#I spent almost two hours looking for that damn fabric

[boos-gh0st]

The weapon

The victim

[bellaxgiornata]

Right Here, Right Now

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Matt had been working hard on a case for over a month now, meaning the two of you had barely seen each other in weeks. After he, Foggy, and Karen finally have their win in court, he invites you out to Josie's to celebrate with them. Though it soon becomes apparent to you that he has something in particular on his mind tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+; smut, public fingering, and Matt being a little shit along with his filthy mouth also deserves a warning

a/n: Just a last minute smut fic I threw together as a little spicy treat for Valentine's Day for y'all. Hopefully you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

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Thumbnail caught between your teeth, you chewed it fiercely as you sat in the booth at the bar. Because ever since you'd come to Josie’s to meet up with Matt and your friends over an hour ago, he'd been doing nothing but intentionally working you up.

And he had been anything but subtle about it. 

Earlier today Matt, Foggy, and Karen had finally won their case in court, a case that you knew they'd been endlessly toiling away on for over a month. You'd barely just gotten back to your apartment after work when Matt had called and told you the good news, urging you to meet them down at Josie’s. Having been excited to celebrate with everyone–especially since you'd barely seen Matt in weeks–you'd hurried straight there. You hadn't even bothered to change out of your work clothes before you’d left because you’d been so eager to finally have a chance to see Matt again, which left you still wearing one of the dresses you occasionally wore to work on incredibly hot summer days like today. 

You knew Matt loved your dresses, he'd told you that plenty of times by now. And while you were very aware of the fact that the pair of you had barely spent time together since their firm had initially taken this case many weeks ago, you hadn't anticipated the reaction he'd be having to you tonight. 

At first you hadn't noticed much out of the ordinary when you’d arrived at the bar. Matt had wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in close to the side of him as he ordered your drink. Though you had noticed how he held onto you tighter tonight than he usually did whenever the pair of you were out together, as if he needed to have part of you constantly touching him this evening. Not long after you'd gotten your beer, Matt's hand had begun to dip lower and lower on your waist, the tips of his fingers teasingly grazing the top of your ass. You had almost choked on the sip of your drink you'd just taken when his fingers began toying with the waistband of your panties through the thin fabric of your dress. Struggling to remain focused on the conversation at the time, all you could think about was Matt's damn hands peeling them off of you later. Every slight snap of the material from his teasing fingers had your breath catching in your throat and your cheeks beginning to flush.

But if his wandering hands hadn't already been enough, he'd also been taking moments to lean over and whisper things into your ear whenever Karen and Foggy were talking. You'd slowly lost the ability to pay attention at all to what those two were saying as the things Matt's deep voice kept purring into your ear gradually became filthier and filthier.

At first the comments had been sweet; mainly Matt telling you that he'd missed you and how he was looking forward to finally having time to spend with you now that he wouldn't be working on that case anymore. But then he'd begun to tell you how good you smelled this evening. Which eventually led to him telling you how much he had missed you in his bed over the past few weeks and what he was looking forward to doing once the pair of you left Josie’s tonight–in explicit detail. 

That's when he began to tell you that he knew how aroused you were becoming; that he couldn't just smell the dampness forming between your legs, but that he could hear the slickness with every shift of your body beside him. It wasn't as if you could help it though because his voice alone always had an undeniable effect on you–which he damn well knew. And him catching the scent of your growing arousal only seemed to amplify the obscene things he kept whispering into your ear while he still wore that innocent smile on his face for Karen and Foggy. But there was one comment in particular that had been rolling around in your head over and over for the past hour now. You couldn't stop hearing it repeat in your mind in that same sultry growl in which he'd first said it in.

Before we even leave this bar tonight, sweetheart, I’m going to soak that dress and those panties more than they already are. I can promise you that.

You remembered the fresh bit of wet heat that formed between your thighs the moment those words had left his mouth, his hot breath dancing along your neck. You'd shuddered, becoming incredibly aware of every inch of your side he had pressed up against his. With the way he kept whispering in your ear all night, you figured that was his plan for the evening. To turn you on solely with his voice and the dirty things he was saying before leaving the bar tonight. But the moment everyone had sat down at the booth Karen had pointed out, you'd realized he might've had something else in mind.

Which is when you knew that you were in far more trouble tonight than you could have ever realized. 

For the past twenty minutes Matt's left hand kept touching you underneath the table, oscillating between one exhilarating touch after another. A firm squeeze to your knee, his palm just beneath the hem of your dress. His hand resting on your thigh, the warmth of it seeping through your dress and growing the heat already building inside of you. And, a few times, he'd actually slipped his hand up beneath the fabric itself, languidly sliding it deliciously slow until you felt a gentle graze of fingertips along the inside of your thigh, just below your already wet underwear.

You were without a doubt already a flustered mess in the booth. Yet Matt didn't seem remotely satisfied, his hand still relentlessly teasing you under the table while he continued on conversering with his friends like nothing more was occurring. He was drinking back his beer and actively participating in the conversation while occasionally flashing you knowing, devilish smiles. Meanwhile, you could still barely focus on the conversation long enough to add much to it. 

It was the sound of Foggy’s phone a little later alerting him to a text that finally caught your attention, tearing it away from the way Matt's index finger was currently drawing circles over your right knee. Both of your hands were fidgeting with your beer bottle above the table, your face feeling hot as you watched him pull the phone out of his pocket.

“It's Marci,” Foggy announced, still reading the text. “She's back from work and wondering when I'll be home.” He glanced up from his phone screen, a slight frown on his lips. “I should probably get going, I don't want to make her wait up for me.”

Beside him, Karen glanced down at her own phone on the table, unlocking the screen and checking the time. “Maybe I should head out too,” she said. “It is starting to get kind of late.”

A flood of relief instantly washed over you as you perked up across the table. If both of them were calling it a night, that meant you and Matt could leave, too. Which also meant you could head back to either of your apartments and do something about all the growing sexual tension and Matt's incessant teasing, because by now you were becoming desperate for some sort of relief. But just as you shifted in your seat, about to open your mouth and eagerly agree with the idea of leaving, Matt's hand tightened around your knee. Your brief hesitation gave him a chance to respond first.

“You both head on out,” he began, tone far too casual as he spoke. “I think we might actually stay a bit. It's been awhile since we've really gotten to spend time together with everything going on these past few weeks.”

“Just don't stay up too late tonight, kids,” Foggy joked, already sliding out of the seat across from you and Matt. “We've got a meeting bright and early tomorrow morning!”

Matt chuckled good-naturedly, his hand inching up under the hem of your dress as he did. You straightened in your seat at the touch, spine pressing against the back of the booth as you wondered why in the hell he wanted to stay.

“You don't have to worry about me, buddy,” he assured him. “I'll be ready for tomorrow morning.”

Karen slid out of the booth behind Foggy, one hand brushing some loose blonde hair out of her face as she sent you and Matt a warm smile. You returned the smile as best as you could, hoping neither of them had noticed how unusually quiet you'd been tonight. 

“I know how much we've been hogging Matt the past few weeks,” Karen told you, readjusting her purse strap as she rose to her feet beside the booth. “So I hope you two enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Thanks, I'm–I'm sure we will,” you replied, trying to fight back the quiver in your voice as Matt's thumb slid across the inside of your thigh. 

“Oh, we most certainly will,” he told her with a smile, his hand giving your thigh a slight squeeze.

Hips shifting along the booth's bench, you tried to ignore the growing ache between your legs, finding it hard to remain casual with how Matt was making you feel. You weren't sure what his reasoning was for not getting up and leaving right now with them, but you sure hoped you could convince him to get out of here fast once they'd left.

“It was good seeing you both again tonight,” you told the pair of them. “And congratulations again on winning that case.”

“We'll see you at the next big celebratory win!” Foggy said, shooting you a wave.

You sent them both a wave in return before they turned and headed towards the exit to Josie’s, the pair of them walking side by side. Matt's hand remained on your thigh as you watched them go, his other hand picking up his half-finished beer from the table. Your attention shifted to him beside you, watching as he drew the bottle up to his lips, taking a deep pull before he set the beer back down. Your gaze remained on his mouth, watching as the tip of his tongue slipped out and ran along his lips. The thought of that skilled tongue being put to use had your cunt pathetically clenching around nothing.

“You're so damn wet I can barely taste my own beer,” Matt said, voice just loud enough for you to hear. “All I have been able to taste for the past hour is you and your dripping cunt.”

Fighting a shudder threatening to roll down your spine, your own hands tightened around the neck of your beer bottle on the table. “That's your own doing, Matt,” you pointed out, sounding more breathless than you'd have liked. “You're the one who won't stop teasing me tonight.”

“And you're the one showing up in a dress,” he countered, his covered gaze finally landing on you. “You know I can't resist when you wear them.”

“I didn't feel like changing before I left,” you replied, heart pounding a little faster as you felt his hand begin to glide further up beneath your dress. “I was excited to see you and I hadn't thought–” you paused, eyelids fluttering momentarily when one of his fingers finally swiped ever so gently just over your soaked underwear.

“Hadn't thought what, sweetheart?” he asked cheekily. 

You could feel your pulse pounding in your own aching cunt by now, your body tense as it desperately begged for more stimulation than that light touch. Breath coming in a bit sharper, you tried to focus your thoughts to answer him.

“Hadn't thought you'd react like this,” you whispered. 

“Mmm,” Matt hummed out, turning more towards you in the booth, his hand still lingering on the inside of your thigh, fingers dangerously close to where you wanted them. “Well it has been awhile since I've had the opportunity to properly take care of my girl because of that damn case. I suppose I just couldn't resist you tonight.”

“So then let's get out of here,” you urged. “My place or yours tonight, I don't care, Matt. Just stop teasing me because I can't take it any longer. I miss you.”

You heard the sharp intake of breath that came from him at the sound of your plea. Behind his dark lenses you saw the way his eyes had closed, his jaw tightening.

“Please, Matt,” you begged, hoping the distress in your voice would help convince him. “Let's just go.”

He exhaled slowly through his nose, his nostrils flaring sharply as his eyes opened once more behind the red lenses. “I do love how you sound when you get like this,” he murmured. “But if you're that needy for a release already, why wait, sweetheart?”

Brows drawing together on your forehead, you eyed him in confusion. “What?” you asked.

The corner of his lip tugged up into a sinful smirk. “Why not let me get you off right here, right now? Right in this booth,” he suggested, tone darkening. 

Your eyes darted around the bar, the thought of Matt’s fingers on you right here raising goosebumps along your arms. While there were a handful of patrons scattered around Josie’s tonight, some were playing pool while others were at the bar, drinking down their drinks. There was no one even remotely near your booth. A nervous laugh slipped out of you as you focused back on Matt.

“You're not actually serious, are you?” you asked. “We're in the middle of a bar , Matt. And we aren't exactly here alone.”

He shrugged a single shoulder in response. “So?” he asked. “I can be discreet if you can be quiet.”

Lips parting in surprise, you sat there in stunned silence. The devilish smirk only grew on his lips as his right hand once again lifted his beer bottle from the table, bringing it slowly up to his mouth for another drink that he took so irritatingly calm and casual.

“Though it's entirely up to you, of course,” he continued after he'd swallowed, lowering the bottle back to the table. “You know I'd certainly never want to make you uncomfortable. So if you'd rather us wait until we've walked all the way back to my place–the closest option–then we most certainly can. Or,” he purred, his finger once again lightly gliding along your cunt over your wet underwear, your eyes nearly rolling back at the touch, “I can take care of you here. With my fingers. And then fuck you far more thoroughly back at my place after.” 

He shot you a charming smile that had you feeling weak already. He damn well knew what he had been doing to you all night, especially with those senses of his. Had this been his goal all along? To work you up so much that you'd actually want to do this? Because truthfully, it had worked. You were considering it.

“The choice is yours, sweetheart,” he told you. 

Once again your eyes darted around the bar, unable to believe that you were actually contemplating his offer. But this was Matt and you'd often found he had a way of making you comfortable and willing to try new things–like letting him get you off in the middle of a dive bar that the pair of you often frequented. But no one here was even remotely paying the pair of you any attention where you were sitting in the corner of the bar. If you kept quiet, no one would be able to see anything that was happening beneath the table. And did you really want to wait the ten minute walk back to Matt's apartment building? And then another few minutes on top of that while you both made it up to his apartment before getting any sort of release? 

No, no you really didn't. 

“Okay, you win,” you whispered.

Matt rested his right elbow up on the tabletop, his stubbled chin coming to land in his palm as he focused on you. That damn smile was still on his mouth.

“You're going to have to tell me what you want,” he replied. “I'm not a mind reader.”

You rolled your eyes at him and the way he was purposely drawing this out. He could be such a goddamn tease when he wanted to be.

“I want you to touch me,” you said. “Get me off here and then take me home after, Matthew. I can’t wait any longer.”

His head tilted to the side in his palm, his dark brows rising playfully up above his glasses. “You sure you can manage to keep quiet enough?” he asked.

With an irritated huff, you rolled your eyes at him again. “Yes, now can you stop toying with me and– fuck .”

A satisfied smile spread across his mouth as one of his fingers landed directly on your swollen clit over the fabric of your damp underwear. He'd only applied a faint bit of pressure with the pad of his finger, but already it had felt so damn good in comparison to the burning ache you'd been dealing with most of the night. 

“I told you we'd have to save that for when we got back to my place,” he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Don't think we'd quite manage to get away unnoticed in the booth doing that .”

“You're such an asshole, Matthew,” you breathed out. 

He chuckled in response, his finger making a circle along the sensitive bud beneath it. “You sure now is the time for insults, sweetheart?” he asked. “Because I can stop.”

Your eyelids closed as you weakly shook your head, every part of you focused on the delicious pressure of his finger. “No,” you nearly whimpered. “Please don't stop, Matt.”

He hummed out a pleased noise in response, his finger continuing to circle your clit over the top of your underwear. Your breath was coming in sharp, short gasps as you fought to reopen your eyes and keep them open, remembering that you were both still in public and that you needed to keep your composure. Though keeping your expression neutral was difficult with Matt's smirking face directly in your line of sight. He looked so smug as his finger continued to gently rub against you. 

But he wasn’t doing nearly enough to ease the growing desire between your legs and get you off. And it was becoming obvious that it was purposeful.

“Come on, Matt,” you whined. “Haven't you teased me enough tonight? Can you please stop already?”

“Alright, sweetheart,” he replied. “If you insist.”

His fingers hooked around your underwear, pulling it to the side and out of his way. Two of his thick digits soon slid between your soaked folds, running back and forth along the length of them as he gathered your slick. A rumbling growl vibrated in Matt's chest as the expression on his face abruptly darkened, that teasing smirk quickly vanishing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he snarled between gritted teeth.

Your mouth went dry instantly at the sound of the Devil’s voice. You hadn’t expected that.

“Need me that bad, do you?” he growled low. “Already soaked your panties because you're so eager? And all it took was my voice?” 

The tip of one of his fingers lightly brushed over your clit in a series of quick, gentle strokes. Your body gave a jolt in the booth, your breath hitching in your throat at the feather-light assault. 

“Maybe I should make you soak my fingers along with that dress, hmm?” he purred. “Right here in this bar. You'd like that, wouldn't you, sweetheart?”

Hands releasing the bottle of your beer, they immediately clamped down onto the edge of the table. You had a feeling you were going to need to hold on to something if the Devil was about to play with you in the middle of Josie’s.

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, spreading your legs a little wider beneath the table in open invitation. “Please.”

The corner of Matt’s lip pulled up into something feral as you felt his finger leave the little swollen nub, instead lining it up with your dripping entrance. You’d barely had a chance to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come before he plunged that lone digit straight inside of you. Teeth clamping down on your bottom lip, you fought back the noise that nearly flew out of your mouth, managing to trap it in the back of your throat instead as your hands gripped the table.

“That's right, keep quiet, sweetheart,” the Devil rumbled out. “Don't want anyone here to know that I'm touching you, do we?”

“No,” you breathed out, shaking your head.

His finger began to pump into your cunt painfully slow as he slid even closer next to you in the booth. His thigh pressed up right against yours and a whine managed to faintly slip out of your lips. The moment you felt his lips brush along the shell of your ear though, a lightheadedness washed over you.

“You're doing so good being quiet for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear with each word as his finger continued its unhurried rhythm. “Should we see just how quiet you can be?”

Your eyes clamped shut, your body feeling like it was burning up beside Matt's. A shuddering exhale left you as your hands clung tighter to the table as if that would somehow help you keep from making a single sound. 

Before you knew what was happening, Matt plunged a second finger inside of you. A surprised gasp flew out of your mouth, your eyes flying back open. His fingers increased their pace, the soft, obscene squelch of your wet cunt meeting your ears over the faint chatter of the bar and the quiet classic rock that was playing. Matt moaned quietly beside your ear, his hot breath cascading down the side of your neck only making you feel even more dizzy. 

“Good girl,” the Devil praised beside your ear. “Keeping so quiet for me while I fuck you with my fingers.”

A moan once again started in the back of your throat at his words, one you were desperately trying to hold back. But it was becoming difficult to stay aware of your surroundings and the need to not make a noise when his fingers started to curl inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that had white beginning to dance at the corner of your eyes. Matt's own ragged breaths in your ear wasn't helping your situation. You could tell he was becoming increasingly worked up beside you, too, at the sound of each of his own sharp growls.

“Should I let you cum already?” he whispered into your ear. “Would you like that?”

You nodded frantically in response, eager for the promise of a release from all the tension that had been building up inside of you tonight. 

“Yes,” you begged. “Please, Matt, please.”

Another rumbling growl from him met your ears and your cunt clenched around Matt's fingers. He groaned low beside you in response, the sound deep within his throat. 

“I love it when you beg, sweetheart,” he whispered. “And you have been so good for me tonight. So I want you to cum. I want you to drench my fingers here in the middle of Josie’s. But,” he continued, the Devil’s tone turning to that of a warning as you felt the pad of his thumb land on your clit, “you better not make a fucking sound when you do.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded obediently as you attempted to mutter out an affirmative response. Though it was hard to form much of a thought with the way his two fingers kept diligently fucking you now combined with the tantalizing movements of his thumb on your throbbing clit. His voice in your ear and the feel of his hard body against the side of yours was already pushing you over the edge now. 

Your climax was within reach, you could feel that familiar pressure building to its peak deep inside of you, begging to be let loose with each thrust of his fingers and brush of his thumb pad. Your hands had grown clammy as you fought to hold onto the table, your back arching in the booth as you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back in ecstasy. 

But the closer and closer you inched to your release, the harder and harder it was becoming to keep silent. Whimpers and whines were falling out between your quivering lips, the sounds mingling with each wet thrust of his fingers inside of you and his own labored breaths in your ear.

“I know, I know,” he cooed. “You're so close, sweetheart. I can feel it. Just let go for me.”

Your body was beginning to shake under the strain of remaining composed in the booth. The pleased, encouraging noises coming from Matt weren't helping your efforts either, especially as that moan inside of you began to build just as your climax unexpectedly slammed into you like a brick wall. 

You'd barely opened your mouth before Matt lunged at you, his own lips practically crashing onto you and smothering yours. The moan you'd been about to loose throughout the bar was quickly muffled by his own mouth as he swallowed the sound of it down his throat. With his mouth feverishly attacking yours in a mix of tongue and teeth, his hand continued to work you through your climax beneath the table, dragging it out and drawing you through it. One of your hands released the death grip you had on the table, landing on Matt's thick thigh just beside yours. You dug your nails into his muscle through his dress pants as your body trembled along the bench, a low moan once more barreling out of you and straight into his mouth one last time as you came hard on his fingers. 

Gradually Matt's fingers slowed to a stop, your body sinking back into the booth as if it suddenly weighed far too much. His mouth broke away from yours, his own chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, still trying to recover from the body-shaking orgasm he’d just given you in public. His face was flushed, his cheeks slightly reddened. It almost looked like there was even the slightest sheen of sweat above his brow.

“That was not exactly quiet, sweetheart,” he lightly chastised, carefully withdrawing his fingers from inside of you. “You’re lucky I noticed before everyone else here did.”

You shot him a blissful, tired smile, your head resting against the back of the booth as you gazed back at him. “Thank God for your senses, then,” you joked, still a little breathless.

The corner of Matt’s mouth quirked up into a smirk as he continued to focus on you, the lenses of his glasses glinting under the red neon sign on the wall beside your booth. His left hand appeared from underneath the table moments later, coated and obviously glistening with your slick under the red light. He raised both fingers up to his lips before slipping them inside his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them with a satisfied moan that sounded low in the back of his throat. A shiver ran up your spine as you watched him slowly slide his two fingers back out from between his plush lips, his focus never leaving you.

“I don’t think it’s God that you should be thanking right now,” he murmured, the Devil once more grinning back at you. 

Your cunt immediately twitched back awake at that voice, bottom lip rolling between your teeth. Matt's tongue slid out between his lips, sensually running along the length of them before an impatient growl rumbled out of him.

“Now what’s going to happen next,” the Devil began, his voice raising the hair on the back of your neck, “is you’re going to get out of this booth like nothing happened,” he told you. “And then I’m going to take you and that deliciously drenched pussy back to my place where I’m going to have my fill of you. And this time, sweetheart?” he continued, the red of the neon light washing over his face as he leaned in towards you. “I want to hear every goddamn sound you make. You got that?”

Swallowing hard, you immediately sobered up in the booth beside him. You nodded in response, already eagerly beginning to slide out of the booth after him, incredibly aware of how pathetically wet you still were beneath your dress. But you weren’t about to deny the Devil what he wanted when you loved playing with him as much as you did.

[lovebugism]

vacation, cocktails, stevie in the tiniest shorts… I mean 😮‍💨

thanks for your request lovey!! — the one where steve takes you to the beach, but him in his bathing suit is the real view (established relationship, smut 18+, 2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Steve jokes as he passes you a cocktail. It’s a red, yellow, and blue colored drink with an orange slice wedged into the top of it. It’s about as tropical as a beachside bar can get. 

The rainbow colors match his color-blocked swim trunks, though the fabric is far more muted in hue. They make his tanned skin look that much more golden. You can’t figure out which shade is most his color, though, no matter how hard you ogle. 

Steve spent a better part of the day smiling with delight every time he caught you staring. He’d been a bit scared to wear the shorts, in truth. They were far too long to be considered a speedo but revealed more of his thighs than normal trunks did. Then he saw how much you loved them and never wanted to take them off.

“Sorry,” you murmur as you take the blended drink from him. “It’s just… It’s staring me right in the face, babe.”

“Shut up,” Steve huffs out a laugh, descending on the lounge seat next to yours.

You’ve been on vacation for four days now, playing house in his parents’ beachside condo. He wears the bliss of holiday all over him, tanned skin glittering beneath a golden hour sun. He’s almost constantly shirtless because it’s so damn hot out — which has done nothing but give you ample time to leer at his toned torso, dusted with marred scars beneath sprinkles of chestnut hair.

But it’s his thighs that get you. Those goddamn perfect thighs you want to take a bite out of and ride all at once.

No one should look so good in such a tiny pair of shorts. You think it should be a crime, really. And the worst part about all of it is Steve has virtually no idea what he’s doing to you.

He just sits there next to you and laughs at your ogling — like there's anything remotely funny about the heart palpitations he’s giving you just from looking so damn good.

“I’m so glad I got you those shorts,” you confess, mostly to yourself, before sipping at the bendy straw in your cup. The fruity slush cools your warm skin almost instantly.

“Yeah,” Steve hums with a lopsided smile. His rosy lips match the sunburn on his cheekbones. “They fit like a glove, don’t they?”

You know he’s saying that just to tease you, but you nod anyway. “Yes, they do,” you singsong quietly, chewing at the end of your straw and getting lost in your leering.

It makes Steve chuckle to himself. “Alright, babe. Keep it in your pants.”

“I’d love to get into your pants, actually.”

