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dxncingwithastrxnger · 2 months ago

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i saw mc kissing santa claus (Obey Me!)

A/N: Christmas time again!! I don't think I'll be doing a christmas sleepover again, as those always failed in the past, but I am going to be doing an Obey Me writing challenge this month!! As for the prompts, I'll be using the list that @om-adventcalendar created, which you can find here. Most, if not all, of these prompts are gonna be filled with lots of fluff, so enjoy!!

Pairing(s): Lucifer x MC

Prompt(s): 1. Lucifer

Summary: The night before Christmas, Lucifer and MC pass out the first round of presents while the others in the house sleep and spend some time together.

Tag(s): It's all just fluff! But slightly suggestive at the end

Word Count: 1,330

Song Inspiration: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by The Jackson 5

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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It’s late into the night when the House of Lamentation finally went quiet, most of its inhabitants fast asleep. Only the human and the eldest brother remain awake, enjoying the rare moment of peace in the household, enjoying the sweet melody the latter is playing on the piano.

“What is it you humans say about the mouse the night before Christmas?” Lucifer asks, turning to look beside him as he finishes the last notes of the song.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.’” MC recites, looking back at him.

“Ah, that’s right. I do believe that applies here, yes?”

MC chuffs in amusement. “I would hope so. If Barbatos caught wind of a mouse, we’d all be in trouble.” They say, stretching their arms above their head before standing.

Lucifer chuckles, standing as well. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”

The two of them then head out into the hall together, already knowing their destination. MC walks beside Lucifer with a pep in their step and when they reach his room, they insist that Lucifer enter first.

“What are you up to?” The demon asks.

The other only smiles. “Nothing bad! Just go in and see!” They usher him forward and he shakes his head but does so anyway.

A loud sigh leaves him in a huff as he immediately spots not only the two matching Santa hats on his bed, but also the large Santa coat lying with one of the hats. “MC, do you honestly expect me to wear that ridiculous thing?”

MC steps up beside him and gives him their warmest smile. “Please, Lucifer?”

He narrows his eyes at them before huffing as he picks up the coat and puts it on, grumbling about it the whole time.

MC grins and grabs the two hats, placing one on their own head before placing the other on Lucifer’s, completing his look. “Maybe next year, I’ll get you to wear the beard, too.” They quip cheekily.

“Absolutely not.” Was the immediate response leaving the Avatar of Pride’s lips before they even got to finish their sentence. They laugh as he grabs the bag of presents at the end of his bed and the two head out of the room, heading down the hall.

Their first destination is the twin’s room. They slip into the room, the only noise in there are those of both of the demon’s snores. Out of the bag, Lucifer pulls out a cylindrical shaped present, the paper full of various sun-shaped patterns, and hands it to MC. Next, he pulls out a long, rectangular present covered in moon-patterned paper. The two of them approach the twins’ beds, MC setting Beel’s present on his night stand while Lucifer places Belphie’s present on the bed beside him. Right before they leave the room, they both smile at the youngest curling around his present in his sleep.

It’s Mammon’s room that they approach next, quietly opening the door as Lucifer pulls out a medium sized present in gold paper from his bag. MC walks to the end of Mammon’s bed and watches as Lucifer places the present on the pillow on the side of the bed opposite of where his brother is sleeping. The Avatar of Greed lets out only a snore as the two silently exit the room.

At Satan’s door, Lucifer is already handing over a green-wrapped package with a knowing look. MC resists the urge to laugh as they take it from him and open up the bedroom door, leaving it open as they walk over to Satan’s sleeping form and tuck the present right into the gap between his arm and the bed beneath him. The blonde stays silent in his slumber as they walk back to Lucifer and close the door behind them.

Next is Levi, the third oldest tucked away in his bathtub, reptilian tail wrapped around himself. His present is tucked into the curved space above his head, the Ruri Hana themed wrapping paper matching perfectly with the pillow he’s snuggled up with. Stepping away from the bathtub, the eldest brother walks over to the smaller fish tank on a table nearby and places a small, orange-wrapped package beside it. Even Henry 2.0 gets a present on Christmas. The Avatar of Envy tucks further into his blanket as they leave the room.

Then, finally, they enter Asmo’s room. His present is placed right in the center of his vanity, all bright pink paper and frilly ribbon bows. It fit in well with the room surrounding it, not looking anywhere near out of place. Asmo himself didn’t stir in the slightest, tucked in and content as they made their way back to the hallway once more.

MC followed behind Lucifer as he then headed back downstairs, expecting to follow him to possibly the kitchen or common room. However, they’re a bit surprised when Lucifer instead makes his way to their bedroom.

“What, sending me to bed early?” They ask jokingly, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughs softly, shaking his head as he opens the door. “Not quite.” He walks over to their bed and only then does the human notice one more present in the demon’s hand, wrapped in paper of their favorite color, which he places gently on top of their pillow. He then turns back towards them with an amused look in his eyes. “You’d better not open it until morning.”

It’s their turn to shake their head at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” They promise with a smile.

The two then start making way for the kitchen, hoping for one last cup of tea before bed, but when MC remembers the mistletoe hanging above the kitchen doorway, they stop, tugging Lucifer back to them. “Hold on, Mr. Claus. We have to follow the rules, don’t we?”

Lucifer lets out a rare snort of amusement. “Doesn’t that rule only apply if both people are stopped right under the mistletoe?”

MC grins at him. “And now we’re stopped under it, aren’t we?” They point out, grabbing hold of both sides of his fuzzy coat and moving closer. “So, where’s the kiss for Santa’s helper?”

He gives them a fond look before gently grabbing hold of their face and bringing them into a sweet, affectionate kiss, both of them letting out a happy hum as their lips connect.

A few feet down the hallway, a certain Avatar of Sloth shuffles forward slowly, rubbing at blurry eyes already trying to close again. In the little eyesight he currently has, he sees nothing more than two figures locking lips, one wearing the signature bright red coat of a familiar being.

“...Santa…?” The youngest mumbles.

The two others pull apart and turn to spot Belphie, MC smiling and walking up to him. “Hey, Belphie. Let’s make sure you get back to bed before you fall asleep again, okay?”

He blinks at them. “...MC…?” His eyes droop again.

MC laughs softly as they gently turn him around and nudge him forward gently, his shuffling already starting to take him back to his shared room with his twin as he heads back to the land of dreams.

Lucifer and MC watch him go before heading into the kitchen, continuing their night as they were before.

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[The Next Morning]

Belphie: I had the weirdest dream last night. I walked downstairs and MC was making out with Santa under one of the mistletoe in the hallway. Then MC told me to go back to bed. Then I woke up.

