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[bonnie-the-butcher]

Rip Tide | Chapter I

[ MDNI ] [ word count: 7.267 ] [ Masterlist ] 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Canonverse/Canon-Divergent; Dark! Content; NSFW; Strong Language; Cheating; Drug Use; Mentions of overdose; Some shades of Munchausen syndrome from dear old Rafe; Manipulation; Toxic, obsessive behaviour; Stalking; Violence; DUBCON/NONCON; My writing is really pretentious and English is not my first language, so please feel free to call me out in whichever grammar mistakes you might find find.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You and JJ have always been in each other's orbit. He's your brother’s best friend, the guy you've known your entire life. He was kind, protective, familiar. You never meant for the two of you to start hooking up. And you never meant for it to last so long. But when this boy you thought you'd come to know like the back of your hand turns out to be no better than the men he'd warned you about, you find yourself in the sights of the guy he hates most, regardless of wether you want that or not.

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He’d been gone for almost a year now.

You and your father were never really close. Truthfully, the two of you were never much of anything to each other.

Since you could remember, he’d treated you like some pet his ex had left at his house after a break-up: no warmth, no harshness, just this mild yet persistent annoyance that came from having to be responsible for something he neither wanted nor cared for. He could look down at you, throw a ball for you to catch, or pat your head half-heartedly while he talked to some random stranger that complimented you on the street, but whatever it was that you did right never granted you enough favor to avoid his ever-present disappointment.

That relationship alone was depressing enough as it was, but it would’ve been at least tolerable were it not for his much more obvious and paternal love for your older brother.

You could never really pin-point why it was that your father loved John so much while simultaneously only barely acknowledging your existence. You were both his children, after all. Yes, you were born to different mothers, but John’s mother had abandoned your father just as much as John’s did, and he only ever said good things about her, the same way he only ever said good things about John.

Maybe it was that John looked more like him, or that they thought just like each other, or that they only ever spoke about the same things.

Maybe this weird and cruel dynamic could be boiled down to you just being the odd one out. And though that didn’t make you resent it — resent them — any less, you’d made enough of a peace with it that once he was gone, you actually mourned him.

So why was it that it suddenly felt like he was right there, willingly ignoring you, all over again?

You sat alone on the railing at the Chateau, his ‘Chateau’, drinking budweiser, his favorite beer, wearing an old shirt that most definitely had belonged to him at some point, staring out into the river bank where he’d last been seen, and feeling rejected, exactly the same way he always made you feel.

The man was haunting you.

JJ and Kie lounged together on the sand over some old beach towel.The soft wind blowing her curls against his face. She smiles as she looks back at him, tucking that piece of hair behind her ear, and their eyes remain locked for a moment, gazes drifting back and forth between the eyes and the lips in that indecisive little lover’s dance you and him had been caught up in so many times.

It was excruciating: Sitting there and watching him play the same tricks he’d played on you on someone else, someone you knew he’d had his eye on for a while, like you were some sort of pathetic test subject he took up with the single intention of serving as the canvas on which he practiced his bullshitting skills.

You shouldn’t be surprised that he threw you away as soon as his actual target showed the slightest bit of interest in him, and you weren’t. That’s the worst part: in more ways than one, you knew this would happen. But as if locked in this realm of meta-self-consciousness, the more aware you were of JJ’s general scummyness, the more you convinced yourself you’d never fall for his lines, and the more comfortable you became in rolling over and letting him bullshit you.

You felt John’s approach before you heard him; Those unmistakably careless steps you’d heard just outside of your door all your life suddenly bounding towards you. Ten whole months of his obsessive and undivided attention hadn’t been able to erase the weirdness of him suddenly acknowledging you after seventeen years of pretending you weren’t there, so every time his eyes landed on you, your mind sent up a “something bad is about to happen” signal to the rest of your body.

He smiled awkwardly as you turned around to meet his eye.

– You okay? – The railing creaked as he sat down beside you, a half-drunk beer in his own hand. Your father’s disappearance had taken a lot out of John. At night, he paced. In the morning, he stared at the locked study. In the evening, he bit his nails and scratched his arms. And all throughout, you could see he was thinking of him. Whereas before, your brother had been the poster-child of teenage carelessness, now he could barely hide just how much his sanity had been going down the drain.

It was bad. Bad enough that he’d actually started worrying about losing you, of all people.

It was freaky.

The old John B couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you without cracking jokes at your expense or silently loathing at the burden of your existence. Now he could barely let you out of his sight.

You stayed quiet for a moment, unsure how to respond. Finally, you shrugged, taking another sip of beer before muttering, – Peachy.

John let out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head. – You suck at lying, you know.

–Thanks, – you said dryly, setting the bottle down on the railing beside you. – I’ll make sure to add that to my list of things I suck at.

He didn’t laugh this time. You could feel his gaze on you, weighing heavier with every second you refused to look at him. Finally, you turned to meet his eyes—green, sharp, and so annoyingly sincere they made your chest tighten.

–You’re not okay, – He said softly, his voice breaking the kind of silence that felt like it had been years in the making.

– That bad at hiding it, huh? Have to add that to the list too.

– Why do you wanna hide things from me?

You stopped yourself from scoffing before you could hurt his feelings. But the answer was obvious to anyone with eyes: The two of you didn’t know each other.

No matter how much he tried to make you a part of his friend group or make up for the time you two wasted pretending the other didn’t exist, a couple months of effort couldn’t fix what over a decade had set into stone.

Maybe doing things behind his back wasn’t helping.

But you didn’t do it to hurt him. You didn’t plan for things with JJ to go as far as they did, they just did. And you knew it would hurt him if you told him what you had been doing, because JJ was John’s family more than you had ever been, and he’d see it as a betrayal.

For a moment, you wanted to tell him the truth. The real truth, not the sarcastic, deflective shit you’d been feeding everyone since the day you learned to speak.

But you didn’t. Because you’d had seventeen years of practice in swallowing everything you felt until it became a lump in your throat you’d learned to ignore.

– I don’t. I’m not. And I… I don’t want to. – you said instead, your voice as steady as you could make it. – Life’s just been kicking me hard right now.

He studied you for a moment longer, his brow furrowing slightly, before he nodded. – It's okay. I get it.

– Thanks.

You expected him to leave after that, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed right there, his shoulder brushing yours as you sat in silence.

It was awkward. It's always been with the two of you. But eventually, he spoke again.

– Look, I… um, how can I say this? – He laughed, dragging his fingers through his hair. – I need your help with something.

You chuckled, a little more light-hearted now, and patted his back softly. – Go ahead.

– So, JJ's been acting weird. – You froze. It was over. He knew. Maybe he didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knew enough that this whole thing between JJ and you had to be completely restructured. Your eyes drifted back to where Kie and the blonde were sitting, trying to keep your panic under wraps. – I was talking to Pope about it, but it's not like he cares enough to know what's going on. And Kie, who is the one that should care, told me I was just acting crazy. But I'm not crazy! He is weird! He's acting very weird!

You wanted to comfort him, and tell him that he wasn’t crazy, that he was right. There was something going on with JJ. But how were you supposed to say that without blowing your cover completely? You bit the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to say the most basic thing you could:

– How so? – Was all you managed, still looking outwards, at JJ and Kie, in an attempt to avoid your brother’s gaze. It turned out to be just as bad a choice as the previous one. Your stomach turned as you saw him whisper something in her ear, earning a giggle from the girl, one that almost grated at your nerves. You took a deep breath, re-claiming the bottle you'd given up on, and taking a swig.

– Like… um, I don’t know. He’s always brushing me off about the most random things. Like, I can ask him a stupid question about surfing, or beer, or I don’t know, whatever! And he acts completely normal, but if I ask him if he slept over he’ll just feed me a bunch of senseless shit that doesn’t even answer the question!

– That’s... really weird.

– Right?! – He looked so relieved as you reassured him. So trusting. Yet here you were, lying to his face, knowing damn well that you were the reason JJ’s moronic ass couldn’t just tell your brother he slept on the couch. – And he keeps making these weird comments.

You were afraid to ask.

– What sort of comments?

– Like, the other day- He stopped himself short, suddenly looking into your eyes and then away again, his whole face suddenly red. – No, no. Um, forget about it. It’s weird.

– Weird? – He hummed and nodded. Eyes still glued to the floor. – Weirder than your ‘That’s so Raven’ phase? C’mon, tell me.

– No, it’s just..

– Just what?

– It’s like… – He gesticulated exaggeratedly with his hands. – graphic. We were... talking about, this site and when Pope made this joke about half siblings he just-

– Okay! –You breathed in, looking away as well. – Okay. So don’t tell me that. Is there anything else?

– Like, look at that! Look at his back. That looks really gnarly, doesn’t it? – You followed his gaze back to the thing you’d just been mulling over, and noticed, for the first time, the thing that had probably been freaking John out all day long: JJ’s back was streaked with nail marks. From beneath the ends of his dirty-blonde hair a couple hickeys poked out. And right there clear as day on his left shoulder, a bite.

You swallowed.

– Damn, I hadn’t seen that. – It wasn’t a lie. You’d never taken pride in the marks you left on people, mostly because after JJ, you often did your best to compartmentalize whatever intimacy you partook in. – Why is that weird, though?

– At first I thought he’d gotten into some catfight or something, that was ashamed to say it, but JJ’s been bitten all over these days, and he makes SUCH a big deal about saying it's nothing. Like, he'll ramble for hours. – He sighed. – I don’t know, but isn’t it weird?

– Yeah, it’s weird.

– Maybe he found some vampire chick to hook up with. – He laughed, though it was clear he didn't find any of it funny. – I don't know, but it's like his head's in the clouds or whatever.

You laughed, speaking before you could stop yourself: – Vampire? – You huffed, taking a swig from your bottle. – I don’t know. Kie doesn’t strike me as the type that only comes out at night. – Your conscience dawned upon you as you put the beer down. Drinking made you reckless, and as soon as you said it, you knew you'd be regretting it for a long time.

– What?! You- You don’t think they’d- No. No. No way.

– Uhm, I… I don’t. I don’t know. It was just like a hunch.

– Did she say something to you?!

She had, as a matter of fact, said something to you two days ago, and it had been burning in your mind even since: You’d been in the kitchen, staring into the empty fridge and trying to think of something you could possibly do with nothing but ketchup and mustard, when someone suddenly kicked the back of your shoe.

Kie had looked back at you with a mischievous smile. “JJ’s been staring at you all day.”

There was something conspiratorial in the way she giggled, poking at your sides like you were both children again, and you couldn’t help but laugh along: “Oh, please. He’d stare at a tree all day if it had tits.”

“I don’t think that’s it.” She looked around again, squeezing your arm. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes you.”

You didn’t want to tell her that you and JJ had been sneaking around for a while, paranoid that John or Pope might walk past and hear you, so you just laughed. “How much beer did you drink today?”

“Fine, then, don’t tell me. Just know that I’m watching you!” She said it in sing-song, opened the door, and left you there, grinning alone, sure that it had been a completely harmless interaction.

Despite your endless tries, you hadn’t had many girl friends growing up. So when he was gone and John was suddenly forcing you to hang out with him and his friends, you’d been glad to spend time with Kie.

She’d always been nice to you, regardless of the fact she was older and a kook, so of course, you’d always been a little star-struck when she treated you like a friend.

Only a friend wouldn’t say what she said, not at least, when she was planning to spend the whole day after that flirting with JJ.

You wish you could’ve been charmingly aloof to her giggling and preening, and that, despite your definite lack of kook-ness, you would’ve had the grace and etiquette to brush it off as easily as she brushed off your feelings. But you’d never been the sort of person that can deal gracefully with their own negative emotions. So you sulked, and you drank, and you smoked.

The night fell slower than you had wanted that day, but as soon as your brother’s snoring could be heard through the house, your door creaked open, and in came JJ, with his stupid smile, bounding over to you.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t bother to address it until both of you were half-naked.

JJ had this habit of introducing serious topics of conversation just as you were getting comfortable with him. So he’d been beneath you, calloused hands tearing your shirt off of your body, head thrown back as you kissed his neck, when, between a groan and a plea, he asked “What’s gotten you so angry, huh?”

You brushed it off as playful teasing. No one liked to dirty talk better than JJ, and given his talent to make people angry, you wouldn’t be surprised this was some scheme he’d worked out to rile you up. You tangled your hands in his hair, and pulled his head back, kissing him quiet as his fingers sunk into your waist. “What is it, huh?” He thrust into you, once and again, and again, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth fell open, groaning and moaning against the crook of your neck. “You- ah- You don’t like me talking to Kie? Is that- OH GOD- Is that- is that it?”

You slammed your hips against his and laughed bitterly as you felt a shiver tear through him. JJ babbled for a moment, opening his eyes just for you to see them rolling into his head. Your nails scraped against his back in a way that had him arching into you. And though you were enjoying yourself, a part of you wanted to torture him more than anything.

He’d begged you to slow down, breathless and starry-eyed, his own nails digging into the meat of your thighs as he pulled you in, over and over again, despite his contradicting protests.

When you were finally done, JJ was red in the face as he fell back on your bed, and it took him a while to formulate a sentence. “I should make you jealous more often.” Was what he came up with at the end, heart thumping wildly against his ribcage, enough that you could feel it against your skin.

His breath was as warm as his hands, and just as shaky. The patterns he drew against your back shifted from adoring to exhausted, and you remained there, weaving your fingers through his blonde strands.

“What you should do is cash a reality check.” You hummed, and he barked out a laugh at that, curling up into your arms as you shifted to your side.

“Keep lying to yourself, babe. You know you love me.”

From beneath your lashes, you could see the smile on his face as he watched his hands move against you, hypnotized by steady movement his palms made down the curve of your hips.

You were satisfied by the interaction when it happened. It felt so playful, so soft, you didn’t even have the heart to wake him up as you felt his breath grow deeper against you.

JJ would wake you up hours later, just as the sun broke the horizon, whispering something about leaving before John B came to check on you, and you’d only barely registered his words, still stuck in that void between consciousness and sleep, but you remembered smiling as he kissed up your neck and told you he’d see you later.

He was right about that. But you weren’t glad you saw him again.

You woke up, opened the door, and just between stumbling to the bathroom and wondering if there was anything to eat, you saw him, shirtless on the couch, with Kie on top of him. You turned back around as if the sight had blinded you, trying to force the sound of their kissing out of your mind.

All day long, he’d been attached to her hip. They’d spent the morning whispering and giggling on the couch, the evening eating off each other’s plate, and now there they were, cuddled up on your beach towel, watching the sun go down.

John was still looking at you expectantly. – So? Did she say something?

You sighed.

– Not explicitly. She did ask me if I liked him very suspiciously, though.

– Why didn’t you say anything?!

- Because! – Because you had no idea she would bait and switch you like that. The moment sat heavy on your chest, a constant, gnawing reminder that whatever semblance of camaraderie you thought you had with Kie had only been another cruel thing in your ongoing circus of disappointments. And of course you couldn’t share that with John. The last thing you needed was to light another fire beneath his already manic suspicions. So you shrugged and avoided his gaze, taking another sip of beer. – It was weird, but not weird enough that it merited an intervention.

He’s shaking his head as you speak, unconsciously, almost in denial.

He clearly wasn’t buying that there was nothing going on, and the frown on his face deepened, turning into something like disgust. – Kie wouldn’t… She wouldn’t do that. She’s not dumb, right? She knows what JJ is like, doesn’t she?

You soaked in that unintended insult for a second, wishing you had never opened your mouth. – I don’t know. Maybe they’re not. – But they were, though. –You’ve all had a thing for Kie at some point, right? JJ’s probably just going through a phase.

– Yeah, but she’s entertaining it! She never did that before! – You couldn’t argue against him anymore. You knew he was right, and he, unconsciously or not, did too. But the guilt was eroding at you from the inside out. Despite the decade and some you two had spent trying to ignore one another, you knew him well enough to know that what was bothering him was not that his friends could be in a relationship, but what would happen to his friend group when they inevitably broke up. – I can’t believe JJ would do that.

– He might not be doing anything, John! – You tried to give him some comfort at least, janky though were at expressing sympathy. – I mean, it’s JJ we’re talking about, he’ll flirt with any girl that has a pulse.

