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All His Fault

In the large mansion, isolated from the bustling city, a place was covered in mystery, a place was covered in death. On these grounds, an atmosphere so thick laid like a blanket around the house, suffocating the people in it.

One shouts so loud that the people outside- the butler, chef, and gardener- cringe in hurt. They know what is real. They pack their backs and get ready to get out. They know what is happening. One, sadly, is still shrouded from it.

William shouts as loud as his lungs could give.

Damien? Celine? Come out! You got me! This was an elaborate prank, you got me, now, come out!”

At first, it was a call for them, come on, pleasepleasepleasecomeout. No one’s dead, right? But as time went on, it was becoming a chant. A chant of his heart, for his mind, to keep working, keep moving, keep calling. They’re not dead. They’re playing a prank.

“Come on William.” He whispered to himself, fiddling with his lenses. “Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it. D-Don’t…” He swallowed, a sharp short pain in his dry throat. “They’re not dead. Come on! Damien! Celine-!”

“William.” A voice calls from his back, and he looked at the corner of his eyes.  A cracked mirror. His friend, reflected on the smooth, jagged surface. A look of anger, vengeance, burning. “Stop.”

“You don’t understand, Mark.” He grits out in a faux happy tune, but both knew it was fake as it can get. “Those two- they were— are, my friends. For years!  And you know they love pranks. They’ve got to get out soon!”

The other man steps forward, and it was only this time did William register the familiar cane in his hands. A surge of disbelief ran through him, and blindly, as if his body knew what his mind wanted to do before it instructed him, walked briskly towards the other and snatched the cane, clutching it close to his chest.

“This- this isn’t yours. It’s Damien’s. Not. Not yours.” He stammered, not knowing why. Was it anger? Disbelief? Or was he hurting already? What did it feel to hurt? “You’re not supposed to hold it. It’s his. Mayor’s.”


“You shut your mouth!” He retaliated, hands shaking, and he felt his body drop. ‘Stop.’ He yelled desperately in his mind, a slow hysterical feel creeping in his internal voice. ‘Stand tall! At ease! Parade rest! God fucking-‘

A firm hand landed on his shoulder. A familiar touch, yet not so. It felt cold, as if owner’s anger that he was feeling was ice-hot. William blinked the tears from his eyes, and removed his glasses, drying the tears on them. And-how peculiar was that. He was on his knees. When was he on his knees? Did he do something wrong?

“Did I kill them?” He asked no one, no one in particular, absolutely removing anyone around him from his midst. He was alone in this room, wasn’t he? Or was the man behind him, no, not just a man, Mark, behind him? “No, no, I didn’t, right? Mark’s alive?”

“Yes. But-“

“Oh god. Oh god. Goodness gracious. I thought- and Celine, and Damien, and-and-and, and Y/N, right, I didn’t kill them?” He tried to stand, but his knees were too wobbly, and he had to balance himself upright. “Mark, I didn’t kill them?”

Mark didn’t answer. The anger that was projected on his face earlier waned, morphing into something drastic, pitying, hurting, all at once. “William- I, I’m trying to tell you, please, listen-“

William’s smile grew, a painful one, and his eyes, oh his eyes, filling up with hot tears.

“Mark, I didn’t kill them?!” He asked once more, and he stumbled, losing grip. He stared at the cane first before looking up at the other’s face. “T-Tell me, you’re alive?”

“I-“ Mark brought his hand up to his face, massaging his nose. “It’s hard to explain, but yes, I am alive, but- but not in the way that I used to be. William.” He bent down and gripped the steadily hysterical man. “William, listen to me. I am alive. But I- I am Celine. I am Damien. We’re both here, but- but we’re dead, William. Do you understand?”

The man stared at him, and Dark, who had been just letting his anger reign himself in, bit his lip, seeing the absolute pain in his eyes. Celine and Damien, in his conscious, struggled, gasped. Both tried to control themselves to project the man they wanted to take vengeance as.

Then they heard the ramblings. The ramblings, by god, the ramblings, they figured out, my god, where was their friend going?

“D-Damien in the body? C-Celine in the body? That’s- that’s great! They’re not dead! Mark’s not alive! That’s even greater! No one’s dead! No one’s dead! F-Fuck, no one’s dead!

However when they saw their childhood friend break, absolutely break, Dark knelt, and shed a few tears.

“William, please.” He looked at his friend. “William-“

The other man stood up, fast as lightning, and shouted upwards. “No one’s dead! They’re all alive! Hah! G-Good one, good one!” He smiled, a painstaking, hysterical, twisted, and deranged smile. “That must be pretty harsh! To be there in there! What do you call yourselves?”

In a small, but relenting voice, he whispered, “Dark.” And he winced at the bigger smile that took over his friend’s face. “William, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes!” He smiled, and- were those tears? Tears of a man so far from reality. Tears from a man who can’t accept reality and forged his own. Tears that signified the great loss of a man.

Dark stood up, and looked at him, with baited breath. Celine and Damien’s friend’s sanity was long gone. In a broken giggle, William beamed widely.

“No one’s dead! No one is dead!”

And that was the final straw for Damien. In Dark’s mind, he paced gripped his lapels as hard as he can, and grinded out through his teeth his words.

He fucking did this to him! Look at him! Fuck, Celine!” He demanded, and Celine watched his tirade, eyes widening as she saw the anger overtake him. “He took everything away from us! He took me. I could deal with that. He took you, and I couldn’t. But- but William! The man was damaged enough as it is! That fucking son of a bitch-“

“Damien, please-“

“Don’t Damien please me, Celine!” His voice was getting higher. “No matter what we could do, magic arts or not, there is no way with helping William anymore! All he sees is Dark, Mark’s face, accommodating us, and we don’t have any way to show him that we’re here. He doesn’t comprehend it!” He yelled, watching her reactions. “You cannot tell me that I shouldn’t destroy his work, his loved ones, his life! Look at how he destroyed him without an ounce of thought!”

Celine bit her lip and exhaled. “Damien. I-“

A gunshot suddenly brought them out of their reverie. Dark blinked, looking at the scene in front of him. A bullet, on the floor, punctured. William, with a gun on his hand, looking lost, like a child without their parents. His eyes wide, he turned a questioning look at the other, who smiled in response.

