#I couldn't take her off my head and now I have actually drawn her

[mila-beedoodling]

Me, didn't post art for more than a month: WELL HELLO CAN I OFFER YOU SOME AKUMATIZED LOVEYBUG?

If you guys haven't checked the tag DO IT, it's full of such beautiful art!!!

[taintedpearls]

❀*ੈ˖°.𖥔 ݁ casual (part ii) — daily click

summary: you haven't spoken to ellie in a week, 43 missed calls and 125 texts from her, none of which you've answered, but ellie doesn't give up so easily.

cw: smut, mdni, intimate sex, the knee thing (e!receiving), shower sex, fingering (r!receiving), switch!ellie and reader, multiple orgasms, nipple play/sucking, fluffy, reader lives in an apartment, ellie is very apologetic. wc: 2.9k

a/n: this was meant to be like 1.6k words so idk how we got to 35 words away from 3k but... enjoy! part one is here

(1:02am) ellie

please let me explain

(1:06am) ellie

cmon please i promise it'll be worth your while

(1:07am) ellie

i have your bra among other things. let me know when you'd like me to drop them off. i'm sorry.

(1:09am) you

guess who texted again

(1:09am) olive

no way

r u gonna reply?

(1:10am) you

absolutely not

i made a fool of myself

(1:11am) olive

maybe and JUST MAYBE

reply to her and get ur closure + super sexy bra back

(1:12am) you

what the fuck olive

do you want me to die? genuine question

(1:12am) olive

LISTEN

it might help

plus she seems genuinely apologetic

why is she even apologising?

(1:14am) you

for being a dick and wanting a quick hookup?

(1:14am) olive

because she has feelings and she knows she fucked up?

(1:15am) you

😐 bye

(1:15am) olive

just reply! say sometime tmrw. it can be easy, a quick in nd out

okay?

(1:16am) you

i'll think about it

(2:03am) you

11:30, you get two minutes

(2:03am) ellie

thank you so much

(2:03am) ellie

i'll be there

nine hours later, and ellie was a mess.

you had given her permission to come over and return your bra – hell you had her jumping for fucking joy when she saw that message.

but now she had to actually talk to you, and what the hell was she supposed to say? that she was sorry? that she 'couldn't sort out her feelings?' all of which felt wrong (maybe they only felt wrong because she was staring at herself in the mirror while repeating them for three hours... who knows).

but ellie had found herself with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and a plan.

a plan to win you back.

she was going to apologize, let you scream at her, and hopefully let her explain, all in the two minutes you had gratefully gifted her.

so, when she rang the doorbell to your apartment after hiking the six story stairs, she found herself staring at her old, beaten up converse. stars and hearts you had drawn all along the sides of the soles almost mocked her.

then you opened the door, and ellie couldn't look up.

useless apologies started spilling from her mouth, panicked words that meant nothing. a collection of "i'm sorry” s and a series of "please let me explain" came pouring out, that was until she grew the gall to look up at you and take you in.

her heart stopped when she did, so did her words.

you looked tired. clearly old yet comfortable clothes adorned your body, you had your arms over your stomach but they weren't crossed, you weren't mad, you could never be mad at ellie, no matter how badly you wanted to be especially in this moment.

words rushed through her head but never made it out her mouth, you were... exhausted. and she caused it, she caused all this pain you were going through. 

“oh…” she softly whispered, her stance faltering at the sight of you, not because you looked like how you did but because she was so mad at herself.

you sigh, you had made no effort to adjust your appearance or put makeup on. you told yourself it was because you had no energy to, but in reality, you wanted to show ellie how you were hurting, that she had caused this, that something fun and sweet had gone sour and at your own expense. 

“ellie, i know i look….” you remove your arms from your stomach and signal to yourself shamefully, tears almost springing from your sunken eyes at the regret you feel for not even trying to fix yourself up, “ but can i please just have my bra back?” you’ve changed your position once again so that you’re leaning up against the doorframe of your apartment, gray sleeves up by your knuckles. 

“no! no no no not at all you look… pretty. really pretty.” she breathes out hurriedly, your cheeks heat up before you spot the bouquet, and that's what makes the tears spill. because why was she here? she had never described you as pretty before, only hot or sexy, so why is she here apologising and calling you pretty if she doesnt just want a quick fuck by validating you? 

tears now evidently filled your eyes, ellie’s kind smile had now turned into one of worry and concern when she saw the tears threatening to spill from your tired eyes, moving forward to embrace you, but she hesitated. will it only make things worse for you? feeling her again? 

“can- can i touch you?” she asks gently, nerves shaking at the chance of you pushing her away for good, telling her she can keep the bra and slamming the door shut in her face. 

instead, you silently shake your head yes and grant her permission to embrace you, it was a stupid idea, really, because everything you felt, all the times she had touched you that you had so desperately been trying to shut out came flooding back and it took everything in you not to sob, the subtle stream of tears gliding down your cheeks was worse enough. you avoided her sorrowful eyes, you didn't want her to feel sorry for you, you just wanted her. 

ellie lets go of you, she’s still standing at the doorway, converse planted firmly on your ‘welcome!’ doormat, she delicately reaches to hold your cheeks and force your wandering eyes to look into her own, staring for a second, memorizing your face just in case before looping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you inside, closing the door behind the two of you with her foot, not looking back once. 

you can feel the flowers gently brush against your shoulder as she never put them in her other hand, but the feeling of them is oddly comforting. you're not sure why exactly it’s comforting, but you do however manage to notice they're your favorite. 

ellie guides you over to a kitchen counter, sitting you up on it and standing right in between your open spread legs, placing the array of flowers opposite to the two of you. you bury your head in your hands, wanting to disappear from this moment and never return. 

“hey…” she gently prys your hands away from your head, and you immediately look up to contain tears, trying your hardest nor to hit the cabinets. “i'm sorry for just welcoming myself in, i assumed you didn't want the neighbors to see you…” the auburn haired girl uneasily babbles, and the tears slow down. you sniffle, looking down at the girl who can’t seem to slow her fast paced talking, and you're not sure how to quiet her down other than placing a hand over her mouth. 

instantly, the talking stops as she looks up at you confused, you sniffle once more and she grabs your hand again to remove it from her mouth 

“you were talking a lot,” you whisper “its okay that you came in, ellie.” your voice is silky, addicting. 

“i just-” she sighs, anxiously tapping the space outside your thighs and staring at her own hands “i don’t know how i can express just how sorry i am, i fucked up. Bad. and your hurting because of it” she spills, shes not even sure if it made sense as it left her mouth, but it’s honest. 

“ellie… it was always more than just a casual thing to me,” you admit, voice getting shallower by the second “and i mean, i don’t know, i always just assumed if i kept saying i was fine with it you would realize that i was who you wanted, but now i know it isn’t true.” ellie’s face drops upon hearing your words, alarms blare in her head because of course it was never just casual to her as well, she’s not even sure why she suggested it in the first place or kept reinforcing it when she wanted everything but that. 

“i know,” she starts off with, you look down sadly, this was confirmation she didn't want to see you anymore, that you getting attached had ruined everything and there was no saving whatever you two had. “but,” she continues, you look up at her again, confused. “It was never just casual to me as well, you know? i’m not even sure why i suggested it in the first place.” she lets out a brief chuckle at the last part in hopes of clearing some of the tension around you guys. 

“but you-” 

“i know i always reminded you, i think it was because i was scared? i was so… infatuated with you and i guess i didn’t want to hurt you. i thought it was the only way.” she remorsefully confesses, and you smile, roles reversed as you gracefully grab her face and kiss her. a kiss that says everything. 

it's soft, gentle, show’s no urgency or panic. it’s natural, and ellie can feel you smiling into it, as is she. 

gently, she moves away and starts kissing down your neck, you lock your hands into her auburn and let out a sigh of content. 

“ellie…” you needily whisper. 

“yeah, baby?” she removes her mouth from your neck, grabbing your thighs and looking into your eyes. “this okay?”

“more than okay,” you confirm, “do you wanna shower with me?” your request is simple, but it makes ellie’s heart explode with excitement as she lifts you off the counter and begins to carry you over to the very familiar shower, the short walk is full of quick kisses and giggles bouncing off the walls when you finally arrive and she nearly stumbles over her own feet. 

you're quick to discard your own clothes, the anticipation building to feel ellie’s skin on your own, the girls anticipation matching yours as she hastily removes her own clothing. Flowers and bra forgotten in the kitchen when she pulls your body into the shower with her, capturing you into a needy kiss once more. she reaches behind you to turn the water on, not accounting for the fact it'll take a minute to warm up and allowing the freezing stream to harshly hit your back. you yelp, moving away quickly in shock, hearing ellie’s restrained snort from behind you. turning to face her, you slap her bicep playfully when the water begins to feel warmer 

“ellie!” you playfully scold, “that wasn't funny!” you’re trying to be serious, key word: trying, but you cant help to let your own laugh slip past your mouth as you join her in the fun. 

“‘m sorry!” she giggles, the laughter between you two dying down “i didn't think it would be that cold!” 

“yeah, well, obviously!” you attempt to splash her with the little bit of remaining cold water on your hands, but you're not quick enough. she pins your hands above your head against the wall adjacent to the stream of water, the glass becoming foggy with steam from the nearly boiling water. 

silence falls in between the two of you. no words are spoken as you move forwards wanting a kiss from the girl, but she moves back. deja vu spikes within you from that night at the bar, days before everything went down. 

she closes her eyes, leaning closer and pressing her forehead up against yours. You repeat the action, you weren't sure what she was doing, but you trusted her. 

“let’s take this slow, okay?” she utters softly, just loud enough so you could hear her over the sound of water pouring, you nod instantly. slow was good. slow meant effort.

with your agreement, she locks your lips into a kiss once again. it wasn't hasty or rough, it was soothing and steady, releasing your arms in order for her to move her own to rest on your hips, your own reaching towards her neck. 

the kiss continuous for a couple minutes, only letting go for a couple seconds at a time to catch your breaths before falling back into each other peacefully, but you were getting wetter and wetter, desperate for more than just kitten kisses on your neck, and you could tell ellie was getting wet too with her movements becoming more and more desperate and rough. 

discreetly, you slot your knee in between her legs while she's occupied with your neck. Almost immediately you can feel the grip she has on your hips become tighter, fingernails digging into the flesh as you slowly begin to move your knee, she groans, dropping her head into your shoulder, moving her hips to match the rhythm with your knee. 

“faster, please” she whimpers in your neck, busying herself again by leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your neck once more. who were you to deny such a pretty girl's request? you speed up the movement of your knee, nudging it up every now and again, removing a hand from her neck to reach down and slowly rub her clit. 

from the way she sucked harder on that spot just below your ear she knew you loved, you assumed the sensation was taken well, your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs, mixing with the water from the muffled noises she was making alone. eventually, the stimulation caught up to her, legs becoming shaky, speeding up your movements and circling her clit, forcefully removing her mouth from your neck so you could bring your head down and suck on her left nipple, and that was her tipping point. 

ellie came undone on your leg with a strangled shout of your name, legs shaking and thighs hurting as you slowed down the circles on her now sensitive nub before eventually stopping, removing the knee slotted between her legs as well as your mouth from her tit. 

“you okay?” you whisper, giving her a couple seconds to come down from her high, the water providing a warm comfort over the two of you. 

“yeah,” she breathes, coming up to give you a kiss on the lips, again, and again, making a wet noise each time, only further fueling your need for her. “more than okay, thank you.”

you smile at her, happy that she was satisfied with your work. you clench your thighs together in hopes to relieve some of the tension that had built up in your core, a move that did not go unnoticed by the dripping girl in front of you. 

“but now i think i need to take care of you, hm? would you like that?” you quickly nod your head yes, anxious to feel her touch on you once more. 

she doesn't wait to get to work on your body, lips going down to suck one of your boobs while her hand moves to roll the sensitive bud in between her fingers, almost instantly eliciting a moan from you.

quietly, she moves her hand that was previously rolling your nipple down your wet body to your core. you open your legs, she keeps her mouth on your boob, but teasing your folds as she ran her fingers through them and pinching your clit ever so slightly, causing you to squel. 

“ellie.. please…” you almost beg, desperate to feel her skilled fingers inside you already.

she presses her palm flat against your clit, ignoring your begs but making you jerk back into the ceramic wall as a small whimper falls from your mouth, ellie smirks knowing just how much of an effect she had on you. she wasn't leaving you ever again. 

lazily, she slips her middle finger into your hole, removing her mouth from your tit. the shower and your own slick providing enough lube that she didn't even have to prod at it. 

“jesus babe… you're so tight” you clench around her finger at these words, and she mindlessly adds a second one. your hands move from her neck to the steaming glass beside you, indenting your handprint through the fog as you lose control over your own body's movements. 

gradually, she begins pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, lewd and shameless moans leaving your mouth at an uncontrollable pace. she moves her thumb to your clit, pushing into it and causing as much pressure as possible, and it's not long before you cum with a yell of her name, babbling nonsense as she guides you through it. head in her neck as is hers in yours. 

“‘m so sorry” ellie continuously repeats as her fingers still work at a relentless pace inside you “i'm so so sorry, ill never do that to you again.” she moves up and bites your earlobe, continuing to pilot you through your orgasm before halting her movements completely and removing herself from your body. 

you lean back against the wall, eyes closed in content as you feel the droplets of water hit your skin, your water bill is gonna be so fucking high this month, all ellie does it look at you. admiring you in this post fucked out state. you reach your hand out, a silent request for her to take it and she does, right after turning off the stream for you. 

“that was… amazing.” you breathe out happily, she beams at the peaceful look on your face as you peel your eyes open, ellie's smile making you crack your own. 

“i'm glad,” she kisses you once more, the two of you smiling into it. 

“we’re okay?” she asks 

“we’re okay.” you confirm, and ellie has never been happier 

“how about we continue this in the bedroom?” ellie suggests, and you grab her instantly to lead her out. 

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[fkinkindagauche]

How You Turn My World, You Precious Thing

Written for @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt - "Where in the hell did you find that costume??"

Rating: Explicit | WC: 2,271 | CW: None | Tags: Getting Together, Blow Jobs, Coming in Pants, Steve Harrington's Bisexual Crisis (brought to you by David Bowie)

Title is of course from "Within You" by David Bowie from the Labyrinth soundtrack.

"I don't understand why you're doing a couples costume with Eddie," Steve said, a look of disgust on his face. "Am I not your platonic soulmate? Have I been replaced?"

Robin sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. "For the last time, Steve, I just wasn't interested in any of your costume ideas, and I was interested in Eddie's."

"So, to be clear, you discarded the idea of going as Goose to my Maverick to go as the moody teen to Eddie's David Bowie from a children's movie?" Steve asked, hands on his hips.

"You haven't even seen Labyrinth, dingus, don't sound so unimpressed," Robin replied. "Eddie put together a pretty great costume. And my costume was a lot cheaper to put together than a believable Goose costume would be."

"Yeah, because it just looks like something you would wear, only you have a hideous black wig on," Steve said, giving her a once-over. "Sometimes I doubt your commitment to our soulmateship."

He wasn't going to let this go. They'd all gotten close in the months since the worst spring break on record. He even hung out with Eddie on his own sometimes. But that didn't make the knee-jerk friendvy reaction any less jarring. (Robin had told him "friendvy" just sounded stupid, but he preferred to consider it an adorable and genius portmanteau of "friend" and "envy").

Robin sighed as they pulled up to Vickie's house. She was hosting a Halloween party, mostly for theater and band geeks, but Steve hadn't exactly gotten any other invites so he agreed to come. Any chance he could take to bust out his highly flattering Maverick costume in an attempt to get laid.

"I think you're actually really gonna like Eddie's costume," Robin said, giving Steve a significant look as they walked toward the house.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked sharply.

She shrugged. "I saw the looks you were giving him when we went to the Hideout last weekend."

Steve spluttered, blushing. He'd been avidly avoiding acknowledging his nascent attraction to Eddie to himself in his own mind, and he certainly wasn't ready to talk about it with Robin. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm here for one purpose only - boobies."

Robin groaned and smacked him on the arm. "You're disgusting," she said.

"Would you prefer breasts? Knockers? Bosoms? Jugs? Tits?" He rattled them off so quickly she couldn't get a word in between them.

"Jesus, Steven, stop it," she said, shoving him harder. "I can't take you anywhere."

Steve graciously left off his litany of boob euphemisms once they got inside, Robin scanning the crowd.

"Eddie!" she yelled, walking over to a corner where a man with long, spiky blonde hair was standing, wearing incredibly tight pants with knee-high boots, and a ruffled shirt under a black vest.

Steve looked around for a few moments, searching for Eddie, until Robin approached the corner and pulled the blonde man into a side hug. He turned, and Steve let out a shocked gasp, realizing it was Eddie.

"Where in the hell did you find that costume?" Steve asked, mouth hanging open as he took in Eddie's elaborate make-up to go along with the clothes. "And where's your real hair?"

Eddie threw back his head and laughed, baring the long line of his neck, now draped with multiple necklaces. Steve swallowed hard, eyes drawn to the light dusting of chest hair he could see in the ample amount of chest exposed by the open neck of the shirt.

"Is that vest supposed to look like a corset?" Steve asked, enthralled as he reached out a hand to touch it, feeling the warmth of Eddie's skin through the fabric. His eyes tracked further down, to the obvious bulge he could see in Eddie's tight pants. "I thought this was a children's movie!" He knew he was blushing, could feel the heat in his face.

Eddie locked eyes with him when he finally looked back up, smirking. "Eyes up here, big boy," Eddie said. Steve's face grew even redder, and he wanted to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor and never look at Eddie again.

Steve felt his dick stir in his pants at the thought of Eddie's cock, right there in front of him, practically on display. He couldn't manage to get any words out, just kept staring at Eddie with his mouth open.

"Everything okay there, Harrington?" Eddie asked, smirk changing to a look of confusion. Robin was looking at Steve with something like glee on her face.

"I need to… use the bathroom," Steve managed to get out, turning away from them and pushing through the crush of people to a hallway. He managed to find an open bathroom and slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him as he slid to the floor against it.

He put his head in his shaking hands, trying to slow his racing heart. He couldn't really deny it anymore. He was attracted to Eddie. He'd never been attracted to a man before, bar that one fleeting moment in the shower with Billy Hargrove, when he'd been simultaneously aroused and infuriated.

But Eddie - he was something else entirely. Steve was finally admitting to himself , here on this bathroom floor, that he was physically attracted to Eddie. He'd known for a long time that he loved his smile, and his laugh, and his self-deprecating humor, and his willingness to help any of his friends, whatever they needed. Now he was finally acknowledging a physical attraction, and he was fucking terrified.

A knock on the door interrupted his spiral.

"Steve? You in there?" Eddie's voice asked.

"Can you send Robin in?" Steve asked pathetically.

There was an awkward pause. "Um. She said she had something she needed to do and that I should go check on you. I don't know where she is."

Fucking typical. Robin was trying to play cupid in the midst of his bisexual crisis.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked when he got no response from Steve. "You sick or something? Can I come in and help?"

Of course he wanted to help. Saint fucking Eddie.

"I'm fine," Steve said, sighing. "Go away."

"You don't sound fine, man," Eddie replied. "Fucking wait a minute okay?" Eddie yelled, probably to someone in the hall. "Steve, let me in," Eddie said in a lower voice.

Steve stood and opened the door. Eddie came in and shut the door behind him, locking it again.

"You gonna puke?" Eddie asked. "You and Robin must've been going hard before you got here."

Steve looked at Eddie again, with his delectable wispy chest hair and his stupidly beautiful smile and the sizable bulge in his pants. Steve made an impulsive decision, the only kind he seemed capable of making these days. He put both hands on Eddie's chest and pushed him so his back was against the door, then leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn't that different from kissing a girl. He could feel the beginning of Eddie's stubble coming in, scratching lightly against his chin, but his lips were just as soft and warm as a girl's. Eddie gasped into his mouth, tensing up for a moment before relaxing against Steve, kissing him back.

Steve tentatively licked over Eddie's lower lip, and Eddie opened his mouth, allowing Steve's tongue inside. Steve slowly licked into his mouth, tangling his own tongue with Eddie's, moving to explore the roof of his mouth, the sides of his teeth. He pushed a hand into Eddie's ridiculous wig, pulling it askew, as Eddie wrapped his hands around Steve's hips and pulled him more firmly against himself.

Steve could feel Eddie's cock now, hard against his thigh. He slotted a leg between Eddie's thighs and pushed up. Eddie groaned into his mouth and pressed down onto Steve's leg as Steve moved his thigh back and forth, rubbing. Steve was sure Eddie could feel his own cock now, straining against the confines of his jumpsuit.