Mammon, appalled at the idea: Huh??

Asmo, interested: Oh~?

Beel, thoughtfully: Weird.

Satan, suspicious: …Are you sure it was a dream?

Belphie, considering: Well-

Mammon, jealous no matter what the answer is: It better just be a dream!

Levi, loudly: MC! Tell us! What were you doing last night??

Lucifer: *Walking into the room, hasn’t heard any of the conversation*

MC, smirking: Santa Claus.

*Chaos ensues*

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A/N: I had such a big smile while writing this, I love me some christmas fluff 💜 Shoutout to my twin brother @burningtrashgentlemen for helping me figure out a scenario, which he'll probably be doing with a lot of these, lmao. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you for reading!!

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radioactiveparker · 10 months ago

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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X F!Cheerleader!Reader

Part One - These Children That You Spit On

Chapter Summary - We meet five unlikely teenagers who have to spend the next eight hours in detention together. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Illusions to Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Dysfunctional Families / Kleptomania / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Sexual References / Stereotyping / Angst

Word Count - 6.6k

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hargrove Residence.

6:30am.

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"Billy, c'mon, I have to go."

You reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace of the covers, or at least attempted to. Billy kept the dead weight of his arm slung heavily around your waist, trapping you to the mattress. He released a groan of annoyance as he curled it around you and pulled you into him. You spared a few minutes to stay in his warmth and shed the sleep from your brain. The grey hues of wintry light cascaded onto the room through the gap in the curtain. The room was otherwise obscured from light, making it effortless to close your eyes and fall back asleep. You refrained, deciding to focus your ears instead. The familiar chirping of birds and the quiet hum of unfortunate morning commuters on their way to work on a Saturday morning had you sinking back into your pillow. The smell of brewing coffee reminded you to stay awake. Your eyes blinked open again, and you shuffled from underneath Billy's grasp. He groaned again, this time burying himself into your neck. You giggled, planted a kiss to his cheek, and rolled him off you.

You quickly jumped in the shower, saying good morning to Billy's little sister Max, who was making her way into the kitchen, along the way. You dressed in the bathroom, checking your watch before heading back into Billy's bedroom to say goodbye.

He lay on his front, eyes still closed, but his breathing told you that he was awake. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.

"Billy, I'm going now, but I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"

He said nothing. You couldn't suppress the disappointment that swept through you. You turned to leave when he softly grabbed your wrist. You smiled, thinking he was going to ask you to stay, or to give you a goodbye kiss, but his gripped tightened. Your heart dropped.

"Billy, you're hurting me."

"Where do you think you're going?" He stared you dead in the eyes.

You tried to pull away. "I told you yesterday, Billy. Mrs O'Donnell gave me a Saturday detention."

"No, where do you think you're going dressed like that."

You looked at your outfit. You wore the signature green and white of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad. A sleeveless modest style vest, worn with a turtleneck layer underneath, and a green pleated skirt with yellow striping around the hem. It rested just above your mid thigh, so you pulled your socks all the way up to your knees to keep warm. "I told my parents I had cheerleading practice, so they didn't think I had detention. You know this, Billy."

"Do I? Or are you going to see your precious King Steve again?" His grip tightened even further.

He had that crazy look in his eyes that made your entire body freeze. You stopped struggling. Your chest went tight, and suddenly, it was like trying to breathe in a sauna room.

Billy Hargrove was not fond of Steve Harrington, and last Thursday night, you had snook out to go to a party as his house. You had cancelled your plans with Billy last minute after Carol begged you to go with her (not that it took much convincing). It turned out that Billy had been invited to the party by one of his other friends, unbeknownst to you. And you made the mistake of lying to Billy and told him that you were sick.

The biggest mistake of your life.

He saw you there and started an argument that had the entire rooms eyes on the two of you. He had the same wild look in his eyes as he had now. He ended up punching Steve when he had come over to ask if everything was alright.

"I only went to that party for Carol. I didn't even speak to Steve."

"No? Because he seemed real friendly with you."

"He wasn't! Billy, please, I don't want anything to do with Steve. Just please let me go."

He released you harshly, and you immediately brought your wrist to your chest, rubbing the sore skin.

"Get out of my sight."

You scurried out the door with tears in your eyes.

Your first steps outside felt as though you were walking into the worlds largest refrigerator, though you were thankful it wasn't raining. You could do without the frozen shrapnel soaking you to the bone this morning. It had already started bad enough.

The sun had only just begun to rise, not having a chance to warm up the earth yet. Not that it would do much good. The temperature had been dropping more and more as the days went on, this morning being the worst yet. It had turned tomb-like silent outside with the exception of the crunching salt under your feet that had been newly laid to stop people from slipping on the first of winter's ice. A storm had come and gone the previous night, but the sky still hung sadly as a woollen grey shawl, bringing threat of another. The cold, however, was enough to calm you down. It felt refreshing after feeling suffocated in Billy's room.

You checked your watch again. You had twenty minutes to sneak back home and pretend that you had just woken up and got dressed for cheerleading practice.

You started running.

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hawkins High.

7:55am.

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You had made it home just in time before your parents woke up. You explained you were doing stretches in your room, which was why you were red-faced and slightly out of breath. They didn't seem to buy it, but the alternative presumption was far too embarrassing for them not to take your word for it.

Your father offered you a ride to school, but after that rather awkward first encounter with them this morning, you thought it best to walk. And you were glad you did because it didn't take long before they were arguing. Your mother red-faced and clutched onto the cross around her neck while your father rolled his eyes. To the outside world, it would seem that you had the perfect family, but that couldn't be father from the truth. A lot of the times when they argued, it would be over something petty, but all of a sudden, your name would be roped in, and the entire point of the argument seemed to vanish. You see, to them, you were leverage. As soon as you got a mention, they got the upper hand. They used you to get back at each other: a means to an end. Not intentionally, of course, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. It was nothing uncommon in your household, but that didn't mean you could stand to listen to it. You grabbed your coat and left as quickly as you could, neither of your parents noticing that you were gone as they continued to scream in each others faces.

By the time you made it to the schools entrance, you wished you had brought a change of clothes as ice shot through your veins and goose-pimpled your skin. You drew your coat closer to your chest, clenching and unclenching your gloveless fingers to keep the feeling in their tips.

As you bound up the schools steps like a heat-seeking rocket, the rubber tyres of a coffee brown BMW screeched to a stop. The sudden sound echoing across the empty school premises caused you to turn quickly. Through the windshield, you saw a man in a business suit at the wheel. Beside him was his eighteen-year-old son, Steve Harrington. Your heart raced when you saw him. You weren't expecting to see him here.