– What part of “She’s entertaining it” didn’t you get?! – He turned to you like a coiled viper, eyes dark with an anger you couldn’t really comprehend. The moment his voice sharpens it’s like the temperature in the room has dropped. Suddenly, you’re on your feet, struggling to process how this seemingly normal conversation had turned into a fight.

You try to keep your cool, though you feel that guilt pushing into confusion:

– Hey, you don’t need to raise your voice at me. I’m just trying to make you see the nuance here.

– What nuance?! It’s obviously happening! You were the one who brought up the problem and now you’re just gonna brush it off?

– I wasn’t the one that brought it up, and that’s not what I’m doing!

– Yes it is! And you always do! You bring up these random things about other people, stirring shit up, and when I try to talk about it, you’re suddenly above it? You’re such a hypocrite!

– Why are you mad, John? We were just talking about this like grown-ups and suddenly you wanna argue? Let’s just- Let’s calm down for a second, okay? – You both looked down for a moment, interrupted by your ringtone. Barry’s name flashed on your screen for the third time that day. Yet another one of your bad habits catching up to you. – Uh, hey, Bee. I’m kind of in the mi- Hey! Hey! What the fuck are you doing? – John wrestled the phone out of your hand, turning it off before you could do anything. – WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!

– We’re talking here! I don’t know if you realized.

– Fuck you, John! Are fucking kidding me?! Give me back my phone!

– WE’RE TALKING RIGHT NOW!

– I’m not fucking talking to you after this bullshit! Give me back my fucking phone!

He held it out of your reach, looking at you with spite. – I hate Barry. You know I hate him, why the hell do you keep talking to him?!

There wasn’t much else you could do but stare up in disbelief. – Why are you bringing this shit up now?! He’s my friend, you know that! And you don’t own me! I’ll talk to whoever I want!

You hear the steps coming towards the two of you as John scoffs, pushing you off of him. – Barry’s a drug dealer, for God’s sake! When are you gonna realize this guy is bad news?!

– Oh, sure! Because JJ is such a model citizen!

– Don’t bring him into this!

– You were the one that brought him into this! It’s none of your goddamn business who I choose to hang out with, John! I’m your sister, not your fucking pet!

He raises his hands, laughing bitterly. – Pet? Really? That’s fucking rich coming from you! – That stings more than you want to admit it. The way he throws his words at you like knives. The way he says it, it tells you it’s not just the frustration talking. He means it. – Up until a couple months ago you treated us all like lepers, wouldn’t even look us in the eye! But you want me to believe that the crackhead down the street is somehow more worthy of your time than I am?!

Your composure had gone down the drain now, and the guilt went with it. You could have lied. You should have lied. But because you didn't, now you were punished. – You are so fucking full of yourself, John! I swear to God!

– I’M FULL OF MYSELF?! Really?! I am?!

– Yes, you are! You’re so fucking spoilt! You think the world just revolves around you! You can do whatever you want, you fuck up, you commit literal fucking felonies out there with your friends, and I’m the problem because I’m friends with the guy that YOU BUY WEED FROM?!

He laughs. Not to himself, at you. Just the way he used to do before: – You’ve gotta be really fucking stupid to think Barry, of all people, is your friend. It’s fucking pathetic, really!

– Says the guy who hasn’t made a friend since the third grade!

– Whoa! Whoa! Chill out, you two, what the hell is going on?! – JJ comes rushing in, already pulling John away from you like some sort of white knight, but your brother just pushes him out of the way, still tearing into you:

– Barry’s not your friend. You’re too smart not to see that– Or you know, at least I thought you were.

– Guys, c’mon- JJ can barely get a word in:

– You don’t know what you’re talking about! The people I hang out with are none of your business, and you know damn well you have no room to talk!

– What do you even mean by that?!

You laugh sarcastically. – And you think I’m the one who is fucking stupid?

You feel a hand on your shoulder, trying to pull you back. Kie stands behind you, her dark eyes full of pity, a concern that is more judging than kind. – Guys, Guys, please. Just stop it. You two are not thinking straight.

– We’re talking here, Kie, stay out of it! – You can see the lack of patience in your brother’s eyes as he speaks. And you take the opportunity to try and grab your phone again, but JJ grabs you before you can get to him. – Get off of me, JJ! None of this shit concerns you! Can you fuck off?!

– JJ’s just trying to help. – Kie says. She pushes JJ off of you, trying to stand in between. –Look, let’s calm down.

– We don’t want your help!

– Don’t talk to my friends like that!

– Like what? Like the way you and dad talk to me?

– You’re not putting dad into this fucking conversation right now! Jesus, you are so fucking pathetic! – He’s always thought that about you. In all the time you’ve known John, which is all the time you’ve been alive, that’s the word he most commonly attached to you: pathetic. And it echoes in your head as you look at him. The edge in his eyes repeating that word again and again. – You’re literally a child! You’re trying to butt into my friends lives because you don’t have any, and dad’s supposed to be at blame because you had no fucking life until I tried to include you?!

– Oh, oh sorry! Sorry! I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a Saint! I thought I was talking to the guy who bullied me in middle school at the same time he had me help him with his High School homework! My mistake! GO FUCK YOURSELF, JOHN! It took dad disappearing for you to acknowledge the fact I wasn’t some fucking plaything for you to kick around when you’re bored! Get off your fucking high horse!

You see the rage forming on his face again.

– You’re rich! You’re really fucking rich, you know that?!

– I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, John! I don’t care! I can take a humbling from a lot of fucking people, okay, but I don’t wanna hear shit from you! You’re a spoiled brat! Dad never had the guts to tell you no on anything, so you think you’re entitled to everyone’s shit! You think you can control your friends lives, you think you can boss me around and use the money THAT I’M FUCKING MAKING to fund your little parties and make yourself feel better about the fact Dad walked out! Well I’ve got fucking news for you, bro! You’re the fucking child here! YOUR ASS CAN’T EVEN GET A JOB!

– You’re really gonna make this about money again? Is that the problem?!

– Oh my fucking God! TAKE A FUCKING HINT, JOHN! LOOK AROUND YOU!

JJ calls your name again, holding your brother back as Kie begs you to stop. You hadn’t even realized they were talking. – Please! That’s not who either of you are! You’re angry! You’re saying things you don’t mean.

– Oh he means it, Kie. John might be stupid but he’s damn sure not crazy, and he knows what he says! That's what he thinks of me! He thinks I'm some dumb little kid who can't make friends! That I'm some loser who doesn't have a life! He thinks EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID! He thinks I'm fucking pathetic!

– AND HOW EXACTLY ARE YOU PROVING ME WRONG RIGHT NOW?!

– Fucking stop this already! Just GIVE IT BACK! – You were livid now, pushing past Kie and reaching for it, but John yanks it back like it’s some kind of trophy just so he can see you rage.

– You’re not even listening to me! All this shit you’re doing, the screaming, the shouting, the running off to Barry or whoever the hell else— That’s exactly the shit you’d pull when we were kids! It’s like you haven’t grown up at all! You’re fucking doing this or attention!

– Fuck you. Just fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!

JJ’s the only thing standing between the two of you now, a wall in the middle over which the two of you scream. Kie holds you by the shoulders, pleading.

You’re glad for them at that moment, because you can’t be sure you wouldn’t scratch your brother’s eyes out if he came too close.

Your head is spinning. You wanna tear your hair out of your head. And as if what was going on right then wasn’t bad enough, JJ has the gall to open his mouth and tell you to step back: – He’s right. You’re being childish. Just let this go.

You were about to, until he said it.

– I need to let it go?! He was the one that started this shit in the first place! HE took my phone! HE started screaming! HE’S the one calling me fucking names and talking to me like a fucking child! And I’m the one that needs to let this go?! NO! FUCK YOU JJ! THIS SHIT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU! FUCK OFF!

– STOP TALKING TO HIM LIKE THAT, HE’S MY BEST FRIEND!

– Yeah?! And you’re doing such a great job of showing it right now, huh? Freaking out over some scratches on his back and trying to make it into some great betrayal! You’re out of your fucking mind!

– FUCK YOU!

– You’re obsessed! You’re losing your mind over some stupid shit that doesn’t even matter! You can’t fucking handle it when people do things without telling you because you think you know better about their lives than them! Guess what John: Maybe people don’t owe you shit!

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head and pointing at you as if he was some great detective: – You’re going really hard on this aren’t you? You’re hiding something! I know you are!

– What?! Are you seriously accusing me of–? God, you’re insane! GET OVER YOURSELF JOHN! The world doesn’t revolve around you and your little posse!

You can hear a rumble in the distance, the roar of an engine you couldn’t quite place, and you look away, the rage within you giving way to exhaustion. You want this to end, but John keeps going:

– Stop tearing into my friends just because you don’t have any of your own, okay?! This jealousy, this envy shit, it isn’t even funny. It’s just pathetic! IT JUST IS! The fact that nobody gives a fuck about you is not anybody else’s fault! – The words came out like venom, sharp and deliberate, but they struck true.

You kept your eyes on him for a moment, jaw clenched, face still. You could see JJ and Kie looking between themselves in the tension, sort of hesitating, completely clueless as to what to do.

Your brother’s face fell, slowly, as if he was reliving every word that had just come out of his lips in a play-by-play. The emotions flitted through his face like seasons, first it was confusion, then shock, then regret, and finally guilt.

You wished you could’ve said something, something cold, and cruel. Something that he’d be thinking about for a long time. But you couldn’t. Just the effort that it took for you to be able to breathe without crying had frozen the words within your throat. So you were kept silent, took the beer from the railing, and pushed past him.

– Wait- – John reached for you, but you shrugged him off before he could get the attention he needed to formulate his next words. You didn’t want to hear him, be near him, you didn’t want him to exist.

Instead, you look out into the lawn.

– Look, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just- John falters mid-word, the rumble of the engine cut through the tension like a knife, low and guttural, growing louder as it approached. Both of you froze, your argument abruptly suspended as the sleek black Range Rover pulled into view. You frown for a moment, trying to piece together the fragments of memory you have of seeing this car, but JJ scoffs from behind you on the porch, and when you see Kiara’s expression twist into one of contempt, you know exactly who it belongs to.

The driver stays put, engine still running as if the car itself was too impatient to linger. And for a moment no one gets out.

You approach carefully.

You’ve never spoken much to Rafe Cameron, you only saw him whenever he came to see Barry, and even then, it was always quick. A glance, a smile, a double entendre he says while he eyed you, without ever addressing you directly.

You look over your shoulder again to see if maybe he’s come for Sarah. But she’s been laying in John’s room all evening, and the doorway is empty, no sign of her.

John’s face twists back into anger. He wraps a hand around your arm, stopping you in your tracks. His jaw is clenched as he looks at the Rover, and he seems eager, like a cat ready to pounce.

The passenger door swings open right then, and you see him. Not Rafe, not Topper, or any of his Kook friends, but Barry — A grin splits his face as he steps out, the light catching his golden tooth as his smile widens, a cigarette dangling from his lips. – Well, look who’s got the whole neighborhood in an uproar! – He drawls, voice teasing but warm. – What’s going on, darlin’? You look ready to throw hands.

Despite yourself, you feel your shoulders relax, the weight of the argument easing slightly. – Barry! – You’re surprised by how light your voice sounds as you run to meet him, standing arms open before Rafe’s car, he wraps you up and spins you around quickly, his laughter blowing against your hair. – What’s going on?What’re you doing here?

– Phone call got cut short. – He winks as you pull away, glancing over your shoulder at John. His smirk widens, deliberately provoking. – Figured I’d swing by and see what the fuss was about. Looks like I walked into a family reunion.

– It’s none of your business. – John snaps.

Barry raises his hand in mock surrender, his grin never faltering. – Touchy, touchy. Don’t worry, man. I’m not here to stir the pot. Looks like y’all already took care of that.

– Sorry about the call. – You whisper. – Things are kinda weird around here.

– Not your fault, sweetheart, – He taps your arm with his pointer finger, fixing you a smile as he dragged a hand through his hair and threw the cigarette on the ground. – Some people just don’t know how to let things go.

– I’ll tell you what’s letting go, Barry. You’re gonna let go of my sister and fuck off back to your rat’s nest!

– Ignore him. – You beg, no less worried as you hear your friend whisper an “always do”. – So. What is it?

– What? I can’t just be here for the pleasure of your company? – He pats your back softly, feet swaying as he speaks. – You wound me, sweetheart.

– You’re a peach, Bee. A real charm. But I’m guessing this favour you’re about to ask me isn’t a work-from-home sorta thing. You’ll have my company regardless.

Barry leans against the open car door, his smile fading. He breathes in deep. – You’re not gonna like it.

– Well, I hate you already, – You teased. – can’t see how things could get worse.

– I was gonna tell you on the phone, but the troglodyte over there wouldn’t let me. – He looks over his shoulder, and back at you. – There’s a party, over at figure eight. Boss’ gonna be there. You remember him, right?

A shiver tore through you just at the thought. – How could I forget?

Barry chuckles, shaking his head. – Yeah, well. He kinda likes you, y’know. Thought maybe you’d tag along, help me keep things smooth. – You felt your chest tighten. He pauses, eyes glinting with something unreadable. – Missed you, too. Thought maybe your boy over there was keeping you on house arrest again.

– I can hear you, Barry. – John said coldly, stepping forward.

– Oh good. – He didn't miss a beat. – Thought maybe I’d have to file a request just to get five minutes with her. What’s next, man? A sign-in sheet? You running this place like a damn prison, now?

– Shut up! – Your brother snapped again, his fists clenching. JJ came up behind him, eyes fixed on the arm Barry held over your shoulder.

– Relax, big guy. Nobody’s stealing anything from you, we can’t all break into people’s houses and take their money while they’re gone.

You cringe at the memory. – Barry, please. Don’t.

– Me? I’m not doing anything, sweetheart. We’re just playing around, right, boys? – He chuckled, squeezing you closer as he looked at them.

JJ was the one to speak then: – Get off of her, man.

– Shit, what am I now? A cradle robber? – Barry looks at you with a pointed smile, but he’s not talking to you, he’s just riling them up. – You don’t even like me like that, do you, sweetheart? Unless you do, and then, well…

JJ grabs him by the shirt, but Barry just keeps laughing. – I’m telling you to get the fuck off of her, man!

– JJ, chill the fuck out, what are you doing? – You push him back, away from your friend. There’s something in his eyes you can’t quite read as he meets your gaze. Anger, frustration, sadness. His hands rest on your shoulders, and he opens his mouth, as if to tell you something, but Barry’s laughter cuts in again, and suddenly all you see in his face is anger.

– He’s pushing it! – The blonde retorts, almost childishly.

– Ooh, down pitbull! – He’s almost cackling now, and you can hear a second laugh, something shorter, softer, coming from the car. Rafe’s looking at you too, you can feel his eyes on you. – I’d watch out if I were you, John B! Looks like your buddy here is looking to catch some friendly fire.

– Barry, for fuck’s sakes!

He just laughs at your words, resting his hand on the car door again. – Sorry, sweetheart. But it’s just too easy! – You hesitate, looking back at your brother, whose scowl has deepened. – C’mon, let’s just go.

– She’s not going anywhere with you, – John spits the words out like poison, stepping in to stand next to JJ. – Not with you, and sure as hell not with that psychopath! – You can hear a scoff from within the Range Rover, Rafe seems to be enjoying himself. Enough that he just sits back and grins, waiting for your brother to keep talking.

Barry lets out a whistle. – Ooh, now we bringing Rafe into it? You’re scared of a little country club action, huh? What’s the problem, John B? Brother-in-law not good enough for you?

– What the fuck did you just say to me?!

– Oh, for fuck’s sakes. Stop it. Just stop this shit, I’m tired of it.

– Not my fault your brother’s got a stick up his ass.

– Barry! – You sigh, feeling the limit of your patience encroaching as you turn around. – Give me back my phone, John.

– No. – He swiped it out of your reach again. – You’re not fucking going, and you're gonna thank me for it later. Barry is bad news, as it is. But Rafe? – His eyes darken. You can hear that same chuckle again, and you can tell they're looking at each other. – Rafe’s even worse. You’re not going anywhere near that nut job if I can help it.

