#‘why aren’t her ears on top of her head’ do you know how badly you would need to break the skull for that to be feasible.

[mosspodge]

who let my get my hands on miitopia.

this took me 3 hrs,,,,, but Kaoru is real and she is coming for you

Base mii + no wig so you can see the makeup!!!

ALSO HER EARS MOOOOOOOOOOVE LETS GOOOOOOOOO

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, public sex, teasing, orgasm denial, fluff.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🐈 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

You don’t know why your boyfriend thought it’d be a good idea to finger you under the table at the restaurant you all were at, and not only that, you were with your family.

Thank goodness you were closest to the window so the other people in the restaurant couldn’t see you, but you still had to look your parents in the face while your boyfriend ran his warm fingers through your drenched folds. “So heeseung, when do you plan on marrying our daughter?” your dad suddenly asks out of nowhere and gets scolded by your mom, but heeseung has no problems answering his questions.

He lowers his head slightly, a small chuckle coming from his lips. “Really soon.” he turns to look at you, sticking his middle finger inside you alongside his index finger. “Right, sweetheart?” You do your best to hide your gasps by clearing your throat softly.

“Uhh yeah, right, we were uhh just talking about it,” he smiles, nodding at you while you try your best not to make any sounds.

“I really, really am so in love with your daughter,” he says to both your parents as your mother coos at his cuteness, not knowing what was going on under the table. “It’s like even when I’m next to her, I just can’t be close enough” he rubs the heel of his palm on your throbbing clit. “She’s truly my other half.”

Your father nods approvingly. “She better be,” he warns, but heeseung just smiles in return.

“Don’t worry, sir, she’s in good hands.” His words, combined with the way he was rubbing you, made it hard to hold in your soft moans. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“He’s so charming,” your mother squeals in excitement.

“Yes, Hee,” you whimper, and your parents seem oblivious to the suspicious noise you just made, or maybe they were too engrossed in their dinner to notice.

Heeseung looked at you, a small smirk on his lips as He curled his fingers up, massaging your spot just right.

You shook your head back and forth, signaling for him to stop, but he didn’t instead, he increased the pace of his fingers, and you immediately grabbed a napkin to cover your pleasured face as your walls squeezed his fingers.

He leaned into your side, kissing your cheek and discreetly whispering in your ear. “Baby, if you get any wetter, the whole restaurant will hear just how fucking soaked you are for me” You clench around his fingers again, completely helpless to the feeling of him, and at this point, you didn’t care if the whole world heard you you just wanted to cum on his fingers so badly.

You can’t believe he thought this was perfectly okay. You were literally hanging on by a thread, and right before you could cum he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them. “Oh boy, your food must be really good,” your mom says when she sees him sucking his fingers completely clean, not knowing it was actually your arousal he was eating off his fingers.

“Yes, mam, so good” You were a mess, face flushed, breath uneven, doing your best not to make a fool out of yourself in front of your parents, all while he was smiling and carrying on like nothing happened and on top of his shenanigans he didn’t even make you cum.

Two can play that game, though, so you slipped off your high heel, rubbing your foot along his leg, making him stutter while he talked to your dad about something you weren’t paying attention to.

He silently pushed your leg away from his continuing on, and that’s when you decided to put your next plan in motion, boldly placing your hand on his crotch. “Ahh fuc-“ his eyes went wide, and he quickly tried to cover up his sounds by clearing his throat.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, but you aren’t about to give in cause this is what he gets for teasing you first. “Baby!” He whispers, but you don’t listen and opt to squeeze him through his dress pants. “Mmhm,” he bucks his hips up involuntarily, pressing his growing cock against you.

“You okay, son?” Your dad asks.

“Y-yes, sir.” You brush your hand over his tip, knowing that would drive him crazy cause it always did. “J-just if you’ll both Uhh excuse me, I’ll head to the restroom.” your father gives him a nod before heeseung disappears. He looks back at you and signals for you to follow him.

You wait for a few minutes so your parents won’t think anything suspicious is happening, and your mom gives you the perfect opportunity for clearance. “Dear, he's been in there for a while. Maybe you should check up on him,”

“Yes, Mom,” you smile, excusing yourself to go find heeseung in the bathroom.

“What the fuck was that?” He whisper shouts.

“Nothing,” you say playfully.

“Nothing, my ass. Why would you do that, baby? You know how loud I get,” he whines.

“A little payback,” you shrug.

“Fair enough, but baby, look, I’m so fucking hard” There’s no denying that if anyone saw him, they’d think he had a snake in his pants.

“That’s what you get for being a tease,” you taunt.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry for that, but please, you have to help me out here please” You watch him practically hump the air for some type of relief, and he looked so hot when he was needy there’s no way you could or would ever say no to him.

“Today's your lucky day,” you tell him with a smile.

“Thank you,” he sighs, placing his hand on the bottom of your short skirt. Bunching it up, he swiftly pulls your panties down just enough to have clearance to your pussy.

His hands were shaking in anticipation as he tried to undo his belt. You couldn’t help but laugh a little before helping him with his belt and zipper. “Thanks,” he whispers shyly, resting his forehead on yours while you help him out of his bottoms and free his hard cock.

Moaning at the sight of his cock you let him take control, his hand going to the small of your waist, the other guiding his length to your awaiting hole.

He pushes in without hesitation cock sliding in your walls perfectly from how well he’d stretched you open at the dinner table.

Once he’s fully inside, he places his hand on the back of your head, slowly thrusting up inside you. “Oh, Heeseung,” you moan at the feeling of finally being stuffed full of his long thick cock.

He drowns out your soft moans and his occasional grunts by connecting his lips with yours, tongues tangled and sharing saliva between deep, heavy breaths.

The standing position is not ideal, but right now, you couldn’t ask for more his cock filled you up so nicely that you could care less. “Fuck” he mumbles, his words getting lost in your mouth as you swirl your tongues together. “Mhhm baby,” he whimpers when you bite down on his tongue, and you feel his cock twitch at the simple but effective action. “You’re so fucking tight around me” he grips your hair, pulling on it lightly, his tip hitting all the right spots inside you.

“Don’t ever make me wait this long again,” you scold him in between messy kisses, legs feeling like jelly as you opt to wrap one around his waist for stability. “Thought I was gonna lose my mind.”

“Sorry baby, I won’t.” he swallows your moans, replacing them with deep grunts of his own as he strokes your walls deeply.

He wished it could last longer, but he knew your parents would be waiting, so he withdrew his fingers from your messy hair to rub your clit, knowing the exact pace to have you coming undone in seconds.

“Fuck yes, hee” You squeezed his biceps, sucking in a breath as that fuzzy feeling expanded in your stomach, and you cum in record time.

“Feels so good,” he breathes on your lips. You moan in agreement as he rubs out your orgasm, your walls violently clenching his dick. “Yeah, baby,” he pants in your mouth, his hips stuttering, sweat forming on his hairline as he thrusts up two three more times and stills deep within your heat, releasing his warm semen with a low growl. “Fuck me,” he huffs out a breath, your head falling on his shoulder as he laughs softly, eyes falling shut as he basks in the feeling.

He kisses your neck, allowing you both some time to recover. “That was so good, hee,” you laugh, still a bit breathless from his performance.

“Hmm, it was. So glad you liked it as much as I did.” He smooches your lips softly, getting lost in your eyes and forgetting all about your parents waiting outside.

“Hee, I hate to ruin the moment, but we’ve been gone for some time,” you laugh and push him off your shoulder.

“Fuck you’re right. I’m sorry.” he scrambles for tissues after he pulls out, cleaning you to the best of his abilities with what little they had in the bathroom.

You watch him with a fond smile as he helps you fix your hair and your dress. “Okay,” he takes a deep breath. “I think we’re good.”

“Hee?” you try your best to hold in your laugh.

“Let’s go, baby, come on, they’re waiting.” he grabs your hand, walking you towards the door.

“Your pants,” you say finally, and you can’t help the loud laugh you let out at the look of realization on his face as he blushes and finally pulls his pants up.

“Thanks,” he muttered in embarrassment.

“I love you,” you smiled, stroking his cheek fondly.

“Love you too,” he smiles, grabbing your hand again and exiting the bathroom. You’d both have to come up with a convincing story to tell your parents, or maybe you’d let your boyfriend charm his way out of this one.

Thanks for reading please reblog and leave feedback.

[abbygrabska]

11th Doctor x reader x Ganger!Doctor Threesome Smut

this was a request from my ao3

It’s strange, there being two Doctors. One is a Ganger, a clone, the other is the real Doctor.

You really couldn’t tell which was which, that was somewhat alarming.

You kept glancing between the two, trying to find subtle differences to figure out which one was really him.

Your glances came to an end when one of the two went off with Amy and Rory.

“I don’t know.” The Doctor in the room with you chuckles lowly.

You turn your head to him, “Hmm?”

“I don’t know how he can stand to be in the same room as you.” He speaks, walking towards you slowly.

“What does that mean?” You back away from him, until you hit the wall.

He leans down and grabs your chin, making you look at him, “Look at you… So unaware of how much he wants you…”

“What are you talking about?”

His free hand strokes from your lower thigh up to your waist, “You really have no clue, do you?” His eyes darken, slotting his body between your thighs, arms caging you in.

“What are you doing?” You ask fearfully.

“Showing you how he feels about you.” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you.

The door opens, and he pulls away from your face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The Doctor stalks up to his double quickly, pulling him away from you completely, “You may look like me but you sure aren’t me.”

The Ganger smirks, “You’re right, I’m not scared to go after what you want.” He glances at you.

The Doctor’s face pales.

“Doctor, what does he mean?”

He doesn’t answer you, glaring at the Ganger, “She is off limits to you.”

“I think you’re forgetting we’re the same. We have the same face, same thoughts, same urges. And since you won’t tell her, I will…” He trails off, turning to face you, “He fancies you. Can’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss you. You wouldn’t believe how many times he’s got off to the thought of you coming undone on top of him.”

Your face flushes, snapping your head to look at the Doctor, he looks furious, ready to kill.

He grabs his Ganger by the jacket, pushing him against the wall, “You have no right to say that to her, to tell her that.”

“Well, it’s not like you were ever gonna do it.” He grins, “Besides it’s not like she doesn’t like it.” The Ganger turns the Doctor’s face to look at you.

You are staring at the both of them, wide-eyed and flushed in the face, thighs clenched.

“See the way her thighs clench together?” The Ganger coos, “Imagine the way they’d feel around your head as you—“

The Doctor chokes him, “You do not get to talk about her like that!”

“Why don’t we ask her?” The Ganger hisses out, looking at you, “You like this don’t you darling? Want his hands wrapped around your throat?” His eyes flicker down to your clenched thighs. You rub them together, nodding shyly.

The Doctor stares at you, “D-do you really want that?”

You nod, licking your lips.

He lets go of the Ganger’s throat and walks up to you.

The Doctor strokes his fingers over the column of your throat, watching your pupils dilate and a whimper escape your lips.

The Ganger pushes himself away from the wall and peers at you over the Doctor’s shoulder, “See how good of a girl she is?” He coos, “Why don’t you wrap your hands around her pretty little throat?”

You whimper at his words, the Doctor wraps a hand around your throat, and a breathy moan escapes your lips.

“Hear that? Such a needy little girl, just wants someone to take control and fuck her senseless, huh?”

You nod.

The Doctor’s breath hitches in his throat, his grip tightening on your own.

“See? She needs it, badly. Why don’t you give in for once? Take what you want.” The Ganger whispers into his ear.

You nod along with him, “Please Doctor.”

He swallows, looking into your eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

You sigh against his mouth, reaching your hands up to go through his hair, only to be stopped when a pair of hands pin them above your head.

“Ooh, naughty girl, trying to touch without permission.” The Ganger tuts.

The Doctor breaks the kiss to look at him, “What should we do with her?”

The Ganger ponders something for a moment before a smirk graces his lips, “Spank her.”

The Doctor nods in agreement, letting go of your throat.

The Ganger lets go of your wrists, “Strip.”

You nod, unbuttoning your shorts, and pulling them down. You undo your shoes and pull them off so you can take your shorts off.

The Doctor licks his lips, “Top too.”

You hesitate, the Ganger doesn’t like that.

He stands in front of you and pulls your shirt up, revealing your bare breasts, “Oh? Going without a bra, in front of everyone? How naughty.” He pinches your left nipple, enjoying the yelp you let out, “Now take your panties off too.”

You take your shirt off and slide your underwear down your legs.

The Doctor stares at you, memorizing every inch of bare skin, beckoning you forward with a motion of his hand.

You step towards him, looking up at him through your lashes.

He takes hold of your throat again, pulling your body flush against his, the Ganger comes up from behind and grabs your ass.

You shudder.

“How many spanks should we give her, hmm?” The Ganger asks.

“Ten.” The Doctor answers.

“You heard him, sweetie, now count.” The Ganger smirks, before striking the first time.

“One.” You whimper.

His hands soothe your skin before he spanks you again.

“Two.”

You’re dripping wet by the time it stops.

The Ganger notices, sliding his hand through your folds, sucking the slick off of his fingers, “Divine.”

The Doctor looks at him, “Better than we thought?”

“Much.” The Doctor’s eyes darken, and his free hand slides between your thighs, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing lightly.

You suck in a deep breath.

The Ganger’s hands join in, stroking and caressing your thighs.