Billy isn't here. You told yourself in an attempt to calm your jangled nerves.

His hands gestured animatedly as he argued with his father. Their words were suppressed by the metal walls of the car, but you could surmise their level of volume by the thick vein protruding from Steve's neck. Then, their words exploded like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, piercing through the stillness of the morning as the door opened and Steve stomped out. Something along the lines of "No school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!". And just like that, their poor version of a conversation seized to exist by the single slam of a car door. Almost immediately, the car sped off, swerving around the parking lot like a maniac before disappearing. You stood in shock as Steve held his two middle fingers up at the abandoning vehicle. It was not a home life you would have pictured for King Steve. It was a rather unexpected display you had witnessed, but to Steve, it seemed like any other day. He jogged up the stairs, hands in his jacket pockets and sporting a healing split lip, looking so unaffected by the argument that you almost convinced yourself that you had imagined it.

He paused on the step behind you, finally noticing that you were there, but only for a split second, barely sparing you a glance before moving straight past you and through the doors. You felt heaviness in your chest. No "hello." Even a simple smile would have done. But you supposed they were reserved for his real friends. Sure, you and Steve knew each other - you had friends from the same group, and you had been to a few of his parties, but you hadn't even held a proper conversation with the guy - just dribs and drabs of small talk here and there, but he was nice.

Thoughts of Billy flashed through your mind. It seems as though Billy's appearance at his party the other day had left him wanting nothing to do with you. You understood why, Billy had caused quite the scene over nothing. But there was no reason why you should be punished for his actions. You shook the thoughts out of your head. It was nothing that you should dwell on, so you continued on into the school.

The halls looked strange without their usual morning bustle. The squeak of your sneakers against the freshly waxed floor echoed as you made your way to the school library. You could hear Steve's fast pace ahead of you. His blue, straight-legged jeans and pristine Nike sneakers strode out of your sight until you were left in silence. The silence felt so loud that it rumbled from the high ceiling. You were so sure it was the cause of the last light flickering at the end of the hall. Continuing forward, you took the first left and proceeded straight until you reached the double doors at the end. A flimsy banner hung from the tiled ceiling, "HAWKINS TIGERS ALL THE WAY," with a decent enough illustration of the school mascot, threatened to fall. You treaded lightly as you moved beneath it, holding your breath in fear that any sudden movement would cause it to fall down on you. You released it when you made it safely to the other side.

Your fingers traced along the lockers as you walked, reading the bits and pieces of graffiti as you went; 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' in scrawled handwriting, 'I hate Mondays' with drips of black paint streaking down some of the letters, and a cartoonish depiction of a weed leaf smoking a blunt which made you chuckle. You walked past a trophy case, eyeing the splendid totems of athletic and academic prestige alike. A picture of the basketball team in all their glory on the top shelf, another of the cheerleading squad, yourself included, and a grainy image of the physics club haphazardly chucked on the bottom. Your white sneakers squeaked once more as you pivoted to the right before making a final left to the pine doors of the library.

Before you were six tables placed into two rows of three, with three chairs sitting snugly behind each one. You were surprised to see Nancy 'goodie two shoes' wheeler sat at the front table, with her perfectly permed hair and fur-lined jacket still on her shoulders. You didn't think it was possible for Nancy Wheeler to get detention, but then again, the same could've been said about you. Steve had strangely enough sat on the same table as her, despite every other seat being completely free, leaving an empty chair between them so as not to make it weird. Neither of them spoke to each other and instead opted to sit in silence, fiddling with their finger nails or a loose thread on their jumper. As you took your first foot in, a tall, lanky girl with short, dirty blonde hair sped past you, mumbling a quick sorry when she nearly knocked you off your feet. This unorthodox first impression of the girl, who you had only ever seen around the school halls, had commenced quite the distaste for her already. She was red-faced and sweaty, carrying her thick winter coat over her elbow, undeterred by the chilly weather. The whites of her eyes almost blended with her rosy cheeks, bloodshot like she was holding back tears. She had been in a rush to get here and away from whatever had made her upset. You imagined that's what you must have looked like this morning, and you almost started to feel a little sorry for her. She took the middle table on the left side, dumping her coat on one chair before hiding her face in her arms. If you hadn't known any better, it looked as though she was trying to fall asleep on the table.

You made your way to the table to the right of hers, taking the seat on the furthest side. You kept your coat on for now but dumped your bag on the chair beside you. With a huff, you rested your head in the palm of your hands, watching the back of Nancy and Steve's heads.

The heavy weight of the library door forced its hinges to fold and close impulsively, and Eddie slipped through the crack before it closed all the way, because god forbid he wasted his energy on something as measly as opening a door. The pride in his face when he reached the other side was as if beating the door was life or death. Like he was Indiana Jones rolling under a trap door to avoid being impaled by spikes. All he needed was a wide-brimmed fedora.

You tensed at the sight of him. You had heard rumours that he was a Satan worshiper and that he would do casual rituals on the weekends. You didn't believe it, of course, Eddie was all bark and no bite, but that didn't make you feel any easier around him. Eddie was not a good person. He had been caught one too many times trying to sell weed to freshman because they were 'naïve and easy to upsell' or trying to get them to join his little Hellfire Cult. He would spit and hiss at the teachers, setting up traps in unsuspecting students' lockers, or even straight up stealing their locks so their personal belongings were out for anyone to see. He was like a snake. Once he caught his prey, he was coiling around it, pulling himself into it. Constricting, suffocating, waiting to ascertain it was truly dead before taking a bite. His scales came in the form of clinking enamel badges, and his words were the venom dripping from his tongue. To put it lightly, he was one big bully - a miscreant.

His kleptomaniac fingers touched practically everything he walked by: picking up flyers and not even bothering to read them before dropping them to the floor, unhooking the phone from the receiver so it dangled limply from the checkout desk, and pocketing a few pencils that are no doubt going to end up missing because Eddie Munson has never brought a pencil to school a day in his life. He walked slowly, confidently, giving everyone in the room time to become aware of his presence. You could feel him eyeing you up when he walked by. You met his stare like an owl, following until you couldn't turn your head any further. You weren't going to let him intimidate you and you wanted him to know it. It was the first time you had seen him wearing something other than his usual hellfire shirt and leather jacket. He had the same dark, denim jeans with the holes in the knees and once white reeboks, only this time he wore a black t-shirt with a thick winter coat in a matching colour. Red, plaid fabric peaked out from the confines of his coat. Sensibly, he had worn a shirt over top as an extra layer to keep warm. His footsteps were wide and languid as he moved to his seat, dumping himself on the table behind you and untangling his scarf from around his neck.