– You hear that, Country Club? Surfer boy’s scared of you!

– I swear to God, man. If you don’t shut up–

You pushed him back, long past your wit’s end:

– Quit it. I’m getting really fucking tired of your shit, John. I’m not joking, give it back.

He looks at you for a moment. He'd managed to keep his face smooth for the duration of this talk, though he never could hide his temper, but now he looks as if he could kill you:

– Come and get it, if you want it. It’s right here. – He held it out over his head, smiling without a hint of joy on his face.

– Are we really doing this, right now?

– You said you wanted it. Well, do you?

You look over your shoulder, pondering the options.

Barry’s eyes meet yours as he climbs back into the car, smirking. – Door’s open, sweetheart. Tick tock.

John’s voice cut through your thoughts, sharp and angry. – She’s not going! – He tried to grab you again, but you didn’t think, you just moved.

You ducked under his grasp, twisting away before he could get a hold of your arm. The sudden motion made your heart race, adrenaline flooding your veins as you bolted toward the car. John cursed behind you, his footsteps heavy on your heels, but he was too slow to catch you.

Barry already held his hand out, his golden grin flashing into laughter as you dove inside. You barely registered the hand that steadied you before you landed ungracefully in his lap, your momentum knocking the breath out of both of you.

– Damn, sweetheart. – Barry drawled, his hands catching your waist steady, where Rafe’s had just been, and the door closes behind the two of you with a bang. – Didn’t know you missed me that much.

– Drive! – You snapped, ignoring the heat rushing to your face.

Rafe’s laughter erupts from beside you, loud and mocking, as the car lurches forward. You glance up just in time to see him smirking at you, his hand casually draped against the steering wheel. The engine revs beneath you as the Range Rover moves, kicking up a cloud of dirt.

You turn around to look at the window, catching sight of JJ and John as they stumbled to a halt. Your brother shouts something – Your name, maybe, or a string of curses – But the roar of the engine drowns him out.

Barry chuckles against you, leaning back on the seat with his arm around your middle. – Remind me to do that again sometime.

– I will man, don’t worry. – Rafe laughs.

– The two of you are sick. – You can feel Barry nodding, his laughing lips pressed against your shoulder, the road before you suddenly becoming clear. They say something else, something you don’t quite catch, as the situation finally dawns on you:

You’re in a car with Rafe Cameron. And it's too late to go back.

[diejager]

Helping hand

Pairing: Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin & König x fem!reader

Cw: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, cream pie, biting, marking, fluff, romantic/gentle sex?, Horangi being so gentle, Colonel König (he’s a warning by himself), tell me. If I missed any. wc: 0.8k

Your back arched over the bed, toes curling with a high whine leaving your throat as you pushed his head away. Finger digging into Horangi’s black hair, pulling and pushing him from between your thighs. You squirmed and cried, body at the mercy of Horangi’s hunger, his tongue sloppily rolling your swollen clit and his fingers knuckle deep inside of your slick cunt.

“No more-!” You pleaded, tears falling from your lashes. “Please!”

His only response was to push a third finger in, curling them upwards, smirking smugly while he continuously hit your g-spot, bathing in your erotic mewls and toe-curling gasps. He hummed, his rough voice rumbling against your nub, the fat of his tongue lifting the hood to press your uncovered clit. You jolted, squealing in your dazed struggle to escape his torturous pleasure, thighs closing around his head and nails pulling the roots of his soft hair.

Your body tensed, your head thrown back with a drained-out moan, and the knot in your hot navel snapped. Horangi groaned, mouth leaving your clit to lap at your wet pussy, drinking up your slick from the source, thrusting his tongue inside of your warmth. When he pulled away, he stared at your gasping figure through his narrowed eyes, sucking his fingers one by one, giving you a show of how sexy and teasing the usually stoic and blunt Korean could be. You gave him a stuttered moan, sitting up with shaky limbs.

“You still have to stretch her for me, Horangi,” a deeper voice came from Horangi’s back, a warm palm cupping his nape and pushing him towards you. “Weitergehen.” [Go on]

Obeying König’s commanding tone, Horangi unbuckled his belt, sighing when his hard shaft bobbed once he lowered his briefs. Kneeling on the bed’s edge, he grasped your ankle and pulled, making you yelp. He slotted himself between your legs, grinding his leaking cock over your fold, slicking himself up. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, pressing kisses onto the sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder as his tip poked at your slit, prodding gently before he pushed in.

Your hands gripped his forearms, breathing softly as he pushed inch after inch in until he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping your ass as he snapped his hips. You curled into him with every thrust, hanging onto every sweetening word he mumbled to you. His loving pet names, his soft reassurance and his dirty compliments made you shake, the tips of your nerves burning with a blush that seemed louder than the beat of your erratic heart.

His hips stuttered when you wrapped your legs around his slim waist, bitting the smooth lobe of his ear, asking for more, the words mixed in the torrent of pleasure and ecstasy, drunk or high, you wanted him. He swore, muttering curses as his pace hastened, slamming into you. The loud squelch would’ve made you blush, flustered by how loud your coupling was if you weren’t so lost in your haze, hips bucking skyward and back curving, baring your throat to him. You raked your nails down his naked back and he groaned from both pain and pleasure.

“Come, Maus,” König’s familiar voice carried through your haze, his calming hand caressing the top of your head, fingers brushing your hair from your face while he urged you to your edge. “Meine süße Maus.”

Your body reacted to his command, it tensed and coiled, your limbs shook and your walls clamped around Horangi’s throbbing cock. He let out small moans, his pace growing sloppy with time, his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you towards him, your harder nipples flush against his chest. You cried out his name, first Horangi then König’s, you shuddered as you came, your high bringing an end to Horangi’s thrusting. He cursed, rutting against you, hitting deeply as his throbbing cock spurted rope after rope of warm cum. He trembled, teeth clamped down on the skin of your shoulder. Horangi ground into you, shallowly thrusting his cum deeper while he panted, complimenting you with honeyed words.

You shared a moment of calm and clarity, taking in each other while you slowly rode off your high. It was a comforting and loving silence as if only you mattered to him in this world. A calm bubble that seemed to exclude König, but he wasn’t bothered by it, in fact, he welcomed such small moments of mundane love and normalcy in their hectic lives as KorTac operators. The Austrian sat on your left, his hand soothing the chills on Horangi’s back, it went up his back to hold your hand, intertwining your fingers as he brought it to his veiled lips. 

“You did well, Maus,” he kissed each of your knuckles, pulling his veil and balaclava up to bite the tips of your fingers, nipping you playfully. “Rest for now, then I’ll have you as I want.”

@sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover

[buckyalpine]

Student Bucky

Shy Beefy Student Bucky x Professor Reader 

No thots, just 

He’s so smitten with his professor, always mesmerized with anything you say, gazing at you with heart eyes while you deliver your lectures. He could listen to you speak for hours, always finding a seat at the very front of the large hall so he doesn’t miss a word. 

He’s too shy to ever raise his hand and participate which is upsetting considering he’s on of the brightest students in your class. You always toss him a soft smile when you see him, adoring the little blush that follows after; it’s even worse when you compliment his papers. 

Every time he thinks about you, his mind ends up going to less than holy places and his hand finds itself down his pants. He can’t help it, thinking about your pretty body in those suits and skirts, how gorgeous you’d look spread out on your desk. You’re so brilliant and pretty and sweet and he isn’t sure how many times its been but his sheets are messy but he’s still so hard. 

He almost has a heart attack when you ask if he’d like to come on board a research project your doing. Obviously he’d never say no but your doe eyes looking up at him are too much and he can only nod in response. 

A few late nights and not so innocent touches later 

He’s so shy, he’s not even aware of how his size engulfs you under him, all his focus set on making you feel so good, giving you all the pleasure you deserve. 

“Does-does it feel good for you?” He asked timidly, biting down on his bottom lip, keeping his moans down, abs tensed from holding his body back from releasing too quickly. He can feel his cock throbbing, his orgasm already at the base of his length.

“So good baby, so so good”  You moan, your arms and legs wrapped around his body, the both of you in the middle of your large bed, all clothes tossed off, nothing separating you. “Making me feel so good baby”

The pet name makes him feral as he preens, adjusting his hips so he can fuck the very depths of your soul making you see stars. He maneuvers your legs higher up on his waist, loving the way your ankles are locked around his lower back. You let your hands wander around his body, clawing at the muscles on his back, and holding onto his biceps. 

“M’I doing okay?” He pants against your skin, hesitantly bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress. All you can do is moan and nod, the tip of his cock hitting that sensitive spot just right, your arousal making a creamy mess all along his veiny girthy shaft. “Yeah? M’making you feel good?” 

“You’re-so-thick-oh God” You cry out between thrusts, gasping at the stretch while he blushes, keeping his face hidden from you.

“I am?”

You giggle at his shyness, kissing his temple, finding his soft sweetness endearing.

“So thick baby, cock stretching me so good”

“You like it?”

“So fucking good James”

“M’gonna cum” He whines out, his pace growing sloppy but he doesn’t want to stop, he wants this night to last (not realizing it was the first of many). You gasp when he pulls out and buries his face between your legs. He laps at your arousal, mixed with his precum, your sensitive cunt soaking his scruffy cheeks. 

“Wan you to cum first” He shoves two fingers into your sopping core, thrusting and curling them till your screaming, your thighs trapping him in. 

“JAMES” 

“Say-say my name” He lets out a broken moan, growling when he feels your hand tug at his roots, his eyes rolling back. “You taste so good”

“You like that sweet boy? Like when I moan your name?” Your back arches off the bed as he suckles on your swollen clit, your body convulsing as pleasure consumes you. He laps up every drop you give him, not giving you a second to catch your breath; he flips you over with ease, bringing your ass all the way up and shoves his cock back in.

“F-FUCK JA-MES” you claw at the sheets while his large hands grip your hips, slamming your ass back on him to meet his thrusts, his heavy balls hitting your throbbing clit each time.

“You feel so good, don’t wanna pull out” he moaned, throwing his head back, nearly whimpering when he feels you flutter and clench around his swollen cock, your second orgasm already barrelling towards you.

“Can-can I cum in you?” He’s asking permission but he doesn’t know if he’ll have the willpower to pull out if you said no. He’s never felt so good, his cock harder and more sensitive than ever, your pussy swallowing every Inch he gives.

“Cum in me sweet boy” you slur out, letting him man handle you, getting off on how soft and sweet he is, a stark contrast to the way he fucked like an animal.

“Cum with me” he cries out, snaking his hand around to rub your clit, letting his heavy body collapse on top of you, rutting into you, letting his cock rub against your sweet spot. “M’gonna cum so much for you, fuck”

He gives you a few more harsh thrusts before he moans loudly in the back of your neck, his hands reaching out to grab something, locking with yours.

You both lay panting in a post sex haze, his warm cum making you thighs sticky. It doesn’t take long to feel him get hard inside you again, a low rumble emitting from his chest when you clench around him. He slowly drags his cock out before pushing it back in, letting his cum squirt out onto the sheets.

“Can I?” He asks softly, between gently thrusts, wrapping his arms around you when you nod, taking his time to savour your soft body wrapped around his large one. “Don’t wanna leave, you feel so good”

“We have all night baby, all night”

[metmotleysgirl127]

“Deserve it”

Summary: Nikki got the reader a new toy and the reader won’t hold still so he calls Tommy in for some help.

Warning- cursing, overstimulation, pinning.

*Dom Nikki, soft Nikki at the end. Soft Tommy.*

“Babe! You gotta quit squirming”, Nikki says. “Feels so good”, I whined, throwing my head back. We were in Nikki’s dressing room backstage. He had bought a vibrator and was using it for the first time. It felt so good but was so overwhelming. I couldn’t hold my bottom half still causing it to slip off my clit, delaying my release. “Fuck baby come on”, he says, putting his hand on my lower stomach. “I can’t hold still Nikki. I need to cum”, I cried. He turned off the vibrator, sighing. A light bulb went off in his head. He got up and opened the door. “Yo Tommy, come here a minute”, he yelled down the hallway. “Awe fuck”, I groaned. It wasn’t the first time Nikki let Tommy Join us, probably not the last. “Hey gorgeous”, Tommy says, walking in. “So listen man, I got this new toy for her but she can’t sit still. Hold her for me?”Nikki asked. “For sure bro”, Tommy says. “Is that okay with you sweets?”, Tommy asked. I nodded. Tommy got behind me and held my legs open. Nikki smirked to himself and turned on the vibrator. He placed it on my clit and I started shaking instantly. “That’s much better”, he says, teasing my entrance with his fingers. I whined, laying my head on Tommy’s chest.Tommy kissed my neck, trying to keep my mind off the sensitivity of my cunt. Next Nikki pushed his fingers inside my pussy making me moan out. “Damn baby, clenching me so tight. Good girl”, he growls, pumping his fingers. I whined in response, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “Tommy”, I whine. “I know baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum all over Nikki’s fingers”, he says, kissing my ear. Nikki looked up through his bangs, smirking at me. That fucking smirk. “Come on baby, you can do it”, Tommy says, licking the side of my face. “Don’t baby her lee” Nikki growls, quickening his pace on my cunt. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum”, I say, tears welling in my eyes. “Fucking finally”, nikki commented. I let out a scream and came all over Nikki’s face. “Holy shit, she’s like a fountain”, Tommy says in awe. Nikki opens his mouth and catches my slick in his mouth. “So delicious”, he says, turning off the vibrator. I whined as he pulled his fingers out. Tommy let go of my legs and I curled up into a ball, laying my head on his chest. “You did so good, I’m proud of you”, nikki says, kissing my nose. “Yeah?”, I asked. “Yeah, absolutely amazing”, he replied, kissing me. I closed my eyes and Tommy petted my hair, giving me sweet little compliments. “Alright man, she’s still my girl”, nikki says, lifting me up by my arms. Tommy rolled his eyes playfully and got up. Nikki then sat down and I turned myself around so that I was straddling his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Nikki I’m tired”, I say. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on mine. “Go to sleep, you deserve it”.

[cosmicladyy]

New

bowser jr. drabble, implied bowser x gn!reader

Junior has seen how happy you’ve made his dad, ever since he met you a while back.

but now that you were officially living within the castle walls, it felt.. different.

a good different. He can’t explain it, how can he when he doesn’t understand it either.

don’t get him wrong, he really likes you. he likes how you compliment him on his paintings and make up fun games to play with him. he likes how you help tie up his hair in his signature ponytail. he likes how you tell him stories that always seem to keep him on his toes. he especially likes how you’d sneak him a cookie or two when his dad isn’t looking in between meals.

but this was new to him, you sleeping in the castle, in his dad’s room.

where he usually runs to when he’s had a nightmare.

but it’s technically your room now too, and he doesn’t know if you even want him in there when you’re sleeping.

what if you get mad at him?

what if you leave his dad??

what if-

“Junior?” the tiny tyke lets out an undistinguished squeak as he nearly jumps out of his shell, the pillow he dragged with him being used as a fluffy weapon.

It’s you! Hair sticking out, pajamas all jumbled, barely conscious you.

you rub the sleep out of your eyes and suppress a yawn, “what’re you doin’ up? It’s late.”

junior hugs his pillow to his chest and buries his snout in it, mumbling.

“had a bad dream.. wanted t’ see papa.”

the sight instantly makes your heart clench, “but I didn’ know if you’d want me in bed with you guys.”

that alone threatens to send you to an early grave.

“aw jun, of course you can.” you crouch down to his level to meet his eyes, “you’re always welcome inside, you don’t have to ask.”

the soft smile you give him makes his tail wag, he sets the pillow aside and wraps his chubby arms around your neck. you feel him relax in your arms as you bring him in for an embrace. after adjusting your grip on his shell (while also being mindful of his spikes), you stand and trudge back inside.

after managing to close the massive wooden door with your foot, you slowly tip-toe over to the equally massive bed, where a certain koopa king lays; his loud snores filling the silence.

“you want me to wake him up for you?” when you receive no response, you look down and realize you’re the only one awake.

you lay the sleeping prince next to his giant father, making sure his head rests comfortably on a pillow, and tuck him in.

sleep is calling your name as you make yourself comfortable and pull the blanket up to your chin, your eyes fluttering shut.

