle up into the covers.

Grimmjow's left with his jaw dropped open as you quickly fall asleep.

You're in your most vulnerable position right now. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted as soft breaths leave your throat. Grimmjow's eyes rake over your eyelashes, not fluttering at him for once.

A piece of your hair dangles down in front of your face and Grimmjow's breath hitches in his throat as he reaches out. He gently moves the piece of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

You seem to inch closer and closer to Grimmjow in your sleep. The candlelight on his side of the bed, glows onto your face. Grimmjow's heart rams against his chest, wanting to rip out.

He slowly lifts up his hand and reaches out towards your face. He traces your cheek, the softness of your skin, creating goosebumps along his skin.

Grimmjow's eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat.

Why? Why does he feel this way about you? It doesn't make any sense to him.

The covers ruffle as you move in your sleep and Grimmjow quickly pulls away from you. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

A startled gasp leaves his lips and he gazes down at you, eyes widen and confused. You were so warm against his body, you fit perfectly against him.

You move your thigh over his hips and Grimmjow's heart skips a beat.

You were so vulnerable right now, he could do anything. Grimmjow could kill you if he wanted to, but he doesn't want to. He feels a deep instinct to keep you safe.

Grimmjow slowly wraps his arms around you, your head resting on his chest. His eyes rake over you and your innocent, sleeping face. He leans his head down and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

He rests his head against the pillow and closes his eyes, a warm smile growing on his face.

Grimmjow was so glad that you were asleep...or at least that's what he thought.

[himegureisu]

The Yule Ball [PTII]

Summary: The Yule Ball is about to commence and you arrive in the nick of time.

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On Christmas Eve, in the sparkling silver frost of the Great Hall, students’ conversations come to a hush at the sight of their Potions Professor.

His usually greasy hair was clean and silky smooth. On the other hand, an open black double-breasted tailcoat, black vest, black high-collared dress shirt, black pants, and shiny black shoes replaced his daily robes.

It was different. Conservative but also very appealing.

Especially for the female students. Their grumpy Professor so pleasing in the ladies’ eyes has the boys reminding them why they didn’t like him in the first place. Their giggles and murmurs didn’t stop though, and one thought it would be the best if the scowl on his face disappeared, but alas, they could not make miracles happen.

“Would you look at that?”

“Is that truly Professor Snape?”

“Bloody hell,” Ron mutters under his breath, “Even the old dungeon bat looks better than I do,”

In a procession, the champions walk through the oak doors accompanied by their chosen partners, disrupting the comments,, and enter the Great Hall. Their thunderous claps and ever-so-curious gazes shift at the sight of Hermione Granger on Victor Krum’s arm allowing a moment of vulnerability for you.

In their distraction, from a tunnel behind the pine trees, you emerge behind the Headmaster, Severus none the wiser at your arrival, as he speaks.

“I will keep this short because you all might be sick of hearing from me,” the headmaster quips, and the Hogwarts students laugh, “This evening, I hope that every one of us creates meaningful connections and enjoys the feast. However, before we start, I would also like to welcome a special guest.”

Their students were truly the worst gossips as whispers started once again speculating who the special guest could be, making the stories known to their Durmstrang and Beauxbatons friends.

“I’m glad that you’re here and I am very much eager to indulge in your future antics,” Dumbledore smiles, saying nothing further, and turns, “If you’d please, Filius,”

Their students are curious and confused, a rather deadly combination, at the lack of information from their wily Professor as the orchestra starts the song. The sound of string instruments soon echoes throughout the space as the waltz begins.

On the floor, champions lead their partners through the beginnings of the waltz. Their audience is divided between finding the mystery guest and watching their friends glide seamlessly across the room.

In minutes, the headmaster nudges their Transfiguration Professor, who happily accepts the offer and joins the throng of dancing students, on the floor. His absence allows you to stand beside your husband whose gaze remains afront.

“Don’t you look dashing?” you say, breaking the silence among the staff, “I hope you saved me a dance?”

His gaze shifts at the sound of your voice. His eyes quickly take a once over of you. In your sage green dress that highlighted the very best of your features. Your hair in a braided half updo and holly pin presented simple but elegant.

“They’re only for you,” he answers, raising his hand for you to take, “Shall we?”

“On your lead,”

Onto the fray together, the students not so quietly observe. His hands, on your waist and outstretched hand, lead you to the floor. However, closer than appropriate for students, he whispers in your ear.

“You’re determined to do this?”

“I’d like for them to see what I see in you,” you cup his cheek, your gaze on his as the scowl slowly melts away, “Even just for a bit,”

He sighed in defeat.

Your gazes lock on each other, his steps slow but confident guide you through the symphony. In his embrace, the world blends to the background. To the awe of the crowd, a soft smile settles on his lips, his grip, however, tightened and your merry bubble pops at the sight of his restrained ire at the students who admired you from afar.

“You are the only one I desire,” you breathed, cheeks flushed and eyes only on him, as the veins on the side of his head vanished, “No one else can ever compare,”

His eyes softened at your words, breaking through his facade for the night. By the end of the dance, he places a protective hand on your back and gently leads you through. His form towers over you, briefly leaning on your ear to whisper.

“Being with you feels like a dream,” his voice barely audible as you weave through the people, “That I don’t want to end,”

“It will not end,” you declare, as you finally see his colleagues, and some others you don’t know, “We’ll see through it,”

The Headmaster smiles, at the sight of your hands entwined together, as you approach the faculty and guests. Minerva steps up much faster than the rest and says.

“I’m glad you could make it, dear,” she also smiles, as Severus stands behind you, “You two were lovely out there,”

“Were we?” you coyly ask, glancing at Severus, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “I didn’t notice. I’m glad I didn’t trip,”

“I would’ve caught you if you did,” Severus declared, as the others approached, and from there Madam Maxime interjected, “Severus! Who is the lovely lady?”

“Madame Maxime, Karkaroff, this is my wife, Madame Snape,” he introduces you, as you shake friendly hands, “At the moment, she works for the Ministry of Magic,”

“Oh!” the tall lady exclaimed, as Minerva cut the conversation, “I hate to break up this introduction, however, we must be seated for dinner,”

“Of course, Minerva, lead the way,”

In a flash, she transformed into her role as Deputy Headmistress, and seats you beside Severus and her, but also near the Headmaster and the new staff that hasn’t met you. Your friendly smile was a stark difference from the unimpressed line that formed on your husband’s lips.

“Will you be staying the night?” Minerva asks, as you observe Albus who spoke of what he wanted for dinner and it appeared, and answered, “Yes, the headmaster was kind to allow me to stay in the castle for Christmas break,”

“Did he?” Severus said as he looked at you, “Headmaster?”

“Merry Christmas, Severus,” Dumbledore grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously at the light, as Severus exhaled, “Thank you, headmaster,”

“Do enjoy the feast,” Albus said, “There is more to come,”

On his words, you and Severus briefly give each other a look before shrugging it off, oblivious to the utter madness that would transpire once you left the Great Hall for much more amorous and festive pursuits.

There would be time to get to know the students during the break. However, a part of you admits that you were partial to your husband's little snakes.

But they didn't know that.

[cheesemonky]

Chapter 1: Fairy or Not?

pairing: fairy!felix x fairy!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

summary: A fairy gets their wings once they're 13. A normal one at least. You're 23, and still without any. This leaves you without a mate, because who would love a wingless fairy? So when you decide to leave, it's quite the surprise to find a fairy with a wing missing…

warnings: reader has trauma, swearing, blood, description of reader scratching their back violently?? NOT PROOF READ lmk if i missed anything &lt;3

“I didn’t even know it was possible to not get wings!”

“Ew, don’t talk to her, it’ll give you her disease..!”

“There’s a reason she has no friends.”

And suddenly, you weren’t there anymore. You shot upwards from your bed, panting and wiping away your cold sweat. A different version of the same nightmare, and it never forgets an evening. Your life was not an easy one, that’s for sure. 10 years since that wretched day. Since the day that reshaped your life forever.

10 YEARS AGO

“Honey, I don’t know what happened, but she didn’t get any..!”

“A-A fairy can’t not have wings..! Then they’re just a mini human! Does this mean she won’t have magic either..?!”

This was officially the worst birthday ever. Not just for you, it’s the worst in fairy history. It’s common knowledge that, on a fairy’s 13th birthday, they get their wings, which hold their magic. And you had been so hyped for it all. You had told your friends all about it in the past week, and you were sure that yours would look prettier than anything anyone’s ever seen. But now the day had come round, and there was not a single trace of a wing on your back. Not a sprout, not even a glimmer. You broke down in tears that morning, and the look of horror on your parents face was unimaginable. You were facing your back to the mirror, scratching at where your wings should have been, your back all red and raw from the drag of your nails.

They took you to every hospital, every magic healer, every guru but no one could understand what had happened. It was unheard of for a fairy not to have any wings. Hours upon hours of crying, curled up in bed, locked away from your family. It was days before you came out of your room and weeks before you could even muster up the courage to show up at school again. That’s where it was the worst. You weren’t outright bullied, no, they were too scared for that. They were all convinced that you had some infectious disease, and they couldn’t risk having their own magic affected. Even you began to believe that you were cursed. It was the only way to explain anything. And this was just the beginning.

NOW

You didn’t know when the nightmares started to feel more real but it wasn’t something you could help. You just hope they don’t get any worse. You shuffled out of bed with a sigh to get ready for another gruelling day at work. Just because you were wingless didn’t mean they didn’t want to hire you. Okay, they didn’t want to hire you but you were the only applicant for a job that no one else wanted. And so, you made your bed, got everything ready for the day and grabbed a pomegranate seed for breakfast on your way out. Stares were usual, though you’d think people would have gotten used to it by now. As you passed your local hospital, you took a peek into the windows of the waiting room. Seats filled with fairies with damaged wings. How could they be so careless with something so precious? If you had gotten your own pair, you swore you’d protect them like nothing else mattered. You tore your eyes away, realising that you were going to run late if you kept staring. After arriving at the office, you sighed internally. You quickly hurried to your desk and sat down, determined to ignore the fairies who began their daily gossip. 

”I’m surprised she managed to get a job at all..!”

”It’s only because no one else wanted to do it…”

”To be fair, literally no one likes dealing with customers, sooo…”

“Y/N? A lady wants to talk to our PR team, and you’re the only one in the team here today.”  You groaned internally before standing up and walking over to the lady waiting at the front office. You plastered a smile on your face and greeted her warmly.