“You weren’t responding to me.” He laughed, and something unsettling was in his eyes. “I just wanted to check if you were still there. With me. Alive.” He put the gun in his holster. “Y-You weren’t moving, and I know I didn’t put a bullet in you, so you couldn’t have died- but you weren’t moving anymore, so I figured, why not put a bullet on you?” He chuckled even louder. “That seems to bring people alive!”

Dark chose to be silent, and Celine could only sob in her hands, as Damien stood up tall in Dark’s subconscious, unyielding, and hateful. He watched his childhood friend, his comrade, the man he had grew up with, the man he sought out in times of trouble, break as if he was just a plaything; crumble, as if his sanity was just an insignificant sand in the wind; and disappear into a pit of madness, right before his eyes. 

He commanded Dark’s body to stand, and hug the other man, whispering reassurances that he was alive. William would nod and whisper “No one’s dead” again and again, further angering Dark.

This was all Mark’s fault. This was all Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault.

And he will pay.

So. What do you guys think? Hope you like it! Comments will be appreciated ahaaaa

Career Astrology

Determining your possible career paths and the nature of your career is far more complex than simply looking at the sign on the Midheaven and planets in the 10th. Though these will have the strongest affect, planets aspecting the MC from different house and sign will also influence your career (the 2nd house will tell you how and what will ear. you money and the 6th describes the nature of your work environment and employees).

Here is a list of careers related to each sign and planet.



  • Army Officer
  • Butcher
  • Metal worker
  • Fire-fighter
  • Surgeon
  • Ambulance officer
  • Policeman
  • Racer
  • Test piolet
  • Sales person
  • Boss
  • Self - employed
  • Athlete
  • Boxer
  • Solider
  • Executive
  • Physical therapist
  • Mechanic
  • Gunner
  • Weapons

Nature of career: Independent/Leader/Single/Driven/Direct/Assertive/Passionate/Initiative/Aggressive/Competitive


  • Baker
  • Chef
  • Restaurants/Cafe’s
  • Landscaper
  • Gardener
  • Farmer
  • Builder
  • Estate Agent
  • Singer/Vocalist
  • Jeweller
  • Artist
  • Body Artist
  • Craft-worker
  • Musician
  • Banker
  • Governmental employee
  • Administer
  • Investment broker
  • Financer
  • Office manager
  • Shop owner
  • Wine maker
  • Horticulturalist
  • Clothing/Fashion designer
  • Beautician

Nature of career: slow to materialise/Step by step/Stubborn in changing workplace/predictable and/or reliable routine or products/Endurance/Productivity/Thoroughness/Secure/Fixed


  • Writer/Author
  • Multi-takser
  • Journalism
  • Public speaker
  • Radio show host
  • Commentator
  • Broadcasting
  • Bookseller/Publisher
  • Magazine/Newspaper/Blog writer
  • Civil engenier
  • Sales representative/Salesman
  • Advertiser
  • Travel agent
  • TV product demonstrator
  • Communication or all forms
  • Mechanic
  • Personal assistent
  • Secretary
  • Show host
  • Entertainer
  • Postman
  • Teacher
  • Public transportation driver
  • Reporter
  • Comedian
  • Artificer/scribe
  • Translator
  • Librarian

Nature of career: Lots of communication involved (through speech, writing, text ect), changes career often/career ideas, structure or products changes often/Multiple career paths/Adaptable career/Superficiality is displayed in the career/Sociable/Witty/Inquisitive  


  • Nursery Nurse
  • Nanny
  • Midwife
  • Nurse
  • Caterer
  • Chef
  • Cook
  • Home Designer
  • Interior Decorator
  • Interior Designer
  • Textile Design
  • Home wear Designer
  • Working from home
  • Family Business
  • Fisherman
  • Sailor
  • Antique Dealer
  • Museum Curator
  • Historian
  • Publican
  • Navy Officer
  • Defence Lawyer
  • Hotels/Hospitality

Nature of career: Nurturing/Women-Children-Babies is a core focus/Caring/Emotionally involved in the career/Vulnerable/Moody/Protective/Touchy/Sensitivity/Intuitive/Gentle


  • Actor
  • Leader
  • Enterainer
  • Dancer
  • Television Producer/Presenter
  • Fashion model
  • Celebrity
  • Window Dresser
  • Heating engineer
  • Judge
  • Youth Worker
  • Teacher
  • Working with gold
  • President
  • Managing Director
  • Play therapist
  • Leisure center manger
  • Cardio surgeon
  • Event Planner
  • Hairstylist
  • Radio Host

Nature of career: Get to show off/Leader/Proud/Enthusiasm/Generosity/Playfulness/Dignified/Bold


  • Health care
  • Dietitian
  • dental hygienist
  • Janitor/Maid/Cleaner
  • Pharmacist
  • Nurse
  • Nutritionist
  • Personal assistent
  • Accountant
  • Carpenter/Mechanic
  • Analytic
  • Proof Reader
  • Scientist
  • Critic
  • Librarian (along with gemini)
  • Data Processor
  • Management
  • Consultant
  • Yoga teacher
  • Doctor
  • Fitness Trainer
  • Vet
  • Secretary

Nature of career: Practical/Precise/Analytical/Clean and hygienic/Categorising/Service/Efficiency/Perfectionism


  • Beauty
  • Music
  • Art
  • Fashion
  • Lawyer
  • Aesthetics
  • Set/Graphic Designer
  • Beautician
  • Shopping assistant
  • Art Dealer
  • Anything in the music industry
  • Model
  • Judge
  • Diplomat
  • Welfare worker
  • Management consultant
  • Mediator
  • Dating agency
  • Negotiator
  • Business dealer

Nature of career: Balance/Equality/Harmony/Seeing both side to a situation/Diplomacy/Judgment/Adaption/Working with a partner (Husband/Wife/Business partner)/Superficiality

Scorpio/Pluto (Mars)

  • Doctor
  • Scientist
  • Psychologist
  • Detective
  • Criminal Investigator
  • Surveillance Operator
  • Private Investigator
  • Pathologist
  • Hospice Worker
  • Psychiatrist
  • Research worker
  • Hypnotherapist
  • Undertaker
  • Insurance agent
  • Sex therapy
  • Medical practitioner
  • Sewage Worker
  • Archaeologist
  • Pharmacist
  • Surgeon
  • Paramedic
  • Police Officer
  • Solider
  • FBI agent
  • Sex integrated work
  • Occultist

Nature of career: Secretive/Undercover/Mysterious/Sexual/Powerful/Intense/Transformative/Control


