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Between the Shadow and the Soul║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| Between the Shadow and the Soul | part of the A Savage Place collection ║ series masterlist ║ main masterlist ║

| PAIRING(s): sub!Joel Miller x dom!fem!OC | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 6.4k | CONTENT: exploration of power dynamics, submissive and domination practices, dirty talk, rewards and punishments, pegging (YAY!), some degradation type kink stuff idk, one moment of mommy kink I guess, Joel loves to throw himself a pity party & dom!fem!OC has no interest in letting that fester

| SYNOPSIS: Pegging, but make it therapeutic. And maybe a little romantic?

“It’s right back here,” Chris calls over his shoulder to you. He waves his arm in a wide arc without glancing back, motioning you to the storage area of his shop.

You follow with barely contained excitement at what awaits.

“Here’s the loot,” he chortles. He reveals the items in question with an abrupt yank on a heavy blanket shrouding it. He gestures broadly at several dingy looking boxes that were hidden beneath.

You peer into the closest one that’s open and can’t help but gasp at the glorious sight before you: a variety of sex toys and intimacy products still in their original packaging. No sun bleaching. No molding. No wear and tear. Almost perfect condition.

“How?!” you practically shriek. “In the back stockroom of some toy shop. Shopping center next to a mall,” Chris readily explains with a shared enthusiasm. “Must’ve been in the middle of unpacking a new shipment or something because most of it was in the box still, like you see it here.”

“But they’re in such good condition!” you marvel.

“Yeah, the stuff closer to the front that wasn’t picked over already was damaged by sunlight or whatever else, but this treasure trove right here was tucked away near the back. Still got some sun and air, but not enough to damage them. I told Alex I officially believe in miracles now,” he snorts.

“Yeah, no kidding!” you laugh with effusive mirth. “I can’t believe this. Seriously. You know how long I’ve been looking for this kind of stuff?!”

“Probably about as long as I have,” he titters gleefully.

“Hey, you have the real thing at home, and I know Alex is hung like a horse based on how he carries himself,” you point out with feigned indignation.

“Yeah yeah, but it’s still fun to have toys!” he retorts with a wistful edge to his voice.

You couldn’t argue with him on that account. You thank the heavens above that Chris and Alex have a soft spot for you after you helped them link up. Alex routinely oversaw more of the specialized patrol missions, and you’d known it in your bones the moment you met Chris that the two of them would hit it off. When you and Alex set out on a 3 day scouting trip all those moons ago, you’d convinced him by the end of it to strike up a conversation with Chris just to “see where things went.” Of course they didn’t even make it through their first outing to get drinks together before they were infatuated with one another.

“And the real thing I have at home was just about as excited as you and me are,” he adds. “Has his eye on a few things, but don’t worry, though. I already old him it was only right that you get first pick.”

You waste no time rummaging through the goods. You snatch up several items you know will serve you well. When your hand hesitates over the packaging of a strap-on harness, Chris lifts a curious brow. You grin and roll your eyes at his silent probing.

“Dare I ask who the special lady is?” he questions in a sing-song voice.

When you purse your lips into a poorly contained smirk, his eyebrows lift into his hairline. “Oh, a special man?”

He eyes the strap harness before looking back at you with a wicked grin. “Okay, I’m not gonna ask about it today, but you WILL be spilling all the details at some point.”

You giggle and agree you’ll eventually share some of the particulars about your “mystery man.” After going through each and every box, you set out with a hefty bag of goods, satisfied with your haul and all the possibilities it facilitated. You could hardly wait to get into all of it and surprise Joel with a few things. You thankfully didn’t have to wait long for an opportunity as it was only a few days later that he was able to meet up at your house.

It had been almost two weeks since you’d been able to spend time together outside of patrols. His mood had shifted into something closer to his previously staunch antagonism, and you weren’t sure if he was dealing with something privately or if he was just sulking over your stringent expectations of his behavior when you were apart. If it was the latter, not being allowed to get yourself off for a little while certainly didn’t warrant such a surly disposition.

Something felt off, though. It wasn’t just the bitter, grouchy temperament that you’d come to know and dismantle over the months you’d been seeing each other. No, there was something else bubbling under the surface. Something more than sexual frustration, although you’re sure that didn’t help.

His sullen knock at the door was the first reminder of the semi-detached doldrum he’d taken to lately. You beckoned him inside and gave several languid kisses along the column of his neck the moment the door closed. Instead of meeting your physical advances, his hands gently wrapped around the span of your back and cupped you closer to him. When he released a ragged sigh, you knew it was going to be one of those times where he needed a little extra tenderness.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Joel drawls in a lazy hum.

“Hey, baby. What’s going on?” You push a few of the graying, curly strands from his forehead, taking the occasion to search his face for any indication of what had him so squarely in the clutches of unrest.

“Just havin’ a time right now with Ellie, is all,” he mumbles after a moment. His eyes focus on your shoulder and collarbones - anywhere but meeting your gaze - but there was a faraway look in them.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask carefully. The topic of Ellie always had the potential to be a sensitive one for Joel, and you had your suspicions for the past couple of weeks that there was some sort of unresolved issue between the two of them.

Joel shook his head gently. “Nah. Not ready.”

You nod and immediately back off the topic. Joel needed a safe place to run to, and you didn’t want to be another thing he was running from.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can take care of you today, okay? How does that sound?” you offer in a sultry, low voice.

“Sounds perfect, honey,” he agrees, his shoulders slumping at the pacifying reassurance you always provided.

You help him out of his jacket and boots before guiding him to the bathroom. You turn the shower on and strip him down while it warms up. The growing heat of the water begins to plume into a fog of cloudy steam inside the bathroom.

“Go on and sit,” you shoo him into the shower. You strip yourself and join him. Even with his large frame and broad shoulders, Joel looks so small in this moment, sitting wide legged on the built in shower bench with his head leaning against the wall behind him. You can see just how tired he looks when you’re eye to eye like this.

He appraises your naked body with a wanton, gluttonous fixation. His cock twitches in response to the gains yielded by his unabashed ogling. His hand edges towards where he’s already half-hard, but he doesn’t touch himself yet. Not without your permission.

You take your time angling the showerhead so the outpour of water cascades over his crown and downward between the stretch of sore muscles of his shoulder blades and back. His eyes close with a satisfied groan at the feeling of the heat over his tired, aching body.

You divert some of the water with your hands to douse his upper body. You grab the shampoo off to the side and spurt a small puddle of the rosemary and lavender scented liquid into the cup of your palm.

“You been a good boy?” you gently ease into some teasing. You rub the shampoo between your hands.

“Haven’t got off in over a fuckin’ week, if that’s what you’re askin’,” he snips impatiently.

You balk at his impolite tone. “Well don’t ruin all that now with such a bad attitude,” you chide.

He sighs and drops his shoulders. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking away and grasping his hands together in his lap before looking back up at you with a chastised, contrite expression. He extends a tentative reach and curves his hands around your waist in a meek bid for forgiveness.

“I’ll accept your apology, but don’t test my patience,” you warn.

You lather up the shampoo in his hair and work it over in kneading circles. His brows knit together. His eyes peacefully drift shut. You scratch at the base of his scalp, just where he likes. He lets out a low groan of relief.

“I know you’ve been having a hard time lately, Joel. That’s what I’m here for. I’m here to take care of you, give you what you need. So are you going to be a nice boy for mommy today and let me give you what you need?”

His eyes remain closed as you rinse the suds from his hair.

“Yes, ma’am,” he promises.

“That’s what I like to hear, sweet boy.”

You work up a soapy foam and wash him top to bottom. His cock is soft again by the time you make it down his legs, but there’ll be time for that later. Right now you need to get Joel into a clearer headspace, one with a less turbulent response pattern. You take extra care to wash his feet, knowing he doesn’t ever take the time to really look after them as well as he should. He moans at the kneading motions you rub along the arch of his feet.

“God that feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs.

You spend a few extra minutes massaging his knees, never able to forget the day that raider had knocked him down and added even more strain to his already bad joints. When you finally finish working over his muscles and washing him up, you direct the water back and forth to rinse any remaining residue.

Once the final specs of soap have been cleared away with the rush of hot water, you massage his temples and jaw where he endlessly overtaxed the muscles with incessant clenching and grinding - a longstanding bad habit that had made a return as of late.

He sighs and leans into your palliative hold, letting the hot water wash over his back. His arms circle your middle and hug you closer to him. Sometimes it was sloppy messes, wet kisses, and blood surging between thighs from the moment he came through your door. Other times, like today, it was something more intimate, a give and take.

He’d nestle himself right into the crag of reprieve and sanctuary you’d cleft into for him. You let him stay there for as long as he wanted, whenever he wanted. It felt good to be needed. It felt gratifying and substantial to guide something broken through the thick of it all and into someplace less fraught with the realities of life. You, too, could escape there right alongside him, swept up in the creation and execution of taking someone into yourself to safeguard and mold into a dulcified, amenable thing.

You cut the water off and wrap a soft towel around Joel’s shoulders. You help him towel dry his hair and upper body before exiting the shower and hug a towel over yourself. Joel drapes another clean towel around his waist and heads for the bedroom. You smile to yourself at the familiar routine that’s already been established between the two of you. As expected, he’s lying over the towels, spread across your bed, as he waits for you to join him.

You grab a clean, oversized t-shirt and pull it on to stave off the chill in the air. You grab the container of lotion from your dresser and head for the bed. Joel watches you with a soft fondness as you climb onto it and straddle him. You take a dab of lotion and rub it into his cheeks and nose.

“Still don’t see why I gotta get this stuff every time I shower over here,” he objects gruffly.

“Because you don’t ever lotion, Joel. Seriously, the only time you ever take care of your skin is when somebody else is forcing you to,” you huff in a laugh. “You’re sexy and all that, but nobody can pull off lizard skin. Not even you.”

He belly laughs at that and runs his palms over your bare thighs as you sit atop him. It’s nice to hear him laugh. You feel proud that you’ve already gotten him this relaxed.

“Besides, I know it feels good to finally get some moisture on this goddamn sandpaper you call skin. It just about drinks up every drop of lotion I’ve got every time I do this,” you point out.

“Mmmm, yeah. Does feel nice,” he admits with a sheepish, lazy grin.

You smile back at him and shake your head. “Silly boy. Already told you that’s what I’m here to do. To make you feel good if you’ve behaved yourself.”

“And, uh… today, do I…” he trails off.

You realize he thinks showering and some light pampering is all he’s getting rewarded with today.

“I mean, I just… you know, after a whole week - OVER a week, actually - of not havin’ any ‘stress relief’, especially when I really coulda used some,” he emphasizes.

“You’re the one that canceled last week,” you remind him pointedly.

“I know, I know. Didn’t want to. Somethin’ with Ellie came up, and … anyway, I didn’t cancel because I wanted to. God knows I’ve been goin’ outta my fuckin’ mind tryna follow your fuckin’ rules,” he gripes.

“Joel Miller, are you pouting because you couldn’t jerk yourself off for a few days?” you taunt.

Joel huffs loudly but doesn’t respond further.

“I asked you a question,” you caution.

He breathes out a weighted puff of air and nervously readjusts his body. “Look, it’s not- I’m not pouting. I just.. I missed bein’ with you, I guess. Needed you, like this,” he admits quietly.

You heave a half-exasperated sigh. It was hard to stay annoyed with him when he got like this. He sometimes put forth a weak effort to regain some of the control in your dynamic, but you could understood how hard it was for someone like Joel to give up control in the first place. If it wasn’t working for him anymore, you might’ve relented, but deep down you both knew he needed the reinforcement and structure you gave him. What you had worked for both of you, even if Joel sometimes tried to self-sabotage.

“I missed you, too, baby,” you yield. You rub lotion into the rest of his body and watch the rise and fall of his chest start to slow. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Joel shifts again under your touch.

“I guess I just–I dunno. I didn’t know what to expect comin’ over today. Never canceled on you before. Didn’t know if it was gonna be some punishment or somethin’ for it. Didn’t know if I’d done good enough to get rewarded,” he explains stiffly, nervously.