Just as everyone settled in, Principal Richard Higgins strode in, stopping dead centre in the mouth of the passageway between the two rows of tables. You tried not to laugh. Principal Higgins was a sight to behold, swapping his usual grey suit and tie for flamboyantly bright pink t-shirt a size too small for his pot belly, a casual white blazer, a pair of jeans and bold coloured sneakers. You didn't notice until now that he had the figure of a lollipop, round on top, but stick thin on the bottom. You understood now why he always wore a suit; it evened him out a bit. Though he did confirm the rumour that teachers were definitely not normal.

He glanced at his fancy watch. "I would first like to congratulate you all for being on time." Though it sounded more sarcastic than sincere.

He seemed to be looking straight at Eddie as he said that. Eddie only responded by kicking his feet up on the desk.

"Now, it is 8:02am. You have exactly eight uneventful hours to spend in each others company." He began pacing up and down the aisle with his chest puffed out in intimidation (well, as intimidating as a lollipop shaped man could be), slapping Eddies feet down as he did.

"You many not talk, you may not move from your seats -" He stopped at the weird girl who had nearly knocked you over and slapped a hand on the desk. She shot up with a gasp. "And you may not sleep."

"Today," He continued, marching to the front, "we're going to try something different. I want all of you to - uh?"

Principal Higgins dropped a stack of notebook paper on the nearest table and then made his way for the pot of pencils on the checkout desk. He paused in confusion when he saw the pot was empty; every pencil hiding snuggly in Eddie's pocket. You rolled your eyes as Eddie snickered behind you. There was a long pause of awkward silence as Principal Higgins made his way around the desk in search of more pencils. There were a few quiet grunts of effort and then a "Ah ha" before he appeared back in front.

"Right, I want all of you to write me an essay of no less than one thousand words describing to me who you think you are." He began handing out paper and pencils to everyone. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. Not a single word repeated a thousand times. Do you understand, Mr. Munson?"

"Mr. Munson understands, Principal Higgins." Eddie said.

Higgins ignored him. "Maybe you'll learn something about why you're here, and perhaps you'll decide whether or not you care to return."

Silence.

"I'll be across the hall in my office. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Questions?"

You saw Steve shake his head and catch Nancy shaking hers like she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Principal Higgins gave one solid nod to confirm that question and answer time was over before making his way towards the library doors.

"Yeah, I got a question."

He took a pause, hand clenched firmly on the door handle as he twisted around. He raised his brow at Eddie, already sick and tired of his antics.

"Does Don Johnson know that you raided his wardrobe?"

There were a few snickers, including you, trying to discreetly cover your mouth to hide your smile. Principal Higgins was undisturbed. There wasn't a thing Eddie could do or say that would insult him. At least, that's what he wanted him to think.

"You'll find out the answer to that next Saturday. Mr. Munson. Do you have anything else you'd like to say to impress these people?"

Eddie smirked, leaning across the table and clasping his hands. He accepted the challenge, staring the Principal dead in the eye. "You got any naked pictures of your wife?"

The Principal's face turned red, and he referred to him with a hateful look in his eyes. "You've just earned yourself another Saturday detention, Mister." He pointed.

His eyes scoured the room, looking for anybody else who would challenge him. "Does anybody else want to join him?

The laughing stopped.

"Didn't think so."

And with that, he left, leaving the door wide open to give him a straight view of the library through his office window. Eddie chuckled, resting his feet back on the table, clearly proud of the reaction he had gotten.

Then silence.

A lot of silence.

Eddie placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes like he was going to sleep. Nancy began fiddling with her pencil, thinking about how she was going to start her essay. Steve cracked his knuckles, and the other girl (who you had yet to learn the name of) just stared at her paper. You simply sighed, took off your coat, and began daydreaming about all the other ways you could've chosen to spend your Saturday.

The library was by no means modern, but the faculty seemed to have no appreciation for the sort of library they've been given and ungraciously added touches of their own. There was an ugly mix of deep mahogany and grey sheet-metal bookcases, a couple of fake plants collecting dust, and old academic trophies that probably haven't been touched since the sixties. There were posters, some painted, some printed, but most were horrifically Halloween themed, and a rather provocative David Hasselhoff calendar behind the front desk, which the librarian thought no one could see.

Those few times that you had actually stepped foot in the library, you noticed it was never truly quiet. There were always whisperings of students, the whirring of printers, and the clicking of keyboards and typewriters.

But today, a Saturday, with only five students bored out of their minds, it was truly silent.

The library was so quiet that you could practically hear the books ageing. The books consumed the noise, leaving you all in a suffocatingly awkward space of ineloquent glances. Broad daylight struggled to reach the room. Not that the sun was trying to, but the blinds sought out to fight against it anyway. Instead, it was the hanging lights above that lit the maze of a room. The soft lights were enough to put you to sleep. Your eyes were fluttering softly, your head drooping--

"Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream

Master, master!"

Your peaceful almost-slumber was rudely interrupted when Eddie opened his big mouth to sing that god-awful song. You had never listened to it in your life, but would gladly never listen to it again if it meant that Eddie would shut the hell up. You turned around to give him a glare of annoyance, and when you turned back, you noticed that the others had done the same. He peeked out through one eye, smirking at the look on everyone's faces, before continuing, only this time he was humming instead. Thank god.

"Shit!" Eddie sprang up, feet down, sitting up straight and alert. He startled you, and you turned again. "What are we supposed to do if we gotta take a leak?"

He pretended to undo his zipper, the childish act making you roll your eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go."

"Oh my god." Nancy looked like she was going to throw up. She turned and shielded her eyes.

"Try it, and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Steve threatened.

Eddie laughed, accomplishing his mission of upsetting the others. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're angry, big boy."

He turned his attention to the quiet girl sat adjacent to him. She shifted under his gaze.

"Hey Buckley," She turned with a look of boredom, like she was used to his antics, "why don't you go and close that door so I can get our little cheerleader here naked?"

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how quickly you turned to glare at him. "Don't even think about it asshole."

"Why you a virgin?"

"Fuck you."

"You're disgusting." Nancy added.

"Awe, I'm sorry, you feeling left out, Princess? There's plenty of me to go around. But I suppose if you don't want to wait your turn, I wouldn't say no to a three-way."

"Ugh, you're such a creep!"

"Listen, man, if you piss me off, you're totalled." Steve defended the two of you, though you felt it was more for Nancy's sake than yours.

"Totalled?"

"Totally."

"Just ignore him, Steve. Maybe he'll go away." Nancy suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face the front.

There was a pause. Their shoulders relaxed when they had thought Eddie had given up.