-extra-

what you didn’t know, was that Junior was content with just being in your arms and pretended to have fallen asleep; he didn’t want to wake his dad up now that he was safe with you.

when he knows you’ve fallen asleep, he snuggles into your warm side and curls himself into a ball.

yea, he can get used to this.

[erikftglitter]

The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens’ New Wife

Erik Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens’ New Wife

Dr. Erik Stevens leads a life shrouded in silence and solitude, retreating into the shadows of his isolated existence outside the hospital. Haunted by his past and determined to shield those around him from his turmoil, he avoids all human connection. So when middle school teacher and unsuspecting Kari Evans extends an invitation into her world, she unknowingly opens a door to understanding the sadistic nature of Dr. Erik “Killmonger” Stevens.

—

Kari was humbled by most of the comments from married women in her life. A perfect man did not exist and she shouldn’t waste her vital years searching for him. She ought to be somewhat happy with a man and raise a family. Having a hobby or two would fulfill the gaps of unhappiness.

She almost believed that until she was hit by a shopping cart in the grocery store.

“Ow!” She exclaimed. The metal cart had unexpectedly hit the side of her body when she was shopping for cereal. So much for looking for a balanced breakfast.

“Oh my goodness. I’m very sorry.” The man rushed over to Kari and pushed his cart away from her body. She couldn’t even process a response before she felt her shirt being lifted by the man as he examined the damage. What the hell?

“There’s a little redness present and the indentations from the cart should subside within the next half an hour. I’m very sorry ma’am.”

He spoke softly and surely. If he hadn’t hit her a few moments ago he’d have an advantage over the rest of the men in the small town. He helped her off the ground and she didn’t miss the sizable difference between his hands and her body.

Snapping out of her daze by the painfully obvious fact that the man was clearly waiting for a response from her.

“I-It’s alright. I’m okay.” She stammered. It was partially from being flustered by the presence of the man in front of her and partially because she was just face to face with grocery store tiles.

He was perfect. Tall, brownskin, with a build that made her heart flutter. His hair was cut low and he was wearing gold frames that complimented his facial structure perfectly. Her touch starved description of the beautiful man was cut short by his voice.

“I’m Erik,” His eyes never left hers. “Dr. Erik Stevens. Again I’m very sorry for that. I’m a general surgeon at Oregon Medical Center and I’m just trying to figure out what the hell these interns wrote.” He looked down at the white paper in utter confusion and tried to make out the scribbles on the paper. They were definitely living up to the theory that doctors had atrocious handwriting.

“It’s alright.” Kari had enough embarrassment for the day. Being star-struck by a beautiful man in the grocery store after being struck by his shopping cart full of coffee was going to supply enough ammunition for the next year to keep her wide awake at night.

“Well can I make sure that you get to your car safely?” The doctor asked. He was genuinely upset by his actions. It wasn’t like him to multitask and hurt someone. He had always lived by that and he was in the process of teaching his new set of medical students the same thing.

“No, that's okay Dr. Stevens. I’m fine.” Kari just wanted this interaction to stop so that she could curl up into a ball. She was already an anxious adult and it didn’t take much for her to feel overwhelmed. She would just finish grocery shopping another time and at another store completely.

She completely missed how the man drank in her appearance or how his dick jumped at the way she said his name. Erik could just mount the smaller women in the breakfast aisle, but he remained calm. However, his ego was ready to play.

This was an exhausting life for the older man as well. He had started his career in the United States Navy SEALS and practiced medicine in the field. Saving hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the process of his studies. His ability to read people was instinctual and both a blessing and a curse.

Sometimes he longed to be normal. To be able to relate to the other surgeons. To have a wife and kids at home and have simple hobbies outside of work, but Dr. Stevens had a very big problem.

He was not relatable. Not even in the slightest. The Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder that he suffered from made him a permanent victim of insomnia and isolation. After work he worked out, ate, and stayed in complete silence or else his body would not be functional and he would take over again. And he loved to play.

He thought that he was doing a good thing by checking to see if the woman was okay, for heaven’s sake he sees all types of body parts every single day. He was pretty desensitized to anything. He’s not sure what’s triggering the unexpected reunion with him, but he would love it if he went back to hiding.

There was no cure for Erik’s predicament. The Navy created a permanent presence that he could not erase. He was always there underneath the surface waiting to play and Erik just did his best to regulate him. For the most part they were satisfied. He was rich, worked alongside beautiful women that were thankfully married (or else he would’ve probably been in trouble a long time ago), and with the relocation to Oregon he thought that he would have a nice quiet life.

But Kari was triggering him. Maybe it was the clear aversion of eye contact, or maybe the way she gasped and how her lips parted, or maybe it was just the beauty of her existence. Erik and his ego were both in agreement with the latter part and that was never a good thing.

Erik lived in a permanent state of forced celibacy. Between his unexpected reunions with his ego and the way that his PTSD would randomly flare up, his conscious brain felt better about not putting a woman close in his grasp. It had been five years since his last sexual encounter and he fucking hated it. Sure he worked with women and found some attractive here and there, but he was an absolute extremist. If he was not strongly attracted to them then they did not exist. It was not like women hadn’t tried. Some even had the arrogance to imply that he was gay because of his lack of attraction towards them, but the Navy trains you to be a centered being. If he couldn’t control his own dick then he had no business being a trained assassin. Especially being a legally endorsed assassin.

Kari’s voluminous curls were doing something to him. The matching athletic suit that complimented her figure, the doe eyes of pure submission, and her soft spoken voice had his palms sweating. He needed to get away from this woman quickly. But he was too late. Kill was already there and ready to play.

“Well at least allow me to pay for your groceries. I insist.” He smiled at Kari. He watched her face intensely as she debated the offer. This woman was in for it.

Kari continued her shopping as usual. She’s not sure why the gentleman is so persistent about paying for her groceries, but the teacher salary in the small town of Caber City, Oregon was pitiful. Almost as pitiful as Kari. She didn’t expect him to merge their carts and shop together but she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit that the company was nice.

She didn’t have many friends or any for that matter. All of her childhood friends moved out of Caber City as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She had been raised by her grandparents and took care of them both up until their deaths. She lived a quiet life in the big house that they left her. She wondered every day if she should just follow the path of the rest of her coworkers at CC Middle School and just marry someone she went to highschool with.

“You don’t have to be back soon Dr. Stevens?” Kari asked after several moments of silence. Her thoughts were becoming too much for her and she wasn’t home to self-regulate.

“No.” He answered quickly. “Too many hours. They practically kicked me out.” He added. Kari tried to hide the smile creeping up on her face, but Erik didn’t miss the way that her eyes silently confirmed her satisfaction.

“I suppose no wife or children are waiting for you at home then, huh?” Kari was trying not to be painfully obvious at her attempts to know the man a bit better, but if he was going to follow her around and pay for her groceries, then she would feel better if he played into her fantasy. She would probably think about it every day.

“Correct. Long hours are not enough time to get to that I suppose.” Erik replied. That wasn’t a complete lie. Kari nodded. He wondered what she was thinking about. He wondered if she’d been interested or intimidated by him by now. His ego didn’t care either way.

It didn’t take Kari long to finish her list and to help Erik with his. He didn’t mind how long it took, truly. He was more interested in the athletic two piece set that she wore. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off to reveal her stunning figure. The things that he would do to this woman were unacceptable.

Once Erik kept his promise to pay for all her groceries and for their shopping to conclude; Kari almost felt sad. Who was Dr. Stevens really? How could she get to know him more? Oh what hell she had already been embarrassed enough, what’s the worst that could happen?

Erik was fighting a silent battle between himself. He was almost back in control when they left the grocery store and entered the parking lot. All he had to do was load the bags into her car and to get to his car. Then he could take a cold shower and return back to himself and this beautiful woman could return back to hers without his interruption.

“Hey. Why don’t I show you around Caber City sometime?”

Those ten words were enough to make Erik completely lose control. Oh how close you were to being a free woman, he thought silently. With a sinister smile Erik agreed to the woman’s offer.

“I’d love that.”

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Your Good Boy [Drabble]

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony being a good boy as you give him a treat

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, sub!Anthony/domme!reader, oral sex (f to m), blow job, swallowing.

Word Count: 0.6k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Played another round of smut roulette. I got Regency + Anthony + Oral Sex. Just a short lil drabble. This is dedicated to the Anthony aficionado (seriously, check out her fics) @colettebronte. Enjoy <3

The little noises he makes are honestly the best part. His hips fighting their fractional flex. A warm hand on your shoulder, wanting something to grip but not daring to grab your head. 

“Good boy,” pulling up enough to speak, you compliment his restraint, knowing how much he wants to grab you, thrust into your mouth. You can tell from the twitch in his downy thighs how close he is. The pleased little handsome smile that tugs at his lips is so beguiling. 

You dive back in. Taking his pretty cock deep into your mouth, suckling hard, your tongue teasing his length as you sink down and rise back up, enjoying every contour passing between your lips as he lays beneath you, so obediently still.

“Please, my lady…” his voice is rough, hesitant. Asking without saying it, he wants more.

“Does my good boy want to come?” you tease, pressing your tongue against his frenulum, fisting the rest of his cock in a gentle squeezing motion.

“Please…” it’s ragged and so very hopeful.

He’s so beautiful like this you almost want to deny him. Edge him until he shudders and begs so needily.

“Do you think you deserve it?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

“Only you may decide that, my lady,” he answers immediately, and you smile, running the fingers of your other hand in a petting motion over the soft skin of his upper thighs. You love that he, Viscount, head of the family, wants nothing more than to submit to your will behind closed doors.

“Good answer, my sweet,” you smirk, squeezing his steely cock and loving the hitching, desperate little noises he makes as a bead of pre cum leaks from his tip. You swipe it with your tongue, and his groan is loud, long and lust-filled.

So you decide not to tease him further. 

“Hold onto the headboard,” you instruct and enjoy the sight of his strained biceps as he reaches above his head, knuckles turning white with his firm grip, looping his hands around the top edge. 

Without preamble, you take him as deep as you can, and the howl he makes is like music to your ears. You hold him there, unable to breathe, his cock filling the back of your mouth as you let your tongue slip out and lick his root. He moans, and his signet ring tinks against the metal studs framing the headboard as his finger tense. You feel his balls tighten against your chin and know it won’t take much now. 

So you arrange yourself better over him and begin a rhythm of sinking and rising fast, tongue swirling, sucking until your cheeks are hollow. He is babbling your name as you keep going, even after he hisses a warning that he is so close.

You feel his thighs tense under your breasts and a guttural groan, and then he is coming, hot ropes of salty fluid painting the roof of your mouth that you decide to swallow, your treat for him. 

His whole body is tense as he keeps coming; you hold; still, the hand on your shoulder heavy, fingers curled, snagging the delicate silk of your dress. When he is done, you slowly pull off as he lies sated, head slumped to one side,

“There…,” you smile, “now are you a little less tense for this soirée, husband?” you giggle.

“You are a goddess, Viscountess,” is his blissful response as you assist him in pulling up his underwear and britches from around his knees.

“Don’t you forget it,” you wink and rise from the bed just as you hear your butler announcing the arrival of carriages outside Bridgerton House. “Come on,” you cajole as he slips reluctantly from the bed, “time to be Viscount.”

“Until later,” he whispers in your ear as he joins you at the door. “Then I wish to be your good boy again.”

Well, who could refuse that?

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However Long It Takes - Chapter Four

Klaus Mikaelson x oc slow burn series

Charlotte was immediately intrigued when she met the "Originals." She found them misunderstood - especially the hybrid, Klaus. Something about him was drawing her in... There was an undeniable tension between the two, something that Charlotte's friends absolutely hated. Is Klaus really as dangerous as he acts?

Word Count: 1737

Warnings: None in this chapter

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Chapter Four - 1920's

You found different ways to keep yourself busy lately. Working harder at getting your grades up, trying out new hobbies, hunting… Anything to keep your mind occupied from the one thing it kept coming back to… Klaus.

You hadn’t seen him since the ball, but you had texted him the following day after receiving his drawing of yourself. You’d spent nearly an hour trying to figure out what the hell to text him and whether it was even a smart idea to in the first place.

Thank you for the drawing. It is beautiful.

He took about an hour after that to respond, which was the longest hour of your life. You felt absolutely pathetic waiting around for him to answer you, like a little school girl with a crush. But you couldn’t help it. This man had you captivated, no matter how hard you tried not to be.

Not as beautiful as you are. Couldn’t quite capture that so easily.

You never responded, unable to form a coherent response for the life of you. You wanted to talk to him, to see him – but you had pride. You looked at that damn drawing every night before going to sleep, consistently in amazement at not only his abilities but in the fact that he took the time to do this for you.

The next time you saw him was about two weeks after the Mikaelson ball. Caroline was forcing everyone to go to the decade dance, and you actually weren’t against it. She wanted everyone to pretend it was a normal night and they weren’t all involved in a messed up supernatural world, but you weren’t going for that. The dance was 20’s themed, which was your favorite era. In addition to that, you really needed a distraction. Anything to keep your mind off of Klaus.

The last thing you expected was to see him at this high school dance… But sure enough, you locked eyes with him from across the room not fifteen minutes after arriving. He grinned at you from the other side of the crowded gym and you felt your heart stop in your chest. Why was he here? Your feet started carrying you toward him without your permission and he started walking right toward you too. “Charlotte,” he physically looks you up and down with a pleased grin. You are wearing a simple white lace dress with white elbow length gloves and curled hair to match the era, and he is in an all white suit. You look like you’d matched intentionally, but that was not the case. “You look ravishing as always.” Your cheeks grow warm at his compliment and you mentally scold yourself.

“Thank you,” you smile shyly. “What are you doing here?”

“My sister begged me to…Plus I fancied a nice evening. The 20’s were… spectacular.” A slow jazz song starts to play and people begin pairing up to dance.

“Ah, Charlotte. There you are! Stefan was just saying how he wanted to dance, weren’t you?!” Caroline shoots a look at Stefan as he stands beside her, looking like he’s being held captive…

“Uhh–” he starts but Caroline interrupts him.

“Why don’t you two dance?!” She tries pushing you closer but Klaus places a hand on the small of your back and shoots daggers at Caroline and Stefan. Your eyes pierce Caroline’s falsely innocent ones, but she pretends to be oblivious. “Actually Charlotte was just about to join me for a dance. Isn’t that right, love?” he cocks his head to grin at you and you bashfully meet his eye.

“Yes,” is all you can muster up to say while meeting his intense gaze, his face less than a yard from yours. Caroline crosses her arms with a huff and Stefan takes a step back, seemingly relieved.

“Why do you always have to prove you’re the alpha male?” Caroline snaps at Klaus angrily.

“I don’t need to prove anything, love. I am the alpha male,” he grins arrogantly, taking your hand and leading you away from her. He is exuding confidence and power, and something about it was so… sexy.

He places a hand on your waist and cups your right hand in his own. Your eyes look at your small hand grasped in his, then up at his eyes. You place your left hand hesitantly on his shoulder and sway with him. “You seem nervous,” Klaus points out as he leads you in the slow dance. Of course he can tell… He can probably hear your heart pounding.

“Do I?” you try to play it off with no success.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asks with a familiar grin. You gaze up into his blue eyes for a long moment, swaying to the song. You do not respond, but the way his grin fades into a more serious look, you can tell that he knows your response. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, and you can feel everywhere he is touching you burn like fire. How did you fall for him so fast?

He continues to lead you, his hand on your waist pulling you even closer to his body. There is only inches between you. You can smell his scent, a combination of a masculine cologne or aftershave, and an outdoorsy smell. Your gaze drops from his intense eyes down to his full lips. He is studying you as you take him in, but you can’t help it. It feels like you are the only two in the room. Everyone else has faded into the background and your guard is completely down. “You would’ve loved the 1920’s, Charlotte. Girls were reckless, sexy… Fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped.” Suddenly, he spins you elegantly before pulling you back into his arms. A large grin spreads across your face. “Perhaps one day… You’ll turn up at my door, and let me show you what the world has to offer.” He meets your eye in a very intense gaze and your noses are almost touching. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel shaky, unsettled… But in the best way. You’ve never felt something so intense before. You move your head forward just a centimeter, touching the tip of your nose to his and practically asking him to kiss you… And just when it felt like he was going to… The song ended and you felt an aggressive tap on your shoulder.