Steve's hips involuntarily bucked up into Eddie's hip, seeking friction. Eddie's tongue was meeting his in a ferocious clash, both of them vying for control of the kiss. Steve broke off first, trailing his lips down Eddie's neck, to the vee in his shirt. He bit the skin there as one of Eddie's hands came up to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging.

Steve sucked a bruise into Eddie's skin next to his tattoo, one that would be visible when they returned to the party. Eddie was panting above him, still grinding his cock down onto Steve's thigh, when Steve dropped to his knees.

His absolute favorite thing to do with women was give head. He felt a sudden urge to see if that was the same with men. He looked up at Eddie, who was staring down at him with a shocked look on his face, one hand still fisted in Steve's hair. His wig was askew, tendrils of his curly brown hair escaping around the sides, and his makeup was smudged from their frantic kissing. Steve had never seen anyone more beautiful.

Steve tugged lightly at Eddie's pants, giving him ample opportunity to push Steve away. He didn't push Steve away, so Steve pulled harder, bringing the skin-tight leggings down. As Steve had suspected, he wasn't wearing underwear beneath them, and his cock sprang free, hard and huge.

Steve had always thought himself well-endowed, compared himself to the other guys in the locker room and found himself above average. But Eddie was in a whole other league.

Steve's mouth dropped open as he considered that he may have made a huge mistake. How was it even going to fit? He took a deep breath, psyching himself up, then bent to lick a bead of precum off the head.

Eddie thrust his hips up minutely, clearly struggling hard to keep himself under control, and let out a breathy gasp. The hand in Steve's hair tightened as Steve licked around the head, taking just the tip into his mouth. He held the base of Eddie's cock in one hand, like he remembered girls doing with his, as he slowly sank further.

Steve pressed his tongue against the underside of Eddie's cock as he began to move his mouth up and down. He was only getting about a quarter of his cock into his mouth, but Eddie seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, if the increasing amounts of precum he could taste were any indication.

"Fuck, Steve," Eddie said as Steve hollowed his cheeks out to provide more suction. Eddie was making little breathy noises, like aborted moans, and Steve could feel the strain in his hips as he tried not to fuck into Steve's mouth.

The weight of Eddie's cock on his tongue combined with his musky scent and the noises he was making were enough to have Steve's cock aching. He started to cup himself with his free hand, pressing his palm into his cock and rubbing as he sucked Eddie off.

Just as his jaw was beginning to ache, Eddie seemed to lose control of his hips, starting to thrust into Steve's mouth a little. "'M gonna come soon, Stevie," Eddie said between breaths. "Might want to vacate the area."

Steve snorted back a laugh, pulling off to say, "Come in my mouth."

Eddie thumped his head back into the door and groaned. "Fucking shit," he said under his breath as Steve took his cock back in his mouth.

Steve started to press his palm harder into his own cock as he bobbed his head on Eddie's, spit slicking his hand now and making it easier to stroke the length of Eddie's shaft that wasn't in his mouth. Steve could feel his own orgasm building, spurred on by the moans falling from Eddie's mouth.

As he felt the first hot spurts of Eddie's cum in his mouth, he rubbed frantically over his own cock, bringing himself to orgasm as he swallowed every drop of Eddie's cum. Steve continued to suck long after their orgasms were finished, enjoying the feel of Eddie's cock softening in his mouth.

Eventually, Eddie tugged at his hair, and Steve finally let his cock slide out of his mouth. He wiped a bit of cum or spit off the side of his mouth and looked up at Eddie.

"If I'd known dressing up as David Bowie would get Steve Harrington on his knees I would have done it a long time ago," Eddie said, pulling Steve up to stand. He reached for the zipper on Steve's jumpsuit, but Steve stilled his hand before he could start to undo it.

"Not going to let me reciprocate?" Eddie asked, looking a little hurt. "Was it just a little experiment for you?"

Steve shook his head vigorously. He grabbed Eddie's hand and moved it down to the wet spot spreading near his cock. "Not at all. Got a little carried away."

Eddie's eyebrows shot up. "You came in your adorable little jumpsuit while you blew me?"

Steve nodded, blushing.

"Fuck, you're unreal. I'm dressing up as Bowie every day," Eddie said.

Someone banged on the door, startling them, and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing in there? Some of us have to piss!"

"Shit. I didn't even get to see you naked," Eddie said, pouting.

"Next time," Steve said, reaching for the door as Eddie pulled up his pants.

"There's gonna be a next time?" Eddie said, eyes twinkling like a kid on Christmas morning.

"There's gonna be a whole lot of next times," Steve said, opening the door.

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[authorhjk1]

Surviving NNN

Part Six: Lost

Karina rests her head against the shower wall. The warm water hits her back and shoulders, before cascading down her frame. She presses her cheek against the cold tiles as she tries to make herself climax. Her right hand is inbetween her legs, while the left is planted against the wall.

She was in a constant state of horniness throughout this month, knowing that her boyfriend is living together with three of her friends. Karina tried not to touch herself, but she has finally reached her braking point. And what broke her? As you expected, the song about your night together makes Karina's eyes roll to the back of her head as she gets herself off in the hotel room shower.

Her moans are not audible underneath the shower. But her shaking body is more evidence one needs to figure out what's going on. Your mini album just came out. Because it's a small one and not long after your last comeback, there is no MV. Partially because it would be weird to shoot one, if the woman in it is not Karina.

As soon as she heard the song, your girlfriend couldn't help herself any longer. She missed your touch over the last weeks, her mind drawn to you whenever she is not completely busy.

Karina cums on her own fingers, thinking about that night. Thinking about the three girls that are with you. Thinking about the first day of December.

Two days before:

You look at Minju, at the screen of your TV, and back to Minju.

"What is going on?"

You swear you have never seen her cheeks turn this pink. Her eyes are darker than usual, while they avoid your gaze. Her right hand is underneath a blanket, while her left is playing nervously with its hem.

"This-This is not what it looks like."

She closes her eyes, knowing you wouldn't belive her. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She was supposed to seduce you. Not get caught by you, while having half of your TV remote stuffed inside her needy snatch.

"I-I just got myself a glass of water and stopped the video. I was about to play it now."

"But why are you watching my stuff?"

She does look suspicious to you.

"I just watched Dreamcatcher's new comeback and this was next on the algorithm."

"Oh, alright."

You play dumb, knowing what's going on. There is no way that a performance video of yours is played right after Dreamcatcher's new MV. And Minju's hand underneath the blanket must be doing more than just holding the remote. But you let her be, flattered that she is actually getting off to you. You don't confront her, kmowing that it might lead to your own downfall.

Present:

Unbeknownst to you, two of the four girls have already failed the challenge. Chaewon and Karina. Minju got interrupted by you and got back to her senses. Yena has been holding out quite well so far. Until she blindly walks into your room.

Iit is night and Yena confused your door with hers as she came back from the bathroom. She is now standing in the doorframe, looking at you sleeping. You must have thrown off your blanket in the middle of the night, since its lying right next to you. Yena is enjoying the view of your mostly naked body, before she catches herself staring.

She shakes her head, dismissing the idea that just creeped into her mind. She is about to turn around, when she hears you groan quietly in your sleep. The deep sound makes Yena stay. She has been trying to resist her need for release since you let her listen to your songs.

She doesn't move for a couple of moments, thinking about what she should do.

Oh fuck it. Might as well try.

Yena slowly walks towards your bed, before kneeling onto the edge. She does her best to not touch your legs as she scoots closer towards your core. Her eyes are on your underwear, the outlines of your cock barely visible under the moonlight.

She licks her lips, before trying to take off your boxers. Which isn't as easy as it seems, since you don't move your hips. The only thing Yena can do is pull down your waistband.

Her eyes grow wide when she sees your cock in real life. Karina's picture was nice and all. But up close your cock looks even better. Bigger.

She hesistantly gives your tip a kiss, testing the waters. When she sees no reaction, Yena opens, her mouth, ready to suck your cock. Her lips wrap around your tip, both of her hands slightly pulling your waistband down. Yena closes her eyes as she relishes in the feeling of your cock in her mouth. This might be cheating. But if she can make you cum like this... Her lips form a smile around your dick as she starts to slowly bob her head.

The new sensation of Yena's blowjob changes up your dreams a little. It makes them more sexual. You start to dream of the three girls,giving you head, as Karina rides your face. Unbeknownst to you, the wetness you feel around your cock is real.

Until Yena stops. Her hair keeps getting in the way. She lets your cock slip out of her mouth, letting it fall onto your stomach. She slowly lets go of your boxers, before reaching for her wrist. She takes off the hair band, before starting to put her pink hair into a poytail. She licks her lips as she ties her hair back.

After tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Yena gets right back at it. Like before, she pulls down the waistband of your boxers with two hands. Her mouth kisses along the length of your shaft, before she takes it into her mouth, lifting your cock off your stomach. She tries to stay silent as she continues her work, but can't help an occasional hum.

Her eyes grow wide when she hears footsteps behind her. Yena is unable to turn her head, without letting your cock fall out, so she doesn't see who it is. But when she sees a hand wrap around the lower half of your shaft, she hears Chaewon's voice in her ear.

"Let me have a taste, you slut."

Yena slightly shakes her head, Your cock still inside her mouth. It makes you move, the dream you are having becoming hotter and hotter. The two girls hold their breath, hoping you didn't wake up.

"You have to share."

Chaewon whines, trying to get Yena off your cock. At this rate she might make you cum in your sleep. But that doesn't count, right? She tries to push the older girl away. Yena stands her ground, but Chaewon doesn't give up. Instead of pushing her away, she starts to kiss the lower half of your cock.

Although competing, the two girls work in tandem. When Yena takes more into her mouth, Chaewon kisses towards your base. When Yena almost lets your tip fall out of her mouth, Chaewon kisses upwards, as far as she is able to go.

The two girls suddenly hear a thud in the living room. Their eyes grow wide. Not wanting to get caught, they silently jump off your bed. Yena closes the door behind her, before the two girls run back to their room.

The sound of the door closing makes you stir awake. You had a great dream. You suddenly feel kinda odd. Your cock feels...wet. What the hell? Was the dream too good? Did you actually cum in your sleep?

You get out of the bed as you feel the urge to use the bathroom. The watermelon right before bed was a bad idea.

Walking through the living room, you stop as your gaze finds Minju, lying on the mattress.

Her blanket is only covering the upper part of her body, which is good for your attempt to last through this month, because you don't see a bra srap on Minju's shoulders.

But her lower half pushes you close nonetheless. She isn't wering pajamas. Only a red, high waisted thong is covering her center. Her cheeks aren't covered at all and you have to use all your discipline to not reach down and take a handful. The waistband is covered with small sparkling stones. You can only read a couple of letters, but realize that it says "Victoria Secret". Karina has one or two of those. You never really expected Minji to wear stuff like this. She always struck you as an innocent, coy girl.

As soon as you shut the bathroom door behind you, Minju starts to move. How did this not work? How are you able to walk past her after not nutting for almost a whole month? Minju grows frustrated with you and herself, ready to use her last option.

She doesn't even think about the possibility that you would never cheat on Karina. She turns around, now lying on her back. She doesn't want to make it too obvious, because that might lead to the wrong reaction on your part. Minju decides to keep her top half covered. But she furiously starts to rub her clit over her panties. Her goal? To create a big wet spot on her panties, before you come back out.

When she hears you use the sink, she feels the wet fabric over her pussy. It was almost too easy to make herself wet and almost too hard to stop. The excitment of the chance to get to fuck you in the next couple of minutes makes Minju sigh. She closes her eyes again as she sees the light in the bathroom turn off.

You step out of the room, seeing Minju now lying on her back. Even with barely any light at all, the wet spot on her thong is visible. You grow hard at the sight. It would be too easy to...

You shake your head. You would never cheat on Karina.

Minju hears you leaving. Without thinking, she starts to whisper.

"Oh, oppa. That feels so good."

Your heart stops as you turn around. Minju's brows are furrowed as she rubs her thighs together.

"How do you even fit in me?"

Another moan makes you even harder. You step forward. Your mind on the edge of breaking.

You have held out for almost a month without cuming now. You have a feeling that the three girls keep trying to make you fail. Or even try to get you to fuck them. Does Karina know about this? Did she plan this? That ridiculous thought enters your head. No way. Karina would never want to see you with another woman. Right? She never talked about something like this.

And here you are. Now towering over Minju as the young woman pretends to have a wet dream about you. Her occasional moans make you want to pound her hard.

"Inside of me. Breed me."

[pepperf]

Genuinely can't decide if the writers intended the Five and Lila relationship to be toxic, or if that's just their idea of romance - just like Rochester, Heathcliff, Darcy, and that dude from Twilight, right???

Okay, let's have a readmore. Note tags, ppl, and curate your experience.

Lila has a relatively sensible approach to relationships, which is consistent, despite her somewhat Machiavellian approach to getting what she wants out of them - she put Diego in his place about having realistic expectations back in s3. She's pretty clear about who she is and where her lines are drawn, and is "weirdly self-actualised", according to Klaus. And Five - romantically inexperienced, thinks everyone should do what he says at all times - tries to impose his notion of How This Should Go onto her, from nearly the start of their brief romance, but leaning hard into it once it starts going sour - which also checks out: he was alone for 45 years and his previous relationship was all in his head, giving him full control, so that's what he's used to. But I couldn't tell if they genuinely intended to show it as him being incredibly selfish in prioritising his feelings over her wishes, or if they honestly thought it was romantic. I mean, the barbed wire-style bracelet is a little on the nose, and there's some symbolism that I'll get into in a sec. Truthfully, I'm not inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt - I think SB at least thought it was hot, judging by what he's said about identifying with Five, and about how he finally gets to have a romance. This seems to have been his pet project for the season, blergh.

It's that tedious old misogynist chestnut, that all women secretly want A Man to take control. It's frustrating, because they already established that Lila likes to be in charge, she wants to be free to make her own choices, she'd already had twenty-plus years of being told what to think and do. And yet she has to remind Five, who really ought to know her better by now, "You do not get to decide what I do with my life!" It's also very disconnected from reality. It's not actually fun or sexy to be gaslighted, to be lied to by some insecure asshole who thinks they know better about what's good for you, that they have a right to stick their nose into your personal relationships or keep you away from your kids. Not cool, Five, not cool. He's lucky she didn't kick him in the nuts on the way out. But another reason I think they didn't do this consciously is that Five doesn't seem to realise his assholery - there's no hint that he's regretting anything other than being dumped.

Lila was trapped for seven years in an intense, claustrophobic situation with Five - and if they'd continued to exist, she could have worked through the feelings that come out of that. Like Ritu said, of course there's going to be love there: they've spent seven years together, on the run. If nothing else, it would be a matter of survival - either you find a way to get along, or you kill each other. And they went in with a fair amount in common already (although being adopted by the Handler at age four is not at all the same as being recruited by her at age fifty-something). So I'm annoyed that Lila's whole arc this season is one of frustration about having to be the grown up in her relationship, taking a break to reassess, going off to do something a bit crazy and fun - and promptly getting stranded with someone considerably less emotionally competent.

Okay, I'm being somewhat harsh - Lila unexpectedly getting the timeout she wanted could've been a decent storyline, she could have some time to reflect, live the child-free life without consequences, and have some adventures (she actively enjoys danger!). And she and Five got to bond, that had lots of interesting potential, especially with their complicated history. But it tipped over from being a potential opportunity into an immensely over the top punishment for her impulsivity, and took them so far from where they'd started that there's a total emotional disconnect with the main story. Which is a fucking weird choice for one episode in such a short season, ngl.

And then, ugh, she's right back to dealing with the apocalypse, visibly thrown by a Diego who has unexpectedly thought about what she said and is trying to be a better husband, and dealing with a Five who has decided to get territorial. It's deeply uncomfortable, Five is gearing up to start trouble, so wrapped up in his own hurt feelings that he's functionally useless for the actual problem in front of them - leaving Lila to deal with the mess he creates, and then leverage said feelings to get him to put on his big boy pants and help. She still reaches out to him in the end, I think she knows him well enough by this point to understand what makes him tick...and she's having to be the sensible one up to the end of her existence. Can't she have someone who's willing to meet her halfway? The reflecting that Diego did, him making a start on making amends (given that it was only a few hours for him, that's about as much as they could squeeze in) was basically just wasted. They start to reconnect at the end, and mutually apologise for the damage they've done - but that's all they get, and it's a travesty.

Personally I think the whole storyline should have been cut, but if - if - they really felt it added something, they could have given it some time in the real world, see how this shaky new romance holds up against a serious relationship that's been massively fractured. In a different show, that might have been a fine story. But they don't do that. Whatever she might have wanted, Lila doesn't get time to even think about her choices. She gets to stop existing. (Or they could just have not gone there in the first place, god I hate love triangle plotlines, they do no favours for anyone involved!)

Given a continued existence in which to do so, I'm sure Five would have moved on pretty quickly. It's his first romance with a real person, he feels it intensely - but once the dust settled, he'd see that they were in very different emotional places (she wanted to get back to her family, the break from reality is way overdue to end - and he wanted to stay in their little bubble and leave all that behind). The actual romance part was actually pretty brief, and lacking in any deep communication - as Lila says, it wasn't real. They're playing house in an attempt to feel normal - in a greenhouse (a fragile structure, not a real home), eating strawberries (a treat more than real sustenance), like children...hey, maybe I'm wrong and the writers DID intend to do that, bc that's some choice visual metaphors. And they're playing roles: all their normal antagonism - what made them so fun and sparky in previous seasons, and even during the earlier part of their adventure! - disappears. Lila is a chameleon, taking on a character is her happy place - and this was how Five kept himself going, last time he was in this situation, so he's slipping back into that method of survival (although he's not as good as she is at separating reality from fiction). So while all that is totally understandable, it's insubstantial. If Five had the space to do some self-reflection, or if one of his more rational siblings (Luther maybe, or...um...or a friend, if he can make one...or maybe that dude in the Losers Department at the CIA...) sat down with him and explained that you need to treat a partner as an equal, maybe he could do better next time - or double down and keep being an asshole, that's also a strong possibility.

idk - I still don't honestly think the show intended it that way, unfortunately. I think they shoehorned the characters into the scenes they wanted, regardless of sense or even plot requirement. There are a LOT of badly-explained or badly-thought out moments in this season, and this whole mess just adds to the incoherency. Or maybe it's just a consequence of TV - you get multiple creative people involved, and the reasoning gets muddied, especially over time. Maybe it was SB's intention from the start, but he didn't inform the actors until the final season, so they've been playing it straight.

This show has an...interesting tendency to do something that you think is totally unacceptable and just gloss over it at the time, and then address it next season (like Luther apologising to Viktor), as if the writers all brought it up in their respective therapy sessions during the break, and worked through the issues - so maybe if they'd had another season, they would have gone into all that. Maybe. But we're clearly not going to get that, and they're all gone from existence so I can't headcanon that in this universe, they eventually sort it out. So I'm putting it down to one thing:

Break out the dodgy facial hair (I see you're ahead of me, Five) and let's get kicking babies!

[cherryyycosmosss]

Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

He sees you for the first time. ☯️

This is set in the heian era, where the reader is a princess.

Enjoy <3💗

𝙏𝙨𝙠.

"These filthy imbecile sorcerers, do they really think that joining forces with each other is going to help them decimate me?"

Sukuna groaned holding his bloodied arm as he made his way to the river through the dense forest.

He had just annihilated a group of sorcerers who had teamed up with one another thinking they could actually eradicate the king of curses, but were proven wrong and suffered the same fate as their other fellow sorcerers.

He bent down at the edge of the river and as he sank his arms into the flowing water to wash off the blood enveloped on them, he heard a faint humming echo in his ears.

It sounded sweet, innocent and almost pleasant which surprised him a little since hearing people being happy usually made him want to snap their bodies in half.

The mesmerising melody rang in his ears and he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. So, he slowly walked towards where he guessed this voice was coming from, his curiosity slowly rising but all of his thoughts came to an abrupt halt stopping him on his tracks when his eyes laid on 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

You were sitting on top of a large rock, a white little kitten resting on your lap as you hummed a song, hand gently caressing its soft fur trying to lull the kitten to sleep.

You were wearing a floral, paled turquoise coloured uchikake with lilac and white accents, its fabric flowing along the breeze of the wind in harmony with your long black hair.

𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, he thought to himself watching you from behind a tree so that his sudden presence wouldn't scare you off.