"Oh, so are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?" Eddie teased.

No reply.

"Steady dates?"

Silence.

"Lovers?"

Nancy continued to ignore him, but Steve smouldered with anger.

"Tell me, Princess, have you two played hide the sausage yet?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Hey, keep it down in there!" Higgins called from across the hall.

He rolled backwards on his office chair until the five of them came into view. They were all seated exactly how he left them. He rolled back out of sight.

Everybody visibly relaxed.

Eddie hid the shock of Nancy's outburst behind another annoying smirk.

"Just ignore him, guys." You advised. "He's only doing it to get a rise out of you."

"Sweetheart, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." He gave you a confident wink.

You hated that it made your cheeks flush with heat. You quickly turned before you gave him something else to tease you over.

"We gotta close them doors. How are we supposed to party with the old pinhead checking us out every two seconds?" Eddie stood from his seat and moved towards the doors.

"I don't think that's a good idea. The doors are supposed to stay open." This 'Buckley' opened her mouth for the first time since she's got here. Everybody looked at her bewildered.

It was only Eddie who didn't seem phased by this, but he still paused. "What do you mean 'supposed to'?"

"Vernon said, Dingus, and I really don't want to get on his bad side. I mean, Mrs. Clickety Clackety is already threatening me with suspension, and I can't afford that. How am I supposed to get accepted into any sort of college if I get suspended. They'll think I'm a horrible student, and I'll be one big massive reject and--"

"Whoa, Robin, slow down." Steve interrupted her breathless rambling. You were struggling to keep up with each word. She was talking so fast. Just total word vomit, like she'd been trying to keep it down since she got here and suddenly just projectiled everywhere. It didn't even occur to you then that Steve knew her name.

"So?" Was Eddie's only blunt reply.

"So, why don't you just shut up." Steve scowled. "There's four other people in here, you know? Stop thinking about yourself for once."

"Wow, you're a math wiz, Sporto. I bet you know your ABCs, too. See, I knew you were smart. You hide it well, Harrington." Steve grimaced at that. "I mean, let's face it, you gotta be smart to play basketball."

"Who are you to judge?" Steve challenged. "You don't even count. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

There was a twitch in Eddie's eye. He hated how that got to him, but he recovered swiftly. "Oh? Well, maybe I'll join the basketball team or the wrestling team? Or better yet, the student council, I think you'd like some of the ideas I have in mind for this place."

He moved slowly, intimidatingly to Steve's table, stopping in front of it before leaning down so he towered over Steve. He reminded you of an adult reprimanding a little boy. But Steve wasn't a little boy. He could hold his own.

"You could try, but they'd never take you."

"Damn, I'm hurt. truly." Eddie was definitely not hurt.

"Will you just stop? If you keep this up, Higgins is gonna come storming in here. I've got a game next Saturday, and I'm not gonna miss it because of you."

"Wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole game." Eddie feigned sympathy.

"You wouldn't know anything about it, Freak. You've never competed in your life."

"I know, and I feel all empty inside because of it." Eddie puffed his chest as if his heart was swelling with pride. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who toss balls into laundry baskets."

"Whatever, man. You don't have any goals."

"See, that's where you're wrong, I do have goals." Eddie paused in suspense, and Steve perked up a little in his seat. "My goal is to be exactly like you."

Steve slumped back and rolled his eyes. "You're worthless."

"I compete." Robin added after a beat. All eyes turned to her. You could tell she didn't like that much, but she continued anyway. "I'm in band, and I'm on the debate team, and I'm in the Latin club and chess team. This one time, with the debate team, we had this big banquet at the Hilton and we had to get dressed up. And, uh, I didn't have any shoes so I had to wear my mom's shoes. It was kind of weird because my Nana doesn't like when I wear other people's shoes. But, yeah. It's not athletic, but I compete in a lot of stuff."

"That's not the same, Rob." Steve sighed.

"You have to be a jock to compete?" Eddie confronted.

"I was talking about athletic competition."

"What's the difference?" You questioned. Everyone turned to you this time, but you kept your attention on Steve. You could see the proud smile on Eddie's face out of the corner of your eye.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said."

Eddie's eyebrow raised in amusement, enjoying someone else putting Steve in his place for a change. If he was being totally honest, Eddie didn't really have anything against Steve. Steve's friends, on the other hand, were a different story. Eddie found himself being hounded by Steve's friends more often than not, but Steve didn't actually do anything. But he didn't stop it either. Of all of them, he was the easiest to rile up, and Eddie couldn't help but cease the moment whenever he could.

Steve scoffed but bowed out of the conversation. "You're all fucked."

"Hey man, watch your mouth. There's ladies here remember? They don't appreciate you using a word like FUCK! in front of them." Eddie gestured to you. "I don't know if you know this, big boy, but her mother is a nun!"

It was true that your mother was a religious person, but she was certainly not a nun. "No she isn't."

"Sorry," He turned back to Steve. "Her father is a nun!"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped your lips. The sound caused a mischievous glint in Eddie's eyes. You hated it.

"Higgins is leaving." Nancy proclaimed suddenly.

Eddie paused with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, not wanting to get caught out of his seat. Everyone looked down the hall in time to see Principle Higgins exit his office, not even sparing them a glance. Eddie proceeded to the doors, peeking his head out to watch Higgins drink from the water fountain at the other end of the hall.

Eddie came back in the room. "We gotta move fast, the scumbag's just filling his tank."

Steve sent Nancy an annoyed look that said 'why did you have to tell him that?', causing her to shy away. She was already thinking the same thing herself. Eddie pulled a chair to the door, stood on it and took a guitar pick out of his pocket. With the guitar pick, he removed a screw from the door spring assembly. He jumped off the chair and the door closed behind him.

"That's not funny, man. Fix it."

"Please fix it." Robin pleaded.

"Am I a genius?" Eddie asked, though it was more of a brag than a question, as he quickly pushed the chair back to its rightful spot.

"No, you're an asshole."

There was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door and everyone rushed to act as casual as possible. Eddie quickly took his seat, only this time he sat next to you. You tensed uncomfortably, smelling the faint cigarette smoke on his coat. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. You just prayed that Higgins wouldn't notice he swapped seats.

The door busted open.

"Why is this door closed?" There was fury in his eyes.

Everyone remained silent, avoiding meeting his eyes. Steve turned to look at Eddie as if deciding the best way to rat him out.

Eddie jumped in before he could say anything. "How should we know, we're not supposed to move, right?"

Higgins singled out Steve, obviously noticing how he had looked at Eddie. "Why is that door closed?"