“Hi ma’am, what seems to be the problem?” She eyed you up and down for a moment before glancing behind you.

“Oh.. is there no one else?”

“Unfortunately, no. Can I help you?”

“Whatever… I called this company some time ago and they said they’d get back to me in an email, but I’m still waiting.”

“I’m sorry, but we get a lot of calls and emails everyday ma’am, but you will get one eventually.”

“‘Eventually’ isn't good enough, I need one now. Your customer service is not very reliable.” You sighed. Is it really that hard for customers to understand that there are other people who come to your company? Half the time, they ask the same thing.

“Ma’am there’s not much I can do. There are people who have been waiting longer and we have to get to them first, or it’d be unfair.”

“Can’t you just- get back to me first and then do the rest? I’m a very busy woman.”

“Ma’am, we’ll get to you when we can.” You could see her face fill with contempt as her face took on a scowl. You smiled curtly, turning back to go to your desk when you heard her grumble.

“Tsk, there’s a reason no one loves you, ugly cunt…”

“Excuse me?” You snapped your head back to look her in the eye, but you knew that anything more and you’d break down. She probably didn’t mean for you to hear anyways.

“You heard me. No one loves you, you ugly fucking cunt. Can’t even do something for someone. You ain’t a typa fairy special just because you don’t have wings. Hell, you ain’t even a fairy at this point.” You open your mouth to say something, but not a sound comes out. Your eyes darted around, looking for someone to help you out, but everyone kept on with their usual work. No one batted an eye at the scene unfolding. You held back the welling tears, and managed to choke out a sentence.

“M-Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave…”

“Gladly. I can’t stand being near you a second longer…” Taking a deep breath, you turned on your heel, determined to keep your face up.

“God, the world ain’t even love you enough to give you wings…”

“Shut the fuck up.” The lady flinched at your words. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but something in you snapped. You had spent so much time in your life trying to shut out the voices that told you the same thing. Years spent trying to deal with being told that you were weird and disgusting. And people still think they can pull this shit? Oh no, no, you weren’t putting up with it this time.You stormed out of the room and shoved past a bunch of different people to get to your desk. You grabbed a nearby box from your co-worker's desk, emptying it of its contents. You shoved everything into the box, your files, your books, the little trinkets you had set up. Hot tears streamed down and fell off of your face even as you walked up to your manager. Getting right up in his face, you stuck your finger pointedly at him before whispering,

"I quit."

Soon enough, you were back on the street, walking home with a plan set in mind. You were going to leave this goddamn place for good. At home, you threw your box to the side before grabbing out your biggest backpack. You stuffed your favourite clothes inside as well as some necessary toiletries. Some snacks and rations to keep you satisfied until you managed to gather your own food and the few good memoirs that decorated your bedside table. You walked out your home for the second time that morning, your neighbours whispering louder than before. You ran as fast as you could to the edge of the small fairy town, only looking back once before you stepped out into the Great Australian Bush.

Days passed as you travelled, careful not to be caught by a possum or something of the likes. It took a while, but you learnt how to forage properly, looking for nuts and berries to last you a good while. And you did it all without wings. Perhaps they were wrong. Maybe you really didn't need wings. And it went like that for months. You were a little disappointed that no one came looking, but what were you expecting? You were the only fairy out here.

Until one day, you stumbled across a trail of blood. You were planning on turning and leaving to go the other way but something caught your eye. There was glitter in the blood. A distinct feature of fairy blood. You followed the trail for a while, before finally finding him. He was beautiful. Freckles painted his cheeks like stars, and his presence gave off its own glow. But then you saw it. On his back, one wing was perfectly fine, but in place of the other was a fresh wound. You looked out a bit further and there it was. His other wing, fallen and mixed in with the sticks and dirt.

"Oh shit…"

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[writingsofwesteros]

male!knight!reader corrupting naive!rhaenicent to the point when he daily fingers them because “i just have to check something”

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

Your smirk only widened as you watched the new Kingsguard; a Criston, you thought to yourself be dismissed by the heir herself. You had her well trained, you thought as your eyes slowly moved towards her lady in waiting; Lady Alicent and those locks that were begging to be pulled. But you were all not there …yet.

“Will we not be late for the feast?” Alicent gently asked; her arms linking with Rhaenyra without thought. You could only follow them; your hands clasped behind your back as you watched their figures. Their chatter is like music to your ear as you subtly chewed on your bottom lip. Your own desire building.

You could feel your cock hardening in your pants as you slowly moved into the Princess’ royal chambers. “Do you have to check us now?” Rhaenyra whispered over her shoulder; the more confident of the two you had realised but still so naive. “Of course, Princess.” You whispered calmly and politely. 

“If you would undress each other.” You wondered where this composure came from but you only lent against the closed door. Their delicate hands were still nervous as they giggled to each other. You nearly moaned when their lips found each. Gods, you had turned them into such whores, you thought to yourself.

Your dark eyes of desire moved over their now bare bodies with a hardly concealed smirk on your face. “You know your positions.” You whispered to them. The candles in the room flickering as you moved. The two beautiful girls moved onto the Princess’ bed. They lied beside each other with their legs dangling. 

Alicent’s hands slowly moved up her chest; her shyness returned even after all this time. It was endearing. Your hand reached the Princess and so slowly moved up her inner thighs; her soft skin had you nearly purring. A whine escaped Rhaenyra and began to echo around the room. “Good girls.” You whispered out. 

A soft blush came over their cheeks as your hand slowly moved in between Rhaenyra’s thighs. Fuck, she was so wet already. Her body arched with a sweet gasp escaping the Princess. “Hmm, ready?” They both nodded and your free hand moved to run through Alicent’s thick locks. 

Gods, how did you get so lucky, you thought. Two beauties in front of you just to play with. The Gods were good. Two of your slender fingers slowly brushed against Rhaenyra’s weeping pussy with ease. You whispered your praises as her body was jolting from the bed already. Slowly, you pushed two of your fingers inside her.

Alicent whimpered as her head fell to the side; those big, brown eyes of hers watching the scene in front of her. You watched as her hand slowly moved to her soft, ample breasts. “Good girl.” Rhaenyra as ever wanted your attention and her soaked, sensitive walls were fluttering around your fingers. Gods, it would feel so good around your cock; you knew it would.

You had to be patient; you couldn’t ruin the work you had done. The sound of her wetness echoed around the room as you curled your fingers. Her spongy spot was easily played with by your expertise. Her sweet whines of pleasure was like music to your ears as you quickened your pace. 

“Seems you are all perfect there.” You purred as you watched Rhaenyra’s body thrashing. Her stomach is tightening in pleasure. You watched in delight as her release was quickly building inside her. Rhaenyra blushed under your words and as she was going to fall off the edge; your fingers were released.

Poor girls had never had a climax…yet. You were enjoying their confused state a little too much. Your soaked fingers slowly moved up Alicent’s body until her hot mouth was wrapped around them. “You like her taste?” You purred to the shy girl whilst Rhaenyra was trying to calm herself as she turned on her side.

“Yes…” Alicent whispered; her voice muffled as you pushed your fingers further down her mouth for her gagging to begin. “Fuck..” Your free hand moved up her inner thighs and gently cupped her weeping pussy. Your thumb brushed against her clit and watched as her eyes widened even more.

Two of your knuckles captured her sweet, sensitive clit whilst Rhaenyra only watched in interest. She moved closer and you took your soaked fingers from Alicent’s wetness up to the Princess to suck on. And oh she did. Her moans were loud as you stuffed three of your fingers inside Alicent.

Her body was arching in delight as your palm was hitting her clit with each movement. “I think we are soon ready to take the next steps.” You whispered down to them both. Alicent’s soaked walls clamping down on you. “Do you like that idea?” You purred and watched as she sweetly nodded her head.

Rhaenyra hummed beside you as you gently pushed their heads together. Their lips joined once more. “Good girls..” You purred and allowed them to distract themselves. Your fingers slowly moved in and out of her as you gracefully knelt down. Alicent was completely taken by surprise when your hot mouth engulfed her weeping pussy.

You moaned against her. “So delicious.” You purred. The vibrations brushed against her as Alicent whimpered out. “I’ll show you how to do this.” You whispered up to Rhaenyra as your tongue circled her clit again and again. Harshly, you began to suck on the sweet girl. Her fists tighten their grip on the sheets.

Her eyes rolled back as Rhaenyra only leaned in; her hot mouth moving across Alicent’s soft neck. She leaned into the Princess as you continued your feast. Your own eyes are fluttering shut now. Your tongue quickened its movements as you moved over her clit again and again as the moments ticked by.

The sound of your sucking on the wetness she gave you echoed obscenely around the room some more. You knew giving Alicent this release would have her wrapped around your finger. And so that’s exactly what you did. Gently, you pushed two of your fingers inside her soaked pussy and watched her fall apart.

Rhaenyra muffled her sounds of pleasure by passionately capturing her soft lips. Alicent was completely smothered in pleasure as you curled your fingers; fucking her through her orgasm. Your fingers were soaked by her wetness as you continued to suck on her. Praises falling from both yours and Rhaenyra’s lips.

[brisbookmark]

My Lord - Osferth x F!Reader (18+)

Gif from daily tlk

✧ A Book!Osferth x fem!reader because I found out he becomes a lord in the books and I will never shut up

✧ Word count: 1k

Contains: lap sitting, thigh grinding/riding, overstimulation, pet names, fingering, no penetration, choking with a chain, book Osferth is a cocky tease

“Lord Osferth,” she cooed, letting the title roll smoothly off her tongue. His cheeks reddened even more, but his confidence did not falter as he secured two strong arms around her waist and held her on his lap, lifting the edge of her dress up to the top of her thighs.

“My lady,” he breathed, leaning back into his new chair. He was now the Commander, a lord of Burnanburgh, and his woman would not let him forget it.

“Lord Osferth,” she whispered again, soft fingertips trailing his bottom lip. The ex monk let out a small moan, letting his hands dig into the naked flesh of her thighs. “It sounds quite nice doesn't it?” She asked, readjusting herself on top of him, innocently glancing at him as she brushed above his clothed cock.

He was already stiff.

“Now that you, you say it like that..” Osferth answered, pulling her hips back into him with a large hand. “I suppose it sounds better coming from your..” he paused to press a long passionate kiss to her mouth, “sweet..” and another.. “lips.” He let himself indulge until his head was light, giving the gentlest of kisses and bites, massaging her tongue with his own.