You looked at the little animal fondly with a serene smile resting on your lips and sukuna felt his heart beating slightly faster.

He couldn't comprehend how someone could look so pristine, knowing that the world he was born in wasn't one that was run on empathy and goodwill and 𝙮𝙚𝙩, your eyes held so much kindness and affection that he knew they'd be able to mend a broken soul with just a look alone.

He knew that he could capture you right then and there, taking you with him to keep you all to himself but what he was also aware of, was that the moment he'd do something like that, all of that warmth in your eyes would be replaced with terror, fear and agony.

The thought of that glow disappearing from your eyes angered him a lot more than he'd like to admit and he just couldn't figure out why.

In just a span of a few minutes, for the first time, he felt an array of emotions that he didn't even know he was capable of feeling reminding him that even though people called him a monster, a demon or a heartless beast, maybe, just maybe, he was 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 afterall.

"My lady, where have you been, we've been looking all over the palace for you."

A woman came running, stopping right in front of you, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh honoka, I was just out getting some fresh air, you mustn't worry so much about me."

You said smiling at your lady-in-waiting.

"But my lady, it's going to get dark soon, we shall return to the palace now."

She said with worry laced in her voice.

"Fine, let's head back."

You said not wanting to make her worry anymore than you already had.

Sukuna watched you disappear into the dawn, suddenly finding himself craving the calmness your presence had brought to his heart.

However, he didn't dwell on that concern for too long because he knew he was going to see you again soon,

𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

I’m back in my silly nonsense again and I do have a request, if that’s ok, I seriously don’t wanna annoy or stress you out hun but I do have a specific request in mind.

A sadistic yandere doctor x reader

It starts out simple enough like the reader goes in for a simple checkup and there’s a new doctor taking care of them and it escalates from there, every appointment with the new doctor becomes more unnerving and unhinged until escalating to abducting his “patient” and keeping them to himself

I dunno this sounded better in my head and plus you’re more creative than I am😅 I had this lil idea for a while and I’d figure it was worth a shot to ask, thanks for putting up with my silly shenanigans 😅

CW: Abduction, drugging, obsessive yandere, former bully reader, foul language, trypanophobia and mild iatrophobia

I took this ask and fucking R A N

The line between hatred and love is much thinner than one would like to believe.

(Reader) sat stiffly in the waiting room, staring at their phone while scrolling, not paying attention to anything that passed their eyes. Time was not moving fast enough, and it felt like they were about to have a heart attack while waiting for the doctor, fifteen minutes past their scheduled appointment time. They nearly jumped when the nurse finally called their name, not bothering to offer even a polite grin to the nurse as they were led back to get weighed, praying to whatever was listening that their deodorant didn't fail them. Sweat glued their shirt to their back, but (Reader) refused to take off their jacket.

Going to the clinic was always a hassle, and if it wasn't for the pain in their neck that refused to ease up they would have continued to avoid it like the plague. The nurse brought (Reader) back to an empty room, and left them there again, now waiting on a paper sheet that crinkled obnoxiously whenever (Reader) shifted and was ten times colder than they were in the waiting room. (Reader) took a shaky breath and continued to scroll absentmindedly on their phone.

A soft knock at the door was enough to make (Reader) drop their phone, diving for it as a nurse wheeled in a cart. "Hello, dear, how are we today?"

(Reader) popped back up, flushed. "Peachy."

"Lovely." The older woman grabbed a chart and read over (Reader's) information. "I'm going to take a quick little blood sample and get you checked in for Dr. Campbell."

Their face felt cold with how quickly their previous embarrassment faded into fear. Both at the thought of getting their blood drawn, and in confusion at hearing a new name. "Actually, my doctor is Dr. Kowl." (Reader) tried to correct the nurse.

The nurse smiled brightly. "Dr. Campbell is our newest doctor, he'll be taking over for Dr. Kowl when he retires. Can you remove an arm from your jacket please?"

(Reader) slipped their left arm out for the nurse, holding in their breath and averting their eyes while she pulled out a clean needle. Even if they couldn't see it, just knowing that it was getting closer to their arm sent a rush of adrenaline up and down their body so quickly that (Reader) was afraid it would knock them out. They swallowed a lump of snot threatening to choke them, rolling their eyes back to look at the ceiling as they ignored the tiny prick of pain.

"All done."

The sleeve was rolled down before (Reader) turned their head, a tight grimace plastered on their face. "Great."

"Dr. Campbell will be with you shortly." The nurse's demeanor was warm, but (Reader) couldn't feel it past the cold crispness of her scrubs. Clinic doctors weren't as bad as hospital or ER doctors, but they still were not pleasant to be around.

• 17 years ago •

A chubby boy with dark curly hair obscuring his eyes nervously watched (Reader) from afar, working up the courage to go speak to them. (Reader) had a bruise on their neck, partially hidden by their hoodie, and the young man was worried for the stranger in his high school. Tugging on his baggy shirt awkwardly while shuffling his feet, he made his way to the sad looking teen, struggling not to lose his nerve. "Hey.." he struggled not to stutter. "I was just, uh, wondering if everything was.. okay?"

The look of loneliness and emptiness on (Reader's) face was gone so fast that the boy thought he imagined it, now only seeing disgust and rage.

"The fuck you just say?"

• Present •

A young doctor with wavy brown hair stepped into the room, his downward turned eyes widening every so slightly, a bright, welcoming smile contrasting his surprised gaze, as he entered (Reader's) view. (Reader) was equally shocked, taken back by how handsome their new doctor was. "How are we feeling today?"

Hearing that typical doctor's greeting paled (Reader's) complexion, reminding them that no matter how hot this man might be, he was still a doctor. "I, uh, got a pain. It won't go away."

Dr. Campbell nodded, gently touching (Reader's) jaw as he tilted their head, watching their face carefully as they grimaced at certain angles. "Have we already taken X-rays?"

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong. Urgent care said it was a pulled muscle, I'm just here for a follow up." (Reader) noted how the new doctor searched their eyes uncomfortably; it was as though he was looking for something specific. "Is there something wrong?"

The doctor removed his hands, smiling again, but this time the smile seemed disingenuous, almost melancholy. "I'm sorry, I just.. you look like someone that I used to know." His jaw clenched under his smile. Dr. Campbell swiveled away, rolling to the computer and tapping on the keyboard for a couple of minutes before clicking his tongue. "I'm sorry, (Reader), but it looks like something went wrong with the blood sample we just took. Can you roll up your sleeve for me so I can get a new sample?" He asked while already reaching into his drawer, grabbing a fresh syringe and three vials.

(Reader) sighed, frustration displayed openly on their features. "Really?.."

• 17 years ago •

"Cry, bitch!" (Reader) snarled, kicking the new kid in his ribs. His only real crime was not knowing that, despite the lack of piercings, (Reader) was practically the leader for the high school's most notorious delinquents. The only reason (Reader) hadn't been expelled was because their grades never dropped below an A-, and the school prioritized their placement as the second best school in the country over a few accusations of harassment.

"Hey (Reader), who's your new friend?" Nate asked while sauntering over with the rest of (Reader's) friends.

"Dunno. Hey new kid," (Reader) bent down, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and yanking his head up, "what's your name?"

The kid could barely speak through his sobbing. ".. Ichabod."

"HA! What kind of name is that?!" Lily cackled hysterically.

"From now on, I think you're going to be my new best friend.. ain't that right, pussy?"

His dark brown eyes couldn't help but fixate on (Reader's) neck as they glared down at him, the bruise shaped like fingers was so dark that in the lighting it looked like it was bleeding. "Well, that's the worse fucking name I've ever heard in my life. No wonder you're such a pussy.

• Present •

"I'm here for Dr. Campbell? I have a twelve-thirty about some blood results?" (Reader) grumpily muttered, pissed that they had to be back at the clinic only a week after their last appointment. Hearing Campbell's name, one of the receptionists smiled, fluttering her lashes and biting her lip subtly.

Her colleague saw her reaction and made a noise of approval. "That new doctor, he's quite the charmer, isn't he?"

"Stop!" The younger woman smiled harder, rolling her eyes. The whole thing made (Reader) grossed out. Yeah, the man was cute, but not when you're on the job. "Besides, he's.. unavailable."

"What? I didn't see a ring on his finger."

'They have forgotten me.' (Reader) puffed out their cheeks and patted their sides loudly, hoping the two medical professionals would get the hint and just sign them in.

"Apparently, he only became a doctor because of his highschool sweetheart. He said he had somebody whose 'attention' he 'wanted'." She sighed dreamily. (Reader) sighed also, but only out of frustration.

"Hey." (Reader) snapped, embarrassing the two receptionists as they looked to (Reader), mouths open like (Reader) was an apparition. "Twelve thirty. (Reader). Is there any paperwork I need to fill out?"

"Sorry! No-"

"Great." (Reader) interrupted the lady, heading over to the horribly uncomfortable chairs a few feet away. However, nearly as soon as (Reader's) butt touched the seat their name was called out, startling them on the speed.

They raised their eyebrows but didn't complain, heading back past the smiling nurses with disdain.

Dr. Campbell met (Reader) in the hall, sneaking up behind them. "Not big on smiling, huh?" The tall man grinned, feeling immense joy at the way (Reader's) face blanched and their muscles tensed.

"I'll smile for some good news." (Reader) forced a smile onto their face, the faux sign of friendliness not reaching their eyes.

He held out a hand as if to say 'after you', directing (Reader) to an open door.

• 16 years ago •

Ichabod couldn't look away from (Reader), studying their shaky visage as (Reader) barely held themselves together, teetering in the corner of the dirty basement. It was interesting, the first real emotion Ichabod had ever detected from (Reader) besides disgust.

Fear.

The group of 'friends' all drunkenly sat around Lily's older brother while he tattooed the minors in his dingy home. (Reader) was trying their hardest not to barf as the gun entered their friend's skin rhythmically.

"(Reader), check it out!" The dumbass child held up his arm, proudly displaying a jagged dog. "What'd ya think?"

"It looks like shit." (Reader) spat. The horror was masked by their hatred, fooling everyone except Ichabod. He stared a little too hard, finally drawing the attention of (Reader).

(Reader) could see by the look in Ichabod's eye that he saw their dirty little secret. Rage buzzed throughout (Reader's) body. "Why don't you give one to the pussy?"

Gasping, Ichabod went weak, experiencing something close to betrayal. He never felt an ounce of companionship from his 'best friend' but he was always looking for something from (Reader), he just couldn't understand what. Nate jumped up, launching towards the group's punching bag with sadistic glee.

(Reader) went blank, as they often did, showing neither pleasure nor anger as their friends closed in on Ichabod. "What about it? Since you're not fighting back, I take it that means you want one?" They paused, almost hoping for a reaction other than fright. But Ichabod was frozen, pleading (Reader) with his large teary eyes.

• Present •

"Fine. Hey Marty, why don't you write-"

"This better be the last time." (Reader) finally opened their eyes, too blinded by their phobia to question why their doctor's face was pink; why his large eyes were half lidded; and why he was smiling at them like they were the most attractive person he's ever seen in his life.

Dr. Campbell shuttered, eyes glazing over as he watched (Reader's) face contort, sweat beading on their forehead as the needle pierced their arm. (Reader) was so focused on not crying that they had no clue the look their new doctor was giving them. Being able to see this side to (Reader) was a privilege, one reserved for best friends.

"This should be the last test." His voice which usually oozed like honey quivered oddly, tickling a memory (Reader) couldn't quite recollect.

"Yeah, well, bit aggravating that both times I've gotten my blood drawn, something went wrong and it needed to be taken again." They pulled on their jacket with a huff. "Arm's beginning to look like a junkie's."

"Well, I do apologize for that. You can schedule your next appointment at the front desk. Your results will be in by next Thursday, we'll discuss them together then."

"Great." (Reader) left the room as quickly as possible, the agitation felt from being trapped in a doctor's office trumping how woozy they were. The nervous adult left the doctor behind, unaware of his erection hidden under his clip board. Dr. Campbell pocketed the blood sample, casually readjusting his pants through his pocket as he did so.

His smirk faded into something haunting, something damn near evil. "Last appointment, huh?" The doctor couldn't help but roll up his sleeve, his hard on becoming almost painful in the position he was sitting. A faded blue ink tattoo fuzzy with age and poor in quality marred his arm like a beautiful blemish.

• 15 years ago •

Cigarette smoke drifted up towards the gloomy clouds, the senior leaning against the fence that separated student and faculty parking lit a new cigarette as soon as the last one finished. Ichabod recognized (Reader) from behind, and found himself incapable of running and hiding, pulled in to his tormentor's side against his will. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of (Reader's) face, one eye completely swollen shut and their skin dark purple. Their one good eye stared at nothing, unblinking and dead.

(Reader) didn't look at Ichabod, knowing there was only one person dumb enough to approach them when they looked like this. No matter how hard they pushed him, he never stopped looking at them with that pitiful sentimentality. "Don't hang out with us at lunch today." Nate failed another history exam, and would be looking for someone to take his anger out on. (Reader) didn't know why they were sparing such a little bitch from getting his ass beat. Maybe they were just bored of him.

Ichabod flinched like he had just been hit, trying to will (Reader) to look at him, to explain themselves.

"Actually.. I'm done with you." They finished off their cancer stick, and dropped it into the gravel. "Stop hanging out with us."

"Why?" It was the only thing he could force himself to say.

(Reader) wondered why themselves. Would a therapist have been able to understand? See past their anger, their disgust? The only reason why (Reader) started bullying Ichabod was because he was new, and no one told him that (Reader) wasn't worth his sympathy. They knew he saw it, the bruise on their neck, and they could see it in his stupid face. And it pissed them off. Everyone knew-

(Reader) wasn't someone to pity.

Watery eyes threatening to overflow shook under the force of his tumultuous feelings as the baby faced young man got in (Reader's) line of sight. Even getting decked would be better than being ignored. But there was nothing in (Reader's) eye. He was invisible to them. "I hate pussies."

• Present •

"So, just a pulled muscle?" (Reader) grimaced, raising their hands in annoyance.

Dr. Campbell smiled, showing off all his pearly white teeth. "Thank God it wasn't something more serious."

"Great." Slapping their knees, (Reader) stood, ready to leave and hoping to never come back again. However, their body was stopped at the door by a strong hand gripping their wrist painfully, a deep scarlet staining Dr. Campbell's face and what was visible of his neck. "What?"

"Have we met before?" His face was smiling but his voice was on the verge of cracking.

"Yeah. Three weeks ago. When I first came in."

Long eyelashes nearly pushed his glasses off his nose. The doctor had (Reader) trapped in his arms at this point. "Are you sure? Are you sure I don't look familiar?"

The rising feeling of anxiety quickly morphed into anger, just as it always did, just like when they were a little kid. It took every ounce of self control they had to not knee the new doctor in the nuts. "Am I supposed to?!" (Reader) raised their voice, clenching their fists, feeling their entire body tense as it prepared to fight.

A laugh escaped him, jerking uncontrollably as he felt himself nearly cum just from seeing the old (Reader) trapped in his arms, unable to escape him, knowing that they were just masking their fear, just like that day in the basement all those years ago. "Thank you.." The look in his misty eyes grossed (Reader) out. "Thank you for not changing."

• 15 years ago •

"What?" Ichabod asked in disbelief. The office attendant spoke clearly but her words just didn't make sense.

(Reader) had been missing for nearly a month before Ichabod had the courage to ask anyone where they went. His tan skin had already begun to heal, the bruises left by (Reader's) shoes and the cuts left from their punches had faded. The only memory he had left of them was the tattoo on his arm he kept covered up. If he ever wore a short sleeve shirt it would be over, the pain would end, but he would also never see (Reader) again, and he couldn't have that.

"(Reader) doesn't go here anymore, sweetheart. They got their G.E.D so they could graduate early. One smart cookie, that one."

'But that's impossible.' Ichabod thought to himself. He knew (Reader), knew them better than anyone else. He was special. There was no way he couldn't have known about this. He was closer to (Reader) than their piece of shit friends, and that's why (Reader) hurt him! Deep down Ichabod just knew that (Reader) only hurt him because he could see them for who they were. No one else knew how scared (Reader) was. No one else cared about (Reader's) home life. Only he did.

Only Ichabod knew how terrified (Reader) was of needles.

Through the tears and spit, hiding his body from his parents so they wouldn't know what was happening at school, lying to teachers when they voiced their concerns about potential bullying, Ichabod had convinced himself that what he and (Reader) had was special. Because only he saw how scared they were. He told himself that it wasn't because no one else cared about the "future criminal", but because he was special to (Reader), and only he was allowed to see them vulnerable. That was a privilege for best friends only.

'Was it because I didn't give them enough attention?'

He walked through the hallway without a limp, without a hunched back, just like a normal student. It disgusted him. The walls were plastered with students' artwork, motivational posters, and recruitment ads. A smiling man in a white lab coat caught Ichabod's attention, pulling him out of his dark emptiness and showing him the solution to his problem.

"I'll make you see me."

• Present •

"Stupid son of a bitch!" (Reader) moved at a fast pace through the parking garage, nearly jogging to their truck. They had been doing so well, such a good job, but one moment in a stranger's arms and their mind was invaded by a voice they hadn't thought about in almost a year.

Their mother's words tumbled from their lips as they fished for their keys, shaking with apprehension disgust. "Fucking coward, fucking pussy, goddamnit, good for nothing-"

The old familiar tingling of adrenaline, the need to punch something.

Reaching their truck didn't provide any relief. The keys they were searching for kept evading their fingers as though they had a mind of their own. In the black of their tinted window another figure approached their reflection. (Reader) angrily whipped around, ready to start swinging. Behind them stood Dr. Campbell, wearing a baby blue short sleeved polo tucked into a pair of black slacks. The collared shirt exposed his muscular arms and accentuated his broad shoulders. He would have been so attractive if (Reader) didn't know what he looked like in a lab coat.

"I'm glad I caught you! I didn't have a chance to apologize in there, you rushed off before I could explain myself."

"Don't make up excuses for being a pervert." (Reader) snarled, ready to lash out like a cornered animal. They still couldn't feel the keys in their pocket.

The man smiled so sweetly at (Reader) that it made them want to bite him. "It really hurt my feelings. I thought that maybe you just didn't remember me." His eyes looked down at his feet, but he wasn't an actor, and (Reader) could see plainly that there wasn't a drop of sadness in the man before them. "But I guess.. I do look different than I did back in highschool."

His right hand reached out towards (Reader) to caress their cheek. They almost smacked him away, but a small, shitty tattoo on his arm drained them of their blood faster than a gun shot wound, feeling their bravado leak out of them so quickly that they didn't have time to remember to be pissed.

(READER'S) BITCH

Before they could recover and throw the first punch the hand clamped over their mouth, and a needle was revealed from behind his back in the other hand.

They struggled, but Ichabod hadn't spent his years in med school working out to impress (Reader). Eyes wide with horror watched the needle approach their neck helplessly, and Ichabod could almost cry at the beautiful sight before him. The fear that only he was able to see, only he was allowed to experience, God he could have fucked them right there and then, but he controlled himself. This had all been planned out, and he couldn't fuck it up just because (Reader) was shaking beneath him so cutely.

The needle went into their neck, injecting a drug to knock them out for a few hours. (Reader) screamed silently into his palm, and he watched as they recognized the adoration in his eyes with terror. (Reader's) keys were pulled out from Ichabod's back pocket, dangling teasingly in front of (Reader's) face as they went limp. "You said you hated pussies." His smile was mocking as (Reader) went dark, unable to stay awake. There was so much they wanted to say. They wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. To tell him he wasn't a pussy, that they were never speaking to him when they called him that.

They didn't understand why he looked down at them so kindly. (Reader) hoped that if he killed them it would be a swift death. They felt that they deserved it after all this time.

What he had in store for them was much, much worse than death.

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐅

pairing: lena oberdorf x reader

summary: you're best friends so what's wrong with one little cuddle?

warnings: nothing but fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i haven’t written for the woso world in a while and due to the wwc going on i thought it was only fair to write a couple fics. send in ideas and prompts for people you want me to write for and i’ll see if my brain can work something out :)

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You've known Lena for what seemed like forever. From the moment the two of you met you couldn't be kept away from each other. Now three years on, the two of you were as thick as thieves.

Only up until recently, you had been thinking of Lena in a different way. Going from longing gazes to discrete touches. You knew you were falling for the girl but you just couldn't stop yourself.

You knew you couldn't do anything with these feelings so you kept them buried deep down. Not telling anyone. Not a single soul.