Steve looked to Eddie once again. You were cringing at how obvious he made it. You could feel Eddie shaking his leg under the desk. A nervous habit? Perhaps Eddie was afraid to get caught. Or he was just furious at Steve for even thinking about being a snitch. He lowered his eyes at Steve, a glare that said, 'Go on, I dare you'. Steve backed down.

"We were just sitting here. Like we're supposed to." Nancy answered for Steve, who was taking a suspicious amount of time to reply.

"The wind must've blew it." Robin added.

"It just... closed, Sir." Steve reluctantly agreed.

Principal Higgins eyed Eddie anyway and pointed a thick sausage finger. "This looks like the mindless sort of crap you'd find amusing, Munson."

"I think a screw fell out of it. I heard something that sounded like a screw falling out." Eddie tried to persuade.

"Yeah, right. Give me the screw."

"I don't have it."

"Am I going to have to turn you upside down and shake you?"

"I don't have it, Sir. Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."

"Give it to me, Munson."

He smiled suggestively. "Where do you want it?"

"With all due respect, Principal Higgins," you interrupted before he made things worse for himself. "Why would somebody steal a screw?"

Eddie looked at you in surprise, but you made it clear to him that you didn't do it because you liked him. Higgins walked back to the door.

"How do your parents put up with you, Munson?"

"They gave up on me a long time ago, Sir." He said it with such sincerity that your heart actually ached for him.

Higgins opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He realised how pointless it was to go after him. Instead, he went to the door, trying his luck at opening it and hoping it stayed that way. It didn't. He tried again, this time grabbing a chair to hold it open.

"That won't work. The door is way too heavy."

Higgins ignored Eddie. He pushed the chair against the door and let go. It threw the chair across the room, and the door slammed with an echoing bang. There were a few gasps of surprise and snorts of laughter.

Higgins fumed, eyeing the room for a solution. "Harrington, get up."

Steve unwillingly got up from his seat as the Principal directed him to grab one end of a bookcase.

"How come he gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy!"

You elbowed Eddie's side to shut him up. He wasn't making this better for himself, which would no doubt end up with all of you getting punished. The two of them heaved together, and Steve actually ended up doing most of the work. The odd book fell to the floor, nearly tripping them up as they hefted it along slowly. They struggled for a few more minutes to slide the bookcase over to the door. Only when they finally got it in place did Eddie open his mouth again.

"That's very clever, Sir. But what if there's a fire?"

Higgins hadn't thought of that, but he didn't let it show.

"I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children is unwise at this juncture in your career, Sir." Robin chimed in and then sunk back in her seat under the Principal's stare.

Higgins turned back to Steve. "Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here, for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!"

Steve wanted to kill Eddie for opening his big mouth and then Robin for supporting him. The two of them struggled again to move it back to its original place. Once done, Steve sat back down with bated breaths.

Principal Higgins started towards Eddie, sweat dripping from his forehead, despite barely lifting a finger. "You're not fooling anybody, Munson. The next screw that falls out will be you."

Eddie muttered under his breath. "Eat my shorts."

"What was that?" Higgins barked.

"Eat. My. Shorts."

"You've just bought yourself another detention, Mister."

"Ugh, I'm crushed." Eddie faked a wince.

"You just bought yourself another."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that."

"Another."

"Hmm, beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar."

"Another."

You looked at Eddie fearfully. He was getting absolutely slaughtered by Principal Higgins. Although, no matter how much you dislike him, you couldn't help but be moved by his defiance.

"Cut it out." You whispered to him.

He ignored your plea, keeping up his front. He wasn't going to let this scumbag of a Principal break him. Not in front of the others, and, for reasons Eddie didn't quite understand yet, certainly not in front of you. He dared Higgins to give him another.

"Okay, Munson, your ass is mine for the next two months."

"I'm thrilled."

"You sure would like everybody to think that, wouldn't you? Maybe if you spent more time trying to do something with yourself and less time trying to impress people, you might be better off." Higgins brought his attention back to everyone else. "I'm not gonna put up with any more crap from any of you. Next time I have to come in here, I'll be coming to crack skulls."

He set his threat with a hard, angry glare and finally left the room.

The silence set in once again.

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 3 months ago

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"have you heard abt THE Donna ff writer?" You'd be the first person that comes to mind. NWAYS HII<33 Ur last ff abt feral Donna was absolutely chefs kiss and I was wondering if u could write sumn like Donna usually being the top but since it's Donna's bday, reader wanted to like give Donna a teeny tiny lil gift but she has no idea what to give so she turned to our trusty red head (Dani) and Dani was like "Oh yea u should tots tie urself up w a nice red ribbon, nakey nakey w a bow on top and a lil note for her" SO BAM. Gift idea for our lovely doll maker <3 G!P maybe if that's cool? OH OH feral Donna, like absolutely 100% feral

Yesss!!!! Thank you for being here for all this time :D, and for your request, you were so kind!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

A special gift

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, Donna being Donna

Word count: 7,767

Summary: You wanted to surprise her...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) Have a happy weekend everyone!!!

Normally, meetings with friends didn't last that long, but that party had a special touch, and you didn't think too much about the time. The dim light of one of the lamps in the living room told you that, as you suspected, she was waiting for you.

Thinking that for once Donna had relaxed and simply gone to bed was just an illusion. On one hand, you wished that on one of your nights out you would return to a dark mansion just to curl up in bed next to her sleeping body, but on the other hand, you felt a certain romantic spirit when you saw the lady in black always waiting for you, always worried about you.

You rolled your eyes and walked slowly, comforted by the warmth of the mansion that had long since become your home, and you walked to face, surely, a wave of curiosity and questions from the doll maker.

The sight before you made you stop and bite your lip. Donna was on the couch, lying innocently with her eye closed and deep breathing, a book on her lap.

You sighed tenderly, quietly approaching the lady and sitting next to her while resting a hand on her shoulder.

“Donna, honey…” you whispered, trying not to disturb her too much, moving her body gently to her to react.

“Mm?” she groaned, shaking her head and frowning, not fully awake. “Chi…?”

“Hi, my love,” you whispered as you saw her open her eye and shake her head, running a hand through her hair.

“(Y/N),” she said, sitting up while rubbing her eye, looking at you a little confused. “Finally.”

“Sorry I was late,” you said, rubbing her back affectionately as she tried to awkwardly come back to reality.

“Yes, I…” Donna murmured, regaining consciousness. “It's late, isn't it?”

“I'm sorry,” you said in an apologetic tone.

“I was worried,” the lady whispered, with a look that was meant to be somewhat intimidating. “I've been waiting for you for hours.”

“Don't exaggerate,” you joked, shaking your head and stealing a quick kiss on her lips. “Besides, I've told you many times that I don't need you to wait for me.”