Already she had started softly grinding into him, thighs clenching and her wetness pooling onto his pants.

“Are you already wet?” He asked, sliding his hand from her hips to between her thighs, and he let out a shuddery groan as his fingers became immediately coated. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he teased, running them up and down her folds oh so slowly.

“Osferth,” she whined, bucking into his hand just once before he held her still.

He smiled gently up at her, moving to kiss under her ear, his warm breath tickling at the hairs on her neck. “What happened to that sweet title?” Osferth asked, biting on the lobe of her ear and enjoying how she started to shiver under his touch.

“I’m sorry my lord,” his woman sputtered out, using one hand to grab at the cross on his chest as if it were her lifeline.

Osferth felt a chill run up his spine at the word, or perhaps it was the cold chain of his cross moving under his collar as she deliciously pulled on it. “Good girl,” he tutted, tapping her nose gently with a finger, “My clever girl.”

His pride soared as he felt her cunt tighten against his leg, her breathing turning into soft pants. The ex monk took a chance to lift her slightly, moving his cloth up, leaving just his thin pants between them. He slowly flexed his thigh, moving his lover so she might straddle it, letting her explore the new friction on her own.

Fearing he might cum too soon, Osferth held her still again. She grabbed harder at his chain, pulling him forward to take his lips- biting and sucking and savoring his sweet taste. It dug so wonderfully into his neck- the more desperate she had become the harder she gripped the cross pendant, always unknowingly tugging too hard.

He found out well enough that he liked to be choked by her. Consciously or not.

“Darling..” Osferth cooed, giving himself a chance to breathe after her assault, “Will you be telling me what to do or can I have my fun?” He asked, cupping the back of her head and flexing his strong thigh again under him, smiling as she adjusted her hips once more and cool air blew on the wetness she had left.

The poor thing couldn’t speak. She was so lost in grinding against that spot on his leg, kissing away her moans into his skin now that he has denied her his lips.

He used his fingers to gently brush her clit, and she jolted- now looking him in the eyes. “Did you hear my question, darling?”

His lady nodded, biting at her lower lip now. Osferth shrugged, pressing his calloused thumb onto her clit again. “Guess I’ll have my fun..” He muttered nonchalantly, looking into her eyes with a softened gaze. “You want to have some fun with me?” He asks so innocently, ignoring the guttural moan that came from his lover, and the way she gripped into his shoulders for balance.

Rocking herself against his hard muscle, she mewls as that sensitive bud catches on the rough fabric of his pants, head falling forward into his shoulder. Osferth grips her and guides her up and down his thigh, flexing just right as her cunt passes over him.

Her fingers are tight on his shoulders now, her cheeks flushed. “Do it… do it again..” his lover whines, and Osferth feels his cock leak just a bit more.

“Do what?” The man asks teasingly, rubbing at her clit with two fast fingers.

Quick, muffled moans fall from lips, but he can hear the simple “Not that.”

“Tell me then darling, tell me,” he coaxes, his face full of faux concern. Just as she’s about to answer he drags her cunt roughly again, tightening the muscles as she goes.

This time her moans are much louder.

“Good girl,” he whispers again, and she clenched around nothing. “Don’t be scared to let out those sweet noises my dear, I want to hear them.”

He continues his motions again, quickening his hand until she’s stammering and her eyes go up to the ceiling. She’s shaking like a baby deer in his lap, desperately grinding more into his hand.

With a loud moan she finally cums, spilling out onto his fingers, still tightening her cunt around emptiness. It throbs almost painfully, and as he touches her clit again she bucks away from his hand from the overstimulation.

“My dear we’re just getting started,” Osferth teases, but nonetheless removes his hand to hold her gently on him. He brushes her hair behind her ears delicately, planting a soft kiss to her lips. He can tell her mind is still reeling as her eyes flit around, finally closing at the feel of his soft kiss. “Shh dearest, I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He looks around at the dying candles of his hall, and he readjusts himself on his chair. No one was to be expected until the morning.

Osferth smiles, kissing his lady once more, a tickling hand running up her thigh.

They’re in for a long night.

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 03.31.24

Is it me you're looking for? Yes, I know I've been M.I.A. for a bit, but you guys I'm really trying to upper level adult here. I have decided I'm going to buy a house. So I have hired a realtor and have started the process. When my lease is up again, I WILL be moving into my home.

Let's see if I remember how to set one of these up!

Original post 03/31/24 at 8:02PM EST

Chapter 9: Riley Brooks's Day Off

The Series: Life of Riley Book 2

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Riley (Liam x F!MC)

Status: Still in the writing process

Since the challenges Constantine had been coming up with weekly for the suitors were getting a lot of publicity for the crown, the suitors met weekly for a meeting with a PR specialist to make sure they had the crown’s best interests in everything they did. They also passed out weekly itineraries of what the Suitors would be doing. Did it ever reveal any events they would be participating in? No, but that their sponsor would be revealing the new task and prize for that week."

Riley thumbed through the itinerary, once than again looking confused.

“Is something wrong Lady Riley?”

“Jenna, my booklet seems to be missing a page. I have nothing for Friday’s itinerary .”

“Actually no you’re not. None of you are. Since I've just been brought into this role, I know you ladies are going through a lot being thrust into the public eye in this magnitude. Lady Riley, you for example, you are coming to us from America and have no experience with dealing with the nobility on a daily basis, and are completely learning how to navigate court successfully from scratch. I recognize this to be quite the experience. The potential reward of all of this is indescribable, but you all need breathing moments for mental and physical wellbeing. We are building in “off days” to your schedule to do what you want with it, a recharge day of sorts, or a mental health day if you will.”

“Well if you’re weak you need days off. I will spend my time training.” Olivia chimed in.

“If that is how you want to spend your day Olivia, there are no wrong answers, it’s free to do whatever you want, as long as you enjoy it.”

That evening:

“Of course, you would have an off day when I’m out of the country.” Liam sounded genuinely disappointed.

“I know I thought about that too.”

“Take it as an opportunity Riley, do some exploring, sleep in a little bit, we both know you like your sleep. Relax. You know, life moves really fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

“You’re completely right Liam. Thanks.”

“Sounds like you have a plan.”

“I do.”

When she hung up with him, she called Maxwell.

“What’s up Little Blossom?”

“I need your help.”

WIP 2

Part 3: Spice Spice Baby

Series: Not officially one: Previous Parts include: Cinnamon Spice and Everything Nice

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Bebe (Liam x F!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process

I have never required that much sleep. There has always been something so peaceful about the world at night for me. I glanced at her once more before getting out of bed. She was soundly sleeping and didn’t even stir from her slumber as I rose. A good mattress will do that, and honestly I think she needed the rest. I slipped on my pajama pants and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Night time was when I did my best thinking, and the thought crossed my mind that the two of us would be able to pull off this ruse with my coworkers. Bebe really did seem invested to make “us work.” Or maybe she was invested in the paycheck.

“Was my snoring keeping you awake?”

Bebe was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, resting her hip on the frame, her robe loosely tied.

“You don’t snore.”

“And you,” she gently tapped my nose with her pointer finger, “are a liar.”

“I wasn’t lying, I didn’t hear you snoring, or if you were, you weren’t disturbing me.”

“Why are you up, Liam?”

“Why are you up, Bebe?”

She quirked her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I rarely sleep through the whole night, I’m always up for a bit.”

“Why?”

Her stare from across the room was almost piercing my soul.

“Therapist was not one of your duties I'm paying you for in our contract.”

She looked surprised, but more importantly, hurt by my remark. In a split second I had turned her into a business arrangement that she was a prostitute, that I was paying for a service.

“Oh, well you’re paying me a handsome sum, therefore I feel like I should be anything you need me to be at the moment. I’ll just….”

I had hurt her feelings, and snapped at her, and I didn’t even know why, and the look in her eyes, I didn’t want to ever see that again.

“Life.” I called out to her before she was out of the room. Bebe immediately stopped and turned to face me.

“I can relate to that. Do you mind if I just sit up with you for a bit then?”

“No, not at all.”

Bebe settled into the couch next to me. She didn’t say a word, but I found her silence and non-judgment strangely comforting.

WIP 3

Part 4

Series: The Vampires Live On

The Book: TRR

The Pairing: Liam x Riley (in this decade Gabriel x Alice in the past)

Status: Still in the writing process

“We’re here.”

“I really didn’t think it would be this clean here. I know what you said, but looking at the other graves along the way here, I expected the same condition.”

“You know, I can be very persuasive, and keeping in contact as the groundskeeper’s changed over the years, very important in this. “

“I didn’t think they would be buried side by side.”

“Because that didn’t matter here, and since he died, protecting the two of you, his family wanted nothing to do with him.”

“Poor Max. He was such a good sweet guy. What we were, or not completely, never mattered to him.”

I placed the small flower arrangement into the vase at his grave.

“I have missed you dear friend,”

“I’m going to give you some time alone with your sister and friend.”

“You can stay.”

“No, I’ve been with you for an eternity, you have not had any time with her or him since that night. I want you to have some time alone with them. You deserve that.”

“Thank you, Liam.”

Even though the space around her grave was clean, I found myself picking up and pushing the few leaves and debris away to make her area more pristine.

I sat down in the grass in front of her grave and closed my eyes, letting the emotions of finally being here with her again wash over me.

“Hi Clara. I have missed you so much.”

WIP 4

Chapter 17: Finale Part 4: The Wedding

Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎

The Book: TRH & Beyond

Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Elle x M!OC) / Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

Final exams for Liberty had ensured that she wouldn’t be able to come to Greece early to take part in some of the pre-wedding festivities that Elle had planned. Elle felt guilty that Liberty would be missing her graduation from the Crown Academy to come to her wedding; her father had wanted to pull some strings for Liberty, but Elle declined, citing the importance of her education, though she did want her there.

Elle smiled as she panned the camera around the back yard.

"I really wish I was there Ellie."

"I really wish I was there. Libby! Look at you in your cap and gown. Father and I stepped away for a bit to watch the live feed of the baccalaureate."

"Thanks Ellie."

"For what?"

"Just making an effort. I can't wait to see you and everyone."

“Does that include Michail? He looked so sad when I told him you would not be here tonight.”

A slow smile crept over Liberty’s face.

“He looks sad?”

Elle laughed, “You’re clearly not about that.”