“Charlotte, can I talk to you?!” Caroline all but drags you away from Klaus and you stumble in your heels as she takes you away by your bicep toward the back wall. “What the hell are you doing?!” she whisper-shouts at you.

“It’s really none of your business, Caroline. And that was very rude,” you feel your blood boil at her interruption and judgment. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! Saving you from being seduced by a psychotic murderer is rude now?!”

“Would you just stop it? You’re acting like none of us have ever killed anyone. Hello? Ripper? Damon? You included!” you exclaim back at her, looking over your shoulder briefly to make sure no one was listening. She is stunned momentarily, taken aback by your comment.

“That’s different. Okay? Rebekah has tried to kill Elena! Klaus killed Jenna and probably thousands of people! He’s a bad guy!” She cries.

“Why is this any of your business?” you narrow your eyes at her.

“What do you mean? You’re one of us, you’re my friend. I can’t just stand around while you make a huge mistake!” 

“You know what? It isn’t any of your business who I dance with. Or anything for that matter. So leave me the hell alone.” Without another word, you walk away back in the direction of where Klaus was, and spot him by the wall, looking right at you.

“Everything alright, love?” he asks. You know he is aware of what just happened but you wish he wasn’t. You look at him for a long moment before sighing and saying “You wanna get outta here?” He furrowed his brows at first before a large grin spread across his features and he offered you his arm without another word. You allowed him to lead you out of the gym and toward the exit.

“Rebekah, call me back immediately. You begged me to come to this ridiculous dance and now you are nowhere to be found.” he left a voicemail for his sister while he stood beside you just outside of the high school. Suddenly, Klaus took notice of something off in the distance. You followed his eyes and saw that there was a large line of salt surrounding the school. What was that for? He let out an angry huff and muttered: “What is this?” You turn when you hear someone approaching.

“Your mother’s back.” Stefan informs Klaus, not looking at you. 

~

You stayed close by Klaus as you all gathered in the empty basketball court while Bonnie tried to break the boundary spell. “What’s taking so long?” Klaus asked impatiently. “All boundary spells have a loophole.”

Eventually, Klaus figured out where Esther was and the boundary spell was broken. He walked you home in silence, making sure that you got there safely. You wanted to go with him to make sure Rebekah was okay, but he wouldn’t allow it. You stood together on your front porch, disappointed in the turn that the night took. You couldn’t help but blame at least part of it on Caroline.

“Thanks for taking me home,” you say quietly as you stand outside your door.

“Had to make sure you got here safely,” is all he says in response. He seems pretty angry still, not that you blame him. You take a hesitant step toward him, stepping into his space. His eyes meet yours for the first time all evening and you see an unfamiliar look in his eyes. “Thank you,” you repeat with a soft smile. You really did appreciate him looking out for your safety. He didn’t have to do that.

His mouth fell open a little and he eyed you intensely, before quickly leaning in and placing a soft, chaste kiss on your cheek. Your heart pounded in your chest and you held your breath as he looked into your eyes, only inches between your lips. Then, without saying anything else, he vamped away into the night.

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DAY 13 | NOVEMBER RAIN

PAIRING: seo changbin x reader

GENRE: hurt/comfort

WC: 0.98k

CW: reader goes through a break up and takes it hard, insecurities over being a "good partner", theres crying

PROMPT: "you came?" "you called?"

i feel bad giving binnie only the shorter oneshots. i thought this might be longer but it got more personal than i intended, so thats why it might seem rushed a bit bc i didnt want to go that into detail. btw november rain is song rec of the day, bc its an amazing song! i hope you enjoy <3

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You stared at your phone in shock, unable to form any coherent thoughts at the moment. The delivered message was glowing on the screen, and every time you looked at it, it felt like knives twisting in your gut. You couldn’t believe it. This… This had to be a nightmare. It had to be. But no matter how many times you pinched and slapped yourself, you didn't wake up. It was very real, and it was happening to you. 

Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. And over a text like a coward. He didn’t provide any explanation; he just said it wasn't working anymore. You didn’t understand it. Sure, there had been some tough moments in your relationship, but you resolved those ages ago. The past few months had been nothing but happy. He had never given you any hints, any signs, or anything to indicate he was feeling that way. Hell, it wasn't even that long ago when he was telling you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. 

You sank to your knees, feeling the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. With shaking fingers and hazy vision, you closed the conversation with your now-ex and opened a different chat. Barely registering any of your actions, you typed out a simple message. Then the phone slipped out of your fingers, and you curled into a pathetic little ball, lying on the floor of your bedroom and wetting it with your tears, wondering what led him to that decision.

Was it something you did? Were you not good enough as a partner? You weren’t the most affectionate person out there; physical contact or expressing your feelings was something you struggled with a lot. But you always did your best to make sure your ex-boyfriend - you corrected yourself - knew you loved him. Small gestures, compliments, spending time together, being his support system when he didn't believe in himself... You always thought that was an important part of a relationship, so you tried to fulfill the duty as best as you could. But it wasn't enough. You failed as a partner. You failed, you failed, you failed. Your brain kept chanting that over and over again. All of your insecurities came flooding into your brain at once. You covered your ears in a useless attempt to silence the voices in your head.

You didn't know how long you were there, curled into yourself. You just knew it was long enough for the tears to stop falling. Faintly, you heard someone in the other room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care who it was. You were too far gone in your own head. Someone pounded on your door, but you didn't answer. In the next second, the door was getting kicked down as a distressed Changbin ran through.

Seeing you on the floor in that state made him stop. He slowly kneeled down to you, bringing one hand to your hair and stroking it gently. “Are you with me? Y/N?” When he didn't get a response from you, he sat down, leaning on your bed for leverage, as his arms gently lifted you and helped you into his lap. Then his hand returned to your hair, carding his fingers through it while he whispered sweet nothings to you. “It's okay, baby. I'm here now,” he murmured, his other hand moving to stroke your back. His soothing touch slowly brought you out of your dazed state.

“Binnie,” you choked on a sob, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing yourself closer. Right now, he was a grounding weight around you. As long as he was there, you were going to be okay. 

“It's okay,” he said softly, not halting his ministrations even as you moved. “It's okay.” He let you lay there as long as you needed, providing you with the silent comfort you needed right now. He knew you would tell him eventually, but he also knew you needed to do that at your own pace. Pressuring you into talking would only lead to you closing off completely.

After a while, you pulled away. You had calmed down enough to talk. You looked at Changbin, who flashed you a relieved smile. Noticing the strange material that was crumpled under your fingers. You looked up at him, your lips parted in slight shock. “You're still in your stage outfit,” you whispered, looking at him in disbelief.

“We just finished the shoot when I saw your message,” he shrugged. “It said he broke up with you and to help, so I ran here. The stylists weren’t too happy, but Channie-hyung will handle it.” Changbin smiled at you. The realization dawned on you. When you texted Changbin, it was in the middle of a music show. 

“Binnie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have disrupted your schedule; I was just  panicking and-"You began frantically apologizing, because this wasn't that big of a problem. You just overreacted. You didn’t need to drag Changbin into your mess. The voices got loud again.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stop,” Changbin said gently but firmly, grabbing your hands so you would stop fidgeting. He intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed to let you know he's with you. “You needed me, so I came here. I didn't have to do it, but I did. Because I care about you more than about doing a music show.” You looked up at him, your lips stretching to a smile, in spite of the mess happening in your brain. You didn’t deserve this man. Changbin was too good for you. But you were happy you had him.

You launched yourself onto him, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. “Thank you, Binnie. For being here and... and for everything,” you murmured into his shoulder. 

“Of course,” he responded, hugging you tighter.

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Drop any headcannon requests in my ask box or the comments, I'd love to do them! My fandom masterlist can be found at the bottom of my top pinned post.

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× Poe is a certified workaholic; total perfectionist. When it comes to his writing, whether it's a novel or some obscure poetry, you can get his attention on nothing else until it's exactly as he first envisioned it.

× Thus, there would be days he's working on a project and can't seem to reach those impossibly high standards. On these difficult days, when he's moping around being hard on himself and declaring he will abandon his career, it's up to you to comfort him. Remind him that his work is amazing, and so is he.

× Because that's his love language: words of affirmation. This man EATS IT UP when you give him reassurance, compliments, anything. He's having a low self esteem day? Just read over his shoulder, praise the intricacy of the written words and flirt. He'll be beaming.

× Poe is just as sweet and considerate when you have low self esteem days, maybe even more so! He's not the most socially aware, since he daydreams so much, so you'll have to let him know if you're down. When you do his response is always "I cannot imagine what for! You are as the moon in the night sky, the flowers of the valley." Corny? ABSOLUTELY. He talks to you like an 18th century poet. You thought it was weird at first, but now it's totally endearing.

× His love style is flamboyant; a traditionally romantic lover. Late night strolls and candlelight dinners- but he always does it his way. His favorite walks with you are in the rain, when you both dress in heavy jackets, you curled against his arm, under the umbrella. The candlelight dinners are always lit by black candles.

× Obviously, he's goth. If you aren't, he doesn't mind... but if you are, he'll love you even more for it.

× Though romantic, he's shy about it. Not the dashing gentleman, sweep you off your feet type. He's more the type that, when you come home from work, he'll have a surprise candle light dinner laid out with some soft goth rock playing in the background, dressed in his very best. He won't address it as anything unusual, but hopes you will praise him. And when you do, he blushes and stammers like nuts.

× I'm sure this goes without saying, but he also writes you romantic poetry. That stuff is like reading "Song of Solomon." Once again, never addresses it, but he'll leave any poetry he wrote for you under your pillow or beside your toothbrush in the morning, get up and get to work before you awaken and find it.

× He's fairly quiet and shy most of the time, content to listen to and watch you rather than interacting. But if you want to hear him talk, ask about his newest novel. He'll go on for HOURS.

× One stress between the two of you is that he struggles to take care of himself. Mind almost always on his work, he lives perpetually in his own fantasy world; the world he's building on paper. That often causes him forget to shower, eat, etc. If you've been out of the house, it's almost certain you'll return to a hungry, frail grease ball of a boyfriend leaned intently over his manuscript.

× Since he's LOADED, he spends ridiculous amounts of money on you like it's nothing. All his gifts are atrociously expensive, often times for no reason. It's rather concerning.

× And lastly, since he's more traditionally minded, he wants to wait to ~do the deed~ until marriage. However, he'll kiss and cuddle you every day, and he is SUCH a good kisser.

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@pocky-dragon Hello there! First of all I really enjoy your fics and headcannons and I was wondering if you have any headcannons/thoughts on Casey from rottmnt?

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🏒Casey Jr Tkl Headcanons💚

~AN: Eergejehhesh my BOOOOOY! Pocky you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do something for this mans- Now that events are done, hopefully I can get back up and running! Thank you for requesting!~

Gen:

Things weren't totally serious, totally crazy all the time in his timeline

Before Raph and Donnie…moved on, everyone was fairly optimistic. I mean, sure, it was the apocalypse, but they had hope.

When Casey was little, all four brothers would take turns playing with him. While each one had very different interactions, they all universally loved doing one thing: tickling him.

After all the sadness, Big Leo still tried to keep things uplifting for the boy.

He rarely full-on tickled him, but a few light pokes or squeezes here and there were the perfect thing to put a smile on the teen’s face.

Big Mikey would abuse his powers and sneak up behind Casey, squeezing his sides or teasing his neck.

Occasionally, when the boy was really down in the dumps, holding his arms while Big Leo cheered him up with some tickles.

Lee:

Let's all be honest here: he's a lee. No matter how hard he tries, he always ends up getting his ass handed to him.

Not that he doesn't adore it, of course.

He sees it as a fun way to bond with his new family, even if they do tease the shell out of him.

Worst spots are his hips, belly button and armpits. He likes all of them, though his melt spot is his palms; the best snorty-giggles stem from there.

Bushiest boi, will turn red as fresh cherries if you tease him right~

While he loves tickles from the whole Hamato fam, his favorite lers would have to be Raph and Leo.

He never really got to know Big Raph, but young him is a giant, compassionate teddy bear. A teddy bear that also happens to have a night job as a professional tickle monster!

As for Leo, he'd always felt close to the blue-themed turtle. Besides the obvious connections to his Leo, the guy’s just fun to be around.

The jokes get him giggling, and he feels safe around Leo.

Reigning loser of every tickle fight ever.

He's won maybe twice. Once against a very sleepy Leo, and again with a partner.

Self-conscious about his laugh, but the fam works daily to try and help him jump that hurdle! -♡

Little pill bug: his first response to anything tickly, from pokes to full-on tickled, is curling up into a tiny ball.

Adorable to watch, and even cuter to hear his little squeal when you get to his spots anyway!

Ler:

Rarely happens, but he's still not bad!

Really giggly ler, likes to laugh with his lee.

Definitely gets flustered when someone asks to be tickled by him.

Again, rare, but it does occasionally happen.

He's afraid of hurting them, so only the gentlest of tickles and little scritches unless/until they ask for more.

When he does tickle someone, it's usually Leo, Mikey or April.

Leo is a sorta-undercover angst lord, and Casey likes to hear him laugh when he's bummed or overthinking things.

Mikey is just playful. He'll annoy Casey, mostly on purpose, and get what's coming to him. Other times, he'll be attempting to help the artsy turtle with his makeup and tickle him with the brushes. Intentional or not, I'll let you decide…

With April, it's almost always circumstantial. Dragged into a random tickle fight, Raph asking for backup, Donnie needing someone to do his dirty work.

April tickles him more than he ever gets her. Very few times does it happen, but he's capable of giving revenge tickles.

Doesn't usually tease, but he will compliment his lee's laugh and/or reactions.

“I love your laugh, it's so happy!” “Hey, don't be ashamed of the blush. Red's a good color on you!” “Was that a snort? No, don't hide it, that's adorable!”

It took a while to get to that point, but with self confidence and a whole family of support, he can finally start putting himself out there. Even if it is with something as goofy as tickling.

[lendeah]

After the Weave 3.

series masterlist

Summary: Elara and Astarion go to the ball with the aim of securing support, but navigating high society comes with its own set of perils.

Pairing: Astarion x OFC!Tav, past Gale x OFC!Tav

Tags: Angst, Drinking to Cope, References to Depression, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Emotional Baggage, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Post-Break Up, Tav finds herself again with Astarion, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD.

Word count: 4.3k

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"Godlike power, perhaps I can live without, but you?

You're everything"

The memory tugs at my mind, that moment beneath the rich purple sky, when everything felt within my grasp beside him. I can still see it clearly - the way his eyes gazed at me, filled with adoration and vows of forever. But now, as I finish tightening the corset with a sharp pull, the long red ball gown hugging my curves perfectly, I realize that those were just empty promises. Lies upon lies.

The crimson silk hugs my curves beautifully, though as I walk the long halls, each step becomes a battle against the uncomfortable fabric that makes me trip repeatedly. A beautiful dress indeed, but one that brings discomfort and pain with every move. Just like Gale's love.

Astarion is waiting by the entrance, looking as disinterested as ever, his face a mask of boredom. He is dressed in a crimson and black suit that hugs his form in all the right places. I can't help but admire how the fabric accentuates his lithe frame, the way it compliments his pale skin and emphasizes the white of his curls.

As his eyes finally land on me, something changes in them. There's a flicker of surprise and admiration before he quickly masks it with his usual sneer.

"That is a nice dress, I wonder who made it. They sure are talented, for making you of all people look regal."

I roll my eyes, "I don't even know how they got all my measures right. I mean, I don't think anyone has ever measured me, to begin with."

Astarion smirks, his eyes roaming over my form with a hint of amusement."Ah, well, I do recall taking your measurements once. However, that was quite some time ago, my dear, so you may have forgotten it."

I frown, and then a flicker of a memory flashes through my mind, and I can see Astarion's skilled fingers and his concentrated expression as he took my measurements with meticulous precision.

"You shared my measurements with a seamstress to make this dress?" I ask, surprised that he went to such great lengths for our work at the grand ball.

Astarion's eyes become unreadable for a second, and then he nods. "Yes, of course. It wouldn't do for you to arrive at the ball looking anything less than perfect." His tone is laced with sarcasm, but I can sense a hint of sincerity behind his words.