“And I've told you many times that I'll wait for you if I want,” she said, crossing her arms, grumbling. “Why did you take so long? Do you know how worried I was?”

“Donna, you were asleep,” you said amused, resting the head on your hand and blinking petulantly.

“I wasn’t,” Donna said, shaking her head immediately and looking for something with her eye. “I was reading, see?” she said proudly, showing you the book and arching her eyebrow, satisfied.

You nodded suspiciously, looking at the aforementioned book more closely. You laughed shyly when you noticed a detail and reached out your hand towards it, turning it so that it was in the correct position.

“Better this way, isn't it?” you teased cautiously, making the lady frown and her cheeks take on a subtly reddish color.

“Mm,” she murmured, closing the book and looking at you with a fiery eye, crossing her arms. “Well, okay, I was asleep, but that doesn't excuse you for being late.”

“Sorry, mom,” you joked again, rolling your eyes and bringing your lips closer, stealing another kiss, this time a deeper one that made your girlfriend smile, even if it was in a discreet way.

“Have you had a good time without me?” she asked ironically, moving away from your tempting kisses.

“Donna…” you sighed. “Today has been a tiring day, we better go to bed so you can… keep reading,” you said, pinching her cheek affectionately and trying to get up, an attempt frustrated by a hand on your wrist.

“Un attimo, tesoro,” she interrupted, pulling you up. “You know what? I was dreaming about you.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, blinking petulantly, with an amused smile. “What were you dreaming about?”

The lady in black smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye before kissing you eagerly, hungry for the moisture of your lips on hers. You laughed at that sudden effusiveness and played along without saying anything.

The kisses didn’t last long, as, with an impatient gasp, the brunette moved her hands on your body to turn you around and put you face down on the couch.

“I've missed you so much,” the lady whispered in your ear, slipping her hands under your dress, pushing your underwear aside with a perfect movement as her body moved ever closer to yours. “Dolcezza…”

“Um, Donna, wait,” you said, turning your gaze away slightly, something she prevented with a soft hand that returned your gaze to the front, while her naked erection began to play with your entrance.

“Shh, let me show you my dream,” she whispered in a voice filled with passion, with that eagerness to take you that seemed not to want to leave her mind.

Without showing any doubt at your clear words, Donna slowly entered your wetness, making you make a strange grimace at that intrusion for which you were, unfortunately, too tired.

“Donna, wait,” you said cowardly fleeing from her shaft and turning around while you put your underwear back in place. “I'm just… too tired for this.”

“Tired?” the lady asked, bewildered, looking down at her quivering erection. “W-Well, it'll just be a moment,” she said with a nervous smile, trying to turn your body again.

“No, I…” you said, breaking free from her hungry grip and putting some distance between the two of you. “Donna, not now, okay? I don't think I would enjoy it properly.”

“Why not?” Donna asked frowning. “Please, just a little…” she pleaded with her best emotional blackmail face, one you had become immune to long ago. “I need you.”

“No, um…” you said, looking down and moving your hands to her shaft, putting it back in its place and pulling up the black skirt. “I'm sorry, Donna, but not now.”

“You do nothing but reject me, you don't want to make love to me anymore,” she protested, crossing her arms again, moving uncomfortably as she felt imprisoned.

“It's not that, honey,” you explained in a calm tone. “It's just that you're… inopportune.”

“I'm inopportune,” she said repeating your words mockingly, to which she got up as well as you, who pulled her arm so she wouldn't leave.

“Come on, don't be mad,” you purred, putting a hand on her cheek. “Let's see, do you want me to touch you?”

“No,” Donna answered dryly, accepting your caresses, but in a slightly reluctant way. “I can do that myself.”

“Well, it's not the same,” you suggested, running a hand through the bulging fabric of the dress. “Sit down and I'll help you with this.”

“I said no, I want you, but obviously you don't,” she protested, pushing your hand away. “Besides, it’s getting soft.”

“As you wish,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Don't hold a grudge against me, I promise that tomorrow we'll do whatever you want, or better, you'll do whatever you want to me... -Is that okay with you?”

“Whatever I want?” Donna said, turning her gaze to yours, with a smile she was unable to hide. “Even...?”

“Yes, my love, whatever you want,” you said, biting her earlobe and grabbing her waist. “But now let's go to bed, okay?”

Donna nodded, giving you a quick kiss, with hunger and lust slowly disappearing from her gaze. Her desire to take you, to possess you in the most carnal way possible was something you had been living with for a long time, something you didn't dislike at all, of course.

You were nothing but the Duke's assistant, in charge of carrying the villagers' orders from one place to another.

That was in the past, of course, since, when you met Donna Beneviento, the village Lord, a mysterious and dangerous woman, you stopped doing it. It wasn't difficult to maintain a kind of strange relationship with her, to get, sometimes insisting, words out of her mouth.

Donna seemed fascinating to you, a tormented but terribly intelligent and cultured woman. Her hobbies weren't terrorizing villagers or plotting to try to do as much damage as possible to people's minds, no. Donna liked to read, listen to classical music, make her dolls in the most perfectionist way possible…

Of course, it was far from the rumors that surrounded her, and discovering it was a complete change in your mind, as well as in your feelings. The lady's loneliness forced her to accept your company without complaining too much, begging you to stay a little longer, just a little longer.

It was only a matter of time before those mornings and afternoons of chats and hot teas led to something more. She was... a beautiful woman, even if she insisted on denying it. Seeing that damned black veil disappear from her face made you understand that your feelings had nothing to do with pure friendship or the admiration of a villager towards a Lord.

Love came that way, with a chaste and shy kiss, a kiss on her lips, those that almost no one had ever seen, much less kissed. The scar on her face was just an unimportant feature, which did not eclipse her features, some that seemed perfect to you.

The Black Gods, the gratitude and mercy of Mother Miranda not only changed that, but also her body. Donna was ashamed of it, especially when you realized what the change was exactly, although, in a way, she had already gotten used to it.

Naturally, you didn't care. You loved her, you loved Donna just the way she was and the rest didn't matter at all.

Thus a romantic relationship was created that you never expected to have, a few wonderful months full of love and passion, the best stage of your life, one that you would never let end. Two years later, you were still in the mansion, although the passage of time ceased to have any importance for you.

You had secretly promised to make up for your tiredness from that night the next day, but fate seemed not to want that wet and burning passion to envelop your bodies.

It was an evil coincidence, but that morning, you woke up with a terrible headache that prevented you from fulfilling her wishes. Obviously Donna, feeling rejected once again, could not hide a certain annoyance, but she was always understanding, sweet and loving.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, resting a hand on your shoulder while you drank the tea she had prepared during breakfast.