“Did he dance with any other girls?”

“Just one.”

“Who?”

Elle’s smile widened.

“Only me, when he could pull me away from Nico, all he talked about was you. He really likes you Libby.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, and he can’t wait to see you tomorrow and neither can I.”

“Neither can I!”

[shayyprasad]

and so we meet again | peter parker

summary: you've fallen in love with peter, and the worst part? you can't. not when you know you must be with someone else.

series masterlist!

warning: maybe cursing?

y/n woke up with a stretch and a yawn, glancing at the clock.

6:47.

crap. i forgot about work.

she sighed and rolled out of bed, her butt landing on the cold, hard floor. she pulled herself up and trudged into the bathroom. y/n grabbed a hair tie and put her hair up into a high bun.

she turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up. it was the second that the water came in contact to y/n's face, the exact second, that she remembered what happened last night.

the girl literally choked on her own saliva, slamming the tap closed.

"oh my god. there's no way that happened." she murmured to herself in the mirror.

it was fun... for what was most likely a fling for him. y/n couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. she did a little mini squeal. that had to have been the most exciting night of her entire freaking life. and that was saying a lot. she leaned forward into the mirror, and her lips were still slightly swollen and a darker color.

y/n's stomach pressed against the sink, and she winced. pulling away, she peaked under her shirt to see an ugly, purple bruise.

"well, that's confirmation for last night," she huffed.

no matter what she did, she couldn't get her mind off that spider. she brushed her teeth and washed her face. y/n walked over to the vanity and ran a hairbrush through her hair. putting it in a half up/half down hairstyle and securing it with a clip.

you put on some light makeup, and eyeliner.

winged eyeliner was a must.

y/n went over to her closet and got changed into the outfit she had picked for work. a beige colored cropped blazer on top of a white collared shirt. she had beige dress pants to go with the blazer. slipping on black heels, y/n went out of her room into the kitchen. 

she quickly made some coffee. y/n didn't think she would be able to eat anything, the butterflies in her stomach took up most of the room. no, more like angry pterodactyls stomping around.

she grabbed her purse, coat, and phone before walking out the door, coffee in hand. y/n flagged down a taxi and got in.

"daily bugle, please."

the driver gave her a silent nod and started there.

yep, the young solace girl worked at the daily bugle as there head journalist. writing had always been a passion of hers, and some of her books were well known. a few self-help and a few were fiction.

y/n's stomach grumbled.

oh, well, maybe i'll get something during my break.

and then she remembered the fact that she had left the pizza in the alley. there went $4.67, right down the drain.

the car stopped in front of the large building, so she thanked and paid him. y/n stepped out of the car and shut the door. first day on the new job. she took a breath.

it's not like y/n was new to journalism, she had done it when she lived back in florida. a warm coat of saliva encased her tongue.

no. no, we don't need to do this.

she put a smile on her face and swung open the doors. y/n walked over to the receptionist, slightly giddy.

"hello, how can i help you?"

"hi, um, y/n l/n. i'm the new head journalist."

"ah, i see. head up to the tenth floor, office 103. your partner will be up there waiting for you." she gave her a keycard for the office.

"oh, sorry, p-partner?" y/n stuttered, grabbing the card.

she looked up from her typing. "yes." then proceeded to do what she was doing.

"well, actually, you see-"

the lady paid no mind.

"ok," you paused, "uh, thanks, then."

y/n rubbed the back of her neck as she waited in the elevator.

partner? she wasn't very good with partners, or just people in general. y/n had no idea that she would be working with someone.

the doors opened and she walked down the hall, trying to find 103. at last, she found it and unlocked it using her keycard. when she opened the door, no one was inside. y/n didn't know whether to frown or smile. she walked over to the empty desk, the other one was cluttered, so she figured it was her "partner's."

she sighed and sat down, scanning the file that was on the table. nothing special, just a bunch of topics. y/n skimmed until she found one that was interesting.

"spider-man: fire at orphanage," she murmured. this one it was. she flushed at the name. would he ever come back? y/n pushed those thoughts away and began to brainstorm what to write. someone entered the room, and she looked up.

"oh my god, pete?"

"y/n/n! i didn't know you were my partner! i also didn't know you were a journalist. like, at all."

she laughed, "i don't seem like one, do i?" y/n found herself slightly pink at the nickname. "you know, you never quite texted me pete."

"yeah," peter chuckled, obviously red. "i didn't wanna come off as too strong," he smiled.

he was spider-man. and she was y/n. she didn't know it, but the girl had made out with him. with peter.

the thought only made him redder.

y/n smiled, "i get it. but, dude, seriously, keep in touch. like, quit tryna be aloof," she joked.

peter

peter laughed nervously. he was really stuck. like, between a rock and a hard place. he liked y/n both as peter and spider-man. but he also figured that she liked spider-man more, seeing as their little ordeal last night. but being with spider-man would put y/n in danger.

also... what about gwen? was that right? everyone had been telling him to try and move on. try and find someone new. what if she was that person?

he knew these feelings. he hadn't felt them since... gwen.

peter mentally sighed. it was fine. he didn't need to figure everything out right now. for the time being, he could just enjoy the company. it had been sometime since he'd talked to someone since his late girlfriend.

everything about her just captured him. so why not capture this moment?

click.

y/n glanced at him, confused. peter lowered the camera.

"creep," she teased.

"s-sorry, i just, you looked super pretty and focused and i really enjoy taking candid shots andisweari'mnotastalkerandi-"

"hey, pete, bro. you're fine, i was just kidding around," she chuckled, cutting off his rambling.

"oh, yeah. cool, cool."

damn it, peter, can't you be smooth for once?

he went over to take a seat at his desk and started sorting through all the photos he had taking, sorting them on the laptop into the different topics. peter was trying his very hardest not to look at her, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop.

but peter being peter, he peeked at y/n from behind the large desktop computer.

"no," he scolded himself quietly, "bad spider." peter went back to working, reluctantly.

when you're doing something you love, hours pass like minutes.

and soon enough it was 12:45. lunch break. so, peter gathered all of his courage to walk over to the desk, which was really only 6 or 7 feet away, and ask her out for lunch.

"uh, hey, y/n/n."

"pete, hi. wanna go out with me for lunch. i know an awesome café, my friend owns it, and you know why it's so awesome? we get discounts! and if she's in a good mood- it's free."

he gaped slightly at how causal she was about it, forgetting to answer.

"...pete? do you not want to? cause that's totally fine, no pressure."

"no!"

y/n gave him a look, raising her eyebrows at his sudden outburst.

he cleared his throat, cheeks tinted red.

"i-i mean yes. yeah, the café sounds great."

"cool. it's walking distance, and it's nice outside. we have more than enough time to eat, and then maybe go to the park or something, great place to take photos of people when they aren't looking. my bad, my bad, i meant candid shots."

"hey! and i don't just take photos of anybody, only people that are worthy of it."

she scoffed playfully, "i'm glad you think i'm worthy."

"yep," he chuckled, popping the p. "and you're pretty," the last part slipped out before he could stop it, making her cheeks pink.

"yeah, well, i'd call you beautiful, darling."

"d-darling?"

she rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her face.

"it's called flirting. platonic flirting, darling."

"oh. is that what you're gonna call me?"

"yeah."

"in front of people?"

she pushed her chair back, standing up, and walking to the door. "yeah."

"you know, they'll think we're dating."

"good. we'd make a top notch couple anyways."

that shut him up. also another thought did, too. the fact that his crush had said "platonic flirting" instead of just "flirting."

that must be the fasted anyone's gotten friend zoned before.

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[its-poojagupta-shree]

When it comes to Indian ethnic wear, kurtis have always been a go-to choice for women. They effortlessly blend comfort, style, and tradition, making them suitable for various occasions and events. With new collections of kurtis hitting the market regularly, online shopping for women's kurtis has become more popular than ever. However, to truly make a fashion statement, it is essential to pair these beautiful kurtis with the right type of bottom wear. In this article, we will explore the different types of bottom wear that perfectly complement kurtis and elevate your ethnic look.

[haileymunson]

early mornings

eddie munson x reader

WARNINGS: SMUTTY SMUT, dom!eddie, praise kink, daddy kink, filthy smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ladies), small drug use mention (marijuana) lol, degradation but nothing too major

Y/N's POV

Laying in Eddie’s bed, I wake up from the bright sun shining in our eyes. It’s summer break so Eddie insists I stay at his trailer most nights. With my family on vacation and out of town quite frequently, I decided to stay back home and keep Eddie company. This was better than having him call me every hour if I was away.

The first few weeks day pretty easygoing, but after a week of just being with Eddie started to get irritating. Don't get me wrong, I love the man, but god he sure likes to wear me out. And by wear me out I mean sex every. Single. Night.

It started off fun, doing whatever we wanted and fucking our brains out for hours daily, but I needed something new. I little spice to our daily routine. I could tell Eddie wanted to try something new as well.

Usually we’d eat all day, watch movies, listen to music, go to the mall or the movies. We'd always watch tv or play video games while his uncle was away. We'd make breakfast and do a bunch of stuff together, slowly but surely getting closer.

Anyways, I turned to my side to see Eddie sleeping peacefully, his arm lazily around my waist. His faint snores and his slightly agar mouth looked so adorable, my hand softly caressing his cheek. His lips slowly curved into a smile, his eyes opening. "Good morning Y/N." He said leaning into my touch.

"Good morning Eddie, how'd you sleep?" He smirked, "Great after last night." I giggled remembering last night, a night filled with soft high sex. Eddie was more of a rough and fast type of guy, but last night I convinced him to take things slow. He thought he wouldn't like it, but of course he eventually did.

He pulled me closer to him and gave me soft pecks on my lips, his arms wrapping around my figure. His hands roam around my body, firmly gripping my ass. I let out a soft moan, "Fuck princess." He starts kissing my shoulder as I start straddling him. I lean up and sit on his dick, his morning wood resting in between my other set of lips.

"Babygirl, I wanna spend the rest of the day fucking the shit out of you."

I smiled, "I'm not complaining Eddie," licking my lips and caressing my cheek. He chuckled and lifted my hips, ordering me to grab his thick 7-incher. I stuck the head in and soon fully sat on his lap.

"Oh my god Eddie."

"Fuck Y/N, so fucking wet for me baby." I start riding his dick, him roughly trusting his hip into mine. My breasts bounce as I ride him, Eddie of course enjoying the view. "Look at those fucking tits babe, so fucking sexy."