Due to hiding your feelings you had been different around Lena, and you were sure she could sense it. As much as it pained you, you tried to put a little distance between you both but you were just not able to keep her from running around in your mind.

You were currently sitting on your sofa at home, scrolling through instagram when you noticed that Lena had posted. Clicking on her account you could’ve sworn you had heart palpitations.

Immediately liking her new photo, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest once you saw a message pop up at the top of your screen.

[ lena: 6:56pm ] eager much?

[ you: 6:56pm ] i’m sorry?

[ lena: 6:56pm ] check when i posted

Opening instagram back up, you saw how long ago she posted. And it wasn't long at all. 1 minute ago. Shit.

[ you: 6:57pm ] what? I can’t like a photo of my best friend?

Playing it cool and definitely not acknowledging the way your chest pained after typing the reply.

[ lena: 6:57pm ] oh no, you can. just seemed a bit quick, no?

[ you: 6:57pm ] i refreshed the app and you popped up

[ lena: 6:57pm ] mhm sureeeee

[ you: 6:58pm ] i hate you

[ lena: 5:58pm ] no you don’t

[ you: 5:58pm ] i’m pretty sure i do

[ lena: 5:58pm ] so if i invited you over for pizza and a movie you wouldn't come?

[ you: 5:59pm ] i hate you

[ lena: 5:59pm ] i’ll see you in a bit

You huffed out a laugh, getting up from the sofa with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You couldn't help but wonder what it’d be like if you actually told her how you felt. Shaking your head, you got rid of that idea.

Grabbing your keys from your kitchen counter, you put your shoes on and made your way over to Lena’s. It wasn’t a long drive and before you knew it you were standing outside her front door, waiting for her to let you in.

“The stalker’s here.” Lena grinned as she opened the door.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You deadpanned, walking past her and into the living room where there was pizza laid out on the coffee table.

“Wow, I don't even get a ‘hi’ and you’re already digging into the pizza.” Lena scoffed, sitting beside you on the sofa.

“I only came for free food and a movie.” You said with a grin, discreetly trying to put space between the two of you.

“Whatever.” Lena said, rolling her eyes as she tried to fight off a smile that made its way onto her face.

“What movie are we watching?” You asked, taking another slice of pizza.

“Ten things I hate about you.”

“Really?”

“What? I like a good romcom.” Lena shrugged, taking a slice of her own and pressing play on the movie.

As the movie went on, your concentration became less and less. Your brain solely focused on the person beside you. No matter how much space you put between her, you still felt yourself being drawn back to her. Like an unexplainable force pushing you together.

Shifting in your spot, you tried to get comfortable but it was no use. Every position seemed to be more uncomfortable than the last and unbeknownst to you, Lena seemed to be having the same problem.

From all your shifting around, the two of you were now sitting next to each other. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. Lena rested her head on your shoulder, still trying to find a comfortable position.

Accidentally, Lena let out a small grumble, becoming fed up with being uncomfortable.

“You okay?” You chuckle, looking down at Lena.

“No.” She huffed, moving off your shoulder.

“What’s up?”

“I can’t get comfy.”

“Neither.” You agreed, a small tight-lipped smile making its way onto your face.

“Lay back.” Lena said, placing her hands on your waist, pushing you to lay on your back.

“Wha- um, okay.” You said, heart pounding as you let Lena guide you back.

You got yourself in a position so your head was rested on a pillow, being slightly propped up by the arm of the sofa so you could fully lay down.

Once you had stopped moving, Lena crawled on top of you, laying her body across yours.

“Is this okay?” Lena questioned as she let out a content sigh against your neck, her breath sending goosebumps to spread like a wildfire over your skin.

“Huh- I- what?” You blushed, eyes wide as you scolded yourself for not being able to form a complete sentence.

“Do you want me to get off?” Lena asked, placing her hands on the arm of the sofa, either side of your head, so she could look at your face properly.

“No! I uh-” You coughed and let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t think so?”

“You don’t think so?” Lena repeated with a teasing tone.

“I don’t want you to get off.”

“Okay.” Lena smiled and moved back to the position she was in originally.

By now the movie was long forgotten and you couldn't help the way your heart sped up at how Lena was on top of you.

Not knowing what to do without malfunctioning, you kept your arms up in the air, deciding that was the better option.

“You can touch me, y’know. I’m not fragile.” Lena said softly, reaching her arm out to grab yours, placing it around her waist.

“Mhm, yeah. I know that.” You said, placing your other arm on her back, slowly drawing intricate patterns.

The two of you didn't say anything for the rest of the movie, the both of you enjoying the tranquillity of the moment. As the credits played, you had failed to notice that Lena had drifted off to sleep.

You had tried to slide out from underneath her but it was no use. Shifting in her sleep, Lena mumbled a few incoherent words and you knew that you had fallen so hard, you don’t think anyone would be able to save you.

Letting yourself drift off into a deep sleep, the only thing grounding you was the person on top of you.

Many hours passed and it was now the early hours of the morning, the sun peaking through the blinds caused Lena to wake up from her sleep.

Some time during the night, the two of you had shifted so she was trapped between you and the cushions of the sofa.

Lena froze, noticing the position she was currently in and letting a blush take over her features. Her leg was draped over yours, tangled together and her hand had made its way up your top, resting on your stomach.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, Lena quickly removed her hand from under your top, suddenly feeling her fingertips grow cold.

Shifting in your sleep, you wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her just a tad closer and resting your head in her neck.

“You’re staring.” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you let a small smile take over your face.

“I’m not.” Lena protested, weakly trying to get out of your hold.

“You’re lucky I like you.” You smiled, moving your head back to the pillow and tightening your grip on her.

Lena laid quietly for a while, assuming you had drifted back off to sleep before she spoke up again.

“I like you too.” She whispered, brushing a strand of hair that fell over your face.

“I knew it.” You smirked, pulling her closer into you. “Now go back to sleep.”

Lena let out a small chuckle, pressing her lips to your cheek before cuddling herself into you and drifting back off into sleep.

[alyslittlehaven]

First Time, First Rite. Azriel x OC A part of my 'Moonlight Weaver' Series I am making, during one of the annual visits to moon-haven, Azriel finds himself intertwined with the towns lady, the moonlight weaver Ezme, to help her with the fertility rite.

Warnings: Soft sex, Giggling, cutesy smut. very vulnerable Azriel, Sex in a pond, sex that magically fuels the land. "Are you staying, Shadowsinger?"

Azriel felt his words die in his throat as he looked at the woman, her back turned to him as she undid her dress. Ezme was ethereal—a true otherworldly type of beauty he was so drawn to. Her careful words and gentle touches fueled his days when he had come to see her on 'business.' Like he always does. His eyes raked down her body. A small breath left him as he walked up behind her and carefully untied the laces.

"You want me to watch?"

She let out a thoughtful hum before looking at Azriel from over her shoulder, his eyes finally finding hers again as he finished untying her corset. Her body visibly relaxing as she felt the tension around her waist and chest fade away. "I wouldn't mind some company for the rite." Her voice carried confidently as she turned away from him, her hands moving the straps and slowly letting the dress fall off of her shoulders, a warm smile quickly taking her features.

Azriel's attention lingered on her figure as she fixed her hair; he was a simple man, after all. He turned his head away, gently clearing his throat as he let her have her privacy. His eyes widened slightly as a wisp of moonlight swirled around him, his eyes staying on the moving tendril of white light before it swiftly moved up and curled under her chin, forcing his gaze over to Ezme. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared, wide-eyed, at her. The softly glowing tendril slowly retreated to move around her frame. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you participated.”

Her baby blue, almost white eyes now had a hint of yellow swirling in their depths. Her arms were wrapped around her chest to hide her breasts. The moonlight practically seeped into her skin and the lake, just like the stories had said about her and the moon. It's one child—its walking embodiment. Azriel finally let out the breath he was holding as the shock suddenly left his system. The notion of participating in the rite was intimate enough in general, but to actually complete the ritual with a woman like her overwhelmed his senses. 

It was no secret that the moonlight weaver was a dangerous woman , that she could kill you with the simple swipe of a hand. Simply trying to provide a haven for the people who needed it. Which had been created in the somewhat large town they stood on the outskirts of, their most sacred ceremony.

And she was offering to have him perform it with her.

Years and years of searching for someone to want him, to need him just as much as he needed them, practically fell apart as he watched her let her fingers dip into the water, treading across the ponds surface as she walked towards the waterfall. The body of water glowing a bright white, the color seemingly the same shade as the moon that reflected off of it. 

Azriel's wings shuddered behind him as the milky tendrils brushed through and around them, his eyebrows shooting up in confusion as he looked from her to the bundle of moonlight wisps. "You would let me?" His gaze flicked back over to her as the wisps practically purred in his presence, the words coming out more confused than he would have liked. Completely smashing his ego in the process. Ezme's frame, walking deeper into the pond, said, "I am asking, aren't I?" The water was now about up to her belly button, the ends of her hair flowing in the water behind her as she spoke. Her careful words were chosen, particularly not to spook the man behind her. To say he intrigued her was an understatement. Rhysand had been right to send him in hopes she would find him interesting all those months ago.

Azriel couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from Ezme as she stood, treading water. The glow from the pond bathed them both in an almost angelic light. His gaze slowly traveled down her figure, his breath nearly hitching in his throat when she reached up to put her hair in a ponytail. Her eyes remained locked on his, capturing his thoughts completely.

Any woman or man who she attempted to bed would simply be a fool to turn her down. And Azriel was a lot of things, but he would not let himself be a fool.

"Clothes off before you get in..."

He found himself undoing his fighting leathers, taking his time as she slowly turned back to the waterfall, calmly waiting for him there, basking in the cool air from the water. A small spark ignited in his brain as he got his top off and started to work away on his trousers. Eventually, when his clothes were reduced to a heap on the floor, He carefully stepped into the water, making his way to her until they were standing side by side.

He watched as she leaned forward, cupping her hands above her head as her eyes closed and she drank from the falls. The water around them suddenly glowed much brighter than before, the magic seeping off of her like the water fell off of the cliff in front of them. Its overwhelming presence is soothing to Azriel. He took a minute before he tore his eyes away from her and let himself drink from the water as well, letting out a small laugh and cough at how warm and tingly it was. Ezme let out a small giggle as she took him in, her eyes looking at every line, curve, and scar that was on display in his naked form. A small huff left her before she took a couple of steps into the waterfall. Her arms now lifted above her head as the water cascaded over her, accentuating every curve yet hiding what exactly he wanted to see the most. He watched as she waved him in, a small laugh leaving her again. Axriel carefully folded his wings behind his back and took a few tentative steps forward, feeling a sudden rush of anticipation run through him. His eyes fell on the way she fixed her hair, the water falling over top of the two like a shower.

"Does the water hurt your wings?" Her calm voice broke him from his trance, his eyes now focused on her as a smirk tugged at the end of his lips. Shaking his head no at her question before quickly stretching them out for demonstration. A relieved smile formed on her face as she noticed he was fine. Her eyes flicked to his wings.

Illyrians had been a common thing in her town, the many families who chose to leave their camps and save their children from the pain they had gone through. not wishing to continue passing down that torment. But these wings had to be one of a kind, their large form was bigger than any wing type she had seen. Not to mention how sharp the talons were. Eze took a step towards him, still staring at the membranes as her left hand came up and pressed against his chest, the other on his shoulder as her gaze moved from his wings to his face.  A small breath left her figure as their eyes met. "Your wings are beautiful..." Azriel blinked a couple of times, his eyes a bit wide as he registered just how tender her voice was when he spoke to him. His expression softened as she cupped one side of his face with her hand. 

"Thank you, I grew them myself." Ezme let out a laugh, shaking her head as his smile widened into something borderline dorky. She giggled, brushing her thumb against his cheek. "Oh, really? I thought you bought them from the market." He shook his head no, feigning offense. "How dare you!" He chuckled, looking down at her with a gentle smile. Hearing the thundering sound of the waterfall making contact with the water in the pond.

Or was that his heart? He couldn't tell the difference in that moment.

Azriel's hand moved down her sides and rested on her hips, pulling her a tad bit closer to his chest. His smile slowly fell as he stared at her. Both of her hands finally cupped Azriel's face, and she leaned up, capturing his mouth against her own. Their lips moving slowly in tandem. Azriel's hands pulled Ezme impossibly close, their chests pressing against one another as they leaned more and more into the kiss. His tongue swiped over her lips, silently asking for permission before he deepened the kiss. Her hands running down from his face to his chest as she looked up, his own hands flowly moving down and quickly picking her up. Holding her thighs. She let out a small noise of surprise as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to hold her up. His lips never left her own as he let out a groan. 

She let out a small gasp, chuckling into the kiss as he lifted her up without warning, taking a couple steps till she felt the cold stone pressing into her back. His lips never left hers, even as her legs wrapped around his waist. Their giggles fill the small space underneath.

Azriel thought maybe he was in the heavens and he had died during the last battle, that perhaps the mother had finally given up on keeping him alive and sentenced him to an eternity with her, with lady moon. He was wrong though; he was well and alive, his skin practically burning with desire as she moaned into the kiss, a small fire lit in his belly that hadn't been there in years. She let a hand slowly move out and stroke his wing, feeling the massive things unfold and widen for her touch, a shudder wracking through his body at the soft touches. A low moan escaped his mouth as she gently squeezed the membrane of his wing, the other hand finding itself tangled in his hair, her fingers gently tugging on the wet curls. 

Azriel tensed slightly as the hand that was on his wings slowly traveled down and took him in her hand, letting his head fall down to the crook of her neck as she stroked his length a couple times and lined him up with her entrance. His hands finally rested on her hips as he stared down at what she was doing.

"Cauldron boil me. . You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?" Azriel's voice was low and husky as he looked up at her, watching that slightly ajar mouth slowly form into a beaming smile at his words. Her hand finally left his member, reaching back up for his face and capturing him in another slow kiss, her lips perfectly slotted against his as he pushed his hips forward. The desperate need to be inside of her, to be as close as physically possible, ran through his veins as he heard her let out a little gasp. His wings flared out behind him. Their usual calm and still reactions now traded for a wide stance with a hint of trembling as they stayed there for a moment. 

The back of her head rested against the wall, her body no longer feeling the slight pain of the stone pressing against her back. Her mind stalling for a moment as he pushed himself into her, a gasp leaving her figure as she closed her eyes. Thanking the mother that he gave her some time to adjust to him. 

'I suppose the rumor that Illyrian wings and lengths are proportionate is proven true now.' She let out a little giggle, and confusion started to bubble up at her reaction. 

Soon enough, Azriel began to move his hips. The slow, almost gentle rhythm he had started completely making him forget about the water that continuously fell around the two of them, adding just another thing to forget the world inside of. His touches were gentle as his hands roamed her skin, and she did the same. Her hands moved from his face to his shoulders, and then eventually down to his waist. Soft moans leave them both and fill the air around them.

The two of them were completely lost in the pleasure, their lips barely leaving one another unless it was to gasp or to place them on another body part. The two of them were more focused on the pressure building up in their guts than the world around them, completely forgetting about the rite, the people at townsqare who waited for them. Completely forgetting about their duties to their people. A soft smile tugged on Azriel's mouth as soon as he pulled away from her lips, panting as he listened to the constant stream of soft, pure moans that left her. His hips continued to rock into Ezme at their previous pace.

She couldn't even imagine what the two of them must look like on the outside of this waterfall. Azriel the Shadowsinger, the Spymaster of the Night Court, his hands on her thighs as the moonlight weavers legs wrapped around his waist, holding her up against the wall as the water fell around him. His lips were all over her neck, breasts, and face as he rocked into her. His wings spread on full display behind him, with one of her hands running along the membrane. Their entire world was completely reduced to the feeling of her wrapped around his cock in one of the best ways possible.  His breath left him in hard, ragged pants and groans as he felt the familiar knot building in his stomach. His hand traveled down so he could brush his thumb over her clit. His thrusts slowly picked up the pace as his wings shuddered behind him at her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders and back as his hands gripped at her hips in an almost painful way.

They just stared at each other for a moment, moaning out and holding one another as their eyes locked. Azriel's mind was completely fogged over with pleasure. The only thoughts running through his mind were how good she felt and how beautiful she was looking down at him like that. Like he was the only man in the world for her. His heart clenched in his chest as her body started to tremble lightly, and his forehead pressed against hers as he continued to mindlessly rock into her. Ezme could hardly think, her thoughts buzzing with the shock of all of this and how good he felt inside of her.

Azriel shifted slightly, making a small change to the angle he was taking. Her moans grew louder, legs trembling around him as he hit just the right spot, desperately clinging onto him as he sped up his normally gentle pace.

Her lips crashed into his, and a few moments later she came undone around him, moaning into his mouth and twitching slightly with her orgasm, her pants leaving her mouth as he continued to push into her. Her head fell, her forehead now pressed against his shoulder as her nails dug into his back. Most of the noises leaving her now are just gasps and a word or two. Azriel let out a hiss, and his hips stuttered slightly, pushing up into her with a small curse and holding her hips down against him as he spilled into her. White-hot pleasure burned through his vision as his hand moved to the stone wall behind Ezme. The two of them stayed there for a moment to catch their breath. Azriel's head perked up at the sound of her giggle.

"that, Azriel. Is the fertility rite." Her smile was as bright as the sun, a small, tired twinge in her voice as he just chuckled, carefully pulling out of her and wrapping her legs around his hips again. Leaning up and kissing her passionately, slow and tandem with one another.

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Cassian let out a small hum, looking around as the townspeople danced and laughed amongst each other. His eyes tried to find the very quiet male who usually stalked behind them. "Rhysand, do you know where our dear shadow singer went?" Rhysand let out a small sigh, twirling around the stick of fruit inside his cocktail. Humming.

"No, I haven't seen him since we arrived; maybe he's off dancing; Cauldron knows he needs this Cass." Cassian nodded, letting himself relax before a startling roar left the crowd, his eyes quickly looking around for what they were cheering at. Cassian slowly reached over, patting Rhysand's arm, who tore himself away from the paper in his hands.

A small giggle left Ezme's lips as a bunch of women screamed when she walked back into the square, her presence meaning the rite had been completed. What surprised Rhysand and Cassian the most was the soaking-wet Azriel, who smiled next to her. A group of men whisked him away with a bunch of knowing smirks.

Cassian cleared his throat. His eyes were still wide as he looked over at his brother Rhysand. 

"Well...now we know where Azriel went."

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It's Mardi Gras weekend, and Bradley should know by now that his actions are always going to have consequences. 

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley breezed through his classes on Friday. This weekend was his fraternity's Mardi Gras party, one of his favorites each year. Usually he loved it because of all the tits on display. This year, he'd be there with you, which was perhaps even better. 

"Why do I even waste my time?" he muttered, scrubbing the bathroom again. He had invited you to sleep over all weekend leading up to the party on Saturday night, and he didn't want you to have to use a disgusting bathroom. He also had to go with Jeff and Dev to pick up kegs soon. That ought to be fun. 

Dev tried to keep the peace, but Jeff was still condescending. "Looks like you had a fun time in the study room yesterday," he told Bradley with an eyeroll.

Bradley just grunted, lifting one end of the keg. "Yeah." Yesterday, in the moment, it had been amusing to know that Jeff knew Bradley had fucked you in there. Now, Bradley was uncomfortable thinking about it. That should have been private, just between you and him... and maybe whomever was studying in the next room over. 

And now Jeff had changed tack, and Bradley wanted to throw the keg at him. "She any good? Tight pussy?" Jeff asked casually, and Bradley shot him a warning look. "Just curious. She's cute, but I'd never hit it now that you've had her." 

Bradley would love to punch him in the face. He had to take three deep breaths before saying, "Don't talk about her like that."

Jeff started cracking up. "How else should I talk about her?"

Bradley never talked about any girls like that. Sure, he'd enjoyed a lot of them, Phoebe many times over, but he couldn't stand the banter. "Don't fucking talk about her at all. How does that sound?" 

Dev pushed Bradley out of the way and carried the keg with Jeff. "Chill guys."

If Bradley got into another fight, he'd be gone. Only three months until graduation. He needed to keep it together. 

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Bradley had his hands all over you at the party on Friday night. It was a smaller crowd, presumably leading up to the rager that the Beta fraternity would be throwing the next night for Mardi Gras. Every time you took more than a few steps away from Bradley, he pulled you back to him. 

"Let's go upstairs, Sugar," he whispered to you over and over again. He had such an eager look on his face, you couldn't help but laugh. 

He wasn't drinking anything, but every time you finished a drink, he offered to get you another one. 