“You know if you follow my rules and obey me, you get rewarded. Why would that change?” you contend.

“I dunno,” he blows out in an exaggerated exhale, staring up at the ceiling. “I guess I just feel like I don’t know much of anythin’ anymore.”

Before Joel could slump any further into his own pity party, you decide to give him the swift kick to the ass you had to dole out every now and then to get him back on track. You lift away from straddling him and place both knees on one side next to his hip. You lean forward, one arm firmly planted beside his head.

“Well then let’s clear it up, Joel,” you hiss. His eyes light up excitedly at your change in tone.

“This–” you grit out, roughly grabbing his soft dick “–belongs to me.”

You slowly stroke him a few times, enjoying the way blood starts rushing to his cock and hardening under your touch. All too avid and supplicant at your directive.

“And you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about what happens to it because that’s for me to decide. Are we clear?” you press.

He lets out a choked moan and nods.

“SAY IT.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart,” he grinds out with effort.

“What’s mine, Joel?” you push.

“My dick. It’s yours. All yours,” he grits out when your strokes get firmer and faster. Beads of precome start to trickle freely from his swollen tip.

“Mmmmm, that’s right. Glad we could clear that up,” you chuckle humorlessly. Your hand drops lower beneath his balls, garnering a hitched breath and exhilarated stare from Joel.

“And this little hole is mine, too,” you murmur. You swirl the pad of your middle finger over his asshole and smile when you feel it pucker inward.

Joel swallows harshly and nods in agreement. “S’yours, baby.”

You hum with delight and agreement. “Good boy.”

Joel’s cock jumps at the simple plaudit, and you’re relieved that he’s finally veering away from feeling sorry for himself. “I just love when you obey me, Joel. It means I get to take such good care of you. Give you just what you need.”

You slide off the bed and saunter lazily to your closet where all your new goodies are tucked away. You bring out the opaque plastic container you’d housed them all in after sterilizing and cleaning everything.

“What’s all that?” Joel asks, almost breathless with anticipation.

“Just a few things I picked up,” you respond coyly. “Couldn’t pass them up once I realized I could find new ways to use you.”

Joel emits a needy groan at the possessive and maddeningly vague language around what was going to happen to him at your hand today.

“I’m going to sort through a few things here, and when I turn back around you’d better be on your belly with some pillows beneath you. I want your ass UP and waiting for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel agrees in a rush. You smile to yourself when you hear his hurried repositioning. You take your time pushing things around the container, tacking a few moments onto the process just to draw out the intoxicating thrill of anticipation.

When you turn and see him splayed out for you just as you commanded, you have to stop yourself from reaching between your legs.

“You’re such a good listener when you’re weak, honey,” you needle. “Haven’t gotten off in over a week, right? So fucking pussy drunk you’ll do whatever I say, just so you can come, huh? Pretty fucking pathetic.”

“Fuck,” Joel hisses under his breath. His cock is rock hard and pressing straight down between his thighs against the pillow. He grinds it pitifully against the pillows propping him up, searching for any sort of relief.

“I’m goin’ outta my fuckin’ mind,” he grates through his teeth. He really does sound pained.

“If you don’t stop complaining, I will find something to shut you up,” you warn him flatly.

“Just fuckin’ need you, baby, please,” he grumbles with a touch more humility.

“Where do you need me, Joel?” you tease.

“Anywhere,” he groans desperately.

You crouch down behind him and run an admiring pass of your hands over his backside. You spread them apart and shoot a hot ball of spit onto the opening in between. Joel jumps and moans at the sensation, and you give him no time to process it further before sliding the flat of your tongue against the glistening wet you spit onto him.

He bucks his hips into the pillows beneath him and lets out a loud, strained moan. He already sounds completely wrecked. You lap gently, delving your tongue inside of his opening every few passes, and settle into a slow rhythm until he relaxes beneath you. You only break away to grab at Joel’s mouth and command for him to spit into your hand. He gives you everything he can gather and makes a mess of your palm. You work the slippery wet over your fingers until they’re coated.

You gently cup and massage his balls while you advance your index finger inch by delicate inch into his taut ring of muscle. You laugh quietly under your breath as you watch your digit get practically swallowed into him without any effort from you.

“Such a needy little hole,” you mock. “Didn’t realize it craved my attention this bad.”

Joel groans and shifts his hips higher for easier access.

“Talk to me, baby. I wanna know how it feels.”

“Mmm, s’g-good. Like it. You make me feel–hnn–so good,” he answers in a stilted gasp.

When you pull out just enough for your fingertip to be all that’s still inside him, Joel’s hips cant backwards towards you, chasing the fill of you. He mumbles something quietly that you don’t catch.

“Speak up,” you reprimand, laying a harsh swat to the flesh of his backside. He jerks forward and moans before repeating himself.

“Fuck – just, maybe could you … just – more?” he asks in a hushed tone.

You exhale a laugh through your nose and spit on your index and middle fingers before gliding them inside. Joel tenses slightly at the added girth, and you rub encouraging circles against the back of his thigh with your free hand.

“You look so good opening up for me like this, baby,” you coo. “I wish you could see yourself spreading around my fingers. So fucking tight, but you’re taking them so well.”

“How can I–” he grunts, cutting himself off as he tries to relax into the intrusion.

“Just breathe through it and know it makes me happy when you take my fingers like this. So proud of you when you open up for me like this.”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Joel is taking the gentle push and pull of two fingers without any resistance. He’d only ever taken one before today, and you needed to get him more worked up if you wanted to do what you had in mind.

“God that feels fuckin’ weird but so damn good at the same time,” he huffs.

You can’t help but smile at the hint of confusion in his voice, the mystery of the pleasure his own body holds. The pillow beneath him is smeared with dribbles of precome, and you need to back off for a moment before he comes everywhere. He makes a noise of dissent when you slide your fingers all the way out.

“As much as I love that needy little hole of yours, mine comes first,” you remind him. You wipe your hands and between his thighs with one of the towels from the shower and make your way over to the box of goodies. Joel turns on his side to watch what you have planned for him. You take out the mid sized dildo to gauge his reaction, which turns out to be an almost comical look of panic.

“Don’t get too excited, baby boy. You haven’t earned this one yet,” you tut.

You pull out a bottle of lube that was revived once a little water was added to it and squirt a small amount onto the tip. It wasn’t as big as Joel - and therefore wouldn’t be as satisfying - but it would do for now in taking care of the throbbing feeling between your legs as well as getting Joel even more worked up and accepting of anything you gave him.

You pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly on the floor, as you head over to the bed once more. You kick the pillows to the side and lay on your back beside Joel. He eagerly scoots closer to you and runs his hands up and down the expanse of your body.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin' perfect,” he breathes.

You’ll never get over the earnest admiration in his voice when he compliments you during these quiet, shared moments. The gratitude and reverence in the lilt of his extolling makes your chest feel warm and light.

“Can I help you feel good, too?” he pleads with big eyes.

“Only because you’ve been so good for me.”

He breathes a smile and watches as you slowly insert the toy into your aching core. You sigh at the small but welcomed stretch, working it in and out with a steady rhythm. Joel’s mouth is on your hardened nipples, your neck, your earlobes, your ribcage, your clit. Anywhere and everywhere he can worship you with his mouth. It isn’t long before you’re clenching repeatedly onto the toy. Joel releases the suction of his mouth against your clit to watch the spasm of your muscles.

“God, I could watch that all fuckin’ day,” he muses, staring intently at your pussy as your orgasm starts to ebb away.

You pull the toy out and let him admire the glistening mixture of lube and your slick. You sit up slowly, with Joel mimicking the movement, and offer it to him. “Clean it.”

He quirks an eyebrow and reaches for it, presumably to take it to the bathroom to rinse it off. You grin at his misunderstanding. “With your mouth.”

Joel’s eyes narrow at you for a moment. “You really want me gaggin’ on that stupid thing and pukin’ all over your bed?” he scoffs.

“Never said that, but if that’s what I wanted then that’s exactly what you’d be doing,” you snip sternly.

Joel’s brow pinches together in a fluid movement before returning to something more neutral. He remains silent, but you notice the way his breath has picked up with the lift and sink of his chest. It was no secret to you that Joel got off on the idea of you commanding every idea, movement, and action of his, yet somehow he still managed to be surprised sometimes by his eagerness to be dominated and subjugated by someone he trusted and knew would never actively seek to harm him.

“On your knees,” you bite. He groans but positions himself as you instructed. You stand on the bed in front of him and hold the toy between your legs, right at his eye level. “Open your mouth and lick this cock clean.”

Joel considers the toy for a moment, a flush of heat gracing his cheeks, before looking back up at you.

“Tongue out, baby boy. Don’t get shy on me now,” you taunt.

He closes his eyes and sticks a sliver of tongue out. He starts grazing a small area near the base but doesn’t seem all that enthusiastic about it.

“You keep your eyes open and on me when you’re licking my cock clean,” you snap with a forceful grab to his hair.

Joel growls at the sudden pull on his scalp but keeps his eyes opened and trained on you.

“Stick it out, wide and flat,” you instruct. Joel complies, jutting his tongue all the way out and wide open for you. “Good boy.” You thrust the toy slowly against the flat of his tongue with a rolling motion of your hips as you use his mouth to clean it. You grow impatient with the task before it’s even halfway cleaned.

“That’s good enough. I’m ready to take that little hole of yours again,” you drawl.

You ignore Joel’s excited breathing as you exchange the toy for the smaller, curved one you made sure wouldn’t be too small to fit the strap harness. It wasn’t what you wanted to see shoving in and out of Joel’s asshole, but you had to start somewhere.

“On your belly, just like before,” you call over your shoulder.

You hear the rustling of Joel positioning himself, eager to please and eager to see what you’re gifting him with next. In the months you’d been exploring this dynamic together, you’d found that Joel liked a constant barrage of unknowns you’d throw at him, only to safely guide him to the other side of it where he’d be trying to catch his breath after being catapulted into yet another overwhelming, blissful climax. There was a thrill to it now for him, one that he hadn’t embraced at first. You can only hope he doesn’t fight you too hard on this one.

You quickly fasten the harness around your waist and legs and attach the small, curved dildo to it. You grab the bottle of lube to take with you back to bed. You spread Joel apart and dribble a cold stream of it onto him, letting it slither down to his hole that’s begging to be filled with you. Your index and middle fingers slide in without resistance. He was so worked up from everything that he was just about ready to take what you had for him.

“Roll over.”

Joel obeys, and you watch with stifled delight as he takes in your get up. His eyes snap up to yours with uncertainty.

“Knees up.”

Joel slowly draws his heels onto the edge of the bed and removes one of the pillows underneath his hips. When you stroke some lube up and down the small toy, something seems to snap in him. He huffs a sigh and drops an arm over his face.

“Joel, you need to use your words if this is something you don’t want,” you assert slowly and firmly. “You know how this works by now. You can’t expect me to know every little thought you have. If you want this to stop, it stops, but you have to tell me.”

“I know that. It’s not that. I trust you, I do–” he sighs, lifting his arm from his face and resting it above his head, “–I’ve just never done this shit before, alright? I’m tryna enjoy it, but that’s kinda hard to do when I’m wonderin’ if I’m gonna be shittin’ weird for the next week or somethin’.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. You wanted to tell him you’ve taken much bigger without any life-altering results, but you know it would only get the conversation incredibly off course.

“Have I ever hurt you, Joel?” you level at him.

He lets out a deep breath after a moment. “No.”

“Do you think I’d take advantage of this thing we’ve got?”

He shakes his head thoughtfully. “No.”

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you’re not referring to me correctly because I know you’re distracted, okay? But you need to trust me if this is going to work. So, you need to decide if you trust me to make you feel good and to take care of you how you need.”

Joel locks eyes with you and nods. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Good. Now put your fucking knees up and say thank you.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” Joel obliges.