“You’re in rare form today, aren’t you?” Steve wonders through his laughter.

Being beachside looked good on you — being away from Hawkins looked good on you. It’s the first time he’s seen you relax in a while. Like, really relax. No monsters to hunt, no children to run after, no parents to impress. It’s just you and him and an orange sun. 

And also a bar that serves alcohol that tastes like juice that you’re currently downing like it’s nothing.

“I’m tipsy and in love,” you shrug. “Sue me.”

Steve smacks his lips against his teeth. “Nah. I’m tipsy and in love, too, so… I guess I can’t really blame you…”

His admission of love makes you smile. You’ve surely heard it a million times now, but your chest sparkles like it’s the very first.

You grow suddenly soft. “Thanks for bringing me here, Stevie…”

His sheepish grin matches your own. “Thanks for coming with me, baby.”

He reaches a hand out towards you — which you take without thinking twice.

His long fingers are warm as they engulf your own. Your arms sway in the inches of space separating the two of you, knuckles gently brushing the white sand beneath you. And even though you’re touching him, you can’t help but crave more.

“You’re so far away,” you observe with a slight pout furrowing your brows.

Steve scoffs a gentle laugh. “I’m literally holding your hand.”

“Yeah, but like…” You trail off as you try to find the words to say — how to say them without sounding pathetic. Your nose scrunches softly with your admission. “I need you…”

“Need me?” he wonders with pinched brows. 

He’s concerned at first, because he’s always concerned at first.

He’s been on the defense since 1984. It’s practically in his nature, at this point. It takes him a second to realize you don’t actually need help — that you’re not in Hawkins anymore, and there’s no reason to look over his shoulder. 

His honey eyes go wide in realization a moment later. His pink mouth falls softly agape. “Oh. Like, need me, need me?”

You hum with a distant, tipsy smile.

“Need you, need you, need you,” you repeat thrice for effect.

Despite his similar desire that blooms like a flower in his chest, he urges, “Finish your drink first, ‘kay?”

Your pout returns. “Why?”

“‘Cause it was expensive as shit, and I don’t want it going to waste,” he explains with a chuckle.

You nod in return. “Yes, sir…”

Your mouth curls around the straw again. A smile quirks your lips as you watch the boy next to you squirm in his seat — your words having a rather obvious effect on him.

You swallow down the strawberry slush, now turning into a sour lemon, and blink away a brain freeze. 

“You okay over there, Stevie?” you tease.

He nods with jutted-out lips. “Mm-hmm. Yep. Perfect.”

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One Tropical Rainbow Paradise cocktail later, and Steve’s leading you to his cabana.

It’s more private than a normal one. Far more lavish, too. It’s like a tiny studio apartment — made of three walls and a thick curtain in place of a door. There’s a television hung below the ceiling, a small bed pushed up against the wood, and a clawfoot tub idling on the other side. 

You figure you’ll have ample time to ride Steve in the bath later. 

Your mouth waters for a taste of him now.

It’s why you fall to your knees no more than a second after you’ve latched the curtain shut.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you. He nearly stumbles backward onto the mattress behind him because the very sight of you makes his legs buckle.

“Whoa, babe— Let me put a pillow under you first—”

“I don’t care about that,” you dismiss with the shake of your head. Your fingers curl around the hem of his trunks as you blink up at him. “Just take your clothes off.”

He nods, rapid and visibly enthusiastic. 

You don’t pull his shorts all the way down, just enough to free his half-hard cock. You slip the band beneath his heavy balls and wrap his dick in your hand, wetting your palm with your tongue first to ease the friction. 

You work him slowly with your wrist and lick the pearly bead of precum from his flushed tip like it’s muscle memory to you. The rough pad of your tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of him drives him wild. A groan rumbles in his chest, muffled through his clenched jaw and teeth.

“Fuck— These trunks are really doing it for you, huh?” he teases after his fleeting senses return to him.

You blink up at him, only halfway amused. “Be careful, Stevie. I don't know if you noticed, but I have your dick in my hand.”

A crooked grin pulls at his pink lips. “Yeah… Go ahead and put your mouth on it, sweetheart,” he instructs lowly. “Maybe I’ll let you ride it after— shit.”

Your lips wrap fully around his reddening tip.

His breath catches in his throat when you lick over him like a lollipop. Your tongue dips over his drooling slit. The salty tang of him makes you moan under your breath.

Your lips abandon his cock soon after. You keep jerking him with your fist while you bring your mouth to his balls. You know he likes that best. He’s more sensitive there than most men are and spurned on by the sight of it even more so.

The sounds of your suckling and the vision of you nuzzling against his length has his orgasm creeping up his spine. 

Your mouth widens as your tongue trails up the thick vein at the underside of his cock, leading all the way to his flushed, bulbous tip.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Steve sighs, right before a whine spills from his throat. His palms are wide and warm as they settle over your temples, his fingers crawling into your hair. 

He doesn’t guide you at all — you know what he likes better than he does, really. He doesn’t pull you closer to him, either. He just holds you. He uses you like an anchor when his impending orgasm threatens to pull his head underwater.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he repeats, this time in a more firm groan. His cock jerks faintly in your mouth while he babbles. “Gonna make me come like this… So good for me, baby. Your pretty mouth is always so good for me. Just a little bit more…”

You know what he needs. He blinks, and suddenly his cock is stuffed down your throat. Both of you are barely breathing by then, equally spurned on by his rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Oh, shit, babe— fuck,” he whines, voice breaking when you swallow around him. He tilts his head to the ceiling and talks himself through his orgasm with gritted teeth. “Yeah. Gag on it— let me feel you, baby… Fuck, yes... 'S gonna make me come so hard. You’re gonna swallow it for me, yeah? Take everything I give you?”

With his cock stuffing your throat, you show him better than you can tell him. 

His cock spits several warm loads within your waiting throat. You swallow it all down without complaint — not because it tastes good exactly, but because you love having a mouthful of him.

His golden thighs tremble under your hands as your nails rake gently over his skin.

A blissful sigh trembles in his flushed chest when you pull back from him. Even though your jaw aches and your throat is sore, you find it in you to smile as you drag your finger over the dribbles of cum at the corner of your mouth. 

Steve swears he almost comes again when you lick the remnants of his pearly load off the pad of your thumb.

“What do ya say?” you find it in you to tease despite your current predicament. You’re still kneeling in front of him, blinking up at him with heavy watering eyes, saliva glistening on your chin. “Did I earn my seat, Stevie?”

Swallowing through a tight throat, he nods until the words catch up to him. “Yeah. Definitely, yeah. Fuck.”

The bed creaks under his weight when he lies in the center of it. Now fully naked, his tanned skin contrasts heavily with the all-white sheets beneath him. His honey hair is wild as he leans against the fluffy pillows.

He beckons you to him with a wave of his hands.

“C’mere,” he tells you, pink tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips a second later.

You untie your bikini in record time. You rise on the mattress and swing your knee over his hip. Your glistening pussy rests just over his stomach, pretty enough to taste.

“Uh-uh,” Steve hums with the shake of his head, waving his hands again. “Come here.”

Your brows pinch. “What do you mean?”

“Closer,” he commands.

Still a bit confused, you shift further up his waist — only a few inches, though, because you’re not entirely sure what he’s asking of you. 

You don’t fully understand until his wide hands curl around the backs of your thighs. He urges you up his torso himself, forcing you to grip the headboard before you topple over completely. 

He shifts lower on the mattress until your knees are over his shoulders. His strong arms wrap around your thighs to pull you over his face, all but suffocating himself with your pussy.

His scruffy jaw scratches softly at your inner thighs — a stark contrast with the way his soft mouth suckles at your weeping cunt.

You’re practically gushing over his face the second his lips wrap around your clit.

[rookiesbookies]

Konig and His Loser

Sex Doll AU, here's the one that won my poll. sorry he took so long- big thank you to @shotmrmiller for helping me edit and get it to perfection ❤️

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Konig seemed pretty similar to the other stories but she had found him in a magazine. A simple magazine ad, but she just called it in, why not right?

Well, she hadn’t read the size well and was lucky that they had to call a moving company to get him in from the warehouse. 

She couldn't believe her luck as she watched the movers gingerly maneuver the box that held Konig through the narrow hallway of her apartment building. 

As they finally managed to get Konig into her living room, just from the outside of his box she could tell he was huge.

After fighting open the box once the movers had left, she stood back in awe, taking in every intricately carved detail of his frame. His features were striking yet delicate, a perfect balance of strength and vulnerability that seemed to draw her in deeper with each passing moment.

Once freed she saw that he was a masterpiece in person, not done justice by the pages of that damned ad, a work of art that had seemingly materialized from her dreams onto the glossy pages of the magazine ad. 

Especially his scars. The big ugly ones that littered his face. He looked like whatever mask he had come with had caught on fire at some point. She had a hard time telling if it was by design or not.

She spent hours just sitting in front of him, tracing the lines and curves of his form with her fingertips, feeling his skin and texture. He felt so close to human. It was as if he held a piece of her soul within him, a connection that transcended time and space.

Over the days that followed, she found herself drawn to Konig more and more, losing herself in the depths of his enigmatic presence. She tried hard to figure out how to 'activate' him as he did turn on in the instruction manual. They manual made it clear there seemed to be one, but as she fiddled with his clothes and appercence to try to turn her new toy on.

She truly did her best but she had been watching some movies from her childhood on reruns when the idea of 'true love's kiss' jumped into her mind.

She felt him breathe against her after she planted it softly on his lip. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer and over his lap. He held her close, his touch familiar and comforting, but maybe that was just her delusion. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers as they embraced in the dimly lit room. 

The soft patter of rain on the windows created a soothing background melody to their not so silent dance. She nestled into his arms, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Time seemed to stand still as they lingered in that moment of intimacy, savoring the connection that bound them together. 

Despite the mask that concealed his identity, she knew him intimately and cherished the bond they shared beyond words or appearances in some deep, almost spiritual way. And so they remained entwined, two souls intertwined in a delicate balance of love and uncertainty, lost in the beauty of their silent embrace.

He stayed quiet, almost scary quiet and they kissed over his mask. Feeling eachother’s lips through the fabric of an old t-shirt.

His hands moved lower, tracing the curves of her body as he rid her of her pajama pants. She gasped at the touch, her skin tingling with desire. His fingers were gentle yet firm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, his tough fingers from working on the field roaming her.

She couldn't help but feel self-conscious as his eyes roamed over her exposed body. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, his touch was filled with such tenderness and adoration that it made her heart swell with emotion.

He kissed her again, keeping the thin barrier of his mask, his lips demanding and insistent. She responded eagerly, losing herself in the passion that consumed them both. For a moment, she forgot about everything else - the world outside their room, their past lives and all their struggles. All that mattered was this moment and the overwhelming sense of love they shared. His hulking figure even more imposing with all his gear on.

His hand traveled lower, teasing between her legs until she moaned against his lips. He continued to explore every inch of her body until she was trembling with desire.

He lifted her onto her couch. He scooted up and put her legs over his shoulders and just went to town after draping his mask over her lower lips. It was like he was starved, leaving her gasping. He was messy, her slick coating his face before he lifted himself and leaned her back. He whispered some coaxing things in a language she didn't understand, she assumed they were coaxing at least.

With hesitation, he guided his delicious uncut cock inside of her, it barely escaped his heavy military pants, and she gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t similar to anything she or he had ever experienced before - a perfect pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. He was so big, long, a girthy that she couldn't believe it. She was so on Cloud 9 that she felt like she couldn't breathe. It was like his dick was up in her throat stopping any words from leaving her. His tip hit her cervix and his breathing got heavy with hers as he tore off his helmet with one hand and went back to kissing her, draping his mask over the lower half of her face. Her eyes were rolling around her skull, she was high on the way he rubbing on her insides. The feeling was a certain type of suffocatingly delicious moment as their breaths mixed under his mask.

As they moved together in some perfect harmony, it felt like they were two pieces finally coming together to complete each other's puzzle. She was lost in his embrace, finding solace and comfort in their shared intimacy.

When they finally reached their climax, it felt like fireworks exploding in every corner of the room. He collapsed as gently as he could onto his forearms to keep from falling on her, breathing heavily as they basked in the aftermath of their love.

For a while, they lay there in silence, feeling content and fulfilled in each other's presence. As the rain continued to pour outside, they remained wrapped up in each other- two imperfect beings finding perfection in their love for one another.

All she could think about was, from how he panted like a dog, maybe he was a loser too.

[roosterforme]

Adult Education Part 12 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica enjoys showing off her closet almost as much as Jake enjoys unwrapping his gift. When the two of them head to the fundraiser she's spent weeks planning, Jake recognizes the strong feelings he has for her. And there's no way he'd let anyone take this night away from her.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral f receiving, angst, swearing, frat boys, 18+

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jake was trying to play it cool on Friday night as he knocked on Jessica's door. "I'm coming!" she called from inside as he shifted the baking dish around in his hand along with his garment bag. He had everything he would need for the weekend, including his suit for her fundraiser. 

When she opened the door for him, she looked breathless and flushed. "Hi," she whispered, and then Jake had her in his arms, too. 

"I missed you," he replied. "But I need you to take this lasagna before I drop it."

"Oh! You brought dinner?" she asked, looking astonished as she took the foil covered dish from his arms. "You didn't have to do that."

"I like feeding you," he told her with a wink as he walked inside and closed her apartment door behind him. And then he really took a look at her. She was wearing a deep purple jewel toned robe and seemingly nothing else. It was short and silky and barely covered her backside as she ran into her tiny, mostly unused kitchen and peeked inside the foil. 

"It looks so good," she moaned. 

Jake draped his garment jacket over the back of the couch and tossed his overnight bag with it as he headed for the kitchen as well. "Preheat the oven and we can eat it in about an hour."

She did, and then she spun to face him as she adjusted her glasses. Her nipples were peaks against the silk fabric, and Jake desperately wanted to untie it and see if she was wearing panties. Jessica was his girlfriend, and technically she had invited him over to look at and enjoy her lingerie collection with him, but he didn't want to make it seem like that was the only reason he was here. Because it wasn't. 

He leaned in and kissed her. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow night."

"Me too," she replied, leaning away from him a bit as she reached for the sash holding her robe closed. "But I'm looking forward to tonight just as much. And I have a great idea of how we can entertain ourselves while dinner cooks."

Jake watched her fingers work the knot until the fabric drifted open to reveal her delicate skin from the valley between her breasts all the way down to her pussy. "I love the way you think," he murmured, running his knuckles along her belly button. "You're so damn smart, Baby." He trailed his hand slowly up her body until he was cupping her chin while she shivered. 

"You stay here while I go change?" Her eyes were wide and focused on his as  he stroked her neck.

"Mmhmm. I'll put the food in the oven and set the timer. Be there in a minute."

Jessica bounced off toward her bedroom with her robe flying behind her while Jake had to unzip his jeans for a little relief. He had to fight the urge to touch himself as he waited for the oven to preheat. How the hell was this happening to him? He counted his blessings as he put the lasagna in to cook and followed Jessica at a slower pace. Her bedroom was softly lit and smelled as sweet as she always did. When he found her, she was standing in her small walk-in closet with her back to him.

"Reedy," he crooned. She was wearing more of those black stockings he liked so much. The tops of them just barely dug into her soft thighs, and she had on her black high heels. This time she paired them with a black garter belt and thong, and when she tossed her hair across her upper back, he saw her black bra straps, too. 

She peeked at him over her shoulder and whispered, "Wanna unwrap your present?"

He was already sweating. Jake tugged his own tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor as he stepped up right behind her. "I think I'd like to enjoy the way it looks first."

Soft laughter filled the small space as Jake's hands found her shoulders and then trailed them down her arms. She shivered when he pressed the front of his jeans to her ass, letting her feel the rough fabric on her perfect skin. "Jake," she whispered, rubbing back against him as he brought his hands around to the front of her waist to her soft belly. 

When he kissed the side of her neck, she arched her back, and those pretty breasts were jutting out covered in black lace. "I like this look on you," he whispered, bringing his left hand up to squeeze her tits. "It's a little filthy. Where's my sweet Jessica?" 

She whined as his right hand dipped into the front of her thong and went right for her clit. "I'm still sweet," she mumbled, already sounding out of breath as he sucked on the side of her neck. 

"You sure are," he mused, pushing two fingers through her folds and inside her as she bucked. He licked her neck and whispered, "Let me taste your pussy?"

Jake was rock hard in his jeans as she rubbed on him and moaned, "Anything you want."

He smirked and sucked on her neck hard enough to leave a mark. Then he withdrew his fingers and pulled his hand free from the black lace. He spun her around to watch him lick his fingers clean of her slick, and she already looked a little dazed. "If you offer up everything, I can't promise I won't take it."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and chased his lips, and Jake let her taste herself there. He palmed her ass and scooped her up, and she gasped and giggled when he dropped her onto her back on the bed. "What are you gonna do?" she asked, adjusting her glasses with a little grin as she looked up at him. 

"Well first of all, I'm gonna take that little grin off your face," he whispered, reaching for her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed as she squealed. "Then I'm gonna make you come." He kissed the inside of her left calf before gently guiding both legs over his shoulders. The silky stockings felt nice on his bare skin as he bent and kissed along her belly. Her fingers were in his hair as he reached beneath her and unclasped her bra. She helped him toss it away as he licked and nuzzled the undersides of her breasts. "Jesus," he moaned, pushing her thighs back with his shoulders to get better access to her tits. 

Jessica whimpered as he rubbed at her wet pussy through the thong while he sucked on her nipples. She was lying here, prepared to let him do what he wanted, but the only thing he needed was to prove he was good enough for her. Jake took his time, licking and sucking and worshipping her breasts until she was begging him for more. He took her hands in his and guided them from his hair and wrapped them around the backs of her own thighs. 

"You keep yourself open nice and wide for me," he grunted, kneeling on the floor and kissing her inner thigh. She smelled sweet and ready for him; she'd already soaked through her lingerie. 

"Okay," she whispered, watching him with parted lips as he tugged her thong to one side and buried his nose in her pussy. He kissed her opening as her high heels dug into his back a little bit, and she bucked up toward his face. 

"Shh," he coaxed, holding her hips still as she whined his name. "I'm right here." That just seemed to make her go crazier, because he had to pin her down to the bed to enjoy her the way he wanted to: leisurely and thoroughly. 

"Fuck," she gasped, spreading her own legs wider as Jake wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked softly at first and then harder. The little bud was as smooth as a pearl against his tongue and oh so sensitive. "Jake," she whispered as he lapped her up before kissing the little patch of her trimmed hair. 

"You want me to stop?" he teased, and she tried to buck up for more.

"No!" she whined.

He kissed her clit. "Then spread 'em wider for me, Baby," he crooned, licking her up and down when she obeyed him. He ate her out like she deserved, coating his chin and lips with her slick and his saliva, licking and sucking until she was shaking. Then he just sucked a steady rhythm on her clit until her gasps and cries grew louder and louder. The gentle roll of her hips fighting him for more pressure let him know she was close. 

Then he felt and tasted the little gush against his tongue as she dripped down his chin. Her legs fell limp as he looked up at her perfect body where her breasts shook alluringly with each little aftershock while she chewed on her fingers. 

"Damn," he grunted, easing her legs down gently. He could hear the kitchen timer going off as she looked up at him. When he eased his body down on top of hers, he cock twitched, but he convinced himself he could wait to get himself wet. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, and she brought her fingers back to his hair as he kissed her cheeks and then her parted lips. "Let me get your robe, and you just take your time coming to the kitchen for dinner."

"You don't need to fuck me?" she asked softly. 

Jake chuckled. "Not as badly as I need to feed you dinner so you have energy for later."

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Jessica was sitting at her table in her lingerie with her robe wrapped around her, a clip holding her messy hair on top of her head. Jake was bustling around the kitchen in just his unzipped jeans wearing her oven mitts and humming along to a song that must have been stuck in his head. She groaned and cradled her face in her hands. He was so sexy and so damn sweet. How was she supposed to have stopped herself from falling for him?

"Baby, you want me to open this bottle of wine?" he asked, holding up the merlot that was on the counter. 

"Sure," she replied, watching his biceps work the wine opener. Then he brought her a plate of piping hot, homemade lasagna and a glass of her favorite wine. Before he could turn back to the kitchen to grab the rest, she reached for his hand. "Thank you."

Jake chuckled. "I should be thanking you," he muttered, kissing her forehead before he went to get his own food. 

She didn't realize how hungry she was until she took a bite. "It's so good," she whispered before she worked on cleaning her plate. Jessica mostly subsisted off of cereal, sandwiches, and lean cuisines unless he cooked something for her, and this was so delicious, she could have cried. She ate a second serving with no remorse. 

"I was going to change into something else," she whispered as she finished her glass of wine. "I'll let you choose something this time. But it's your fault and your lasagna's fault if I look bloated now."

Jake pushed his chair back, sitting there looking like a model from Men's Health magazine. When he patted his thigh, she straddled his lap and took a seat. Once again he untied the sash of her robe and stroked her from the top of her chest, down between her bare breasts, to the top of her garter belt. "Still looks perfect to me," he mumbled, pushing her robe open further and playing with her nipple. "You said I get to choose this time?" he asked, smirking up at her as he cupped her breast and leaned in to kiss the bruised spot on her neck. 

"Mmhmm," she hummed, leaning into his touch. "Pick a color and I'll get changed so you can fuck me."

Jake grunted. "Navy blue."

She smiled and kissed him before heading back to her closet with just the perfect thing in mind. As she slipped into a lacy, crotchless teddy in a rich, dark blue, she could hear Jake cleaning up in the kitchen. She selected a pair of red heels and let her hair out of the clip. She felt really sexy in this one, and when Jake walked into the bedroom, she was already bent over the bed, resting on her elbows, on display for him. 

"That's a beautiful sight," he murmured, his voice deep with need. Jessica could feel her nipples furl at his words alone. "Is this for me?" he asked, patting her bare pussy from behind. 

"Yes," she moaned as he slid his hand up to her butt. 

"How about this?"

"Yes," she repeated, feeling like she must be wet enough to drip on the floor. 

Without another word, she felt his knee wedge between her thighs, and he knocked her feet further apart with his own. "Jake," she whispered, legs spread wide as he squeezed her thighs, and then she felt his mouth on her again. "Oh."

He licked her pussy until she was practically seeing stars. When her legs shook, Jake helped her kneel on the edge of the bed, and then he ate her some more. His hands were a little rougher this time on her thighs, but it felt so good. And he was a quick study, because he had her coming again on his tongue.

She braced her hands on her light blue bedding, ready for him to start thrusting; he had more than earned it. But instead, Jake helped her roll over onto her back as she caught her breath, and then he plopped down next to her and took her hand. 

"You wanna change one more time?" he asked, stroking his fingers through her messy hair. "This time I'll unwrap my present before having my way with it."

She closed her eyes and basked in his words before she started to stand. "I have just the thing."

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Jake eased his jeans down his legs, his lips still wet with Jessica. He'd be lying right now if he said he didn't desperately need to cum. He stroked himself slowly as she opened and closed some drawers in her closet, and his hand was still wrapped around his cock when she returned. 

Somehow she'd gone from the naughty, strappy lingerie to this cream colored set, but he was just as turned on for this more innocent look. A cupless bra that tied into a soft, satin bow over her breasts and some high waisted underwear. "Come here, Smart Girl," he growled, and she seemed to know just what he wanted as she crawled on top of him. "I like this." 

He adjusted her glasses and kissed her lips as he ran his big hand along her panties. Everything was so soft. Like he'd never had before. Even her voice as she whispered, "Go ahead and unwrap me," sounded sweet to his ears. So he slid her underwear down to her bare feet, and she kicked them aside. Then without warning, she wrapped her hand around his cock and sank down on him. She swirled her hips slowly as he untied the satin bow slowly until her tits popped free. 