The Doctor’s grip tightens around your throat, kissing you roughly.

His thumb rubs harder and rougher against you, two of his fingers delving into your wetness.

You moan into his mouth, he pulls away to look into your eyes.

Your breathing picks up as his fingers thrust in and out.

His eyes bore into yours, bringing you to the edge of orgasm before he stops his movements.

You almost cry, he smirks at you.

The Ganger’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him as the Doctor tightens his grip.

Fingers rub at your clit, and a mouth goes onto your breast, nipping and sucking.

You can feel the coil tightening in your stomach again, you pray to whatever deity is out there to let you cum.

It doesn’t work, the hand pulls away again.

The hand at your throat disappears.

You watch the Doctor kneel in front of you and spread your legs apart, hiking your thighs over his shoulders before he looks up at you with a smirk, “You’re going to be a good girl and cum on my tongue, maybe then I’ll let you cum on my cock.”

With that, he buries his face into your cunt.

He sucks at your clit and thrusts his tongue into your sopping hole.

His fingers soon join his mouth, entering your hole slowly.

You gasp at the feeling.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first, but speeding up to match with the movements of his tongue.

A coil of pleasure starts to tighten in the pit of your stomach, you pant loudly.

“Doctor!” You moan out, going to grab at his hair only for your arms to be restrained by the Ganger.

“What did I say about touching without permission?”

“I’m sorry, please let me touch!” You whimper.

Your hips buck against the Doctor’s face as you chase your orgasm.

“Hmm…” The Ganger thinks for a moment, “No.”

You whine, “I’m so close.”

“Oh, are you?”

You nod.

“Beg.”

“Doctor, please let me cum, I’ll be a good girl I promise! I need it so bad!” You nearly scream.

His ministrations speed up, and his eyes bore into yours.

“Then cum. Cum for us.” The Ganger orders, pinching your nipples.

You do, crying out as your walls tighten around the Doctors’ fingers, body writhing at the intensity.

The Doctors fingers fuck you through your orgasm, until you try and squirm away from him.

He stops, letting your legs drop from his shoulders, and standing up.

The Ganger lets go of your arms and you slump to the floor.

You get on your knees and a hand grips your face.

“We’re not done with you yet.” The Ganger smirks, undoing his pants with one hand.

You whimper, pressing your thighs together.

The Doctor pulls you up, already naked.

He spreads your thighs apart and hooks his arms under your knees.

His hard length is resting against your cunt.

The Ganger grabs his own length, pumping slowly as he walks up to you.

He shares a look with the Doctor, smirking.

The Doctor guides his cock to your hole, just the tip resting inside.

The Ganger presses his cock to your hole as well, and together they push inside.

You cry out, trying to escape their grasp only for the Ganger to wrap his hand around your throat.

“Such a tight cunt, it can barely fit both of us.” The Ganger bucks his hips slightly, causing you to let out a sob, “Does it hurt?”

You nod, tears brimming your eyes.

He pouts before smirking, grip tightening on your throat, “Too bad.”

The two bully their way into your pussy, until they both bottom out.

Tears escape your eyes at the intensity.

“Feel that?” The Ganger asks, caressing your lower stomach, where a bulge resides, “That’s us. We’re up in your tummy.” He presses down on your stomach, and you moan.

The Ganger’s hands slide down to your hips, gripping the flesh roughly, “Get ready, we’re about to ruin you for anyone else.”

And with that, the two begin to thrust in and out of your cunt.

The fullness feels so good, you almost start to drool.

The Doctor gets your attention by kissing you. His fingers intertwine with yours.

His thrusts are slower, more drawn out than the Ganger’s but just as desperate. He’s holding back, is it because he hopes this will happen again when the adventure ends? You hope the same.

A mouth latches onto your shoulder and bites down. You moan into the Doctor’s mouth, clenching around their cocks.

You can feel both of them shudder at the feeling.

The thrusting speeds up greatly.

“God, she feels so good.” The Ganger grunts, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The Doctor pulls away from your lips, “I think she’s close.”

The Ganger smirks, “Gonna cum, huh?”

You nod, whining, “Please.”

“Good, we’re gonna fill you with our cum. Put a baby in you, make you nice and round with our child.” The Doctor groans, his thrusts getting rougher.

You clench around them, moaning.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” The Ganger asks, “Getting a baby fucked into you?” His hand finds your clit, rubbing circles into it.

The Doctor’s rhythm falters slightly, you can tell he’s close.

Your moans increase in pitch as they slow their thrusting, shooting straight into your womb.

Your pussy spasms, walls clenching and unclenching as you reach your orgasm, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Good girl.” The Ganger groans, “Fuck! Taking all our cum like a good little girl.”

Their hips slow to a stop as your head lays on the Doctor’s shoulder.

The Doctor’s arms wrap around your waist as he and the Ganger pull out.

Your feet touch the ground, your legs like jelly. Your hands grab the Doctor’s shoulders.

One of his hands holds your head up and he looks at you, “You did wonderful, darling.” 

A mouth presses against your back, kissing the skin softly, “Such a good girl for us.”

[bridgetfromwonderland]

🩷 Welcome to Merlin Academy 🩷

PART 1:

Bridget looked out the window as the limo tires reached the gravel road leading up to the famed Merlin Academy.

She clutched her skirt in her hands until her knuckles hurt. She wished her mother was there to see her off, but as Queen of Wonderland she had made it very clear she had business to attend to that exceeded the need to make sure her only daughter got to school safely.

“March will see you get there,” she had told Bridget as the card guards loaded up the last of her luggage.

March, being a rabbit with the brain of a man, had managed to get Bridget to the school in a timely manner. His large ears twitched and lowered themselves with almost a crunching noise into the top of his head among his curly brown locks. His rabbit-like nose suddenly turned flesh colored and seemed to dissolve into his face, resulting in a human nose. Bridget tilted her head.

“I didn’t know your ears could do that,” she remarked. “Or your nose for that matter.”

“Yes…” March replied. “You see Princess, these folks may not be used to Wonderland citizens such as myself. So in order to not cause a panic, I make myself appear more like them.”

Bridget felt many questions burning in her throat but managed to squeak out a meek, “I see.”

Why on Earth would the people of the academy not take kindly to Wonderland folk? Bridget had known nothing else her entire life, so half creature half human individuals didn’t phase her. As she looked out the window at the school grounds, she could see the children here did appear very normal. Had she dressed to flashy?

She had chosen what she had proclaimed a more “tame” dress than the ones she normally was made to wear in court. It was shorter than her mother would have ever allowed, but she was a teenager now… surly she could dress how she wanted. Especially seeing as her mother wasn’t there to criticize her.

“We’re here Your Highness.”

A man in a blue uniform opened her door for her. Bridget stepped out and inhaled her first breath of Merlin Academy air. The smell of flowers and fresh cut grass filled her nose. It reminded her of the rose gardens that surrounded the castle back home. There, her mother grew white roses only.

Bridget rather liked the look of pink or even red roses on occasion… but her mother had said red roses may appear too dark for the image she faught to portray so perfectly, to the people on Wonderland. She wanted the castle to be a place anyone could come to and tell her their problems. All except Bridget it seemed. Whenever she needed a bit of help it seemed her mother was too busy for her.

It didn’t matter. She was at Merlin Academy now! She would be among kids her own age! Maybe she could finally make a real friend. It has been something Bridget had always dreamt of since childhood. The children of Wonderland were told to not engage with royalty… so it had made Bridget’s childhood a quiet one. She had often entertained herself with gardening, various card tricks and baking. She had made what seemed like every dessert recipe the cookbooks in the royal kitchen had to offer.

I wonder if they have a kitchen I could use… she thought.

March had gotten out to start unloading her luggage from the trunk. All pink suitcases with the royal heart crest on each of them.

“Your mother has seen to it that you will have your own lodgings,” March told her. “I believe every detail was seen to, to ensure it is to your liking.”

“You mean I won’t have a roommate?” Bridget asked.

“I should say not,” March replied as he unloaded the last of the luggage. It would take two men in uniform to carry all it for sure. “Roommates aren’t for royals. Your mother had quite a bit of pull here, seeing as they wanted you to attend so badly. And anyway, I believe the only other student that would have shared the room, lives not far from the school. She there was no need for the student to board with you, Your Highness.”

Bridget felt a bit disappointed. Her own room would be lovely of course, but she had been rather excited to share a room with another girl. She’d read books about friends who would stay up late, braiding each other’s hair and talking about anything and everything. It had all sounded so nice to her at the time. She supposed it wouldn’t be against the rules to have a friend over for a sleepover. It would be something to ask the headmaster for sure.

March shut the door to the limo and bowed to Bridget. She didn’t like when people bowed to her, but such was her lot in life.

“Enjoy your time here, Your Majesty.” he said. “We… I shall miss you dearly. All of Wonderland will be without a bit of sunshine with you here.”

Bridget smiled. March was a good friend of her family. He would host the most splendid tea parties for the royal family and had even helped Bridget bake when she was young. She couldn’t home it back… she embraced him.

He slowly hugged her back. It wasn’t seemly to hug in her family like this. What would her mother say? Lucky for Bridget, she wasn’t here. And March surly would never tell her.

He blew into his handkerchief he kept in his lapel.

“I shan’t cry…” he joked. “Wouldn’t be proper.”

Bridget nodded sarcastically. “Oh yes quite.”

The two shared a sly smile before March returned to the limo. The crunch of the gravel sounded as her pulled off and away from view.

“Princess Bridget Heart?”

Bridget spun around at the sound of a man’s voice. A gentleman in a long robe-like coat and glasses approached her. Was this the Headmaster? Merlin!

“Yes…” she said in response. “Yep that’s me!”

“I am Headmaster Merlin. Welcome to Merlin Academy!”

Merlin gestured at the school, which appeared to have been an ancient castle at one point.

“Shall we have a tour then?” he asked her.

“Oh yes please!” Bridget exclaimed.

Merlin lead her into the school. She heard the sound of her heels clicking on the shining wooden floors. The walls were adorned with frame after golden frame of what she could only assume were famous wizards and witches of times past. Maybe even some of the teachers? She would have to explore the tiny boxes of information under each one at a later time. The main hall lead into a large area with several stone staircase leading to different floors. Students bustled around the halls, chatting and walking hurriedly to their classes. Some of the students walked hand in hand. Couples… Some were packs of three or four kids all clustered together. Friends. All things Bridget could only hope to have soon at this school. Her attention had drifted from Merlin pointing out which halls lead to which classes. She was too taken with everything else around her. Suddenly, she saw a girl walk over to Merlin and smile to Bridget. She held a clipboard and was dressed very smartly.

“Ah yes yes,” Merlin said, placing his hand on the girl’s shoulder. “This is Fae. She will show you to your room. I hope you find your lodgings satisfactory, Bridget!”

“Thank you,” she replied. Her attention shifted to the girl.

“Your Bridget Heart right? From Wonderland?”

Bridget seemed to almost forget who she was after being distracted. “Y-Yes!”

Fae gleamed. “O M G! I’ve heard all about Wonderland, but I’ve never met anyone from there! You’re the first Wonderland Royal we’ve ever had here!”

That didn’t seem surprising to Bridget. After all she was an only child and her mother had been homeschooled her entire life. Merlin Academy hadn’t existed when her grandmother was on the throne… so how could any of her family attend? It had taken everything to even convince Bridget’s mother to send her here. She was determined to have her homeschooled as well, which she had been all of her life until now. Her mother had received a letter extending an invitation to Bridget to be the first of Wonderland to be welcome to Merlin Academy.

“Let’s go see your room!” Fae said, reaching for Bridget’s hand.

Hand in hand the girl lead them up several stairs to a hall with many doors along it and a large window with a reading bench at the end. The door furthest down the hall was the one they stopped at. “Here we are! Room 415!”

Fae had a silver kept in her pocket with a room number on it. With a click and a punch the door opened to reveal a gorgeous room! Everything looked just as it had at the castle where Bridget lived. Flower pots filled with pink roses, a writing desk with sparkly pens and pink stationery and a large luxurious bed with a pink comforter! It was wonderful! Maybe she wouldn’t mind having the room to herself after all…

“Will this do?” Fae asked.

“It’s perfect!” Bridget exclaimed. “It’s so much more than I expected!”

Fae clapped. “Well you are Royal after all. Not like my room. Not that it’s bad! But it’s much smaller than this and I have a roommate that’s dabbling in alchemy so… potion bottles everywhere!”

Bridget smiled awkwardly. “Oh… I’m so sorry?”

“No no don’t be!” Fae said with embarrassment. “That wasn’t meant to sound needy or anything! Anyway… I’m so happy you like the room! I’m your dorm leader so if you need anything at all, just let me know! My room is 312 on the next floor down. Classes haven’t officially started yet, so you have time to walk around and meet some students!”

Suddenly, she felt a pounding in her chest. She didn’t have much experience meeting anyone, let alone other teens. Then she remembered what she had originally wondered.

“Does this school have a kitchen students can use?”

Fae blinked. “Um… yeah we have one. Not many students use it seeing as there’s not a home economics class that would require it. But as long as it’s not during meal prep times, students can use it! Do you cook?”

“I bake.” Bridget blushed. “Well I enjoy baking… I’m not entirely sure how good I am.”

“I’d love to be a taste tester if you ever make anything chocolate.” Fae teased.

“What are you studying here at the school anyway?” Bridget asked.