  • Travel Guide
  • Piolet
  • Stuntman
  • Personal Trainer
  • Athlete
  • Jockey
  • Working with horses
  • Teacher
  • Lecturer
  • Tutor
  • Philosopher
  • Guru
  • Lawyer
  • Banker
  • Philanthropist
  • Travel Agent
  • Legislators
  • Gambler
  • Professor
  • Publisher

Nature of career: Adventurous/Questioning/Righteous/Idealistic/Careless/Extravagant/Exaggeration/Expansive/Optimism/Teaching


  • Bureaucracy
  • Government
  • Chief executive officer (CEO)
  • Government employee
  • Administrator
  • Politician
  • Law enforcement
  • Entrepreneur
  • Bank manager
  • Teacher
  • Chiropractor
  • Orthopaedic surgeon
  • Dentist
  • Architect
  • Surveyor  
  • Builder
  • Mathematician
  • Engineer
  • Geologist
  • Judge
  • Miner
  • Plumber
  • Gardener
  • Farmer
  • Land/property dealer

Nature of career: Authority/Discipline/Conservation/Caution/Responsibility/Duty/Patient/Hard work


  • Scientist
  • Quantum physicist
  • Systems analyst
  • Involved with technology and/or electricity
  • Electronic engineer
  • Social/Charity worker
  • Astronomer/Astrologer
  • Ecological consultant
  • Radiographer
  • Inventor
  • Reformer
  • Computer Programer
  • Electrician

Nature of career: Innovative/Unique/Eccentric/Unusual/Humanitarian/Technical/Group work


  • Psychic
  • Occult
  • Artist
  • Film maker
  • Musician
  • Dancer
  • Charity worker
  • Hospital work
  • Nurse
  • Working with liquids/gases/poisons
  • Marine/Ocean related work
  • Fishermen
  • Working near the sea/sea themed occupation
  • Rehab councillor
  • Fantasy related
  • Hypnotherapist
  • Preist
  • Healer
  • Tarot Reader
  • Sailor
  • Painter
  • Photographer
  • Illusionist

Nature of career: Beauty/Psychic/Confusion/Fantasy/Empathy/Spiritual 

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Why I'd Be Kicked Out Of The Phantomhive Household
  • Bard: That's our Sebastian! Saving the day!
  • Finny: Thank heavens you're alright Young Master!
  • Mey-Rin: Mister Sebastian! Young Master! You're alright!
  • Me: For fuck's sake Ciel get your shit together and stop getting your ass kidnapped

The fact that many women’s first experiences with being told how to be women comes in the form of lecturing from their mothers about the ways they sit or chew or walk when they are girls is not something we can sweep aside. Frankly it is unsurprising- people do often pass on their pain and hurt from trauma in different ways when they have the absolute power over another human being which entitles them to do so (like in the case of mothers) and considering that girlhood and womanhood are largely collections of traumas and traumatic moments it makes sense that women who’ve been brought up to see order and peace in their own denigration might pass these values onto their children. We might also not be surprised that many mothers lash out at their children because they are the only people with whom they come into regular contact, having been sequestered off from the world in general and made into 24/7 maids, tutors, housekeepers, gardeners, personal chefs, and so on- the enormous stress of the standard way of doing motherhood hurts women, makes them badly emotionally scarred, and places all responsibility for upbringing of children on them in a way that no single human being could possibly ever fulfill. But that doesn’t make this passing on of generational pain less real or important, or less terrible of a thing to put a child through- it has very real implications and very real effects on grown women years later.

Unknown King - part VII

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Sugar daddy Bucky starts to emerge in this part

Word count: 1.8 +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI


Originally posted by narminorujova

Originally posted by stardvsts

You spent Friday afternoon dodging butlers, gardeners, chefs and servers who were going in and out of the house, preparing for the party that would happen later that night. Bucky went away to meet someone for business arrangements. You lounged in your bedroom, staring down and watched as the workers unfolded the amusement park before you. Shea was putting fresh towels in the bathroom.

“What are you going to wear for the party, Y/N?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” You replied. “I’m actually not even sure if I should attend the party.”

“And why is that?” Her voice echoed in the cast bathroom.

You shrugged, “I don’t want to run into any of my coworkers and I also don’t want them to suspect anything.”

“I see,” She said. “Would you still like me to help you pick out something to wear?”

You nodded and walked towards the giant walk in closet that came with the bedroom. You had very little clothing so you only used the first floor of the closet. With Shea’s help, you agreed with a chair of worn out jeans and a shirt.

“I like it,” Shea said. “Very trendy.” She paused and placed a finger on her earpiece. “I have just received word that Mister Barnes has touched down and will arrive at any moment.”

She was right, about fifteen minutes later, the mansion gates were opened and a black SUV Cadillac rolled in. You walked out just as Bucky was climbing the steps. He smiled and pulled you in for a long lingering kiss.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” He said in his low voice. “Did you miss me?”

“Your trip war shorter than I realized it would be,” You said.

“Henry, my pilot does his job well,” He explained and looked over your head to see the commotion going on in his house. “I can see that the preparations are almost done.”

“Mister Barnes,” Ace interrupted. “Where would you like me to put the packages?”

Bucky turned to him before looking back at you, “Put them in Y/N’s room. I’m sure she’ll have a splendid time opening them all.”

You watched as three butlers grabbed two bags each and carried them into the house. Your lips parted and you turned to Bucky, he smiled at you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said.

“But I wanted to,” He added. “Go on, I’ll be there in a bit.”

Although you probably should have argued with him some more, you couldn’t help but be excited about the new gifts. You’ve never been given more than 5 presents in your lifetime and now you were receiving 6 at the same time. You turned on your heel and hurried up the stairs, careful not to run into servers who were rushing around with trays of wine glasses. The butlers walked past you as you entered your bedroom.

You didn’t know where to begin. You grabbed the box white box that said ‘Jimmy Choo’, you opened it and instantly fell in love with the beautiful champagne heels that sat in the box. They fit you perfectly and put the box on your bed before moving onto the next gift. You pulled out a sheer gray robe with gray fur trimming. You immediately slipped it on and felt overwhelmed. All in all, you received two new dresses another pair of shoes and a brand new Macbook.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked.

You turned and engulfed him into a kiss, “ I love it.”