Jake brought his lips up to her chest as she braced her hands on his shoulders. She made soft, needy little noises as she bumped along with her tits in his face. "You're the perfect present," he whispered. "Can't get enough." 

When he rolled her onto her back and thrust into her until he came, he kissed her flushed cheeks and her lips as she moaned. Then he got to enjoy the sight of his cum leaking out of her hole and down her ass before he accompanied her to the shower. 

She was soft and drowsy in his arms, resting her cheek against his chest as he told her how she was always so sweet for him. How she was everything he wanted. He knew he was falling in love with his Smart Girl who kept him on his toes.

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Jessica slept so well snuggled up tight with Jake, her fingers in his chest hair. Apparently she was more worn out than she thought, because it was after ten on Saturday morning when she opened her eyes. And as soon as she did, he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "Morning," he whispered. "You ready for your fancy fundraiser?"

She groaned. On paper, yes, she was ready. Mentally? Hardly. "Can we just stay in bed all day instead?" she asked softly as Jake kissed her shoulder.  

"No," he replied. "I want to see you in action. Work up an appetite for tonight."

She chuckled. "Well I'm putting you, Bradley and Dev to work all evening."

"Dev is coming?" Jake asked abruptly, his hand pausing on her body.

"Yeah. I invited him when he donated the beer. I've been emailing him to coordinate since he sent me things for the silent auction."

"He has a thing for you," Jake said bluntly. Jessica shimmied around until she was facing him. "Bradshaw told me like a hundred times with a smug look on his face."

She felt her cheeks grow warm. "But I have a thing for you. You're my boyfriend."

Jake kissed her softly and asked, "Did you give him your phone number inside one of the journals from your personal collection?"

"No!" she replied, scandalized. "You're the only one I could ever want to tease like that. Although I was honestly a little afraid I took it too far and you had given up on me." She buried her face against his neck since she didn't have her glasses on.

"Baby, I was so hooked after the first night at Chippy's, I'd still be begging you for your number now. I mean, Jessica... I bought a new truck for you."

"Oh my god," she moaned, certain her face was bright red. Butterflies erupted in her tummy as she thought about it. "Jake. Stop."

"I don't want to."

The morning gave way to lunchtime as they made love. She knew it would take her a while to get ready for the event, but she just couldn't rush something that felt so good. "I love this," Jake whispered against her ear while he had her hands pinned on the pillow above her head. Goosebumps covered her arms and legs. All the fine hairs on her body were tingling at the sensation of him rocking into her while he whispered, "Love it."

Then he made her brunch while she took a quick shower and cleaned up the mess he made with his cum. She ate eggs and toast with a huge mug of coffee while he headed off to shower, leaving her with the words, "I could get used to Saturdays like this."

She could, too. Jake was the best combination of everything. Sure, he could cook and he was hot and good in bed, but she liked having him around. She thought about him all day when she was at work. And he seemed to know how often she needed to have her own space. He bought a truck to make sure he wasn't late meeting her again. She groaned softly, already feeling needy for him again. How the hell was that possible? She was actually quite sore at the moment. 

With a soft smile, she put her plate in the dishwasher and headed to her closet. She was pulling on the tiny emerald green underwear when Jake strolled in completely naked. "Hey," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She melted against him, his skin still warm and damp from the shower. "What color are you wearing so I know which tie to put on?"

She pointed to the long, green dress hanging up. "This one."

"Pretty," he mumbled against her temple. "Then I'll wear my black tie instead of red or gold."

Once he was gone again, she shivered as she fixed her hair and makeup in her underwear. Jake was completely dressed and shaved with his hair styled by the time she was ready. He helped her into her dress and zipped up the back. It was tasteful with a flowing skirt, but there was a long slit going up her left leg. The top fit snugly over her breasts, and the thin straps accentuated her collarbones and shoulders. 

When she put her glasses back on, Jake said, "You're a knockout, Reedy. You ready to go to this thing?"

She slipped her heels on, gathered up her bag filled with notebooks and folders and then laced her fingers with his. "Let's go."

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Jake could tell she was nervous. His main goal for the evening was to help make everything as easy as possible for her, but she was quiet in his truck on the drive over. He wasn't sure what he could do for her right now. When she reached for his hand, she held onto him while she anxiously checked her phone. Jake was pretty sure they had plenty of time to get everything done, and he would take care of whatever she needed.

"Okay, so Bradley is loading the chilled kegs into his Bronco right now according to his wife, and then they are heading over to campus. The ice buckets should be ready. The frat boys reassured me they did everything on the checklist, including moving the furniture outside. The string quartet should arrive at 5:30. Dev should arrive around then, too. You and Bradley can set up the tables for beer pong. The culinary students should be in the kitchen within the next hour. Oh my god, did I miss anything?"

"Baby, I think you have it all under control," Jake said in as calming a voice as he could manage. 

But she went silent and stared out the window. Several minutes passed before she quietly said, "I need this to be perfect if I ever stand a chance at tenure under Brian."

Jake let his fingers tighten around her small hand. He didn't even like hearing her say his name. "Will he be there?" Jake asked, his voice sounding a little rough. 

She kind of shrugged as he turned down the block near the frat houses. "I wouldn't be surprised if he stops by. But I sold so many tickets, I don't see what he could complain about," she replied, her voice sounding a little more confident. 

"Right," Jake said, parking behind the Bronco where Bradshaw and his wife were making out on the sidewalk. "Just stay with me, okay? And if you need anything, I'll help you take care of it."

"Okay," she whispered with a smile. And Jake knew he'd punch Brian Conley directly in his face before he let him upset his girlfriend tonight. 

Bradshaw and his wife managed to separate long enough for Bradley to help Jessica down from the truck. Jake just shook his head at the other man sporting a black suit without a tie paired with a University of Chicago cap perched backwards on his head. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

"You have a little something right there," Jessica told him, pointing to his lips and cheek where his wife's red lipstick was smudged. 

"Yeah," he replied with a nod and a smirk and then did absolutely nothing to clean himself up. 

His wife was wearing a form fitting black dress reminiscent of the one she wore on New Year's Eve when Jake got severely drunk and called her Dr. Tits. But this dress wasn't low cut, and it had a pretty sheer fabric covering her up to her neck and down her arms to her wrists. 

"Hi, Jake," she said, almost like she knew what he was thinking about. "Are you going to behave tonight?"

He nodded at Jessica and said, "I've turned over a new leaf." That made the other woman smile. 

"Listen," Bradley said, adjusting his cap before he wrapped his arm around his wife. "I helped the guys put the kegs in the tubs of ice. But I gotta ask, is this like some sort of nerd frat or something?" he asked Jessica, jerking his thumb at the Kappa Pi house behind him. "They called me sir, and there are absolutely no half naked girls hanging out inside."

Both women laughed at the look of concern on his face. "I told them no personal guests. Only those with purchased tickets will be admitted. In fact, I'm going to have one of them stationed at the door scanning the tickets on everyone's phones."

"I still think it's a nerd frat," he muttered as Jessica took Jake by the hand and led him up to the front door with the other two in tow. "And I don't know how I feel about that."

Once they were inside, Jake looked around the entryway with appreciation. Victorian style wallpaper, crown molding and glossy hardwood floors. The wide stairs had a carpet runner, and it actually smelled nice. "Is this what your fraternity house was like, Bradshaw?"

"No." The other man nearly doubled over in laughter as he shook his head. "Not even close, Hangman. We would have destroyed all this shit within a week."

"I can vouch for that," his wife added as she patted him on the back.

Jessica turned and looked at him. "Were you in a fraternity, Jake?"

"No," he replied. "But I'm pleasantly surprised by this house. Might have pledged if something like this existed on my campus."

And then suddenly the four of them were no longer alone. A dozen or so guys in tuxedos made their way into the room at the same time the string quartet entered the house. People with chafing dishes came parading through, and Jessica pointed Jake toward five ping pong tables folded up against the wall. 

"Don't worry," Bradley said with a knowing smile. "We'll show you how it's done. It'll be just like New Year's Eve."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Jake replied as Jessica blew him a kiss before she got pulled into the kitchen. "Let the fundraiser commence," he mumbled.

"No," Bradley replied, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. "Let the fratraiser commence."

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Welcome to the fratraiser. What could go wrong? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Only girl

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Elizabeth have a quiet night at home

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Just fluff.

MASTERLIST

It was quiet, not oddly so. Other than the occasional flip of a book page, the calm breathing, and the quiet hum of the fridge in the other room, there was so other sound filling up the house.

It wasn’t uncommon for that silence to creep in and you were usually thankful for it. It brought you peace, it made you relax after a long day. It was a welcome moment, especially when you could stay that way. Lying down on the couch, head resting on your girlfriend’s thighs as her hand ran through your hair in a soothing motion, your nose slightly touching the curve of her hip and one hand clutching her shirt as if she could disappear at any moment. Your girlfriend was reading a book for the last hour or so, quietly turning the pages and sipping her wine every once in a while, and you just knew she was enjoying this moment as much as you were. The TV wasn’t on, there was no music playing, and even the city outside seemed to understand you two didn’t want to be bothered.

It was one of the rare nights where you didn’t have to worry about being somewhere else or going to bed early because one of you had to be up before the sun was up in the sky. It was hard to have those moments where you could enjoy each other's presence and you would like to take full advantage of that. Elizabeth had promised you she would make an effort to slow down on her workload to be home more often, but you wouldn’t hold that against her. You would just enjoy your time with her.

You loved the way her fingers played with your hair, her smell, her soft thighs under your cheek. On the nights that she had to go through her scripts for an upcoming job, she would read a few things out loud to find the right tone and you would listen carefully because you loved the passion she put into her characters. There were nights you spent talking to each other with the same enthusiasm you had when you both met, as if the world was ending and you needed to hear all about her and tell her all about you, and you loved how that didn’t change even after you hit your third anniversary. You also loved to watch her cook, to be given small tasks to help her, to see the crinkle between her brows when she grabbed her phone to look up a recipe to make sure she got it right, to see her eyes sparkling when you eat what she made and say something as lame as "I wish I could kiss the chef, this is so good".

You loved Elizabeth. In a way you didn’t know you could because there was always something amiss in your previous relationships, and then suddenly you met her and it was like going back home. Even when she was across the globe shooting, even when she would spend most of her days inside a plane for press tour, because Elizabeth would always be home when you needed her.

"My love?"

You snapped out of your thoughts, blinking your eyes open and turning your head to the side to look at Elizabeth. The other woman was holding her book with her free hand, a finger marking the page she was on, and her eyes seemed amused and just a bit preoccupied. Her other hand kept running through your hair, though, and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

"Yes?" You asked with a deep content sigh.

"You okay over there?"

You nodded and turned back to your previous position with your face pressed against her. You almost didn’t reply because you weren’t feeling like talking when you were so damn comfortable, but you knew Elizabeth was worried enough to ask you so she would like an answer.

"Yeah," you sighed again. "Why?"

"You're clutching my shirt," she pointed out, although that didn’t make you let go of the soft fabric. "And I’m pretty sure I could hear your brain working."

The last part was said with humor and you chuckled softly at that. "I was just thinking of you."

"Oh." You thought it was funny how Elizabeth sounded surprised by that fact, as if it was such a foreign concept of you to be thinking about her. "What about me?"

"Too many things about you," you replied with a smile partially hidden against her.

"Good things I hope."

"Is there anything bad in you, Elizabeth Olsen?" You joked and, before she could start arguing, you kept talking. "What are you reading?"

You had opened your eyes to watch her again and saw as Elizabeth averted her gaze to the book as if she needed to be reminded what her book was about. "It's just poetry."

"Really?" You enquired with interest. "Care to read one for me?"

"Those aren't about love," she gently admitted with a soft smile at you. "Very tragic, actually."

"Oh no," you teased, finally turning around on her lap so you were lying with your belly up. "I don't need to know more tragic stuff, I see enough on the news."

Elizabeth laughed. "That's fair."

"Do you mind if I keep using you as my pillow?" To make your point, you hooked one arm around her thigh. "You're exceptionally comfortable."

"Do you need a blanket?" She asked as a way to reply to your request.

"No, I'm pretty warm already."

You smiled at her when you pulled your sweatshirt away from your body for a second to show it to her, receiving a gigantic smile that made your heart beat just a tiny bit faster. Well, that was Elizabeth’s sweatshirt, actually, but you had basically stolen it from her since you started spending the night at each other's house. It was her NYU sweatshirt from when she was studying there. It was a bit old, but so damn comfortable that you just had to have it. You used to wash it and slip it inside her closet when you would come over so it would smell like her again, but now that you live together you just make her wear it for a day before you take it back.

Elizabeth never complained. In fact, her eyes look softer when she sees you wearing it. So you would just count as a successful heist of yours.

"I can see that," Elizabeth said with amusement.

"Go back to your book, I'm trying to rest."

She chuckled when you closed your eyes and got more comfortable in her lap, but the silence quickly fell around you again. Her hand kept caressing your head and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling sleepy. You fought against it, changing your position a couple of times, but eventually you knew it was a lost battle.

"Babe?" You grumbled.

"Yes, my love?"

You didn’t reply, though you didn’t even know what you wanted to say to start with, and your lack of words caught Elizabeth’s attention. She looked down and, after realizing you had your eyes closed and your mouth slightly parted, she moved her leg from under your head.

"Babe!" You complained, but Elizabeth chuckled softly.

"Don't sleep on me, honey," she said. "It's still early and you won’t be comfortable on the couch. Besides, our food didn’t get here yet."

"I was pretty comfortable before," you whined and pouted.

"Come on, get up," Elizabeth insisted gently.

You sighed and rolled over so you were facing the rest of the living room. You took a few more seconds before you sat down, instantly snuggling against Elizabeth’s side. She laughed but wasted no time putting her arm around you and kissing your temple.

"Someone is very cuddly today," she teased you, her voice just a whisper when she pulled away.

"I'm trying, but my girlfriend isn't making things easier," you joked. "Speaking of her, do you think she would be willing to share her wine with me?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes fondly and put her book down to reach out for her glass. She took a sip of it before handing it to you. "The one who finishes the glass has to go fill it," Elizabeth declared, clearly amused, after you drank the rest of the wine.

"You tricked me," you complained although you were already getting up from the couch to go to the kitchen.

Elizabeth stopped you though, grabbing your hand to keep you in front of her, and then she raised her chin and smiled up at you. She was clearly waiting for something and you leaned down to give her a quick peck. After that, she let go of your hand and you walked barefoot to the kitchen. The wine bottle was placed on the fridge, so you opened it and grabbed the wine to fill up the glass. You thought about pouring some in another glass, but you could share it and there was no need to get more things dirty. You moved to put the bottle back on the fridge and saw the bowl with fresh blueberries Elizabeth had bought that morning. Your food was supposed to get there any minute now, but you couldn’t ignore the sudden desire to eat the blueberries, so you took them with you on your way back.

You handed her the glass and sat down beside her again, this time grabbing the remote so you could watch something while you waited. You put a blueberry in your mouth and chewed happily before putting the bowl on Elizabeth’s lap.

"Want some?"

"Dinner is almost here, you know?" She said, albeit she also grabbed a blueberry to eat.

You smiled and shrugged. "Just a snack."

"What are you going to watch?" Elizabeth took another berry.

"Oh, I don’t know about you, but I might watch The Empire Strikes Back."

You got the reaction you were hoping for. Elizabeth groaned and threw her head back on the couch. "That's unfair! You know that’s my favorite movie! I’m trying to read over here."

"Oh, well." You shrugged, feigning innocence even though you knew Elizabeth could see right through you. "You can watch it with your girlfriend or you can go back to that book."

"That might be the easiest decision I ever made," came her reply at the same time Elizabeth put her book away and started to move on the couch to get more comfortable.

You chuckled. "I wanna cuddle, give me room."

"Yes, ma'am."

Elizabeth opened her arms so you could snuggle against her again. You quickly did so, smiling at the feeling of being surrounded by Elizabeth, then put on the movie and reached out for another berry. Elizabeth took a sip of her wine before sighing contently.

"Don't get too comfortable," you said suddenly. "You have to go down to grab our food."

"Why can't you do it? Why does it have to be me?" She sounded amused.

"Because you love me," you replied without missing a beat.

"That I do," Elizabeth agreed. "We will just do rock, paper, scissors."

"You see? That's why I love you," you declared, hit play and hugged Elizabeth tightly.

On nights like that, it was easy to think there was no one else in the world besides you two and you were fine with that.

[twstfanblog]

*~12 Days of Confusion~*

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Im so happy I managed to get this done in time for Christmas. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays~!

Word Count: 9.3K (Hot damn)

Crewel looked across the table, staring at his newly legal daughter (A part of him preening in happiness at being able to proudly claim such a fact). They and Grim had spent the first week of the winter break in his home picking out Yuu’s room in his home and making plans to decorate it to their liking. Something that would make the space all the more welcoming when they came home with him officially for their second try at a summer break. 

What had been framed as a lovely new family moment was stopped when Yuu remarked the room would be a lovely early Christmas gift. Crewel simply asked what Christmas was. Yuu stopped short, staring at him with a blank expression before dropping his book of fabric samples. They stated they needed to do something, their phone being pulled out and typed on at a frightening speed.

Now his child had spent the last few days pouring over various party rental services and odd emails with animal supply chains.

He sighs, sipping his coffee and looking from the corner of his eye to Grim, the dire beast having joined Yuu in whatever elaborate prank they were scheming up with an almost laser focus. He was even practicing a summoning spell of all things. 

Crewel places his mug down, “Puppy. I know you're focused on surprising your friends by visiting them. But you still…haven’t told me what Christmas is.”

Yuu doesn't look up from writing in their mini planner, “It's a holiday.”

“...” Crewel sipped loudly at his rum-laced coffee, hoping Yuu would understand he was waiting for them to continue. When they don't,  he rolls his eyes, reaching across the table and closing the planner to gain their attention, “I need more context than that, puppy.”

Crewel pulls the planner away as Yuu reached to reopen it. He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at the growling teen in front of him. Once they stopped he tapped the planner on top of their head, “Speak.”

Yuu rolled their eyes, leaning against their open palm and waved their other hand around as they explained, “In my world it's a Pagan winter holiday that was commercialized by Western society in the 1950s or something for reasons I didn’t care to learn out. Just know, I’m doing a funny, Kalim agreed to pay for the stuff-”

“About that. Stop taking money from the Asim boy. At this point, I can only call it bullying how much you’ve managed to get from him.” Crewel mentally marked down ‘Pagan’ as something for Trein to ask Yuu about later, the two history buffs can spend a few hours chatting about it so he can get nice and New Year's drunk.

“I’m not taking money from Kalim…I’m asking for it and he’s simply giving me what I ask for.”

Crewel huffs, rolling his eyes so hard his head moved in the motion before he trained his eyes back onto Yuu, “Same thing, puppy…”

“Anyway.” Yuu reaches over, snatching the planner from Crewel’s hands and opening the book. They slap it to the table, smiling as they gestured for Crewel to read it over, “I’m going to be in and out of the house delivering Christmas cheer to my lovely friends over the next few weeks, whether they like it or not.”

He looked over the blocked-out days, twelve was a strange build-up time. He assumed he didn't know how to celebrate Christmas and the dates were important for reasons he didn't understand. But, looking closer at what was written, he sighed and stood. Walking to his kitchen liquor cabinet he mused in his head. He loved his child, he truly did. But, he would never understand why they couldn't spend one holiday without causing a chaotic scramble.

☆~12th Day~☆

Malleus was not rushing. He'd deal with his grandmother scolding him for running through the halls at a later time, a later time when his lovely child of man wasn't waiting for his presence. Later, he would wonder why he didn't just teleport to the heavily guarded mirror chamber in his family's castle, but for now he could only smile seeing his lover waiting patiently for him.

He barely slows his strides, only coming to a stop as he scoops Yuu into his arms, holding them close and spinning them both in his embrace. He pulls away from their neck to press a kiss to their lips. Only when Lilia coughs does he realize how long he's been kissing them.

As they pull away, Yuu takes a deep breath, face red from lack of air and the intensity, “Hey, Peligroso…missed you too, babes.” They laugh, pressing one last kiss to the purring dragon's face before they pulled away, waving to the three retainers standing just off to the side, “Hi guys!”

The rest of the Diasomnia crew waved with pleasant smiles, each in various tiers of noble-looking winter wear to protect from the large open archways of the mirror chamber. Well, everyone was waving except Sebek. But Yuu would give the crocodile half-fae a pass. The poor guy was clearly shaking so hard he almost seemed to be vibrating in the cold, arms locked tight to his body to keep some form of warmth.

Yuu snickered, looking away as Sebek's face soured, knowing they were laughing at his shivering, “Ok, let me do this fast so Sebek doesn't freeze and die.”

“HUMAN, YOU'RE TRULY SLOW IF YOU THINK THIS WOULD BE ENOUGH TO-”

Yuu had already started to push away from Malleus's hold before Sebek even opened his mouth, alerting the dragon fae they were trying to leave his embrace. While he pouted, he still put them down as they wished. Yuu pulled a pitch pipe from their jacket pocket, blowing on it sharply enough that the note made everyone in the area jump.

Smiling, Yuu snapped their fingers to the mirror, a dozen of green and black suit-dressed men marching from behind it in perfect lines of six. They didn't let their friends have a moment to question, breaking into a song accompanied by the drummers playing in an unfamiliar pattern, “On the 12th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...” They spread their arms wide, gesturing to the lines of drummers beside them, “Twelve drummers drumming~...”

…

Yuu smiled, dropping their arms as the drummers continued in their beat, “So anyway, I'm gonna go greet Granny Draconia. Enjoy your gift Malleus, you get them for the rest of the day!” They shouted over their shoulder, walking deeper into the castle without them.

Malleus looked after them in confusion. While the song and the gift were delightful in their own right he was…confused. What is Christmas? Why drummers? Why twelve of them?

Lilia speaks from beside him, his whisper somehow heard over Sebek's yelling for the musicians to stop, “Malleus, were you supposed to gift Yuu something in return?”

…

By the Seven, was he!?

Panic flickered over his expression as his thoughts raced. Oh Lords, was he meant to also give a gift of 12 drummers? Did he need to gift more drummers? Other musicians? What was Christmas!?

Malleus rushed after the now sprinting figure of his beloved, “Yuu! Yuu! Come back, we must speak about this gift!” He knew he'd easily catch them, the real battle was getting them to talk.

☆~11th Day~☆

Azul was happy to be home, he truly was. What he wasn’t happy about was acting as an extra eight hands for one of his mother’s smaller, more family-focused restaurant locations as a waiter. Why he couldn’t be in the back and cooking was beyond him. His mother had stated she wanted everyone to see just how handsome her son had become. Something that continued to mortify him as she pulled him front and center to her friends and their children.

The newly crafted Bubble Swimways were nice, finally allowing abroad students safety from the harsh winter currents and the ability to return home for break. Jade and Floyd were more than ecstatic to be able to spend the winter holiday with their family again. Azul was as well, of course…But hearing the two eels cackling behind their hands at his misery from their booth, Azul wished he had the school given power to teach them a lesson…

His stormy mood only grows worse at hearing the sea glass chime of the door opening, knowing it was potentially either an old schoolmate or one of his mother’s friends. He turns only to freeze, a genuine smile growing on his face once he fully recognizes the person in front of him, “Yuu-”

“SHRIMPY~!” Floyd had swam so fast he was only a blur, quickly wrapping around the small technicolor body of a Shrimpmer Yuu. The eel giggled, nuzzling into Yuu’s face before pushing away to look at them clearly, “Ah~, You really are a shrimpy!”

Jade swam over, smiling as he reached out to tug playfully on one of the teal antennae sprouting from their head, “A rather dangerous shrimp at that.”

Azul had to admit, Yuu was a very dangerous shrimp as a mer; A Mantis Shrimp. He cleared his throat and moved his body closer to the mini-reunion, “I believe I saw them first you two…”

Floyd rolled his eyes, a scoff turning into a hiccuping laugh as he swam away, Jade not far after him as he placed a hand to his chest, “Our apologies, Azul. Please, enjoy your shrimp.”