Fae swiped her bang out of her face.

“Oh I’m studying to be a magic apprentice! I come from a line of Fairy Godmothers… it’s kind of a family business thing… we help people in need! It’s been a dream of mine to follow in my family’s footsteps. Although… magic is way harder than it seems. I feel like all I do is study book after book. My wand is old so… it doesn’t perform magic as well as a modern wand would.”

“Magic wand?” Bridget said. “You actually have a magic wand?”

Fae took a long gold and white stick from her pocket. “Yep! This is my family’s wand handed down to all the beginners.”

“That’s so cool! I have a looking glass… but I never use it.”

“A looking glass?” Fae said, her eyes widening. “You mean… they’re real?”

“Of course!” Bridget replied as she reached into her hand bag to reveal a golden compact mirror that was shaped like a heart, covered in rubies. “It’s supposed to show the future… but I don’t want to know. I like to think I can still be surprised at what the future will bring!”

“Fair enough.” Fae said as she tucked her wand back into her pocket. “Well I have to go, but I hope you enjoy your time here! I’ll probably see you in class tomorrow!”

Fae turned to leave.

Bridget stood in the middle of her room, listening to the distance opening and shutting of doors down the hallway as well as the chatter of the residents walking up and down the stairs. She made her way to the window and looked out. From here she could see the entire courtyard. Students were mingling together, laughing and playing games on the lawn.

She felt good. Happy even. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Most of all… she felt determined. She would make friends. Maybe she would even find love. Most importantly… she would discover who she was meant to be.

[bytheangell]

An Easy Deal

(Read on AO3)

Lydia wonders if she's cursed after the luck she's had this week.

Every mission goes awry. It feels like every order she gives is questioned, with sass by those under her command and derision by those above her. She has a headache that her iratze barely dulls for 24 straight hours, though that one may be her own doing - she's barely had time to eat a full meal in days.

And all she can think is the irrational belief that one hug from Maia would cure all of her problems, or at the very least make them bearable.

The only problem is that their relationship is a secret. She can't exactly waltz into werewolf territory without raising suspicions, not when they both agreed that it would be better if no one knew they were together.

Normally this isn’t a problem. One of them would text or call the other, and they’d arrange to meet somewhere neutral and out of sight. Lydia’s been texting Maia for three days now with no reply. It’s making Lydia anxious, and really not helping her overall mood on top of everything else, until she finally caves and brings it up during a debrief with Alec and Isabelle.

“Any word from the werewolves? I feel like things have been quiet from them lately,” she says, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Nothing that pertains to us,” Alec says.

“Maia’s recovering from that incident with the rogue fledgling, but I imagine we’ll hear from them regularly again once she’s back. You know the others aren’t as open with regular updates as she is,” Izzy adds.

Lydia feels her heart stutter. “Maia’s hurt?” The question leaves her lips before

“She’ll be fine,” Alec shrugs the question off, already moving on to the next matter of business.

Lydia’s head is lost in a swirl of worry, though. For Maia to be hurt badly enough that she hasn’t reached out at all for days…

The moment she’s free, Lydia finds herself walking out of the Institute and heading… where, exactly? What’s her plan? The truth is that she doesn’t have one. She just needs to see Maia with her own eyes, to know that she’s alright. She doesn’t have a plan, doesn’t have a single objective beyond getting there.

Lydia decides to start with Maia’s apartment. It’s close to the Hunter’s Moon, but she doesn’t think anyone spots her going into the building. She thinks she’s in the clear until she knocks on Maia’s door and Bat answers, immediately tensing at the sight of her.

Fuck.

“Can I help you?” Bat asks, placing himself in the opening of the door blocking the view inside.

“I’m here to see… Miss Roberts,” Lydia says.

“Why?”

Lydia hesitates, but thankfully doesn’t have to answer.

“Lydia?” Maia’s voice sounds from inside. “Let her in.”

Bat steps aside reluctantly, allowing Lydia to step inside to see Maia slowly and carefully propping herself up on the sofa.

“Maia,” Lydia breathes. “I just found out about the attack or I would’ve come sooner.” “I broke my phone, or I would’ve called,” Maia says.

Lydia’s eyes dart over to Bat, who stands to the side with his arms crossed, eyeing the two of them carefully.

Maia reads her hesitation, watches the way Lydia comes so close but stops short of reaching out, though the way Lydia’s hands fidget in front of her speak volumes.

Maia glances from Lydia to Bat, then back to Lydia before standing up and closing the space between them, wrapping her arms around Lydia’s waist as she half-collapses into a hug.

Lydia wraps her arms around Maia’s shoulders, following her lead for a hug that she starts to pull away from after a few seconds only to have Maia pull her back in for a little while longer. It’s not nearly long enough for Lydia’s own liking, but considering the fact that they aren’t alone, she knows it’s far too long.

Bat clears his throat.

“I feel like I’m missing something here,” Bat points out.

“It’s okay, we can trust Bat,” Maia whispers in Maia’s ear. “In fact,” she says, pulling back. “You have no idea how much it killed me to not send someone sooner. What do you think about being a little less secret?”

Lydia’s heartbeat quickens. “Are you certain?”

“Unless you don’t want to…”

“No! I do. I absolutely do. I’m here, aren’t I?” And if you weren’t here I would’ve gone to the bar, or the Jade Wolf… whatever it took to see you.”

Maia beams.

“Do you, uh, want me to go?” Bat asks, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Yeah. Sorry. Do me a favor and don’t mention this to the other yet, but…” “I got you,” Bat says with a wink. “For what it’s worth, Shadowhunter will be a definite step-up from vampire for the others, so you have that going for you.”

Maia laughs, and Lydia joins her. She knows this isn’t going to be easy, but it’s nice to start with one friendly face on their side.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Lydia says, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Bat says before disappearing out the front door.

“So. How do you want to do this?” Lydia asks Maia, who shrugs.

“We could just make out in front of everyone every time we see each other until they catch on?” Maia suggests, leaning in to steal a kiss now that they’re alone.

Lydia laughs into the kiss. “Maia, please.”

“Start with the people we trust, and work it out from there. Just promise me we won’t hesitate to show up when we need to, no matter who knows. Deal?”

Lydia, who wanted nothing more than to do just that for days, could not agree faster.

“Deal.”

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

The Accident (Part One)

Whumptober 2022: #11. “911. What’s your emergency?” Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Top Gun Gang, f!reader, reader x either Rooster, Bob, or Hangman (you have to read to find out who....) Word Count: 1339 TW: Car Accident, Descriptions of Injuries, Angst Notes: Thank you to @topguncortez for looking this over for me! 🥰 Part One, Part Two, Part Three(coming soon)

Another day, another shift, another 8-hours of traumatic stories and pleas for help. When you had decided to become a 911 operator, it hadn’t occurred to you how traumatizing it could be. Some days you had to stay on the line while you listened to horrendous acts being performed on the people begging you for help. On other days, there were countless sobs as people relayed that their loved ones were gone. And while you view yourself as a strong person, it all wears on you after a while. A person can only take so much before they crack.

That is why you cannot wait for the week-long vacation you have planned starting tomorrow. Just seven days of nothing but relaxing, sleeping late, and spending time with your fiancé. This will be the first time both of you have time off at the same time and you can’t be more excited. Maybe the two of you can actually make some progress on your wedding planning. 

But that starts tomorrow. Tonight, you idiotically agreed to pick up a second shift after you were supposed to get off, but there is no need to rush home. Maverick had come to town for one night and you know that means the entire squad will be at the bar with him until very late. So the extra money is better than sitting at the house by yourself all night. You probably could go meet them, but you also don’t want to disturb their catching-up time, so you stay at work.

It is a relatively quiet night, which is strange considering it is a Friday but you aren’t complaining. Mostly just a few drunk and disorderlies, an overdose, and an elderly woman who thought her husband was having a heart attack. Then, around one a.m., you have another call directed to your headset.

“911, what’s your emergency?” There is a long pause on the other end of the phone. You can hear ragged breathing, but the person makes no indication of what is wrong. “Hello? Are you alright?”

The silence stretches on longer and you look down at your computer screen to make sure there wasn’t a problem with the connection but then the person finally speaks. “You weren’t supposed to be working tonight.”

“Bradley?” Your head shoots up as you recognize the sound of one of your fiancé’s closest friends. His tone is somber and tinged with something almost like regret. “Are you okay?”

There is another pause before he says, “I need you to transfer the call to someone else.”

Your blood runs cold as your heart freezes in your chest. There is only one reason he would ask you to do that. Pressing your headphone tighter against your ear, you choke out, “How bad is it? How badly is he hurt?”

Bradley sighs. “Listen, we don’t have time for this. We need help, so I need you to transfer me.”

Turning back to the computer, you say, “Where are you?” Bradley reluctantly gives you his location and you quickly type it into the computer. “And what do you need? Fire, medical, police?”

Yet another pause. You are just about to scream at him when he murmurs, “All of them.”

Taking a deep breath, you enter the information into the form on your screen and send it off. Hopefully, emergency teams would get to their location soon. 

Turning your attention back to the call, you say, “Okay. They have your information. Now, what happened? Is he okay?”

Bradley’s military training had helped keep him focused long enough to get help, but now that he has, the severity of the situation seems to have caught up to him and he begins to ramble, his voice haunted and on the verge of tears. “We were on our way home and arguing about something stupid, I can’t even remember what now. Me, Bob, and Hangman. We never saw the truck coming. It ran the red light and just plowed into our driver’s side. It should have been me. I should have been driving. It was my car.” 

You feel the breath catch in your throat. You had forgotten Bradley had traded in his Bronco for a newer model car once he found out he and his wife were expecting. The Bronco might have been able to take that sort of collision, but the car….

“Bradley… are they okay? B-bob and J-Jake. Are they okay?” While you desperately want to know how your fiancé was, you have gotten very close to all of his squad members and are very concerned about the well-being of all three of them. Bradley might be physically okay, but you have seen enough of these types of situations to tell he is heading for a total mental or emotional breakdown if he continues on like this. So, you fall back into your own training. 

“Listen to me. Take a deep breath, in and out. It’s going to be okay. Help is on the way.” Bradley follows your instructions and you hear some of the tremor leaving his breathing. “Good. Now, are you okay? Did you hit your head or are you bleeding from anywhere?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. I, um, I was in the passenger seat. My neck hurts but I think it’s just whiplash. But Bob and Hangman… They’re both unconscious and it's bad. They’re both still breathing but….” he trails off. 

Taking a few deep breaths of your own, you say, “Bradley, I know this may be difficult, but I need you to do something for me. While you stay on this line, I need you to grab one of their phones and video call me on my personal phone. I need to see how bad it is. Please.”

There is a pause. Then, “Okay.”

You can hear footsteps as he presumably approaches the car. After a moment, he says, “I have his phone. I’m assuming you are ‘Sweetheart’?”

For a minute, you can only nod. But then realizing he can’t see that response, you force out a short, “Yes.”

A moment later, your phone lights up, displaying the picture you took of your fiancé in his dress blues the day he proposed. He was so handsome. But there is no telling what you will see in a few seconds when Bradley shows you him in his current state. 

Sliding the button to answer the call, you can just make out Bradley in the dim lighting at the side of the road. His hair is a mess and he is sweating profusely, but he seems relatively okay, just shaken. 

He gives you a sad smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply weakly. “Where are they?”

He hesitates. “Are you sure you want to see this?”

“I have to.”

“Okay.” he nods. “One second.” The camera jostles around as he turns the screen toward the remains of the car and you gasp in horror. 

Though you also catch a glimpse of a body in the back, the one you care most about is slumped in the front seat. Bradley was right. He seems to be unconscious, which is actually a blessing because otherwise he would be in agony. His left arm hung at an unnatural angle, either broken or at the very least dislocated. His breathing is ragged and shallow, each inhale seeming extremely painful and difficult. There is a good chance he broke some ribs which may, in turn, have punctured a lung. And internal bleeding is also a huge concern. 

But the part that makes you almost burst into tears is his face. The airbag had gone off and driven the frames of his glasses into the bridge of his nose while also shattering the glass. His nose is swollen and crooked with two streams of blood trailing from his nostrils. Huge gashes and trails of blood are scattered around his cheeks and eyes as shards of glass jut out of his face. He is almost unrecognizable yet you know it is the man you love.

“Bobby….”

Part Two out now and Part Three coming soon!

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[visionofhope04]

Neglected - Part 5

Sorry for the long wait! I just kinda didn’t really know how to make the reader’s and Jason’s conversation go but I got it! This is the last part of the series!!! I’m going to start working on a story based on this headcannon now. By the way, requests are open! Just no smut. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Current)

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You had just got home after that long interview. It had taken about 45 minutes and you were exhausted. You didn’t know how you managed to make it through 10 minutes of it. The first few minutes were definitely tense and you knew the press would eat it up. You planned to come clean about your so called family in an interview, but you didn’t plan for it to be the first one ever. You couldn’t control your mouth and the truth just poured out of you. You were glad the interviewer dropped the subject when you asked.

After setting your things down, you dropped onto the couch and lifted your hand above your head. You were staring at the ceiling and contemplating life when your phone rang. You reluctantly hopped off the couch and sprinted to get it. You found it, accepted the call, and then held it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello Y/N, I just saw your interview. Care to explain why you didn’t tell me about it and Y/G/N?”