"We'll go up soon," you told him. It was effortless being around him. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he was sure acting like it. Acting like it enough that you could tell how pissed off Jeff was every time you saw him. 

So far tonight, you'd seen Jeff all over two different girls. You couldn't even imagine if you'd started dating him what he'd be like now. He was either doing this to get under your skin and Bradley's, or he would have been doing it behind your back. 

Bradley was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, subtly playing with your hair while you watched a game of beer pong. "Actually, let's go upstairs now, Beer Boy." 

Bradley kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, immediately pulling you toward the stairs. You had to hold the railing, laughing the whole way up as he was trying to take your shirt off. 

"Bradley!" you scolded, and you were both laughing. 

"Sugar!" he scolded you jokingly, but you came to a stop outside his door.

"Did you do that?" you asked, running your fingers over the hearts that had been drawn in black sharpie next to Sugar written on his door. Other than that addition, the door was exactly the same as the last time you saw it.

He nodded his head the tiniest bit. "Yeah."

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to stop thinking about having Bradley as your boyfriend. It wasn't going to happen. 

"I like that," you said pointing to the ink and letting him lead you inside. You had his jeans down, kneeling in front of him right away. "Can I finish what I started yesterday?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned loudly as you put your lips around his rapidly hardening dick. He was too big for your mouth, so you used both hands too. You bobbed your head a few times, sliding your tongue along the tip. As far as you could tell, guys loved this. You just weren't sure if your technique was good or not. Your mind drifted to Bradley doing this with Janessa, and you felt the burning need to be better than her. 

You sucked hard on him for a few seconds until he moaned, running his hand along your cheek. You let him slip out of your mouth long enough to ask him, "Do you like that?" Your voice sounded deep and needy, and Bradley looked down at you with a subtle smirk that had you wrapping your lips around him again. 

He maintained eye contact with you while he said, "I like everything you do."

Licking along his tip, the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Am I better for you than Janessa?" You paused with him resting right between your lips, your breath ghosting over him.

Bradley's lips parted, but it took him a few seconds to answer. "Don't compare yourself, Sugar. You'd make everyone else look bad all the time."

You sucked on him and took him as far as you could, rolling your tongue and listening to all of the noises he was making. When he started whispering your name, you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls. He came so hard, hitting the back of your throat; you almost choked before swallowing him down. You looked up at him as a few tears leaked from your eyes, his dick still inside your mouth.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he told you.

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Bradley loved getting head. Watching you suck his dick was so fun for him, he'd remember it for the rest of his life. You made eye contact, struggling to take him all the way and choking on his cum. You shed some pretty tears, and Bradley scooped you up into his arms. 

Softly, you asked him, "Will you go down on me?"

He nodded and kissed you softly. Giving girls head was a means to an end. He already got off in your mouth, so he could not believe he was agreeing to this right now. But he undressed you, spread you out on his bed and found that you were soaking wet. 

"Did you get this wet while your mouth was on me?" he asked you, dipping a finger through your folds and opening you up a bit more to his gaze. Jesus, you were so pretty down here too.

"Yes," you gasped when his finger stroked your clit. He put his mouth on you, slid his finger inside and sucked gently. You were moaning so softly, rolling your hips against his mouth in a rhythm that Bradley found addicting in a way he never had before. He removed his fingers and licked a broad stripe slowly from below your opening to above your clit. 

"Bradley!" you yelped and he grinned up at you. 

"You liked that?" he asked as you nodded down at him. He kissed you softly as he whispered, "Tell me you liked it and I'll do it again, Sugar."

"I liked it," you said, your voice breaking on the words. When Bradley did it again, you moaned his name. 

"Tell me how much you like it," he demanded with a devilish grin, licking you again. "Tell me, Sugar."

You just begged, whispering please again, seemingly unable to form any other words as you covered your face with your hands. 

"You sound dumb, baby." He dipped his tongue into you, swirling your moisture until it was all over his face. 

You sounded like you were crying when he put his lips back on your clit, and your hips were rolling harder. You came hard and loud, half laughing and half crying, and Bradley crawled up your body, kissing your sweetness into your mouth. 

After a few minutes, you shuffled yourself under the blankets and curled up next to him, his pants still halfway down his legs. "I've never been able to cum like that before," you whispered, and Bradley grinned as you dozed off. If this is how it would always feel with you, then he wouldn't mind doing it over and over again.

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You went home to shower and change before the Mardi Gras party, and Bradley insisted on walking you there. "You don't have to," you said. "It's broad daylight outside!"

"I want to," he told you, covering your mouth when you tried to protest again. 

"I'll walk back later with Janessa," you told him, promising you wouldn't walk alone. 

Janessa did your makeup in the kitchen. "Glitter?!" you asked, cringing as she swiped some on.

"Stop scrunching your face like that. You'll fit right in this way. Just wait until you see what the other girls are wearing....or not wearing, I suppose," she told you, putting a purple shade on your lips. 

"What are you going to wear?" you asked, trying not to move your lips while she worked. 

"Not much," she said with a shrug. "I'm planning on getting some beads. Wanna borrow something tiny?" 

"Beads? Like flashing the guys?" you asked, suddenly kind of wanting to stay home. 

"Yeah, it's fun. Doesn't mean anything. Except when I flash Tyson... that's going to mean something." Janessa was smirking now. 

Bradley was going to be waiting for you if you didn't show up. You exhaled, saying, "I guess. Give me one of your shirts."

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom and almost laughed. Janessa's shirt was so small, it looked like an oversized sports bra. But at least it had long sleeves. You threw Bradley's sweatshirt on over your outfit, planning on leaving it on for awhile. 

When you and Janessa arrived at the house, it was more packed than you could have ever imagined. There were literally topless girls hanging out on the porch, and you had no idea how the guys weren't getting a noise complaint at the moment. 

"Let's go," Janessa yelled, dragging you inside the house. When you didn't see Bradley right away, you made your way toward the kitchen, hoping he would make it easy for you in this crowd. There were beads flying across the living room and people were standing on the couches. 

You caught some beads before they could hit you in the head and looped them around your neck. "Thanks," you muttered to the guy who threw them as he chanted  Flash us!

When you were practically shoved through the kitchen door, you saw him, sitting on the counter next to Dev and sipping a beer. There were two girls with them, laughing and probably flirting, wearing shirts smaller than the one you had under Bradley's sweatshirt. Your heart sank. 

"Sugar," Bradley said when he saw you, hopping off the counter and shoving past both girls. You didn't know why you felt nervous. As soon as he reached you, he was kissing you right in front of the others. "Hi."

"Beer Boy," you whispered next to his lips, and you watched him smile. 

He pressed his lips to your neck, and you saw both girls eyeing you up with interest. Well, this was a new feeling for you. 

"Let's get you a good beer," he told you. He opened two and handed you one. "Wanna walk around?" 

You laughed. "It's so packed, I don't see how we could walk around.

"We'll manage. Nice shirt, by the way," he said with a smile, tilting his beer toward his own sweatshirt on you. "What you got on underneath?" he asked, licking his lips. 

"Not much," you told him with a smile, knowing he would find out later. 

"Love to hear that," he said, taking your hand and leading you out into the crowd and noise. 

You had to yell to be heard. "Why are there so many guys here tonight? Usually it's mostly girls."

Bradley leaned in closer to you. "We invite guys from other frats to this party every year. Kind of a goodwill gesture. Come for the free beer, stay for the girls," he said with a laugh. "I don't know most of them, so stay close, okay?"

You agreed as he nodded toward the beer pong tables and raised his eyebrows. 

"Yes," you confirmed. Now that you'd gotten so much better, you didn't mind playing in front of a crowd. 

Bradley got your body squared up just like last time, his hands lingering on your hips and sliding up under the sweatshirt. "You know, if you're too warm, we can just take this off...." 

You didn't stop him when he slid the fabric up higher and higher, revealing your bare torso inch by inch. 

"Damn, Sugar. Are you wearing anything under this?" he asked, and you laughed before he finally revealed green fabric. "That's a tiny shirt." He was licking his lips as he looked at your breasts. You'd skipped a bra, and it was so obvious right now. You were afraid everyone was looking at you, but no... just Bradley. 

You almost whimpered as he tossed his sweatshirt into the corner and let his hands rest on your waist.

"Focus, you two!" called a random guy from the other end of the table, and Bradley got you in place again. 

"Just like last time. It's math," he reminded you, taking the first shot and making it into a cup.

You jumped up and down, and his eyes were instantly on your breasts again. 

"God, this is going to be a fun night," he told you. 

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Bradley watched you make two shots in a row, throwing your arms around him in celebration. "We won!" you cheered, and he kissed you hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along your back. 

"You're good at it now." He set the table up again, getting it ready for the next set of opponents to try to beat you. Bradley glanced around the room, every once in a while spotting some bare tits. The Beta guys were handing out liberal amounts of Mardi Gras beads, and he had a few strands in his pocket, but he was planning on giving them all to you. 

He had spotted the gold strand around your neck before. "Where'd you get the beads, Sugar?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

You rolled your eyes. "Some guy threw them at me and then tried to get me to flash him. Idiot did it in the wrong order," you told him with a laugh. 

Bradley laughed as the next pair made their way to the table. "You wanna earn some more beads?" he asked, pulling you against him with a smirk. 

"From you?" you asked. It was so loud, Bradley had to practically read your lips. He nodded in response and almost fell over when you pulled up the bottom of your little crop top, and glancing side to side, revealed your tits to him. Your body was pressed against his pretty good, so he only caught a glimpse, but he smiled so much his cheeks hurt. 

"God damn," he whispered in your ear as you blushed and pulled your shirt back down. He slid one hand inside your shirt and pinched your nipple. Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Bradley kissed your open mouth and looped some purple beads around your neck. 

Then he guided you to the table, acting like he didn't have a semi hard dick when he took the first throw. 

You were getting drunk after the second and third games, dancing around next to him. At one point, he had to guide you closer to the wall, because you were insisting on flashing him again. "Just take all my beads, baby. They are all yours," he promised, adding all of the strands from his pocket to the ones you were already wearing. You were giggling nonstop now and reaching for him. He was planning on taking you upstairs soon. 

Bradley knew Phoebe was out on the porch, and he had spotted Jeff a few minutes ago, but he seemed to be keeping his distance, thankfully. "I need the bathroom," Bradley told you. "I'll be right back."

So Bradley walked away as you started to set up the beer pong table again. You were smiling, and the two of you were on a roll, knocking out all of your opponents. He ran upstairs to his bathroom to pee. When he looked in the mirror, which he hated doing, he actually looked happy. Huh.

He wove his way back through all of the tits and found you standing with your back to him. Some guy he didn't recognize was talking to you, and Bradley wanted to start the next round of pong, but he froze as the guy ran his fingers down your side. 

You didn't back away when he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bradley watched you shake your head, and he clenched his fists. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," you answered, and the guy smiled at you in such a way that Bradley wanted to level him. 

When he touched you again, you stumbled backwards a step and laughed, encouraging this dickhead. 

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked nobody in particular. While he supposed you weren't lying, it made him so angry that you were still chatting with the other guy. The thumping music was starting to make Bradley's head pound. He really needed to get out of this room now, and he wanted to beg you to come with him to the kitchen or his bedroom or outside. Anywhere away from everyone else. 

"Bradley!" called a girl with her naked tits covered in beads. "I haven't seen you in weeks!" He was pretty sure this girl had, until very recently, had her name written on his door.

"What's up?" he asked her, still watching you with most of his attention. 

"Just having fun!" she announced. "I don't know if you remember my name, but it's Willow. Can we go upstairs?" 

"No," he told her softly, letting his eyes dip down to her chest. Her nipples were peeking out between the beads, and he thought for a second that he did remember fucking her. It had been fun. 

"No?" Willow asked, pulling his hands up to her chest. Maybe Bradley had more beer in him than he originally thought, because he was having a hard time processing. She started kissing his cheek, inching toward his mouth as she laughed. 

She kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Bradley sighed, running his fingers aimlessly along her body, stopping at her tits. If you were going to flirt with other guys, why couldn't he do the same? But the thought made him uncomfortable. 

"Wait, no," he managed to say, backing away.

She pouted. "Well can I at least have more beads then?" she asked.

"I gave them all away," he said, turning back to where you were looking thoroughly upset. "To Sugar. Sugar!"

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You were going to throw up. You turned away from Max, a guy you used to tutor in calculus, before you spotted Bradley just across the beer pong table. He had his hands all over a topless girl, and they were kissing. She was reaching for the front of his jeans, and he wasn't doing anything to stop her. You watched Bradley's hand skim over her breasts as if you weren't right here. As if you hadn't just flashed him and let him touch you. As if you meant nothing. 

You wanted to rip his fucking door right off the hinges and throw it out his bedroom window. 

"Sugar!" he called when he turned to face you. But you started walking away, you already had tears in your eyes now, so you swiped them off your cheeks. He wasn't worth crying over, but you couldn't help it. You had feelings for him, after just meeting him last month. You knew how he was, but you let yourself fall anyway. 

You squeezed through bodies, having an easier time of it than Bradley with his bigger form. 

"Sugar!" he called. "Wait!" But you just moved faster until you were out on the front porch. You saw Phoebe, and she gave you a dirty look which just made you want to cry even more. You were such a fucking idiot, you took off down the sidewalk. But out in the open, Bradley caught up to you easily. 

"Talk to me!" he demanded, and you turned around to gape at him. 

"About what? You touching that girl's boobs? Or you shoving your tongue down her throat?" you asked, sobbing a little bit. 

Bradley looked like he was in agony. "Why the fuck did you tell that guy you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because I don't, Bradley! The last guy who asked me out was Jeff, and I told him no!"

"Why were you flirting with him? And letting him touch you?" 

Now your anger was taking over and the sadness was receding. "I wasn't! I told him to stop! You know what, Bradley? You have a lot of nerve. You touched her and kissed her, and you're trying to make me feel bad?"

"Sugar, I didn't-"

"Stop calling me that!" 

Bradley ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I fucked up, but it won't happen again!"

You laughed at him and started walking away again, shivering in the night air with your skin exposed. "No shit, it won't happen again. Lose my number. And repaint your fucking door." 

"Will you listen to me?" he asked, grabbing you by the shoulder to stop you. "I really like you!"

You just shook your head and started crying more. "No, you don't. You think you do. You even made me think you did, but you don't."

"Fuck!" he shouted. "I have never dated anyone before, and I want you to be my girlfriend."

You stood stunned, in the middle of the sidewalk. "No." You turned and walked toward your apartment with Bradley on your heels. "Leave me alone," you told him, wiping your tears away as you went. But he stayed with you until you reached your building. "Will you leave me alone? Please?" you asked, hiccupping. You forced yourself to turn to face him, and when you did, the urge to throw up returned. 

He looked devastated. You had wanted him to be your boyfriend. You really wanted him to want to make it official. And now he had ruined it. He had ruined all of the times he had been so sweet to you. Every memory was going to boil down to this moment for you. 

"I just... needed to make sure you got back safely," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I wouldn't do it again. I would be a good boyfriend." His eyes looked watery, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

"Lose my number. Paint your door." You went inside. 

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Wow.... nice going, Beer Boy. Sugar knew better than to get involved. Gotta thank @mak-32 once again... this fic is for you.

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what goes around... || aespa - uar

uchinaga aeri x reader (M)

warnings: smut for plot (don't expect it to be good), dom!aeri but she takes more than gives. cheating, is it consisdered adultery if she's isnt married?, non linear plot, aeri is sick in the brain and sorta extremely toxic, this isn't the healthiest of relationships, i don't wanna say manipulation but also... HAHA...!! oh! also an unnamed man sorry 'bout that.

A/N: lmk if u want a second part because i may have already written a couple more scenes that don't really fit in this one but still have toxic/cheater aeri PART 2

Synopsis: 'A sick voice rung in your head telling you that he probably couldn't even do something as simple as that.'

word count: 4.2k

“He has a name, you know?” Her words come out stiffly, almost like you’ve struck a dissonant chord in her bones. But you know you haven’t, otherwise why should she be in your bed, with her clothes strewn across your floor, wrapped in your sheets, looking into your eyes?

“I know. But I also know that you don’t care about using his name.” Smiling wolfishly, your hand slides below her waist to cup her bare ass. Aeri's eyebrows lift slightly, disbelieving in the face of your shamelessness - as if she had more shame than you. “Otherwise you’d be gasping it in place of my name.”

You haven’t treaded into this territory before, never was it about actually keeping Aeri to yourself. It was supposed to be a one time thing. But she was just so entirely intoxicating, from the curves of her hips to the lingering scent on your pillows after she stayed a night.

It was all too easy to fall in step with her.

Her eyes darken, deep black oceans thick with an energy you can’t define.

Aeri's eyes disconnect from yours, looking into the darkness between you, then she slithers a hand to your shoulder and firmly pushes you onto your back. Her body follows through with a fluid motion, entrapping your hips between her thighs. The sheet spills off her shoulders and pools around her waist, followed by a press against your ribcage, her thumbs brushing irregularly against the bottom of your breast. You can’t help but ogle. If she weren’t in your bed three out of seven nights a week, you would have been embarrassed to be leering at a woman in the most carnal sense possible.

The energy that had sparked in her eyes transferred to her touch, making the points where her body connected to yours pleasurably tingle.

"Careful, or I just might leave you hot and bothered." The words are husked into your eat before her lips move from your ear down to your neck, sucking a handful of hickeys into your skin.

Cruelty wasn't something you'd been handed throughout your life, but the bruises on your neck showcasing unobtainable desires, made you think of Aeri like a tyrant. A tormentor set to keep you locked in tight.

Not like you wanted to escape anyway.

You let her do what she wants with you, her hands finally coming up to properly fondle your breasts, forcing you to hold back breathless moans. Her mouth descends along your body, only stopping at a nipple to suck it to a hard peak and making you writhe before travelling lower, licking a wet trail down your stomach.

Aeri’s touch was light but tantalising and there was no way you were about to push her away now.

Right before you were about to tangle your fingers into her hair and pull her head closer, she stops with a final lick, right up your inner thigh, then looks up with a devilish smile, her fingers beginning to soak in your wetness.

Your bed was cold tonight. The scent; woody, spicy with a touch of metallicness that made you feel like you had bit your lip and drawn blood every time you kissed her, had begun to fade, and the dip in her side of the bed, where the top sheet usually bunched and twisted from her weight, was no longer present.

Aeri was with him tonight.

Usually you were grateful that they didn't live together, it made this... this thing so much easier for the both of you. You didn't have to see traces of him in your daily life. Not his shoes at the door, keys and wallet on the table. Not his toothbrush by the sink, razor caught with stubble in the blades, 3-in-1 shampoo in the shower rack.

Not his musk on her sheets.

You wouldn't know anyway, she's never asked you over to her apartment, she always showed up at yours. You only realised that they didn't live together when she asked you to drive her to an unfamiliar apartment block before one of your escapades, giving you the dirtiest smile you'd ever seen stretched on her lips before leisurely walking into the building then back out five minutes later with a pair of heels, her signature YSL lipstick and one of her baseball caps. LA Dodgers, navy blue. She had mentioned in passing she'd left it with him a week before.

As soon as you got to your apartment, you harshly caged her between yourself and the back of the sofa without checking if you even locked the door properly.

Sometimes you pondered the thought that he didn't even know she liked women the way she did; contemplated the excuses she gave him to show up at your door so often, snarky smile plastered on her face, pushing you back into your apartment.

Sometimes you wondered if she liked to remind you that he existed, just to get a kick out of your rougher touches.

Aeri bled into your life so seamlessly you didn't even realise she was obscuring your vision. It used to be you, your career, your friends. No more, no less. And you liked it, it was simple, easy. In your mind it wasn't a lack of connection, no, but an addition of time for yourself. Life was so much better when you didn't have to please someone else.

Still, you find yourself seeking her out.

The first time it was because you were stressed and pent-up. The club you were in was bright enough to make out her figure, even from across the bar and half a dance floor away. Her body swayed in time with the beat with practiced ease, sensuality in a field of chaos. It had taken you two minutes to walk up to her, and another six before she was backing herself into a bathroom stall, greedily stealing kisses from your lips.

The first time, it felt like taking a deep breath of air after diving into a swimming pool, the snap of the starting pistol firing and a pressure in your ears.

You found that you liked discovering things about Aeri. You were quick to find out her favourite drink - raspberry vodka, the faint taste latching onto your tongue as you licked into her mouth; the noises she created when you nipped against the skin of her neck, leaving a trail of red marks but not enough to bruise into hickeys. That was for her to handle, not you, never you.