Yuu swims forward, spinning to show off their form and posing, “So~? Am I good looking or would I need to come with a side of fries for you to order me off the menu?”

“Hm…” one of Azul’s tentacles reaches out, wrapping around their tail and flipping them upside down before placing them back, “I would ask what grading system they're using; you're rather small. Not to mention how much you cost. Good shrimp aside, if the price is high I would expect decent fries as a side dish at least.”

“WOW.”

“But! If it were you, I'd order every time.” Azul couldn't bring himself to care that they were in public, pulling them close to press a kiss to their shoulder. His lips trailing up their neck as they giggle before he kisses them properly for a few moments. Pulling away, he keeps his arms and a few tentacles wrapped around them, “What brings you here, my pearl? I'm not upset about the visit, but you didn't even call.”

Yuu holds up a finger, gesturing behind them to a group outside of the restaurant. Azul made note of eleven mer swimming in, each with a flute or recorder in hand. He watches in confusion as Yuu pulls a pitch pipe from their cleavage, flinching a bit as they blow into it so close to his face.

“On the 11th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...” Yuu leaned back from Azul’s arms, gesturing to the musicians playing in time with the strange melody Yuu was singing in, “Eleven pipers piping~...”

…

Azul looked at Yuu's smiling face, confusion clear in his expression, “What?”

Yuu kissed Azul's face, waving over the twins to pull them away, “Just think of them as free entertainment for the day. A gift from me to you~.”

“Yuu, what is Christmas and why did you rent me the most unbalanced ensemble?”

He tried to hold onto them, he really did. But the Tweels were faster than him, tugging Yuu clean from his suckers and all laughing as they swam around the area away from him and his questions.

“I-GET BACK HERE!?”

☆~10th Day~☆

The Isle of Woe wasn't an actual place to vacation, but thanks to his sisters wearing their parents down, Cater was free to spend winter break with his boyfriend. Cater worked equally as hard to convince Idia to help him make his idea a reality. Their moms would get along amazingly! Their dads could work in silence away from everyone else and claim they were bonding when asked later. His sisters would be all over Ortho, he was adorable and so high-energy!

And, as he expected, once the Diamond family crew was welcomed to a secured STYX-sponsored rental home, their families molded together perfectly.

Idia sighed, typing at his desk with lightning speed, “I admit…this team match is killer. I honestly couldn't have thought of it even with a guide.” He looks over his shoulder, smiling as he watches Cater on his bed taking selfies.

The redhead smiles, winking at his phone before looking over to Idia, “Told ya babes. Cay-Cay knows how to match people up! Plus…” He pulls his phone closer, doing minor editing on his photos before opening his Magicam, “We get left alone from our families for a few hours per day.”

“That is nice…I do miss hanging out with Ortho…But your sisters are…really loud though…”

“Tell me about it…” Cater taps at his phone with a focused expression before he raises an eyebrow to his boyfriend, “Ok, seriously. I know you joked about having the fastest Wi-Fi in Twisted Wonderland, but is it so fast it's putting my tags in before I even type them?”

Idia snickered, turning back to type, “Nah. That was a joke…the AI text bot though…”

“The what now?”

Idia’s computer makes a ping, a simplified animated version of Ortho jumps around excitedly. The large icon of a video icon shaking in a speech bubble attached to the chibi.  Accepting the video call, Ortho waved gleefully on the screen.

“ Nii-San! Come outside and bring Cater-San, we have a guest!” Just as fast as Idia had answered, Ortho ended the call.

Cater rolled off the bed, stretching his limbs with a groan, “Well, let's go see them. They came all this way to visit after all.”

“Cater, I don't have friends who actually know my name and your family signed NDAs to not tell anyone about this place. I have no idea who came to visit.”

“Aw…You know who came to visit…” Cater smiles, shaking his head as the horror slowly overcomes his boyfriend's face. He grabbed onto Idia’s hand, tugging the mumbling taller boy out of his chair and toward the door, “Come on.”

Walking into the ‘Commons Area’, Idia and Cater watched in amazement as a group of men were jumping around and performing parkour on the surrounding ledges and stray floating platforms. Each were in what appeared to be STYX-issued jumpsuits and wearing high-tech-looking boots. Idia racked his brain, finding the boots' design familiar as Cater took his phone out to record.

“O.M.S! This is so cool! I have to get this for my Cam~!” 

The single blow of a pitch pipe brought the room to order. Yuu, who was just to the side of them now with Ortho in tow, smiling at their confused faces. Sharing a glance with their robotic friend, they started to sing together.

“On the 10th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...” Yuu and Ortho gesture to the performers, the men jumping in a practiced manner, “Ten lords a leaping~!”

Cater ooed and awed, holding his phone in one hand to snap his other in place of clapping, “So cool! Did you get these guys as an early New Year's present?”

Idia looked at the leaping men, watching them double jump using the boots, “What is Christmas…? And why are you here?”

Ortho floated closer, smiling and clasping his hands together, “Yuu called me saying she wanted to give us a gift! They explained their idea and I used one of your scrapped invention ideas, Nii-san! I just fixed a few things and here we are. Isn't it cool?”

Cater laughed, moving his phone to catch as many of the ‘leaping lords’ on video, “Totes cool! Do you think I can get a pair of those boots, Ortho?”

“Sure!”

Idia looked at Yuu, feeling unease at their smile, “...How did you get here?”

Yuu smiles back, whispering under her breath so that Cater and Ortho couldn't hear her over their gushing, “I'll never tell…”

☆~9th Day~☆

Harveston was always beautiful in the winter. Busy. But beautiful. Epel sighed out, reaching to a tree and twisting an apple from the branch. Taking a bite from the treat, reaching up with his free hand to pick another apple for his basket.

He had been sent out by his mother to gather a number of apples for a batch of emergency jam. A gift idea for the gift-giving party Yuu had invited them to. Kinda short notice if Epel was concerned, he only had a week to find a bunch of presents for their massive group of friends/acquaintances and their younger siblings. Who even has a party on the 24th of all days?

The peace was broken, hearing his mother calling for him all the way back at the house. He wasn't taking that long to pick apples was he? In brief panic, he managed to grab a few more before dismounting his ladder and rushing back. But to his surprise, he found his whole family outside, a familiar black-furred dot among them being hugged and fussed over.

Epel smiled, picking up speed, “Yuu!” He shoved the basket into his cousin's arms just in time to slam into a hug with the magicless mage. Both of them laughing as they tried to overpower and swing the other off their feet. 

He only pulled away as his father jokingly stated they were going to hurt themselves if they didn't stop. Epel kept his hands gripped to Yuu's shoulders, “What're ya doin’ hur? Ah thought Ah'd see ya on the 24th, not at mah house!”

Yuu giggled, always loving Epel's accent in its natural state, “I come with a gift, my country friend.” They gesture behind them, Epel finally taking notice of the nine elegantly, but still warmly, dressed women.

“...” Epel leans forward, whispering to Yuu, “Ya know ah like boys, right?”

The prefect didn't answer, pulling out a pitch pipe from seemingly nowhere and blowing into it, calling the woman to attention. Yuu takes the position to construct them, keeping them in tempo as they sang.

“On the 9th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~. Nine ladies dancing~.” 

…

Yuu and the ladies do a bow, prompting Epel's family to clap and cheer for the mini-performance. Epel's aunt had walked up to one of the dancers, commenting on the quality of their skirt covers.

Epel walks to Yuu, raising an eyebrow and whispering under his breath, “Why did ya bring a buncha ladies as a gift? What am ah suppose’ ta do with a buncha ladies?”

“I don't know, Epel.” Yuu spoke in their normal tone, not trying to hide their conversation and calling attention from the others, “Maybe one of them will teach you how to fucking respect women.”

One of the older dancers raises her hand, smiling as Epel's cousin plays with the pom-poms attached to her hair, “I can do that!” She nods at Marja, beaming at the older woman, “I have three boys at home.”

“OH! That's a handful!” Marja laughs, gesturing to the town hall, “Let's get you ladies inta the hall. We can get the neighbors all together and teach ya gals some Harveston dances!”

Epel watched in confusion as his family, Yuu, and the dancers all made their way to the town hall. Leaving him in confusion as questions started to arise in his head.

“...Wait a minute…Yuu! What's this Christmas thing!?” Seeing how no one had even turned around at his yell, he started to run after them with a scowl on his face, “...Yuu!?”

☆~8th Day~☆

The Sunset Savana never got snow. Except that one year, but that was later exposed as a political attack. So, sometimes Ruggie forgot about the holiday season. The weather was the same as always, food was his main concern as always. If it wasn't for the yearly banquet his village took part in at one of the bigger settlements, he'd really treat the new year as another day.

But, since going to Night Raven, he's made it his personal mission to bring in a big haul of treats for all of the village kids at every break. Though he's lost the magic of the ‘winter season’, doesn't mean the little rugrats he took care of needed to lose it.

So he was a whole new shade of surprised when he walked out of his humble home to a large crowd. Pushing through his neighbors, he blinked in confusion at the eight finely dressed women milking eight massive cows. Looking over, he stared as a number of kids took turns gently petting at a herd of baby cows in a makeshift petting zoo.

“...” He looked to one of the people beside him, “What-”

“Ruginald!”

The name made it easy to tell who was there. He smiled, opening his arms and accepting the hug from Yuu, “What are you doing here? Don't tell me I'm late for your party. You said the 24th.”

Yuu pulled away from the hug, “Oh, it is. This is just a fun thing I'm doing leading up to it.”

“The last time you did a ‘fun thing’ like a third of the school got food poisoning.”

The violent shushing Yuu did was plenty to make Ruggie shut his mouth. He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms in amusement as he watched Yuu pull out a pitch pipe. His ears pressed against his head just lightly at the tune.

“On the 8th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...”

Yuu gestured to the eight women in a line. The group of them managing to squeeze milk into their buckets in time with Yuu's song.

“Eight maids a milking~!” They looped their arm around his shoulders, whispering as they both watched the women pass around the buckets of milk to people asking for them, “This isn't a hand out. I just thought you'd appreciate the free milk for everybody more than anyone else would…”

Ruggie watched the kids petting the calves and hounding their parents for a sip of the fresh milk, smiling as they got scolded but promised a glass once they had safely pasteurized it, “Yeah…Yeah, I do. Thanks.”

The wholesome vibe hadn't ended once Yuu had gone home later that night, a fresh donut bitten between their teeth. His grandmother had made batch after batch of donuts for everyone to enjoy along with their fresh glasses of milk. A kid had sleepily tugged on Ruggie’s shirt, a mug of warm milk in his hands as he quietly asked him what Christmas was. Only when he tried to reply did Ruggie realize Yuu never fucking told him what a Christmas was…

☆~7th Day~☆

Vil wasn't happy with Yuu's surprise party invitation. He already had a strict schedule to keep during his break and it was hell trying to plan a free day. But, curse him if he ever missed an event his Onion was excited to host, even if it was just to critique it. However, when they called and stated they also had a surprise gift to bring him, he had simply dropped the location of the condo his and Rook's family had chosen to vacation in. Mild weather, warm yet not hot and lushed rolling hills surrounding them.

Rook's siblings were odd to him, though just as endearing as his boyfriend. Somehow refined, yet Vil could see that same feral energy Rook had in all of their eyes. His eldest brother, Bishop, somehow being an even more flirty version of his brother. The early 20's man had kept a constantly filled glass of wine since breakfast that morning, taking turns waxing poetic about the most asinine things with Rook.

Vil would take sitting with the two poets over the younger siblings and their pocket knives or his father, Rook's parents, and Rook's eldest sister bemoaning their youth good-naturedly.

He only noticed a lull in Rook and Bishop's conversation as they both turned to the open balcony doors. Vil followed them as they both stood to look over the railing.

The view made Vil almost choke, nearly falling off the railing as he leaned over to yell, “What are you doing!?”

Yuu stood at the edge of the small pond in the front yard of the property, smiling and waving as seven swans were seen swimming, “Hi~!”

Rook waves back, beaming down to the freshman, “Bonjour, mon vieille amor!”

Bishop sipped from his glass, “Ah~. Such a cute little sister you have, Vil.”

“They're not- Yuu! Get away from those swans, I've warned you that they're dangerous heathens!”

Yuu simply held up a finger, pulling out a pitch pipe to blow a single note before they started to sing, “On the 7th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me-Ah!” They quickly sidestepped a swan moving to bite at their leg. Grumbling as they gently nudged the large bird back into the water to swim with the others. Once the aggressive fowl was back to swimming peacefully, they turned back to the balcony, smiling and gesturing to the pond, “Seven swans a swimming~!”

…

Both Rook and Bishop start to clap, the two bold gold blondes cheering for the small performance as Yuu playfully bowed. 

Vil groaned, clicking his tongue and tapping his nails on the railing harshly, “That was poor grammar. Now get up here!”

Yuu rolled her eyes, moving quickly as another swan swam out of the pond to try to bite them again, “Just because you had a traumatic experience with a swan doesn't make them evil!”

“I told you that in confidence! And, while it doesn't make them evil, it makes you a dimwit for not heeding my warnings!”

With a comical gasp, Yuu raised their voice louder as they entered the condo, “Mr. Shoenheit! Vil's being mean to me!”

From deeper in the house, his father's voice came from around the corner, “Vil, be nice to Yuu!”

“...” Vil turned to Rook and Bishop, expression in a state of stunned, “I'm an only child. I'm an only child.”

Bishop giggled, sharing a look with Rook as he raised his glass to his smiling lips, “Are you sure?”

☆~6th Day~☆

Riddle sipped at his tea, smiling as a new plate of cookies was placed on the table. “Thank you for allowing me in your home Ms. Trappola. It's very lovely.”

Helen Trappola smiled, waving off Riddle's comments, “Oh, it's no trouble! I'm just glad this one actually has friends.”

“Mom.” Ace huffed, pouting as his mother roughly messed up his hair.

Trey grabbed one of the cookies, smiling at Ace’s frown, “I'm more glad that you actually managed to get Ms. Rosehearts to agree Riddle could come…”

She just waved again, though her smile turned into a copy of Ace’s own mischievous grin, “Don't worry about it. Mama Trappola isn't the top cosmetic saleswoman of Fairest Wares without having exceptional persuasion skills.”

Ace mutters under his breath for her to not call herself ‘Mama Trappola’. 

Riddle gave him a disapproving glance from the corner of his eyes. Sipping at the tea while grabbing a few cookies for his own plate, “Yes. Not only did you convince my mother to let me out of the house for a few hours, you also talked her into buying $400 lipstick…”

Helen smiles, winking as she snaps her fingers to shoot the small redhead finger guns, “And she's gonna look amazing in it.”

“Mom, can you leave?”

She responded with a swift slap to the back of Ace’s head, “Ok! You kids have a fun time! Just yell if you need more snacks!” She walked out from the living room, walking back up the stairs to give them privacy. 

Huffing, Ace sipped his tea, “So annoying.”

Deuce clicked his tongue, stopping abruptly from drinking his tea and glaring at Ace, “Your mom is really nice, show some respect.”

Riddle and Trey spoke up in unison, “Indeed.”

Ace rolled his eyes, grabbing a cookie to gnaw on it in annoyance, “When is Yuu showing up? I'm sick of you guys ganging up on me.”

At the mention of Yuu, Riddle raised his head, “Oh! Ace, do you have cocoa? Yuu isn't fond of tea so they might appreciate a second beverage option.”

He nudged his head to the hall leading deeper into the house, “Yeah. The container should be on the counter already.”

Riddle stood to prepare the drink, raising an eyebrow as Trey followed him to the kitchen, “I think I can manage to make a pot of hot chocolate alone, Trey…”

“I'm just…supporting.” Trey smiled at the scolding glare Riddle shot at him, only to laugh when the short redhead didn't stop him from following.

While Trey and Riddle were busy in the kitchen, Ace and Deuce perked up at the knock on the door. Ace stands, smiling as he opened the door only to have it drop at what he saw.

Yuu stood smiling, six unknown adults behind them each with a small goose in their arms. The people walked in, brushing past Ace’s confused rambling and placing the geese in various locations before leaving. Yuu closed the door behind them, pulling out a pitch pipe and blowing.

Ace glared, gesturing to his living room now populated by a family of geese, “Don't you sing a little fucking song! Explain yourself!”

“On the 6th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~!”

Deuce cautiously reached a hand toward a goose beside him, pulling his hand away as it tried to nip at his fingers, “Christmas?”

“Six geese a laying~.”

…

Ace looked at the geese, eyes wide seeing a number of them resting on his mom's favorite couch, “Laying?”

Deuce called out to the kitchen hoping Riddle and Trey could hear him, “Rosehearts-Senpai!? Is there a Queen's Rule about geese!?”

There was a beat of silence before Riddle's voice called back, “Well, rule 365 does state that a rogue floating goose may stay in the home for the night but only during the winter and only if the teapot has been stirred counterclockwise. If that answers your question.”

“...” Deuce took the time to grab the teapot, spinning it a few times counterclockwise before speaking again, “I guess…but what do we do with them now!?”

“...Do with whom?

“The geese!?”

“...” There was a heavy clatter, as though something was dropped and barely caught in time, “There are actual geese inside!?”

Yuu grabbed a cookie from the plate at the table, smiling as Ace yelled from the couch.

“OW! One of these fuckers just bit me!”

☆~5th Day~☆

The past week had been concerning for Jamil. Azul and Malleus had sent him numerous messages and calls asking if he knew what Yuu was doing. The magicless mage visiting them and bringing strange gifts with no explanation. Malleus was particularly worried, unknowing if he was supposed to give them a certain gift in return. He had spoken to Yuu about it, only for them to instantly try to gaslight him into thinking they did no such thing. Like there weren't numerous eyewitnesses to back up such claims… So he just assumed they were finding ways to entertain themselves over the break (since they weren't being held captive this winter…).

So when Yuu came to visit him, luckily with no ensemble of musicians, he chose to not bring up the odd events. After bringing a tray to his room, sharing the drinks and snacks with his date-mate, they moved to the bed.

Though Yuu joked about it, Jamil was not going to do any kind of sexual act with them in his home while his entire family plus a ⅓ of Kalim's younger siblings were on the grounds. So instead they cuddled, holding each other in the warm sun from his window and almost drifting into sleep. Jamil breathed out, fully relaxed as he gently rubbed his thumb against Yuu's bicep.

“Oh…I almost forgot I have something for you…” Yuu reaches behind them, a hand digging into their back pocket and pulling something out. They grab his hand, placing a collection of something small and cool into his palm. 

Jamil opens his eyes to look at what Yuu gifted him, eyes widening as he fully registers what it was. In his hands were five stunningly gold rings, each with artful designs carved in the metal, gemstones embedded on a few of them. They seemed to almost glow in his hands just from how shiny they were.

“I…Yuu-”

In his confusion, Yuu had also pulled out a pitch pipe, blowing into it but not lifting their head from Jamil’s chest as they sang, “On the 5th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...”

Jamil sat up so fast that he would have nearly launched Yuu clean off his bed if he didn't have an arm still locked around them. In the pause of Yuu's song, his sister and a number of the Asim children she was babysitting all sprang out of hiding spaces in his room. All of them yelling as loudly as they could, Jamil just barely made out Yuu's sleepy singing.

“Five. Golden. Rings~...!”

Once the song ended there was silence, everyone going back into their hiding spots. Jamil sat in his bed stunned with the rings still in his palms, “I…Where'd you-hold on. Get out of my room!?”

Jamil glares, watching as Najma exits his closet with a few of Kalim's siblings, more of the preteens giggling as they crawl out of other hiding spots.

Yuu called out, raising a hand to wave after Najma, “Thanks for the assist girlie~.”

Najma waved back, making sure she had all of her charges before closing the door slowly, “My brother doesn’t deserve you, bestie~.”

Jamil growled out, pointing at his sister in a threatening manner, “Get out.” He scoffed as Najma flipped him off before closing the door finally. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Yuu still resting contently on his chest, “Yuu, what the fuck was that? Where did you get these rings?”

“What rings?”

“The rings in my hand, Yuu.”

“Wow, Jamil, those are beautiful. Where did you get them?”

“If I didn’t love you, I would throw you into traffic…”

☆~4th Day~☆

Home was a sensitive subject to Leona. He had spent so much time at Night Raven over the past few years that it had become his own lesser version of home. Not really in the reality of the situation, but it was good enough at the time. But, after his overblot, and a few months of mandated therapy during the last summer, he actually felt happy returning home for winter break.

At the very least, the Sunset Savana only had one pest who wouldn't leave him alone that he couldn’t escape. Or so he thought.

Sleeping in his room, Leona groaned at feeling a weight sitting close to him on the mattress. When they didn't leave after a few aggressive hits with his tail he opened his eyes in annoyance. That feeling only grew seeing Yuu sitting on the mattress with a smile.

“Hi~.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Cheka popped up from the bedside, eyes wide and brows furrowed in scolding as he pointed to his uncle, “Oji-Tan! That's a bad word!”

Leona scoffs, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly sat up, “What bad word? I said fudge…” He looked away from Cheka's pout, yawning loudly, “What do you two annoyances want?”

“Oji-Tan! We have a present for you! Yuu-Tan said I can help give it! Can we do it now? Please!? Please!?”

“For the love of the Seven, fine. Just stop screaming, you're two feet away from me Cheka.”

“Okay!” Cheka beamed up to Yuu, hands gripping onto the sleeve of Yuu's shirt dress as he jumped in excitement, “Yuu-Tan! I'm ready!”

Yuu giggled, grabbing Cheka and pulling him into their lap as a means to keep his energy contained, “Alright…” Pulling the pitch pipe from their pocket, they blew it carefully, keeping note of Cheka's still-developing ears.

Once the note was set, both Cheka and Yuu started to sing. Cheka louder than Yuu, only tripping up slightly at the unfamiliar word, “On the 4th day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...”

Just then the door burst open, four discontented-looking attendants entered the room with four large bird cages. Inside each was a loudly cawing blackbird, the sound making Leona's eye twitch. 

“Four calling birds-”

“Why the fuck did you bring four Ibis birds into my room?”

“Oji-Tan!”

Leona clicks his tongue, ears pressed to his head as the birds kept up their noise, “I said Fudge. Answer me, Feral.”

“It's a gift. Now you won't have to worry about oversleeping.”

“I won't have to worry about sleeping, period.”

The sound of rushing footsteps managed to echo over the cawing birds. Falena slid into the open doorway, a beaming smile on his face and a few boxes of board games in his arms, “Oh good! You're awake, Leona!”

Leona puts his head in his hands, a growl easing into a frustrated yell. He wanted to go back to Night Raven…

☆~3rd Day~☆

Kalim bounced in his seat, smiling at the large box in Yuu's hands. He was so upset when he learned they had visited earlier that week, even more so to hear he had missed a fun prank they pulled on Jamil. But now, Yuu was back in the Scalding Sands with a gift in hand for him!

Yuu bit her lip, trying to keep her laughter down, “Are you excited Kalim?”

“Yes! Please, I wanna see what the prank is!”

Yuu can't help but laugh, placing the box down and slapping Kalim's overzealous fingers away from opening it, “You're the only Night Raven boy I know who's excited to be pranked. But, ok, I'll do this fast so you don't explode.” Out comes the pitch pipe, a note blown crisp and clear before Yuu sings for the nearly vibrating Kalim.

“On the 3rd day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...” They pull the lid from the box, showing three small-sized black and white spotted chickens. Each of them with a golden and burgundy colored beret affixed to their heads, “Three French hens~!”

“Ah~! Yuu. They're so cute!” Kalim stood, instantly reaching into the box and pulling out a chicken to hold. He giggled letting the young bird peck at his finger before it calmed down, “But what makes them…what did you say? French? What makes them French?”