“Jason! I’m sorry-”

“Y/N I’m so proud of you." You were so shocked, you almost dropped your phone.

“What? You’re not mad I outed the family?” You said in disbelief.

“No, of course not! Why would I be mad? If anything, I’m glad you did that to them. They deserve it. I'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me about Y/G/N.”

"Well to be fair it was all over the news."

"Well, I haven't had time to check lately."

“Touche. By the way, how is everyone?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. I only tolerate them for the sake of the city.”

“Oh, okay well- wait, what happens if they find out about what I said?! They’re gonna ruin my image, the career that I literally just started, and practically the rest of my life! I-”

“Woah, calm down, relax. They won’t ruin anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“They won’t. Trust me. If they do try anything it will be suspicious. No one would believe them.”

You noticed it had become late and you really wanted to take a nap, so you decided it was time to hang up.

“I love you Jason, thank you for everything. I’m exhausted from that interview and I’d like to get a few hours of sleep in.”

“I love ya too sis, just don’t forget me alright?”

“How could I? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, don’t forget. Bye."

“Bye.”

Jason hung up and you placed your phone back down. You made your way to your room and gathered (the clothes u sleep with cuz we don’t judge here) and prepared to shower and then finally take a nap.

---

Timothy Drake sat at the desk in his room, working on cases and occasionally sipping the coffee he had made ten minutes prior. It was 4 PM and he had been working nonstop since he got back from patrol. He opened a new tab on his laptop and saw something rather concerning pop up. It was an article titled “THE WAYNES AREN’T WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE…” Tim clicked on the article and began to read.

---

Bruce had been working in his office when suddenly Tim barged through the door. Bruce’s head snapped up in alarm.

“Look at this!” Tim screeched.

“What is it?” Bruce asked as Tim stomped over to his desk and handed him the laptop.

“Y/N…” Bruce grumbled in annoyance. “Can you remove the article or at least hide it?”

“No, it would look too suspicious. It’s already viral and if it suddenly disappeared people would suspect we had something to do with it.”

“Ugh. Inform Dick and Damian about it. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” Tim agreed as he quickly snatched his laptop from Bruce and ran back to his room.

---

“What!?” Dick Grayson was shocked. Timothy had just filled him in on the whole news incident Y/N had caused. He was furious. How could Y/N do such a thing and not know how badly her words would hurt their reputation! She was just overreacting and now people would believe her lies. “What’s B going to do?”

“I don’t know, he said he’s taking care of it.”

“Alright, I’ll let Damian know.”

---

"What?" Damian said in shock. Dick had called him while he was walking Titus and explained the situation. How and why would you do this to them? Did you not know how badly this would affect them???

"B says he's taking care of it. Don't worry about it much Dami."

That eased his worries a bit. "Okay, goodbye Grayson."

---

You were startled awake by the sound of your phone ringing. Groaning, you got up and went to retrieve your phone. On the way there, you glanced at the clock and noticed the time. You had slept for way longer than you meant to. Assuming it was someone from Y/G/N checking on you, you answered.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, you can't talk about us like that-"

You cut Bruce off. "I can and I will." You then hung up on him.

You felt a sense of pride wash over you. You were proud of how far you've come over the years. Before you wouldn't dare disobey Bruce. But now you had the courage to cut him off and hang up on him! You then blocked his number as well as Dick's, Tim's, and Damian's.

---

For the next few months, they tried to contact you in every way they knew how. Unfortunately for them, you knew exactly how to avoid and ignore them. They tried to cancel you and make the public believe you were lying. That backfired on them due to Jason exposing their lies and confirming that they did in fact neglect you.

Wayne Enterprises' business started to drop by landslides. Not to the point of bankruptcy but to the point where they were no longer in the top 100. The public started to support you more and Y/G/N gained even more popularity. You were so happy about everything and all the support you were receiving.

Alfred had called you one day congratulating you. He apologized for not trying to get to know you and for letting them treat you that way. He asked if you would like to meet up with him sometime and start to get to know each other. You forgave him and agreed to meet up with him.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian never bothered you anymore after that and you finally got your happy ending.

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[spikesbimbo]

Maneater

♢ make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Paring: timeskip,sugar daddy!yaku x f!reader

Tags: established relationship, sugar baby!reader, overstim, face riding, squirting, anal play (fingering) , nipple play,  spanking, pussyjob

wc: 1.7k

a/n: italics is him speaking russian

♢ ♢  for the ditsy ‘n diamonds collab.!

18+ minors dni

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“C’mere pretty girl, lemme see.” He said, leaning back onto the bed frame. Arms spread out waiting for you to walk out of your closet, eyes focused on the view of his penthouse while he waited. Time ticking by slowly on his watch as he grew more impatient by the second.

“Like this, daddy?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance, head turning to see you. Eyes instantly locking on your figure, body clad in pretty silk as you made your way towards him. Twirling as you bent over, hands already reaching for your ass. 

“Yeah….fuck.” Licking his dry lips, mouth being embarrassingly open the whole time. Having no shame, eyeing up your pretty little cunt, so soft and wet for him. 

Hes been so good to you; buttering you up, happy girls fuck better. Doesn't like seeing his baby all sad and mopey so he gives you his card and tells you to go wild with it. Coming back home, clinging onto his arm as he walked you to his car, the chilling wind not bothering you with his coat resting on your shoulders.

 Grabbing your ring covered hand in his, resting on your thigh, making no effort to reach further but you still felt your nerves rise. Pretty little pussy all wet from getting so excited. Showing him off the new clothes you got, putting on a little runway show for him. Cunt peeking out from that tiny dress he bought you, no panties as usual.. 

“Want me to kiss it better, baby?” His gentle words tingling into your ear, hands sneaking there way up your dress. “Want daddy to eat that little cunt until you can't think anymore? Just ask, sweetheart. C’mon, beg.” His hands trailing up your thighs as you stood over him, chin resting on your stomach as he looked up at you, feeling your squirm in his touch. Nervously smiling as you tried your hardest to speak under his gaze.

“Y-yes please, yaku.”

“You want it that bad, sweetheart? He asked, running the tip of his fingers over you slit, letting out a mumbled squeal as you stumbled into him. Pulling you onto his lap, thighs resting around his as you led his hands all over you, not being able to resist the little moan escaping your mouth as he adjusted his knee. Grin widening as you hid your face into his collar.

“Mhmm.” you whined, curling your hands into him, newly done nails leaving imprints behind as your tennis bracelets dangled onto his chest.

Leaning back onto the bed as he dragged you with him, straddling his hips as he lifted your tiny little dress above your head, tossing it the side, seeing the mess you were already making on his pants. “Fuck, you’re so wet. That all for me?

Sheepishly nodding, head face his chest as his gaze never left you, hands resting on the top of your thighs. “C’mere baby, want you to sit that little cunt on my face.”

“W-wha-” His words throwing you off guard, the way he could say that so shamelessly making your thighs clench together.

“Don't make me spank your pretty ass of yours until you're a crying mess again.” His impatience rising once more, dragging you up there. Body not resisting as his breath was blowing on your clit, whimpers leaving your mouth as you jerked in his hold.  

“Such a baby, desperate for my attention but you don't even know how to act when you get it. I don't have to take days off for you, but I do. You're such a spoiled little thing, aren't you princess?”

“N-no, no im not!” Eyes stinging with tears as you embarrassingly got wetter.

“Really?” he mumbled into your clit, his ring covered working its way up your thigh, the tingling sensation the cold making you shiver. “Because you sure act like one.” His fingers teasing at your entrance as you were already sobbing, soft lips kissing your needy cunt. Hands gripping onto the headboard, supporting your trembling body.

Cries leaving your mouth as his groans were not helping, the vibrations along with the feeling of feeling full, but not full enough had you growing greedy. A squeal escaping your lips as his middle finger made its way into your ass, shoving his finger all the way in until his knuckles were pressed against your flesh, curling into you ruthlessly, shaking hand moving down to grip his hair. “ya-” 

Feeling his smile under you, shameless grinding on his face, cilt rubbing between his nose and lips as you desperately tried to get yourself off. “y-yak-, daddy. m’gonna -cum”

His fingers fucking into both of your holes, thrusting into you so hard your body is moving with them. His other hand grabbing you tits, pinching your nipples while his mouth was abusing your clit. Head falling back, eyes rolling with it, incoherent words coming out as your body froze, hands still moving as your body twitched. Losing sight and all other senses for a few seconds, only feeling yourself fall into him, chest resting on his head.

“Fuck pretty girl, you just came all over me.” He groaned, eyes lingering on your fucked out body. “Such a messy little girl, sweetheart.” 

“Want more, want you daddy, please” you croaked out into his ear.

“You want daddy’s cock that badly, baby?”

“Yeah…” You whimpered, voice all soft and sweet now. Mind foggy with lust as you gripped onto him.  “Please yaku.”

He flipped you over, body being compliant with him as he pushed your knees to your chest, pulling his boxers down enough to free his cock. Eyes trying their best to stay open while he used his hand to stoke it a few times, standing straight up against his stomach. 

Sliding his hands up along your sides, thumbs grazing over your nipples grabbing the soft flesh in his hands, bringing his lips down to them. Placing kisses all over, tongue wrapping around your nipple, your dainty gold necklace getting caught up in his mouth, teeth gently tugging on both of them. A line of spit breaking as he pulled away. Keening at the sensation, heavy weight resting on your stomach as you felt his cock grow against you. 

Sliding his length along your soaked cunt, the wetness making it glisten, the tip nudging your clit and teasingly tapping your hole with every thrust. His hand lifting up your thighs, pulling you closer to him, hearing your whines as you shamelessly rutted your hips into his. 

“Aww, baby…  you gonna cum just from that,?” Shaking your head fastly, words not coming out quick enough as your hands grabbed onto his.

 “Feeling empty?” As if he read your mind, not surprising you in the slightest. “You need daddy to take care of you in every way don't you, hm?” He said angling his cock down and shoving the tip into your cunt, barely fitting inside.

Your body convulsing at just the touch, pure need overtaking you as you shoved yourself the rest of the way down his cock. A cry of pain and pleasure leaving your mouth as you felt his hand slap against your thighs. 

“Though you said you were gonna be a good girl. I was gonna take my time with you, but I guess not anymore….Gonna make them tears fall pretty again.”

His hands gripping you tighter as he started thrusting into you, already sounding so lewd. You moans roaming around the room, wet slapping sounds getting him harder as your back arched. Blood rushing to your head, trying to find the orgasm that was so close. Shuddering as his pace got relentless, quickly sliding into and out of you, his tip barely being out before his balls slapped your ass. 

“D-da-”

“No, baby..” he groaned, trying to hold himself back. “Not until daddy says you can.”

Eyes watering as your muscles tightened up. Hands moving to his neck, sliding up to his hair. Knuckles going white as your grip didn't loosen, trying to catch your breath as he kept fucking the gasps out of you.

"Fuck-" You whimpered, trying to stay still as he rutted into you faster, fingernails matching your knuckles. "I- can’t daddy, i can't!" you choked out. Head falling back once again, vision going black.

 “d-daddy, please…” you whined, opening your eyes to catch his. Pretty little pout on your face as he moved his lips to yours. 

“What? You gonna cum, baby?” His hot breath whispered into your mouth..

“B-but you said…” You sobbed, tears making your mascara run all over the place. “Please yaku, need it... need to c-ah, cum…”

“Be a good girl, and cum for me baby.” Your hesitantness easily caught by him, the look of worry in your eyes, not fully understand if what you heard was right.

His hand grabbing your jaw, turning your head to make you look at him. “Cum”

Back arching at the words, the same feeling all over again.. His thrusts not stopping, hips still slamming into yours. The feeling of overstimulation making you shake and cry, rocking back and forth until he can feel the wet heat dripping between you two. 

Finally pulling back as your body was limp under his, flipping you over again now resting on his chest. Leaning against the bed frame as you curled up into him, still looking unpleased after he made you cum for the 3rd time.

“Why are you still pouting, hm?”

“I- im not.” You said trying to hide your face, lips puckering up more.

His gaze on your made you ease up, looking into his eyes, heat rising into your face as you opened your mouth. “You pulled out ...“

“Oh my god, baby.” He said pulling you towards him, pushing back slightly. “Stop, daddy.” You said, trying to assert yourself, looking like the prettiest mess he's ever seen in his life. “You know how I feel.”  

He looked down into your sad, pleading eyes feeling his lips pull up in  smirk, dick already growing hard again at the thought. Fuck you were so cute. Leaning down into your ear, voice hot and raspy as he muttered out.

“Okay, princess. I’ll give you what you want, but…. you have to do something for me first.”

[heliads]

Thanks for writing for all readers 🥰 Only if you feel comfortable: a male squaller thats really similar to Zoya (they are besties and bickering 24/7) but turns into a flustered mess whenever he has to talk to Genja, who he actually shares many hobbies with? If you dont want to write that just male squaller thats besties with Zoya and making lighthearted fun about Nikolai?

i would do anything for genya safin my beloved

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There’s a common saying in Ravka that the best satisfaction comes from an honest day’s work. It’s ridiculous, of course, the sort of thing that’s said by wealthy monarchs as they watch their starving subjects work to the bone to supply them with another feast, but the message has still managed to stick around all of these centuries.