You grab the base of the toy and guide the tip of it right to his rim. You slowly push inside, studying Joel’s face for any sign of pain.

“You’re opening up so good for me,” you praise as your gaze settles onto the toy already halfway inside.

“PLEASE CAN I FUCKIN’ TOUCH MY DICK,” Joel chokes out in a gasp.

“Go ahead, baby,” you answer calmly.

Joel grabs his rigid length and strokes himself vigorously. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you push the toy inside him all the way to the hilt. When you draw back out, a broken moan catches in his throat. You watch the pace of his hand up and down his length and mimic the same rhythm. It’s not long before he realizes you’re matching his movements, and his brow tightens and releases with the realization and acceptance of this novel pleasure.

“There you go. Just how you like it,” you coax softly. You smile as his eagerness intensifies. You love to watch him catch onto things, make these small discoveries about himself. This is a bigger leap than you’ve taken before - and maybe he still needs to be in control somewhat - but that spark of hunger you’ve ignited in him will only grow. You know one day soon he’ll be begging for you to fill him up with the biggest toy you’ve got while he’s on all fours.

You lean down for a moment to give him a slow, gentle kiss. You pull back slightly, rubbing your nose against his for a moment.

“Joel, what happens here - between us - it’s safe. So you can say what you’re dying to say. I see it all over your face how much you want to.”

You pull up and resume the steady thrusting motion from before. Joel’s hands grip the sheets in hard fists by his sides.

“You can say it, Joel. Tell me how much you love getting your tight, needy hole fucked by my cock,” you urge.

“Hrrmmpphh-fuck!–yesss–hnnffff,” he pants. Sweat is gathering in glimmering beads along his hairline and forehead.

“You’ve got such a greedy little hole for me to fuck, don’t you?”

“Gahh–AGH—YES,” he croaks. He’s starting to writhe underneath you. You wrap your hands over his hip bones and thrust harder.

“You know I wanna hear you say it, baby.”

“I–GOD, fuck yes–please,” Joel pants. “I fuckin’ have a — god dammit, such a - have such a greedy little hole I want you to fuck.”

“Yeah, you do, huh?” you chuckle. “I love watching how well you take it. You take my cock so well, Joel. You were just made for me to use.”

“Feels so fuckin’ good, honey,” he moans as you pick up the pace.

The muscles in his stomach begin to tense up, and you watch as it dawns on Joel that he’s coming. His mouth stretches open to a silent scream as his hands fly over top of yours, squeezing and grabbing for something to keep hold of him.

“Oh, fuck yeah. There we go,” you laud as you watch heavy beads of semi-clear white spend dribble from his angry, red tip.

You fuck him through it, tilting his hips up when they drop so you can keep nudging against his prostate. When you pull out of him, he’s still coming down from what you can only assume is his first prostate orgasm. Just in case he could ever forget how good you make him feel, you want to add on one final novelty.

“Hands and knees,” you instruct coolly.

“I-I can’t,” Joel exhales heavily.

“Hands and knees or it’s two weeks without coming.”

As expected, Joel complies to avoid the punishment. You squirt more lube onto the toy and settle on your back beneath him, once again moving the pillows out of the way with a quick kick. Before you can give him his next instruction, Joel’s mouth is on yours with a heavy, impassioned kiss.

He groans into your mouth, sucking and licking into it as if the oxygen from your lungs is all the air that he has in order to breathe. The intensity and undeniable intimacy of it catches you off guard, and you quickly fall into the movements of his tongue against yours.

Joel pulls away, breathing fast and heavy, with a look of complete deference. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Anything. Anything for you. Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

“Sit on my cock,” you pant, out of breath from the kiss.

Joel clumsily lines himself up with the toy and sinks onto it with a heavy groan.

“Fuck yourself with my cock, and you can come all over these pretty tits,” you goad.

Joel starts jerking himself and grabbing at your breasts. You caress and stroke his balls. He awkwardly rolls his hips until he finds something that works for him, settling on a slow, deep grind. His face quickly contorts to one of imminent release.

“Such a good fucking boy for me today, Joel. So good for me. You wanna come all over my tits, baby? Make me all messy with your come? Give me something to taste?” you ask in a sickly sweet voice.

“FUCK, yeah–yes, baby, fuck yeah I do, so fuckin’ bad,” he rasps.

You take a free hand to pinch one of his nipples, and he jerks forward with a moan. You watch the small space where he lifts himself from the toy as he grinds against it.

“Keep going. Taking my cock so good. You look so perfect spreading open for me like that,” you spur him on.

You keep a steady, massaging motion on his balls as you open your mouth wide for him. You make a playful, teasing moaning noise beneath him, wordlessly begging for him to come all over you.

Joel’s hips stutter with a hitched whimper as hot white ropes start to erupt all over your chest and face. He falters forward, catching himself with his free hand against the mattress at the last moment.

“FUCK! Got my fuckin’–christ almi–FUCK,” he groans as the last bit of his spend lands with a soft splat onto your belly.

He lifts himself off the toy and slumps into a heap halfway over your body. He doesn’t seem to notice or care about the feeling of his come spreading against his skin where his weight bears into you. He slowly catches his breath and opens his eyes to meet yours. You wait, watching him with a satisfied smile. His face is relaxed and open. The grooves and lines of stress and upset are no longer as prominent as they’d been when he first arrived.

He drags a thumb through a half-crusted glob of his spend drying against your cheek and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth and suck on it. He scrapes and feeds you the rest of his release from your neck and face. You smile contentedly at the look of sleepy wonder he has for you.

“Don’t know what I did before you,” he muses in a soft hush.

You lean in with a gentle kiss, letting him taste himself on your tongue for a moment, and pull back. “You know we have to get a shower again, right?”

He shuts his eyes and grumbles. “You’re gonna make me use lotion again, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” you laugh as you pull him into a tight embrace.

This is not the last of Joel getting pegged, so please don't fret. Just wanted to explore the *~first time~* for him. Please trust I have every intention of this man getting his cheeks clapped hahaha.

Title is from Pablo Neruda:

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

tagging if you requested pegging or if I feel that you are spiritually aligned with Joel Miller getting pegged:

@beelzebeth87 @lvl-2005 @wannab-urs @for-a-longlongtime @toxicanonymity @walkintotheriveranddisappear @munchieforpedropascal @danaispunk @cinnamonpolvera @jupiter-soups @roguedjarin @rav3n-pascal22 @someotherasshole @forestfaeriequeen @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @atticrissfinch

#fic: a savage place #sub!joel #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Jouno x Reader

"Please stop embarrassing yourself, if not for yourself then for me."

Scenario - Jouno gives you tampons when you forget to bring some to work because let's not lie to ourselves, he kinda looks like one...

The work day started off as normal as it could be, being a part of the hunting dogs.

There were no big missions set out for anyone, so today was a fun day that involved torturing the prisoners kept in headquarters until one of them breaks. One which involved many different methods, all of which were violent.

Well, Jouno decided this was a 'fun' day. You had decided to tag alongside him as it was either that or paperwork. You could leave the latter for someone else, like Tachihara.

He could take one for the team, as you were not going to give up spending some alone time with Jouno.

Although as you walked toward the holding cells, you couldn't help but feel dread. Today was supposed to be some bonding time for you and your work crush, but right now you only felt the need to go to the bathroom and cry.

You knew your period was coming up soon, but why today? Of all days? This was one of the worst-case scenarios, seeing as this was what you could consider a 'work date' with Jouno. The closest you could get at least, seeing as neither of you had no social life outside of work.

What was also worse? You didn't have a tampon on you. Usually, you would keep some in your pockets but you didn't prepare for today. Your pockets were instead filled with half-eaten crackers and salt packets.

You tried to quietly fumble around your pockets, hoping the man wouldn't notice. He had heightened senses so what he knew was a mystery to you, but hopefully, he would ignore you checking every single pocket 3 times over for a goddamn tampon. It was frustrating, as you only needed one just so you could have a fun day with him.

You sighed softly as all you managed to find instead was a rolled up receipt.

"Did you lose something? You're being annoying."

Jouno stopped and turned towards you, furrowing his brows. He noticed, and with his hands in his pockets, was going to really have a sit-down conversation about this.

"Um...nothing important. I'm just checking for something." You felt your cheeks go red as you looked away, feeling like he was burning you.

Jouno scoffed.

"You're a horrible liar y/n."

You stayed silent, hoping maybe you could outlast him. He stayed, absorbing your presence as if you were guilty of a horrible crime.

He started rummaging around his own pockets though, which surprised you. He pulled something out, hidden in his clasped hand.

"Take it."

You took his hand, where lo and behold, there was a tampon in its glorious bright pink packaging. You quickly shoved it in your pockets as that shit was embarrassing. You blushed, looking at the ground.

"Um...thank you."

Jouno just nodded, walking forward on the pathway.

"Come prepared next time so you don't embarrass yourself."

Even though he sounded gruff, you could tell there was no malice in his statement. You smiled. Then you stopped.

"How'd you know?" There was a creeping horror in your body as you felt something settle in your stomach. How far did his senses really go if he knew about this and came prepared?

Jouno kept walking, picking up the pace a little as the conversation agitated him. You had to speedwalk to catch up to him, as he was running away from the conversation topic.

You really wanted to press it further, but you were pressed for time as you saw the bathrooms up ahead.

Sorry this is short and poorly written LOL I wrote this after taking a nap. Anyway rip Jouno and his senses this thought never leaves me tbh. Same with being called a bloodhound...

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader

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yuurei20 · 4 months

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Trey Info Compilation part 5: Food (pt2)

Trey's interest in food is a theme over the course of the Firelit Sky event where he explains star fruit, mentions burning a pie in as a child and talks about incorporating dates into his cooking and trying out mint lemonade once they return to NRC.

Trey also uses Spectral Soiree as an opportunity to try out new dishes.

Trey joins the Culinary Crucible to learn how to teach people how to cook, as he tends to confuse his underclassmen with his instructions but he wants to make sure that they have their bases covered before he becomes a fourth-year student and leaves campus.

(Trey struggling with how to explain things to others in a way that they can understand comes up again in Vargas Camp 2.)

Trey’s Culinary Crucible judge is Vil, who says his pizza looks like a decorated cake.

During Wish Upon a Star Trey wishes for a food processor, which he manages to convince Riddle to buy for the dorm later on, thus granting his own wish.

Trey says that his favorite food is candied violets, and he was so amazed to learn that edible flowers are a thing that as a child, he would try to eat random flowers and weeds. He says he loves “when the violet aroma overtakes (his) senses” because it’s like lying in a bed of flowers, and he still receives them from his parents in the occasional care package.

Trey may have a thing for edible flowers in general, eating a rose-jelly roll during Spectral Soiree.

When Ruggie comments that it’s nice for them to have something in common (“I dine on dandelions every now and then myself”) Trey explains, “the flowers we eat are grown in a controlled environment that’s specifically for food. We don’t eat random weeds.”

Trey’s most disliked food is mustard because of a game he once played with Chenya where they added mustard to one of six cream puffs and took turns eating them. Trey ended up with the mustard-puff and says, “I seriously almost cried.”

In a voice line he says that he has heard that tastes can change as people grow older, but he still can’t eat mustard.

Malleus has a voice line about getting Trey a famous baked good during the Glorious Masquerade event, "in return for a treat he gave me before."

Trey says he does not intend to continue on to university after graduating from NRC and will be getting nationally certified as a patissier.

He is considering interning in the food industry in his fourth year, but says he is also curious about agricultural research institutes, because "quality sweets require quality ingredients."

#twstfacts #treyfacts #Twisted Wonderand #Trey Clover #twsttrey

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velvet-paradox · 10 months

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Heartstrings (Part One)

Fandom: Sleep Token (Band) Pairing: eventual Vessel x Female reader Length: Medium Summary: Memories haunt our beloved frontman, some he'd like to forget and some he's been hiding. Warnings: eventual NSFW, 18 + ONLY, strong language, tobacco use, alcohol consumption, supernatural (no, not the show) element, a twisted little game. Tagging: @synnersaint as always, @megangovier20

NOTES: I’ll be reposting to @roman-is-a-horse as well as that’s my little hole in the wall for all things masked men and Sleep Token

ENJOY!!!