I pant as he stops thrusting into me and I start leaning forward with my hands on either side of his head. His hands went up to my hips, as I start moving my hips on his cock, him moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck babe, turn around I wanna see your ass." I hop off him and turn around, my ass his new view. I straddle him again and before I put him inside me, I shake my ass.

"Damn Y/N, you're so fucking pretty baby." He smacked my ass a few times before I put him inside me. I moaned softly before riding him, Eddie groaning at the sight of my ass.

"Shit princess, you're gonna make me fucking cum in your little fucking cunt." I feel him start thrusting into my core, making me let out a loud moan. "Daddy! Please! Fuck...harder!"

I feel his hands grip my hips painfully, bruises probably already forming. As he starts going faster, I start matching his thrusts.

"Fucking hell Y/N. I'm so fucking close."

"Mhm Daddy, make me cum around your dick baby, oh god."

I clench around his dick making him grunt and moan, slapping my ass. I feel myself about to cum around him, moans slipping out of my mouth with ease. I feel him sloppily thrust into before I feel his warm cream burst inside me. I feel myself releasing as I clenched around him.

"Oh fuck babygirl...shit your pussy is so fucking good." I blush as I hop of him, our cum dripping out my cunt. I leaned down and let Eddie see his work, him gripping my right ass cheek and spreading it, looking at my pussy leaking. "Damn sweetheart, such pretty fucking pussy."

He smacks my ass again before sitting up and leaning on the headboard, pulling me so my back against his chest. He spread my legs and started rubbing my sensitive clit. I leaned my head into his neck, moaning at his actions.

"Oh fuck princess, look how fucking wet you are. You look so pretty baby." I moaned softly, "Oh Daddy." I felt his dick get hard again, his cock resting under me, right on my thigh, next to my aching core. "That feel good princess? Huh? You want me to fuck your or to eat you out next?"

I start panting as I can't get words out. He started going faster, one hand rubbing my clit and his other pumping two fingers in me. He smacked my pussy, "I asked you a fucking question Y/N."

"Mmm, eat me out baby, I'm so wet for you. Ahh!" He kissed my face that was in his neck, "Good girl, lemme make you cum first. Cum on my fingers baby, lemme see that cream coat my fingers. What's my fucking name?"

He starts pumping his fingers faster, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Daddy! You're my Daddy! I'm all yours! My pussy is all yours! You own this pussy daddy! Nobody can fuck me like you do!"

"Damn Girl, you wanna cum so bad don't you? Good girl. You know this pussy is mine."

"Mhm, make me cum on you fingers daddy, I love you so fucking much. Oh god!" He kisses my cheek and smiles, "I love you more princess." He goes faster and now my legs feel so weak, I close my eyes and moan his name loudly. I clench around his fingers.

"Fuck I'm gonna-" I let go around his fingers, my pussy squirting instead of cumming. I moan hysterically as he kept fucking me with his fingers, overstimulating me.

"Holy shit Y/N, I didn't know you were a squirter." I blush and he notices, "Don't worry princess, it was probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Come on, let me out you out."

He comes from behind me as I sink into the sheets. I was fucking exhausted. He got in front of me and looked down at my dripping wet cunt. I saw his dick get hard at the sight, I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his long cock. God how'd I get so lucky.

He leans down and lays on the bed, his forearms holding himself up. His arms wrapped around my legs as I felt his hot breath ghosting on my wetness. "Damn babygirl. You look so fucking delicious. My pretty fucking pussy." He says as he licks a bold stripe through my folds. I moan softly at his actions, him chuckling at my actions. His chuckle sent vibrations through me, making me moan again.

He starts making figure 8s on my clit, licking, sucking, and biting it. I feel him start licking up and down my folds, inserting his tongue into my cunt. "Oh my god Eddie! You make me feel so good!" I feel him pull away and I start panting and groaning in protest, "What are you doing?"

"Eddie’s not my fucking name in the bed, you know what to fucking call me. Now you have to be punished. You understand me?" I nod my head and moan at the lack of pleasure. I was so fucking close.

He leans back down into me, "Listen to me. Don't you dare make another fucking sound, if you do you get punished. Keep your eyes on me, you close them or look somewhere else you get punished. Don't cum until I say you can, if you do you'll be punished. You hear me loud and clear?" I nod my head and then he chuckles at my actions, "Good girl, already being quiet."

I blush at his words as I felt his tongue go back into my cunt, him making eye contact with me. It was so hard not to moan, he was so fucking skilled. My hands grip the sheets as I look down at him. As he thrusts his tongue into me, I feel his hand gently rub my clit. I bit my lip and tried to keep my composure, my eyes wishing they were closed. He moaned in my pussy and I damn near bit my lip off, I wanted to cum so bad. "You close princess?" I nod my head as a start panting, Eddie rubbing my clit and tongue fucking me faster.

His hand comes up to my right breast, pinching my perked nipple between his fingers. I try my best not to moan before he speaks, "Fucking moan for me princess." As soon as he says that, I start moaning uncontrollably. Pushing his head closer in my pussy. I'm surprised we made eye contact for so long. He starts sucking my clit and I'm damn near about to cum on his face. "Tell me when you're about to cum princess."

"Daddy I'm so close, please let me cum. Let my cum coat your tongue Daddy. You're so good with me, oh god!" He smirks at my words, "Wait princess, I'm not done with you yet." He starts biting and making out with my clit, finishing off with his signature. "Cum you dirty fucking slut."

I gasp and moan as I release my juices all on his tongue. "Oh my god Daddy! I feel so good! Mmmm!" He licks and cleans my cum around my pussy, "You taste so fucking good." He leans back up and kissed my lips, him pulling me closer to him.

"I guess I do taste good." I says as I giggle with him. He kisses my cheeks as he grabs his cock, lining it up with my cunt. He rubbed the tip along my folds, moaning at my wetness.

"Damn babygirl. So fucking wet." I moan as he inserts himself in me, him collapsing on top of me. His forearms rest on both sides of my head, my hands resting on his cheeks. I felt his stubble, my juices still around his mouth. He started placing open mouthed kisses on my lips, fucking me harder and harder. He grunts as I clench around him, moaning his name.

"Daddy, please. Make me cum again. I wanna cum around your dick. Your dick is so fucking big, you make me feel so fucking filthy. I'm your dirty little whore."

He smirks at my words, "Damn princess. You make me so fucking hard. You want this dick badly, don't you babygirl?"

I nodded quickly, "I want that dick Daddy. Give it to me. Give it to me good baby. Oh God! I wanna suck your big dick after you make me cum Daddy. I want you to fuck my fucking face, make you feel good Daddy.” He moans at my words, "Damn Y/N, such a dirty girl for me."

I moan loudly as her starts slamming into my pussy. He looks down and moans, "Oh shit princess. Look at your cream all over your pussy. So fucking perfect." I look down to see our juices mixing, my cream all over my pussy and his dick.

I wrap my arms around his neck, "So good daddy. Don't fucking stop." I feel his dick hit my G-spot, making me scream in pleasure. "Right there daddy! Don't fucking stop! It feels so good!" He slams his dick into me, hitting me just right. I feel myself about to cum for the fourth time this morning. "Oh my god Daddy I'm so close! Make me cum on that big dick daddy!"

I feel him sloppily thrust in me as he groans, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum in that pussy. Oh baby." I bit my lip as I felt myself release around him. I soon felt him cum in me, pulling out and stroking himself. Even though I was tired, I was still willing to please my man. I got up on all fours and took his dick from his hands, him laying down on the bed behind him. I start sucking and kitty licking his tip.

"Stop teasing me Y/N. Suck me off." I feel myself getting wet at his words, making me go down on him all the way. I start bobbing my head, sucking and deep throating his 7 inch dick. "Damn princess, fuck me."

I giggle against him, him groaning at the vibrations. He sat back up and got off the bed, his dick leaving my mouth. I moaned from the lack of him, him chuckling at my neediness.

He got off the bed and stood in front of me, "Come here princess. Let me fuck your pretty little face." I moan at his words and crawled towards him. Once his dick was in front of me I opened my mouth and he shoved himself inside of me, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

I look at him with my puppy eyes and he notices, wincing at the feeling of his dick at the back of my throat. He starts fucking my throat faster, pulling my hair into a ponytail. He fucks my throat and stuffs my mouth with all of him, making me gag on him. He pulls out and does the same thing again, doing it over and over. "Fuck princess I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth." He pulls out, "Fucking cum in me daddy." 

He fucks my face again while looking at the mess he made on my face. My slobber is all over my mouth and chin from his dick. He moans at the sight before he stops fucking me and I take control. I start bobbing my head on his dick and stroking him, "Uhh fuck yes princess. Make me cum! Fucking hell." I feel his hips buck as his cum hits the back of my throat. He groans and moans as he cums. He pulls out once he's done, "Lemme see princess." I open my mouth to show him his cum on my tongue. He chuckles, "Swallow."

I swallow his salty cum as I look up at him, "Good girl." As we're both panting and trying to catch our breaths, Eddie tilts my chin and let's me kneel up to his height, kissing my lips. He gently wraps his arms around my hips as he picks me up.

I pull out of the kiss and notice he was walking into the kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast today princess?" I smile and look up at him, "Pancakes and bacon!" He smiled back at me and put me down on the floor, kissing my forehead, "Go put a shirt on love, I'll be back up there in a minute."

"Okay!" I say as I sway my hips going back into our bedroom, feeling his eyes stare my ass down. I look over my shoulder to see him already looking at me. "Don't make me fuck you again princess." He says as he gives me a knee weakening smirk.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I wrote this probably over 2 months ago and haven't done shit with it since. I thought it was cute but never elaborated on it.

So it is what it is. But it's about Nanami. ANYTHING to bring this man back lol.

SFW from what I can recall. Enjoy <3

Hear ... Me ... Out.

Nanami is at his favorite coffee shop one day and he sees this girl (woman, ok? don't get into semantics over it) and she is just a hot fucking mess.

Her hair is in the world's messiest bun on top of her head. It doesn't look like it's been brushed for a few days. Her clothes are like, less than casual. He doesn't want to use the word "sloppy", but damn. She look so sloppy rn that he has this overwhelming need to go straighten her up.

She's not ugly, not beautiful ... natural, though. But there's something about her that he is drawn to. She's kinda chubby. Which adds to her unique appearance(?), but with the right fitting clothes, she would be so cute, he thinks.