You, however, would tack on an addendum to the popular moral:  some satisfaction may come from the day’s work, sure, but the best satisfaction of all comes from being the best in the business, honest work be damned. Right now, you’ve just beat out even Zoya Nazyalensky in the latest Squaller showdown, and you could be on top of the world for all the Saints care.

Zoya, bless her heart, is pretending that she isn’t bothered at all right now. “No need to keep gloating, L/N, it’ll ruin your complexion.”

You snort. “I couldn’t ruin my complexion if I tried. It’s weathered even your storms, so it should stick around for a while longer.”

“It’s just one practice,” she replies, “don’t let it get to your head. I’ll remind you that I won the same title yesterday.”

“Yes,” you say, “but this is now. I’d never bother to get so caught up in the past.”

Zoya scoffs. “Yes, we know, you take pride in being a heartless and cold statue of a man–”

You can’t help but grin as you listen to Zoya. Despite her seemingly harsh words, this is how the two of you get along best, by trading jokes disguised as insults until even the most grating remarks make you laugh. You may pretend that the world doesn’t humor you in the slightest, but you can’t deny that you’re having a wickedly good time right now.

“–although your entire facade seems to disappear whenever you’re around our good friend Genya Safin,” Zoya finishes, “Why’s that?”

You were wrong, this world is a terrible place and you wish to leave it at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you grit out icily.

Zoya just smirks. “Of course you don’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if your entire brain shut down the second she walks within your line of sight. That’s what it seems like, at least.”

You roll your eyes. “If I can walk into conflict against the Fjerdans without so much as flinching, I doubt one Tailor could truly shake me that badly.”

“That’s what one would think,” Zoya says crisply, “yet it still happens. I must admit that it fascinates me. I thought you were better than silly feelings such as those.”

You arch a brow. “You’d know all about silly feelings, though, wouldn’t you? I seem to remember spotting a very familiar blue ribbon neatly coiled on the desk in Nikolai’s room the other day.”

Zoya’s eyes spark with a very unbecoming irritation. It appears that your theories about her and the king were true, although anyone with a set of working eyes or ears could think the same from the way they speak to each other.

“I can’t help it if the king thinks me devastatingly attractive. Would you like me to inquire with Genya if she feels the same way about you?” She asks pointedly.

You give her a look that could cut through solid stone, although it just makes her grin broaden. “I think I can handle my own affairs just fine on my own, but thank you so much for asking.”

Zoya’s teeth flash with the shine of her own vindication. “Just thought I’d offer. I am known for my charity when it comes to hopeless causes, aren’t I?”

You don’t bother to dignify that obvious fabrication with a response. The problem, of course, the issue of the very root that Zoya has so tactfully pointed out, is that you do indeed have lapses in your cold demeanor when it comes to a certain redheaded Tailor, although that’s not your fault.

How could it be your fault, after all, when Genya Safin is at her core the best young woman you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting? She’s got a wit to match your own, a sparking temper, and a warm heart beneath it all. That’s not to mention the fact that she’s irrevocably gorgeous, and one of the finest and bravest Grisha the Little Palace has to offer.

It would be wonderful if you could talk to her, then. You’ve certainly prepared for such a day time after time, straightening the collar of your best kefta like having a hair of the fox fur collar out of place would ruin your chances forever. In truth, you don’t think Genya has the time to consider the complacency of your kefta’s fur trim, as you trip over yourself so badly whenever she’s around that she’ll be far too distracted to concentrate on anything else.

It’s a terrible shame, which is of course why Zoya’s brought it up. She’s laughed over your inability to talk to the Tailor countless times before, no matter how often you try to deny it. In the end, you could build up the confidence of the Saints themselves, and it would all come crumbling down the second Genya so much as bats her eyes at you.

Zoya appears to take rare pity on you, because she clears her throat only a few minutes into your restless musing. “I’m actually meant to be meeting with Genya today on behalf of the Squallers,” she says, “but I’ve been called away for a war report and I won’t be able to make it. You’ll be able to at least try and fill my shoes while I’m out, won’t you?”

You raise a sardonic brow, trying to hide the fact that your heart feels as if it’s suddenly gone into palpitations. “I thought you’ve told me on countless occasions that I could never even hope to match your ineffable presence.”

Zoya sighs theatrically. “I did, but I’m afraid you’ll have to do today. I thought you’d be jumping at the prospect of visiting your sweetheart.”

“I’m going to push you into the lake,” you say.

“I don’t think you have the aim for that,” Zoya shoots back, and walks away matter-of-factly before you can test out that theory.

You treat yourself with a few seconds to glare at your friend’s back, then groan and start heading towards the Little Palace. Genya will be in the War Room at this hour, waiting on Zoya. You can only hope that she won’t be too disappointed to see you instead.

The soles of your boots echo against the cold stone floor of the Little Palace, rolling out a steady rhythm that helps calm at least the edges of your nerves. You shouldn’t be this nervous to see a friend, but then again, your heart has rarely seemed to follow your directions.

You knock once against the dark wooden door of the War Room, and moments later a voice calls for you to enter. Genya has her back to you at first, and you set your shoulders back. Today will be a good day. You’re going to actually handle this well. You don’t think you could physically take Zoya’s teasing if you didn’t.

In the meantime, you have the snapshot of a brief moment in which you can lean here against the half-open door, just looking at her. You’ve seen Genya around the Little Palace, of course, she’s impossible to ignore and so deeply entrenched in the Grisha that it’s impossible to uproot her, but still.

She’s especially pretty now, in the low lamplight. Her copper hair is pinned up, businesslike, although the bottom curls have already started to come untucked and trail towards the nape of her neck. Even when she thinks she’s alone, Genya carries herself with such cool confidence that you’d think she’d fought a thousand wars before and won them just as easily as she’s going to win this one.

Then again, perhaps Genya has, in a way. No one except her closest friends know exactly what happened during the reign of the Darkling, but it wasn’t good. Instead of turning Genya cruel, though, it has just made a kind girl brave. It amazes you.

Oblivious to your reverie, Genya turns around, arms full of blueprints. She frowns once at you across the room, then dumps out the scrolls on the already cluttered table before you. “I thought the meaner Squaller was coming,” she says.

“I thought I was supposed to be the meaner Squaller,” you say, “I might be hurt.”

Genya chuckles, success at last. “I’d have to disagree. I do love Zoya dearly, but her favored way of showing affection is through targeted sarcastic barbs.”

You smile faintly at that. “Zoya is–” 

Your early lead trails off, and you’re left clutching at straws, hoping to find something to say that won’t make you sound like a complete moron.

“–an acquired taste,” you finish somewhat lamely. You really can’t manage to conduct yourself around her, can you?

Luckily, Genya grins at your words. “I would quite agree,” she says, and you try not to make your sigh of relief all that obvious.

She beckons you over, leaning over one of the scrolls she’s started to unroll. “Zoya was supposed to talk to me about the Squallers. Hopefully, you know about your own branch of the Small Science.”

“I’m inclined to think so,” you say, “what were you going to talk about?”

Genya taps a few notations on the diagram. “We need to send another squadron of Grisha to the front lines. I need some names, people who are actually likely to follow orders instead of trying to be heroes and go off by themselves and die pointlessly. Have anyone in mind?”

She smiles somewhat apologetically as she asks the question, just as aware as you are that this is a terrible predicament. Sending friends to certain death is never easy, but in a time of war, it must be done anyway.

So, you nod, and try your best to move some of that burden off of her shoulders and onto yours. “Lara Kulakov is good, she’s someone you can trust. Danil Ivanov too, he’s strong. I wouldn’t go for Veliko Resnick or Milana Marinova, though. They’re good fighters, but far too distracted by a good round of Three Man Bramble. Which is pointless, by the way, because everyone in their right minds knows that the best card game is solitér.”

“Solitér?” Genya asks, suddenly delighted. “You play it too? Zoya makes dreadful fun of me for liking it, she says it’s a game for old maids or life sentence prisoners, but I happen to think it’s quite fun.”

You laugh. “No, I think it’s the best. I learned to play when I was quite young, I think it was a way for my mother to keep me quiet and out of trouble.”

Genya grins. “See, I knew you were fun, L/N. This just proves it. We should play sometime.”

You frown. “Solitér is a solo game, though. Thought that was the whole point. You know, solitary, solitér.”

Genya rolls her eyes. “Alright, then, we could play in the same vague proximity. It would work out.”

You smile at her, suddenly self conscious. “It sounds like a date.”

You meant to confirm her idea, but it comes out more like a question. Could it be a date, perhaps? Could it actually sound like Genya Safin herself wants to meet up with you?

Genya straightens up slightly, hands smoothing out invisible folds in the skirt of her kefta. “Only if you wanted to, that is,” she amends in a quieter voice, “I know you’re probably quite busy and all, but–”

You cut her off hurriedly before she can retract her offer. “No, I think that sounds wonderful. I’m just awful at confirming things, that’s all. You make me terribly nervous, Genya.”

She laughs, the sound of it pealing like a bell through the room. “That’s impossible. Zoya says you’re one of the bravest Grisha we’ve got. Surely I can’t make you nervous.”

You smile in spite of yourself. “One would think so, but the facts still remain. If you were to agree to this date, though, I might be able to overcome my little fear.”

“You think so?” Genya asks around a dazzling grin.

You nod solemnly. “Only if you’d give me the chance to prove it.”

The corners of her mouth twitch up in a happy smile, refusing to tamp themselves down. “I think I’d be alright with seeing that. Shall we do Thursday, then, after supper?”

“That sounds perfect,” you say, and it is. You’ll certainly have the story to share with Zoya once she comes back. For once, you’ve managed to stop tripping over yourself around Genya, and you’ve even managed to win a date out of it. Nothing could be more perfect, indeed.

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[desireness]

Wants & Needs [Sasha x f!reader] 16+

-cw: au, praising, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, wlw, slight choking, dom! reader, sub! sasha

sneak peak: You’ve had attraction for your friend Sasha for a very long time. What will happen when she calls, begging you to hangout? Especially when she confesses that she’s been so horny lately..

notes: Been having sasha brain rot recently so here’s this. Sasha is just *chefs kiss*. Enjoy.

You open your eyes to the sound of your ringtone going off on your phone. You search around for your phone on your bedside table without even looking, too tired to bother. You briefly look at your phone’s screen to check who’s calling you.

“Sasha, what the fuck do you want?” you ask annoyed.

“Were you already sleeping? what are you? a fucking grandma?” she snorts.

“yea, i’m hanging up”

“NO WAIT”

Sasha goes on to talk about how she’s sorry for waking you up and babbles about other irrelevant things. She could be so annoying sometimes but you love that about her.

“Okay, why did you actually call?” you ask rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes.

“i’m bored... and hungry. Please bring food and come hangout with me” she whines over the phone.

You hesitate at first, wanting to sleep more but also not wanting to let her down. Plus, you forgot to eat dinner before bed anyways so why not?

“Fuck it, fine. You owe me though.” You say before hanging up.

You sigh, throwing your phone on the bed. You get out of your bed, quickly missing the warmth and comfort it provided. A chill washes over your skin as you’re exposed to the cold air of your room. You go to put on a warm hoodie and decide to keep your comfy sweatpants on. You quickly grab your car keys and your phone, taking one last glance in the mirror before heading towards the parking lot of your apartment complex. Your hair was messy and disheveled, but you could care less. You were just going to see Sasha anyways.

On your way to her apartment, you stop at Sasha’s favorite fast food restaurant to get dinner for you both. The drive there was short, only about ten minutes. As you arrived you texted her, “here.”

She didn’t reply, which was quite strange. She’s usually fast at replying, especially when there is food involved. As you reach her apartment door, you type in the passcode and walk right in like you normally do. You walked into the kitchen and set the bag of food on the counter.

“Sasha?” you called out. No answer.

You walk towards her bedroom, opening the door that was already cracked open. There she was, cuddled up in her blankets, sleeping. “For fuck’s sake.” You said under your breath.

Sasha looks so pretty with her hair down and sprawled out on her pillow. You had always noticed how attractive she was. Sometimes staring a little too long at her face or especially, her lips. Her skin is so gorgeous and bright. You often find your touches on her skin lingering too long or your eyes wandering over her body whenever she changed in front of you. She was perfect and it often made your head so full of her. Wondering was it was like to touch her, kiss her, taste her, pleasure her.

You realized these actions weren’t normal for regular friends, you’ve known that for awhile so you never acted on them in fear that she might push you away. Plus, it’s not like you’ve ever really had the chance, she’s always been with some guy. They were all trash and the relationship often didn’t last long but still, it frustrated you. She deserves better, no, the best. You’ve heard all of her sex stories and how they never seem to truly satisfy her. You knew you could be the one to do that for her, make her feel so good. Sometimes you day dream about filling her up with your fingers and having her scream your name. You get wet just thinking about it. If only you had the chance.

You move some hair out of her sleepy face, admiring her for a few more seconds before softly shaking her awake. “Sash, wake up I brought food.” You say sweetly.

Sasha’s eyes flutter open and she sits up, yawning and stretching.

“Ahh shit, sorry for falling asleep. Thanks for coming.” She softly smiles at you making you flash a smile back. " ‘s ok”

You’re sitting in front of her, watching her grab her phone and look at the time. 12:23 A.M. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, exposing her plush thighs to you. You rub your thighs together to help ease the tension. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and probably wearing some cute lace panties as well. It’s driving you crazy, you want to feel her so badly.