Yuu scoffed, folding their arms and frowning, “Kalim, do you not see their delightful little hats? Do my efforts mean nothing to you?”

“...” Kalim looked closer at the chickens trying to see what his friend meant. It took him a bit, but he yelled as he realized, “Oh right! You call Florian ‘French’. Ok, I get it. Hahaha, thank you so much, Yuu! Can I keep these little guys? I think they'd love my aviary!”

Yuu shrugs, picking up the box of chickens as Kalim was already walking to said aviary with the last bird in hand, “I mean, go for it. I'll send you the bill for the purchase.”

“Are these really Florian hens? I didn't think there was a Florian chicken…”

“They're actually some kinda Shaftland breed.”

“Oh! How fun!” Kalim didn't get the prank. He also had no idea what ‘Christmas’ was. But Yuu was his friend and wanted to spend time with him, so he didn't mind the moments of confusion that normally came with the magicless mage. Plus, they were always fun to be around!

☆~2nd Day~☆

“Silver…Silver.” Yuu gently slaps at the ivory-haired man sleeping peacefully. Groaning, Yuu tries to shake Silver awake. Their plan wasn't going to work if the second year didn't wake up.

At another slap, Silver finally opened his eyes, blinking slowly as his brain refused to fully wake up. In his half-conscious state, his eyes managed to at least focus on the blurry black form beside his bed, “...Yuu?”

Yuu pulls out their pitch pipe, blowing softly so as to not startle Silver  fully awake. They opened their mouth, poised to sing only to struggle holding in their laughter as Silver whistled in response to the note in perfect pitch.

“...” Once calmed, Yuu started to sing, “On the 2nd day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...”

Silver blinked, almost like it was a frame-by-frame animation on the slowest setting, “...I don’t feel about you…that way…I'm sorry…”

Yuu snorted, a hand moving to cover their mouth in an effort to not laugh in Silver's face. As they got themselves under control again, they pulled out two small white birds from their coat. Placing them gently in front of the sleepily bewildered-looking Silver as they finished, “Two turtle doves~...”

The blink this time was so long Yuu had actually worried Silver had fallen back asleep. But, once again, Silver opened his eyes, earning a chirp from one of the birds as it nuzzled into Silver.

“Oh…thank you…they're lovely…”

Yuu petted Silver's hair, standing from their crouched position with a small smile, “Go back to sleep, Silver.”

“...Okay…” and just like that. Silver closed his eyes, breathing out a long sigh that set him back to lightly snoring as he drifted into slumber.

Only hours later, when Lilia returned from an outing with Baul did Silver realize that Yuu had actually broken into his father's home. With two birds at that…

☆~Last Day~☆

Yuu's surprise winter seasonal party had been wonderful so far. The rented cabin was massive, with plenty of space for all twenty-two of them and the secondary group of younger children running around. Though confused, the big brothers of the group couldn't deny that Yuu was correct in insisting the kids all join in their party. A Christmas Party, whatever that was. But for the past few hours, they had all come together to bake and decorate cookies. Decorating a large evergreen tree with sparkling blubs and tinsel ropes. Not to mention they were instructed to place their gifts under said tree. Now the kids were on the floor beside the fireplace, glue and other craft objects scattered as they made their own custom ‘stockings’ to hang along the mantel.

No one wanted to question it anymore. Not since giving up on learning why Yuu had felt the need to visit them for the past two weeks to deliver their bizarre gifts. Something that Jack was surprised to hear about, seeing how he hadn't been visited by Yuu at all. Only to regret such a statement as Yuu stood in front of him with a smile.

“Jack? Can you follow me outside, into the dark woods, alone?”

“...” Jack sighed. Whatever Yuu had planned, he wasn't strong enough to really fight it. Not after being force-fed cookies that were more frosting than cookie from his overzealous siblings. He turned to Trey, whispering under his breath, “If Yuu kills me, please make sure my siblings brush their teeth before bed.”

Trey smiled good-naturedly, guiding the wolf children to his own younger siblings with practiced ease, “I'll even make sure they floss.”

“I'm not asking for a miracle, Senpai…” Jack stood up, grabbing his coat to follow Yuu into the dark snow.

Jack followed Yuu through the cold fluff, huffing and tensing up more and more the farther they walked away from the cabin's light. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, sending a message to the group chat of the other first years, ‘If I don't come back, I love you guys.’

Sebek replies first, ‘Do you honestly think that human could kill you?’

Epel sent a single heart emoji before typing out a reply, ‘Sebek. Didn't yuu bust ur kidneys in a one on one?’

‘That event doesn't pertain to this conversation.’

Jack stops short, putting his phone back into his coat jacket as Yuu stops in front of a gathering of evergreen branches. He sighed, wanting to step away as Yuu pulled out a pitch pipe with what he could only call a sinister smile, “Oh Seven, please don't sing-”

The note plays clean and quick, making Jack's ears fold down at the noise.

“On the last day from Christmas, my true love gave to me~...”

Jack mutters under his breath. “What the hell is Christmas…?”

Yuu pulls a branch away. Showing a small clearing with a singular medium-sized Pear tree, decorated just as fanciful as the evergreen in the cabin. Jack looks into the tree with a critical eye seeing something moving around. While he would love to watch Yuu get spooked by a lone squirrel, he didn't want to deal with Yuu's scream potentially causing an avalanche.

“Uh…Yuu-”

“A partridge in a pear tree~!”

Once Jack clearly sees the bird in the tree he glares at Yuu, “How did you get this tree here?”

Yuu's smile quickly falls off their face, expression showing how annoyed they were, “Jack, you are being so fucking ungrateful.”

“No, tell me how you got this tree up here. Who helped you with this prank? It wasn't funny.”

“Ungrateful. I did this specifically for you. You like pears!”

“That bird looks terrified. What did you do to it?”

☆○~○☆

The walk back to the cabin was full of bickering, Jack holding the shivering Quail in his arms as he scolded Yuu for having the bird out in the cold. Once they both entered the cabin, Yuu slammed the door shut behind them and they shouted out.

“Leona! Get ya boy, he's being ungrateful!”

Leona didn't move from drinking a bottle of amber liquid. Seemingly trying to get drunk to block out the sound of the children squealing in delight. Ruggie however looked over, the snicker stopping as he looked at what was in Jack's arms.

“...Is that a quail?”

The bottle left his mouth before he could fully tip it upright, Leona looked to Jack as liquor dribbled down his chin, “They gave away another fucking bird?”

“OJI-TAN.”

“Fudging bird.”

Ruggie snickered, the yelling finally bringing the attention of everyone else to the new addition. But Ruggie was laughing at the indication that Leona had also been gifted a bird, “Another bird? You got some fowl gifts there, your Highness?”

Jack huffs, letting an excited Kalim run up and gather the bird out of his arms. The merchant heir quickly showing it to his younger siblings and Lilia as Jack grumbled, “I also own a pear tree in the middle of the mountains now. Don't know how they even got it up here…”

Vil groans from his seat, fingers rubbing at his temples and seamlessly taking the glass of water Rook hands him, “Yuu, enough of your games. What is this Christmas nonsense you've been going on about?”

Yuu pours a glass of sparkling grape juice for themselves, deciding to finally spill the holiday beans, “It's a really popular winter holiday in my world. Once I realized you guys didn't have Christmas here I just wanted to recreate one of my favorite songs. The Twelve Days of Christmas.”

Jamil mutters under his breath, mildly horrified at the idea of a 12-day long holiday as festive as the party was, “Oh Seven, please no…” Please don’t give Kalim any ideas.

Malleus speaks up, concern on his face as he wonders if he was supposed to be celebrating the past eleven days, “Was I supposed to gift you back an ensemble by the 12th day? You stated in your melody that a ‘True Love’ is the one gifting such things, this won't affect our agreement will it?”

Azul perks up, almost panicking at the idea that if he failed to give Yuu a proper ‘True Love’ Christmas present they'd break up with him.

Yuu giggles, waving a hand as a show for their lovers to calm themselves, “It's just a song, no wordplay magicks involved. And even if there were, I wouldn't let you guys go that easily.”

Ace clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at the brief romantic declaration, “Whatever. The gift kinda sucks though, prefect. Who wants geese of all things?”

Leona freezes mid-drink, raising an eyebrow at Ace, “Geese?”

“Mon Roi and I received a delightful flock of swans!”

“Oh! Yuu got me three hens with cute little hats!”

Epel frowns, turning to face Yuu with a glare, “Why'd you gift me a bunch of LADIES!?”

Yuu held their hands out, calling to calm everyone slowly descending into a shouting match over what the actual ‘Gift’ was, “Ok…we're gonna do the last verse of the song and you all get to hear the wonderful gifts this dude gave to this poor woman over the course of twelve days.” They pulled out their trusty pitch pipe, smiling as they raised their finger to conduct, “When I point, sing what I sung when you got your gift.”

~ 🎶

“On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me~...”

“...Twelve drummers drumming?” Malleus sang in mild confusion, Sebek almost yelling the phrase as support for Malleus's soft tone. Lilia giggled out the tune, eager to hear the full gift list.

Azul frowned but easily mimicked the melody from before with the twins joining him in glee, “Eleven pipers piping.”

Cater and Ortho joyfully sung their part, Idia between them mumbling out the tune, “Ten lords a leaping!”

Epel flinched, not expecting to be pointed to already, “Nine ladies dancin’?”

“Eight maids a milking?” Ruggie let out a nervous laugh, was the tempo getting faster?

“Seven swans a swimming.” Vil crossed his arms, glaring and saying ‘a swimming’ with a bite as Rook sung it with a grin.

“Six geese a layin’!” The remaining Heartslabyul four all sang out in unison. Riddle taking what little time he had to get the phrasing and melody from Deuce and Ace and give a neat performance.

Jamil sat with his arms crossed, refusing to participate, but was instead dogpiled by a number of Kalim's siblings. Most being the ones who helped Yuu with their prank on him almost a week ago.

“FIVE! GOLDEN! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!”

“By the seven- Four calling birds- oh my fuc-” Leona and nearly everyone else too close to the pile-up of children had either covered their ears or leaned away from just how loudly they had ‘sung’.

Kalim laughed, clapping in time with the beat of the foreign song, “Three French hens!” 

Silver sat in mild confusion, eyes widening as he remembered, “Two turtle doves…”

Yuu points to Jack, smiling as they teasingly sang out, “And~...”

“...” Jack sighed, ears flicking in annoyance before clicking this tongue and singing through his teeth, “A partridge in a pear tree…”

Yuu cheers, “Yes! I never thought I'd miss hearing Christmas music…” They clap, smiling at their friends' confused faces, “That was perfect! Grim, show the nice people the treats they've won.”

Grim perked up, leaping out of the arms of one of the children, dancing on his toes briefly in a happy jig. “Finally! Watch and be amazed by the Great Grim!” He sucks in a large breath, cheeks puffing up before he lets out a massive ball of fire into the air. The blue flames twist and turn, swirling into a sphere before falling to the ground.

A brief shout of panic passes over the group, everyone moving to shield the children from the potential fire spread. Only to watch as the fireball disappears on contact with the floor, a massive red sack left to bounce once into the air. On the second impact, the top burst open as the weight of it shook the cabin, revealing treats and a plethora of toys. Grim slumps over exhausted. He had been practicing that summoning spell for weeks and it still took a lot of him.

Yuu points to the bag of treats, smiling at the awestruck children, “Those are for you guys, happy holiday.” They all leave their respective siblings' protective embraces, descending upon the bag and nearly climbing inside it to see just how many toys and treats were free for the taking.

Idia blinked, uncurling himself from around Cater as Ortho took his shield down, “Man…talk about a mega item drop…those kids hit the jackpot on holiday loot…”

As everyone calmed down, Deuce looked up from counting on his fingers, mentally figuring out just…how many people and birds in total were ‘gifted’ in the song, “Wait, you said one guy is gifting all of this…to one woman? On the same day?”

“He actually gifts them multiple times for each day. The first eleven are repeated multiple times until you get to the 12th day and then you get the whole song one last time as a gift.”

Riddle realizes why Deuce was distressed. Eyes widening at the number that appeared in his head at the final amount of ‘gifts’, “That's-that's too many birds! Too many birds and too many people, where in Twist is he getting them!?”

Idia groans, sinking into his seat in despair at the very thought of so many people, “Better question is what are you even gonna do with all those birds? Most of them just sound like weak deco items…”

Rook hums, “Well…40 pheasants sounds lovely. Especially for the winter months!”

…

Vil turned to Rook, gently taking the wine glass from his hands, ignoring the Florian laughing at his action, “Rook…there wasn't a single pheasant mentioned in that ghastly song. I think you've had enough for tonight.”

“Oh mon roi! How you care for me so! But, I fear I must correct you. A pheasant is a bird with a golden ring around its neck. I would assume the five golden rings are five pheasants.”

A moment of silence passes over the room. Yuu huffs into their glass, raising an eyebrow at Rook, “I think they're just golden rings, Rook. The song is already weirdly bird heavy as is…”

“But, they are all birds, mon vieille amor?”

…

Epel speaks up, “So…ladies dancing?”

“Cranes.”

“The drummers?” Lilia tilts his head, genuinely curious about the new information on the song.

“Woodpeckers most likely!”

Ortho perks up, eyes almost glowly in his excitement, “Oh! I just did a search. Heron is also known as a ‘leaping lord’ in some parts of the world!”

Floyd pouts, “Eh? What kinda bird is a piper then? Don't they all whistle?”

“Possibly a sandpiper…if we're going by name alone…” Azul pushed his glasses into place. The song…somehow got worse. These were far too many birds…

Leona scratches the back of his head, “Calling bird could be any bird then…”

Vil taps his chin, looking into his cup as he thought, “The song is full of poor grammar. Who's to say it was calling originally? Maybe…coying? Colly? Four coally birds makes the most sense, word-wise at least…”

Yuu frowns, putting their glass on the counter in an aggressive fashion before pointing at Rook's smiling face, “Ok, wise ass. What kinda bird is a ‘maid a milking’ then?”

Rook shrugged, “I would guess a magpie or other dairy-cultured bird.”

…

Everyone watched as Yuu grabbed the whole bottle of sparkling juice, scowling as they stomped to a lone armchair and folded their arms, “This is why we got fucking divorced…”

Cheka instantly turned his attention away from the bag of gifts he was digging around in, instead scolding his pseudo aunt, “ YUU-TAN! THAT'S A BAD WORD!”

Yuu pouted but still called to Cheka, “I'm sorry, Cheka. I'll do better, just enjoy your treats ok?”

Lilia chuckles, floating over and sitting on the back of Yuu's chair, “You said this was your favorite song. I'm guessing there are others then, would you like to share them with us?”

That was the magic switch. Yuu quickly pulled their original phone from their pocket, eyes glittering as they connected to the music system, “Yes! I can tell you guys all about the Christmas Time Curse and Mariah Carey!”

“I'm sorry, Christmas Time Curse!?”

“Is this Mariah woman the one doing the curse or somehow worse than the curse?”

[obislittleone]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 1

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: The Hunger Games reaping. Canon typical angst. Reader has a speech impediment.

Chapter Summary: Lukas Artanhour is your best friend since childhood who makes the worst decision of his life when he volunteers as tribute for the 71st annual hunger games... Luckily, he won't be going alone, and you didn't even have to volunteer.

Word Count: 2.8k

Don't be detered by the OC in this chapter, he is just someone I made up to make the hunger games more emotional of an event 🙃

The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells. 

“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”

It’s cold and windy down by the docks, with the sand getting kicked up from time to time. District Four is one of the most beautiful places in all of Panem, and it’s known, as all districts are, for its main production to the Capitol. Fish. 

The people here are wealthier than most in the districts, a close third in rank to both one and two, who reign supremely amongst the favorites. The Hunger Games have obviously played a serious part in all of that. Four being a career district meant that the Capitol goers were far more likely to invest. Careers are the favorites, no matter which district they come from. 

The reaping is today, and you don’t want to think about it. It is why you arrive at your work station an hour before you need to be there. You’ve spent years of your life down here by the docks, whether it was waiting for your father’s boat to return, or your friend to bring you the boxes that needed to be loaded onto Capitol trucks. You’re a mover, it’s your job. It doesn’t pay well, because the real money is in fishing, but you wouldn’t dare go out on a boat. 

“You’re early,” Lukas nearly spooks you, smiling after watching you jump from surprise. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s r-reaping day. I couldn’t s-sleep.”

He was used to the skip and stutter of your words, un-phasing him as you spoke each one. 

“I get it. My mom keeps hounding me about it. Every year I grow taller, stronger, she tells me I could win,” he sat down next to you in the sand, handing you a shell he found on his way here. “Another for the collection.”

“Thanks,” you took it gratefully, placing it in your pocket for safekeeping until later. You journeyed back to his previous words, what he meant by them. “Does your mother w-wish you’d gone through the career program?”

He shrugged, looking out into the sea, his mind just as full of indecent thoughts as yours. 

“I’m not sure what she wants. Ever since dad died she’s just been… different.”

“My parents have s-said, if it ever gets t-too bad, you c-can always stay with us.”

He nods, his appreciation shown through a single sideways glance. He knows he has places to go, he knows that there are others that are willing to treat him as a son should be treated, but he wants his own mother to do it. He longs for the woman she once was, and hopes if he can make her proud enough, maybe she will be that way again. 

“I’ll think about it,” he said, but he’d been saying that for the past year. 

So far, you’d learned she’d been hitting him, been yelling and screaming about how he would never measure up to his father. You never saw these interactions of course, because if you had you may have broken down for him, your friend of eleven years. In school, he was the only one who would talk to you, the only person who ever gave a damn about the girl with the stutter. He defended you when they made fun of you left and right, for nearly everything they thought was wrong with you.

“You s-shouldn’t listen to her,” you shook your head, the waves crashing on the shoreline several yards down. It was the only thing that would remain peaceful about today, when later on two children would be hauled off and expected to fight or die. “She isn’t in her r-right mind anymore.”

“I know that.” 

He agrees, he knows. He is well aware that her mind slipped maybe even before her husband died. She had been driving him to the long hours that he’d worked, and eventually made him work out on a ship during a storm. The boat sinking was just fan to the flame of her deteriorating mental state. 

He picked up a rock from the sand a few feet over, standing up and tossing it to skip over the water before it began to wash on the shore. He gave you a hand to your feet, pulling you up until you were steady. 

“Boat leaves in a few minutes, I’ll see you when we get back,” he said, turning on his heel in the sand. You nodded at him before he walked off, into the working hours of the day. You shouldn’t even be here for another hour. You know that they’ll be gone for two or more and you don’t need that long to prep the boxes. But you can’t sleep. 

-

Lukas returned to the docks with a much better mindset. The water always made him feel serene. He came to land, lugging the giant nets tied together to keep the fish from falling out. Today’s catch was good as any other, and the songs the boys sang on board nearly made him forget everything else. 

“Salmon are catching like crazy this time of year,” he muttered, meeting you halfway to help you untie the knots and start packing the boxes. “Thinking I might sneak one home if there’s extra. You probably can, too.”

“I’ll t-try. My pa could use s-something more to eat.”

He weeded through all the skimpy ones, pulling the biggest catches out first and laying them sideways in the boxes, filling the middles with ice before adding another layer. It was the same thing everyday, but he never tired of it. He was content to live the life of a district four fisherman, and he was good at it. 

“How’s his arm doing?” He asked, since you’d brought up your father. 

He’d broken it in a rigging accident about two months ago, and the slow healing process was not doing your family any favors. You’d been hungry several times, so obviously extreme measures had to be taken. You won’t think about that right now, though.

“Not any better, n-not any worse.” The fish box was nearly packed, but you paused to think for a moment. “Maybe I s-should try and catch. It pays a lot m-more, and we could use the money.”

He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you to face him. 

“You’d be scared to death. If your family needs some money, I can help out. It’s the least I can do when they offer me free lodging,” he half joked, completely serious in all aspects about the help with financial assistance. 

“Lodging that y-you’ve never taken.”

“Listen, I’m happy to help if you need me to. Especially with your brother, now,” he mentioned, making you think about the sweet little sleeping face you’d passed by on the way out of your home. Your baby brother, born not a year ago. You hated the idea of him growing up hungry, or having to start work early in his life like you did. 

“Well, t-thank you. I’ll think about it.”

He shook his head, seeing as how you quoted him from all the times your family offered him help before. 

He waved you off when you finished stacking the prepared boxes onto your slab dolly, tilting it back and beginning to push it towards the truck that pulled in not too long ago. It was a steep climb, up the ramp from the docks and onto the street, but it made you quite strong over the years. That and all the heavy lifting, becoming easier with every twenty by thirty of fish. 

Lukas would be taking off early today, as would most of the other boys of age. You would be heading home after loading this shipment as it were. You had to shower, had to clean up your hair and skin and make yourself presentable for the reaping. 

You opened the back of the truck, tossing the boxes up one at a time, before climbing into it and stacking them neatly in one of the four corners. You always managed to obtain a single splinter from every shipment loaded, but luckily today’s wasn't too bad, you could probably dig it out with a small pin. 

Later in the day, your mother gave you a solemn smile as you walked out the door, having just been readied and dressed in your best clothes. Even in a wealthier district, they still had mended holes in the bottom of your skirt. That’s the sad thing about every district. Even amongst the wealthier ones, there’s still poverty that simply cannot be helped. The Capitol's greed and thirst for luxury, needing every little thing that life has to offer at their beck and call. You can’t even imagine what it’s like in places like eight or twelve. Places where food is not the primary cultivation of the people. 

It was light green, your outfit. It had white seashells on the waist of the top, and a few along the edge of the skirt as well. They hadn’t always been there, but you insisted they should be. You didn’t really have much else of a use for all the shells you stole from the sands of the shoreline. You hated wearing the same outfit to this single event every year. You hardly wore it any other time, which made a distaste for it grow every time it came out of your closet. 

The way your mother did your hair was simple. A single french braid down the back of your head, tied off with a light green ribbon to match everything else. She watched how it fell a bit looser with every step you took, making your way across the streets and into the city’s center. It’s your last year, and having avoided every year before, you know you should feel a semblance of relief, but you don’t. 

Your mother waits for the peacekeeper behind a stand to check your name off a list before she parts with you, hugging you tightly one last time and allowing you to kiss the head of the baby on her hip. He’s primarily the reason you remain so nervous. Even if your name doesn’t get called, his could be, someday.

You line up in an open space, next to the last girl that checked in. She wasn’t in your row last year, you would have remembered her. She was pretty, with blue eyes and dark raven hair. Her skin was tanned like most in four, but had a certain glow about it. She’s too pretty to be reaped, you thought. It didn’t make a difference, though. As you stared head on to the bowl on the stage, centered in front of the girl’s side, you got tense. Your name is in there six times this year. That’s three more than last year, and five more than the year before. 

Someone could still volunteer. But the career program had not made mention of producing a female tribute this year. It all depended on the luck of today’s draw. For all you knew, your name would be surpassed by someone else. There were other poverty stricken areas in four besides yours, and it made sense that somebody else could have been hungry enough to outgo you. 

You looked around to the boy's side. Lukas was there, and further up in the rows. He must have gotten here quickly after leaving the docks. His face was sullen, and something had changed, but you were unsure of what it was. When he looked around, you almost thought he’d been looking for somebody, but his expression told a far different story. 

The last few children in the line were filing in, and the musical fanfare blasted through the speakers by the stage. You were grateful not to be so close to those this year. 

The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells. 

“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”

His rabble was boring, and nearly the same as it was last time. The anticipation was killing just about every girl and boy in this crowd, knowing there were no careers at the ready this year. It was always easier to rest at night while knowing if your name was called, another courageous youngster would step in to take your place. 

“I’m so excited to be back and reaping this year’s tributes for the 71st annual Hunger Games!” 