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. "You never cease to surprise me, bloodsucker." I say, approaching him slowly. "Thank you for your help."

His smirk softens into a small smile and he bows slightly in response. "It was my pleasure, Lady Elara."

His voice is dripping with mock formality, and I can't help but chuckle at his antics. I gesture towards the door. "Shall we, Sir. Ancunín?"

Astarion extends his arm to me like a gentleman, and I take it gratefully, feeling strangely comforted by his touch.

Just as we are about to step into the grand carriage, he stops and turns to face me once again. "Are you absolutely certain about this? We can stay here if you'd like, especially after... the missive."

I wince to myself. I knew he would want to talk about the letter sooner or later, but I thought I had done a pretty good job avoiding the subject for the past few days. Aparently, it hadn't been enough.

"Yes, I'm sure. The sooner we get this over with, the better." I say dismissively.

He looks at me intently, his eyes searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. Then, his expression softens as he nods in understanding. "Very well then, shall we go?"

We climb into the grand carriage, and make our way towards the palace where the ball is being held. The ride is a quiet one, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I steal subtle glances at the man in front of me. He looks mesmerizing, as always, with his white, tousled hair falling just so over his forehead, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. His crimson eyes, usually filled with mischief, now hold a hint of worry that he's trying to conceal, and I have to fight the urge to smooth the lines that have formed in his forehead.

I catch myself staring and quickly avert my gaze, focusing on the passing scenery outside the carriage window. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the city. Lately I feel like I'm constantly living in the night, between the walls of the Palace. I guess that is how Astarion's life has felt in the last few months, back in the shadows without the tadpole giving him immunity to the sunlight. I can't help but pity him, as the memories of his pale body basking in the morning light flash through my mind.

As we near the palace, Astarion finally breaks the silence between us. His voice is softer than before, almost hesitant.

"When was the last time you practiced the art of sorcery?" he asks, with his eyes still fixed on the window.

I feel myself freeze up at the question. It's been months since Gale left, and with him went my motivation to even touch a spellbook or scroll. Every hint of magic reminded me of him, and I couldn't bring myself to face that pain again.

"It's been a while," I admit reluctantly. "Since Gale left."

Astarion nods in understanding, but there is a hint of dissatisfaction in his expression. "That's a shame. You were good," he says firmly, finally looking at me.

I meet his gaze, feeling a mixture of gratitude and irritation. Astarion always had a way of cutting through the chaos in my mind and speaking truths that I didn't want to confront. He was right, of course. I had allowed Gale's departure to shatter not only my heart but also my connection to magic. A wave of regret washes over me as I realize how easily I had let go of something I loved so much, how easily I had forgotten myself.

"I know," I reply, my tone softer than I anticipated. "It's just... difficult. Every time I try to conjure a spell or tap into that part of myself, I can't help but think of him."

"Ah, I understand the pain of reminders all too well," he murmurs with a wry smile. "But Elara, you cannot let him, or anyone for that matter, define who you are or what you're capable of. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for."

His words stir something within me, an ember of determination that has been smoldering beneath the ashes of heartbreak. Perhaps he's right. Perhaps it's time to reclaim my magic. But not now, I tell myself, there would be time for that after we finish doing what we came here to do.

As we step out of the carriage and into the entrance of the castle, my mouth falls open. I didn't even know such extensive grounds could fit in Baldur's Gate's narrow streets. The palace, lit up by hundreds of lanterns and torches, looks like something out of a fairytale. The gardens are filled with colorful flowers and fountains, and the marble steps leading to the entrance are lined with statues of ancient gods.

Astarion catches me staring in awe and smirks. "Remarkable, isn't it? A chance to join the illustrious Duke at his grand ball is a rare privilege indeed."

"Wait, Duke? As in Duke Ravengaard? As in, Wyll's dad?"

Astarion nods, "Yes, the very same. I'm surprised you didn't know, it must've slipped my mind to tell you." But the mischief in his eyes tells me he most definitely didn't.

As we make our way into the grand ballroom, I find out the grand hall is just as breathtaking as the exterior. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow on everything below. People dressed in extravagant gowns and suits dance to music played by musicians in one corner of the room. As Astarion and I enter the room, all eyes turn towards us with a flurry of emotion. Some gaze at us with curious intrigue, while others openly display their desire. But the dominant reaction is one of pure fear, evident in the way they shrink back and avoid eye contact.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that have resurfaced at the sight of so many eyes on us. Astarion must sense this, because he takes my hand on his cold one and squeezes it reassuringly.

"Relax," he whispers with a smile. "Just be your usual 'Savior of Baldur's Gate' self and you will be more than fine."

As we reach the ballroom, I can see it is filled with high-ranking officials, nobles and other powerful figures, all dressed in their finest attire. I try to remember the individuals Astarion had taught me about, but there are too many and the names and occupations are mixing in my brain. In a sea of unfamiliar faces, one stands out amongst the rest. Duke Ravengard approaches us, with a welcoming smile dancing on his lips. He reminds me so much of Wyll that a wave of emotions hit me like a punch to the gut.

Before I can even say anything, Astarion steps forward and greets the man with a respectful bow. "Your Grace," he says smoothly, "allow me to introduce the Savior of Baldur's Gate. Rumor has it, she once saved you from certain death in the not-so-distant past."

I feel my cheeks heat up at the remark. The Duke's eyes widen in recognition before a warm smile forms on his lips.

"Ah, Elara. What an honor to see you again," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I've heard tales of your brave deeds for our city, and we are all in your debt."

I manage to give him a small smile and a nod.

"It was a pleasure, sir."

He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Modesty becomes you, my dear." He says with a smile. A flicker of sadness appeared in his eyes as he asked "Have you happened upon any news of my son? I recall that the two of you were once close friends."

My heart sinks at the mention of Wyll. I haven't heard from him since he left for the Avernus with Karlac, but seeing how important Duke Ravengard is to him, I decide to be honest.

"I'm afraid I haven't heard from Wyll in quite some time."

The Duke's expression falls slightly but he nods understandingly. "I see. Well, if you do happen to come across him in your travels, please let him know that his father misses him dearly."

"I will," I promise solemnly.

He pauses for a second, and then adds "But let us not dwell on the past tonight. This is a night of celebration and joy!"

As the Duke leads us further into the ballroom, Astarion walks beside me, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and mischief. "Well, well, Lady Elara," he whispers. "How greedy you are, relishing in all the glory"

I roll my eyes at his teasing remark but can't help but feel a sense of pride bubbling within me. Standing in the midst of power and privilege, I can't help but feel that maybe I do deserve this recognition.

As we continue to mingle among the crowd, a smooth voice catches my attention. I turn to see a blonde elf woman approaching us, drink in hand.

"Ah, Astarion, dearest," she says with a charming smile as she reaches us. "What a pleasure to meet you again."

Astarion smiles back at her and gives her a slight bow. "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Shaphyra."

I remember now. Her name is Lady Shaphyra Boldsong, daughter of one of the most influential elven families in Baldur's Gate. And she and Astarion seem to know each other quite well, by the looks of it.

"I see you have brought a lovely companion with you," she says, turning her gaze towards me. "The Savior of Baldur's Gate, no less. And she is a half-elf! What a delightful surprise."

I feel my cheeks flush once again as I am introduced for the second time tonight. But Lady Saphyra doesn't seem to mind as she bows towards me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she says warmly.

I bow back. "Likewise, Lady Saphyra."

She turns back to Astarion, with a sly smile on her lips. "I couldn't have imagined you keeping such remarkable company. Is she also lending a hand in funding the hospital?"

I tilt my head and raise a questioning eyebrow in Astarion's direction, but he remains unfazed. As if sensing that it's now my turn to take the lead, I clear my throat and confidently interject into the conversation, "Actually, Lady Saphyra, I have been heavily involved in the fundraising efforts for the hospital. It's a cause close to my heart, after the catastrophe we lived."

Lady Saphyra's expression changes, her eyes widening in surprise. "How wonderful! I must say, you are quite the impressive lady, Elara."

Astarion gives me a small nod of approval before turning back to Lady Saphyra. "Indubitably, my dear, she is a remarkable creature indeed. I daresay, any assistance we can offer in tending to these unfortunate young ones is most welcome. Even more if the help comes from someone as bewitching as yourself."

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes at Astarion's practiced flattery, his smooth words and charming smile all too familiar to me by now. However, Lady Saphyra appears taken with his act, as she giggles and sips her drink before responding, "You are quite the charmer, Astarion. But I am glad to hear that you both are involved in such a noble cause. I may consider helping myself, if you treat me to a dance."

He takes her delicate hand in his and guides her gracefully towards the dance floor, their movements fluid and elegant as they join the other couples swaying to the music.

I watch them go with a mixture of amusement and relief that everything is going as intended. The rest of the night unfolds with a whirlwind of introductions and conversations. Astarion seems to know every person in the place, with most of them regarding Astarion with respect. I find myself seamlessly switching between engaging in political discussions with influential figures and gracefully gliding across the ballroom floor in elegant dances, all of this while convincing the nobles to join our very worthy cause. Just as Astarion had predicted, my presence was enough to sway many into following through with his plans.

At some point during the evening, we are approached by a group of people. Among them is who I recognize as Sir. Paddock, a human man in his sixties with silver hair and piercing green eyes. He is one of the most influential magistrates in the city, and also someone Astarion explicitly told me to beware of.

"Sir. Ancunín," he greets us with a bow before turning to me with a charming smile. "And Lady Ella, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I give him a polite smile despite him getting my name wrong.

"You know, I didn't imagine the Savior of Baldur's Gate to be so appealing to the eye," he says with a raised eyebrow and lowers his eyes down my chest just enough to make me uncomfortable.

"Thank you for your compliment, Sir Paddock," I say stiffly.

He chuckles as if he's amused by my reaction before turning back to Astarion.

"So tell me," he says in a lowered voice, "what brings such extraordinary person here tonight in the arm of a man of the night, of all people?"

My jaw tightens at his words and I feel Astarion tense beside me. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself.

Astarion flashes his signature smirk, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Ah, Sir Paddock, always the observant one," he says with a playful tone.

"Actually, Mr. Ancunín is doing a lot of important work for the betterment of this city," I say firmly.

The man just raises an eyebrow skeptically. "And do these 'important' labors involve the draining of a certain vital liquid?" he asks with a sly smile.

The people around us shift uncomfortably at his words, although I can hear some chuckles.

I stand my ground, not allowing his insinuation to rattle me. "No, they do not".

Astarion leans in, his smile never wavering."Ah, Sir Paddock, you wound me with your choice of words," he replies smoothly. "But as for Lady Elara's presence here tonight, she graces us with her company as both a hero and a benefactor to the hospital fund. We are fortunate to have her support."

Sir Paddock's smile falters, but he quickly regains his composure."A hero and a benefactor? Impressive indeed." He glances between us, a glint of suspicion in his eyes."Well then, I apologize for my bluntness. It's just that Astarion here has quite a reputation in the city."

"I assure you, Sir Paddock, that Astarion is a changed man now," I say confidently, placing a hand on Astarion's arm for emphasis.

Sir Paddock studies us for a moment.

"You seem like an accomplished and respectable young woman," the man continues, ignoring my previous statement. "You don't need to waste your potential with... this thing."

His words strike a nerve within me and before I know it, I am speaking without thinking. "Mr. Ancunín may have a past that some frown upon, but he has proven himself time and time again as a valuable asset to this city," I retort "he is the most caring, ambitious, hard working and loyal person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. And none of you would be here if it wasn't for his labors." I finish, my voice quivering with rage.

The surrounding crowd falls into a heavy silence, their eyes darting between the three of us. Astarion himself wears a stunned expression, his typically composed demeanor momentarily cracked.

But the man just chuckles condescendingly. "Oh dear, it seems like you have quite the temper on you," he says with amusement. "But mark my words, Miss Ella. Associating yourself with someone like that will only bring you down in the eyes of this society."

My fists clench at my sides as fury courses through me. How dare he speak about him like this? Despite all of Astarion's faults and past mistakes, he has been nothing but good to me and the city. Hells, he is keeping 7000 spawn alive as we are talking!

Before I can respond, Astarion steps forward "Ah, Sir Paddock, always one to jump to the most scandalous conclusions. I assure you, Lady Elara and I are engaged in far more noble pursuits than you could ever dream of."

I shoot Astarion a grateful smile. Sir Paddock's eyes narrow as he studies Astarion. "Well, well, the rogue with a heart of gold. You've certainly managed to charm your way into the hearts of Baldur's Gate's elite, haven't you?"

Astarion smirks and bows slightly. "Charm is my specialty, dear sir. It seems even the most discerning individuals can recognize true talent when they see it."

Suppressing a laugh, I instead give his arm a tight squeeze in appreciation for his backhanded compliment.

"And now, as lovely as it has been talking with you, I believe I owe this beautiful woman a dance, so if you'll excuse us" Astarion says smoothly, extending his hand towards me.

Sir Paddock studies us for a moment "Oh, of course," he says with a forced grin. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your dance."

I glance at Sir Paddock, a smug smile gracing my lips, before placing my hand in Astarion's. With a bow, the vampire leads me away from the group, towards the dance floor. As we glide across the dance floor, the tension from our encounter with Sir Paddock slowly dissipates. The music envelops us, its melodic notes weaving through the air as if casting a spell of tranquility upon the room. I can feel his eyes on me while we dance, his hand resting gently on the small of my back, guiding me with effortless grace. I try to push the earlier confrontation out of my mind and focus on our mission, but I can't help but feel guilty for losing my temper.

"I'm sorry," I say sincerely, breaking the silence between us. "I overstepped and almost blew our plan."

"You handled Sir Paddock admirably," Astarion whispers in my ear, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and mischief. "You have quite the fiery spirit, my lady."

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words, my heart swelling with a warmth that I hadn't anticipated, "Thank you, Sir Ancunín."

For a moment, I forget about the tensions of the evening and lose myself in the rhythm of the dance.

As we sway together amidst the sea of elegant couples, Astarion leans in closer, his voice barely audible over the music. My back shivers at the closeness to his body, the feeling of his cold fingers grazing my open back.

"My dear Elara," he begins, his breath tickling my ear, "Your strength and resilience have always been a source of envy for me. But there is something I find ever more admirable from you."

"And what is it that you find so admirable?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Astarion pulls back slightly, his gaze fixed on mine. "It is your unwavering belief in the goodness of others, even in the face of their doubts and prejudices."

A small smile tugs at my lips as I listen to Astarion's words. His observation warms my heart.

"I'm not sure if that is entirely true," I say. "I have made plenty of mistakes believing others in my life."

A faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he tightens his grip on my waist."Don't we all?" Astarion replies. "But I've seen you in action, Elara. You have a way of bringing out the best in people, even when they don't see it themselves."

I swallow hard, his words resonating deeply within me. Astarion's observations of my character always manage to surprise me, as if he can see into the depths of my soul. For so long after Gale left, I had felt lost and disconnected from the world, but his presence back in my life had brought about a newfound clarity, a sense of purpose.

"Thank you," I say softly.

As the music begins to fade into another song, Astarion pulls me closer, his grip on my waist firm yet gentle. The room around us seems to blur into insignificance as our eyes lock, a silent understanding passing between us.

"Can I ask what Gale's letter said?" He says, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

I tense visibly at the mention of the piece of parchment, tripping on my own feet. But Astarion quickly catches me before I fall.

"I-I don't know," I stutter, trying to regain my composure.

Astarion's eyes narrow slightly. "You don't know? Did you not read it?"

I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heart. How much should I tell him? In the short time we've been living together, Astarion has already opened himself to me in more ways than one. Yet, I can't shake the feeling of shame that washes over me at the reminder of the words written in ink.

"He said that he has started crafting Karsus' Crown" I blurt out.

Astarion raises an eyebrow, clearly picking up on my discomfort. "And that's it?"

I give a slow, resigned shake of my head. "He also said that it's over, that I should forget him and move on with my life." I say, my voice heavy with disappointment, "Oh, and of course, he made sure to mention that he's not coming back, which I guess was to be expected at this point." I laugh bitterly.