Sasha lays back on her bed with a groan. You ask her what’s wrong and she replies “i’ve been so fucking horny lately and nico’s been busy so I can’t even call him up. It’s so annoying.” She sighs. This only made you crave her more, trying so hard to push your desires away. “Maybe I should buy a new vibrator or something to keep me company.” She laughs. You smiled but didn’t think it was funny. She didn’t need a vibrator or anything else. What she needed was you.

“Anyways, where’s the food?” She asks eagerly.

“In the kitchen...” You trail off looking at the small bit of drool placed on the corner of her mouth. You take your thumb and wipe it away, your touch lingering a little too long on her lips. All Sasha did was giggle.

Before Sasha could say anything, you place your lips on hers, holding her chin between your thumb and your pointer. You kiss her softly, afraid to scare her off by being too aggressive at first. Sasha’s eyes are wide open, slowly processing the scene before her. You continue to move your lips against hers but you quickly realize she isn’t doing the same. You take this as a hint that she is uncomfortable, parting away from her lips. Not even a second after you broke the kiss, Sasha leaned back in to put her lips on yours. Her hands are on both sides of your cheeks, cupping your face.

Your lips move in synch with hers, relishing in each other’s taste. You want to memorize what she tastes like, you aren’t in any hurry. Your mind is fuzzy as you run your tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She quickly abides slightly opening up her mouth so your tongue could slide in. Your tongues intertwine, pulling a sweet moan from her mouth into yours. Your cunt clenches in response. It’s your first time hearing her pretty voice like that, all whiny and submissive. It was all because of you. You briefly came back to your senses, pulling away from her lips.

She is slightly panting, lips glossy from the kiss. She looks so sensual right now. “What about niccolo?” you say, slightly averting your eyes so your not tempted to throw her on the bed and fuck her right there, not caring about her feelings. “We’re not exclusive or anything.” She grabs the hem of your shirt, nervously playing with it between her fingers. “So don’t stop, please.” She’s blushing, eyes meeting yours. That’s all you needed to hear from her, a sign that she wants you to keep making her feel good.

You take no time reattaching your lips with hers, placing your hands on her waist to pull her onto your lap. You take your time to pepper sweet kisses from her lips to her jaw then to her neck. Taking the skin of her neck between your teeth while she hisses at the sting, gripping your shoulders roughly. You use the pad of your tongue to ease the sting, tasting her skin. It wasn’t hard for you to find her sweet spot. You suck and kiss her skin, making her an aroused mess on top of your lap. You creep your hands underneath her shirt, feeling the sides of her waist and ribs, while just brushing against the underside of her breasts. You can tell she’s getting impatient from the way she’s letting out small desperate gasps at your touches. You like seeing what a mess she is for you. You can feel the goosebumps on her skin as you feel around underneath her shirt. You give her jaw one last kiss before you pull away to grab ahold of the hem of her shirt. You shoot her a glance of permission and she quickly nods.

One you slide the shirt up and over, her breasts bounce down on full display for you to see. You can only mutter “fuck” at the sight before you. You had seen Sasha barely clothed before but never like this. You’ve never seen this sight knowing you had full control over it. Your eyes wander over her body being completely topless, only some cute lace underwear covering her cunt. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” you say grasping her breasts in your hands. Sasha moans in response, loving the way you praise her.

You eagerly attach your mouth to her breast, finding the nipple with ease. She immediately whines at the contact. You suck on one breast and palm at the other, making her fingers intertwine with your hair and slightly tug on it when you nip and roll at her nipples. Her breasts are the prettiest you’ve ever seen. Perfectly round and perky, god she’s amazing. You feel her start to grind on top of you, trying to relieve the growing ache between her legs. That only makes you want her more.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” You whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. You grasp her ass and her hips with your hands and guide her body over yours. Helping her ride you while your face is buried in her tits. She gasps at the sudden contact, burying her face into your neck. Her breasts practically bounce in your mouth as she moves back and forth. She nibbles and bites on your neck, trying to handle the overall pleasure of it all. You can tell she’s getting close by the way she’s whining in your ear, hands grasping your shoulders tightly.

All of a sudden you grab her hips harshly, stopping her from making anymore movement. She whimpers at the loss of contact, making you smile as you leave a sweet kiss on her shoulder. You look up at her, grasping her jaw and giving her a light kiss. Your fingers find her wet clothed cunt, making her gasp into your mouth. She whines loudly as soon as your fingers start to circle her clit. You moan in response into her mouth, lapping your tongues sloppily.

She lets out a desperate muffled, “please” into your neck. “Please what? hmm?” you purr bringing her face to look at yours. Her face is a flushed mess and her lips are slightly swollen, making you feel proud of yourself knowing you caused it. Sasha grabs your your other hand that is on her ass and places it near her cunt. “Your fingers, need them so bad.” She pleas. You hum in response, bringing your fingers up to your lips, not hers. You want her to watch you make them wet, so that it’s engraved her mind. You swirl your tongue around your fingers, making wet and sloppy sounds. Sasha watches eagerly, letting out a needy moan. You remove your fingers, leaving a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to your fingers.

Sasha stands up, removes her panties, and sits her pretty ass right back on your lap. You move your fingers down to her folds and softly run through them. Sasha let’s out a small gasp as your fingers reach down to find her slit, teasing the entrance. “Shit, you’re so wet. All this for me?” She nods in agreement with a breathy moan.

You insert your two fingers inside her, painfully slow. She clenches down hard and squeezes her eyes shut. You want her to feel every part of your fingers, want her to remember this feeling. “Feels so good inside me.” She says sweetly, making you pump your fingers inside her just to hear more of her sweet voice. She rides your fingers as you pump them into her at the same time. She throws her head back in pleasure, giving you perfect access to her neck. She cries out your name as you kiss and suck on her sweet spot while filling her up. You grip her ass hard, helping her move up and down on your now soaked fingers. Her walls are so squishy and wet, making you fuck her with your fingers ruthlessly. She repeatedly lets out loud high pitched moans. You’re soaked at this point, all aroused because of her pleasure.

“Am close, you’re filling me up so good!” She cries out. Her words go straight to your cunt and you increase the speed of your fingers, using your thumb to circle her clit at the same time. The erotic sounds of her wetness and her moans fill the room, leaving you so satisfied. Her tits are flying up and down as she rides you faster and you take a mental screenshot to remember this sight forever. “Who’s making you feel good hm? Who’s the one that’s pleasuring you the way no one ever has?” You groan. Your free hand finds it’s place around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. “You are! It’s all you!” She sobs. The coil in her stomach has reached it’s max and is ready to snap. “Fuck, good girl.” You grunt grabbing her jaw and pulling it forward so your faces are inches away. “Now come for me, pretty.” And she does, practically screaming your name as she cums around your fingers.

She collapses onto your shoulder, panting into your neck. You rub soft circles on her clit to help her come down from her high. You pull your fingers out gently and place them in your mouth to clean them off. She tastes so sweet and saccharine, you can’t help but want to clean her off with your tongue. You whisper sweet praises to her, telling her how amazing she did. She nuzzles into your neck, leaving soft kisses as a thank you.

She hops off of your lap, laying down on the bed. You take no time to pull your sweatpants and panties down. You are so wet, you couldn’t just leave yourself like this. Sasha stares at the ceiling, unaware of your actions until you climb on top of her, cunt hovering over her breasts. She lifts her head up slightly with a confused expression on her face but blushes at the sight of your bare and soaked count. You slightly drag you cunt over her breasts as you grab the back of her head and say “Remember how you said you were hungry? Now eat.”

You practically shove her face into your pussy and she complies. Kissing and kitten-licking your folds at first, making you satisfyingly sigh. She grabs onto the back of your thighs, pushing you closer. You’re basically sitting on her face now. She finally starts to lap her tongue on your clit, making you grip her hair hard. You let out a series of satisfied, loud moans making Sasha whine into your cunt. You praise her for her good work. “such a good girl for me, gonna make me cum, baby?” She pulls away to nod at you before placing her tongue on your pussy again.

She sucks on your clit repeatedly, making your hips slowly ride her face. You do your best not to crush her face in the process. Her tongue feels so good and you love having this power of her. You love quite literally sitting on her face while she submits to all of your requests. She slips her tongue into your dripping hole, making you groan as your throw your head back. You continue riding her face as the room fills with wet sounds from her tongue slipping in and out of you.

It all starts to become too much for you, making your legs twitch and shake. Sasha pulls away for a second. “Want you to cum” She pleas looking up at you, teasing your clit with her tongue. She looks so cute with her begging eyes. You hum in response, grabbing the back of her head. “Since you’ve been very compliant, i’ll allow it.” You stroke the side of her mouth before entering two of your fingers inside. You collect her saliva and your own juices with your fingers, making her pleasantly sigh in response. You bring your fingers out of her mouth and place them on your tongue. “Make mommy cum.”

You shove her face right back where it belongs, earning a gasp from her. She flicks her tongue on your clit at a rapid speed which makes you a moaning mess. You moan over and over again as her tongue reaches all the right places. Her tongue switches between your hole and clit, making you see stars. Your legs start to shake and your breathe picks up. You can feel yourself about to cum by the way your stomach and pussy tingles, sending you into pure euphoria. Sasha focuses on your clit, flicking her tongue ruthlessly to help your reach your high. Your orgasm washed over you with a loud high pitched moan, making your mouth into a perfect O shape. You cum all over Sasha’s face.

She circles your clit with her tongue to help you come down from your high, cleaning all of your release off your pussy and thighs with her tongue. You come back to your senses and remove yourself from her grasp. You both lay there for a couple of minutes, processing everything that just occurred. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you just fucked Sasha better than anyone else ever has. All Sasha could say was “wow” and giggle. You laughed along with her, pushing her hair out of her face.

All of a sudden, Sasha’s phone rings. You grab it, seeing Niccolo’s name on the screen and hand it to her. You can slightly hear Niccolo tell her he’s free tonight if she wants. You kiss her shoulder sweetly, waiting for her response. “I’ll pass, i’m pretty content at the moment.” She smiles at you and hangs up on him.

She gives you a quick peck before heading off towards the kitchen. She looks back at you with a cute smile before leaving the room. “Thanks for two meals tonight, by the way.”

[starryhyuck]

mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

[katmoonz]

Depression

Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3034

Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.

Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx

Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.

Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.

The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.

This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.

At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.

You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.

Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.

The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.

You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”

Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.

Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.

Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.

Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.

“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.

“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.

“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.

Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.

Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.

You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.

Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*

You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.

Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*

Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.

Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.

The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.

Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.

Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.

“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.

“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.

Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*

Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.

The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.

Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.

Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.

“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”

Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”

“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus

Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”

Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”

“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius

Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”

Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”

Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.

The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.

The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.

Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”

Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.

Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.

Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.

The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.

“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.

Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.

Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”

This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.

Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.

You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.

Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.

Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”

You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.

Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”

The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.

Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.

You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.

Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”

Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”

Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”

“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.

You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.

You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”

The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.

Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”

Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”

Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.

You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.

“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”

You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.

“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.

You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”

He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”

This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.

“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.

“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”

Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”

“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”

“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.

“Rubbit” he replies.

This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.

After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.

“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.

Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”

You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”

[fivelakesinwriting]

Fire Pit (JJ Maybank)

Author's Notes: JJ MAYBANK'S FRIENDS ARE COCKBLOCKS. JJ just wanted to be alone with his girl.

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, sexual innuendos - sexual references (JJ gets his hands on her for a little bit. so maybe a lil' smutty...)

Requested? NOPE, but OBX requests are open.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

JJ Maybank had invited her to a fire on the beach in the hopes of getting her alone. When the Pogues caught wind of a fire on the beach, they were all in.

So, there he sat. Across the fire from the object of his affection watching as Pope chatted her ear off about some class he was taking, or some book he was reading. JJ wasn't paying attention. He could only think about how she looked in his sweater and those tiny shorts.

This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go.

JJ wanted to bring her down to the beach, light a fire, maybe the two of them would pass a bottle of wine back of forth and get a little drunk. After that, he didn't care. Maybe they would have sex on the beach. Sure, that might have been his endgame. But, if they just ended up on the beach getting drunk and talking, he was fine with that. He just wanted to be with her.

"If you keep frowning like that, your face is going to stay that way." Kiara stated as she sat down next to JJ and handed him a beer.

"I'm not frowning." JJ replied as he took the beer from her, then gently rubbed the bridge of his nose to erase his frown line.

"You are, because we crashed your date." Kiara grinned as she sipped at her beer, her eyes flickered from JJ to the girl across the fire.

JJ grunted in response as he took a large swig of his beer then, against his better judgement, frowned again. Kiara gave her friend a pat on the back before she got up from beside and made her way around the fire pit to where the girl sat, still chatting with Pope.

JJ watched Kie bend over a little to whisper in her ear, their eyes meeting across the flames. She stood up, his sweater like a dress on her. She made her way around the fire and over to JJ, taking up space on his lap.

"Are you sad, JJ?" She smiled as she sat on his lap, an arm around his neck.

"It was supposed to be just the two of us." JJ muttered while he pressed his forehead to the side of her face.

"You aren't having fun?" She laughed as her free hand played with the soft hair at the back of his head.

"Not the fun I intended on having tonight." JJ grumbled with a swig of his beer, finishing it. He crunched the can, then dropped it to his feet before he placed his hand on her bare thigh.

"JJ." She scoffed as she bumped his chest with her shoulder before she brought her own drink back up to her lips.