“Almost forgot one thing,” He pulled out something from behind his back. It was a velvet rectangular box. He opened it and revealed a gorgeous pearl necklace that had over twenty pearls. You took it in your hand and continued to stare at it, not believing what was before your eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” You said.

“Picked it out myself,” He smiled proudly.

“But why?” You looked at him. “Why would you get it for me?”

“You deserve to get treated like the queen that you are.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to join the party?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head and balanced the glass of liquor in your hand. “I would much rather be here with you.” You looked out the window in his study. The pandemonium was in the courtyard. Men and women jumped into the pool and acted as if they were at a carnival. They danced wherever and with whoever they desired.

You had spent the entire time in his study, talking about his business trip and upcoming ones. You slowly grew tired of watching and turned away before sitting on the velvet sofa that was in the room. You leaned back and rested the glass on the coffee table. You closed your eyes just as Ace walked in.

“Mister Barnes it’s Mister Harrison,” He said.

“He’s here? Now?” Bucky asked. You opened your eyes to see an annoyed look flash through his eyes. “Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?”

You nodded.

“Sorry, doll, it’s business,” He said and followed Ace out the door.

Within the thirty minutes that he was gone, you had ordered five drinks. By the time he walked back into the room, you were quite tipsy. He looked angry but when his eyes fell on you, they softened and he pulled you into a kiss. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and held you against his chest. He sighed and you weren’t sure if you wanted to ask him about the event that just occurred.

“Have you seen the firework show?” He asked.

“From the small window in my cottage,” You said.

“What’s the point of coming to these parties if you miss the best part?” He grabbed your hand. “Come on, I’ll give you the best view.”

He led you to a door that was hidden behind a thick curtain. Bucky opened it and revealed a dimly lit spiral staircase. He motioned for you to go up and you did, without hesitation. By the time you reached the top, your thighs were on fire. You pushed the door open and stepped onto the roof. You looked behind you, Bucky emerged from one of the many towers that were built into the palace.

Bucky pointed to the horizon. “ The show’s about to start.”

Just as the words left his mouth, fireworks erupted throughout the sky, lighting it all up. It was one after another. You walked closer to the edge, Bucky held your waist close to his body. You looked down and watched as a man dressed in a suit was moving his hands as if conducting the fireworks himself. They sparkled in the sky in dozens of brilliant colors. A smile plays on your lips as you watched the mesmerizing show of color and fire.

Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, you looked away momentarily and saw a few of Bucky’s butlers beating the shit out of an older man. You pursed your lips and immediately looked away. You looked back into the sky just as the last of the fireworks went off. They spread across the sky in giants balls of shimmering light. You turned and pressed a kiss on Bucky as the fireworks continued to rage on behind you.

You woke up in a room that was bigger than any you’ve ever been in. The ceiling was high, the chandelier was dark, its crystals were dim. The duvet was a silky gold color. The bed was large, making you feel small and alone. You sat up. Your hair was disheveled and your shirt was on the floor. The drapes were dark and covered the probably equally tall windows. You looked around, the second floor of the bedroom had tall shelves with clothes. Each cubby was full. You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed your sheer robe that was draped over a chair. You picked up your shirt and hurried out of the room. The train of the robe billowed behind you as you rushed through the halls. You turned a corner and crashed into Shea

“Y/N!” She exclaimed. “I was just coming to fetch you from Mister Barnes’ bedroom.”

“Holy shit,” You said aloud. “His room is huge!”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been in it,” She said and shrugged onto the next subject. “Want me to take you to your room? The house is big, it’s easy to get lost.”

You nodded meekly.

You breathed in a breath of fresh air once you stepped into your bedroom. Shea opened the balcony doors, the thin curtains flowed in from the light gust of wind that was picking up.

“Mister Barnes in waiting for you in the kitchen,” Shea said. “Now I have some errands to run.”

“Thank you, Shea,” You smiled as she left.

You changed into something more comfortable before slipping on your robe and walking down to the kitchen. Bucky looked at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but feel sick.

“Morning doll, you look beautiful,” He said.

You gave him a forced smile, “Last night, did we…?”

He furrowed his eyebrows then shook his head, “God, no. You were drunk and half conscious, I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

You walked over to him, cupped his cheeks and stood on your toes to kiss him, “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. Not that I don’t want to do that with you,” You quickly said. “It’s just that, I down want it to be like that.” You blushed furiously as the word vomit continued to spill out of your mouth.

Bucky smiled, “I know what you mean, love.” He kissed your forehead. “I made breakfast.” He showed you the plate of French toast.

Your mouth watered as you took the plate. The smell was so strong but so good. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you wolfed down three slices of the French toast. You leaned back in your chair and took a deep breath.

“That was delicious,” You remarked.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said.

You looked around the kitchen. The vivid memory of the butlers beating up the guy was still burning in your head. You found yourself staring off into the distance, your mind going blank as you looked at nothing in particular. You forced yourself to look away, meeting Bucky’s eyes once again.

“I spaced out for a moment there,” You regarded.

Ace walked into the room, he whispered something into Bucky’s ear. He nodded and stood up, “I need to take this.” He walked out of the room with Ace trailing behind him. Shea appeared from around the corner. You needed to get out of the house for a while.

“Shea, would you like to come with me to the store?” You asked.

Her eyes widened momentarily, “Are you sure you want me to come?”

You nodded, “Yes, we can have someone drive us.”

“Okay,” She said. “I’ll have Thomas bring a car over.”

You felt like you were suffocating. Living in Bucky’s place was great but you only ever left the house when you went out on dates. It’s time you get some fresh air and go out on your own. You needed to clear your head and Bucky will be fine if he’s alone for a while.

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Today two of my favorite stories came to an end and I cannot find the words to describe how happy and complete I feel right now!

The Walled Garden by @moonbeammadness is so amazing and left me at the edge of my seat from the first chapter on. For months, your story had me refreshing my email non-stop on a daily basis. This story makes you feel SO freaking much!! I’m so happy to have discovered your stories a while back and I know I’ll read everything you write from now on.

Compliments to the Chef by @xambedo is a story I cannot find the words to express my feelings towards it. It’s just so heart warming and brought me close to tears several times. You are an amazing writer and I’m so happy I found your story a couple months back. I can’t wait to read your next stories :D

To both of you: Thank you so much for your excellent work and for sharing your talent with the fandom!