Astarion's expression turns serious at my words. "I'm sorry, Elara," he says quietly. "I know how much Gale meant to you."

"It's fine," I say with a shrug, trying to brush off the sadness that threatens to consume me. "I've had plenty of time to come to terms with it."

Astarion studies me for a moment before speaking again. "How do you feel about it?"

His question lingered in my mind. How did I feel about it?

"I...I don't know," I finally answer truthfully. "Part of me is sad, of course. But another part of me is relieved."

Astarion looks at me curiously, and I can tell he wants me to elaborate. So I take a deep breath and continue.

"I've been holding onto this hope that maybe one day we would get back together. For so many months, I really hoped he would give up his power for me," I say, feeling slightly embarrassed at my admission. "But now I can finally let go of that hope and move on with my life."

A small smile appears on Astarion's face and he nods in understanding. "I think that's for the best," he says softly.

I nod in agreement, grateful for his support and understanding. We continue dancing in silence for a few moments before Astarion speaks up again.

"You know, dear," he begins hesitantly. "He on no account ever deserved you."

I glance up at Astarion, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. I'm about to ask him what he means by that, but before I can even part my lips, a blood-curdling scream shatters the stillness of the room. In an instant, Astarion's hand is clasped around mine and he is pulling me towards the source of the cry. The corner is filled with a sea of nobles, their faces contorted with fear and shock. We push our way through the crowd, struggling against the tide until we finally reach the head of the gathering. And there, lying on the floor in a pool of crimson, is Duke Ravengard. And his lifeless body bears two deep puncture wounds decorating his neck.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Teased (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex decides it’s her time to do some teasing

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+, bondage, mommy kink, praise kink, teasing, edging, swearing, begging

AN: This is a follow up to Matched but could be read as a standalone.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes darted over to Alex, widening when you saw the smirk on her face. All you’d done was find the missing snooker ball nestled in the grass just feet away from the body left on display in the park. Every single body in this case had one. Still, any chance Alex could, she would praise you to see the way your eyes would darken and your pretty mouth would fall open.

It was the power of knowing she was able to make the fire ignite in your veins with so little effort.

Her hand on your waist gently moved you back. Crouching with the evidence bag, she knew you were watching her, your gaze like a heated caress over her skin. She liked that, knowing she captured your attention so easily. There was something so sexy about knowing she was desired.

“You’ve done well,” she said, as she rose.

Your lip was between your teeth as you stared at her. Her fingers brushed against the back of your hand. There was a part of her wanting more, loving the response she got from you when she touched you.

“Thanks, Alex,” you said, voice soft, just for her, the pride in it so obvious to her.

Over the last few weeks she’d been discovering all the ways you could say her name. Her favourite was the way you’d whine it as she was teasing you mercilessly, refusing to let you cum until you were a writhing mess for her. That level of control was addictive. Having so much control over your body made her want nothing more than to never let you leave her bed.

“I think this guy might be working out of one of the ranches,” Spencer said, approaching you both.

You sprung away from her, turning your eyes back to the horizon. She let her gaze linger on you before turning to Reid. He was still glancing over his shoulder, looking at the road behind him.

The two of you had agreed to not let the rest of the team know yet. Not that she was sure there was anything to tell them. Two people sleeping together didn’t make it a relationship, no matter how easily you could turn her to a melted emotional mess. She knew her feelings, but not yours. She didn’t want to bring it up, knowing it could mean the ending of what little she already had.

Because for her, it wasn’t just the sex, although she was greatly enjoying that. It was all of it. The way you’d always bring her coffee. The way you looked at her when she was curled up in bed reading. The way cooked her dinner. The way you complimented her. The way you seemed to see all of her.

“What makes you say that?” she asked but she only half listened to his answer, nodding along.

With her sunglasses on, she could watch you. You still weren’t looking at either of them, but your fingers tapped against your thigh. She knew that sign. She knew that rhythm. You were trying to stop thinking about her between your thighs.

She was also thinking about getting between your thighs.

“I’ll call Garcia on the way,” Spencer said, bringing her back to the conversation.

You were still staring out, your mind a millions miles away. She chuckled, wandering up to you.

“Boo,” she whispered in your ear.

You jumped, spinning around to look at her. Clearly you weren’t expecting her to still be so close, stumbling back a step. Her hand shot out, catching you before you tripped over a rock nestled in the grass. She dragged you closer, out of harms way, and she could see your eyes flicker to her lips. This would, typically, be the moment she would kiss you if company was not present.

“We’re heading back,” she said.

“Ah, right, yes, good,” you replied.

She placed her hand on the small of your back, guiding you back towards Spencer and the car. Relegated to the backseat, her eyes kept seeking you out in the rearview mirror. Your eyes were always waiting for her.

The precinct was busy when you returned. Alex did not appreciate the way you were dragged off immediately upon walking through the doors, wanting to reach out and drag you back to her. She did, however, appreciate watching you hold court with the police officers, so in charge of the room. Pride welled in her chest watching you so in command.

That sent heat over her skin.

Even when you weren’t trying, you managed to make desire curl in her stomach. You were nothing but temptation to her. It had been so long since she’d felt like that, like a horny teenager who wants nothing but sex. But it was only directed at you. It was as if no one else existed.

It felt like you were always the only one in the room.

She waited until you were sitting at the table, staring up at the map on the board, before she approached you again. Her hand rested on the back of your chair, leaning forward as she placed a cup of coffee in front of you. You looked up, smiling so brightly it made her heart thump loudly in her ears.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice so soft, so intimate.

“You’re going to need to keep your energy up,” she replied, waiting for the moment your eyes would dip down her body. It was like an automatic reaction with you.

Your eyes darkened when you saw the small amount of lace peeking out from her shirt, viewable from your position as she lent over. She’d been so inspired by how many lingerie sets you had that she wanted to show you something pretty too.

“Alex,” you groaned, eyes trained on her chest.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You can’t do this to me,” you said, still not looking her in the eye.

“Can’t do what?”

With her finger she tilted your chin up until you were looking her in the face.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” she said, “or I can’t help you.”

“You’re teasing me,” you said, “Alex, you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Aren’t I allowed to have some fun, sweet girl?” Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Alex,” you whined.

“Be a good girl and I might let you see exactly what I’m wearing under these clothes,” she said, letting you go.

She liked the way you watched her walk out of that room, equal parts stunned and needy. She knew that look. It was the one you tended to give her before she found something wonderful to taste. She found herself to often giving in to you. She couldn’t help herself. Not when you gave her those eyes.

She gave you a while to yourself, part of her hoping you would manage to get yourself under control and part of her hoping you wouldn’t. She wanted to make you such a needy mess you were begging her to drag you into a cupboard and fuck you. She loved when you begged.

Returning back to the table, she sat down across from you, legs spread as she rested her chin in her palm. Leaning back, she let her eyes sweep over you for a moment before returning her attention to Hotch. You had been looking at her from under lowered lashes, bottom lip caught between teeth in the way that she always wanted to mimic. You always made such a delicious noise when her teeth sunk into your lip.

It was clear that you had stopped paying attention. Alex could feel you watching her and more than once you missed a direct question being asked of you. The sun was still high in the sky outside and Alex felt her stomach rumble.

“Sorry guys, I think I’m just a bit tired,” you said after the third missed question.

“How about we go and get some lunch, try and get your head back in the game?” she suggested.

Your eyes dragged over to her, getting stuck on her legs. You nodded, visibly swallowing as she shifted backwards in her chair, pelvis pushing forward. She rose from the chair, holding her hand out to pull you from your own chair. She let her thumb graze against the pulse pounding in your wrist as she withdrew her hand. She could see when your breath stuttered in your chest.

Sitting beside you in a diner, it was easy for her hand to find your thigh. The way her hand slowly dragged upwards had your legs falling open again. She paused, just before reaching the apex of your thighs, fingers pressing into the bruise she knew was right there. Your sharp inhale was like music to her ears.

With careful hands she brushed your hair over your shoulder, leaning forward. Her breath ghosted over your skin.

“When I get you back to the hotel, you better be a good girl for me,” she said, “I have so much planned for you, my darling, but you have to be good. I wouldn’t want it all to go to waste.”

She could feel you shift in your seat.

“I’ll be good, mommy,” you replied.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

Getting up from the table, she had to suppress her smile at your answering whine with the loss of her touch. On the walk back to the precinct, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Your fingers grazed the back of her hand. She chose to ignore it, knowing that would make you only more desperate for her attention.

Which explained how she’d gotten into this position in the first place, if she was being honest.

For the rest of the afternoon you kept trying to get her attention. Sliding coffees over to her, the brush of fingers along her shoulder, saying her name in that tone of voice that had desire curling in her stomach. She loved the sound of her name on your tongue.

But she held strong, not giving you an inch, knowing you’d take a mile if she did. She focused on the case, knowing the sooner they caught the man, the sooner she could have you alone in a hotel room.

And of course Spencer was right. The unsub had been working out of one of the ranches, and Garcia was able to track down which one.

Which led to her cornering you on the jet as you made yourself another cup of coffee to survive the flight home.

“Do you want one?” you asked, looking up at her with a tired smile on your face.

“I suppose I’d better if I plan on doing all I want to do to you when we get home.”

The tired slope of your shoulders straightened, interest entering your eyes.

“I thought that was just for the hotel,” you said.

“I can have you wherever I want,” she replied, letting her eyes sweep over your body, “unless you’re too tired, sweet girl.”

“No, I-“ You knocked over the mug.

She chuckled, leaning across your body to right it. Your eyes had widened and you looked so sweet it was a struggle to keep herself from leaning forward and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. She dreamed of a day when she might be allowed to do such a thing. When it was more than a dirty secret for the two of you.

She wasn’t sure you’d ever want that.

“Please let me come home with you,” you whispered, ducking your head.

“Whatever my sweet girl wants my sweet girl gets,” she replied.

“Thank you, mommy.” Your voice was so quiet she almost missed it. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one had been close enough to hear your quiet discussion. They were up the other end of the plane, leaving the two of you to relative privacy.

“I have something new I think you’ll enjoy, sweetheart,” she murmured.

Your eyes lit up and she saw you trying to suppress a grin. Her fingers gently grazed the top of your jeans, pressing against the warmth of your stomach.

“Just have to be patient a little longer,” she said, “then mommy will take care of you.”

You nodded and when you passed her a cup of coffee it was with a secretive smile.

Upon landing she specifically got into the other car from you. You’d kept shooting her glances on the jet and if she was going to do what she’d planned she needed a moment alone to collect herself. You’d almost pouted at her through the glass of the SUV you were sitting in when you noticed. She was sure she could make you a whiny mess before you even arrived at her house.

It was easy enough to engineer a reason for her to hang back after you’d left, shooting you a text that she’d been held up. You’d sent back a picture of you pouting with your shirt off. It was cute, your attempts to tempt her. It didn’t hurt that it worked.

She didn’t bother warning you that she was on her way, wanting to find out what you’d been doing in her absence. She was glad she had.

“Aw, are you that desperate for me, sweet girl?” she asked.

Your hand stilled in your underwear as your eyes snapped open. She lent on the doorframe, letting her eyes linger on the place between your legs where your fingers had been having fun from the noises you’d been making.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she said, “I’m enjoying the show.”

You were slow to start up again, hesitant while her eyes were on you. She waited, not backing down. She knew the moment your fingers found your clit, the noise you made like music to her ears. She maintained eye contact as she stalked towards you. You moaned her name.

“How about we get you out of these garments?” she suggested, “let mommy see how gorgeous you are.”

You let her pull the pretty lingerie from your body, helpless to her touch. Her fingers curled around your ankles, pulling your legs apart, tongue dragging over her lower lip as she let her gaze settle on your slick heat.

“Want you, mommy,” you whined, reaching out to her.

“I think you’re doing a fine job on your own,” she replied.

“Please,” you whined again.

“You couldn’t wait for me, sweetheart. You don’t really need me.”

“I do,” you said, hands still reaching towards her.

Her own hands were keeping your legs pinned to the bed. You sat up, trying to tug out of her hold. She tightened her grip, tilting her head to the side, freezing you in your tracks.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, Alex,” you said, “you said you’d take care of me.”

“Only if you were good, sweetheart,” she said.

“I’ve been good,” you whined.

“You couldn’t even wait for me to get home, darling girl,” she said, “that’s not very good.”

“Just needed you so much,” you said.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Then you’ll take my punishment without complaint.”

She let your ankles go, straightening up as she sauntered towards her wardrobe. You waited, like the good girl she knew you were deep down. Returning, your eyes widened with what was in her hands.

“Do you remember the safe word, sweetheart?” she asked as she grabbed your ankle again.

“Uh huh,” you said at the click of the lock.

“I need you to tell me what it is, darling,” she said, grabbing the other ankle.

“Donut,” you said.

She looked down at your legs spread, chained to the bed, keeping them held open. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, clearly not breathing.

“Good girl,” she said, finger running through your folds, feeling how wet you were.

She popped her finger into her mouth, rounding the bed with the taste of your arousal on her tongue. She took your arm, pulling it above your head. You willingly gave her the other one, the cuffs leaving you on display for her.

She took a moment, just appreciating the view of you bound for her, unable to move. You whined, straining against the restrains. She merely chuckled.

Her hand ghosted over your body, stopping for a moment between your breasts. She climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist, enjoying seeing her clothed thigh next to your bare skin. With a featherlight touch, she began to circle both your nipples, already hard in the cool air. You arched up, whining when the restraints kept you from rising as far as you wanted.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she murmured, leaning forward, “I’ve got you.”

You were always so responsive to her. When her lips wrapped around one hardened nipple, you gasped. You moaned when she began to suck. You whimpered when she sat back, admiring the beginning of her work. There was nothing so lovely as mirroring her work on her other breast.

You squirmed underneath her, trying to get more from her. She sighed into your skin, teeth sinking into the flesh of your breast. You tasted so delicious, she could spend hours just dragging her tongue over every inch of your skin. It wasn’t as if you were in a position to distract her from that mission.

She took her time, feeling you beginning to tremble underneath her. But this was your punishment for not being able to wait for her to get home. She was going to savour you, not just give in to your desires as she usually did. You could hold on a little longer.

Finding the heat between your thighs, she could see how much you wanted her. You were dripping.

She groaned at the taste of you. Your breath caught in your throat, your answering moan cutting off. She knew she would never grow tired of your taste. Nor the feeling of you pressing against her.

There was something so joyful about brining you right to the edge then kissing back up your body. She would blame it on how tempting your tits were, just begging for her attention. And they really were, so tempting to her.

You were a writhing mess underneath her, pinned to the bed and unable to stop her from her continual teasing. You were begging her, your words garbled and nonsensical, but your desperation clear as day.

“You’re going to be good and patient for me from now on, aren’t you sweetheart?” She murmured against the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Yes, mommy, please, I need…” You trailed off as she decided there should be a pretty bruise on your skin, “need you.”

“I’ve been here all night, my darling,” she said when she was done, admiring her handy work.

“Alex,” you whined.

“We’ve been over this before. Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Need to cum,” you whined, “please, mommy.”

Who was she to deny you when you asked so nicely?

You cried out when her mouth found your cunt again, pressing forward, tongue lapping at you. You made such pretty noises for her, still begging her. She hummed, turning her licks soft, coaxing you back to the edge. There was nothing about you she didn’t enjoy, nothing about this moment that wasn’t perfect to her.

When you fell over the edge, you tensed, before trembling uncontrollably. She considered continuing, dragging another from you but you were gasping and shaking and straining against the restraints. She licked you clean before sitting back on her heels, looking down at you.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” she said, “you’re wonderful. Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

“‘Lex,” you mumbled.

“Let’s get you out of these, huh,” she said.

“Kiss first?” you asked.

She crawled up your body, giving you a soft kiss. You sighed into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed. You whined when she drew back but she merely chuckled, reaching up to removed the cuffs from around your wrists. You tried to snag her before she could reach your ankles.

“One more,” you mumbled against her lips.

She’d always had trouble saying no to you.

You crawled into her lap the moment she let your ankles go. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing kisses to the top of your head. You sighed against her neck, melting against her. She loved when you were soft like that, clinging to her, not wanting to let her go.

“Do you want to shower, sweetheart?” she asked.