There was a surge of excitement coming from the sidelines, and it was only now that you looked past the blockades to see that there were actual Capitol civilians standing there this year. How nice, some onlookers for when an innocent child gets sent away to their death. Absolutely wonderful. You looked on past them, towards the victors standing close by. They seemed anxious as well, the old woman holding one fist to her mouth while the other clutched her chest. She rocked back and forth on her heels, and had to take a step every few seconds to keep from becoming too restless. The young man was stiff, his arms behind his back and every muscle in his body tense as a board. His eyeline never left the bowls on the stage. They went through this once, too.

When you refocused on the man at the microphone, your heart beat rapidly. He was approaching the boy’s side of the stage. 

After a small flourish of his hand, the Capitol rep stuck his hand into the glass, two papers in his hand before he dropped one. The dropped paper’s namesake got immensely lucky this year. 

“Harley Miggsen,” he read the paper, but before the peacekeepers had a shot at cornering the poor fourteen year old kid, with his eyes wide in horror, another voice spoke up. 

“I volunteer.” 

Your head snapped to Lukas, his hand raised high in the air. Murmurs started almost immediately about how everyone thought there weren’t any careers prepared. They spoke softly and wondered if there would be a career for the girls, too. Lukas isn’t a career, why would he do this?

“I… guess we have a volunteer,” the man at the mic clapped his hand, watching the young man getting ushered up the stairs to stand beside him on the stage. “What’s your name, son?” 

“Lukas Artanhour, sir.”

“Lukas Artanhour, everyone!” He raised his hand as to signal applause from the capitol guests, and they cheered, happy to see that there was now a potential victor as opposed to that poor boy from before. “Now for the ladies.”

You spared a glance at the victors once more, and they looked even more on edge for this pick than the last. Female victors were obviously more rare in every district, so getting a decent tribute that wouldn’t die right away was probably preferable. You couldn’t imagine all the people they’ve tried and failed to save over the years. The young man won only six years ago, but with no other victors since, that means he’s gone through twelve tributes. All dead, all gone. 

Your mind had been momentarily distracted, or at least it had been until the next name came over the loudspeakers. 

“Mercedes Blythe.” 

It almost didn’t register. 

It almost went in one ear and out the other.

It almost was paid no mind or attention…

But that is your name, and you’ve heard it said a million times since you were a baby. Not once did it ever sound like that, though. 

You stood still until you realized there were peacekeepers on their way to grab you. 

It was slow, the way you took steady steps from your row towards the stage. You couldn’t be rushed even if they tried to make you. You could only look at the ground. You didn’t want to chance looking up and seeing your mother past the blockades. God only knows what she’s thinking and feeling right now. After everything bad happens to a family, the mother of that family should not have to wonder whether her child will live or be killed in an arena. 

You finally looked up when you got to the stairs, meeting Lukas’ eyes first, and seeing they were sad and full of pity. You stood beside the Capitol rep on the other side, allowing him to raise your hands together while the tears finally welled up in your eyes. The delay in your mind was the only one to blame for that. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, district four’s tributes!”

-

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[theostrophywife]

the sweetest pie.

i might take you home with this, i might give you all of it ooh, this the ride of your life hold on 'cause baby, i might i might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie

author's note: everybody say thank you to @writingsbychlo because this fic was birthed from our "cassian is an ass man" conversation. just know that chlo and i had very feral thoughts over cas and this is what came of it. song inspiration: the sweetest pie by dua lipa.

That sundress. 

That fucking sundress. 

It would be the death of him, Cassian was convinced of that much. When he left this morning, you’d been dressed in nothing but one of his large shirts, sleeping soundly as he kissed the top of your head before he headed out to train with his brothers. But now as you stood by the veranda of your home talking to Feyre and Azriel, he felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him as he spotted you in that peach cotton dress. 

The flowing fabric hugged you in all the right places and accentuated your voluptuous curves, cinching that hourglass figure of yours. The skirt flared down your thighs and Cassian swallowed as his line of sight fell upon your ample backside. The sundress stretched taut over the curve off your ass, tempting him to lift that godsdamned dress and bend you over the railing right then and there. 

The warm summer breeze billowed through the open balcony while the sunshine kissed your skin with its golden rays. A tug on the bond snagged your attention and finally you turned, smiling at him with so much love and joy that it felt like his heart would burst at the sight.

Cassian didn’t even bother waiting for Rhysand to finish talking. In one swift stride, he crossed the balcony and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You giggled as he kissed your cheek, his stubble tickling your face. Your mate spun you around in a slow circle, admiring every inch of you with a fond smile. 

“New dress?” Cassian asked, his voice low and gruff as his gaze slithered over you. 

You nodded, smiling shyly up at him. “Do you like it, babe?”

He toyed with the thin spaghetti strap, taking in the generous view of your cleavage. The bodice pressed your breasts together and they were sitting just right. 

Cassian swallowed thickly. “You look good enough to eat, sweetheart.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “If we weren’t having this damned dinner, I’d drag you into our bedroom and feast on you instead.”

You grinned, feeling that delicious warmth spreading through your body. “Behave, Cas. There’s plenty of room for dessert afterwards.”

The next two hours were nearly tortuous. Usually, Cassian enjoyed family dinner. He always looked forward to hosting his friends in your shared home, watching with a full heart as you cooked while he served, catching up with all of your friends and enjoying the peace that had finally settled over Velaris, but right now, as you sat beside him in that dress, he could hardly restrain himself. 

As if his torment wasn’t enough, you were perfectly aware of the effect you had on him and spent the entire meal teasing him. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. When you brushed past him to get to your seat, Cassian held his breath as your ass brushed against his crotch. Then you brought in the roast chicken from the kitchen, leaning over the table at an angle that allowed him full view of your backside. Sweet and supple and begging to be squeezed.

The final straw was when you ‘accidentally’ fell into his lap after laughing too hard at something Azriel said. The grind of your ass against his hard cock almost made him come right then and there. Judging by the little smirk on your face, the action was anything but innocent. 

Cassian would make you pay for it.

The Illyrian general seized his chance as the sweet scent of apple pie filled the room. The desert was your specialty and usually Cassian’s favorite, but tonight he was hungry for something else. 

“The pie’s ready!” you announced cheerfully, much to the excitement of your friends. “Why don’t we move this party to the roof? I’ll bring the vanilla ice cream as well.”

Cassian stood, his gaze landing on you. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

You nodded at your mate, who followed you into the hallway in silence. The laughter of your friends filtered out as they made their way to the patio area atop your home, the twinkling faelights swinging in the breeze as the golden sun disappeared in the horizon. You watched them with a fond smile through the stained glass windows before ducking into the kitchen. 

As soon as you stepped through the threshold, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground. Cassian pushed you against the center island, his chest pressed to your back as you released a ragged breath. 

“What are you doing, Cas?” you stammered as your mate’s hands roamed over your waist. He gripped your hips and grinded against you, the rough material of his trousers brushing against the fabric of your dress. 

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” Cassian growled into your ear. “Do you think you’d get away with teasing me like that, sweetheart?” 

You whimpered as his fingers crawled up the back of your legs, tracing taunting circles against your skin as you clamped your thighs together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Cassian laughed, the sound low and husky. “You’re always been a filthy little liar.” 

His hands roamed further up your skirts, cupping your ass in his large hands as you bit back a moan. You looked up and found endless pools of lust staring back at you. 

Your mate’s mouth dropped open when his fingers met nothing but flesh. “No panties?” He kneaded your flesh and you melted into his touch, yelping when he squeezed your right ass cheek. 

“I must have forgotten to put them on,” you declared innocently. 

“Or,” Cassian said, spreading your cheeks wide as he teased his middle and pointer finger over your soaking core. “You knew exactly how I’d react when I saw you in this dress. I bet you were hoping that all that teasing would rile me up, make me drag you into some dark corner so I can bend you over the table and fuck you from behind.”

You swallowed thickly, unable to speak. Cassian was spot on. 

“Well that’s not going to happen, sweetheart.” He stepped away from you and you whined at the loss of contact. Cassian smirked and yanked your hips backwards. “Not before I punish you first.”

Your mate kicked your ankles apart and spread your legs. He placed your hands onto the marble countertop before taking a step back. “Bend over for me, baby girl.”

You shivered in anticipation and leaned against the counter while hinging your hips. Cassian hummed in appreciation as he hiked your dress over your waist. He massaged your ass, patting your cheek with a chuckle devoid of humor. 

“You know I’m going to have to spank you for acting up, don’t you?” 

A shock of electricity zipped through your body. You bit your lip, nodding. “Y-yes, I’ve been a bad girl. I deserve to be spanked.”

“Look at you, begging for punishment. Can’t wait to have my handprints all over your ass, huh?” Cassian taunted. “You just want your mate to absolutely ruin you, is that it?” 

The sound that came out of you was small and pathetic. You needed to feel him. Cassian tilted your chin towards him. “I want you to count,” he growled. “A spank for every time you teased me tonight.”

Without warning, Cassian’s large hand landed with a smack against your ass. You bit down the moan that threatened to escape past your lips. Gripping the marble counter with white knuckles, you peered up at your mate, who looked down at you expectantly. 

“One,” you said, enthralled by the way Cassian grinned as he kissed the base of your spine. Heat trailed across your skin from where your mate’s lips had been, but he withdrew them quickly, leaving you wanting more. 

Cassian reeled back, his dark eyes full of hunger and lust. Another smack had you lurching forward, bracing your arms against the kitchen island. 

“Two,” you said through gritted teeth. It was taking every ounce of self control within you not to turn around and touch your mate. You loved it when Cassian got like this—demanding and possessive and downright sexy. 

Cassian squeezed your hip. “Good girl,” he praised in a low, husky voice. His calloused hands roamed your body, driving you wild with his feather light touches. “If you behave, I might just fuck you.”

You turned just as his hand came down on your ass again. Releasing a shaky breath, you dared a glance at your mate. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbows and haphazardly tucked into his dark trousers, which did nothing to conceal the evidence of his arousal. A raven strand escaped from his half ponytail, framing those glorious cheekbones and skimming his full lips. His hazel eyes were warm pools of honey and his gaze felt sticky and sweet upon your skin.

Gods, your mate was fucking beautiful.

“Three,” you whispered softly, biting down on your lip. “Have I behaved well enough for you, baby?” 

Cassian’s laughter was dark and low, full of seduction. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” He spread your feet apart and bunched the fabric of your dress around your waist. You tried to peer over your shoulder, but Cassian kept you in place. “You never learn, sweetheart.”

Cassian leaned down, his fingers snaking through your hair as he tilted you towards him. His lips met yours and the kiss was charged with electricity as you yielded to your mate. You moaned as his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips, teasing and tasting before he claimed what was his. Cassian bit down on your lower lip before his hand slipped between your legs. He hissed when he found you soaking wet. 

Your mate gripped your hips and rubbed his cock against your soaking core. “A promise is a promise. It’s time for your reward.” 

The absence of his hardness made you whine, but Cassian silenced you with a look. You swallowed thickly as he littered open mouthed kisses along your back, trailing his full, supple lips from the base of your spine and grazing his teeth against your ass. His tongue flicked out just as his large hands kneaded your cheeks. You arched your back, eager to feel his mouth against your sensitive core. 

Cassian gripped your waist, pinning you in place. He licked a stripe through your folds before his tongue parted your pussy. With your cheek pressed against the cool counter, the heat of his mouth sent a shock through your body. Cassian pulled your thighs against the side of his head as he ate you out from the back, giving equal attention to your throbbing pussy and puckering hole. Every now and then your mate would lightly circle your clit and the sensation felt like electricity in your veins. 

No one knew your body like your mate. Cassian knew exactly what to do to make you keen against his mouth, pressing your backside into him as he brought you over the edge. The first time you came, you thought you saw stars. The second time, you left your body completely. 

As Cassian aimed for a third orgasm, your pussy felt overstimulated and sensitive. You were convinced that you couldn’t handle another wave of pleasure. 

“No more,” you mumbled, utterly fucked dumb by Cassian’s tongue. “I can’t take any more, Cas.” 

Cassian chuckled darkly. He tugged you by the hair, making you turn to look at him. Those warm whiskey eyes were nothing but pools of lust as he mashed your lips together. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue claimed yours. 

“You can and you will,” Cassian said in a stern tone. His fingers slipped past your folds and you released a shaky breath, your legs threatening to give out from underneath you. “Be a good girl and take it.”

The orgasm gave you an out of body experience. It felt like you were watching yourself from above, ruminating on how well Cassian fucked you. Your mate hadn’t even taken his trousers off and you already felt spent. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion.

As if he could read your mind, Cassian tilted your chin and grinned. “Is my poor baby tired?” he asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded in response as your mate smirked. “Too fucking bad. I’m gonna fuck you dumb and you’re going to love every second of it aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

A series of garbled words was the only response you could manage. You were so turned on that you could barely even think.

When you heard the sound of Cassian’s belt hitting the floor, you knew you were truly in for it. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when Cassian eased his cock inside of you. The groan he released was guttural and pure sex as he filled you to the hilt. Cassian went slow, taking his sweet time as he teased you with shallow thrusts. Your mate had promised to fuck you, but he never said he’d fuck you the way you wanted. 

You wriggled against him, desperate for more, more, more. Your hunger for Cassian was insatiable. 

The Illyrian warrior seemed to sense your neediness. You looked over your shoulder to find him smirking at you. 

“Cas, please,” you whined. 

“Please what?” Cassian asked, deliberately slowing his pace. “What is it that you want, sweetheart?”

“Fuck me properly,” you snapped impatiently. Cassian raised an amused brow and you had the sense that he was toying with you on purpose. Teaching you a lesson, as if he knew that the spanking gave you more pleasure than punishment. Unfortunately, he was right and well aware of the fact. If you wanted things to go your way, you’d have to play by his rules. “Please, baby.”

“Beg for it,” he growled. “Make it pretty, baby girl.” 

“I want you, Cassian.” the words slipped past your lips with ease. “I need you to fuck me, rough and hard. The way that only you can.” 

The more you spoke, the more Cassian’s pace picked up. “Yeah?” he asked as he rutted into you, the front of his thighs smacking against the back of yours. “You like it when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?” 

You were too dizzy with pleasure to respond. Cassian gathered your hair in one hand, sweeping it off your shoulders. “Tell me that I don’t have to hold back,” he groaned. “Tell me that you're mine to claim."

“Don’t hold back, Cas,” you echoed. “You never have to hold back with me. I can take it. I’m the only one who can. You’re my mate.” Cassian was a male unleashed. Your words urged him to thrust into you with reckless abandon. “You’re mine, Cassian. Mine and mine alone. And I'm yours. I'm yours, always."

“Fuck,” Cassian grunted. “I love it when you say things like that. You're mine. You belong to me and I belong to you. My perfect mate,” you both groaned as he hit that sweet spot within your walls. “Gods, I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too, baby,” you said with a cheeky wink. 

Cassian slammed his hips into you, burying himself deeper and deeper. Your mate pulled your hair while he mounted you, a stream of curses leaving his pretty mouth while the erotic sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the kitchen. His hand snaked underneath the front of your dress, large palm cupping your breasts while he pressed his hard chest against your back. 

Your mate was a perfectly sculpted marble statue, every ridge and line of him composed with such careful care. Wrapped in warm, golden-brown skin that felt hot against your own, Cassian’s body was a work of art. He leaned down, his long hair brushing the back of your neck as he sank his teeth into your shoulder. You moaned as he marked you, reveling in the utter possessiveness of this beautiful male. 

“Cassian,” you whimpered. “I want to feel you cum inside of me.” 

The growl he released was animalistic. Cassian’s pace quickened, pushing both of you over the edge. “You fucking kill me, sweetheart, “ he murmured, kissing underneath your jaw. “Go on then, let me fill you up baby.”

There was something about being in perfect sync with your mate. As arousal rippled down the bond, you screamed as pleasure slammed into you like an errant wave. The filth that streamed from your mate’s mouth as you clenched around him was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Cassian panted as your walls tightened, milking his cock eagerly with each pulse. 

The sensation of him filling you up was almost too much to take. You felt so sensitive, yet you reveled in feeling your mate deep inside of you. It wasn’t even just the sex. Watching Cassian unravel fascinated you. Knowing that your mate trusted you enough to completely let his guard down made your heart swell. 

You smiled as Cassian’s gaze met yours, hazel eyes soft and warm and all too welcoming. He peppered you with kisses, whispering sweet nothing against your skin as he slowly eased himself off of you. Cassian winked as you watched him pull up his trousers, not even bothering to pick up his belt from the ground where he haphazardly tossed it in the heat of the moment. 

As your legs wobbled underneath you, your mate smirked before scooping you up and placing you on the marble countertop. Your mate took great care in smoothing out your hair and rearranging your dress. Cassian toyed with the hem, his fingers tracing patterns along your thigh. 

“I think we both learned something about this dress tonight.”

You giggled as he pulled the strap back over your shoulder. “If the lesson is that it makes my ass look phenomenal, then yes. Consider me educated.”

Cassian chuckled. “You’re nothing but trouble, you know that?” 

The cheeky little wink you gave him all but confirmed the statement. “And you,” you stated, poking his nose, “made me burn my apple pie.”

Your mate only shrugged. “I was hungry for something else anyways.” Cassian gripped your hips and pulled you towards him. “And I’m ready for another serving.”

“What about our friends? I promised them dessert.”

A mischievous glimmer danced in Cassian’s eyes. “I may or may not have told Rhys that they had five minutes to fuck off before they walked in on me having a feast of my own.”

The laugh that came out of your mouth was incredulous. Now that your attention was on something else besides Cassian, you finally noticed that the house was quiet and devoid of your friend’s usual riotous laughter. 

“Kicking them out wasn’t very nice, Cas.”

The hand that had caressed the inside of your thigh suddenly inched higher, spreading your legs wide open. “I’m not nice,” he whispered into your ear roughly. “You of all people should know that, sweetheart.” 

You cocked your head, your lips curving into a seductive smile. “Oh?” you purred as you slid your hands under his sweater. “I think I might need a reminder, baby.”

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[onegianthotmess]

“I Still Have Some Tears To Shed…”

Leona x Morel - Corpse Bride AU

TW!!!: angst

Key: ♫Sam singing♫, ♫Yvette singing♫, ♫Sam and Yvette singing♫, ♫Morel singing♫

Morel couldn’t help but angrily toss her veil off to the side as she entered her bedroom, plopping onto her bed with a huff. Much like everything in the Land of the Dead, everything was old and worn with neglect and time. Her four poster bed’s draperies had small holes scattered about and were tattered at the bottom, the pillowcases had obvious mending stitches from when they were torn, the blankets were old and slightly dusty, and the rest of the furniture had chips in the paint, missing handles, small holes, and any kind of fabric was torn, tattered, or haphazardly mended.

Looking down at the dead bouquet in her one skeletal hand, she couldn’t help but feel disgust as she remembered what the florist told her the night she bought it, hours before she was murdered.

“Roses, for eternal love,” Morel angrily murmured, ripping off a dried rose head from the bundle. She then sighed as she took some dead lily petals into her hand, “Lilies, for sweetness. Baby’s breath…”

Unable to find it in herself to continue the florist’s words that remained imprinted in her memory, Morel cast the bouquet aside with an angry yet sorrowful huff. She couldn’t believe that she was “the other woman” to Leona.

He’d put the ring on Morel’s finger, not the living lioness he was “betrothed” to. Morel was Leona’s wife, not her. That woman had no right to not be the other woman when she wasn’t even Leona’s wife!

So why was Morel the other woman? Why did Leona say he’d never marry her when his ring was on her finger?

“Why so blue, Ellie?” Yvette asked as she sat on the foot of the bed next to Morel on her right, snapping the small woman out of her trance.

Morel glanced at her taller friend, noticing that her eye was hanging out again. It couldn’t really be helped, though, as the poor woman had gotten shot from behind and the bullet had come out through her eye socket and made it almost impossible for the damned thing to stay in her skull. Eventually, Yvette just became unbothered by it and let it hang out of the socket naturally.

“Maybe Leona’s right,” Morel replied. “Maybe we are too different to be married.”

“Perhaps he needs his head examined?” Sam asked as he trotted into the room with a big smile, stitching on his forearm again. He’d been cut up by some mad doctor after he died and spent almost a year sewing himself back together, the poor man. Sam came up behind the two women and crawled onto the bed so he could sit on his knees just behind Morel on her left side. “With my experience with doctors, I’m sure I could do it!”

“Or perhaps he does belong with her,” Morel sighed, her mouth gaining a bitter taste at the thought of the lioness. “With ‘Little Miss Living’. With her rosy cheeks, warm skin, and beating heart. With no decay or exposed bones.”

“Oh, Ellie, those girls come twenty a mark!” Yvette scoffed.

Sam nodded in agreement, “Why have one of them when he could have you! You’re drop dead gorgeous and have so much more to offer him!”

“Exactly!” Yvette smiled. “Why, you’ve got-, you’ve got-, you’ve got a wonderful personality!”

Morel rolled her eyes and sighed, resting her chin in her hand that was so much bonier than the living woman Leona tried to escape back to. And that wasn’t even the hand that was nothing but bone.

Sam glanced at Yvette with a sly yet unsure glint in his eye and Yvette nodded in agreement.

♫What does that wispy little brat have that you don’t have double?♫

Morel blinked. Were her friends trying to use her love of singing to make her feel better?

♫She can’t hold a candle to the beauty of your smile♫

Morel rolled her eyes. They were indeed. She couldn’t help but huff as she scooted closer to the edge of her bed, begrudgingly deciding to humor her friends just a tiny bit.

♫How about a pulse?♫

Sam and Yvette smiled at Morel playing along. They could possibly get somewhere with this!

♫Overrated by a mile!♫

♫Overfed!♫

♫Overblown!♫

♫If he only knew the you that we know!♫

Morel sighed. She couldn’t see why her friends were pointing out these things, especially when Leona had already made his choice.

♫And that silly little creature isn’t wearing his ring!♫

Morel looked at the ring on her skeletal ring finger with a mix of happiness and sorrow as Yvette got up off of the bed, moved in front of Morel, and put up her own hand in her line of sight. It had meant so much to her to finally be the bride she’d dreamt of being her whole childhood.

But how could she be that bride when the man she was supposed to be married to said that she was the other woman and that he would never marry her?

♫And I bet she doesn’t play piano!♫

Sam chimed in as he crawled off the bed to join Yvette in front of their friend.

♫Or dance!♫

♫Or sing!♫

♫No, she doesn’t compare!♫

♫But she still breathes air!♫

Morel looked between her two friends with a bittersweet look in her eyes and a sad smile. They were making her feel a bit better, but she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

♫Who cares!?♫

♫Unimportant!♫

♫Overrated!♫

♫Overblown!♫

♫If only he could see how special you can be♫

♫If he only knew the you that we know!♫

Morel stood in front of her friends and stared at them for a moment before she moved over to the standing candelabra to the side of the room.

With the hand that still had flesh on it, she touched the flame of the candle. Though her flesh burned, she felt nothing. Before she could catch fire, she removed her finger from the flame and inspected her burnt fingertip.

♫If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain…♫

Motel moved away from the candelabra and was about to continue when she felt something go through the opening in her dress that showed her ribs. Looking down, Morel realized that she’d accidentally walked into the sword that the old suit of armor in her room held. She never knew where the damn thing came from, it was there when she’d moved into the room.

With a sigh, Morel removed the sword from her side and moved toward her old and tattered lounge on the far wall of her room.

♫If you cut me with a knife, it’s still the same…♫

Morel stopped in front of her little lounge seat and turned to look at her two friends, both of her hands on her chest.

♫And I know her heart is beating♫

Morel then looked at her hands, one bony with pale and bloodless skin, the other just merely bone with no flesh. She once had such soft skin that was warm and very easy to make blush. Morel could remember her father taking her small hands in his and commenting on how soft they were and how it made her even more precious. Her siblings also commented on her soft hands whenever they took them to drag her off to read them a story.