He's exhausted. He's all sweat and grit, dirt beneath his fingernails, mud on his boots.

He could care less.

What he needed was sleep. Glorious, pillow soft sleep. And the deity let him.

He dreamt of monkey bars, chipped green paint, orange creme popsicles, a dizzy tire swing blurring in the distance, a familiar face hanging upside down from a wound up swing set. The air is light and the sun is high. He learned why ancient Egyptians rimmed their eyes with kohl. Learned the proper pronunciation for Persephone. Had his first kiss. Got into his first of many, fist fights and tasted blood and why you don't pick at knuckle scabs. The taste of woodchips.

And then he met you.

Vessel woke with a jolt, restless leg syndrome, jerking him at the worst of times but helpful on the stage.

"You're pretty when you cry." That silky voice that lulled him to the dreamworld sang down to him. Above his head, resting oh so carefully upon his pillow was Sleep, taking the form of a smoky red cat with six black slits for eyes. The deity grinned sharp, bone white fangs before leaping into the air at Vessel's recognition that he was indeed crying, his cheeks and lips streaked with salt. Sleep hung in the air above him, wagging its tail.

"Bad dream?" Sleep asked, resting its face on its paws like some teenager, coiling the phone cord, awaiting the latest hallway gossip.

"I'm fine," Vessel sniffled and turned on his side, an attempt to ignore his maker.

Sleep rolled onto its' back, little red paws pointing up to the ceiling before floating in front of his face and purred. "That's not what I asked."

Vessel blamed it on his uncomfortableness, the bed was cold and the sheets icy against his bare legs. Sleep wasn't buying it, squinting all six eyes at him as he tossed and turned for the rest of the night. ....

"That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair, brother, get used to it."

"You big troll, that's the last can!"

"Watch it you little gremlin or I'll step on you and put you out like a light."

Brotherly threats floated up stairs along with the smell of someone cooking breakfast. Cinnamon butter, scrambled eggs, no doubt since his heathen brothers refused to eat them any other way. Roasted earthy mushrooms, peppered bacon.

Vessel clung to the staircase watching three others maneuver around someone's rented home in the highlands. Through a large bay window he could make out the silky green grass and sparkling yellow daffodils dancing in the wind.

SpaghettiOs.

III and IV were giving II shit in between grabbing plates, poor thing was jumping up and missing terribly the can of the tomato sauced rings. Vessel shook his head and jumped down the last two steps before they all stuttered to a stop, III hid the can behind his back as if he were about to be scolded.

"Never gets old, huh?" He asked and snagged a piece of less burnt bacon.

"Not a chance." III resumed his taunts until II gave up, growling low in his throat and angrily shut off the stovetop, marching outside into the daylight.

"Package came for you this morning." IV mumbled through a mouthful of eggs as he found him out on the porch swing. Vessel took the box with more questions than answers.

"Who knows we're here?"

IV shrugged and joined him on the bench, crossing his legs as the wooden slats swayed.

Vessel looked it over. Just a standard brown box, wrapped in a weeks worth of clear packing tape. Just several stamps -international corners, a beating or two in a mail office dented one of the boxes sides. He took the switchblade IV handed him, scoring the edged until it came loose.

He shook whatever was hidden, another box came tumbling out into his lap along with a folded piece of cardstock. He handed it over. Though as he dug around inside, he should've looked at the note first because IV's eyes, already on the large spectrum, had bloomed into bright blue saucers.

"What? What is it?"

"Look and see."

Vessel dropped the note to the ground as it were on fire. Explosive. A grenade of nostalgia and pain, if not sudden death.

ARE YOU GAME?

No.

No no no no no.

He could feel IV's eyes on him as he fumbled with the spare box, careful with the folds, peeling back the layers on carefully placed and wrapped tissue paper. His fingers ghosted over the jewelry or what was left of it before holding it up in the afternoon sun.

Vessel began to panic, anxiety was never far from him as he thumbed over one of the personally laid coins like a treasured rosary and if he were totally honest; it was just that. ....

Vessel had recently gotten into a band called Immortal the previous summer, expressing himself in a similar manner of covering his face (still experimenting with paint on his hands, he was always on the look out for the best greasepaint his first high school job could afford), in black and white paint, cut off jackets and ripped denim. Had attempted to look as cool as possible with a cigarette behind his ear. He never smoked it, just toyed with his mothers' addiction. The girls dug it so there was always that.

His friends chased squirrels until the popular girls noticed them, could've been a dare, could've been a prank but that didn't stop them from turning and chasing them instead. Their shrills squeals of laughter sang through the halls, tickled pink for attention in the back of classrooms.

The boys had ditched him once again as they left him at the playground, holding on to his bullet belt as he made his way, by foot, across town towards his job. He was going to be late, but the owner of the coffee shop couldn't care less; he was probably a few beers in as it was only three that Saturday afternoon.

Louie could really pound them down.

He was almost there when he stopped short. There on a park bench were a pair of shapely legs. Just sitting there in the air. Torn fishnets with shin high striped socks and boots, scuffed and beat up, much like his own when he looked down.

He crept by slowly, curious if they were a mannequin's legs or if they were real or, God forbid they were just that. No body attached! How scandalous!

A murderer on the loose and Vessel would be the first witness to the crime. His stomach had flipped at that.

But still, the young man proceeded forward, cautiously now as he left his usual path and got closer, squinting when he saw one of the ankles twitch.

Vessel made calculated steps around he bench and saw- gratefully of course, that the legs were indeed attached to a body, the body of a girl his age that he'd never seen before. She was laying upside down with her eyes closed, arms bent and on the ground beneath her head so she wouldn't roll off and crack her skull. An opened can of SpaghettiOs sat next to her, along with a sad looking purse.

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing, smart guy? 'm thinkin'." Was her response. She didn't even bother to open her eyes and acknowledged him. Foreigner for sure, he thought.

"Upside down?"

"I get all the cobwebs out better this way," then she cracked one eyes open, searching for him in this state and she smiled, the brightest smile he'd ever seen on a person. Stunning. Absolutely fucking stellar. "You should try it."

"Doesn't all the blood rush to your head like that?" Vessel turned his head to see her face better.

"That's the point, silly! When my brain talks to much the best way to shut her up is to rush her out, let her out. Come on, try it. There's plenty of room." She quipped and wiggled over in the bench, using her hands for leverage.

Vessel looked at his watch; twenty minutes until his shift started and he'd need to be there and get his apron on and punch in his timecard and Louie might not be drunk and waiting for him patently at the doors with a pained expression and angry, uncaffeinated patron waiting to get their fix.

He had trouble moving his body and wincing when one of the bullets jabbed his hip bone, but all in all he managed her similar position. Fucking wild. His jacket creaked when he moved his hands to the earth below, mimicking her position.

"Good job. Now watch me. Just breathe in and out like this, don't think about anything other than that and you'll be clear as a Koi fish pond."

He frowned but went along with it, looking at her as instructed he slowly shut his eyes, long legs growing tired he let them hang over the back of the bench instead and controlled his breathing.

He wasn't thinking about school or work, his thesis he had yet to start that was due in two weeks time. Not what he was going to have for dinner or which skirt II was trying to get under this week. Probably Jessica. II was always after Jessica.

"See. How do you feel now?" She asked.

Vessel couldn't even answer her at first, too caught up in the sensations, more aware of her perfume when his senses kicked into overdrive with his heartbeat pounding in his ears like this.

"Weightless. Clear." He mumbled.

"Exactly."

Then her hand was on his, carefully he opened his eyes and his world felt like his house of cards were about to tumble down if he breathed too loudly.

"I'm Y/N." ....

He thought about you as he ran the rest of the way to coffee shop, the little blue and white striped awning coming into view as his boots pounded pavement. He was just seconds away from being late, clocking in just in time and wrapping a brown apron around his jacket in the backroom.

He thought about as he rang up a pretty dark skinned girl, fresh faced and smiling at him.

He thought about you when a crotchety old woman barked her order and waited too close to the counter until he could brew it, which she made him do it twice. He thought about you when a regular by the name of Johnny Two-Step came in, grooving to the beat of whatever song which was playing softly in the background.

He thought about you on the walk home, every park bench he passed by, with his hands in his pockets were shockingly empty.

Would he ever see you again?

Where you from? What were you doing here in this small seaside town? And why were you eating cold SpaghettiOs right from the can like a cat with a tin of tuna? ....

"Straight from the can?!" III asked the following day, sitting on his roof with an open notebook, ready for some action along with a stolen can of his father's beer. It would go unnoticed. They always went unnoticed.

III's dad would give a shrug and mumble about needing to slow down though he never did, he just went out and bought more, stocking the fridge in the garage for the next day.

"Never seen anything like it."

"I would hope not! Sounds like she's a screw or two loose."

"Maybe."

Maybe you did. Maybe you were what his mother would call 'quirky' or carefree, the possibility of being a hellion might be written in the stars for you too. Either way Vessel was into it.

"No no no, that's not how you do it. Here, you're just gonna' make a mess of it. Now look, you take the can like this..."

Vessel couldn't help be drawn into the kitchen of a house party a few weeks later, he'd toyed with the cigarette again, holding between his two front teeth as some girl in an obscenely short dress chatted him up outside. He told her to hold that thought and maneuvered through the bodies. Sweat and beer lingered on the air, music pulsed and couples and a possible throuple but Vessel's standards were making out in a dim corner.

The snap of a beer can had him joining the little circle around the sink. A few guys cheered. A few girls made noises, he couldn't decipher whether it was a good or a bad thing at the moment.

Vessel towered over the group, watching II wipe his mouth over the sink before slipping his trusty balaclava back up over his nose. He saw someone and when he looked, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline in an instant.

It was you.

It was really you!

You cheered in delight, gave him a high five and grinned.

"Whose next? How about you pretty lady?" You waved Jessica over, who was shy at first but followed your lead in her pink and yellow bellbottoms and halter top.

After your next shotgun you hugged Jessica who looked worse for wear and slumped against II who was more than happy to help her stand and move out out of the kitchen. II passed him in the doorway, giving him a fist bump to the shoulder, talking to his love interest, lost in the haze of beer and clouds of weed smoke.

"You! There you are you big tall drink of water."

Vessel turned just in time to see you, focused and barreling straight towards him, a look of drunken excitement on your face. You weren't stopping and then you were lunging at him, embracing him in a hug that should feel all sorts of foreign and wrong but... was welcomed and warm and you smell like floral perfume and beer foam.

You looked up at him with silly grin. "Hi."

"Hi yourself. Having a bit of fun I see."

"Wanna' shotgun a beer with me?"

"Maybe later. How many have you had already?"

You made a goofy sound in your throat, released his waist and took his wrist in your hands, dragging him outside. Something made of glass shattered somewhere inside the house as you two ducked out and sat down in a little gazebo on the property. Vines and little white flowers coiled up and around the lattice.

"You gonna' smoke that?" You asked, digging those same weathered boots into the dirt.

"You want it?"

"Can I share it with you?"

"You can have it. I actually don't smoke."

Your expressions ranged and rivaled those of a comic strip as you looked at him. "What the what?! You don't smoke, yet you just casually have a cigarette behind your ear?"

Vessel shrugged. "It's just an accessory at this point."

"Next thing you'll be telling me is you're not a real jester!"

"A jester?"

"The makeup! You're not a clown either? Some practicing mime? Although if you were a mime you wouldn't be talking, would you?" You drunkenly mused and Vessel wondered how many beers you’d already rushed into your bloodstream.

Vessel snorted and shook his head. "Afraid not. I'm just a guy."

"A handsome guy." You huffed and lit up the cigarette, leaning back on your elbows as you smoked.