There's not a speck of make up on here face. And Nanami can't help but find that somewhat refreshing. There are stains on her sweatshirt from the coffee she is drinking. Crumbs on the table from her bagel with cream cheese.

GOD he wants to give her a napkin but doesn't want to offend her. What is the etiquette here, he wonders. Could he spin it so he comes off as polite? Caring, even?

He watches her for a while longer. Studies her face as she reads up on whatever textbook she's studying from. He can't get a good look at it, but it's a thick book.

Speaking of thick, he looks down to her thighs. They're thick, too.

His tired mind begins to wander uncontrollably to what she would feel like, what she would taste like. Then Nanamin catches himself staring too long. Spit pools in his mouth and he swallows hard. He looks away, hopefully before you catch him eating you up & out with his eyes.

But it's too late. You felt someone's gaze on you. And not just someone's. Fucking Kento Nanami's breathtaking brown eyes.

So now you're taking him in. And he is the most put together person you have ever seen. His blue button-up shirt is so well pressed that there isn't a single crease in it, even as he sits there in the cafe, it hugs his large arms looking like it was about to give at even the slightest miscalculated move. His tie hangs perfectly around his muscly neck. The light colored pants he wears - Oh God. They look like they're painted on. And they leave very little to the imagination.

He's got a tiny cup in front of him, his regular drink, espresso. But you don't know that's his regular drink. Because you have never seen him before. You don't even come to this cafe regularly. The one you like, the one closest to where you live, is having some renovations done. It has ruined more than one morning for you this week. Seeing the tall, ridiculously handsome man sitting across the seating area is starting to fix some of today's damages, though.

You tilt your head to the left and size him up, just like he was doing to you. But you're not even trying to be discreet. You decided that morning that you had nothing to lose by doing the societally deemed shameful things.

ie: oogling an attractive man, while you're looking like you're coming down from a 23 hour gambling bender with Toji (Nanamin doesn't know you know Toji and vice versa). Not that he'd permit you to keep associating yourself with him if anything were to become of the two of you.

No, he'd put a stop to that years ago. No proper lady of his would be fraternizing with garbage like Toji Fushiguro. No, no, no.

He's already decided he wants to talk to you. And while he has absolutely no reason to be shy about speaking with you, he can't bring his legs to move. That could be in large part to the considerable amount of blood that has pooled in the center of his body. He'll give it a minute and compose himself before he walks your way.

Nanami glances back at his newspaper and continues to read the daily stock updates. He sees movement in his periphery but thinks nothing of it because, after all, this is a busy cafe. It is a Wednesday. More people than you will move around.

It is you, though. You pack up your stuff, purposely leaving behind your cellphone beside your empty coffee cup, and walk toward him, holding eye contact for the entire time you're heading toward the exit.

He gets excited for some reason he can't yet understand and his pulse gets faster and faster the closer you get to his table for 1. Without thinking, he straightens up the scattered papers on the small table surface like he was expecting company. Your company.

But you turn at the very last second and push open the door to the sidewalk. The disappointment Nanamin feels crushes him like nothing he's quite experienced before. You are no one to him. He, in turn, knows that he's no one to you as well. Yet the dejected feelings remain in the forefront of his thoughts.

His eyes squint against the bright reflection of something silver on the table you were sitting at. You'd strategically forgotten and placed your phone to pick up the sun's light emerging from behind the clouds to get his attention.

It worked. He made his way across the cafe to the shiny object left behind. Picking it up, he tapped on the screen. To his great pleasure, there was no lock on the main screen. He had access to your photos. Your contacts. Your notes. Everything. He could look at everything.

Being the gentleman he is, Nanami thought it best to not look through it, though. He thought about giving it to the barista and letting them handle returning it to you. But there's no fun in that. He would track you down and give it back himself.

On the car ride to the "Return To" address in the phone, he felt his stomach turning. There was no reason for him to be nervous about this task, considering what his career is. He dealt with much worse shit than delivering a phone to a woman to whom he was attracted but couldn't figure out why. This was child's play. There was no curbing his excitement though.

Arriving outside your apartment building, he was surprised at how nice the place was. If he had to guess by just looking at you, he'd not have guessed a place such as this.

The doorman let Nanami pass with no problems. Looking as respectable as he does often grants him permissions that other people can't even entertain the idea of.

He pushed the button to call the elevator down and waited for it to carry him to the 14th floor.

Walking down the hallway until he found your place, he smoothed his tie down and knocked 3 times. He heard your footsteps coming as you padded your way closer to your door. And then he saw your shadow moving underneath, on the opposite side that he stood.

"Hello?" He said, his voice rumbly and deep. "You left your phone at the cafe we were both just at. I - thought I'd return it to you."

Nanami watched your shadow stretch out a little more and heard your fingers tap on the door as you looked through the peephole.

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[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 3

Summary: You and Bucky have a romantic moment interrupted, and the two of you tell James who Bucky really is to him.

What to expect: dirty talk, fluff

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Author's Note: I did change James' age to 3. I thought a toddler would be more cute :)

It was late. Hours had gone by quickly as you and Bucky talked and got to know each other – flirting with one another until neither of you could take it anymore.

“Makin’ me hard, baby,” Bucky moaned against your lips as you straddled his lap.

You giggled and kissed his neck. “That’s the plan.”

He closed his eyes – holding your hand to his chest as you made out with him. His cock bulged underneath his jeans, and as much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t do it anymore. Suddenly, he grabbed each side of your face and flipped you so that he was on top – breathing heavily while kissing rubbing your sides with his hands.

“If we do this,” he panted, “I’m not cumming in you again.”

“Deal,” you agreed. “I’ll swallow.”

Your answer made him moan – his hands pulling your shirt and bra off.

            “Swallow what, momma?” a little voice called out from the doorway.

Bucky immediately covered you up with your shirt before turning to face James.

“H-Hey buddy,” you nervously spoke – your voice shaking. “What’re you doing out of bed?”

James walked over and climbed into the bed. “Monster in my room.”

“Oh no, buddy,” your voice was sympathetic. “Maybe if you ask nicely, Bucky will go fight the monster off.”

James’ eyes lit up as he looked over at Bucky. “Please!” he begged. “Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled – getting out of the bed and going with James to his room. You could hear Bucky “fighting” the monster off for James – the sound of the little boy’s giggling making your heart smile. After a few minutes, Bucky returned to your room and sat against the headboard next to you in the bed. “We need to tell him.”

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder. “I know…I just…don’t know how.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he kissed the top of your head. “Together.”

“I can’t believe he walked in on us,” you blushed hard – feeling embarrassed.

“Ah,” Bucky smacked his lips, “he didn’t see anything.”

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Maybe we lock the door next time…Not used to having someone in my bed as a mom.”

He gave you a suspicious look. “When was the last time you…you know.”

You clicked your tongue. “Three years ago…with a handsome man I met in Bucharest.”

“So, I really did ruin you for other men,” he laughed – wrapping his arms around you and kissing your lips.

“You did…It’s also a little difficult to spend time with someone when you’re a single parent.”

He nodded – the guilt evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized. “Hopefully, you won’t have to be anymore.”

“You’re really going for this, huh?” You looked up at him.

He sighed. “I am.” He held your face in his hands. “For the past ninety years, I’ve done nothing but fight wars for people who tell me to fight them.” His voice was soft as he spoke. “I’ve…well, recently, I’ve been looking for some reason to keep fighting but also be free…now that Hydra is out of my head, and I’ve got my life back…I can’t think of anything more worth fighting for than a family. Being a dad is something I never thought I’d be able to do.”

Your eyes welled up with his words, and without saying anything in response, you again straddled his lap and pulled him in for a deep kiss – running your fingers through his hair. He retook your shirt and bra off and placed his kisses on your neck down to your breasts – your fingers clutching his hair and holding him close to you. You knew you had missed him during the past three years – your son being his spitting image reminding you on a daily basis of the man you slept with – but you never imagined how close you truly needed him.

Early the next morning, you and Bucky are up and making breakfast for your sleeping toddler. Both of you had agreed that it would be best to tell James who Bucky actually is instead of dragging it out and potentially facing a worse outcome.

“So, how would you feel about you and James coming back to New York with me?” Bucky asked while flipping pancakes. “I’m only in Madripoor for a little while for work.”

“Work?” you questioned – raising an eyebrow.

He sighed and nodded. “Someone recreated the super soldier serum,” he told you. “We got a lead that it’s here in Madripoor.”

“I don’t know Bucky,” you exhaled. “I’m here so that we can be safe…if we go back to New York…we’re not safe.”

“You will be…with me,” he assured. “I will do any and everything to keep you both safe.”

You looked down before walking up to Bucky. “James is a natural-born super soldier,” you told him.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that he inherited both of our enhanced genetics,” you explained. “He’s…people want him.”

“No one will hurt him,” Bucky swore to you – holding your face in his hands. He pressed a soft and deep kiss to your lips.

            “Ewie!” You heard James’ voice call out.

You chuckled and turned to look towards him. “Well, good morning buddy.”

“Mornin’ momma,” he greeted you. “I smelled pancakes.”

“Yes you did!” Bucky smiled. “Your momma and I made you some very yummy pancakes.”

James clapped as Bucky placed a plate in front of him and a cup of juice. “Momma, why you kiss your friend?”

You and Bucky looked at each other – you both knew this had to happen. “Hey, James,” Bucky began as the two of you sat down, “your momma and I need to tell you something.”

“Is it secret?” the toddler asked – his beautiful blue eyes looking up to the two of you.

“No buddy,” your voice was soft as you took a deep breath. “Do…do you remember when momma told you that you have a daddy, but I misplaced him?” James nodded, and Bucky took your hand. “Well…,” you took a deep breath. How would he take the news? Would he be upset that he was now having some man coming into his life? Would he be excited to have a dad? There was only one way to find out. “James…buddy…this is your daddy.”

The three-year-old’s blue eyes widened, and he looked towards Bucky. “Are you really my daddy?”

Bucky nodded. “I am, buddy.” His voice had a hint of shakiness in it – his eyes fighting back the tears he wanted to shed. “And I’m so sorry that I haven’t been –”

Bucky’s words were cut off when James got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around Bucky – the sight before you warming your heart. “It’s otay, daddy…momma just misplaced you…I lose my toys sometimes, and when I find them, I’m super happy!”