“I’m not sure I can stand right now,” you chuckled.

“Bath it is.”

She stood, lifting you with her. You squealed, arms curled around her neck tightly. She sat you on her lap as she ran the bath, fingers trailing over your skin, murmuring your praises into your ear. You kept pressing soft kisses to the skin you could reach, featherlight but it still made her heart skip a beat.

She lowered you into the hot water, the steam curling around your body. You relaxed back, letting her drag the cloth over your body to ease your muscles. You reached out to her, hovering close to her thigh, but not quite making contact.

“What is it, darling?” she asked.

“You’re still dressed,” you said, pouting up at her, “and I didn’t get to touch you.”

“Tonight was about you, sweetheart,” she said, “I didn’t spend all day teasing you for me.”

“So you were teasing me,” you said, sounding put out.

“Of course I was,” she laughed.

“You promised I could see what you’re wearing under your clothes.”

“I suppose I did,” she said, standing up.

With slow fingers she began to unbutton her shirt. Your eyes were trained on her, slowly darkening as she saw more of the black lace underneath. She shrugged the shirt off at the same time as her blazer, kicking away the pile of clothes. Bending forward, she unzipped her boots, pulling them off and putting them to one side.

When she stood up again she found your eyes feasting on her. Warmth spread through her. She wasn’t sure anyone had looked at her the way you did. Like you couldn’t believe you were so lucky to be there with her. Like there was nothing else in the universe. Like there was nothing you wanted more than her.

Pushing her slacks down her legs, it was the perfect time to regain her own composure. If she wasn’t careful she’d fuck you in the bath, and she needed to take care of you now, not let her own desires run wild.

“Do you like it, darling?” she asked, after straightening up and letting you look at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed, eyes wide.

“Stop it.” She felt her cheeks flush.

“So gorgeous,” you said.

She hadn’t expected to feel so self conscious in front of you. She’d picked out the set, expecting you to find her sexy or hot, not beautiful. She wasn’t sure how to respond to it.

“Alex.” You were holding your hand out to her, “I wish you saw yourself the way I saw you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, sitting on the side of the bath again.

“You’re amazing. Inside and out. Really Alex,” you said, “I’ve always thought so.”

“You have?”

“I know this is just, I don’t know, friends with benefits or just sex for you, but I don’t think it’s fair for me not to tell you that I have feelings for you,” you said, looking up at her from the water.

“That’s just the orgasm talking,” she said, laughing off the hope.

“Wasn’t the orgasm talking all day. Or last Tuesday. Or before we began sleeping together,” you said, “I want to be your girlfriend. Not just your sex partner.”

“You… want to be mine?” she asked, “in every way?”

“I do.” You were looking up at her with those big sincere eyes.

“But you can do so much better,” finally burst from her.

“I can’t,” you said, voice turning soft, “there is no one better than you, Alex.”

She let herself look down at you, taking in every ounce of honesty in your face. Her fingers gently brushed against your cheekbone. You smiled up at her, not even an ounce of self consciousness at telling her your feelings.

“I suppose that would make me your girlfriend then,” she said, “if you’re sure.”

You surged out of the water, shocking her as she was splashed. She spluttered but then you were kissing her and she forgot about the water soaking her skin.

“Are you sure?” she asked when you finally drew back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you replied.

You kissed her again until she was dragged into the bath, lingerie and all. She couldn’t even care when she had you, officially, in every way that mattered. It was worth the money spent.

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[lightvsdark18]

Twisted Wonderland- Unbirthday Party

Riddle announces the start of the unbirthday party and takes his seat in the large heart-shaped chair. Grim immediately reaches for the sweets in front of him and gets his paws grabbed by Alice, telling him to be patient. She asks him what he wants first and places cupcakes and brownies on the plate in her hand, then set it down in front of him.

He yanks the brownie off of the plate before it touched the table and gets told again to be patient and to not snatch food. His response is she was being too slow which earned a flick on his head, complaining about it while she makes herself a plate.

Deuce leans over to the two and offers her an egg tart. She declines for her dislike of them and immediately has Ace recommending a cherry tart, then grins when she presents her plate to him.

Deuce furrows his brows at the redhead. "No need for that smug look, Ace."

"Hm? What smug look? I don't know what you're talking about," Ace sarcastically responds.

"Trying to earn brownie points because of those strombolis she made." Deuce smirks at reading the boy's intention easily.

"Don't act like you weren't doing the same."

His face twists in defensive annoyance. "No I wasn't! I was genuinely being nice."

Ace flashes his mischievous smirk. "Sure you weren't."

Cater snaps Alice's attention over to him while Riddle tells the ace of spades to quiet down. Cater presents a pot of a tea he found on Magicam and asks if she would like to try it. She nods. He pours the rosey colored tea in her cup and the strong scent hits her nose. The taste is slightly bitter but refreshing, commenting how interesting it is.

Trey joins the conversation and adds a slice of mango pie that compliments the tea well, passing a plate holding the slice to her. Grim demands one for himself and attempts to snatch the plate out of her hands. She palms his face and pushes him back down in his seat.

"We'll share it," she responds just for him to complain. "Because other people will want to try it and this piece is big enough for both of us."

He crosses his arms and pouts in the chair while she pours the tea in his cup.

"Come on, Grim, stop pouting." She slides the plate in between them to start eating.

The sweetness of the mangos and refreshing bitterness of the tea balanced together well. She vocally shows her thoughts on them unlike Grim who just scarfed it down and says it's good.

Riddle speaks up, "Kate-" she faces him- "the strombolis you made, I'm curious how you made it when you said your oven is broken."

"Oh, I used this dorm's oven, Ace and Deuce bought the ingredients and I made it here."

"And you didn't asked me to use it?"

"Trey said it was fine as long as we had our own ingredients."

Riddle slightly pouted. "Why didn't you offer me any?"

"Didn't cross my mind because I was very hungry when I made it." She apologetically smiles.

"Can you make it again? I can provide the needed ingredients and make sure no one bothers you in our kitchen."

"Yeah, that would work. Just tell me when to make it."

He holds his chin in thought and requests the first Tuesday on November. She agrees and watches him smile in delight, then smirks at whispering to not tell Ace and Deuce. She chuckles and agrees again.

The first part of the unbirthday party wraps up, having full stomachs and warmer hearts, the dorm members all rise to move to the second part of the event, croquet. Alice leans against the tall hedge to watch the tournament between dorm members. She declined at the offering of joining by Cater for she was a bit uncomfortable using living animals for the game.

Grim sits on the ground next to her feet, complaining about how uninteresting the tournament.

"Then take a nap." He tells Alice that was a good idea and curls up in a ball on a softer patch of grass.

She gazes down at the creature. He looks cute. And catches sight of something green scurrying off behind the hedge.

She raises a brow and pulls back from the hedge to see what it is, following behind as it enters the maze, then dashes deeper inside. She carefully chases it and peeks around the hedge to find the green hedgehog running into a corner. She slowly comes over and crouches to its level, then offers her hands and tells the creature she won't harm them, she just wants to get them back to Riddle.

The hedgehog slowly approaches, smelling her palms before crawling inside. She smiles happily at the little creature and gets a little kiss on the tip of her nose. Her heart melted. She rises to her feet and makes her way back to the croquet tournament, however, doesn't know where to go.

She glances for any familiar landmarks, but everything is the same and the voices of students is hard to tell where way it coming from.

She looks down at the hedgehog. "Do you know where to go?" She jokingly asks, not expecting the little creature spin around in her palms and confidently point its nose towards the left.

She follows every change of direction made by the hedgehog, weaving through the different paths and hearing the sounds of the dorm growing louder and louder. The two appear from the maze and instantly gets greeted by a worried dorm member.

"My goodness! You found Prince! Thank you so much." The dorm member shouts out towards where Riddle is standing that the missing hedgehog has been found.

Relief melts over his stiff shoulders and jogs over to see the little creature, patting their head. "You gave me quite the scare, Prince. Don't run off like that, you could have gotten lost in the maze."

"I doubt that," Alice's voice cut Riddle's concerns and inquires what she means. She explains what happened in the maze and the boy chuckles happily.

"I stand incorrect. It's good to know how clever you are, Prince." The hedgehog makes a happy squeak at being praised and the two humans smile in delight.

The tournament continues without any other issues and ends with Riddle and Trey winning by a long shot. Ace and Deuce sit down beside Alice in disappointment and rant about the game as Grim snoozes in her lap.

The fireworks fly up in the air and pop in vibrant colors, giving her the excitement she had as a kid watching her neighbor's fireworks during the 4th of July. Grim wakes up complaining about the loud noise and sits up in her lap, clearly displeased by his peace being disturbed.

[Card]

[little-lisa-i]

How they cuddle

A/N: I just came up with these so sorry about any mistakes. This is between seasons five and six because that's where I am in rewatching it. Reader has a blood quirk where she can break down and change her quirk genetics and give herself quirks if she can identify what in the gene gives someone their quirk. She can also do this for other people but she needs to ingest their blood, she can also change her experience and create copies of herself using her blood but it is very dangerous and painful for her because whatever damage the copies go through she does too. It's called control.

Pairing: Bakugo, Kirishima, Deku

Warning: cussing (cause Bakugou), fluff, mention of blood, scratches, scars, and other body trauma, F! reader

Bakugou

It was a long day of training and Bakugou was tired, but he still had homework to get done. But, his girlfriend had been battered and bruised from the training. "Y/n?" he growled, sitting next to her on the floor. She raised her head from her homework to see him holding bandages and a first aid kit.

After he covered the more major of her scrapes he gently kissed it, though would deny it if she told anyone. "come here," he huffed walking back to his desk. She did he pulled her onto his lap so her head sat on the nape of his neck. She ran her fingers through his golden hair, and while he did his homework he rubbed her back occasionally tracing shapes and their names as well. And, by the time he was done, she had fallen asleep.

He placed his hands under her thighs before getting up and walking to his bed. He shut the lights off but left the door cracked (per Aizawa's orders after catching them making out), letting in the light from the hallway. He let her head rest on his chest, and his arms held her protectively against him. "Dumbass," he hummed before falling asleep

Kirishima

"Hey Y/n, lookin' good today!" Denki complimented while he walk past her and Kirishima on their way to his dorm. Kirishima's smile fell, he knew Denki but it still makes him jealous when he says those things.

"Kiri, were you listening?" She hummed, and Kirishima looked back at her. "Sorry, I'm just tired" he responded, he knew he lied and she did too. The two walked into his room, and she immediately made herself comfortable on his bed. She curled herself toward the wall. "Y/n" Kirishima sighed while climbing into the bed behind her, "you wouldn't leave me, right?" He pulled her closer by her waist, before fully hugging her. "No reason to," she reassured. Kirishima placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, making her giggle.

They stayed that way for a while before they both turned over, Kirishima laid on his back and she lay beside him resting her head on his shoulder. he kept one hand on her waist and the other was on his stomach, while both her hands fell on his chest as if he were a pillow.

Deku

Before his eyes, his girlfriend flew across the training grounds. "Y-Y/n!" He stuttered running over to her, "I'm sorry." But, he only finds a puddle of blood. Gasping he turns around to see her holding a ball of lightning before she releases it toward him. He is uninjured just slightly dizzy, meanwhile, she is exhausted and is covered in scratches, scrapes, and bruises. They both knew she couldn't win against Deku. "Uh, Y/n!" he shouts before rushing to her collapsing figure.

When she woke up, she was in Recovery Girl's office. Deku was sitting in a chair beside her bed, watching her closely. "Are you okay?" She only nodded in response. As if he read her mind Deku climbed into the be beside her. She adjusted her body to face his. He rested his hands around her waist, and she hugged his neck. He turned slightly on his back so he could see the door, but not enough to disturb her. And, slowly she fell asleep to his mumbling and his heartbeat, and not long after, he too succumbed to exhaustion.

[akwolfgrl]

Part 24 LFT

As soon as the door to their room shut Zoro grabbed Sanji’s face with his hands pushing him against the door kissing him roughly. He tasted like tabboco, alcohol and fish, it shouldn't be so fucking good but he needed more. He drank the moans coming from the smaller man's lips, they were the same height which made kissing perfect. Their hard cocks rubbed together trapped between layers of fabric. There was a bed in the room but that would mean separating from Sanji, removing his lips from the other man's. His hands moved down to that fucking amazing ass and thigh, the hand on Sanji’s thigh glided it up around his waist bringing them closer together.

“Ngh, Zo…ro fuck!” Sanji broke the kiss, gasping from the heated kiss. Head thrown back, knocking back against the wood with a bit more force than meant. A rumble of disapproval greeted the blond’s ears, his cheeks glowing brilliant shades of pink.

“Moving… Bed… now!” Zoro grunted in response moving the other leg to wrap around his waist, his hands on Sanji's ass. Lifting the blond up and stomping over to the bed, dropping him unceremoniously on the covers. Before Zoro could pounce on his such willing prey, Sanji’s still shoe-covered foot was placed a mere inch from Zoro’s nose.

“Clothes off first you brute, we have to wear these tomorrow. I also don't want to see that new shirt of yours torn, you clean up nice mossy. I like how you normally are but you clean up nice,” he whispers baby blues dancing across Zoro’s form. Damn did he know his type of man, no other could compare to the muscle head.

“Fine,” Zoro huffed, backing up to quickly shed his clothes, Sanji took his sweet ass time folding the clothes as he removed them. The bag with the new stuff was placed on the foot of the bed. Zoro took everything out of the bag. “Still wanna?”

“Yes!” Sanji spread his legs wider and his hand wrapped around his cock stroking it. An almost animalistic and possessive growl tore through the room, Sanji almost shrinking back only to stop himself. Zoro wasn’t the only beast in this relationship! … at least that’s what helps him sleep at night.

“Tonight that's mine, no touching,” Zoro slapped Sanji hand away, the blond moaned and shuddered. Zoro bent his head tracing the pretty pale pink nipple with his tongue. Long slender fingers tangled in his spiky hair as he teased Sanji's nipple before sliding on a nipple clamp. Switching over to his other needy nipple, he repeated the process teasing the poor Ero cook beneath him. Zoro trailed kisses down the cook's body, pausing every so often he stopped to nip or suck a mark into his pale skin avoiding where he had done so during a prior sex. He followed the blond’s happy trail down to his cock, already dripping with precum. Zoro slid the cock ring around the base. He sat back to admire his handy work, “you look so pretty like that baby~” Sanji moaned, toes curling as he tried to hide just how much this was affecting him. The cook seemed to get off on praise and compliments in the bedroom but an insult was enough to get him heated and ready for a good fight.

“Oh shit oh fuck Mosshead! Don't leave me waiting, fuck me, use me please, I just fucking need it,” Sanji begged. Zoro groaned at the sound of the needy cook begging him. He looked so good withering on the bed desperate for his touch. Zoro grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over, his plush ass on full display. Zoro couldn't resist the urge to slap that pale flesh. It was soft yet firm, a few more slaps and it was shading into a brilliant bright red under his hands. All the while Sanji moaning, squirmin, grabbing his own cheeks and spreading them wide. Sanji’s twitching puckered rim winking at Zoro, if he didn’t have to prep beforehand, he’d be balls deep in the blond man already. Though thanks to a passing thought and just how inviting the cook’s hole was to take a taste… well he could not resist! Bending down, his warm thick and firm tongue rolled to lick a strip across Sanji’s needy hole.

“Ah! Oh! Fuck! What sort of depraved thing are you doing to me?!” Sanji asked, moaning even though he was trying to fight a bit back. A cool breath sending shivers and goosebumps to cover his pale flesh. “Do it again,” he commanded through gritted teeth, hating having to say that aloud. Admitting that the Mossball was actually turning him on even harder now… oh the embarrassment… Why did it feel so good to be embarrassed like that?

Zoro chuckled and happily dove in to devour Sanji's ass, a meal fit for the future world’s greatest swordsman. He licked and sucked his way into drawing out the withering moaning gasps from the mess of a cook beneath him. Zoro's own neglected cock throbbed desperately for attention. He finally grabbed the lube to open Sanji up. While already loose and wet it didn't hurt to play it safe. He easily slipped in one finger before adding a second one, he scissored his fingers starting to stretch and prepared the blond for what's to come next.