Vessel snorted, unaffected by the tobacco hanging around your heads as you both looked up at the moon. Tethered to it's soft glow over the treetops. "I've been called a lot of things, but handsome ain't one of them."

You bolted upright, cigarette renting space between your teeth and burning his eyes as you grabbed his face like you were old friends.

"That's a damn shame. I'm going to make it my mission to tell you everyday I see you how good you look. Even if you are talking mime!"

Part Two Part Three

#look friends #i don't know what to tell ya #i got an idea in the middle of the night and haven't been able to put it down #vessel is so fun to write for bc... POSSIBLITLIES DUH!#anyway this will have some supernatural elements #as i'm making sleep into a figure that vessel can see and interact with #let me have my fun ok??#sleep token imagine #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token fanfic #sleep token fan fic #sleep token fic #vessel x you #vessel x reader #vessel x female reader #vessel imagine #the characters involved are not mine ofc #except the random oc's i'm seasoning in

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starlightkitten19 · 4 months

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Favor from Lucci.

Fem Reader X Rob Lucci

Warning of cheating in an established relationship. 18+ content.

It's my first time posting one of these to tumblr so please excuse my newness to any weird format issues.

Anger and frustration filled you so much it felt like it would ooze out of your pores. As always, he seemed to completely disregard any courtesy as your husband. You text one more message before slamming the phone down on your desk, Drake didn’t even bother to answer your text and you know he saw them. again, for what felt like the thousandth time you wonder why you were even still with him. You had brought up divorce a few times, but each time came empty promises of change. Sighing you look up and catch your coworkers eyes. He knew, he always knew. That was your fault, you had sought him out before. You always justified it because Drake had started it first. He had gone to other women so why couldn’t you get with other men. Lucci ever so slightly tilted his head toward the storage area with a hint of an offer on his face. You look back at your phone for a moment, Drake had yet again read and ignored your message. You put it down and look at Lucci and nod. He gives you a small smirk and leaves the room.

You wait for a few minutes before standing up and heading that way as well. Despite it all you feel yourself get excited as you push away the slight guilt you feel. The knowledge of Lucci's skilled hands makes it easier each time. You quietly peek back down the hallway before you lightly knock on the door. The door opens and you’re pulled inside and immediately pressed against the door in a hungry kiss. You waste no time in wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He seems to know what you need, and you always give yourself to him. He breaks from the kiss as he moves to open the buttons on your shirt.

“I wondered how long it would take before you came back,"

He whispers huskily in your ear.

"You lasted a little longer this time."

Slipping the bra from your breast, he sucks one side while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers.

"Lucci..."

"shhh." he whispers.

He kisses his way up to your neck and pulls you away from the door by the hips. You let out and breathy moan, it was so hard to try to keep quiet with his sinful ministrations on your body. He lifts you to the table before kneeling down in front of you.

"You still have those spare pantyhose at your desk?"

He asks looking up at you and digging fingers into your thighs. you can only bring yourself to nod, and he immediately tears them.

"Hmm it's like you planned on this."

He smirks at you as he traces the now visible thong.

"Maybe I just like being prepared"

You know you both don't buy the excuse, but he doesn’t say anything as he drags you to the edge before putting his mouth on your folds. You whimper before biting your lip, the feeling of his tongue and the scruff of his goatee was heaven. You place your hand on his head before grinding against him. You feel him chuckle,

"Needy, aren’t we?"

He says smiling against you. He knew you loved feeling the rumble of his deep voice against your body.

"Better satisfy my needy flower."

He inserts his fingers and proceeds to maul your clit. You grip harder and bite your hand to stop the silent scream that threatened to come out. Lucci could always pull orgasms from you with almost no effort. You struggled to hold on for a little longer, but you could feel yourself tightening around his fingers as he sped up his movements. You came with a whimper as he slowed his movements to ease you through it. Panting slightly as he stands up and wipes his mouth off with a smirk.

"Delicious as always. Ready for the main course flower?"

He didn’t wait for an answer as he frees himself from his pants and hands me the condom. He boxes me in against the table and waits. I open the package and slip the condom over his length. I could feel myself shiver in anticipation. He had a glorious cock, long and wide and even better that he knew what to do with it. I run my fingers from the base to the tip and feel him shutter.

"Hope you’re ready because here I come"

He pushes my skirt up and enters me in one swift moment. I capture his lips as he continues to drag his cock ever so slowly, he’s teasing me, and I love it.

"Lucci, please"

I whisper against his lips.

"As you wish"

He grabs my hip and absolutely pounds into me. The sound of my pussy squelching and our ragged breaths the only things you could hear.

"Your pussy is so tight for me, you’re going to cum with me."

A demand not a request. His lips slam into mine not leaving mine in an effort to muffle any noises I would make as he brings his other hand to rub my clit. The sensations overwhelm me as I feel my mind go blank except for the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me. He presses his forehead against mine as he catches his breath. Opening his eyes, he cups my face and kisses me softly before pulling away and straightening himself. I remove the tatters of my pantyhose and fix my outfit to look presentable.

"Don't be a stranger" he smirks.

I just smile at him before slipping out the room.

#one piece #rob lucci x reader

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umbane · 3 months

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Do you remember what our insurance package looked like for this gig? I'm starting to get a little ... oh! We're rolling? Good evening to our contestants and our viewers at home and all across our glorious empire! Aha ... We're just wrapping up our fifth episode of 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑! We've definitely had some upsets in the competition, not to mention whatever it was that happened down by the pits, but I think we can all agree on one thing: we've got a lot of K/DA fans in this empire! Emperor Kayn has made sure of that.

Now that everyone's gathered, let's take a look at who our eliminated contestant is, shall we? Let's see here ... Oh! This says ... everyone passed this round, but some contestants might want to study up in case there's a skills test later on. And ... it looks like there will be a presentation in the theatre later tonight on the history and discography of K/DA! Oh! Do you think the emperor himself will be there? What an honour it would be!

So, to our contestants, you can all breathe a sigh of relief for tonight, and we'll see you down in the theatre!

Kayn's feedback for the group is:

❝ Some of you are treading on shaky ground. ❞

Scoreboard:

AHRI +10 (49), EZREAL +10 (43), EVELYNN +10 (49), MORGANA +5 (29) APHELIOS +7 (46), YASUO +8 (34), IRELIA +5 (38), ZED +8 (45), TALON +3 (30), LEE SIN +6 (44)

#evil emperor bachelor #it's the free square in bingo #things are going down from here

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sushywritez · 1 year

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It's Hellfire Night | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader | (Sneak Preview)

Summary: The boys plan to throw a huge party to celebrate the end of Dustin’s glorious campaign. However things don't go as planned and Eddie gets a girlfriend then ends up trying to plan the first perfect date instead.

“Come on!”

“I said no, little dude. You’re like half my age.”

“Eddie, it’s the end of my first campaign, shouldn’t this moment be special?”

“No.” He replies, “Dustin, beer isn’t going to change your life.” Eddie informs the much younger boy, but realizes the mistake in his advice. “Scratch that, it will change your life-”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded enthusiastically rolling his shoulders back, “Not in a good way either.” Dustin frowns, but of course Eddie had to be a good role model. “You’ll end up in jail with a rap sheet longer than my hair. I’ve been there man, so I’m saying no.” He’s putting his foot down on this one. Dustin rolls his eyes and uncrosses his arms dropping the tough guy act.

“Fine, how about soda?” He suggests.

“Ha!” Eddie claps his hands together making Dustin jump out of his socks, “Now we’re talking.” He whispers reaching for the box of packaged soda. The little charade had scared a passing customer, but he did not seem to care. Eddie was always the talk of the town. Of course, when everyone knows you as the ‘Town Freak’ or ‘Cult Leader’ then thing are much different. Despite these hurdles Eddie has pushed forward through life and high school, pursuing his passion for music and gaining new friends along the way.

That same day is when things changed for Eddie. The boys gathered their items and headed towards the checkout, “Wow you boys got a lot of stuff.” The cashier noticed, “Got any big plans?” You ask. Eddie turned to face you as he placed the last bag of chips out onto the counter.

Time stopped in that moment and for once he had nothing to say. Dustin thankfully stepped in, “We’re having a big party!” Eddie snapped out of it soon after.

“Y-Yeah a sort of a get together, to honor this guy.” Eddie ruffles Dustin’s curls and hugs him to his side. “He just beet his first campaign in a game we’re playing.” You smile at the two continuing scanning items while conversing with the two.

“Well when you say campaign.” You eye the elder of the two and he’s got the brightest smile on his face, eyes full of life and wonder. “That makes me think Dungeons and Dragons.” Then this same eyes nearly pop out of his head at the mention of the game.

“You play?”

“My friend used to, but I never really got into like they did, but she definitely never mentioned it was popular.” You claim bagging up each item carefully and handing them over the counter to the boys, but Eddie wasn’t exactly done checking out just yet.

“Well, if your still interested then maybe you should come to the party tonight.” He suggests, sparing a glance at Dustin who was giving him a face. Though he ignored it and continued to converse with you. “So we’ll see you there?”

“What time?”

“Six?”

“I’ll be there.” You declare, “ Oh you owe, 27.89, by the way.” You mention afterwards and Eddie scrambles to grab his wallet, handing over 30.00 dollars and smiles.

“Keep the change! See you later!” The two grab their things and take off.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie and dustin #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you

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justadumbasskid · 6 months

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RimWorld Writing | Valley Station 1

She had been in here all day. Every day for the past four days, at least. Mei, the group’s resident combat Mechanitor, and a damn fine one at that. During the time of the First Factory, she had commanded two militors, two bellicors, one omicron, two knights, two centipede blasters, and a War Queen. All had eventually been scrapped to make way for their successors, or had been sold along with the First Factory, but still, an impressive resume. Now, in the time of Valley Station, she crouched low in front of a huge Archotech pylon. One of four towers on the North, East, South, and West surrounding a great Archotech structure in the middle. The cluster of Archotech artifacts emitted a constant psychic pulse that tugged on the seams of any psychically-tuned brain nearby. Volz was particularly sensitive to its influence, and suppressed a groan as a headache bloomed inside her skull.

“Mei,” Volz called from the sunlit slate doorway of their great temple, Mei was pulled from her musings and turned her eyes away from the glowing Archotech structure to her companion. Volz held a packaged survival meal in her hand and beckoned for Mei to take it. “You’ve been spending too much time here, Mei, even you need to eat sometime.”

Mei clutched at the plackart of her marine-issue power armor, and looked away, “I’m not hungry…” A common response from her, as she’s equipped with a miniturized nuclear reactor instead of a stomach. Volz shook a canteen in her other hand as a response.

“Water, then. I can hear your dehydration.” Volz’s lips crooked into what she hoped was a reassuring smile as she rolled her Archotech eyes playfully. With the popping crackle of stiff bones (they really needed to get bionic legs sometime) Mei stood, and gratefully accepted the offered water. She drank deeply, and summoned the courage to turn her attention away from their collective object of worship to speak to Volz.

“I just…does it not intrigue any of you? The mystery of its use to the Archotechs? How it relates to the great Archonexus? I can’t focus on anything else for long, I always find my mind wandering back to it. It calls to me. Please, tell me you’ve heard it!” Mei babbled just barely-coherently. She’s an intimidating figure with her power armor and Mechcommander helmet, but she appears weak as a kitten compared to the glorious Archotech artifact standing tall above her. Volz placed a reassuring hand onto Mei’s armored shoulder, hopefully calming the volatile mechanitor.

“We’ve all heard it,” Volz assures, guiding Mei’s head so she can only focus on her pair of artificial eyes, “We didn’t build this temple around it to hide its influence from us, such a feat would be impossible, and pointless. We built this because it told us to, it commands our respect and attention. We built this temple to revere the glory of the Archonexus, and all this artifact represents.”

“But..?” Mei whispered, guessing Volz’s next line of speech. Volz nodded.