And it was just so easy to lust for her.

That's why it bothered you tonight - that they didn't live together, that she never let you in her apartment. It was a malicious little thought, burrowing into your conscious, a little weevil that multiplies before you can catch it and squish it between your thumb and fingers. If she just let you over to her apartment, even just once, maybe he'd notice. Maybe you'd have a real chance with Aeri and it'd be your shoes at the door, your toothbrush by the sink, your shampoo (never 3-in-1) in the shower rack.

Rolling away from the empty side of the bed, you stared numbly at the ceiling instead. The morning sun flickered through the gap in your blinds, a slit of golden splashed across the white of the ceiling and spreading to the - just as empty - walls. Then you took a deep breath and decided to get ready for work.

Now wasn't the time to think about her.

The fifth time she had pushed through your doorway, the fifth time both of your clothes were thrown to your floor and forgotten about, Aeri had accidentally fallen asleep in your bed after one too many rounds.

She looked different asleep. More... peaceful, less perfidious.

The tips of her bunny teeth just visible in her parted mouth as she softly snores. It didn't bother you like you thought it might. It wasn't like the heavy snores of your father that you could hear three doors away in your childhood bedroom.

You already knew at that point. Aeri had breathlessly let slip that, 'Your tongue is better than his.' last time you were in between her legs, holding her hips down. Continuing to lick up her slit, you assumed she was just speaking about an ex. Your nose hit her swollen clit and she let out a languid groan, her firm thighs squeezing so hard they create a pressure seal with your ears; once again underwater, in need of oxygen before your lungs burn. It urged you onwards, despite the discomfort of her strength.

Sliding your hands from holding her hips down to underneath her, you palmed her ass and pulled her even closer, if that was possible. Her slick was driving you crazy, you'd been addicted since the first time you went down on her, licking and lapping like a dehydrated mutt. At least Aeri liked it messy that way, her hands finding purchase on the back of your skull and pushing you deeper into her, forcing your nose to hit her clit every time you flick your tongue through her folds.

She roughly tugged on your hair and keened upwards, a quickly learnt indication that she was close. Then another couple words broke from her lips, accompanied with a moan. By her cadence you knew it wasn't purposeful, an admission you didn't expect. 'Fuck, I'll break up with him if you keep doing that.'

For a heartbeat you hesitated, tongue shoved in her cunt, hands gripping her butt cheeks - probably leaving red marks, for the first and the last time - and raised your eyebrows so that you could look up at Aeri. Your hesitation doesn't go unnoticed and she looks back at you, her eyes blown out and taking heavy breaths. It doesn't even take you a second to register that there isn't a trace of guilt on her face, not a single remorseful twitch of her lip or a shameful shade of pink on her cheeks. Just a mix of lust and urgency; all for you.

Her words should have freaked you out, it wasn't your intention to ever aid someone with cheating, you thought you had a strong moral compass.

Then Aeri let out an impatient whine, scratched your scalp with her acrylics and your head went blank. Instead of pulling away, doing the right thing and stopping whatever this... thing you had going with her, you slowly moved back to her cunt and found her clit, giving it a harsh suck. A sick voice rung in your head telling you that he probably couldn't even do something as simple as that.

And by Aeri's reaction - almost a screech, her nails piercing into your scalp with how hard she clenches her hand and her heels uncomfortably burying into your shoulder blades, he clearly couldn't. The thought send a heat straight to your core and the boyfriend issue was no longer an issue.

He wasn't an issue when Aeri was dozing in your bed either.

It felt like every time you saw her another line was crossed, further into a mess you couldn't keep up with. Waking up with her warmth of her body seeping into your own felt right, natural even, when it was so obviously wrong. She had rolled over, her head slotting between your shoulder and neck, and let out a small sigh of content.

Times like this felt like she was dating you, not him.

Aeri had been gone for a month now. Your phone was silent, save for your parents checking up on you and a text or two from your friends trying to organise another group activity. You hadn’t answered any of them, not when the person you most wanted any sort of contact from wasn’t around.

It’s like she didn’t even have your number.

Or deleted it.

The possibility made your stomach writhe with unease but you never initiated a thread of messages to find security that she still wanted this... wanted you. It wasn't your problem, this was just a casual thing, she could cut ties and it wouldn't matter to you. It shouldn't matter to you; you weren't her partner.

Instead of thinking about it, you drowned yourself in work. If you were making good money and keeping yourself physically healthy then it’d all be okay.

You find yourself opening your apartment door at 11:30pm on a Wednesday night, sweatpants and oversized shirt on, ready for bed. It was unexpected for her to be standing there, signature snarky smile smeared across her lips. But then again, Aeri never did what was expected when it came to you. That's why you weren't surprised that after a month of not seeing her, she had gained a tan and had a healthy glow on her cheeks.

Though, it didn't stop the weevil from starting to burrow again. It bothered you. She had been with him for the past month, no forewarning, no midst-warning.

Perhaps this was your aft-warning.

Your scan of Aeri continued, down her body. You can't deny that she looks good. She always looks good, it's your weakness. Today she was adorned in a striped white tank top to her denim shorts, then lagging on her left hand which perfected the folded hem of the shorts, you force back a restless impulse to reach out for it; a silver ring with a white diamond pressed to the centre.

Your stomach revolted against its lining.

“Back so soon?” You come up with instead, not wanting to make a scene only halfway inside your apartment. To be honest, you didn't really want to acknowledge it anyway, it just made you feel guilty for the first time in this entire engagement - yours, not his. By a miracle, your voice is steady and confident.

Aeri just continues to smile at you, ignoring your slight dig at the lack of communication over the past month, but you know that she’s taken note of where your eyes have lingered. Then she presses her left hand to your chest and pushes you back into your apartment. "I missed you."

You crumble under her touch, her sweet whispers, it’s only natural; it’s what she’s conditioned you to do. Aeri makes it to your bedroom before you're reminded of the rock on her finger and you stop her. You know she didn't really miss you, just what you can do for her, and along with your newfound guilt, a sense of shame settles in your chest.

“Wait, no. We need to talk about this.” You find her hand, pinching the ring in between your fingers. It shimmies up her finger, loosening. The room is silent and the tension starts to thicken like cornstarch in gravy. Aeri, thankfully, waits for you to speak first.

The words you look for don’t appear on your tongue like you’d hoped, instead you make do with flustered chuckle before turning away from Aeri to look at your bookshelf. Feeling nervous in front of her was new. She could be intimidating but she’d never pushed you to do something you didn't already want. You felt lost, like you were stuck in a maze where she was simultaneously the prize at the centre and the chainsaw-wielding-murderer chasing after you. The tension in the room is still there, gaining a static silence that you needed to break before it broke you.

“What are we doing anymore?” Although your voice is small, it’s too loud for the silence in the room. The drapes rustle against your window, the only movement allowed since she had left a month prior.

Aeri shuffles behind you until you can feel her body heat and her breath fanning out on your shoulder. Then she pries your hand open so that she can fit her own between your fingers. The ring is cold and it almost stings your skin. She gives a tug so that you’ll look at her.

You don’t meet her eyes. You would cave or cry; or do anything and everything you shouldn't.

“We’re having fun.” The tone of her voice indicates a smile and it makes your insides swirl with uncertainty. “Okay?”

She pushes back into your space, quickly skirting around you and going in for a kiss, but you step back out of her range. It’s not okay. Your head unconsciously shakes and you move further away, following a path over to your bed and sitting down.

“He proposed?”

Aeri closes the distance between you again. Even in your own room you can't escape her. “Mmhpf. He did.”

“You said yes.” It’s not a question.

“I said yes.”

Taking a deep breath you look into her eyes. “Then why are you here with me?”

“You give better head.” Aeri chirps, her smile turning smarmy.

The answer irked you. Maybe you were reading into this more than you usually would. “I think we should stop this.”

"Why?" Her tone is flooded with careless arrogance and she wraps her arms around your neck as she straddles your lap. Cocking her head to the side, Aeri pecks your lips before you even have a chance to think about anything other than how close she is.

You can feel yourself coiling back around her finger, even if there's a ring on it, just from the subtle grind of her hips against yours. Aeri's voice acts like a sedative, husky and low against your ear, but you can tell she's beginning to get irritated with your obtuse behaviour. "You were ecstatic to be three fingers wide, two knuckles deep in me last time I saw you, what changed?"

It takes you three beats before you shepherd your thoughts away from her body on yours and what you could do with her if you just rolled over. Knowing Aeri, she'd let you do whatever you wanted as long as it got her off. But that wasn't the time for that, especially when you can see the ring glinting in the slither of light coming in between your bedroom blinds.

"Stop," Your hands find her shoulders and you peel her away, enough that you're no longer tempted. "You're engaged now. That's what changed."

Aeri stares at you deeply and you struggle to find any sorts of emotions in her eyes. Her hands come to grip your own and she roughly pries them off her shoulders. "Like you cared about that a month ago." She rolls her hips again, drawing a half-stifled moan from you.

“This... this thing,” She hisses, her face entirely too close to yours. “Feels good. So I’m not stopping.”

'This thing'.

It was what you were referring to it as the whole time too. Just a thing, not an affair, hidden relationship, fling, entanglement; not anything but a thing. It bubbles up out of you and you're finally sick of it. You press a hand against her stomach, forcing her hips to stop rocking. “For god’s sake, call it what it is, Aeri. You’re cheating on him. You’re having an affair.”

Her face scrunches up into a ball of disgust. Clearly confrontation wasn’t her thing. You’d never snapped at her before either. Or even objected to anything she had asked of you.

"It's not an affair," Aeri rolls her eyes, trying to placate you by rubbing her hands up and down your arms in smooth strokes. "I'm not married to him."

Your innards burn when you lock eyes with her, not in the familiar way it did when you were with her. That riles you up. You have to fully push her off your lap and onto the bed to stand up in frustration. "Fuck me, Aeri. You know exactly what I mean and you're being an asshole about it."

“Fine." She grits out, her voice filling with equal amounts of frustration. "I’m cheating on my boyfriend.”

“Fiancé.” You correct. “Fiancé.”

Aeri’s admittance doesn’t make you feel any better. The tension in the room hasn’t ease and the silence has fallen again. You wished you didn’t say anything and you were in bed with her instead. But here you were, both of you glaring at each other while the time plods along slowly.

"I still don't understand why you're making a big deal of this now. You were perfectly happy fucking me when he was my boyfriend." She settles into your bed, already making herself at home. Lazily, Aeri begins to take off her socks, chucking one, then the other somewhere in your room. "Did you grow a backbone in the last couple weeks?"

Every time she opened her mouth, Aeri seemed to dig her nails into your psyche a little deeper. Your jaw clenches in defiance as you watch her shuffle off her denim shorts, letting you see her long, sculpted legs without barrier. "Hurry up and fuck me while you're jealous." She snickers for a moment before lying back on your bed to wait. "It's better when you're like that."

Watching Aeri lie back on your bed like she owned it and everything else in your room, felt like a slap to the face. Everything you’ve done to please her, right at that moment, burnt up. Flash paper to a lighter, leaving only a trace of smoke in the air.

"Out." You blurt before you'd registered it.

Aeri freezes on the bed before turning to look at you, a half-amused, half-impressed expression on her face. She opens her mouth to say something, but you beat her to it.

"Choose me or him; and if it's him, get out."

You can hear the click of Aeri’s teeth as she shuts her mouth. Then slowly, she takes a deep breath and lies back down, just as regally as she had before.

Oddly enough, that didn’t make your blood boil, or make you seethe at the sight. The tightness in your body subsides as you breathe, taking a couple steps back to the bed. She was slowly coiling back around you and you couldn't stop yourself.

In any other situation, with any other person, you would have kicked them out, stopped it right then. In any other situation, you wouldn't even be in this mess - not feeling depraved over someone unavailable, not shutting down at the sight of lace moulded over hips you longed to touch.

But this was Aeri. You were long past dependancy and the month spent without her was your own purgatory. Karma's a bitch.

“Is that your choice?” You breathe out, the words creeping past your lips. “Me?”

Aeri lets out an unhappy sounding grunt, then lifts her hips off the bed. Her fingers find the waistband of her panties and she slides them down her legs, not without giving you a little show along the way. "Just, ah- hurry up." Her voice dips into dangerous territory, sensual and intoxicating, just the way she always is when she desires something that she doesn't want to outright ask for.

Its the same as always and that's what makes you hesitate. Your head hasn't stopped pounding since Aeri knocked on your door with that damned ring. A thickness forms in your throat, only allowing half a breath in, before your knees tap the side of your bed. Her woody scent overtakes your senses again, and you find it not only harder to breathe but also to think about anything other than Aeri's luxurious smile facing you. Your words get caught at the forefront of your mouth, grappled to your tongue, pricked with nettles that she'd make you swallow.

She can sense your hesitation, cutting you off before you even have a chance to protest. "Do you want me to tell you that I need you? That he means nothing to me and you're all I want between my legs?" Pushing some hair out of her face, Aeri shimmies further up the bed, spreading her legs to illustrate her point. So that you can't imagine any different.

"I can do that for you. If you want."

It was all wants and needs; that was the basis of this escapade. Frivolous and performative, never reaching further down into the pits of your feelings. Or at least, that's what you had believed before she had blipped from your life for a month, leaving you not only physically naked in the lukewarm spillage of sunrise through the gap in your curtains, but also bare to the emotions you buried deeper and deeper every time you saw Aeri.

Guilt; for keeping this from someone important enough to marry. Jealousy; for knowing that that specific someone was in your way of unobstructed completeness with her. Humiliation; for you'd let yourself crave for her when she didn't crave you in that same way. That you'd been bested by someone that can't even make her squirm the way you can.

Aeri reaches for you, grasping the collar of your shirt and tugging you close enough that all you could perceive was her, her lips pushing against yours like the tide covering the sandy beaches she'd surely been tanning at a day or two before.

And that was enough to let yourself go again, letting the weevil burrow until it hit your weak spot, filling your mind with images of her writhing below your touch. Just when you thought you had gained a sensibility in her presence she once again rewrites your thoughts with a flick of her tongue against your lips.

When Aeri left the next morning, you were no closer to learning the answer than you had been when you proposed it. Just an emptiness in your sheets, replenished with her scent, the touch of metallicness indistinguishable from the dried blood on your lips that she had bit the night before.

A/N: points to whoever guesses who aeri’s bf is

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You wished you knew what happened to them all after they started sparing. Or in Akaza's and Tengen's case actually fighting after purposely antagonizing him. The two hissing at each other and snarling out. Honestly you couldn't even tell who was winning because most of the fight was UNDER the water with them randomly popping up every few seconds either splashing up huge waves or showing themselves punching, or Akaza having Tengen in a headlock or some other thing 

Actually it was Kanae who once again took action after a particular shark mer shouted out-

"KANAE!! ARE YOU FUCKING WATCHING!?" Somehow he had gotten himself free from the deadpanned Giyuu and now held the bored merman in a choke hold of his own looking hopefully at the pink eyed woman. "I'm dedicating this win to you!"

Her pretty face quickly turned to a frown and she had enough. Reaching out to grab the window and slam it back shut with surprisingly enough strength to shake the glass panes. The loud THUD from the window had everyone aside from Tengen and Akaza still clawing and biting at each other to give pause, looking up just as the curtains were harshly drawn. 

"I am at my limits! This has gone too far! I explained it to him how many times?!," Kanae muttered to herself turning around and beginning to stomp off towards the door. "I'm going to go work off some stress and make everyone lunch! Let them all sort themselves out!"

Everyone flinched as the door was thrown open and Kanae stomped out of sight. The footfalls echoing away heading towards assembly the kitchen area before everyone looked at one another. You exchanged looks with Mitsuri before slowly turning to Shinobu, mouth opening-

"Don't worry about her." Shinobu didn't look the least bit bothered waving a hand. "She needs to blow off the stress anyways. Why don't you just try to relax and get some rest. Today's already been pretty exciting for you wasn't it?"

"I-..Well maybe I should on them first?" You gave a glance at the window. "To make sure they're alright?"

"Don't give them anymore attention." She shook her head no firmly. "You'll just be feeding into Tengen's 'fantastic' ideas and who knows what the gems for brains will do next?"

Actually...After that whole scary chase sequence and sudden kiss attack (which you were NOT blushing remembering!) you think you had better let everyone cool down and maybe take a stand back...Yeah. that's probably the better idea. So you followed Shinobu's advice no matter how difficult it was, and busied yourself with just going back to read the book. Who knows? It might have more helpful information. 

However you had a hard time sleeping that night. There was some kind of..low humming along with the wind. It started out as some kind of low baritone but then pitched up to a few high notes. It almost sounded like a wind chime was ringing alongside the deep humming of a horn. A strange mixture to be sure, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was more annoying than anything since you didn't fall asleep for at least an hour. 

The next day was when you were sure going to be interesting. You really hadn't seen your friends in so long and was wondering if they were ok. You wanted to really go out and see how they were but shortly after you woke up there was another meeting with all of you courtesy of Kanae. The Kocho girl had pushed in the door startling both you and Koyuki as she practically forced her way in and carried a large black slate with white chalk, with more of that fish soup(yuck) and some bread. At least there was something else to wash it down with. Again Kanae was careful in making sure no one else was around before setting down the chalkboard. 

"Alright. I think I have most everything figured out, but because you're new we need to clue you in " she explained already drawing a sixth stick figured next to the five ones already present.

"Where's the others?" The only ones here were you, Kanae, and Koyuki but Koyuki was still fast asleep. 

"Mitsuri is keeping Obanai busy. He's decided to help himself inside again, and my sisters are out gathering more herbs to make it look normal."

"Good idea." You looked back down to the chalkboard between you two trying not to jostle your shoulder which was still extremely more too much. "Clue me in here." You motioned towards the stick figures and the mini drawings around them.

She nodded looking focused. "In about a week the tides rise and the current near here is strongest! Because of the abundance of wildlife during these hours, they usually all go out hunting for most of the night. All we need is a good few hours of a strong current and we can be on land."

"What do we do when we get back to land?"

"We'll figure that out when we get there. Right now the problem is getting onto land." The chalk made a small line as she circled the stick figures and what looked like a crudely drawn window.  "We found enough pillows to stuff under our blankets to make it look like we're just sleeping in." In case of Obanai you supposed. "We'll wait until they're all gone and climb through the back window. It's on the side of the house not facing the beach so they won't see us if we go that way."

"Good idea! But where's the boat exactly?" 

Her voice dropped to almost a whisper as she quickly glanced at the locked door before looking back to you. "It's just up the beach nearly on the far side, but we know a short cut to get there through the woods. We found a few oars in case we need to paddle our way there." She pointed out a crudely drawn boat.

"Sounds good, but what do we do in the meantime?" 

"Act as we always do. If they don't suspect anything, then we can have a better chance of escaping." Her smile came back a little bit looking at the board.. before her hand wiped across the black smearing the white away and erasing any existence of their plan. 

"Oh, wow." 

"I know! I thought about this a lot-"

"No. I can see why Sanemi fell for you." Pink eyes blinked up to kind f/c orbs as you smiled. "You're really pretty when you smile! I can see why he might like you."

She stared at you longer before frowning and looking back down to the slate. "I don't care. I want to go home. N-Not spend the rest of my days being hounded by a shark. I don't care how many times he tries to serenade me."

You paused in the middle of taking a bite of your bread to look at her. "What?"

"Ugh. He does it every other day. You wouldn't know only being here for four days. He just sits on the beach and starts singing, and he always looks like he's after my approval or something! He never goes away unless I say it's nice O-Or I'm too tired!" Her face turned into a pretty pour as she grumpily gestured at nothing. "Who does he think I am? I'm not some girl who he can just woo into his arms and-"

"Oh that's cute." Her face snapped to your smirk so fast that her head might've popped off if it wasn't attached to her neck. "You so like him."

"WHAT?!" Immediately her face lit up a pink and you laughed. 

"Oh come on. I didn't know that I was being flirted with before because I knew absolutely nothing about mermaids." The bread was pointed right at her. "But I'm certainly an expert on detecting human emotions."

"Yes? A-And how w-would you kn-kn-know that?!"

"I'm a florist. Do you know how many people bought flowers from me?" Your deadpanned brows rose higher at her face which mysteriously started to go a pink. "How many couples have come in looking for flowers for their crushes?" A bite was taken out of the breath making your voice slightly muffled. "How many weddings I did arrangements for? I've seen so many people in love, that I know it when I see it."

Her mouth opened up and no noise came out..Her head shook before she frowned harder. "I-I am not!"