Helena Hartman - for @ssoulpeace‘s MMBC

An avid chef and gardener, it’s very easy to say that Helena is a very practical girl. However, she’s a bit of a slob and usually ends up spilling what she’s made down her clothes. Whoops? Helena’s a bit of a daredevil, and is always up for taking risks, which is what made her decide to sign up for Rose Monroe’s BC. If anything, it gives her a bit of life experience!


anonymous asked:

more Cordelia/Charlotte baseball au hcs?

kk (is this controversial if I don’t make them pre-established in this au?? Idk. I feel like in all my fics, I make them already in a relationship, so I kinda want to show how that relationship starts and flourishes).

—Cordelia is Whizzer’s best friend/personal chef (ie Whizzer is her personal guinea pig)/unofficial therapist to his Boy Problems. They grew up in a small town in Nebraska (guess which one?? Lol, you’re right—Kearney), and Cordelia was always Super Supportive of Whizzer’s baseball and Whizzer was always Super Supportive of her cooking. Since their parents were never really supportive of either of them, they relied on each other and even though Cordelia now lives in New York and Whizzer doesn’t, they talk on the phone all the time and visit each other at least three times a month and the media thought they were dating for awhile before Whizzer fixed that shit right then and there bc /gross/.

—Marvin and Charlotte met when Marvin moved next-door after he divorced Trina, and they kept running into each other in the hallway and making awkward small talk until Charlotte lets it slip that she’s going on a date with a girl tonight and Marvin is like “Oh My God, You’re Gay Too? Thank God” bc both of them are a little egotistical and thought the other was flirting with them (hint: neither really was). Anyways, Charlotte and Marvin form like this gay solidarity and their interactions become less awkward and more frequent bc they have the same sense of humor and weird superiority insecurities. And one day, they’re eating Chinese food on Marvin’s shitty sofa and watching MASH and Charlotte looks at him and says, “You know, I think you might be my best friend.” And Marvin thinks a minute before saying, “You know, I think you might be my only friend.” And they are nerdy Friendship Goals.

—Cordelia and Charlotte first meet when Whizzer takes Cordelia to Marvin’s apartment to introduce his boyfriend and his best friend to each other, and Charlotte is already leaving her own apartment and sees them in the hallway and she loses ability to function for a second because that blonde girl is so /pretty/ (God, look at those cheekbones) and why the hell is she standing in front of /Marvin’s/ door???

—Charlotte just automatically smiles at her as soon as she and Cordelia make eye contact and that’s all Cordelia can think about the entire day—even though she had promised herself she was going to grill Marvin as is her duty of being Whizzer’s Best Friend. When she finds out that Marvin knows Charlotte and that she’s gay, Cordelia makes him tell her Everything^tm.

—Charlotte had to rush out bc she had a shift at the hospital but when she gets back, Marvin tells her bemusedly that Whizzer’s friend wanted to make sure that she got her phone number and that he is Pissed^tm that Charlotte just has to /smile/ at someone to make them fall in love with her.

—They start texting. Cordelia uses way too many emojis and drops the f bomb every other text. Charlotte is SMITTEN. They text until like 2am that first night.

—Charlotte has a very hectic, random schedule at the hospital, so it seems like she keeps blowing Cordelia off when she tries to set up a date. Charlotte realizes this and demands to know her address at 1am and when Cordelia bemusedly sends her it, Charlotte is standing in front of her apartment building fifteen minutes later, her make-up smudged from a long day at work and she’s still wearing her scrubs and lab coat. Cordelia invites her in and they eat old Hot Pockets that Cordelia found in her freezer and eventually pass out on her kitchen floor.

—Charlotte kisses her that night, when Cordelia starts explaining how she’s actually going to quit her job as a chef at Olive Garden and start her own catering business and she’s really nervous but it’s her passion and she wants to be happy with herself fully. And Cordelia is so passionate about this—Charlotte sees the flush on those cheekbones and the fire in her eyes and she just has to kiss her.

—When they’re in that phase of “We’ve been on a couple dates so when can we make a verbal agreement to only kiss each other and I can start calling you my girlfriend?” Cordelia calls Charlotte her doctor instead bc she’s a sap and she wants Charlotte to know that she means a lot to her. Even when they make things official, “my doctor” becomes a pet name.

—Charlotte and Cordelia are Big fans of baseball. They bicker all the time about whether a player was safe or out and like which player is objectively the best ever (“‘Delia, DiMaggio had a 56-game hitting streak.” “Whizzer probably has like a 56 MILLION-game hitting streak!” “Not to interrupt, but that isn't—” “Shut up, Brown. I’m stanning for you.”), and it is /very/ fun to watch.

—They support each other in their ambitions and are very affectionate and love-dovey and Charlotte never thought that someone could love her (given her dedication to her work and the weird hours at the hospital and the fact that she can be a bitch sometimes when she’s stressed and frustrated) and Cordelia never thought that someone could love her (given her temper and over-protectiveness and the fact that she wants to be a caterer and not like some gourmet chef and she sometimes feels worthless and uninspired and like she’s throwing her life away), but they found that someone and it was each other.

  • Aries: Firefighter, police officer, defense attorney, parks and recreation, soldier, stunt person
  • Taurus: Gardener, chef, legal consultant, engineer, designer, artist, teacher, receptionist
  • Gemini: Entrepreneur, lawyer, writer, historian, comedian, computer, tech support
  • Cancer: Teacher, social worker, nurse, artist, chef, interior designer, real estate agent
  • Leo: CEO, performer, fashion designer, politician, salesperson, socialite
  • Virgo: Writer, doctor, counselor, critic, editor, linguist, teacher, accountant
  • Libra: Lawyer, diplomat, socialite, counselor, fashion designer, politician, spokesperson
  • Scorpio: Detective, police officer, scientist, researcher, psychologist/psychiatrist, private investigator
  • Sagittarius: Politician, coach, travel agent, philosopher, environmentalist, explorer, translator
  • Capricorn: Manager, politician, administrator, CEO, accountant, entrepreneur, private investigator
  • Aquarius: Scientist, pilot, astronomer, writer, musician, designer, politician, judge, social worker
  • Pisces: Musician, dancer, artist, entertainer, photographer, animal service, nurse
Astrology and Jobs

( Using your Midheaven would be most accurate, but if you’re lazy your sun sign could work as well. To find your midheaven you will need your time of birth. Visit


Aries Midheaven: Athlete, soldier, drummer, journalist, cosmetologist, mechanic, engineer, etc.