You and Bucky chuckled at your son’s enthusiasm. “I wanna give you something, buddy,” Bucky said – taking his dog tags from around his neck and handing them to James. “These are what they call dog tags,” he explained – James looking over them with interest.

“Momma has these too!”

Bucky nodded. “Anyone who is in the military gets them,” he replied. “They’re super special, okay? I want you to take good care of them.”

“Can I wear them?” James asked with excitement.

Bucky smiled widely. “Of course you can.”

James’ eyes read over the words, and he sounded them out the best he could. “M-M-Mar-March ten, nine-nineteen seventeen…is that your birthday?”

“It is,” Bucky confirmed.

“So how old are you, daddy?” he asked – the curious boy looking up at his father.

“Super old,” Bucky chuckled. “I’m one-hundred and six years old.”

“Wow!” the toddler exclaimed. “I wanna be that old!”

“Well, if you eat a bunch of good food and exercise, you could be,” Bucky smiled.

Watching their interaction as father and son warmed your heart more than anything. When had found out you were pregnant, you never imagined that Bucky would actually want to be in your son’s life…you had believed it was nothing more than a one night stand, but thankfully, the soldier was here to prove you wrong.

[theinnerunderrain]

In the Greed to play God [Yan! Pantalone x Saintess! Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of poverty and harassment, religious themes, minor character death, brief description of blood, infantilizing behaviors, naive reader, attempted murder.

Word count: 3.6k

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He who is not content with what he has, would not be content with what he would like to have.

Due to his upbringing in poverty, he had a profound yearning for greener pastures and a warm shelter over his head. Every night at the dinner table, he desired delectable food, Pantalone was tired of the same stale bread he ate on a daily basis but he merely indulge in that thing for the need of survival. He wanted soft, undamaged clothing that would truly keep him warm in the elements, not some rag that barely covered his malnourished chest, prompting the young children from wealthy households to point and laugh at him.

Those were the sort of privileges he desired.

These, in his opinion, were necessities for the majority of humanity but privileges for the unfortunate ones who were born within the wrong womb. Why didn't the poor have access to a system that allowed them to eat or take a shower? Why must a child suffer for a parent's mistake? For a country that was responsible for being the household of mora, it was laughable how many of its citizens still linger within poverty, waiting for some miracle to occur.

Pantone couldn't frankly understand either.

The visions are believed to be granted to those with compelling ambitions, but despite having the pure resolve to acquire those privileges to lead a comfortable life, he never received one. Was he not worthy in the eyes of the Gods? Was the desire to just live insufficient? What sort of desire must one have to obtain a God's favor?

Money may not have been the world's greatest virtue, but it is the one thing that unifies civilizations and organizes its people. The world is controlled by a small piece of parchment. Certainly not the Almighty beings that are endlessly preached of across all nations. Unlike currency, God does not rule the earth.

As a corollary, money has much more power to influence people than the faith in God.

Pantalone felt a twinge of humour as he observed Capitano tugging you behind him as he led you through the Cathedral with your small hands cradled in his palm. Although he never had the opportunity to experience it firsthand, it was similar to a toddler being guided by their parents on the first day of school, completely lost and hesitant.

As you took in your surroundings slowly, your eyes glowed with wonder and danced wildly over the room. It was clear that this was your first time seeing the cathedral's beautiful architecture, clad with towering walls painted with the finest art and large colorful windows that allow a significant amount of sunlight to filtered through. The cathedral was as grand as the Tsaritsa palace, so magnificently marvellous in comparison to your parents' small tavern that now simply stood as a dull building.

Capitano visibly decelerated his steps as you and him proceeded up the enormous stairs in an effort to prevent you from tumbling backwards. A quiet apology was spoken after you managed to trip up a few steps, but Capitano's hands were soon encircling your waist to steady you, seemingly rather used to your clumsiness instead of scolding you. You managed to ascend the steps without stumbling, but you were obviously exhausted after ascending all of those stairs with the way your lips were parted and small pants escaped your lungs.

"Welcome, Sir Capitano and Lady [First Name]."

He grinned as he drank in your somewhat stumpy appearance. Despite the fact that your beauty was rather prominent, the trip to the capital must have been quite difficult based on your untidy hair and slightly soiled outfit. But you overall seem to be in good shape, something he'll applaud Capitano for knowing the man's rather brutal personality.

"Pantalone. I can trust that you have our accommodations arranged? The journey was fairly comprehensive."

Ah, straightforward as always.

His golden eyes follow you as you cower behind Capitano while he speaks. Your gaze barely lingered on him for a brief moment before it vanished when you discovered him staring at you with that smile cast on his lips. Since he had heard that you had been removed against your request from your own home after being nurtured by your parents for so long, he figured that your fearful personality was to be anticipated.

"All of the preparations have been made by my employees. Before you depart, why jot exchange a proper introduction?"

He gestures toward you after catching a glimpse of the hostility building beneath Capitano's mask. The three of you remained motionless before Capitano prodded you to speak and introduced yourself despite your obvious discomfort. Pantalone was not at all nearly as tall as the warrior, but you still seem rather diminutive in comparison to him. Could it be that you're naturally timid, therefore it makes you seem smaller than you are?

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir Pantalone."

Given the strangeness surrounding him and the fact that Pantalone is a relatively foreign name in the region of Snezhnaya, you begin to question that Pantalone was even his authentic name. His name glides off your tongue somewhat smoothly despite the slight quiver within your voice.

"Please, Pantalone or simply just sir is enough for me. No need to be so formal."

He laughs just as one of the maids enters the corridor, clearly eager to accompany you and Capitano to your quarters despite his displeasure. Perhaps he'll receive a better opportunity to interact with you more later? But he supposed it's not the right time at this moment, especially not with Capitano's obvious eyes lingering on your form like a protective predator trying to secure its prey. Besides that Capitano wasn't the type to linger around him unless he needed to discuss some political or funding matter so eagerness to escape the man was rather obvious.

"I'm ready to accompany our guests to their rooms, sir."

Capitano seems to have noticed the gleam of predation hidden within the younger man's golden hues as he drew you back behind his back. Although his demeanor remains unchanged.

What an annoyingly perceptive man.

"Ah, I imagine it would be impolite of me to keep you all here much longer. Enjoy your night and please do join me tomorrow for breakfast."

Countless thoughts began to pour through his mind like a wrecking tsunami as he watched as the maid escorted you out of the main hall. Perhaps he's making the right investment this time? Well, he always makes the right investment, but perhaps indulging a prospect of his wealth to a religious factor wasn't a terrible choice?

But when given the chance, he too wasn't reluctant to charge at his prey. Perhaps Capitano should be more watchful of his little pet? Nothing in Snezhnaya, after all, is capable of eluding his grasp. He may want to be concerned about a rat breaking out at night and getting into your room, since rats are rather pesky.

But perhaps he'll be the one to save you from the rat?

We'll simply have to wait and see.

Don't be too startled to catch a glimpse of a wandering rat late at night.

-

Despite the fact that nothing could truly compete with the comfort of your own home, you would have to acknowledge that the chamber you were staying in was rather pleasant. The room was rather large and was covered in a fancy-like wallpaper, and the mattress was large enough to fit more than three people. It wasn't nearly as chummy as your old bedroom within your parents' tavern, but you practically felt like royalty with the insane amount of gold furniture within the room.

You snuggled under the blanket and felt taken aback by how plush it was—it almost felt like you were lounging in a cloud-like swamp.

Warm, and soft.

You steadily close your eyes as you make a conscious effort to float away into Dreamland, a pleasant smile creeping across your face. After spending the prior weeks sleeping in tents, you were somewhat grateful to finally have the opportunity to rest within a comfortable bed. But just as you're almost certain to nod off. You were abruptly awakened by a quiet knock against your door, which caused you to sit up against the headboard and call to the person.

"What is it?"

For a fraction of a second, there was silence in the air, forcing an unpleasant feeling to sweep through your gut as you stare at the door, awaiting for their answer.

"...Sir Capitano has directed that I deliver this sleeping aid. May I come in?"

At this hour? Despite the fact it was too difficult to comprehend the miniature clock above your vanity, you figured it was probably past midnight at this point. However, Capitano wasn't a stranger with the practice of foregoing sleep in order to maintain an eye on you. Therefore, maybe it wasn't strange for him to send medicine at this time either?

"You may come in."

Speaking hesitantly, you watched as the door steadily creaked open to let a young maid, possibly even younger than you, enter the room carrying a small candle.

The maid flashed you a gentle smile, strolling to the side of your bed before carefully placing the candle next to your nightstand and pulling out a small pack of medication. Her hair was knotted in two twin braids, and the candle's radiance barely highlighted the freckles within her cheeks.

You were expecting her to deliver you the medication, but instead she simply threw the container to the floor where the contents slipped into the abyss beneath the mattress. Her other hand carefully unlatched the back of her garment to show a sharp blade that shone in the moonlight filtering through the window.

"What are you doing-!"

The young girl lunges forward, her free hand clamping against your lips to keep you from wailing loudly. The blade mockingly glowed brightly as she raised the dagger in the air, evoking memories of the shooting stars your parents used to take you to see. In an attempt to buy yourself some time to free yourself from her grip, you squirm and struggle whilst pleading with her with your eyes, praying that she would take pity on you.

You momentarily caught a glimpse of hesitancy within her dark eyes. She seemed unsure of whether she was prepared to end the life of another person owing to the manner she held the blade—it was somewhat wobbly and hesitant. She was able to stifle her turmoil, though, as she attempted to strike you with the knife whilst quietly apologising.

You shut your eyes and braced yourself for a piercing agony, but all you felt was her hand slipping away from your face. As warm liquid spilled all over your body, a ferocious cry broke the air as the sound of the maid's body slumping onto the floor. The metallic smell of blood started to permeate your senses at this point, and you painfully realised what the substance was, which drove your breathing to become bulkier.

Despite the sound of delicate footsteps creeping toward your bed, you firmly kept your eyes closed due to being fearful of being disturbed by the sight of the bloody corpse of the maid.

"[First Name]."

It wasn't the usual deep, solemn voice you had grown accustomed to hearing instead, it sounded distinctive. As opposed to that, this person's voice was rich and smooth, slipping gently into your ears like a gemstone gliding upon glass. The individual steadily stroked his fingers along your face, delicately cleaning the blood from your cheeks. His fingers were frigid, perhaps colder than Capitano's, leading you to conclude that your saviour was indeed eviler than Capitano.