“But, we’re of no use to the Archonexus when we’re starving, dehydrated, and dead. I’m not saying that there are more important things going on right now than our holy mission, but we need to focus on the basics regardless.” Volz pressed the crinkling paper packaged meal into Mei’s limp hands, forcing her to hold it, “Eat, drink, and sleep. The Archonexus favors us enough that it has provided these opportunities to us, we would be wise to make use of them while we can.” Mei looked down at the parcel in her hands before taking Volz into a hug. Her exoskeleton-enhanced strength threatens to crush Volz’s just under-enhanced body, but soon relents before breathing becomes difficult. She moves past Volz and out into the fleeting sunlight of dusk.

“Thank you, Volz. Perhaps the greatest boon the Archonexus gave unto us is your wisdom.” Mei tears into the package soon after, and leaves Volz alone in the temple.

An aching throb in her skull pulls her attention back to the huge glowing greenish-yellow structure before her, and the intricate circuitboard-like patterns of pale yellow etched onto the sleek lime surface. Volz inches closer to the humming Archotech structure, and with her enhanced Archotech eyes, she imagines that she can almost see the individual packets of light traveling through the atto-thin wires.

Volz thinks to herself for a moment…her chores are done, she has eaten dinner, surely she can spare an hour or two of study before bed.

So she travels past the Western Pylon, and takes a kneeling position above the Northern pylon. Pressing her organic hand against the lime structure, she begins to meditate. Opening her mind, and inviting Archotech wisdom to enter it.

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A little writing based on the colony from this post, and all of my RimWorld posts before that one, relating to the current playthrough.

#rimworld #rimworld writing #tumblr writing #writing #ludgeon studios #volz is the wisest because she's also a psycaster #and our ideology is psychic-focused #as well as Archist #I will use #just a thousand commas #I pass the bechdel test

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wildlife4life · 3 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the super fantabulous @bekkachaos (dropped a whole fic, check it out!) @jamespearce9-1-1 @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 and @disasterbuckdiaz. Thank you all so much and I am so very excited for your works!

Feeling a lot better today and I'm in still in a good NFL Buck mood. So here is a little snippet from the Dosed arc, featuring for the first time Buck's perspective. (Everything NFL Buck can be found here.)

After many different un-needed apologies from Eddie about the pollen and several assurances from Buck that Eddie is safe from the tiny ladies made of said pollen, the dosed firefighter finally passes out. Poor man is still in his uniform and is going to have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up. Or at least according to the article Buck speed read after Sergeant Grant stated his boyfriend and the majority of the 118 had been dosed with a hallucinogen. Most likely LSD. Buck lets out a groan of both frustration and weariness. He had just gotten home from the days workout with the team and was getting ready for his cool down when the gates intercom went off. Thinking it was another wayward delivery person who had yet again ignored instructions to leave all packages in the lock box, Buck was taken by complete surprise to see LAPD on the video. And hearing Eddie's desperate cries in the background, threw him for a major loop. Eddie is taken care of for the moment and quick texts to Carla and his sister, insured Christopher would be away until tomorrow afternoon, giving his father time to recover. The last issue at hand, is waiting patiently in Buck's living room. Rolling his shoulders, Buck steps through the arch way, doing his best to ignore the niggle of fear in his gut and to just put on the mask of Evan Buckley, charismatic and cool NFL quarterback. "Seeing that you are alone and a little more at ease, I assume firefighter Diaz is finally settled?" The Sergeant asks sounding truly concerned, but Buck can also see a glint of scrutiny and the mask of charm falters. "Um, yea." Buck answers trying and failing to meet her sharp gaze, feeling as if she could see every little secret he was holding. "Thank you, again for bringing him home and keeping him safe." Ms. Grant shrugs, "Its the job and he's fellow first responder. Plus my husband is becoming quite fond of Diaz, even without knowing him all that well." She catches Buck's wondering eye at that and it freezes him on the spot. "Have to say, finding out Evan Buckley, the LA Ram's shiny new star and hottest NFL bachelor is secretly dating a single father and firefighter from Texas, is the most surprising thing that's happened to me so far this year. And I allowed a delinquent kid out of my custody, to hot wire a concrete mixer to save a man trapped in his burning car." The entirety of the Evan Buckley facade shatters and Buck has to swallow every shard of dread. Shit.

Like Buck could fool Athena. Psssh. Hope you all enjoyed!

PSA: School has officially started for me this week and as I am in a 9 month fast track program, most of my focus will be on my school work, so my writing is going to slow down. But I will find the time.

Tagging (no pressure): @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @spaceprincessem @fortheloveofbuddie @lover-of-mine @athenagranted @eddiescowboy @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @thekristen999 @shortsighted-owl @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @eowon @princessfbi @honestlydarkprincess @vampbuckley @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @glorious-spoon @buddierights @prosperdemeter2 @gayedmundodiaz @lemonzestywrites

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bluestar22x · 10 months

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Second Chance Spirit

Second Chances (Part 9): Second Chance Spirit

Summary: A night of decorating the Christmas tree becomes extra special - Elena POV

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 13+ rated chapter

Warnings: Pregnancy talk, lots of fluff

Word Count: 1,245

Author’s Note: Christmas in June! It’s not as catchy is it? But I had to include my favorite holiday in this series. I am a Christmas romantic.

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“A little to the right, back a little, never mind, a little more forward again, no, wait -”

Marcus cocked an eyebrow at his daughter. “Are you messing with me?”

Missy laughed and you joined in as well. He huffed at the both of you and used his own eyes to help him adjust the star on top of the tree.

It was a week before Christmas and as custom in the Moreno household the decade old six-foot artificial tree had been dug out of storage, along with the appropriate decorations, and been set out in the living room after you’d all slipped into comfortable night wear. You’d helped Marcus and Missy weave the colored lights in and passed them the gold garland but had sat down to watch them add in the ornaments and top it all off with the golden star topper.

You were nearly five and a half months pregnant and round enough at your middle for people to notice from a distance and for long-term standing to do a number on your swelling prone ankles. You’d insisted on helping decorate, but you’d known your limits.

“It’s good Marcus,” you assured him from your spot on the couch, hand wrapped under the bulk of your belly.

He pulled away from the tree and studied the star for himself and nodded. “Alright. That’s it then. Just have to throw the wreath on the front door later and we’re good.”

“Can we open the gifts now?” Missy asked.

Another tradition in the household. Marcus had told you last year, the first time you’d spent Christmas with them, that Missy had been very impatient about presents as a little girl and he’d caved in every time they decorated the tree and given her one gift to unwrap early. It had been a tradition for nearly a decade since and no one saw the need for it to end.

“Pick out one for me, one for Elena, and one for you,” Marcus told her, plopping down on the couch next to you, an arm slinging around your shoulders.

Missy bobbed her head at him and got to work, carefully eyeing the dozen or so gifts under the tree. Where a younger Missy would’ve picked out the biggest gifts, she chose similarly modest sized boxes out instead.

She handed Marcus his gift, then you yours.

“Go first Elena,” she prompted.

You rolled the gift in your hands, noting that the nametag listed her as the gift giver. “What did you get me?”

She shrugged. “You’ll have to open it and find out.”

You tugged and tore into a corner until the package was unwrapped enough to reveal a mini teal colored photo album in your hands.

“It’s to put all the baby’s photos you said you were going to take,” Missy explained.

You beamed at her appreciatively, surprised she’d remembered the quick comment you’d once made a few months ago. “Thank you, Missy. It’s perfect.” You eyed her package. “Why don’t you open yours next? It’s from me.”

“I know,” she said, sitting cross legged on the floor before ripping into it. She jumped for joy when she saw it was the latest book in a series that she loved. “Thanks, Elena! I guess I know what I’ll be doing this weekend.”

You chuckle. “You’re welcome.”

“That leaves Dad,” she declared, staring up at Marcus. “That one is from me.” He pulled away from you to open his present at a speed that was perfectly in between yours and Missy’s.

His gift had turned out to be in the same wheelhouse as yours, a fancy photo frame with a picture of you three at your wedding, standing in front of an evergreen tree and a glorious sunset. “For your desk,” Missy told him. “You haven’t updated the pictures on there in forever. I was practically a baby in them.”

Marcus grinned at her. “Thanks honey. I’ll make sure to change them out on Monday.”

Missy stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Love you Dad.”

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm embrace, and squeezed her back. “Love you too, Missy.” You watched them silently, smiling, knowing how much these moments meant to them both.

When Missy eventually pulled away, you were also swept up into a hug and you felt honored. You and Missy had become close in the few years you’d known each other, you’d become an unspoken mother and daughter duo, but you never took it for granted.

“I’m going to go choose out the movie for tonight,” Missy announced as she backed away.

“Something Christmas themed,” Marcus requested, calling after her.

“Okay,” she yelled back as she disappeared up the stairs to their old DVD stash.

Marcus placed both your gifts on the coffee table in front of you and the baby took the moment of quiet to become active, rolling inside you like an acrobat. The movements had started out as barely noticeable flutters about a month and a half ago and had steadily become stronger. Not strong enough for Marcus or Missy to feel yet though, although you realized, maybe tonight would be different. You could swear you felt one of the baby’s limbs jab the side of your belly a little. One of your hands flew automatically to the spot and you waited to feel more. Marcus only had time to lean back on the couch when you did.

You reached out for his nearest hand and guided it to your stomach. He glanced over to you, dark eyes curious.

“Just wait,” you ordered him.

He nodded and patiently did as told. A minute or so later there was another quick jab under his palm. His eyes darted from his hand to your face. He beamed at you. “I felt that one.”

You smiled back at the wonder in his eyes. You guessed that this was one of those experiences parents got that never grew old for him. “Strong like their daddy.”

He shook his head and kissed you lightly on the lips. “I may have powers, but I’m not the strongest in this house.”

“No, cause that would be me,” Missy stated as she walked into the room, a DVD in hand. She frowned at them. “What did I miss?”

You waved her over as Marcus pulled away. “Come here.”

She walked over a little cautiously, like she wasn’t sure what to expect and you pointed to the spot on your mound that the baby seemed to have deemed a target. “Put your hand here.”

Missy gave you both a questioning look but did it anyway, and she didn’t have to linger long before the baby tumbled again.

“Woah,” she said, eyes wide. “Does that hurt?”

“No,” you answered simply. “Not right now. Maybe if the baby hits the wrong spot it will, but mostly it just feels funny.”

“Understatement,” Missy decided as she removed her hand and you laughed.

“Maybe. But I think it’s pretty cool.”

Missy nodded. “Totally.” She turned away to power up the TV and DVD player and you felt Marcus enfold you again.

“I love you so much,” he murmured in your ear. “And I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

“Four or less so months to go,” you reminded him, placing your hand over his on your baby bump.

“And they’ll be good ones,” he promised, kissing your jaw.

You agreed wholeheartedly. As long as you were all together, it would be.

#We Can Be Heroes #Marcus Moreno Fanfic (Mine)#Second Chances Series

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splendidissimus · 8 months

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Christmas 1999 - Hate Mail

((Content warning: fear (boggart), dead body))

Genre: whump

Romance level: some

Angst level: 3/5

Draco's headspace: terrified

((words: ~900))

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While he waited, Draco started poking around the small pile of gifts that had been sent to the family, and were stacked in the hall on a table near the tree. Historically, it had always been his role to open them. He vaguely recalled declining it last year, but he was in a better place, mentally, this year, and it was a simple, familiar pleasure he indulged in.

None of the gifts were anything special, really, just little social lubricants. A silver picture frame, a bottle of French wine, an invitation to a Quidditch exhibition…

There was a package of unwieldy enough weight he used his wand to levitate it instead of moving it, and it thumped intriguingly when it was jostled, making him wonder what was rolling around inside and who had been so poor at packing. It had no label, which only made the mystery more intriguing.

He sliced the gold paper and began to lift the lid from the box, and then it moved itself, jerking out of his hands. Black smoke poured out of the box and down onto the floor, and then coalesced into a figure, a horrible white figure with red eyes draped in darkness, looming over him to fill the space.