Taurus Midheaven: executive, chef, politician, gardener, musician, cosmetologist, banker, architect, interior designer

Gemini Midheaven: journalist, translator, talk-show host, public relations executive, novelist/poet/writer, marketing, teacher

Cancer Midheaven: Historian, realtor, marine biologist, zoologist, baker, gardener, caterer

Leo Midheaven: actor, publicist, theatre, hairstylist, reality TV-show personality, speaker

Virgo Midheaven: Naturopath, housecleaner,  statistician, archivist, technician

Libra Midheaven: guidance councelor, art dealer, artist, beautician, graphic designer, interior decorator, human resources, lawyer, referee, mediator, architect

Scorpio Midheaven: Forensics, private investigator, psychiatrist, researcher, surgeon, sex therapist

Sagittarius Midheaven: publisher, anything involving animals/pets, clergy, interpreter, professor,


Capricorn Midheaven: accountant, professional organizer, financial planner, real estate developer, cahier, general laborer, computer programmer

Aquarius Midheaven: mediator, weatherperson, rocket scientist, social worker, conceptual artist, astrologer, engineer

Pisces Midheaven: pharmacist, bar tender, religious teacher, film maker, photographer, animator, addicitons councelor


The planets in the 10th house (Midheaven) (briefly explained)

Sun: Your job is where your sense of pride comes from

Moon: Natural insight and understanding of other people

Mercury: Very good at communicating your ideas

Venus: Will most likely have success because of friendly, loving, or outgoing nature

Mars: very passionate about career, and will put much energy into it. Very driven and professional.

Jupiter: brings success, good fortune, and prosperity to your career.

Saturn: Great perseverance in reaching your goals.

Uranus: Needs a job that expresses their indivduality.

Neptune: can be unclear in your career objectives, and fluctuate with your decisions.

Pluto: You like to be on the top, and desperately want to make an impact in the world.

The Star Signs In Medieval Times.

Aries: Army General/ Knight/ Crusader.

Taurus: Chef. Painter. Gardener/ Crop Farmer.

Gemini: Herald. Book Translator.

Cancer: Court Jester. Castle Guard.

Leo: King/ Queen.

Virgo: King’s/ Queen’s Advisor. Servant.

Libra: Priest/ Priestess. Monk. Nun.

Scorpio: Witch/ Wizard/ Magician.

Sagittarius: Explorer and Datalogger. Lancer/ Jousting Champion.

Capricorn: Castle Decorator. Festival Planner.

Aquarius: Revolutionary. Philosopher.

Pisces: Minstrel. Author of Fairy Tales.

  • Aries: They need you to help fight in a war against other aliens.
  • Taurus: Aliens noticed your amazing cooking skills and have taken you as a personal chef and gardener.
  • Gemini: They wish to learn more about humans and our languages.
  • Cancer: Alien females are infertile and they need you to reproduce for them.
  • Leo: They confused you for an earth-creature known as a "cat."
  • Virgo: They needed a historian and someone intelligent to keep track of events that occur.
  • Libra: Aliens abducted you in the hopes of copying your DNA sequence.
  • Scorpio: You were abducted by mistake.
  • Sagittarius: They abducted you to perform experiments on you.
  • Capricorn: So you can help them develop battle plans.
  • Aquarius: They think you're one of them.
  • Pisces: They have never found an organism with fewer brain cells than you.
Pour some sugar on me PART 3 - Ashton smut

Author’s note : This was awesome to write, I had a swell time. I am back to school now so I have more time to write :) Sorry the GIF sucks but the WIFI here is plain shit, I’ll update that I swear

I diligently went to my classes. The day was bright yet not particularly warm and the breeze caressed my skin sending shivers. It was not unpleasant though.
The few friends I had there gave me some loud wolf-whistles, joking on my outfit, as some girls in our pack that I did not especially like sent me condescending glares. Slut, I could read.
“Has someone got a date or a costume-party?” they laughed.
“Ugh, something between the two I guess.” I dropped.
Thanks Lord we were not close enough for them to question the living out of me.

As promised, Ashton texted me when my classes were over.