"Everything is fine. All you have to do now is go back to sleep."

A hand tenderly eased your head towards the pillow as he murmured, fanning his breath across your cheeks as if he were nudging you to return to sleep despite the obscurity of the situation.

Yet, you were deeply afraid.

Opting to close your eyes for the duration of the procedure, attempting to ignore how the foot of the mattress dipped a bit beneath his body as he sat down. Straining to disregard the way his fingers traced the tiny contours within your face whilst sliding your tresses behind your ears. Your subconscious was hollering at you to go to sleep, to gradually wash out the stillness of his humming, and to eventually rinse out the severity of your predicament.

Several minutes seemed to pass by at this time, and your body started to feel somewhat heavier and your thoughts started to become muddled, as if you were evaporating from your current body. You can feel his fingertips tracing along your lips as the background humming continues on, gently lulling you into sleep.

A soothing "goodnight" was spoken into your ears as you were parting, followed by the warm sensation of something damp being placed on top of your forehead. A brief opening of your eyes allows you to see dark wavy hair and a set of golden eyes that gleam in the shadows, accompanied by plush lips that curve in a mischievous smile. Before you were capable of falling asleep and wandering off again to your dreamland.

-

The blood that had previously been soaking onto your skin and nightgown had already been cleansed by the time you woke up the following morning. In fact, you had changed entirely into a different gown. The young maid's body, along with the blood that had been on the floor, had all vanished.

The room appeared to be completely normal, as if nothing abnormal had happened.

You hunt for the medication that the maid had formerly dropped, feeling somewhat agitated, underneath your bed frame. Nothing, not even a single dust particle, was found underneath the bed.

Was it merely a nightmare?

A number of maids accompanied you in getting dressed and guided you to slip on a breathtaking white dress that spilled to your knees and had sleeves with cuffs that reached just above your elbow. They attached pearl embellishments to your hair, giving it the appearance as if there was an unending sea of shimmering pearls within your mane.

You peek at your reflection in the mirror, a little taken aback by how unusual you seem to be. You felt very different and possibly even more sophisticated than before thanks to all of these expensive clothes and accessories. You would even get that this dress probably cost more than your parents' tavern, even if they managed to rack up a lot of money within the span of a couple months.

One of the maids led you down into the main dining area, where Capitano and Pantalone were seated. They appeared to be having a brief conversation before your quiet footsteps reverberated throughout the space, prompting them to turn their attention towards you. Following a charming smile, Pantalone motioned for you to take a seat next to him and directly across from Capitano.

"Ah, [First Name]. Here, take a seat."

You took a seat, feeling a little stiff as you adjusted the length of your dress into place before dragging the chair up to the table.

"How was your sleep last night?"

Pantalone muses as he pushes a tea cup decorated with delicate floral motifs towards your direction. If you were to judge the cup solely by its appearance, you would undoubtedly conclude that it is made of exquisite porcelain, which is more expensive than the entirety of your closet at home.

"For most part, it was alright."

You answered, taking a tiny sip of the hot tea as you could feel two sets of eyes penetrating your head as they intently listened to your words.

"B..But I did have a strange dream last night."

You acknowledge that you still find it unsettling to glance at Pantalone as you set the cup back down on the plate and peered at Capitano who wordlessly stared back at you. Something about Pantalone simply seems so unnerving, yet it could be that you've known the Captain for a lot longer.

"Oh? Would you care to elaborate?"

At this point, would they even accept your words? Even you aren't sure if what happened last night was actually the truth or if it was all just a flocking dream. There was no proof that anything occurred, not even a single stain of left behind blood.

"I..it was just a silly childish nightmare. Can we start eating, please?"

As if inviting you to do the same, Pantalone hummed at you before picking up his eating utensils. Following suit, you take the fork and knife out and carefully cut into the piece of warm bacon that is stretched out in front of you before slipping the tender piece of meat into your mouth. Even if you've never encountered any difficulties getting food for your dinner, the piece of beef couldn't be compared in the slightest to the meals your parents prepared. The beef was incredibly soft, perfectly seasoned and sweet, and it melted upon your tongue.

Pantalone seems to notice how your eyes light up as a small laugh escapes his lips, forcing your face to blush in shame.

"The food is quite enjoyable, no need to feel embarrassed."

Despite his efforts to put you at ease, you couldn't help feeling as though he was subtly mocking you and patronizing you like some sort of innocent little girl. However, you made no attempt to reply, choosing instead to merely chuckle. However, Capitano was the first to seek to initiate a genuine conversation, slamming his glass onto the table irrespective of the fact that it appeared to be an unconscious action.

"Pantalone, let us carry on the discussion we established earlier."

Curiosity piqued at his words, and Pantalone turned his attention back from you to peer at the masked man seated next to him. Apart from the water bottle he had just consumed, his supper was left unattended.

"My apologies, Captain. It appears as if I've accidentally become distracted."

His eyes momentarily lingered on your face before shifting to Capitano as he grinned. He shifted the plate to the centre of the table before propping his elbows against the wooden and resting his head onto his hands.

"Many of the children within Arlecchino's orphanage have now successfully completed their coming-of-age ritual. This indicates that many of them have the capacity to enter the war."

Children? War? Capitano actually intends to just let children participate in fighting? You were aware of how critical the situation was at the moment, yet it was still unethical to use children as troops.

"That's correct, yet I have received reports that a large number of those children lack competence across several aspects. Therefore, I do not think that funding a futile military is really appropriate."

In response to Pantalone's statement, Capitano nodded thoughtfully with his palm resting just beneath the area of his helmet that corresponds to where his chin should be. Even though you couldn't fully understand the circumstances, the wording they used while speaking regarding children was simply too callous, and the issue must be resolved in a different way.

"C.. couldn't we simply use another method that doesn't have to involve the children? If they're not well versed with military combat perhaps they could be placed as medical examiners."

Now that you had interrupted their talk, both men's eyes turned back to you, appearing a little bewildered at your suggestion. You gradually regretted meddling with their discussion once there was a brief period of stillness. In the back of your head, you're steadily creating excuses.

"Earth may be able to supply all human necessities, but not for all human greed."

Pantalone grinned, his eyes forming the appearance of a half-moon as they wrinkled. The moon was a stunningly magnificent phenomenon that gave light to the inhabitants of earth, despite its affiliation with the darkness. A beacon of light.

However, despite his outward attractiveness, the man sitting next to you seems to be the moon's antithesis—something much more ruthless and searing, precisely like the vivid flames.

"With the exception of materialism, nothing renders us more vulnerable to attacks than loneliness that comes from greed."

Despite your trepidation, you responded, directing your attention away from his gaze and maintaining a somewhat consistent voice.

Such a tenacious little thing.

Pantalone had postulated that given that you and Capitano were rather intimate, you might have been a little downtrodden and dreary to blend in better with the Captain. However, you persisted in tenaciously upholding your moral beliefs, appropriate of the Saintess, he may assert. He hoped that you would tune in on his exchange. He laughed at your determination, his voice gliding smoothly across your ears prompting you to become flustered, perhaps thinking you somehow made a fool of yourself.

"That might be the case. I beg to differ, though, considering human greed is what inspires mankind to flourish. We would never blossom into fully formed human beings if we remained content with only one thing."

"But if there were no such thing as greed, there would be no conflict and no suffering."

As he listened to your words, Pantalone's peculiar sensation intensified. He could feel his heart thumping and wilting with obvious exuberance. Maybe the delicate birdie that Capitano is so passionate about preserving is sturdier than he initially imagined.

"Without the conception of misery, in my perception, humanity cannot exist. Since we are simply human beings and not representatives of the celestial race, we must undergo a few types of discomfort. It's what makes us humans."

His golden eyes meticulously examine your face, observing the furrow your brows make in frustration, how your lips tighten as you struggle to come up with a response.

How adorable.

Capitano, though, cut short his amusement. A fleeting expression of irritation develops on his face, then quickly vanishes and his face contorted into the usual light-hearted grin.

"[First Name]. It is inappropriate to be interrupting a conversation like this."

At his remarks, you immediately shrank back, a little pout forming on your lips as your shoulders sagged in defeat. You continue to eat your meal, nibbling at the piece of bacon gently in the manner of a squirrel devouring some pine nuts. A soft apology escapes your lips, your tone barely above a whisper.

Perhaps Pantalone was wrong.

Perhaps his avarice did reach the boundaries of the sky. Maybe his passion went beyond the minimum essentials. He desired more, or perhaps he regarded you as an essential. You were constantly brimming with life and vivacious, precisely like a whistling bird.

What a courageous little thing, chirping away at your moral principles and attempting to change his viewpoint. If you become sufficiently obedient, he might be willing to dress you in the most luxurious fabrics and jewellery. Or perhaps he just wants to enjoy your chirping for a little while longer. It's just invigorating to hear other principles than those within a community that faithfully adhered to one Tsaritsa principle.

Indeed, you would appear fairly beautiful dressed in pure white, possibly even with a satin veil thick enough for you to see through while obscuring your beauty from the gaze of some other man in lament.

But for the time being, he is content as long as you continue to chirp him your beautiful songs.

For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world. 1 John 2:16

[valorascult]

♡ Act Like a Lady ♡

No matter what, genuine kindness will always shine through your face and aura.

Stop wearing yoga pants all the time.

Turn your 'boring' tasks into beautiful ones. Turn on classical music, act like a princess, pretend you are in a movie, romanticize everything; seriously!

Keep your nails clean and polished. You do not need to spend lots of $$$ on them a month if you don't want to, a clear coat over your natural nails is perfect. Keep your hands looking as neat as possible by keeping a lotion in your bag at all times [I recommend 'bag balm' it's affordable and better than anything else I have tried]

Always smell nice. Invest in a perfume you absolutely love. I promise, it feels amazing once you discover 'your scent'. Also - may I suggest vanilla essential oil in your hair, i've gotten many compliments on it.

Stop following trends - they all die out and then you are left with clothing / items you no longer use. Create a timeless wardrobe, something you are able to wear all year round.

Remember, you are high matinence to keep yourself from spending lots of money. The more you spend on cheap items, the more you will have to replace them. Only invest in quality items.

Have hobbies. Attractive women have hobbies outside of work. If you don't have one, this is a perfect time to learn something new. Invest in yourself daily. Try dancing, cooking, make handmade soaps, skincare products, learn herbalism, sewing, youtube channel, a new blog, etc;!!