JJ wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew that if he started he might like the taste of alcohol on her tongue too much to stop. Instead of kissing her like he wanted, he took his hand of her thigh and reached into his own bag and pulled out another beer and cracked it open with one hand.

"Hey, kids. We're going to get more firewood. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." John B stated as he flashed a small light at JJ's face as him, Pope and Kie stood up from the fire and began to walk towards the clearing around the pit.

"What exactly does that rule out?" JJ scoffed with a sip of his beer as he watched his friends leave.

JJ released a sigh of relief to finally be alone with her for the first time all night. The arm he had around her waist tightened to keep her snug in his lap as he placed his beer in the sand beside him and placed his hand back on her thigh.

"Your hand is cold, JJ!" She squealed as she grabbed his fingers from her skin.

JJ smirked as he took his hand out of her grip, wiggled his fingers and reached beneath her shirt to press his fingertips to her bare stomach. She squealed and gripped at his neck as she squirmed on top of him to get away from him.

"C'mere." JJ grinned as he took his hand from under her shirt and cupped her face to pull her close to him. He pressed his lips to hers and and breathed a sigh through his nostrils while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I missed you, JJ." She stated while her fingers twirled his hair around at the nape of his neck. She turned her body so she straddled his lap, her feet pressed into the sand on either side of him.

"I missed you, too. I'm sorry these guys are here. It was supposed to be just the two of us tonight." JJ replied as he held her hips tightly while he pressed kisses to her chin.

"Well, I'm still having fun. But maybe next time, don't tell your friends your plan to get me naked on the beach?" She smiled while she extended her neck for his trail of kisses.

JJ laughed as he nestled his face in her neck and pressed kisses along her neck, his fingers pulling the hood of her sweater away to reach her collarbone. He pulled his hands off her hips to press them to her bare thighs again, hopefully his palms had warmed up now, and slid his hands to the hem of her shorts.

"I got us a bottle of wine from the country club..." JJ trailed between small bites of her collarbone.

"You stole an expensive bottle of wine from your job?" She laughed as she pulled his hair to make him look at her.

"I took one of the cheaper ones that no one orders." JJ grinned as he licked his lips.

She shook her head, a smile on her face, before she leaned in to kiss him again. JJ groaned against her lips while his hands slid up the back of her oversized sweater and pulled her close against him. JJ used his abdominal muscles to knock her over into the sand, his hand cradling her head for impact as they fell.

"JJ!" She laughed against his lips, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"You look so cute in my sweater." JJ muttered while he pressed kisses down her neck again, pulling his hand from under the oversized sweater in favour of pushing it up around her stomach.

"Whoa, guys! We walked away for like, five minutes for fire wood. I hope you brought protection!" John B yelled as three sets of feet shuffled through the sand towards the fire pit again.

"Why would I? I have you guys." JJ groaned as he pulled himself off of her and extended his hand to pull her up. JJ sat back down and pulled her onto lap, taking a brief moment to help her brush the sand off her backside.

JJ tossed a playful glare at Kie across the fire, who mouthed an "I'm sorry" at him. JJ shook his head with a smile as he wrapped his arm around his girl and kept her close, silently vowing he would never tell his friends about a fire on the beach again.

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hey you can do a smut of feysand where feyre is sub and rhys the dom? 👀👀

Omg i started this ages ago and then forgot and then today I was looking at my illegible scrawl being like what is this...? and then I found this ask and now I remember 🙈 Anyway here's a bit of canon divergence from that first bit of ACOWAR

Espionage It's been months now that Feyre has been playing Spring Princess, and perhaps it was inevitable that Tamlin would take her back to the Night Court. Not to bring her home, of course. No, just to taunt him, just to show Rhys that he had truly won. So when they see each other for the first time, its not as themselves. Tamlin stalks through the halls of the dark court with his head held high. So does Feyre, trailing behind him, even as hisses of 'traitor' and 'deserter' hit the air around her. Oh this court cares nothing for loyalty, Rhys knows. They just like a good show.

And then it's a lift of his eyebrow and guards are seizing the Spring Lord, hauling him off to the side of the dais so that finally, finally Rhys can see her.

His lover.

His mate.

His everything.

Tamlin struggles and shouts in the guards' grips, and Rhys knows soon he'll have to give an explanation for why the High Lord arrived for a meeting and was suddenly being restrained. But he can't focus on that at the moment, because Feyre's eyes meet his. And he can't help it.

The floor seems to slide under him and it is an effort to keep his knees from buckling. Feyre's chin is lifted and proud, and the sight of her soft, bare neck has him... salivating. Rhys swallows, and his eyes dart to where her fists clench. It's a near imperceptible movement, but for him, unable to rush down the three little stairs that would take him to his love, it's clear that she's digging her nails into her palms to stop herself from shaking. But they have to play on, and Rhys is the High Lord of the Nightmare Court. So only his eyes touch her until someone asks "Aren’t you going to punish her?"

Everyone looks expectantly at him, and Rhys breathes, "but of course."

"Don't you lay a hand on her!" Tamlin yells, pulling again against those who hold him back.

Rhys does not take his eyes off of Feyre as he says, "But Tamlin darling, you didn't think you could bring this little morsel back into my court without some repercussion for her having left it in the first place?"

Rhys does step forward now, so slowly, and the click of his boot heel on that first marble step rings loud in his ears. Feyre's too, if he's not mistaking that sharp intake of breath through her nose.

Her gaze does not leave his as he stops where he is, and extends a hand toward her.

"Come, my dear," he purrs, and the whole court titters in anticipation. Feyre flicks her gaze to Tamlin, ever the obedient wife, but Tamlin just stares wide-eyed, from Rhys to Feyre and back again.

Rhys keeps a hold of that impassive mask but down the bond, he reaches past his outstretched hand as if he could haul her up toward him by that golden thread alone.

When Feyre's fingers touch his, they tremble, as if from fear.

Rhys knows better.

His hand closes over hers and the touch is electric. He can feel his mate clamp down hard on the tears that shimmer just behind her eyes, and he murmurs, just for her, Hello, lover.

I can't believe I'm really here, sends back to him.

Not the reunion scene I would have picked myself, Rhys hums.

Feyre chuckles softly in his mind, and Rhys nearly loses it right then and there.

Feyre has now made it up to the top of the dais, and Rhys sits back down on the throne as he releases her. Reluctantly.

I want to hold you so badly, Rhys tells her.

I want to do much worse, to you, Feyre teases.

And quick as lighting, Rhys has seized her wrist. Pulls her hard toward him and at the last moment, flips her over his knee. The courtiers snigger nastily, but all Rhys can think about is how he can feel her nipples go hard against his thigh. Her quickening heartbeat is a tattoo in his ears.

So, so slowly, he slides her dress up. Spring growls, but a look from Rhys silences him. After all, they’re in his jurisdiction now.

Rhys runs his nails up the back of Feyre’s thigh and goosebumps chase his fingertips. He squeezes her for only a second before landing the first slap, clean across her backside. Courtiers giggle and they both pretend that Feyre did not shiver under his hand.

The second smack is louder, accompanied by a small gasp that might just be an expression of pain.

The third is closer to the centre of her and leads Rhys’s fingers to graze against the pooling wetness between his mate’s legs.

Cauldron fuck, Rhys hisses in her mind.

Forget this- Rhys wants to put his tongue on her, espionage be damned. Then Feyre’s voice whispers back. Don’t stop, she says.

Rhys’s eyes harden and a low growl is rolling deep in his chest. It is all he can do to slam a shield of magic over Feyre, to not let the scent of her arousal reach Tamlin, to not rub it in that Feyre will never, never be his.

But they're only playing pretend.

So Rhys spanks her once more, loud enough for the sounds to reverberate off the stone walls, and then cackles a laugh that covers the sound of Feyre's moan. The court laugh with him, convinced that the lady's humiliation is complete.

Rhys stands abruptly, and then catches Feyre before she hits the ground. He lowers her to the floor, and then with a glimmer of magic she's chained to the armrest of his throne. Rhys crouches down at her level, and grips her chin.

With his back to the court, Rhys's expression softens.

Are you okay? he asks her.

I'm fine, Feyre snaps. Don't look at me like that in front of people.

She jerks her head away and glares balefully at him, and Rhys just laughs his soft, dark laugh.

"So full of spirit," he muses aloud. "I can see why you like her so."

Rhys stands and spins on his heel, dropping back lazily into the onyx throne.

"Now sweet Lord, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Release her," is Tamlin's snarled reply. Rhys rolls his eyes, and leans back. But when he rocks forward again, any trace of idleness is gone from his face.

"You do not give orders in my court," he says, low and whipping like mountain wind. "You waltz in here, you shove this in my face," here he throws a gesture to Feyre, "and you say you have something so important to tell me that you need to interrupt this fine revel to do so in person. So spit. It. Out."

As he speaks, dark shadows begin to curl around him like rising smoke. They seem to reflect the High Lord's shifting temper, and even a few of the courtiers closest to the dais shrink back from this infamous ire.

"Oh and," Rhys flops back, his anger vanishing as fast as it had appeared. "Feyre darling can stay right there until you're done. Just so I get something out of this little tête-à-tête, too."

Tamlin grits his teeth, and puts his piece forward. The court lean in, nosy as ever and eating up the Spring Lord's discomfort like so much sugary dessert.

And while they are watching him speak, while the flickering tendrils of Rhysand's dark mood continue their wafting around the throne, no one notices fingers of that same shadow slide around Feyre's ankles.

Soft, stroking touch at first. Lapping at her feet, then sliding around her waist like they could hug her when her mate could not. Sliding up her back feeling like nothing so much as a firm, calloused hand on her skin. Whispering over her cheekbones like they are looking for any sign of injury or ill health.

Darling, I'm fine, Feyre murmurs down the bond.

Damn all these people for being here, Rhys replies. I just want to touch you all over. Feyre shivers, and keeps her eyes downcast.

We'll be together soon, she promises. Her voice in her mind turns teasing. Are you even hearing to what Tamlin is saying?

Not a word, Rhys says mildly. Having you here is... very distracting.

Listen, love, Feyre urges. Pay attention.

But I can think of much better things to give attention to, Rhys argues, and before Feyre can respond he's slipped a curl of darkness under her skirt. Her eyes go wide and her hands grip her chains.

Rhys... what are you doing?

Shh. Keep quiet now, he croons, there's a good little spy.

Invisible hands slide over her thighs now, squeezing at her hips. Feyre schools her face into blankness, even as a too-real touch slides over her stomach. Lower.

Rhys...

Her mate doesn't spare her a glance. Just keeps nodding at whatever the other High Lord is going on about, and reaches his magic down the front of her underwear.

The chains by his right knee rattle slightly, but no other sound escapes Feyre. Beneath her skirts, where no one can see, her thighs squeeze together. Rhys leans his elbow on an armrest, and his chin on the heel of his palm, and looks bored.

Look at you, he breathes. Hands tied up and at my mercy.

He isn't touching her, not really. Yet he can feel the slickness that his shadows brush up against, feel the pulse of where she needs the friction the most. He begins to push just small, lazy circles right on that little pressure point, and out of the corner of his eye, his lover begins to blush.

Feyre sits very still, but cannot control the heating of her cheeks.

Easy, comes Rhys's warning rumble. Frost blooms on Feyre's chains. Easy, he repeats, and the dark touch pauses. Feyre's blush subsides, and so the icy spiderwebs on the metal.

Good girl.

And the movement resumes. This time Feyre sits so still, sits so well for him even as she makes a mess of her under garments. Rhys's growl reverberates down the bond, and the power licks lower, lower down until he's pushing inside her.

The only tell that Feyre feels anything at all is that her eyes glaze over, as she stares at nothing. A few more tendrils snake out and stroke up her waist, curving to the undersides of her breasts as he pulls star-kissed night in and out between her legs.

It's a ghost of what Rhys wants to do to her and for a moment his blindly jealous of his own power.

Rhys stifles a yawn, barely seeing the purple colour that Tamlin is turning at the High Lord's insolence, and strokes a shuddering talon down the shield's of Feyre's mind. She opens as she exhales, and suddenly he is wrapped in her desire.

It's delicious. It's torture.

He gives her more.

Rhys moves the darkness and in Feyre's mind he pictures exactly what he means to emulate, and he chuckles with purely male satisfaction as her mind goes fuzzy and loose at the image. She's starting to lose it, just a little, in front of the Court of Nightmares.

Behave, pet, Rhys mumbles. But he doesn't let her relax, doesn't change what he's doing as he sees her, out of the corner of his eye, begin to make the most minute movements with her hips. Begin to draw her lower lip just between her teeth.

Rhys should stop, he knows he should.

But it's been so long since he's been this close to her, and he can't bring himself to deny her. Not when her pleasure is so intoxicating to him, not when he's been robbed of the taste of it these many months.

And so on and on he goes, the rolling rhythm of his darkness winding her up until she's begging.

Rhys, Feyre whimpers. I can't...

You can, sweetheart, just take a little more...

Rhys gets up out of his throne and stands so that he blocks Feyre from Tamlin's view.

"I've heard enough," he says, and Tamlin splutters off mid sentence. "You may see the maps if you like but I'll warn you now that the true reason you're asking after them won't be inked where you think it'll be. Guards, escort him to the map room, I am utterly bored with his presence."

"Not without her," Tamlin manages, already being marched away by Night Court guards.