Look for the black van doll xxx

Looking up I noticed the imposing dark van and briefly wondered how I had not seen it before. It was quite an unusual sight here, most of us used public transportations. I waved to my pals and made my way to the vehicle, its door opening as I was about to either knock, either open, or perhaps do something stupid. Ashton was in there, I scooted next to him and his palm instantly found my thigh. I inhaled deeply.
“How was school, baby girl?”
The nickname stroke a cord.
“It was good.”
“Didn’t do anything naughty?”
“Erm, no…”
“Good girl…”
“What are we doing tonight?” I intended after a silence, curiosity getting the best of me.
“Dinner.” he said his eyes not leaving the screen of his phone.
“Oh. Ok.” I timidly answered, secretly glad we were going to enjoy something close to a date.
“Do you like Japanese food?”
“Very much yes.” I smiled. After all, maybe Ash and I could get along, it was the first thing I had bought with the money he gave me. Maybe it was a sign or something?
“I mean you’re not allergic to fish or anything?”
“No, no I’m not.”
“Are we going to a restaurant?” I questioned.
“No, we will have dinner in the room.”
I decided to keep quiet for the rest of the ride.
I entered the room I knew and followed Ashton straight to a door I had not used before – I only knew the bathroom.
The door led to a large living-room with a dining area. It was an acepticised place, all cream, and much Like Ashton’s room. I noticed a few doors and decided they led to other bedrooms, occupied by his bandmates.
“Where are-” I tried.
“Kitchen” he just said.
We pushed a door to find ourselves in a kitchen indeed. It had another door in the back, probably for the staff. Inside I saw three people, a chubby Asian man, a dry Asian woman and a younger Asian girl with nothing particular. I assumed they were Japanese. The lady was the first to speak in a
“It is not common you know. I brought Miyuka here with me she has been working for us for long, very lovely, smooth, she would-” she tried telling Ashton with a strong accent.
“Thank you but I want Y/N.” Ashton cut all negotiations.
“Sure sir.” the older lady sighed clearly displeased.
“I’ll see you at dinner Y/N.”
Ashton left me there, standing awkwardly in this kitchen where nobody wanted me. What was I doing here? Did he want me to cook?
“Go to the shower, now.” the elder woman commanded me throwing a bottle into my hands. “Use this soap. Make it quick. Come back with just a clean robe and clean slippers, hair tied.”
I wanted to ask a million questions, not understanding what the hell was going on but remembering this was a job, I did as I was told. When I came back as I was told, I saw the man had piled some sashimi.
“The chef is almost done preparing, he will leave after and I will set you.” The woman explained.
“That’s a lot of food for just two people.” I noted aloud.
“Two? Dinner’s for four.” she answered, straightening a silky black sheet on a wheeled-table.
“Four?” I repeated as the man left the kitchen bowing slightly.
“Yes now please if you could just lay here.” she motioned the table she had just prepared. I furrowed my eyebrows at her defensively.
“Familiar with the art of Nyotaimori?” she asked.
“The what?” I repeated dumbly.
“Naked sushi. People eat sushi over a woman’s naked body. Historically geishas, or well-trained girls like Miyuka, but tonight the customer insisted on choosing the plate.”
I went mute. Naked. Food. Dinner for four. Holy shit Ashton wanted me to be naked in front of his friends.
A million thoughts flew across my mind at this instant. Part of me wanted to run away and curl up in my shitty studio. Another part of me felt flattered that Ashton Irwin thought I was hot enough to do such a thing. But mostly, and what I wouldn’t admit to anyone, I was aroused at the thought of being naked in front of men for the sole pleasure of their eyes. Younger, I had fantasies of being a stripper, of being watched and admired, of being desired and on a pedestal, and I believe every girl has this little secret fantasy. This unexplainable desire to be used but the way we want, to be controlled yet while being in control.
Silently making up my mind, I gave the robe to Miyuka and left my slippers on the floor to lay on the cold table. She immediately painted my face with a skillful hand, using mascara and liner.
“Oh I almost forgot.” she pulled a lipstick I knew by now and traced the outlines of my mouth. Again the shocking red lipstick Ashton loved so much.
“Well you will have to be very still tonight girl. And also perfectly quiet. You must not talk or move, am I clear?” the boss asked.
“Yes.” I muttered. She impressed me.
“Now if you would just relax, the food will feel cold on your body but it is nothing unbearable, just picture something peaceful and focus on your breath.”
Both of them started disposing leaves, rolls and slices of fish over me. A lovely bush of pink orchids was placed to cover my womanhood. I thought about my hometown, and endless fields, how they looked so different depending on the season and how spectacular it appeared to me each time. I felt my hair being untied and arranged around my face and shoulders.
“We are leaving right after we bring you and picking up our stuff tomorrow, so when they are done you wait for them to leave the room and then you may go shower. And then… Well then you do whatever they are actually paying you for, I don’t want to know more.”
“I am not a prostitute I-”
“Yeah right.” she sarcastically railed. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“Then here we go.”
The table rolled like a stretcher in a hospital, only very slowly. I wish they would hurry a bit. The air in the living-room is surprisingly warmer. I see four handsome guys,
“Konichiwa gentlemen, today the chef offers you the Garden of Eden, arrigato gozaymas and enjoy your evening.”
I saw the two women bow before leaving me there.
“That’s rad, girls and food.” Michael grinned.
“We should do this with pizza.” Luke chuckled and I nearly winced at the thought of steaming hot pizza and burning oil.
They took seats around me on high stools and food started to be peeled from my skin, leaving it sticky.
“Where’s your snog Calum?”
“Oh we’re done, I’ve seen her twice and I don’t want her to get attached.” Calum said.
“You mean you don’t want to get attached.”
“Yeah that too. Anyway it was fun, nothing serious.” he said in a laid-back tone.
“Yeah, serious shit messes things up.” Luke sighed. “I am never seeing a fan again, as in ever again.”
They burst into laugh, I wanted to ask more but remembered I was not actually a participant of this dinner. They seemed nice though, and I had Michael’s face in my sight : he had pretty features I had failed to notice on pictures. A gentle smile on his face relaxed me almost instantly. I blinked seductively to him. I did my best to even my breathing, not wanting to drop some food or worse, making it obvious that I was not accustomed to this. As a roll was being picked up just above my navel, knuckles brushed the side of my boob.
“Oh I am sorry.” a voice said. It was not Ashton’s for sure but I was not able to recognize the others. My nipple hardened despite my will, mortifying me.
“Ha, I guess she forgives you, you might even want to do that again.” another voice laughed.
“My pleasure.” the first voice answered and fingertips tapped my erected nipple with some substance I failed to identify but bringing in a rush of need.                                                                        