Did they miss her? Did they even remember her? It was so hard to know since she’d been underground for so, so long.

♫And I know that I am dead♫

♫Yet the pain here that I feel♫

♫Try and tell me it’s not real♫

♫It seems that I still have a tear to shed…♫

Morel sighed as she plopped down on her tattered lounge. She couldn’t help the pain she felt. She left so much behind that night she died, had waited for so long, and only got a moment of happiness before she was heartbroken all over again.

As the woman sulked, Sam sat beside her on her right and Yvette rested against the arm of the lounge to her left. They’d have to try harder to cheer their friend up.

♫The soul redeeming feature on that little creature is that she’s alive!♫

♫Overrated!♫

♫Overblown!♫

Yvette nodded at Sam before continuing and pointing to her eye as it hung out of its socket.

♫And everyone knows that is just a temporary state, which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate!♫

Morel glanced up at the two of them before rolling her eyes and standing up, making her way to her bed with her two friends following.

♫Who cares!?♫

♫Unimportant!♫

♫Overrated!♫

♫Overblown!♫

♫If only he could see how special you can be♫

♫If he only knew the you that we know!♫

Morel stopped at her bedside and turned to look at her friends, who had followed a few steps behind her and had worried expressions on their faces.

It wasn’t that Morel didn’t appreciate them, she just wasn’t in the mood to be cheered up. With a sigh, the corpse bride drew the curtains surrounding her bed, obscuring her to the point that Sam and Yvette could only make out her silhouette.

♫If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain…♫

♫In the ice or in the sun, it’s all the same…♫

Morel moved around her bed with the small bit of floor space there was around it, drawing in all of the drapery so she could have complete privacy.

While misery usually loved company, she wanted to be left alone in her sorrow for now. A two time broken heart was a hard thing to process, and she needed to be alone right now.

♫Yet I feel my heart is aching♫

Morel moved back to her side of the bed, lying down on it, her heels still on since she hadn’t taken them off at all since she’d been murdered.

And though it was old, the mattress wasn’t too worn out and it was still quite comfortable. It was a small comfort as the sad woman lay down, but it was welcome even if it was insignificant.

♫Though it doesn’t beat, it’s breaking…♫

♫Yet the pain here that I feel♫

♫Try and tell me it’s not real♫

How could Morel let herself be bewitched by a man only to be betrayed? And twice?

Sometimes it felt as if she had no self respect when it came to love. And it felt especially true now.

♫I know that I am dead…♫

Morel turned on her side, facing the middle of the bed and away from where she saw Sam and Yvette’s silhouettes standing. She needed to be alone with her sorrow and her tears. She couldn’t handle being around others at the moment.

♫Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed…♫

And Morel’s voice slowly faded into soft sobs that gently shook her lifeless body as her tears began to flow freely.

Meanwhile, outside of Morel’s little bubble of solitude behind the drapery of her four poster bed, Yvette instinctively reached out to the poor, crying woman. But, before she could touch the slightly tattered draperies, Sam put a hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s leave her be,” he sighed softly.

Though she wanted to protest, Yvette couldn’t help but agree with her friend. Morel clearly wanted to be alone with her thoughts and tears for now.

As Sam and Yvette were exiting Morel’s room, they found Ettie picking up the corpse bride’s bouquet she’d cast aside. Ettie was a really sweet girl, though she was poisoned in a way that greatly damaged her ability to speak and was very self conscious about her childish way of speaking now and usually wrote in a notebook in order to communicate. It did help that she immediately took a liking to Morel and treated her like a big sister, who in turn babied her like Ettie was her own little sister.

“E-El-lie’s f-fl-flow-wers,” Ettie stuttered out, holding out the bouquet to Sam, who gently pushed it away.

“Ellie needs to be alone for now, honey,” Yvette said softly. “But I’m sure she’d appreciate you holding onto her flowers for her.”

Ettie’s brow furrowed, “W-Wha’ ‘a-ap-pen?”

“Well,” Yvette murmured, her voice trailing off as she wondered if she should tell Ettie.

“You remember Leona, right, Ettie?” Sam asked, just deciding to rip the bandaid off. When the hyena girl nodded, the man continued, “Well, he said something that wasn’t very nice and he made Morel very upset. Morel needs to be left alone until she’s ready, okay?”

“M-Made Ell-ie s-sa-ad?” Ettie asked, her brows furrowing as she processed what Sam had told her.

“Yes, yes he did. He made Ellie very sad,” Yvette replied.

This only made Ettie even more angry and she turned around with a huff before stalking off, likely in search of Leona. He didn’t have any right to make Morel sad, especially when she was so sweet and just wanted to be loved!

“Should we stop her?” Sam asked Yvette as they watched the short girl leave, bouquet in hand and definitely a few choice words in her mind for Leona.

“I don’t see how we could stop her, really,” Yvette replied. “Why don’t we just go to the bar? Morel isn’t in the mood and we’ll likely be killed a second time if we try to stop Ettie.”

“Fair enough,” Sam sighed as he and Yvette began to make their way to the bar. “I hope Ellie feels a bit better soon, being sad doesn’t suit her.”

Yvette nodded in agreement as Sam dragged her along as usual. Though she wanted to be next to Morel right now, she knew that it would only make the shorter woman even more upset.

She just hoped Leona would apologize before she and Sam decided to pay him a visit.

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[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 16

Word count: 2241 Warnings: none A/N: you would not fucking believe this

The entire day Mick remained cold and unfriendly, only addressing Vince to bark out orders, and by evening Vince began to consider apologizing just not to feel so overwhelmingly lonely. But he wasn’t desperate enough yet. Maybe in a couple hours.

They had the usual for dinner, with an exception of a bit stale but still soft bread. Vince almost shed a tear when his teeth didn’t meet the usual resistance of a crunchy ship’s biscuit. Truly one never knew what simple joys of life were until he was deprived of them.

“You already munchin’? And who’s gonna bring the captain his dinner, huh?” Mick snatched the piece of bread out of Vince’s mouth. “Damn slacker. Do your goddamn job first.” He shoved a tray into Vince’s hands and watched him reluctantly fill it with food, ruthlessly ignoring his pleading looks. Vince didn’t know Mick could be so cruel - but he was a pirate, after all. Cruelty in this job was a given, and Mick just hadn’t revealed his immediately.

Resigned to his fate, Vince shuffled across the deck to the captain’s cabin. His hands were full, so he had to kick the door instead of knocking on it. A couple minutes passed, but nobody opened. Was he even there? Vince didn’t see him on the deck, but the ship was big. Maybe he was busy with some captain stuff somewhere down in the hold. Vince really hoped he was. He wasn’t ready to face the captain today one more time.

Vince kicked the door again one last time and already turned around to leave when it opened in front of him, making him almost drop the tray.

Nikki was standing in the doorframe stark naked. Not only that, he also had a raging hard-on.

”Ah, it’s you,” he said in the most casual tone. “Quite in time. Come in, come in.”

“I’m just gonna leave this here.” Vince dropped the tray in front of the door and tried to flee, but then his forearm got caught in an iron grasp, eliminating any hope of an escape.

“You ain’t going anywhere, punk. Pick that up and bring it in.” Nikki nodded at the tray. There was so much steel in his voice Vince just silently obeyed. Nikki didn’t lean forward when Vince awkwardly tried to reach for the tray; even when he almost flipped it over trying to hold it with one hand, the captain still didn’t weaken the grasp. Only once Vince was inside the cabin and the door lock clicked behind his back did Nikki release him.

“Hi, princess,” said someone from behind his back, making Vince almost drop the tray again. He turned around and saw Tommy sitting cross-legged on the bed, also fully naked. Thankfully, his pose prevented Vince from seeing the supposedly private parts of his body (the pirates clearly didn’t have the same distinctions, though). The sheets were crumpled in a specific, easily recognizable way, wet spots scattered across the fabric. Was it stupid to hope Nikki had spare ones?

“Am I interrupting you?” Vince said weakly, his eyes dashing between the two pirates. He began to slowly make his way to the table. Someone’s breeches sprawled on the floor wrapped around his ankle, and he spent too much time trying to shake them off, all the while being watched by two naked pirates, scarred and tattooed all over. Tommy, as it turned out, even had a ring in his nipple. It must have hurt to get it done, Vince thought briefly, putting the tray on the table.

“No, not at all,” Nikki’s voice, deep, breathy and unbearably close, said in his ear, and then his body pressed against Vince’s back, boxing him in by the table. “I’d even say, you’re a great addition.” His hand slid up Vince’s side and onto his waist, hot even through the fabric of his shirt. Vince tried to concentrate on this hotness instead of the hotness pressing into his hip, but it didn’t really work.

Damn it. He shouldn’t have come here. Whatever enraged Mick could do to him for shirking his responsibilities, it couldn’t be worse than this.

“He is?” Tommy suddenly said. He sounded like he tried very hard to appeal nonchalant. “We were kinda in a process of something here, Nik.”

Vince blinked in confusion. Since when did Tommy not want him “in the process”, after all the dirty jokes and pinches and groping?

“Yeah, and? You think we’d have to tie him up again or something? Don’t worry, he’s made progress since the first time. Right?” He hooked a finger under Vince’s collar on the small of his neck and pulled on it, cutting short a shaky breath Vince was drawing.

“You misunderstood me. Hey, Vinnie, there are two of us here. Go get a second tray, and me and Nikki meanwhile will have a little talk.”

“Oh. A talk, then,” Nikki said unexpectedly coldly. “Very well.” He stepped back, releasing Vince. “Go get the tray, as my dearest first mate told you. And-” he gripped Vince’s jaw, digging his fingernails into the skin of his cheeks, “-just you try not coming back. Just you try.”

Vince was out of the cabin in a blink of an eye. Tarrying would probably make Nikki angry, but he still spent some time leaning against the door eavesdropping. Something very interesting just happened there, and Vince was dying of curiosity.

However, the door was too thick, and he could only hear unintelligible humming coming from the other side. It did sound pretty tense, though. Were they arguing?

Thankfully, Mick was still on deck, handing out portions to the remaining pirates. Vince eyed him for a while, considering his odds. What would be worse – whatever Nikki wanted to do to him when he returned, or his anger if Vince involved Mick in all this? Provided, of course, that Mick would relent and agree to be involved first.

Vince’s eyes met Mick’s, and his heart dropped: the gaze of the old pirate immediately turned cold and surly.

“What are you waiting for? We’re not done yet!” His harsh tone made Vince flinch. “You keep rambling around doing jackshit, you won’t earn any dinner!”

Vince walked towards him slowly, trying to formulate a request that wouldn’t make him sound utterly pathetic. “Mick, Nikki and Tommy are having sex and want me to join, can you come with me and stop them”? It would be less shameful to just let Nikki and Tommy actually fuck him. Maybe he should turn back- but Mick was already looking at him inquiringly, with his eyebrow raised, and what would be worse, trying or running away?

“Tommy sent me to get another portion,” Vince finally said, pushing the tray forward. “He’s there with Nikki. They- they-“ he closed his eyes, stopped to take a breath but before he could say anything else a crooked grin widened on Mick’s face.

“Oh, I know that look,” he said. “What, the captain wants to shag you again? Now with the first mate, too? And what do you want me to do? Take your place? ‘M afraid it’s not gonna work. I’m not exactly his type. And even if I was… it’s your duty, not mine. Can’t help you here, sorry. The portion for Tommy, though, that’s my field of expertise. Gimme.” He pulled the tray out of Vince’s numb hands and swiftly filled it with food. “You better hurry now. You don’t want them to get mad, right?”

Vince didn’t listen to his advice. He stood there for a good minute, staring dumbly at Mick’s back. His brain felt like thick dough: slow, heavy, sticky.

Mick was right, of course. He couldn’t exactly replace Vince there.

Vince turned around and on unbending legs tottered across the deck, back to the captain’s cabin. This time the door opened after just one kick.

Nikki’s lips stretched into a pleased smirk. “Told you he’d come back,” he said into the room. “As I said, we’ve made progress.”

Vince threw the tray onto the table next to the other one. The mug of beer swayed dangerously, but didn’t flip over. Tommy and Nikki watched him again, but it was different now. That time they were cats and Vince was a mouse; this time, they were onlookers at a fair and Vince was a monkey in a cage. The atmosphere changed. To the better or worse, Vince couldn’t say, just that it was different.

“Do you still need me here?” he asked directly. Whatever was going to happen, he wanted it over as soon as possible.

“No. Not today,” Tommy replied. Relief washed over Vince. “Some other time. It will definitely happen, though, so don’t get high hopes, princess.”

“I’m not,” Vince said. He knew that the respite was short, that he wouldn’t be able to avoid it forever, that Nikki could call him in the very next day, but it was still a relief, a promise of another relatively painless night, a few more hours to heal his wounds. God, the joys of life truly were simple. “I’ll be on my way then.” He headed to the door, trying to balance the speed around that of a lively stroll instead of a hounded animal.

“You sure you don’t want him here?” Nikki suddenly asked Tommy when Vince was halfway there. Vince froze to his place, partly out of fear, partly because they’d drag him back anyway if they wished, and he preferred his humiliation to stay behind closed doors. “I can gag him, you won’t even notice he’s here.”

“I am.” Tommy cast him a grim look. “If I wanted a threesome, I’d say so from the start.”

“Fine, fine.” Nikki raised his hands in surrender. “Unfortunately, Mr. Lee here put you out of work tonight,” he said to Vince, “but don’t get too comfortable there, princess. Now leave us alone with our… business.”

“With pleasure.” Vince’s last shreds of dignity went into this reply, after which nothing was stopping him from leaping to the door like a scared out of its mind hare. The grins of the two wolves watching him were imprinted on his brain for the rest of the day.

Vince returned to the deck with a springy step (he tried skipping, but his knees protested loudly). He expected all the portions to have been handed out already – between his running back and forth half the dinnertime had already passed – but when he gingerly approached Mick, a plate with cold beef, a piece of cheese and a slice of bread was shoved into his hands.

“That was quick. So do our illustrious captain and his first mate have the stamina of schoolboys?” Mick laughed sharply – the high-strung kind of sharp.

“They didn’t want me this time,” Vince said, the last part of his sentence unintelligible due to the beef in his mouth. “To make me happy about not getting invited to a threesome, though – that’s a real feat. Never thought it’d happen, but life sure is unpredictable.”

“Are you talking like that with Nikki’s, hm, beef in your mouth too? Then no wonder they sent you off. Shut up and chew properly,” Mick cut him off. Vince would have resented him for it if he didn’t sense the guilty undertone in his commanding voice. “I damn like not having to do the dishes every day,” he then added, and Vince did resent him after that.

He and Mick were gathering the plates to take them to the galley when Vince noticed Slash approach. He was avoiding him all day, which was rather hard as Slash seemed to appear everywhere Vince went. Usually Vince just resolved the problem by getting out of that place as fast as possible, but that time he was holding a pot filled with plates and had an already irritated cook behind his back, so there was no way out.

Slash came up and carefully lowered his plate into the pot.

“Thanks for dinner, Mick,” he said loudly to him. Mick murmured something in response. “Thanks for showing me the moves, Vince,” he said to Vince quietly. “You alright?”

“Never been better,” Vince wanted to wave his hand, but timely remembered it was occupied, so he had to do with an enthusiastic nod.

“Yeah? The captain looked mighty pissed when he dragged you away. And I still don’t understand why. He puts up all these trainings so all the crewmates can protect themselves better,” Slash said, and Vince could hear the genuine bewilderment in his voice. Did they really not realize Nikki definitely didn’t consider him a crewmate?

“Well, that’s because he’s the one I need to protect myself against, I guess.” Vince shrugged, resorting to things that the whole crew was well-aware of. Mick coughed behind his back. “But I didn’t say that, of course,” he added hastily.

“Slash, you’re holding up the line,” Mick said loudly. “You want to get all chitty-chatty with my scullery boy, you’ll have to go down to the galley. He could always use a hand with the dishes, y’know.”

“Oh, come on,” Slash rolled his eyes, then gave Vince a small nod and scooted away. “The line” consisted of just two pirates, so soon they were back at the galley, and the Babel tower of dishes was staring Vince in the eyes once again. And also sneering at him and jeering, but that was probably the beer talking.

[spatialwave]

limoreau first valentine's day... walk with me!

a short and simple little drabble from marie’s pov. 🥹 finally have the energy to write a little something…… a month later.

jordan had ever spent their valentine’s day with a romantic partner. someone to kiss, cuddle and spoil with chocolates, flowers or a nice dinner. the day was often full of loneliness that they bottled up and pretended that it didn’t bother them when they saw couples holding hands, or how fancy restaurants were full of people in love sharing wine and desserts.

marie always wanted a valentine’s day like the ones she remembers her parents preparing for — sitting on her mother’s bed and watching her delicately adorn herself with jewelry. The way her hand was so careful and steady as she curled her lashes and added a few coats of mascara before blotting her reddened lips with tissue. oh how marie would sit with wide eyes and a big smile as the two of them wished their daughters a goodnight as the babysitter prepared them a simple meal for dinner.

this year would prove to be different for both of them. they had settled into the comfort of their relationships, months of steady dates and nights spent together. sharing secrets and admitting their silly fears, or guilty pleasures. the two of them were slowly getting to know each other inside and out.

that’s why valentine’s day made them both so fucking nervous.

it was jordan who proved to be quite eager and arranged the date before marie even had the chance, two weeks earlier letting her know that she should clear her schedule for the evening and dress nice. they thought that beat her to it. the bouquet of roses being delivered to them in class proved otherwise — cheeks burning a deep red when they saw the note attached and their classmates watched in awe.

“see you tonight. love, m.”

both of them had chosen to keep away from each other for the day, wanting to prove that absence makes the heart grown fonder.

all it really did was make marie nervous as she sat in the floor length mirror in her dorm with emma, her makeup bag opened on the floor and her braids pulled back. the nauseating feeling of an anxious stomach made her groan.

“god! you’ve been sitting there for half an hour. just let me do it!” he roommate grumbled from her bed before jumping down onto the floor and settling next to marie. she turned her friend around and sighed softly, admiring the way she was so nervous and fidgeting, “marie… sit still.”

an hour had passed when marie was dressed, a red dress hugging her curves that ended just above the knee and a black leather coat cropped just above her hips. she was thankful for emma’s expertise when it came to shopping, god knows that marie missed out on a few years worth of america’s most trending styles.

after a few minutes of panic and a quick pep talk from emma, marie found herself waiting in front of the dormitories as she looked around the snow-covered surroundings as the sun had almost completely set. her hands clutched onto a small purse that she borrowed from emma, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to focus on the way the cold air entered her nose with each gentle breath.

“damn—“ a low voice said from behind her, brown eyes widening as she quickly turned and met face to face with her partner. they had been on so many dates, but this was so new. so nerve wracking. even jordan, who’s breath was taken away, looking anxious.

“i, uh,” marie lets out an awkward, breathy laugh with a smile that reaches her eyes, “you too. damn.” she says, kind of grimacing at the way it sounded so silly coming from her.

“i’m so lucky.” is all jordan says through a heavy breath as a slight smirk rises to their lips. they close the distance between each other, a hand finding its way to her hip and lips meeting in a kiss. one that lingered longer than intended and left them both a little breathless and almost eager to continue then and there, “i missed you all day,” they spoke against her lips before pulling away, still remaining close, “thanks for the flowers.”

she let her eyes drop down for a moment, sheepish and shy — her demeanour akin to the time they had their first date.

“well, you beat me to making plans. couldn’t let you take all the glory of the day for yourself.” marie smiled, meeting their gaze as she straightened up and chewed absentmindedly on her bottom lip.

“fair enough,” jordan breathed out with a gentle laugh, their hand sliding so easily into marie’s grasp, “you don’t mind if it take it back, right? i mean, i outdid myself tonight.” they boasted proudly, tugging marie along as they made way for the student parking lot.

“yeah, okay,” she playfully scoffed, “maybe wait to brag until i actually have a good time.” she chided him as they stepped over the fresh powder snow that settled on the ground during the day. a trail of footprints leading to jordan’s car as they teased each other.

“trust me, babe. you’ll have a good time.” jordan snorted as they settled inside the vehicle.

marie, did in fact, have a really good time.

[plussizefantasia]

And Don't Forget It

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!PlusSize!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is the first of many works I’ve been hoarding over the last few years I plan to go through and edit some of them and re-post them here but if that’s a horrible idea let me know. Comments are always appreciated and if you like this feel free to send me a request I’ve been looking for more inspiration (and validation)

Looking in the mirror for the sixth time tonight you exhaled nervously, this was the first gala you’d be attending as a new member of the team and it was important to you that you go this right. It’d only been a couple of months since Natasha had caught you saving some people during a bank robbery gone wrong, you were there to deposit your newest paycheck and then all of a sudden there was shouting and gunfire. You couldn’t just stand by and watch it go down, you’d had to step in even if it meant outing yourself as an enhanced.  That day landed you in the back of a black SUV on your way to the tower. 

Scanning your figure in the mirror you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face, this dress may have cost half of your paycheck but damn if it didn’t make you look good. 

The gold fabric draped across your chest in a sexy but still classy way and the rest of the fabric cascaded down your body like a waterfall, it enhanced all the good parts while tucking away the back rolls and other things you didn’t exactly love. You looked like a goddess and the star chain headpiece you’d woven into your hair pulled everything together.

The knock on the door pulled you out of your reverie. 

“You almost ready?” called Wanda. In lieu of an answer you simply opened the door with your clutch in hand. The screech that came from the witch almost burst your eardrum but you played into her hype and gave a turn and a pose. 

“God you look hot, none of the guys up there will be able to take their eyes off you!” She kept hyping you up.

“Wan, you know there’s only one guy whose eyes I want.”

It was true, you held a torch for the resident playboy billionaire, not that he noticed. With how much time the man spent in his lab it was a wonder he noticed anything at all really. And yet he had always seemed flirty to you. That first day in the tower after Nat had practically kidnapped you from the bank he was there, with his stupid loud music and his stupid nicknames, and his stupidly handsome face. He had flirted with you then, you wrote it off as him just being a flirty guy, you don’t get the reputation of a playboy without putting in the effort. 

His efforts hadn’t faded though, he still flirted with you whenever he saw you, leaving little comments in his wake when he wasn't sequestered in his tech cave.

 After Wanda Nat and yourself had come back from a coffee run, “How I’d like to be a pair of your jeans”

After you sneezed in the kitchen, “I’d say bless you, but it looks like you already have been”

And your personal favorite, “If I told you you had a bangin’ body would you hold it against me?” 

The little flirts were harmless enough but tonight was the night you were really gonna test his resolve. This little number was sure to catch his attention and hopefully end this little game of cat and mouse the two of you seemed to be playing.

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Wanda and you stood in the elevator and watched the numbers climb as you made your way up from the residential floors to the party suit Tony had built just below his penthouse. As the doors slid open you were enveloped in the party atmosphere. Drinks were flowing and music was pounding, it wasn’t exactly a club but give it a few hours and couple more bottles of booze and it might get there.

“Ah! I see Viz, I’ll catch you later?” Wanda turned to you with a question in her eyes.

“Go, get your android babe.” You laughed and pushed a hand on her back to send her towards the floating humanoid robot conversing with the ever-awkward Dr. Banner at the bar.

You scanned the crowd and then your eyes found him, surrounded by people, he was truly in his element being the life of the party. You grabbed a shot off the tray being carried past for some more liquid courage and made your way toward the man of the evening.

He was telling a story, you couldn’t really hear the exact words but his smile and the movement of his hands were telling enough. You quickly averted your eyes before the sight of his hand caused you to trip yourself up.

After several agonizing moments where you watched him talk and gesture, slowly you could feel more and more eyes on your person as you made your way across the floor. It was kind of unnerving, but you'd come tonight for a reason, you needed to know if Tony was serious about whatever this was between the two of you.