"I'll send her along by and by," Rhys says, and flicks his fingers to shoo him away. Tamlin can do nothing but glower as he is led off, afterall, he does want to see the maps.

"And you," Rhys says softly. Dangerously. He crouches down with a sweep of his coat, and lifts her chin by the crook of his finger. "I'll need you to scream for me before I let you go."

Now, he says down the bond, and then to the delight of the watching Court of Nightmares, Rhys reaches his hand through her hair to cradle her skull and kisses her savagely on the mouth. Feyre screams, and it sounds for all the world like she's in pain. Rhys just laughs as she cries out again and again, until tears are leaking down her face.

And in her head he's sighing Good girl, good girl, you come for me so beautifully my perfect, perfect girl.

Feyre goes limp at his feet, and he whispers so softly in her ear, "I love you."

Feyre's head snaps up, and she bares her teeth at him. "Take me back to Tamlin," she demands, and the tears that prick her eyes now are pain indeed.

"As you wish," Rhys says smoothly, and the chains vanish as he helps her to her feet. "To the map room," he announces, and escorts her fro the throne room.

As they cross into the shadowed hall, Rhys's arm tightens about her waist, and Feyre leans into him. Just a little.

I didn't know you could do that with your shadows, she says in his mind. The tone is light but her voice shakes, even in his head. Maybe they can come with me to the Spring Court.

I'd much rather you just come home, my love, Rhys replies.

Soon, Feyre tells him. Sooner than you'll even know.

And yet not soon enough, Rhys says mildly. Then quicker than she can tell him not to, Rhys leans in and nips her ear, just once before they enter the map room and Feyre slips her arm through Tamlin's.

"Alright, alright, you've said your piece, seen the maps, and I've given back your lady love," Rhys says to the Spring Lord. He bares his teeth suddenly, and his eyes blaze with blackest fire.

"Now get the fuck out of my court."

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take care of yourself/ s. stilinksi

pairing: stiles stilinksi x reader

warnings: angst and defeat

summary: the group is searching for their parents and y/n is a psychic and agreed to help them after draining her battery. will she pull through?

prompts: “i’m... trying. i’m trying.” “how long has it been since you slept?”

gif not mine!!

you were nervous for tonight. with everything going on recently, you never had time to put your head down which meant constant use of your powers. you wanted to close your eyes so badly when driving with stiles in his jeep, but you maintained your consciousness for a bit longer.

“we think we may have found something, anything really but we don’t know if it’s worthy,” stiles sighed as he clutched onto the wheel. “what do you think?” he asked you as he looked over for a second.

you were staring out the window, spacing out fight hard with the migraine that pounded your head. your hand was tucked under your chin as you forced your eyes to stay open.

“y/n.” stiles’s hand placed on your shoulder, this catching you off guard causing you to jump. you shook your head as you blinked hard.

“yeah what’s up?” you asked in a hoarse voice as you looked up at stiles.

“i was asking if you understood the plan and if the information we found would be worthy.” he restated to you. did stiles voice always echo loudly in your head?

“yeah. uh i think so.” you nodded softly.

stiles nods in response not focusing on your current state due to the constant worry of the safely of his last parent.

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once they got to the station with everyone around the table of evidence they have collected throughout the day.

“y/n here’s all the things to locate our parents.” scott heaved with an anxious breath. “this enough?” he asked.

you felt the room twirl and the voices around you echo loudly in your mind. “y-yeah i think so.” you answer with hesitation.

you grab the objects they provided on the ground as you tried to feel the energy of them but your mind was too tired to concentrate.

you force yourself to try to feel them but your migraine grew worse. you felt like crying out in pain but held it in.

“y/n!,” you suddenly hear. “why aren’t your doing anything? this not enough?” scott asked you as you felt sweat drip down your cold neck.

“i’m... i’m trying. i’m trying...” you whisper as you felt tear drops falling down you quickly wipe them off to avoid anyone asking.

but stiles noticed them and stopped leaning against the table. “y/n...” he started

“no i can do this! i can do this...” you yell out. you took a deep breath in and out as you tried again.

you looked at the objects in front of you and noticed the sheriff badge that belongs to stiles’s dad. you take it into your hand and felt the cold metal badge in your palm. closing your eyes you felt the energy that slowly admitted from the cold star.

you were so close to finding them. so close, it felt like inches away from his dad. but instead you were snapped out of your trance by stiles.

“stiles! stop i’m close i can do it!” you push him away trying to concentrate but everyone pulled you away as you stopped and looked around. your head felt like a bomb about to go off as you notice the worried and concerned faces on everyone.

“y/n...” stiles panted frantically. you frowned slightly wondering why everyone was so worried. you felt something drip off your chin and onto your hand and the badge you held.

your nose was bleeding profusely. you touched your face and noticed blood coming out of your ears as well as your nose.

“o-oh.” you blinked slowly. you tried to stand up from your spot but instead everything went dark and you just felt your body hit the floor as everyone yelled out your name. 

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you woke up with your body in unimaginable pain. you sat up as you felt your body ache as you felt sore and worn then before.

“god... my head.” you groaned as you held your head in pain. you try to get off the bed but someone stopped you. your wandering eyes look up at the person and see those familiar honey eyes.

“y/n, you literally passed out on us. sit back down and stay there.” stiles warned you.

“no i have to help you find your dad.” you whisper grumbling barely out.

“y/n,” stiles started. “that was 2 days ago...” he looked down in concern.

you stayed quiet as you tried to find an answer. but instead before you could say anything, stiles asked you a question.

“how long has it been since you slept?”

you didn’t want to answer him but you didn’t want him to worry. so you answered honestly.

“about a week...” you barely let out. you felt his hand on top of your own. you felt tears threatening to spill out with the concern.

“don’t ever do that,” stiles answered seriously “i don’t care what we’re looking for, i never want you to do that to yourself.”

you smiled and hugged him. “thank you stiles.” you held onto him tightly.

“of course.” he whispered into your hair and kissed it and never wanted to let go.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 11 (NSFW) (END)

Ch.1 Ch2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10

If you are curious to know what my version of Alexia looks like, check here

All maids are dismissed from dinner at night.

The doors are kept sealed shut. It is clear whatever the Dimitrescus are discussing is not for ears outside of their family's to overhear.

You are thankful for the windows you have to focus on repairing while they talk. It keeps you from overthinking and that keeps you sane.

Once everything is fixed, the only physical sign of the nightmarish day you had is Cassandra's sickle, still embedded within what is no doubt a priceless painting.

You approach slowly, as though the weapon has a will of its own and can turn right around to finish the job of gutting you. Your fingers close around the leather handle. The first pull does nothing. The blade is so firmly lodged it won't budge an inch.

But you are nothing if not determined.

That is what you busy yourself with until you see a familiar fly come to land on your shoulder. It doesn't cut at your flesh, but it does bite and tug on your shirt. You understand the silent command to follow.

The insect leads you to the dining room. The table is cleaned, but the daughters are all still there, talking in hushed tones among themselves, poker faces adorning their expressions.

Three sets of yellowish eyes immediately fall to the sickle in your hand. Bela raises an amused eyebrow. The redhead whistles. "That looks sexy on you~"

"Can't imagine it would look as good in me." You give Cassandra a pointed look as you pull the chair beside her, but she only shrugs and leans back, motioning for you to hand it over.

"No... did you throw it at her?" Daniela guffaws. "And you missed?"

A sour grimace comes from the brunette. "I wasn't trying that hard..."

"What if I hadn't dodged?" you ask.

"...well. It's good that you did." Cassandra looks down at her manicured nails, as apologetic as she'll let herself be in front of her sisters.

"Do I want to know what was hit instead of Alexia?" Bela carefully asks.

"You really don't." Cassandra shakes her head and they leave it at that for both their sake.

"So." Bela speaks up after a brief moment of silence. "After our discussion with mother, we are to inform you that you're free to come and go from the castle as you please. Cassandra's key is as much hers as it is yours, now. But. Should any other maid escape using it or learn of our weakness, we'll have to do something nobody here wants."

"We'll have to brutally murder you to make an example. And whoever knows." Daniela cuts in and Cassandra gives her a glare. You aren’t looking forward to learning what their interpretation of the word ‘brutal’ is like.

"Yeah I... I could have guessed that." you reply.

"But I'm sure you're smart enough to not let that happen." Bela states. "This settles everything, I think."

"Not everything." Cassandra retorts, a shadow around her eyes.

"Cassandra, drop it. You heard what mother said." The blonde's tone grows harsh.

"What did she say, other than what we already knew?" comes the sharp bite back. "Why is she so vague every time one of us asks how we came to be?"

"I'm sure she has a good reason. What does it even matter about before?"

"Because I'm sick of having nightmares about people I don't remember!" Cassandra slams her hands onto the table. Both you and Daniela flinch back a bit.

You could have already guessed Alcina is not their biological mother. But a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place before your eyes now. And this new picture you're starting to see of the Dimitrescu family isn't a pretty one at all.

The tension between the two siblings is enough to electrify the air around the table.

"Did you ever consider it's probably for the best that you never do remember them?" Bela asks, her irritation ice-cold as opposed to Cassandra's sizzling fire. "Maybe there's a reason nightmares are all that's left."

You can see your lover's jaw clench. Cassandra's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists as she sits back down. "Don't you get these flashes? These almost-memories?"

"No." Bela says as she stands to leave. "I don't get them. And even if I did, I don't much care for leftovers."

"Daniela?" Cassandra asks, turning to her younger sister.

"I uh... I gotta go do a... thing. Bye now!" The redhead disperses into a swarm right there, before any more can be said.

Cassandra huffs in an exasperated, 'of course' manner. Only the two of you are left in the gigantic room, but you're not sure if you should speak up. You're not exactly confident in your ability to comfort others, nor can you tell where she and you currently stand. It doesn't look like either of you has the energy for any type of loaded talk.

You need each other, that much is as certain as the sun’s rise and fall.

And that's enough, for now.

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Within the next few days, Cassandra and you take your time gravitating back together.

You let the thought of her ripping you in half slowly bleed away and she probably does the same with the notion of you using her weakness against her.

It starts with little touches, on your shoulder or your hand, as you make plans to spend a night or two in your house at the village once the temperature allows it.

Then one evening she comes to your room complaining about Daniela just like the old times and it feels only natural to rub her back like you used to.

Cassandra leans into you like a purring cat.

"Oh, you're so warm..." she sighs, resting her head atop your shoulder.

Absent-mindedly, you bring your travelling fingers up to her nape, pressing at a tiny knot of tension there with your thumb. A little moan slips past her lips –you're aware of just how close to touching your neck they are– and it hits you straight in the gut. You've missed drawing these sounds out of her.

Cassandra shifts against you and every minuscule brush of her lithe form on yours brings sparks to life. Her finger reaches under your chin to tip it her way.

"If you want us to stop here I need to leave now." she speaks with that impatience in the edges of her voice you recognize well.

"What happens if you stay?" you ask. It's not just your body warming at the thought of keeping her close.

"Don't tempt me, Alexia." Her lower lip just barely traces yours as she says it. "I'm not good at resisting and you know it."

You know it. Maybe that's why you tempt her with another almost-kiss in the first place. You could never deny how badly you wanted her and that certainly hasn't changed.

Cassandra crashes your mouths together hungrily, like she's been left without it for too long and now she can't go another second without having you. Her leg crosses over yours to lift herself into straddling you, two strong thighs bracketing your hips tight.

She's trying, you can tell, to not tear both your clothes off and have what she craves hard and fast and right there.

You keep a smirk to yourself when you slip your tongue into her mouth and unhook the buttons of her outfit extra slow. Her nails press into your shoulders. You refuse to speed up.

"Can you go any faster?" she breathily pants once you trail your lips to her neck.

"I can." you say. And lightly bite her.

She's one step away from ripping your shirt off, you can tell from how her fingers curl on the fabric. So you make the smarter choice and distract her with another little bite where you know she likes it best, just underneath her ear, then guide her clothes off of her.

Cassandra pushes you back into the mattress and kisses you again while her cool hands make short work of your clothes. You let her grind her hips into you for some measure of relief as you continue to suck and nibble on her flushed, sensitive skin. Her hands find purchase on your sheets when she no longer trusts her control to have them on you.

"Will you touch me already?" she growls into your ear. You can feel how badly she needs it from the way she shakes on every caress near her center, but this is your payback for that sickle throw.

"I am." you give her a smirk, then lightly push a fingertip into tight, wet heat to cut off her response.

"Ah. I— fuck Alexia!" You've never heard her curse before. And you can't figure out why it's so sinfully hot. “Oh, yes, darling, there!”

As much as she deserves to be tormented for the fright she gave you, you can hardly contain your own lust when she's moving on top of you like this, calling you ‘darling’ and hers.

Both of you come undone not long after, gripping at each other, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room until she lowers her head over your heart, completely spent.

Your fingers gently comb through her wavy hair. For quite some time, Cassandra looks so relaxed you think she has fallen asleep on you.

Until she lifts her head up and nuzzles your jawline, in a way she probably knows kills you every time she does it. Her teeth trap your earlobe. That spells trouble even before she speaks up:

"You didn't think one round would do it, did you? After all, I have yet to pay you back for sneaking into my room and stealing my key, darling…"

Well.

It turns out you won a battle and started a war that lasts throughout the night. And it's only the first, you're sure, of many to come.

For once in your life, you can't wait for what's next.