Draco scrambled backward with a scream he didn't recognise, tripped on nothing and fell, pushing himself away from Voldemort's reaching hand and cold laugh. His mind was just screaming emptily.

With the scream nearly right outside his study, Lucius was the first to respond. At the edge of the staircase he was able to see Draco across the room, cowering before Voldemort; he barely had time to comprehend the enormity of that and begin to reach for his wand when Voldemort whirled toward him, and then his face twisted. The Dark Lord morphed into a ghastly Dark Mark of shifting green smoke and sickly light that loomed above them, filling the high ceiling. He recoiled from the sight automatically.

Narcissa's steps quickened above him as they reached the stairs, with Nott's heavy ones following. "Draco!" She was only in time to see the Dark Mark hanging over Draco on the floor, and that must have been heart-wrenching.

The Dark Mark fell to the floor and solidified into a blond corpse covered in blood; from a distance it wasn't clear if it was him or Draco, and maybe it didn't know itself or was a mix of both. She stopped and hissed in a breath.

He pointed his wand at the apparition. "Riddikulus." With the sound of a whip-crack, the corpse was dressed in a frilly pink nightgown, which at least made it less realistic.

The boggart's attention turned toward him and it resumed the form of the Dark Mark again, but this time he was prepared for it. "Riddikulus," he cast again. The skull bit down and severed the snake's head, and started choking as the decapitated snake strangled it — not funny, necessarily, but at least satisfying.

Nott barked out a laugh and came down the stairs. "Riddikulus." The altered Dark Mark turned pink and disappeared; the boggart focused on him and turned into Draco, not a corpse but clutching his chest and gasping for breath. When he cast the charm this time, dying Draco coughed out a Snitch and was fine, then transformed again.

There were too many of them for it now; it couldn't focus and flickered into unstable shapes, like Voldemort with a Dark Mark for a head (mildly unsettling), a giant looming Voldemort head (horrifying), a Dark Mark with Draco's face in place of a skull (horrifying), and for one brief glorious moment, Voldemort's bloody corpse. Nott was the only one who could actually laugh at it, and he was the one who drove it back into the box with Lucius and to a lesser extent Narcissa casting the charm to keep it off balance; Draco had regained his feet, but he never cast the spell.

"That sucked," Nott said as he sealed up the box with probably more locking charms than strictly necessary. A paper fluttered away from the bottom of it, from underneath the wrapping paper, and he picked it up curiously, then glanced up at the rest of them.

"What?" Lucius came to collect it, while Draco was insisting shortly to his mother that he was fine, 'just surprised', never mind that his hands were visibly shaking.

Nott handed the paper over, but also relayed what it said. "'Death Eaters, never forgiven'."

The room went quiet. Lucius narrowed his eyes and swiftly scanned the note, but that was all there was. "Take that outside," he instructed, flicking his wand toward the doors, and turned back toward his study. "I'll have the Ministry come for it."

"Can you find out who's behind this?" Nott asked at large. He found Draco's wand rolled up against the bottom stair, and retrieved it in the ensuing silence.

Draco was the only one who answered, after he finished the Calming Draught his mother had the house elf bring him and accepted his wand back. "It doesn't matter."

"It does matter. They can't just get away with doing something like this. What else are you supposed to do? Just take it?"

"You don't validate them with a reaction," Draco said flatly. "You don't sink to their level."

Not publicly, anyway. Lucius was going to find the responsible party.

#fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x theo #malfoy family domesticity #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #theo nott #boggart #tw: fear #draco is scared #draco malfoy fanfiction #teen draco #malfoy family #splendidissimus writing

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hangon-silvergirl · 1 year

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What's your favourite thing you've written this year? Can be a whole story, a chapter, a line or piece of dialogue, a turn of phrase - anything!

My favorite thing that I've written this year is the first scene that I wrote for Marigold (it's from chapter two), and writing it was what made me decide to publish the story (and ultimately the buzz as well). I'd been out of fandom for a couple of years at that point, had even deleted my original tumblr, and I was honestly really hesitant to start publishing fanfic again.

This particular idea, however, haunted me for like two weeks before I finally hashed it out, and writing it really made me really want to share it with people. Marigold has had a very clear start, middle, and end for me right from the beginning, and it all took shape around this little section:

Bowie wraps up and Dio starts playing Rainbow in the Dark. Chrissy preens, starts crooning; she loves this song. It might be her favorite, next to Uptown Girl. It’s a song she’d stumbled on, discovered while watching MTV at a house party last fall. She’s not generally into this sort of music--hard and heavy, usually aggressive--but Chrissy believes firmly that every genre has exceptions, songs that are for anybody and everybody, and this song is one of those; a gateway drug for metal music. “Lost my hold to the shadows of the night,” she sings quietly. Chrissy queues up at the til behind the only other customer in the store. She absentmindedly takes in his height and broad shoulders and long curly hair, which is pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. There’s a joint tucked behind his ear, and the well-conditioned, prudish part of Chrissy’s brain thinks well that’s brazen. He’s wearing a worn and faded black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans made of more holes than denim. He’s wearing a chain, and he’s got a nice butt. There’s a Slim Jim, a package of Twinkies, and two stacked cartons of Pall Malls on the counter in front of him, and he’s drumming his long fingers against the plastic of the lottery ticket display. His fingers are full of rings. Abruptly Chrissy’s brain catches up with what she’s looking at, specifically that she's been casually checking out Eddie Munson. She tenses immediately and her eyes go wide. Shit. Chrissy doesn’t want him to see her. She’s enjoying this however-brief foray into a version of Hawkins where she’s got a little anonymity, where she's not Chrissy Cunningham. She’s not ready for the spell to be broken, to turn into a pumpkin, to hear her mother’s ugly words again (not after just resolving to stamp them out of her subconscious). She wants to eat, actually eat the chili dog in her hand. Chrissy takes a couple of steps backward, glancing frantically around for an escape route, considers ducking behind a shelf and spying on him from behind the bags of corn nuts. It’s too late, though. Eddie starts turning around, and he does so in slow motion. His mouth is twisting into a grin. His fringe and the loose curls around his face bounce. He’s leaning against the gum rack, and one of his legs is bouncing too, fingers still tap-tap-tapping away. “Great song--” he starts to say, but Eddie stops dead in both movement and words the second he and Chrissy make eye contact. Obvious recognition flits across his face. “Oh dang,” she all but whispers. Chrissy would shrink, the way she always does, it’s what she wants to do, make herself so small she just disappears; she wishes she could fold herself into the walk-in fridge with the bags of milk, or climb into the ice machine. Her arms are laden with glorious garbage, though, so she’s stuck. She’s on display like an exhibit in a museum: Unhinged, Spiraling Cheerleader - 1985. Chrissy starts chewing on her bottom lip, heat rising unbidden in her cheeks, because of course it does. (She must look absolutely insane.) Eddie seems to struggle to take in everything--her food, her clothes, her music, her very existence in this 7/11--it looks like he’s trying to mentally solve a very complicated math problem. “Chrissy Cunningham?” he asks, profoundly confused. She nods, mutely. He nods back slowly. “You’re listening to Dio.” This is a statement, not a question. “Um,” she manages. “Yes?” He blinks. “Oh.”

Thanks for the ask, @notquitecogent 🥰

#ask alie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic: marigold #hellcheer fanfic: the buzz #notquitecogent #writing

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blackocsupremacy · 2 years

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THUNDER AND FURY (THOR ODINSON X BLACK! OC)

Summary: Nicki Fury a tough girl who had no time for games is put on a team of formidable superheros falling in love with her polar opposite Thor odinson

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Nicki ignored the repetitive punching and the loud breathing as she entered the building she was sent to recruit the star spangled banner himself.

"Trouble sleeping?" Nicki asked as her heels clicked against the tile floor.

"I slept for seventy years, ma'am. I think I've had my fill."

"Ma'am makes me sound old, Nicki" she nodded shaking his calloused hand "you should be out, celebrating, seeing the world."

Steve stopped punching and walked over to the bench, unraveling the tape off his hands before sitting down.

"I went under, the world was at war, I wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost."

Nicki subconsciously rolled her eyes. Brooding men were always the worst men, "We've made some mistakes along the way. Some more recent than others."

"You here with a mission, ma- Nicki?" He corrected himself.

"Unfortunately" she shrugged.

Steve shook his head with a light smile "Trying to get me back in the world?"

"Trying to get you to save it." Nicki handed him a file on the Tesseract, along with other files on HYDRA'S projects.

"Hydra's secret weapon." He spoke plainly.

"Howard Stark fished that thing out of the ocean when he was searching for you." She told him "He thought what we think, the Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy. That's something the world sorely needs right now."

Steve raised an eyebrow" Who took it from you?"

"His name's Loki. He's not from around here. There's a lot we'll have to bring you up to speed on if you're in. The world has gotten even stranger than you already know." Nicki said as she sat next to the soldier taking the file back.

"At this point, I doubt anything would surprise me." He scoffed out a chuckle .

"Ten bucks says you're wrong." Nicki smiled blandly in a sing-songy tone. "There's a debriefing package waiting for you back at your apartment."

Steve stood up to leave picking up a punching bag on his way out.

"Is there anything you can tell us about the Tesseract that we ought to know now?" Nicki questioned pushing her hair out of her face.

Steve sent her one last look "You should have left it in the ocean."

___

Nicki stood far atop of the Helicarrier watching as Captain America finally landed. She'd like the breeze in her hair it made her forget they were at odds with evil something she often thought about.

Not many things made her happy same went for people she was definitely watch you'd call an introvert.

"Gentlemen, lady" she nodded to Natasha as she warped behind the three not quite superheros. "you may wanna step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breath."

Suddenly the Helicarrier started to shake as it prepared to fly or sail as she called it.

"Is this is a submarine?" Steve asked spinning around to Nicki.

Bruce scoffed "Really? They wanted me in a submerged pressurized metal container?"

Steve and Bruce followed Nicki as she moved to the edge of the Helicarrier watching as four huge lift fans mounted on the side of the aircraft lifting them into the air taking flight, Steve watching in awe as Banner smiled.

"Oh, no. This is much worse."

Nicki lead them to the bridge of the ship a flurry of activity all around the room. Dozens of agents sat in front of their viewscreens.

Agent Hill shouts for her instructs to leave. Turning to Fury, who is at his command chair.

"We're at lock, sir." Maria said standing below him.

"Good. Let's vanish." With that the Helicarrier rised higher into the sky. Suddenly, the entire ship was covered in reflecting mirrors, which then camouflaged them in the sky.

Steve and Banner walk through the glorious, gleaming bridge, taking his position at the science counsel Fury spoke "Gentlemen."

Steve takes out his wallet passing Nicki 10 bucks as she reached around her father she smiled ignoring her father's questioning stare "thank you Captain"

"Doctor thank you for coming" Fury extended his hand which Banner, reluctantly shook.

"Thanks for asking nicely." He paused "So, uh... how long am I staying?"

"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear." Fury nodded.

"Where are you with that?" Banner questioned.

Fury turned to Agent Coulson to explain, while Natasha eyed an image of Clint Barton on an agents screen.

"We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cellphones, laptops." He listed "If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."

"That's still not gonna find them in time." Natasha frowned

Bruce shrugged "You have to narrow the field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?"

"How many are there?" Nicki asked

"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?" Bruce queried softly.

"That was the most he's said since he's been here" Nicki thought.

"Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please."

Natasha nodded as she walked off, leading Banner down the hall. "You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys."

___

Nicki sat in the driver's seat of one of the Quinjets, Natasha in the passenger right beside her. They seem to have made it just in time cap look to be getting quite the beating.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down." Natasha spoke through the speaker of the Quinjet. Like greased lighting, Loki sends a blast of blue at the Quinjet. Nicki maneuvered it just in time, giving Cap the time to throw his shield at Loki. They both begin to duke it out.

Loki flung Cap to the ground. Cap then threw his shield, but Loki swatted it away. Cap, using all the moves of a boxer, is knocked down by Loki. Standing over him, he points the scepter's tip on his helmet.