"Uh. Stuttering, blushing, hardcore denial.." You swallowed. "Not to mention we all saw the way you watched Sanemi tussle with Giyuu the other day. Can't say I blame you. A nice beefy shark man, all soft for only you."

"S-Stop!"

You laughed as she hid her face in her hands, it went from pink to red. "Come on. Every girl dreams of being serenaded by moonlight. That's like the most romantic thing a guy could do other than coming to you on a pure white stallion." You grinned wider. "He's outside right now you know. I bet he'd be really happy to know that you like him-"

"My god's! If you say anything about this, then I won't treat you anymore!"

"Aha!" You pointed at her frowning face. "You aren't denying it!"

"Let's just get back to what's really important!" She quickly changed the subject grabbing the chalkboard off the floor as you snickered. "S-So you know what this entails?"

You decided to cut her a break and stop teasing her no matter how amusing it was. "Yes. I understand perfectly. But do you have anything else besides fish soup? It tastes bitter."

You were about to answer but a noise from up the hallway caused you both to whip to the door wide eyed. Quickly you snatched the chalkboard on the floor and shoved it under your knees to hide it, shoving Kanae's hand still holding the chalk as she flinched. Hiding it in one of her dress sleeves before the door slid open and you nearly fainted on sight. Right there. Standing in the doorway. Was A GIANT NAGA!! His human half looked about normal height as he stuck his head in. A mess of choppy black hair swaying messily from his head, and a mitch match of green-yellow slitted eyes narrowed on the inside. You couldn't see most of his body thanks to the black cloak hanging from him, the white scarf tied around his neck, and some kind of homemade mask slapped over half his face. 

His eyes narrowed more at the both of you before he pointed. "Why was this the only door closssed in the house?"

Good lord if his voice didn't send a fearful shiver down your back. You could see why Kanae was so careful around him. However she only turned to him with a polite smile. 

"Hello, Obanai. I was just giving Y/n her food." She gestured to the bread you were thankfully still holding. "We want her to feel comfortable with that wound on her shoulder you know."

"That still doesn't tell me why the door'sss closed?"

"What are you? A pervert?!" 

Kanae looked at you wide eyed and the snake snapped an annoyed look at you. "And what is that supposed to mean?!" He demanded.

You did your best to look very annoyed and pointed accusingly to him. "She has to check my bandages which I remind you are on my back! I'm supposed to just leave the door open so you can peek at me?!" His expression went shocked quickly- "WHAT KIND OF PERVERTED SNAKE ARE YOU?!"

"I-I'M NOT!! IT'S JUST-" He sputtered wide eyed but ducked as you harmlessly threw your bread at him. 

"GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I GET TENGEN ON YOU, YOU SLIMEY SERPENT!!"

THUNK!!

Obanai rammed face first into the doorframe in his way to try to get away. His eyes rolled a bit dizzy before he shook his head-

"GET OUT!!"

"M'sorrymsorry-" 

He jumped, quickly slithering away from the doorway and you both saw a massive black and white stripped tail before the rest disappeared from sight. There was a pause before Kanae sighed again and turned back to you. 

"Nice save."

"I just thought of the quickest excuse I could think of. Seemed like a good enough one."

She smiled wider at you. "Well try to eat  for now. I'll discuss more with you later when I get a chance to chat normally."

You nodded as she stood up to leave and turned back to your bowl of soup still on the floor. And sighed. Too bad you threw your bread, but food was food you guessed. Kanae smiled as she slowly walked out of the room and into the hallway. Obanai was no where to be seen so that means Y/n's scare tactic worked in driving him off at least. She settled on heading towards her room (or temporary room as she wouldn't be staying here for long) and starting on sewing those few extra pillows together for dummies come the night  

"Kanae!," a woman's voice called out followed by a series of rapidly approaching footsteps. She paused in her steps and turned around to the sight of Mitsuri speed walking towards her waving a hand. "Wait up!"

"What is it?"

She skidded to a stop in front of her and looked excited about something. "You're never going to believe this! Obanai gave me something really important!"

Her face dropped. "Mitsuri, you know that we can't accept anything or else-"

"I know, I know. But it's not for me. It's for you! TADA!!" Her hand was thrusted up and held out a familiar shape. "Obanai was gonna give it to you before he left but for some reason he was in a hurry or he asked me to give it to you instead!"

"Obanai got a gift? For me?"

 Why would the serpent do that? Was he trying to court her now because Mitsuri kept saying no? Or was he trying to butter up Mitsuri by getting gifts for her friends? Maybe he was hoping Kanae would help him out with Mitsuri if he flattered her enough?

Her pretty pink braids swayed as she shook her head. "It's not so much a gift as he was just returning something of yours." 

She again nudged what was in her hand at her. A familiar sight of a small clippy was in her hand, in the unmistakable shape of a green and pink butterfly. Pink eyes widened greatly looking between her and the clippy- Mitsuri held it further towards her and she slowly took it, hands shaking. It felt heavy yet light in her hands. The usual shiny outside dirty from sand and other dirt catching onto it, but it looked generally unharmed. 

"My clip." A bright smile broke into her face as she clutched it to her and beamed. "Our father gave us these, but I lost one when they-...H-How did he find this?"

"Oh it wasn't him." Mitsuri corrected not registering for the reaction she would soon receive next from her correction. "Sanemi found it actually!"

Her face. Dropped. And goodness being sapped away like a cloth slowly wiping up water from a spill. "..What?"

She nodded happily. "Yeah! He wanted Obanai to give you it since he can't move on land! Isn't that so sweet!" She gushed in light of the new emotion crawling over Kanae's face. "He went through all the trouble just to give it back to you. Isn't that-"

She blinked as a formed walked past her, slightly bumping into Mitsuri on her way down the hall and towards the still open front door. You had just stood up holding the bowl your soup had been in, and on your way to drop it off in the kitchen. Maybe there was more bread there or some fresh water to wash down the bitter taste of sardines away. Your feet had barely taken two steps-

"Is this some kind of sick joke to you?!"

You paused in your walking. Koyuki startled awake with a soft snort, blinking tired pink eyes and swaying messy black hair as she sat up. 

"No really?! Is this just some kind of sick reverse phycology where you think I'm going to fall for you!? Oh yes! I'm surely going to fall for you after you returned my clippy. Nevermind it's your fault I lost it in the first place!"

That sounded like Kanar. A much more angry version of Kanae.

"What's going on?," Koyuki asked as you passed by her to peer out the window to the beach.

Kanae was there. Her back was towards you so you couldn't see her face, but her hands were clenched and her arms gestured wildly. In the ocean in front of her was a few mermaids which included Kyojuro lounging in a shallow part of the water, and the Sanemi guy. All were looking shocked and wide eyed at the wildly gesturing woman as she continued her tirade.

"When are you going to get it through your head!? I DON'T LOVE YOU!! I don't even like you!!" Her hand pointed directly at the wide eyed shark mer. There was no mistaking who she was talking about. "No matter what you do! No matter what you try! I will NEVER love you! I DONT WANT YOU!! I WANT TO GO HOME!! AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY THIS IS MY HOME!! THIS IS NOT MY HOME!! THIS IS A PRISON EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU KEEP US TRAPPED BECAUSE  A L L OF YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND THAT WE DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU ALL!!"

You could only stare wide eyed and speechless at what you silently witnessed. If you had looked behind you, then you would've seen Koyuki sporting a similar reaction to what she was hearing.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU ALL! WHY CAN'T YOU ALL JUST LEAVE US ALONE ALREADY!?"

Her form turned and ran back towards the home to which you strained your neck to watch her from the window for as long as you could become you couldn't see her anymore. Koyuki jumped when a loud sound of a door slamming shut signaled her arrival back inside. Without thinking about it your feet jogged up to the door, at the same time rapid footsteps ran up the hall. 

"KANAE?!" 

If she heard your voice then she didn't react to you. Only continuing past you as you leaned out the doorway in time to catch a glimpse of her form disappearing up the stairs at the end of the hall. A loud slamming of a second door echoing  throughout the house. There was a pause as silence resumed..And then the distant soft sounds of loud crying filtered through the air and softly sprinkled down onto everyone's ears. 

Still reeling with shock, Mitsuri approached the stairs gingerly and quietly. Her footfalls barely making a sound as her guilty face stared upwards. "Kanae?" Her voice did not reach her ears making a heavy guilt weigh in her chest. "..Oh me and my big mouth. This is all my fault."

"Don't say that." She jumped turning to monotone f/c eyes as they also stared up in the direction of the loud sobs. "This isn't any of your faults. I know how she feels, and it can't be easy for anyone."

"Oh. What are we going to do?"

"...You go up there and see if you can calm her down." A head turned. F/c eyes narrowing at the door. "I'll just step outside and make sure everything is okay out there."

A gathering of mers outside in distress and argument did not notice the small figure step outside or open the door. Did not see her stomp up towards the shore's edge. Didn't see her scoop up a fist of wet sand in her hand and reel back her good shoulder. Until looked up-

SPLAT!! 

"Now that I got all of your attention- PAY ATTENTION OR ELSE!"

[that-tmr-girl]

Safe Word Series {Part 5}

Descriptions of vaginal sex, safe word, fluff

Nobody will ever understand how much she means to me. Absolutely nobody. I’m typically closed off. I hate getting emotional and showing weakness. I never cry in front of others and always make sure to be courageous, no matter the circumstance.

With Y/N though, it's just different. It’s like I can actually be who I am. I can show her more of myself. I can laugh with her until my face hurts and let my tears fall on her shoulder. I can give her soft kisses and whisper how much I love her. I can hug and spin her around the second I get out of the maze. I can do anything with her. I give her every piece of who I am and always make sure she knows she can do the same.

I like doing things for her. I’d do anything to see her smile, anything at all. She's my world, and I can't imagine living without her. I don't even want to try. I’m pretty sure I would actually be sick if I did.

I love her. Basically since I met her, I have been drawn to her. I always knew that she would become my world, and now I can without a doubt say that she's my everything.

The thing is I’m sometimes not that gentle in the bedroom. I didn't mean to be, but I get carried away. To be fair though, nobody's ever seen her when she cums. Her eyes roll back to her head, and she arches her back and can't even make a sound. Her breathing starts getting raspy, and she just let's go. To be totally honest, I’ll sometimes be so focused on her face that I almost forget to pull out. That’s how nice she looks.

With her under me, I kept thrusting in and out of here. With my hands on her shoulders, I held her down. Moaning my name, she got that same look on her face. Increasing my pace, I pulled out and slammed into her again. Breaking, she threw her head back as she came.

Pulling out, I came on her thighs.

I wasn't done though. Not yet.

Aligning myself with her entrance, I started quickly pushing into her again. The bed creeked under her. With my grip on her shoulders, I made it so she couldn't move. I just wanted to keep going. I had to.

“S-stop,”She sputtered out. Swiftly pulling out, I took my arms off of her shoulders.

She was breathing heavily but not the way she usually does. Her eyes were shut as small tears dripped down her beautiful face.

Taking my hands, I wiped them away from her cheeks with my thumb. Kissing her temple, I whispered apologies. Nodding her head, she shut her eyes as she cupped my face. Softly brushing her lips over mine, she slowly pulled away after a moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,”I repeated.

“It's okay. You didn't mean to,”She whispered.

Getting up, I threw on a pair of my boxers before getting her a pair of underwear, along with her favorite loose button up shirt that she always insisted on stealing.

Walking back to her, I slowly but swiftly pulled them up her legs. Groaning a little, she winced as I pulled them to her waist.

“I’m sorry,”I repeated, kissing her lower stomach. When she let out a deep breath I carefully pulled her arms through my shirt. Buttoning a few in the middle, I made it so her chest and some of her lower stomach wasn't exposed. Nodding her head, she then turned on her side. With her arms out, she silently asked me to hold her.

Laying next to her, I carefully pulled her on top of me. Resting her head on my shoulder, she slowly intertwined our legs. Rubbing circles on her waist, I held her as gently as I was capable of.

“I love you. I have always loved you,”I promised.

Pressing her lips to my neck, I was able to feel her smile against my skin. Running my fingers down her spine, I kissed her forehead as I kept whispering soft words. Curling her arms to her chest, she kept her face buried in my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I listened to her slowly fall asleep in my arms.

“I’m sorry. I really am, and I hope you know that you'll always be my everything,”I whispered. Even though she obviously couldn't respond, she buried her face in my neck a little more, giving me hope that she knew how much she means to me, even when unconscious.

[balkanradfem]

So I wrote about my fun with fall chores, but left out another important aspect of my life; losing my mind without laptop or internet. Even though I'm usually not online a lot, I would at least have all my nancy drew games, stardew valley, and a whole lot of podcasts and audiobooks to listen to at my disposal. Now, nothing.

I had a song stuck in my head and couldn't listen to it. It was devastating. Then I remembered, my ancient little phone actually could function as a radio, if I put headphones in. And the song I wanted, sometimes played on the radio. So off I went to listen to the radio!

Radio music is awful and horrible. I fail to understand how anyone can listen to so many aggressively heterosexual songs. I was dying by the time Chappell Roan came on. At one point, I kid you not, Blurred lines played! I yelled and shut down the radio and then continued yelling. In 2024???

It took me a day to realize that my phone actually had a record button. Which meant I could record music and then just have it permanently saved on it. I was both delighted and hit with nostalgia. I haven't pirated a song by recording it from the radio in 20 years. I remember doing it on my cassette player as a kid! And now my phone had the pre-installed ancient piracy tool. They used to make such good stuff.

I had to listen to radio for 2 days to get my two lesbian songs and to finally get the song stuck in my head (it was Too Sweet. I'm basic shut up). I made a playlist and called it gay and was finally free from the radio. Even though wanting to listen to a song and then waiting for 2 days for it to come on on the radio is such a pre-internet struggle, the joy when it finally came on was incredible. I was squealing jumping woooing laughing. It was almost like a quest in a video game; the more effort it takes, the stronger the satisfaction. 

I realized how isolated and small I felt without the internet, just listening to the radio. Every person I know here is heterosexual, and I found myself cut off from community, it became difficult to feel normal. Listening to a lesbian song on the radio was all I had; I knew other gay people were listening, it was a joint activity. I wasn't all alone.

I sometimes wonder if the straight people are hearing it and if they understand what its about. I remember when 'Take me to church' played in the car, I would scan everyone's faces carefully, to see if they understood, if they agreed, if they knew that was anti homophobia playing on the radio. But there was never a reaction. I would then remember that most people here don't speak english, and even if they understood a few words, they don't bother to understand a song from the radio. It's fully possible they're listening 'Hot to go' imagining its a heterosexual song, regardless of how funny that is. Imagine a woman writing a song to get a guy to sleep with her. In what world. 

Looking back, most of my internet endeavors were about finding gay stuff online, first it was gay anime, then fanfiction, and then I got drawn to tumblr in the era where gayness was celebrated and strongly encouraged. I felt safe here! And that was all before I even knew I was a lesbian. And now I wonder, is it endlessly painful and unsurvivable to be a lone gay person without any community? If I waited two days next to a radio to get a gay song, if I used any access to information just to find the writings and media made by gay people, it must be vital like the air to me. When I'm here I feel normal only because I'm exposed to the thoughts and feelings of other gay people, and I know you're reading mine. Without you I'd be lost.

[nishithedevil]

Right, sorry for the very long wait. As an apology this part is extra long :)

Capital Prince and District Princess

Lucy Gray x gn capital reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 5

I wake up in the infirmary, as I open my eyes the first thing I see is Tigris and Sejanus sitting next to my bed. Tigris says my name as she puts her hand on my bicep.

I gasp for air, then say the first and only thing on my mind, "Lucy Gray? Is she..."

"She's alive." Tigris assured me before I started panicking.

I look around then ask, "What happened?", my memory hazy from the previous events that brought me here.

"It was a rebel bombing." starts Sejanus, "They must have been planning it for months. Four tributes were killed." I can see Tigris getting more and more uncomfortable as Sejanus spoke, while he was only looking down, probably trying to look at anything to calm him down even a little bit.

Tigris grabs my hand and rubs it as she whispers out, "Everyone's terrified, Y/N. People are locking themselves inside their houses. Felix Ravinstill's on life support."

After she says that, she turns her head towards Sejanus. He stiffens a bit before leaning in, "The rebels released a message. They said they wanted to tear down the symbol of the Hunger Games on live TV."

In the background, the news on the TV could be silently heard, "Marcus got out." Sejanus adds. "He's the only one. Peacekeepers are hunting him in the streets but at least he has a better chance out there than he would tomorrow."

I could hear his voice trembling, his eyes filling up with angry resentful tears.

"Tomorrow?" I ask, "They're not still going ahead with the games?"

Sejanus swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at me, then down to the ground in disappointment, trying to hold back his tears.

"Oh fuck, Lucy Gray." I breathe out. "Lucy Gray could've run. But she saved me." I shake my hand, tears filling up in my eyes, still holding my cousin's hand.

We hear the TV, Lucky speaking, and he caught our attention, "The show will go on. And now our final tribute. I first met this young lady in the zoo not too long ago."

At that I start to slowly get up, my attention fully drawn to the small TV propped up opposite of me. "From district 12."

"Y/N. '' Tigris whispers, putting her hand on my shoulder as to not get up fast or make any other abrupt movements in my state. I put my hand on her hand as Lucky announces, "Lucy Gray Baird. Come out here with that guitar, you songbird." He waves her in, in front of the microphone he was standing behind.

Sejanus holds me under my arm while Tigris walks behind me as they help me stand and get closer to the TV, never taking my eyes off of it.

As Lucy Gray appears behind the microphone with a white guitar in her hands, there is a big cheer and applause from the audience.

She leans towards the microphone, "Good evening, Capital, Districts." I turn up the volume on the TV as she continued, "I wrote this song about a boy back in 12, and i hope he hears it."

She then began to sing, and despite this song being about someone else, I'm mesmerized. She continued to sing and I had to blink a few times to turn my attention to the small circle with the donation numbers in the right corner of the TV. And I couldn't believe it. The number was going up more and more with every string she strums and word she sings.

My focus shifted back to her, and now I could see behind her facade. She didn't seem to be enjoying this, the more i listened the more i could realize her words were forced, she had to do this, she took Corio's advice and actually sang just for the support she'd get in the arena tomorrow.

I look around between Sejanus and Tigris, then to the nurses a bit further down from us. Everyone had tears in their eyes, Lucy Gray herself also seemingly fighting her own emotions as she continued to sing.

When she finished her song, the audience all cheered as Lucky appeared on screen again, "Ding, ding, ding, Look at that. Record high for the evening. The Capital is definitely watching. People sending in donations. See what happens when you do stuff?" He asks Lucy Gray, standing behind her waving his cards around.

"Yeah." she answers him. "Now, I don't love your odds, but may they be in your favor." He tells her.

I turn my head towards Tigris on my left, then to my right to Sejanus, "Thank you for being here, both of you."

In the distant noise of the TV Lucky once again introduces Lucy Gray, "How wonderful this night is, that we all get to be here for someone's final performance. Ms. Lucy Gray, thank you. Go home, go to bed, get a good night's sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow." And with that I finally zone his voice out and turning my attention to Sejanus.

"It's what friends do." he says as Tigris leans onto my shoulder, "And where's Corio?" I ask them.

"He had to go to doctor Gaul for something important he's writing." Sejanus answers me.

"Y/N, I don't know what he's planning, but I don't have a good feeling about it." Tigris confesses.

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That night, after the whole town was asleep, I slowly wrapped myself in all black and silently went over to the arena for tomorrow's Hunger Games. If I was going to go through with my plan, I had to inspect the arena for myself, even if it was for a little while.

When I got there, I jumped over the bars, carefully trying not to trigger the female voice.

I slowly walked inside, carefully stepping around as to not step on something that'll give me away. I made my way to the center, looking around. Walking around I spotted a big hole on the ground, further away from the center. I slowly walked towards it and looked down. Taking the risk, i slid down. I dusted myself off and saw a sewer passageway. She could definitely hide here.

When I climbed outside the hole,with a lot of pressure and pain, I began walking around again. My search was unsuccessful though, I didn't find any other useful places. But as I began to leave, out of the corner of my eye I catch the moonlight shine on a nearby vent. I make my way towards it and open it. Looking behind me, I double check I'm still alone and crawl inside it. My whole body hurts, but I have to do this. For Lucy Gray.

I realize after crawling for a while, there's an end that is on the other side of the building, opposite of where the peacekeepers stand guard. I take a deep breath and dent the bars a little bit so I at least know where it is. Then I make a mental note of the path I took and crawl back to get out. I leave the building swiftly and make my way behind, to loosen the opening and then stick it back so it stays.