It was a game you were willing to play but you'd much rather act out on all the desires floating around in your head instead of pushing them away or down because of some invisible boundaries set between the two of you.

You finally got close enough to the man to catch his eyes. You made eye contact and his words trailed off as the side of his mouth quirked up on one side.

“Excuse me,” He excused himself and without breaking eye contact made it to you in quick strides.

“ To what do I owe the pleasure of your gilded visage this evening.” His hand found its way to the curve of your waist and he gripped the flesh there. His eyes darkened as his gaze trailed up and down your body. 

“What? This old thing?” You shot back, “I’ve had this forever.”

“Are you sure it had nothing to do with catching a certain someone’s eye?” He questioned, hidden behind his suave demeanor and cocky smile you could see the vulnerability in his eyes like maybe he thought you were dressed like this for someone else.

“Maybe, I’ve had my eyes on this one man for a while” You bit your lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes hoping that he’d latch onto the bait you gave him.

He hummed, “Oh really? And what’s this man like?” he asked

“Hmmm, well, he’s smart and funny and I hear he has a proclivity for iron suits.” With that you lifted your head and titled it backward, elongating your neck and pushing your chest towards him.

When Tony heard those words, he stopped holding himself back, his other hand landed on your back and pulled you even closer to him. Your lips met in a flurry of passion and a bit of lust on each side. His lips danced on your own and you could feel the scratch from his signature goatee on your cheek.

You pulled back when your lungs began to scream for air.

“Jesus christ you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He mumbled still only inches from your lips. 

“Oh yeah?” you teased back pulling away slightly

He huffed out a laugh and moved his lips to the slant of your neck.

“Yes,” He practically growled into the skin there.

“You think You can handle me Stark?” you asked, slowly pulling him back towards the elevator, you knew it would probably make headlines the next day, at the very least the mention of Tony Stark abandoning his party for the sake of taking you to bed would be trending for the next day.

“For You? I’d handle anything,” he told you, sincerity leaking into his words.

“And don’t forget it.” You pulled him into another kiss as the elevator doors closed. 

[divine-misfortune]

Mushy May, day 8. First time.

Rating: Mature (no outright fucking...yet-)

Pairing: Zephyr/Ifrit

Words: 741

Summary: Zephyr can’t be subtle, it’s not working.

If the breath wasn’t almost entirely knocked out of him when his back hit the mattress, Ifrit would have burst into a fit of nervous giggles. He could feel the grin splitting his face, a little crooked but wide enough his cheeks were going to start hurting. He moved to sit up but Zephyr stepped between his knees and braced a hand flat to his chest to keep him in place. 

“Stay right there,” the corners of their lips curled into something cat-like. “I like the way you look like this.”

Color had already been present in his cheeks, and it had been since Zephyr first dared to touch him, but hearing that made his face nearly glow red.

They’d chosen the spot on the couch beside him when the pack had settled in for movie night, and dragged the quilt from the back of the couch to their laps. He was used to Zephyr cozying up to him, they claimed it was only because they liked how warm he was and usually Ifrit was inclined to believe that, but their hand found its way under the blanket and settled briefly on his knee. They drifted further and further from the initial contact and the idea of paying attention to whatever was on the TV was quickly forgotten when they squeezed his inner thigh. 

Ifrit spent the entirety of the movie trying not to outright squirm from the gentle touch toying with his inseam and damn near fell on his face when he got up. He wasn’t casual in his exit from the living room, making a rather clumsy exit the second the credits started to roll. He owed Aether an apology for stepping on his tail. 

But the apology was something to worry about later. His attention was entirely focused on the air ghoul and the pressure of their weight settling in his lap. Zephyr’s ears perked a little when they finally sat, and they laughed softly. The sound was familiar like the brass wind chimes in the garden, a sweet noise that trickled in and lingered in his head. 

“You’re this hard already?” Zephyr hummed, seemingly pleased with themselves.

“Hard not to be when you spent the last two hours feeling me up.” Ifrit snorted. His hands came to rest on Zephyr’s legs but the air ghoul guided him to their waist instead. 

“Candle light…You’re pretty but you’re oblivious, I had to get bold.” 

“I am not oblivious.” 

Zephyr made a low noncommittal sound in response before leaning down and Ifrit’s grip on their waist went tight, thumbs pressing into their hips. He held his breath. They were almost flush against his chest and he could almost feel the pitter patter of their heartbeat filling in the spaces between his own pulse. Always filling in the places Ifrit left empty, and he loved that about them. 

“And yet you haven’t noticed I’ve been dying for you to kiss me for months.” They whispered it like a secret, words not meant to escape the space between them. Even if they were alone, it was a confession in earnest that was meant for his ears only. Not even the Unholy Father. 

Their eyes were hooded, silvery gaze focused on the slight part of his lips. He could feel his brain struggling to keep up with them so close, with them in his grasp, with them sat just right in his lap. Did they know they were wearing away at his restraint by simply sitting still? His cock ached in desperation, so close to the tight heat of their body but confined by layers of fabric. 

When the fire ghoul didn’t immediately respond, Zephyr whined. They fucking whined. It was low and needy in their throat, and the prettiest sound he’d ever fucking heard in his life. They shifted their hips and Ifrit’s dick twitched. He breathed a curse, wondering if they consciously curled their tail around his calf. 

His mind raced with a thousand and one images, he wanted to give them everything. Ifrit wanted to learn every inch of their body, what made their toes curl and their eyes flutter, what words he’d have to whisper to turn them as red as the sheets he’d have them splayed out on. He wanted their body to ache with pleasure, until every nerve ending in their body burned with his devotion. 

“Don’t make me beg Iffy…I want to be engulfed by you, wildfire.” 

[youwouldntlietopapa]

OooOoooooOOoo I saw your reblog the kiss prompts thing?? I feel like Copia would 100% say the "I think this is the part where you kiss me" prompt lmaooo

I love his (s)ass

Okay, I hope you'll forgive me for changing it up just a little. I had an idea I couldn't shake and it fit so well. Includes: Mutual pining, separated, sexting, masturbation +18 only, MDNI

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It was late and Copia knew it when he sent the first text. Still, you were almost always awake as late as he was. Even when you were apart. Either way, tonight he needed to talk enough to try.

He'd spent several hours trying to find something to distract him from thinking of you, in his bed, waiting for him. Wearing one of his shirts, with that coy smile. Even that thought was enough to get him going again. Hellfire, he needed this tour to be over.

At least the Dark Lord was feeling merciful. His text was answered almost immediately.

All it will take is one word, he thinks. One word and he will be on his way back. Damn the consequences. Any punishment they could offer would be worth it just to have you in his arms.

What he wants when he gets home is nearly identical to what he wants right now. To strip off any clothing that comes between the two of you and then to drag you to bed. To fuck you until both of you are too exhausted to move. And then to sleep the peaceful, perfect sleep he only finds with you in his arms.

He can feel the silk of the red dress in his hands, pressed against his skin. He can smell your perfume lingering in the air. Copia strains against his sweatpants and he palms himself through the fabric.

He groans shamelessly in the quiet hotel room. A dark spot of precum already showing on the front of his trousers. It's not as good as having you, of having you touch him, but desperate times...

Copia leaves his phone on the bed and gets up with a growl. Whoever is interrupting your conversation had better have a good reason. Like the building being on fire. Or Satan himself asking for you personally at the front desk. He curses under his breath the entire way from the bed to the door, swearing a solemn oath that if it's one of the Ghouls having a laugh, he'll send them back to the pit personally.

Another round of rather frantic sounding knocks only deepens his scowl. "I'm coming!" He barks. At least, he would be, if this stronzo hadn't interrupted.

The door opens just enough for him to look out, glaring, ready to demand an explanation. Instead, he freezes. His mouth hanging open in stunned silence. And the door slowly swings open further.

In the hallway, in the red dress you know he loves, you wait with your phone. Stepping closer with a cheeky smile. Even as your heart thunders in your ears and the urge to throw yourself at him is nearly overwhelming.

"I heard some stronzo was trying to knock your door down. I came to tell them to fuck off."

Copia's mouth opens and closes a few times, staring at you like he's seen a ghost. "H-how???"

"I caught the earliest flight I could. If I had to spend one more day without you, I was going to lose my mind." You take another step closer, pressing up against him. Licking your lips and running your hands over his chest. "Now... I think this is the part where you kiss me."

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (45)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC fanfic - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 45: Horizon - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.3K+ words

Warnings: PG for fluff, slight intimacy, nothing too crazy

Summary: Miguel and Lisa talk the following morning after the Vulture attack

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I slowly awoke to the soft sound of ruffling noises in the background. The room was nearly pitched black, except for the neon signs outside that I could just barely make out from the tinted window curtains. I hugged my pillow closer to me with a gentle grumble, smelling Miguel’s cologne. 

That’s right. I spent the night with Miguel back in his dimension at HQ. In his room. 

My tired eyes lingered down to my form, feeling some extra softness other than the blankets and sheets of his bed coat over my form. I still had my spider-suit on, as I had briefly mentioned to Miguel that I wasn’t comfortable sleeping with it off. With my change of clothes still tucked away in Gabriel’s lab, I’d only be in my undergarments. 

Miguel had understood my reasoning completely, and didn’t press on it. I remember now. Overtop it now was one of Miguel’s shirts. It was warm, and I faintly caught his scent on it too. 

I remembered Miguel and I cuddling for a while, snuggled under the blankets and sheets, sparing a kiss or two. For a while we just talked. He wasn’t comfortable talking more about Vulture after what happened, which was understandable. But he talked to me about some of the other villains he’s fought, and his life as Spider-Man in general here in Nueva York. 

It was surprisingly comforting, just talking with him. 

When I fell asleep, he must have pulled away and leant me one of his shirts again before tucking me into bed. Did he climb back into bed after? I would have remembered if he did. 

My memory was a little foggy, but I remember Miguel holding me in his sleep. His suit had melted away, changing into sweatpants after reassuring me with a toothy grin that he wouldn’t be going commando tonight . I laughed at him, but didn’t press on it in turn. 

My arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, his face tucked close to my chest and collarbone with my nose nuzzled into his hair. It felt nice, Miguel felt nice. But he didn’t climb back into the covers with me.

Did he not want to pressure me if we had done. . . more after that?

The ruffling continued as a large hand reached over and gently cupped my face. I glanced over at my side, resting on my back to see Miguel offering me a soft smile, the blue and red fabric of his holographic suit almost glowing in the dark. His thumb gently brushed down my cheek as I smiled, albeit tiredly. 

Ever the gentleman, Miguel O’Hara. 

Wait. . . He’s already back in his suit?

“Good morning,” He greeted softly. 

“Morning?” I huffed a tired laugh as I slowly shifted my body to lay on my side. “It’s still dark out. . .”

“I know, I know,” Miguel nodded with a knowing look as he couldn’t help but laugh. 

Was he hiding something?

“Can’t I sleep in for another hour or two?” I asked him whilst I nuzzled my face into his pillow. “It’s not really time to leave yet is it?”

“I would have let you, yes , but there’s something I want to show you,” Miguel smiled as he got up from the bed and stalked around to my side. “After, if you’re still tired, you can go back to sleep for a while before I take you back home, alright?”

My throat rumbled in my throat as I contemplated his request. I turned over to the opposite side to face him, my eyelids still feeling heavy. I fought against the warmth of the blankets as I looked up at Miguel’s face, that charming smile and the way his eyes seemed to beg me to say yes. 

There was something else. I could feel it. But damn it I didn’t have the energy to say no to that face at this forsaken hour of the morning. 

“Okay. . .” I groaned as I lazily shoved the covers off me and sat up slowly, stretching my stiff joints. 

“Too tired to walk?” Miguel asked me with a knowing look as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Are you offering to carry me?” I questioned him back. 

“Am I?” Miguel grinned down at me. 

I sighed, offering him my arms as I stretched them out towards him. He carefully scooped me up in his arms, holding me close to him as he moved away from the bed. I had assumed Miguel would be heading for the door of his room, but instead, he walked closer towards the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city. 

My eyes snapped awake when a button was triggered on his gizmo and one of the window’s pulled open. 

“Miguel, what are you doing?!” I panicked, my arms gripping tighter around his neck. 

“Trust me, Lisa,” Miguel smirked as his grip on me held firm, standing at the edge of the window. His mask appeared over his face as he glanced down at me. “I won’t drop you, I promise,”

Stepping out over the edge, Miguel launched a web sling and yanked us upwards as we scaled higher and higher up the side of the Alchemax building. When we arrived at a good vantage point, Miguel stuck some webbing to the side of the building and gently settled me against it. 

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to fall,” He reassured me as he remained perched at my side, keeping an arm above my head as he watched me settle. 

“Why did we go all the way up here?” I gawked up at him in surprise, my arms huddling around my body as I felt a cool chill of wind blow past us. 

“You’ll see,” Miguel nodded his head towards me before looking over to the side.

I followed his gaze, looking out into the horizon of Uptown Nueva York. What I saw took my breath away and made me completely forget about the cold. Eyes widened, gasping softly as my jaw dropped. 

The sun was rising over the horizon. The orange, golden hues the giant star gave off seemed to blend itself with the darkness as it gave way to the light. As the sun rose slowly, one by one, the neon signs and holographic projections across the cityscape toned down or vanished completely, as the pristine white buildings glimmered in the light. 

“Miguel, this view is amazing,” I smiled, whispering as if speaking any louder would somehow ruin the moment. 

“Every once in a while when I’m on patrol and things are calm, I just stop for a second and take in the view,” Miguel spoke softly, his body leaning closer towards me as he settled beside me in the webbing. 

“It’s beautiful,” I sighed deeply, resting my head against his shoulder. 

“Si ,” Miguel agreed as he glanced down at me, part of his mask slipping away to reveal his puffed lips giving off his charming smile. “ Igual que tú ,” - Just like you

He leaned in closer towards me, his free hand brushing my hair away from my face before caressing my cheek. His body seemed to tower over me, yet Miguel tried to not appear intimidating and not completely overshadow me. Slowly my cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as my eyes briefly flickered down his frame, admiring his strong, powerful body. 

Realizing I had been staring for a second too long, I whipped my gaze back up to see that Miguel’s face was mere inches from mine. “Miguel? What are you…?”

My breathing hitched in my throat as he settled in front of me. My eyes flickered between his lips and the eyelets of his mask as he laughed. “If you don’t mind, I. . . wanted to make up for our interruption last night?”

Was that what this was about?

My eyes twinkled like starlights as my lips curled into a smile, my cheeks flushing as I spoke. “You mean our Spider-Man kiss?”

Miguel chuckled at my realization, his thumb brushing along the skin of my cheek. “I think I picked out a better spot too. Now, refresh my memory. . . where were we?”

“I believe , Miguel, you were about to kiss me,” I had a goofy smile on my face as I looked up at Miguel’s face, watching his expressions as I tried to keep myself calm. 

“Ah yes, smart girl,” He grinned, nodding his head in approval. “Estás absolutamente en lo correcto. Ven aquí, ” - you're absolutely right. Come here

I giggled softly, my heart fluttering as Miguel leaned his head down and his lips brushed against mine. He captured my lips just as the sun rose gleaned over our bodies, and I could feel the rays of the sun crawl over me as the sun inched higher into the sky. His hand snaked up to curl his large fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss. 

I hummed sweetly in response, my own hands reached up to cup his face, to hold him, to pull him closer to me. His body was inches from mine as my hands snaked up to the back of his head, my fingernails digging into the nano-material of his suit. I was searching for something, and I could feel Miguel smirk against my lips as he realized what I wanted. 

‘I thought you were too tired?~’ His voice projected into my mind, and I could hear the grin in his voice

‘It’s your fault for being such a smooth operator, Miguel.’ I jabbed back at him with a invisible, yet playful nudge  

Slowly his mask pulled away completely and my fingers melded into the locks of his hair, brushing and curling into the strands. I smiled into him as I returned back another kiss of my own. A low purr erupted from his throat in approval, and my senses went haywire. 

My back arched as my torso pressed against him, butterflies swarming in my stomach. Miguel’s arm that was pinned above my head lowered down, snaking around my back as he held me. My heart pounded in my chest when I reached back with one hand, grabbing on to the webbing that kept me against the building. 

I got you, Mona , Miguel’s voice filtered through my mind as his kisses became slower, more gentle, his eye lids opening just barely as his gaze washed over me. As long as I’m here, I won’t let you fall. 

He slowly pulled away completely as he took in my form. My cheeks were a bright red as I let go of the webbing, and my hand slowly found its way back to wrap around his neck. His arm at my back tightened its grip ever so slightly as his body settled against mine, and the glow of the sun seemed to radiate his silhouette. 

“This is amazing,” I spoke breathlessly, “ You’re amazing, you know that?”

Miguel smirked. “Am I forgiven for waking you up so early now?”

I giggled softly. “Yes, I forgive you,”

“Good,” Miguel leaned in, pecking my lips before pulling away again, “Perhaps we can make this a regular thing?”

“Will every time be this early in the morning?” I asked him honestly, a part of me still dredging the early wake up call. 

“How about every once in a while?” He offered, raising a curious brow at me, his fingers gently brushing through my hair. “We watch the sunrise, I smother and spoil you with all the good morning kisses you want, and we’ll grab some coffee after. How does that sound?”

My eyes brightened in delight as my lips curled into a smile. “I think I very much like the sound of that,”

“Perfect. ” Miguel grinned. “We still have another little bit before I bring you home. So, why don’t we stay up here?”

I certainly had no objections as I gently pulled Miguel’s face down and pressed my lips against his. I melted into his kiss as he gently lowered me into the webbing, our legs intertwining. Once in a while for sure . 

We continued to kiss and embrace one another for a while longer. When I felt like I was running out of air, I snaked a hand down to Miguel’s chest, patting him gently. He took the hint and pulled away, our warm breath fanning one another as we took a much needed break. 

We stared at one another for a while, basking in each other’s presence. Miguel’s lips curled into that charming smile of his, as his hand caressed the side of my face. I smiled back at him, admiring his eyes, nose, the thin wrinkles, every detail I could see in his face. 

He looked tired. 

My smile lowered, but didn’t vanish completely as I spoke, “Why were you already suited up when you woke me up earlier?”

“Hm?” His expression altered as he raised a brow at me. 

“Were you up in the middle of the night last night?” I asked him, my voice growing concerned as I cupped his face. 

Miguel didn’t answer at first, the silence filling the air. His gaze shifted, as if hesitating to speak. 

I brushed my thumb over his cheek. “Please, be honest, Miguel,”

Miguel’s face contorted into a look that realized he had been caught. He shook his head, uttering a quiet curse under his breath before looking at me with a defeated smile. “You’re picking up my ques, I might not be able to hide stuff from you anymore,”

“You want to hide things?” I asked him, tilting my head to the side. 

“It’s not that I want to,” He answered quickly. “It’s that I feel like I have to. In order to protect you,” 

Miguel sighed as he carefully pulled himself away from my body. He shifted over, settling beside me in the webbing. He kept an arm around my shoulders to hold me close as I settled next to him, a reassuring hand on his chest. “You can talk to me, Miguel, no matter what it is,”

Miguel glanced down at the city below us, staring at it for a while. The words that followed from his mouth made me understand why he tried to stay quiet, “I got up to see Jess and apologize to her and Gwen for my outburst,”

I waited for him to continue, not pressing or rushing him to speak. He angled his head up from the city, looking back out into the horizon with a hard stare.

“Gabriel and Margo cracked the collar. However, when they did, something triggered in it and unleashed an EMP, severing our communication line. That’s why Jess was unable to get a hold of us and had to go into the city proper to come find us. At the same time, Lyla detected an anomaly emerge through a portal that was not ours,”

“Chameleon,” his name was like poison, a bitter taste in my mouth.  

“Chameleon’s arrival here, recruiting Vulture, was a threat, a warning,” Miguel’s nostrils flared as he tried to keep himself calm. I could feel his fingers curl against my shoulder, his claws threatening to break free. I gently brushed a hand over his chest, trying to soothe him silently. The claws recoiled as he took a breath. “Harry now possesses an alternate means to travel between dimensions. Any dimension, including ones that we had previously blocked access to him through the gimzo,”

“Like Petra’s dimension,” My eyes widened in fear, remembering my friend.

Would Harry go after her for revenge on capturing Isabella? Would Harry try to go back for Isabella?

“And. . . yours , Lisa,” Miguel’s face fell with regret and worry as he met my gaze, “Your home is at even more risk now,”

Meaning. . . Chameleon could come back. Any villain could come to my dimension and attack. If there was an attack, regardless of a canon event, there would be devastating consequences. My voice trembled as I spoke up, “What do we do?”

“I’ve asked for increased security measures. There will be tighter patrols while Spiders are out on missions, and tighter security patrols here at HQ,” Miguel nodded his head, going through the mental checklist in his head, “I’ll be running routine checks on Petra’s dimension to check in on her and Isabella in the event Harry considers making an appearance there again,”

I let out a small sigh of relief at that, resting my head against Miguel’s shoulder. “Thank goodness for that,” His arm tucked tighter around me. 

“While on the topic of routine checks. . .” He started, his voice hesitating. 

“Yes?” I turned my head to look up at him. 

“I’m. . . highly considering assigning a security detail to you,” Miguel stated. 

“What?” I gawked, sitting up as I stared at him. “Miguel, are you sure?”

“I have to make sure you’re safe,” He spoke firmly, his hand gently gripping my shoulder to keep me still and not fall over. 

“But I’m safe with you ,” I argued, my eyes pouring into his.

His eyes poured back a sympathetic look, “Mi Mona Lisa, if I wanted to, until things died down, I would not leave your side, ever, but as leader of the Spider-Society, it’s my responsibility to hold it all together,” 

“Then let me help you, Miguel,” I pleaded, my hand reaching over to caress his face. “I’ve told you, you don’t have to go through this alone,”

“How you can help me with this, is to trust me and let me assign a security team for you,” Miguel seemed to insist, his body turning on its side to inch closer to me. “Regrettably, I can’t be everywhere at once. It’s only temporary, either until things calm down enough where I know I can trust myself that you’ll be alright when I’m not with you, or we finally put an end to Harry’s plot. You’re still a prime target of his,”

I listened to him speak, hearing the fear and true depth of the situation settling in. I looked into his eyes, seeing him silently beg me to let him do what he needs to do. He took my hand gently, bringing it over to his lips as he kissed my palm, his lips idling there for a while, as if waiting for me to pull away from him out of distraught of this proposal. 

I didn’t falter. “Miguel. . .”

“It’s only temporary,” he repeated gently, “I promise , I’ll let up once things shimmer down,”

“Will I know the Spiders that will be assigned as my bodyguards?” I asked him, the last word having a hesitating edge in my voice.

“Absolutely,” He nodded, squeezing my hand, “Only Spiders that you’re familiar with and that I’d fully trust with this,”

I narrowed my eyes slightly, trying to read his thoughts. I saw nothing else hiding in his eyes. He had shown me his full hand. The entire truth. 

With a deep sigh, I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around Miguel and hugged his body tightly. “Just promise me you won’t overwork yourself,”

His arms wrapped tightly around my smaller frame, kissing my temple. “I promise, Lisa,” He whispered in my ear. He basked in our embrace for a moment before I could hear the smirk in his voice, “I know you’ll make sure I don’t,”

“You’re god damn shocking right I will,” I muttered into his neck. 

I winched when I felt him flick my temple. “Language,” he teased, before breathing a heavy sigh, his chest brushing against my torso. “Come on. I promised I’d take you home,” He pressed a gentle peck to the spot where he flicked me as an apology. 

“Okay, okay,” I shook my head with a soft chuckle.

Miguel gently gathered me in his arms before carefully climbing out from the webbing and web slinged our way down back to the window of his room. As he prepared to escort me home, the same question repeated itself over and over again, and I prayed that I had some sort of mental shield up so Miguel couldn’t hear my thoughts this time. How long will it be temporary?

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