Chopsticks lifted a sashimi from my hip and brushed it just above my core, then along my thigh before ending its journey in a mouth. A mouth I started to imagine on my body, sending electric waves.
“How far can we actually go with you pretty girl?” I heard in a suave tone.
“Is this like legal?” someone asked.
“Of course it is, she is from the sushi company and they said it was fine to touch.” Ashton said and I realized he was the only one who knew who I was. Were the others using the services of Forbidden Fruit as well? Were they aware Ashton was? Maybe he didn’t want them to know, perhaps he was ashamed of seeing…someone like me. My face dropped.
“She’s really pretty.” I caught a glimpse of black hair at the end of my body, making it easy to identify Calum. “Cute toes too…” he was sucking on my painted-toes, his tongue darting at my soles. I had no idea this could feel so good. I managed a deep breath and a discreet moan of content.
Michael stood at my left, his lips kissing my lower stomach. The butterfly kisses left a burning sensation on my skin and I was having a hard time being silent.
Ashton took a rosy piece of ginger between his lips and started sharing it with me. His lips are so close I can feel his breath, the wet cold ginger feels good too, I can only nibble at it since he is keeping it out of my reach, growing frustrated, but suddenly he crashes his lips on mine. The kiss is cold, it tastes of sweet and spice, I feel his tongue forcing its way to mine and find myself answering. This is our first kiss. I am naked in front of 4 men and one is kissing me so well. It takes all I have not to move my arms and grab his face forcefully. I try to communicate with him with the ways I have, biting on his lower lip and quickening the pace of the kiss. I can feel him smiling against me and I am suddenly both insanely relaxed and aroused.
I can feel movement in my hair and suppose it is Luke, nuzzling his face into my locks, brushing his nose in my neck and making these divine little sounds of appreciation. His lips find my ear and his wet tongue snakes around my lobe.
I know I should not but I part my thighs ever so slowly, hoping they won’t notice, but fail lamentably when an orchid drops next to my hip. Ashton wears a smug smile on his face.
“Oh I wish we were allowed to do that, we all wish, but no.” he shook his head as I sent him a distressed look. Why didn’t Ashton want to actually have sex with me?
“She doesn’t seem reluctant…” Calum said, trying to convince Ashton they should keep me longer and go further.
“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity…” Luke seemed to agree.
“We don’t want to make her lose her job for not respecting the rules.” Michael sided with Ashton.
I desperately pouted, but there was no use.
“In that case I’m sorry but I really got to go, thank you miss for the evening, here, you were extremely lovely.” Calum squeezed a note under my bum.
“Yeah you really gotta go wank yourself right!” Michael called out
“Definitely, don’t tell me you’re not gonna do the same.” Calum shout back.
“Speaking of which I am going too.” Said Luke jumping to his feet and mimicking Calum’s actions from the bill the path he took. “Thank you, have a safe trip home.”
It was just Ashton and I now. He extended his hand to help me up and we made our way back to his bedroom. I stuffed my tips in my purse. 150$.
“Run a bath, don’t close the door.” he ordered.
I dashed straight to the bathroom and did as I was told, plunging myself into the hot water. The leaves separating my skin from the food made me feel like I was clean but still. I washed my feet where the memory of Calum lingered, my belly which longed for Michael’s attention, and my neck craving Luke’s presence. I found my core to be wet already and wanted nothing more than being filled but my fingers couldn’t do.
The door flew open and I jumped a bit. A nearly naked Ashton appeared in the bathroom and kneeled just next to the tub.
“How are you doll?” his fingers played at the surface of water.
“Good thank you, how are you?”
“Very good. Did you enjoy dinner?”
I blushed at his innuendo and decided to play a bit with him.
“Still hungry I guess, haven’t eaten much…” I blinked with doe eyes.
“Cheeky… I kinda like it.” his hand moved under water and travelled to my core, finding it slippery. “And naughty, you did like the evening, didn’t you?”
“Yes…” I confessed imprisoning his hands between my thighs. I needed him to do something to ease my tension and I was determined to make myself clear. “Did you?”
“Oh very much doll.” his impossibly long fingers played with my outer lips, tracing it. “It was very funny having you there on display, seeing the lads drool at the sight of your body, knowing I was the one who got to have you all for myself tonight…”
His voice was a deep raspy tone and his breath smelled of faint saké. Oh yes please just have me right now.
“I am sorry I was caught in the moment but is kissing you alright?” he asked.
“Yes. That was a good kiss.” I stated.
“Good?” he repeated.
“Yes, good.”
“Would you like more then?”
“Very much.”
His fingers found my chin and turned my face to him before pressing his lips against mine. In a swift motion Ashton was in the bathtub hovering me, his boxers wet and clinging to a semi-hard on. I arched my body to create friction between him and I, making him moan into my throat.
“Naughty girl…” he moaned. “You’re such a naughty girl aren’t you?”
I was too deep in the kiss, my hands roaming like madness on this perfect body, so I didn’t answer. Ashton pulled me away gripping my hair.
“When I ask you something, you answer me.” His tone was calm yet authoritarian, just like his pull.
“Yes Ashton.”
“So, you’re a naughty girl…”
“I am…”
“What do you want?”
“I want you…”
“What do you want from me?”
“Anything!” I yelped as his groin hit mine.
“What can I do to you?” he was as close to me as he could be, my heart racing from his proximity.
“Anything you want…”
“Really anything?”
“Yes sir.” I babbled too aroused to think straight.
His hands flew to my bum and he squeezed me tighter against him, rocking our bodies in the hot water. He was humping me.
“Why would you do anything for me?”
“Pardon me?”
“Is it because I pay you, is it?” his voice came in desperate sighs, mixed with the pleasure he was experiencing. But his words were confusing me.
“No sir!”
“No sir”
“Don’t you say that to all the others?”
“There are no others…” I confessed.
“Fuck yeah baby girl keep saying this.”
I was just plain confused by now, not understanding what Ashton was trying to do, but the feeling of his soaked body glued to mine was distracting me from my interrogations.
“There are no others?” I repeated more like a question than an affirmation.
“Yes, oh God yes baby who is the only one who gets to have you every way he wants?”
“You Ashton, I mean sir.” I stared at his distorted face and nearly came from its radiant hotness. Eyes closed, mouth opened and jaw tensed, his shoulders showing off his muscles…
A low grunt trailed in the air and Ashton came in his boxers. It took him a few seconds to put on a straight face again. His gigantic fingers took a dive into my core and I nearly hit the side of the bathtub surprised with the feeling. Tonight was a night of firsts, Ashton had not fingered me yet but now that I knew the feeling, there was no way he was keeping this away from me anymore. I let pleasure envelop me in its warmth, eyes on him and mouth producing loud Oh’s of satisfaction.
“How do you like my fingers?”
“So fucking good Ashton!”
“Do you want them deeper?”
“Yeah yeah yeah!” I chanted my voice high.
He didn’t need more encouragement from me and pushed knuckles deep into my pussy, provoking my orgasm faster than I thought could be possible. I gripped his biceps not to slip, letting the contractions of my body overtake me. Ashton gentlemanly let me rode my high, not complaining about my very tight hold on his skin and smiled. He grabbed the soap and washed my worn out body quickly, pressing his against mine from time to time. The situation could easily be awkward, the position was odd –he was still wearing his wet and stained boxers, half-laying in the tub, but it felt rather comforting and dare I say quite romantic. I had never been this intimate with someone before. Sure I’d had boyfriends and we’d had sex, but this moment in the bathroom was much more intimate than any of the embraces I’d share with anyone else. He got out and knotted a towel on his hips, making me wonder if I had ever seen anything hotter in my life. I felt fortunate for a moment. He picked me up from the now fresh water and I reached for his neck. He settled me on the bed and took his time drying me, rubbing me gently in circles. His lips found my neck and gave pecks, tickling me.
“Does my baby doll want a massage?” he growled low.
“Oh yes…” I sighed, falling for him, wondering if maybe he was starting to fall for me too. Maybe seeing his friends touching me had triggered something, perhaps he realized how unbearable it was for him to have anyone else touching me and maybe that’s why he was so aroused at me telling him he was the only one I cared about…
“It’s yes sir for you, little slut, don’t forget that.” He snapped.
…or not.

Author’s finale note : I have no idea what’s happening further in this story haha. Message me, I love being messaged xxx