"Kneel."

"Not today!" Cap flips and knocks him out with his leg. Loki grabs him and flips him over.

Suddenly inside the Quinjet, AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" overdrives the speakers.

"Ladies, did you miss me?" Tony's voice rang through their ears, Both Cap and Loki look up at the sky in confusion.

Tony flies over in his Iron man suit before blasting Loki right back to the ground. Iron man touche down standing up aiming his hand blasters at Loki's face "Make your move, Reindeer Games."

Loki puts up his hands in surrender. His armor materializing away. "Good move."

"Mr. Stark." Steve greeted.

"Captain."

Now that everyone was inside the Quinjet Nicki watched the skies, thunder coming out of nowhere. Fury speaks over her headset. _Said anything?"

"Not a word." Nicki answered.

"Just get him here. We're low on time." With that he disconnected without another word.

"Love you too dad." she mocked.

With Loki tied up and cuffed to his seat, Tony and Steve watch from a distance, whispering to one another.

"I don't like it." Steve muttered.

"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" Tony joked.

"I don't remember it being ever that easy" Steve said looking behind his shoulders. "This guy packs a wallop."

"Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What's your thing? Pilates?" Tony questioned ignoring Cap's concerns.

"What?'

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle." Tony shrugged lightly.

Steve looked at Tony, a look of disgusted disbelief on his face not realizing he had finally met his ego match. "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

Tony scoffed "Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you."

thunder and lightning nearly hit the jet, making it shake violently.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha gawked as thunder rumbles overhead. Loki staring out the window intently.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" Taunted Steve.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." He sighed.

outside the jet a blinding light hits the jet. What they thought was a light turned out to be a man, said man ripped open the ramp knocking Tony out of his way.

Grabbing Loki by the throat he flew out leaving Steve and Tony dumbstruck. Tony quickly put his Iron man helmet on, "Now there's that guy."

"Another Asgardian?" Natasha wondered.

"Think the guy's a friendly?" Steve asked Tony.

"Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost." Tony turned getting ready to jump off the jet to chase after Thor.

"Stark if you go out there I will cut your power receptors and hide your big man size charger so you power off forever" Nicki threatened.

"Stark, what she means is we need a plan of attack!" Steve corrected. Nicki meant exactly what she said it was nothing for her to throw water on him and call it a day.

"I have a plan. Attack." Iron man jumped out of the jet chasing after Thor, Cap grabbed a parachute looking to follow him.

"Sit this one out, Cap." Nicki commanded "don't make me tell you twice."

"I don't see how I can." He shrugged

"These guys come from legends, they're basically gods." Natasha argued

"They are gods" Nicki countered.

"There's only one God, ma'am. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." Cap jumped out of the jet not even given Nicki a passing glance.

Nicki let out a sigh before punching the dashboard in front of her leaving a dent so big you would have thought she herself was the Hulk, "you wanna disobey me too?" Nicki asked Natasha who shook her head.

She was gonna have a field day with those two.

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First Christmas Part 2

Yeah, I know Christmas is long gone, even the Orthodox Christians had Christmas by now, but I follow the glorious tradition of fanfic authors here to start the Christmas fic at Christmas and keep on writing. And this will be the last part, I promise. Actually, I wanted to make it NSFW again but well, for a change, these idiots aren't yearning that much lol You can read the first part here

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A satisfied smile was on Tali's face as she still sleepily buried her nose in Constantine's shoulder. His very own smell of fresh rain and something she could only define as warm only relaxed her further, that she almost fell asleep again if it hadn't been for his grumbling laugh. He turned on his side and pulled her toward him by the waist. "Good morning." His sleepy voice made her smile even more. She liked that huskiness of what morning brought to Constantine's voice for reasons she couldn't explain either. "Morning," she giggled into his shoulder. His hand wandered over her back, accompanied by the satisfied hum. "Good thing I am prepared." "Huh?" Grinning, he kissed her. "Breakfast in bed?" "Then you'll have to get up..." "Not for long. Here's what we'll do: I'll prepare breakfast and you'll see what your parents' Christmas present is?" "My parents' Christmas present?" He kissed her again, then stood up amid Tali's unruly grumbling. "In your bag, as far as I know." "Would you?" She looked at him pleadingly, still curled up in the thick blanket, while he was already standing at the foot of it, naked, of course. "Of course," he replied, amused, and went to get her bag from the living room, where it still stood since the moment, they had arrived the afternoon before.

Giggling, Tali buried herself in bed as she felt a little guilty for not having managed to get her things into the bedroom, but on the other hand they had clearly been busy with other things. Constantine came back with her bag and had conjured a pair of slacks from somewhere on the side that he was wearing. With another kiss, he set the bag down on the bed. "Breakfast will be ready quickly." "No fresh rolls?" "What do I have an oven for?" Skeptically she looked at him while her arm searched for the bag. Constantine just shook his head with a fine amused laugh and left. Tali rummaged through her clothes and found a small package at the very bottom of the bag. An anticipatory giggle escaped her as she pulled it out and saw that it had clearly been wrapped by her mother, the way the bow was tied around it. Hastily, she pulled off the ribbon and tore open the wrapping paper. As small as it was, she knew it was probably jewelry, but what she found was still unexpected. Inside the box was a set of necklace with pendant, earrings, and two bracelets one of which was larger and had a small note on it. It was the shape of the pendants and earrings, however, that had Tali looking stunned into the box. All of them had the elongated shape of shields. She knew exactly what this jewelry meant. Her hand trembled as she took out the note. Tali had to take a deep breath and steady herself so she could read the note, because the trembling would have made it impossible otherwise.

"My little Tali,

if you're reading this, you probably already know why we made a little secret about your Christmas present and realized what the jewelry was all about.

We don't know what lies ahead for you on your path, but one thing your father and I know for sure is that the ancestors trust you to follow the right path, and whatever they know, they insisted that Constantine get a bracelet as well.

I can only assume that your paths are more connected than we can guess, but if there's anyone I want to know by your side, it's him.

Enjoy the holidays, take it easy, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Mom."

The feeling as if everything had just turned upside down spread through Tali as she put the note away. The letter explained the larger bracelet with it, though, even if Tali had already suspected something like that. "Are you all right?" Constantine stood in the doorway with a concerned look on his face. "For today, yes." "For today?" In a few large steps he was with her and took the bag aside before sitting down on the bed. His eyes fell on the box of jewelry and went up to her questioningly. "Is there something I don't understand?" "A few things," Tali chuckled tensely. She picked up the bracelet that was meant for him and waved him closer with her index finger. "Let's start with the fact that this is for you." "For me?"

He was as confused as she was before, but reached out so she could put it on him. The shield form wrapped elegantly around his wrist and closed with the small chain as if by itself. Astonishment was in his gaze as he looked at it more closely. "Why a shield? It reminds me in a strange way of the shields of some Middle African tribes." "Because my family's origins are in Africa," Tali laughed out, kissing him on the nose. "That makes sense then, but I have a feeling there's more to it. She dug a hair tie out of the cosmetic bag still beside her and made a messy ponytail. "When a hyena spirit unlocks their powers, the parents contact the ancestors to learn what the young hyena's path is and accordingly select a gift to welcome the young hyena into the circle of adults. "The jewelry is this gift?" "Yes, it is." The look Constantine gave his bracelet Tali could well understand. He raised his arm a little. "Then why this?" "Only the ancestors know that. You know that all the animal spirits go back to the Tree of Life when we die and reside there as ancestors, acting as advisors to our descendants when needed?" "I have heard of that. It's different for us elementals. We get in touch with nature itself." "Sounds logical to me." Slowly, Constantine pulled her over to him and onto his lap. "What does the jewelry mean?" Tali ran her fingertips over his bracelet and hummed lightly to herself. "The shield itself means that my path, is that of a protector, but do you see the layout? Usually the parent's colors are dominant, and the child's in the center with no additional adornment. Here it is different. The purple stands for me, it's edged with gold and decorated. In the middle, it looks more like a globe, in which the red for my mother and yellow for my father are just borders." Only his chuckle stopped her, then Tali realized she had been talking fast. "In summary, then, it means what?" "The border used to be used only for the guards of the elders, so basically something like Kingsguard? Whatever the ancestors have given away, it means that at some point in my life I will protect something or someone important in some way, directly or indirectly. The weird point is that the ancestors wanted you to get the bracelet, which means there's the two of us in there, and that in turn means they have knowledge from the loom." Taking a deep breath, Tali fell against his shoulder. "Is that possible?" "What?" "Is it possible for the ancestors to gain access to the loom of fate?" "Yes and no. If it's something that affects the Tree of Life they get it. So they have access through three corners, if you want to put it that way." Gently, he stroked her back, causing a comforting shiver. "I'm beginning to understand why you have such a keen interest in the loom." "Thanks, but weren't you going to make breakfast?" Tali grinned broadly at him. "Are you getting impatient?" "Hungry. Or I'll bite you." Playfully, she bit his shoulder, only to end up back in bed a moment later, with Constantine hovering over her, a smirk on his face and a fine wicked glint in his eye. "That should wait until after breakfast." She wiggled her eyebrows, making him laugh as he walked back into the kitchen. Carefully, Tali took the box back and put on her bracelet. In the late morning light, it looked strangely beautiful, even if its meaning worried her a little. The part she hadn't told Constantine about the meaning was that whatever it was to protect would be pretty damn important to world events, and that clearly scared her. Her gaze went toward the kitchen, where the clatter of dishes revealed that there were also scrambled eggs. She got up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and patted her way into the kitchen. Constantine had his back to her, so she could hug him from behind. Chuckling, he looked over his shoulder. "Feeling a little needy?" "A little." "Maybe I can distract you. Look in the living room under the TV."

A mixture of anticipation and mild skepticism accompanied Tali into the living room. She squatted in front of the dresser where the TV was and pulled open the first drawer. Except for the DVD collection, she found nothing. Curiosity grew as she pulled open the other drawer. Her squeal was answered with a laugh from the kitchen as she took out the PlayStation. Inside the drawer were a few more games that she was sure she had mentioned at some point that she had played or wanted to play. "You're having fun?" came from the kitchen. "We will after breakfast," she threw back, giggling. Practiced, she wired everything up and fired up the PlayStation. When the startup screen came up, it surprised her to see that it was a brand-new console that had yet to be completely set up. So busy setting up and updating, she didn't notice Constantine step up behind her until he put his hand on her shoulder. "Breakfast is ready." Tali stuck her head up for a kiss and confirmed the last few things before standing up. Startled, she cried out as Constantine lifted her up and carried her back to bed, blanket and all. "I promised you breakfast in bed, forgot." "No, but I can walk too." Giggling, she buried her face in his shoulder. "I had my worries that I wouldn't be able to get you out of the living room after the surprise worked so well." "I love videogames, but I love you a lot more. And thank you for that." She was gently eased into bed. Everything was already waiting for her at the side, so he wouldn't have to leave again either. "I thought after you gave your PlayStation to your siblings because theirs broke, and you talk so often about showing me some games, this would be a fitting solution." "It is. You even remembered which games I was waiting for." Embarrassed, he smiled and set the tray of breakfast down in front of her. The smell of fresh rolls and scrambled eggs rose to her nose and made her stomach growl. As she tussled, her eyes fell more closely on the tray, and she paused for a moment, only to look at Constantine. He acted as if nothing was wrong and as if it was perfectly normal that there were two different massage oils between the coffee and the scrambled eggs. Once again, she took a closer look and picked the plain unscented massage oil off the tray with her fingertips and set it aside, keeping her eyes on Constantine. "You're extra sweet this morning," he just grinned. "You know how much I love chocolate." His hand traveled up Tali's back like a breeze. "That means it was a good idea to bring the cocoa butter bath bombs, too." For a moment, Tali was tempted to grab his hand and bite his fingers, but decided to go for the scrambled eggs instead. On the other hand, a plan was developing in her head about how she envisioned spending the day, and a long, arousing bath with Constantine was clearly part of it.

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