I leave without any traces left behind me. Knowing what I have to do, having my plan now 90% secured, I make my way to the zoo to tell Lucy Gray everything.

As I arrive to where they are, I whisper her name. Looking around I call out to her again. That's when I saw her running towards me. "Hey" I tell her. "You're alive." She breathes out as she grabs the bars.

"Those bombs, they have changed everything." I began telling her, "They blew the walls out. So that means you can escape, and I have made a perfect plan for you to do so. There's a hole down in the floor. Leads down to some tunnels. I've tried it and I want you to hide down there for the beginning. So the moment you hear that bell ring, you ignore the weapons in the middle and you run as fast as you can for that hole. And you find a place to hide down below. Alone."

"Alone? No."

"Yeah."

"Jessup's my friend."

"No Lucy Gray." I repeat, getting more worried. "The moment that bell rings, you can't trust anyone. Not even Jessup. Just lay low down there until it's safe to come out."

Lucy Gray looks at me, then whispers,"Thank you, for taking care of me."

"I can't let you die." I start, my voice genuine. "You saved me. You saved me, Lucy Gray." I look in her eyes and I can see tears start to fall down her soft cheeks. "I'm sorry." She closes her eyes looking down.

"Hey." I whisper softly, my heart breaking as more tears start to trickle down.

She takes a deep breath in and admits, "I'm more hopeful during the daytime, but when it gets dark, I just..."

I stop her, "It's okay." I take out my handkerchief and wipe her tears away. "It's okay. I am gonna get you out of here. I promise. Back to the Covey, okay?" I repeat my promise to her.

That's when she finally looks up and into my eyes and it's when I realize that I can feel her breath on my lips. I see her eyes flicker down to my lips and my breath hitches. It would have been a dream to kiss her soft lips.

She leans in, our nose touching, just a millimeter closer and we'd be kissing, but I pull my head away, looking down and away from her. She leans back a little, and when I return my gaze to her, she's looking at me with such a saddened expression that makes me angry even, that this is the situation she's in.

"Is this real?" I ask her honestly. "Just tell me if i'm going to risk everything. That song..."

She cut me off, "That song was payback, that's all. My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe, he was cheatin' on me with the mayor's daughter."

I connect the dots, "The girl from the Reaping."

Lucy Gray nods, "Yeah, she got crazy jealous. She had her Pa read my name up on that stage and now everyone will know what they did to me."

"Lucy Gray," I breathe out. She tilts her head a bit and looks me straight in my eyes, and despite everything, I can still see her fighting spirit behind those beautiful eyes. "Look, I have seen what war does to people, okay? I've seen it. That's why I need you to listen to what I'm about to say." She desperately looks at me and nods, waiting for me to continue.

"I just need you to survive the first wave. When you come out of that hole," I lean into her more and whisper, my voice going even lower, careful not to let anyone overhear us, "There's a vent right of the center when you're looking towards the entrance. Go in there, crawl inside it and, listen to me carefully, go straight, take the first right and don't stop. Then turn on your second left and don't stop. You'll find an opening. I loosened it for you. Do this at night, I'll come get you. Don't ask for more details, I will tell you after I get you out of there. Don't tell anyone, and don't try to bring anyone with you. Please. This is as risky for you as is for me."

When I finished, she gasped and put her hand on her mouth, stifling a cry. I grab her other hand in mine and kiss it. "It'll be okay, we'll be okay." She only nods trying her best to suppress her cries of relief. "Thank you." She croaks out to me.

"Hey." I say, "We're going to do this, together. We'll get out of here." I nod at her, bidding her good night and good luck for tomorrow.

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The next day as I was getting ready in my room, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I exclaim, and to my command Tigris opens the door.

"Oh hey, perfect timing. Close the door behind you, I have a favor to ask of you." She nods at that, closing the door and walking further inside the room.

As I button up my shirt, I exhale, "I know this is a lot to ask from you, but can you please just help me. You're the only one I can trust with this." Tigris looks at me, a confused expression on her face.

"Well go on then." She beckons me, and I take a step closer to her, lowering my voice, "A few days after the beginning of the games, I am going to help Lucy Gray escape. I will do that at night, so no one sees or hears anything, and I want to bring her here."

"Here?!" Tigris gasps, putting her hand on her mouth.

I shush her and continue, "Where else am i supposed to take her? Sure as hell not at school. The favor i want from you is to transform her. Make her look more masculine, i'll give her my clothes, just disguise her look unidentifiable. Just enough for me to take a train with her and let her go back to the districts without getting caught." I whisper to her, now standing very close to her. I was worried someone, anyone could overhear us.

Tigris looked at me, her hand still on her mouth, her eyes looking at me with a surprised expression. After a long silence, she finally said, "This is so serious Y/N, do you know what you're doing?" I look at her tight lipped, "Of course I do, but... but I can't let her die. If I can save her, then I will. Tigris please say you'll help me. I can't let Corio or grandma know about any of this."

Tigris doesn't say anything, just closes the gap between us and hugs me tightly, propping her head in the crook of my shoulder. "Yes. I will. Of course I will."

I exhale a big sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding in until then and tighten my grip on her, a silent action of appreciation. When we pull apart, I grab her by the shoulders, "Thank you. Thank you, Tigris, I'll never forget this."

Before me and Corio leave for the official start of the hunger games, we each hug our grandma na Tigris, since she didn't want to come and watch the horror that happens inside. I share one last glance with Tigris and then me and Corio are out of the door. As we enter through the doors and into the room we mentors and the audience will be sitting, everything began feeling so real, and I began doubting myself. That was until Sejanus came and patted me on the back, grounding me.

Everything was going to go as I planned, no setbacks, no doubts, no fear.

Until the bell rang and Lucy Gray managed to get in the hole I told her about, with....Jessup with her. God I told her. Fuck, okay, I just had to trust her. She had this. This is a team effort, I won't be the only one helping her survive, she'll get through this.

Sometime after Sejanus' tribute was killed, he disappeared. That night, Coriolanus did too. Only later did I find out where he actually went. He didn't come back until the other day, yet I stayed. Stayed to track every movement all the tributes made, looking for the right time to escape.

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen and the sky was still dark, Lucy Gray got out of the hole. She made her way to the vents like I told her so, but her footsteps were heard by the group of tributes that decided to band together and started chasing her. I held my breath, waiting to see if she'd make it. And she did, she managed to get behind it just in time before the girl caught up to her. They decided to camp outside the vents, waiting for her to come out soon. What everyone didn't know was that she wasn't going to come from there.

I stand up and leave, thankfully no one suspected anything. I slowly make my way outside and turn right, going behind the building to the bars I loosened. Carefully making sure no one was around I rounded up the building, taking out the cloak I took with me.

When I get there I move the rock under the bars and get up on it, looking around to double check no one is near. I then carefully, trying not to make any noise, remove the bars and low and behold, there stands Lucy Gray. Her eyes widen and tears begin filling them up. I lower the bars carefully before I extend my arms to help her get down. I give her a second to dust off and give her the cloak for her to put on. Knowing every secret passage in this town, I grab her hand and we run through all the dark alleys to my house.

All the way there we don’t exchange not even one word. Both understanding the importance of our mission. When I get in front of my door, I knock in a pattern only me and Tigris know. After a few seconds I hear the door opening, hoping it somehow isn’t grandma. I sigh in relief when it’s indeed Tigris opening the door. She hushes us inside and I don’t let go of Lucy Gray’s hand until we three are standing in my room, Tigris closing the door behind us.

Lucy Gray let’s go of my hand and jumps in my arms, the cloak still on her. She buries her head in the crook of my shoulders, and I can feel her damp cheeks.

I don’t know how long we stand there like that, but then Lucy Gray let’s go of me, and Tigris clears her throat behind me. “Listen Y/N. We need to be extra careful. Corio came back home earlier, you missed him by an hour. You need to stay quiet and-”

I cut her off, “I have everything planned out Tigris, don’t you worry. I bought 2 train tickets for tomorrow morning, in exactly-” I look at my wrist watch, showing the time right now was 3:56am, “2 hours and 34 minutes from now.” I finish, looking at her. “You can disguise her till then right?” She looks between me and Lucy Gray and nods, walking up to her.

Lucy Gray let’s her defenses fall, and she looks both exhausted and drained. “Go take a shower, Y/N will make up something for you to eat. After that I will give you a make over, no one will know it’s you.” Tigris promised and Lucy Gray only nodded.

We all went to do our task, Tigris getting new clothes and make up tools, Lucy Gray went into my bathroom to get rid of all the dirt and nastiness from the arena, and I made my way to the kitchen to prep something up for her. I couldn’t believe I actually managed to pull this off, and so swiftly. No one will suspect her being gone until it’s too late.

Right as I finish cooking, as quietly as possible as to not wake up grandma, despite how she sleeps like a log, Tigris comes out with Lucy Gray in tow, dressed in a loose shirt and some pants Tigris gave her, her hair damp and her eyes drooping.

“Here, eat up. Put something good in your system and get a little bit of energy. I wish I could let you sleep, but you can do that on the train ride.”

She only nods and begins eating. After her first bite she moans and looks at me with a smile, before beginning to stuff her face with it. Me and Tigris chuckle, but it doesn’t last long when reality set it. I stand up, leaving Lucy Gray with Tigris and I go into my room to pack a bag for the trip.

It was around 4:30am when Tigris sat Lucy Gray down to do her magic, while I just sat on my bed watching them. A comfortable silence filled the room, but after a while Lucy Gray finally spoke up, her voice hoarse, “Thank you both, for everything. I thought that the moment they called out my name in the Reaping, it was going to be my end. You saved me too Y/N.” I sit up on my bed from where I laid down, a soft smile tugging at my lips, “I guess now we’re even Lucy Gray.” And I caught a glimpse of a smile playing on her lips, “Yeah.” She breathed out, then stopped talking, letting Tigris work her magic.

“Ta-da. What do you think Y/N?” Tigris says after probably about an hour later. I sit up and stop in my tracks. It’s like I’m not looking at Lucy Gray anymore. It’s like she’s a different person. “Damn cousin, you outdid yourself. I can’t thank you enough.” I breathe out. She tied Lucy Gray’s hair up and with a hat, she’d fully pass as a guy, with her clothes and how much Tigris changed her face.

“If anyone asks, your name is Luke Snow. You are my cousin visiting me from abroad and wanted to check out the districts. If someone asks something else, leave it to me, okay?”

Lucy Gray nods at me and then her attention turns to Tigris, who grabbed a jacket and extended her hand to give it to her.

As she was putting it on, Tigris walked up to me and began, “Look Y/N, I don’t know when we will see each other after this, since I know that when people find out, you probably won’t even be able to be seen in the capital without facing the consequences.” I look at her, my expression saddening.

I put my hand on her shoulder, “I know, Tigris. I know. I’m aware of all the possibilities. I love you more than words can express, you have been the only family I could fully trust. I’m sorry things have to end this way. I’m sure you probably have guessed that I won’t be coming back any time soon. If some day in the future, we cross paths again, I would be the happiest. Thank you so much for everything, there aren’t enough words for me to tell you that. I love you, Tigris.” I say and pull her into a big hug. She buried her head in my shoulder and I felt her begin to cry. We both hugged each other even tighter and I felt tears forming in my eyes. This truly was goodbye. For now.

“No,” I say out of the blue. Tigris pulls away a bit and wipes her tears as she looks at me. I repeat, “No, this isn’t truly goodbye. I promise Tigris, I promise I will come find you again someday.” I swear to her, Lucy Gray tearing up behind her.

“Oh come here.” She says as she pulls into another tight hug before letting go, “Go on, go live your life. I’ll be fine here.” She pats me on the shoulder.

I smile at her, softly touching her cheek with my hand, before putting it down and turning my attention to Lucy Gray. “Are you ready?” I ask her.

“Yeah, Tigris gave me some extra clothes and cleaned my dress for me.” She then walked closer and hugged Tigris, “Thank you for the help. You have no idea how much it means for me.”

Tigris pat her on the back, releasing the hug, “No problem, any time. If you mean so much to Y/N, then you mean a lot to me too. I would gladly do anything for you both again. Good luck on your journey.”

I slang my bag over my shoulder, Lucy Gray’s bag in my other hand. We make our way to the door as Lucy Gray puts the hood of her jacket on. We hug one last time and bid farewell.

Our ride to the train station was uneventful. When we arrived at the station we checked our tickets in and it was already 6:15am. We sat there waiting for the train to come and then….

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 24

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

“He asked me to move in with him.” I couldn't keep the word vomit from leaving my mouth as I settled into a little booth across from Tori with a coffee between my hands.

Her eyebrows seemed to raise about three inches and she didn't say anything at first.

“It's crazy, I know.” I shook my head.

“How long have you been with him?”

“A month.” I made a face.

“Does he, like, ejaculate gold coins or something?” Tori asked, laughing as she spoke.

I laughed with her and shook my head, looking down. “I don't know. I've never been like this. He's just got this way about him.”

“What's his house like?”

A small smile crept onto my face and she cut in before I could answer.

“He's rich, isn't he?”

“He lives in this, like, mini castle.”

“A castle?”

“Well, that's what it looks like. It's really cool.”

“Okay, so my suspicions are correct.”

I swallowed hard, eager to hear her theories. “What suspicions?”

“He ejacs gold coins.”

I laughed again, actually pleased she hadn't said something serious. I wasn't in the mood for sinister scenarios that would only heighten my internal anxiety over the situation.

“I don't even care about the house or whatever. I just.. I'm falling way too fast for this guy.” My eyes met here across the table. “Do you think I'm crazy?”

Tori gave a half smile and a shrug. “A little.” She smiled fully and sipped her coffee. “It is a little fast.”

“It's very fast.”

“Okay, it's very fast,” she agreed. “But, it's your call. What's your gut telling you? I'd ask what your heart’s telling you but I'm pretty sure I already know that. And the heart can be misleading.” Tori motioned to me with her drink as she emphasized the last part.

“Yeah.” I sighed and reached into a small paper bag for the muffin I’d ordered with my coffee.

“Well, how about this?” Tori went on when I broke off a piece of the muffin top. “If things work out with Mr. “Joel Gold Coins”,” she used her fingers to do the air quotes and I snickered, “Then I better be the maid of honor. And if it ends up not being what you thought, then there's always a room for you at 355 Ellie Drive.”

I looked toward my friend and let out another exhale through my nose. She was so understanding and not judgmental. I had disappeared off the face of the earth for a month since meeting Dr. Miller and she never questioned a thing.

“I'm sorry if I've been a bad friend,” I started but she reached for my hand and wagged a finger.

“You haven't been a bad friend,” she disagreed. “We’re at pivotal points in our lives. And I guess the lucky part is that we've kind of both found the same thing in the same time frame.” Tori shrugged, “It happens. We’re.. growing up.”

I smiled, “Adulting?”

“Ugh, you know I hate that word.”

I laughed and then sighed again with a more serious expression. “Thank you, Tori.”

“You're welcome.”

“I mean it. Thank you.” I sipped my coffee again. “Now, I'm done making this all about me. Tell me about Derek.”

My friend bit her bottom lip and spilled all the recent tea about her beau. I knew Derek. I liked him. The fact that he would be there with her full time took away some of the guilt I was experiencing. Tori appeared excited and happy and light as air. Getting a chance to sit and talk was rejuvenating. As much as I enjoyed the intensity of my time with Dr. Miller, I appreciated the lighthearted feeling I had being in Tori’s company.

“Once a week,” my friend pointed at me as we finally left the little coffee shop, “And that's nonnegotiable.”

“Once a week. And I'll be back soon to get my clothes and stuff.” I nodded and we exchanged a hug. “I'm going to head into LL Bean,” I said motioning to the store a few doors down on the little street.

“I have to go to work or I'd gladly spend a good hundred bucks in there with you.”

“Okay, be safe. I miss you.”

Tori blew a kiss. “See you soon.”

I waved goodbye and headed into the store, mostly in search of a good pair of winter boots.

If I happen to walk out with a sweater or two, so be it, I thought internally with a smile. Or maybe a hat for our ski wedding weekend.

An older man greeted me with a friendly, “Hello,” from behind a cash register off to the left. I smiled and waved before making the trek up a flight of stairs to the second floor where I knew the women's shoe section was.

A rack of on-sale sweaters and shirts conveniently greeted me near the top of the stairs and I gave it a lengthy browse. A knee length blue and white sweater dress caught my eye and I draped it over my arm before moving on toward the shoes.

“(Y/N)?” A female voiced my name quietly and I turned my attention away from the wall of boots in front of me.

When I glanced over my left shoulder I froze. Christine, Dr. Miller’s ex-wife, had just exited the dressing room. She was dressed more casually than our first meeting, sporting jeans and a sweater with a winter hat.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly.

“How are you doing?” She asked, as if we were friends or acquaintances that hadn't seen one another for awhile.

“I'm fine.” I forced a smile. “How are you?”

“Good.” Christine smiled back and bluntly asked, “Are you still seeing Joel?”

I gave a little nod, hoping that would be the end of that. Of course it wasn't.

“Look, woman to woman,” she said, beginning to pace in my direction. “I don't want to see you get hurt the way I did. Just.. be careful. Joel has this charisma that can really be..” She took a few seconds as she searched for the correct word, “Blinding.”

“I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean by that.” I didn't want to have this conversation. People broke up all the time and could easily list off the reasons why their former partner was terrible. It didn't mean those two people couldn't move on and find someone more compatible for them. Everyone has flaws.

“I fell for him,” Christine nodded and stared at me, “Fast. Hard.” She shook her head and maintained eye contact, “He has secrets, (Y/N).”

“Don't we all?” I tried to sound casual and glanced down at the sweater on my arm.

“Not these kind of secrets.”

“Well, what are these kind of secrets?” I asked.

Christine sighed, looking around as she did before finding my eyes again. “That's something I'll take to my grave.. but also something I couldn't live with.”

I wasn't typically one to speak up, but I couldn't help myself now. “So, woman to woman you came here to warn me, but you can't tell me about what? You just want me to be careful because of Joel's secrets but you won't tell me what those secrets are?” I shook my head, “If you were actually looking out for me, you'd tell me.” I wandered away from the boots section back toward the staircase.

“It's the least I can do,” Christine called out.

I took the stairs back to the bottom floor. All the life that Tori had breathed into me, Christine had sucked out. I was so taken aback that I almost walked out with the sweater without paying for it. Hell, I hadn't even tried it on.

I stopped myself before closing in on the door and made a hard right toward the register.

“Find everything you were looking for?” The old man asked with a friendly grin.

I wanted to match his cheeriness but I just couldn't. Still, I managed a smile. “Yes, thank you.” He scanned the tag, I swiped my card and then headed back out onto the street.

I was going to tell Dr. Miller about bumping into Christine. I wasn't about to accuse him of anything but I needed to at least ask what she was referring to. Of course he had secrets - or at least some unknowns he promised to tell in due time. As much as I needed to know, I wasn't going to bombard him simply because his ex-wife bombarded me.

She hated me, Dr. Miller had claimed. I was sure at least part of her approaching me had something to do with sabotaging him.

I shook my head and hurried across the street to an ATM. Having a little cash on me at all times was something my parents had always advised me to do, and it was a habit I'd carried into adulthood.

I looked around the immediate area and then back to the doors of LL Bean to see if Christine had come out. I wanted to get out of the area as soon as possible and cozy up by a warm fire, as Dr. Miller had promised.

As I slipped my card into the machine, I envisioned it for a moment, trying to push away the negative thoughts that had been bestowed upon me. It worked - sort of.

I punched in my four digit code and selected to remove sixty dollars. Again, I looked over my shoulder as the ATM worked its magic. When the screen instructed me to remove my card, I did just that and then tucked it away back into my purse.

The money dispensed and upon collecting it, I looked at the screen again. If it had been a cartoon I swear my eyes would have popped right out of my head.

This has to be a mistake. I looked at the balance. It was all wrong.

“What the hell?”

The receipt shot out next as the screen switched to a simple, THANK YOU, in bold letters. I ripped the receipt from its place and studied the numbers. The balance on the thin piece of white paper matched that of the balance on the screen.

This has to be a mistake.

As I stood in disbelief, staring at the fifty-seven thousand dollars that was now said to be in my account, my eyes glanced up and I saw Christine staring at me from across the street. I felt like she knew exactly what I was staring at on that money slip.

When she shook her head, I crumpled the paper and forced it into my coat pocket before rushing to my car and driving away from that quaint, little street in the center of town.

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