“Mm, better, thank you, darling,” you said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it slowly, grateful for her care. “You should sell this tea to the Duke, it's really good.”

Donna laughed proudly at her little experiments, and sat in front of you to have a quiet breakfast.

“You should take care of yourself, and not go out at night, you might be hatching something,” Donna commented, pouring herself some coffee.

You shook your head, knowing that this was a clumsy attempt to prevent your nocturnal escapades. No matter how much time passed, you were unable to fully control her jealous and possessive attitude.

It could be considered a sign of danger, but you knew that this behavior lacked true malice and was due to all those years of loneliness. Maybe you could never get rid of it, but you were beginning to know how to tame it.

“No, I think it's the change of weather, it's always been awful for me,” you said, relieved that the pain was easing thanks to that remedy. “Besides, you know that I don't usually go out at night, yesterday was a special occasion. It was Oksana's birthday.”

“Oksana is…” Donna murmured, frowning in an amused manner, mocking her own jealousy.

“The girl who came that day to get a doll for her little sister, you know, my childhood friend and…” you answered with a tender smile, finishing your tea.

“Yes, yes, yes, I know who she is,” she said, shaking her head. “So it was her birthday.”

“Yes,” you answered dryly, nodding and resting a hand on your forehead.

“I don't understand. Does she need to have a party for that? It's an absurd reason,” the lady said, looking at her cup, talking naturally, with that innocence of hers that seemed adorable to you.

“Absurd?” you asked, tilting your head. “People usually like to celebrate their birthday. Me too, remember?” you said amused, showing the nice, and expensive, bracelet she gave you that day.

“You're my girlfriend, of course I want to celebrate the day you were born,” Donna said, with a serious, but relaxed tone.

“Mm, I guess that's romantic,” you murmured, arching your eyebrows, making her return one of your favorite smiles. “Hey, now that you mention it…” you said thoughtfully, after holding her gaze for a few seconds. “I've been here for a couple of years, but you've never told me what day your birthday is.”

Donna glanced at you briefly, fleeing from your inquisitive eyes immediately and focusing on a plate of breakfast sweets.

“Mi passi un cornetto?” she asked, completely ignoring your question.

You shrugged, kindly bringing one of the croissants closer to her and scrutinizing the lady with your gaze.

“Thank you,” she whispered, fleeing from your observant eyes.

“Donna, uh, I asked you a question,” you said amused, arching your eyebrows.

“Yes, and I'm ignoring it, tesoro,” she whispered, with an almost amused tone.

“Why? Why don't you want to tell me when your birthday is?” you asked again, shaking your head.

“Because it doesn't matter, (Y/N),” Donna explained, taking a bite of the croissant. “Mm, it has just the right amount of sugar…”

“Just the right amount of sugar,” you repeated incredulously, crossing your arms. “Come on, Donna, I'd like to know.”

“When they make you think that eternal life is a blessing, they say it as if they really believe it that way, but it isn’t, (Y/N),” the lady explained, with an informal, but somewhat broken tone.

“Watching time going by or counting the years ceases to matter to someone like me. Looking in the mirror and remembering how many years have passed since I was born is just a small reminder that eternal life is not a blessing, but a curse.”

“Wow... that's philosophical,” you said in a whisper, understanding what her motives were.

“A birthday is just a countdown for everything I love to disappear, and that's you. I just don't want to think about it,” she said, with a much darker and serious voice.

“W-Well, that's natural,” you commented, looking at the ceiling. “But I'd still like to know, even if it's just to have a nice detail with you.”

“All I want is to have you by my side, (Y/N), that's enough,” the brunette said, reaching out her hand to yours and running her thumb over your skin.

“You're not going to tell me, are you?” you asked with a sigh, giving in to her stubbornness.

“You should eat one croissant,” she said, smiling and letting you know she was ignoring you again.

“Very well, as you wish, Donna,” you said in a cocky tone. “I'll find out by myself.”

“Good luck with that, tesoro,” she said amused, winking at you, to which you responded with a mocking smile.

After breakfast, as usual, Donna went down to the workshop to immerse herself in her addiction to making dolls, leaving you alone, leaving before you a perfect opportunity to begin that curious investigation.

You were going to start by searching in the attic, on the shelves, for some clue about the day the love of your life came into the world, but it seemed, of course, to be a long and tedious search.

As you ran a hand through your hair, with your head still throbbing but relieved, you saw with your gaze a perfect target, a much simpler way to find out that particular piece of information.

In an armchair, distracted as always, was the Angie doll, the inseparable companion and sinister and irreverent counterpart of the lady in black.

The puppet liked you, even if she refused to admit it, and besides, she knew a lot of things about Donna. It wasn't the first time you approached her cautiously to get information.

“Angie, my friend,” you said with an exaggerated smile, sitting on one of the arms of the chair. “What is my favorite doll doing?”

“Oh, it's you,” Angie said, looking at you briefly. “I'm contemplating the futility of space time and thinking that we are just a black dot in the middle of an unknown universe…”

“What?” you asked, frowning in amusement.

“What do you think I'm doing, silly? Nothing, I’m bored as always, don't ask absurd things,” the doll answered, moving the joints in an exaggerated way.

“Oh, you're bored…” you sighed, nodding slowly and avoiding your face to betray the satisfaction at that opportunity.

“Hey, don't you have to make babies with Donna?” she rebuked, pointing at you unpleasantly. “I hope once and for all I can have someone to really play with and not two clingy fools.”

“Um…” you murmured, blinking surprised by her irreverence, shaking your head, recovering your intentions. “Yes, well, I was thinking of something more… immediate to relieve your tormenting boredom.”

“Oh, do you want to stop being boring and play hide and seek with me?” the doll asked, standing up and tilting her head. “I knew that one day I would convince you.”

“Not exactly,” you said with raised eyebrows, getting up and walking towards a small box that was on a table, taking something out of it. “I know Donna won’t let you play with this, but… Donna’s not here,” you hissed, amused, showing the puppet one of the brunette’s balls of wool, Angie’s favorite toy.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Angie said, jumping up and down on the couch. “Is that a forbidden ball? For me? You’re the best silly girl in the world.”

“Yes, yes…” you said, moving your hand so the doll couldn’t reach the object. “But…”

“Oh, of course there is a but,” Angie said, growling in frustration. “I should have guessed you’d try to bribe me.”

“Does it work?” you asked, amused, moving the ball as Angie followed it with her gaze, mesmerized. “I think so…”

“What do you want this time?” Angie asked, crossing her arms.

“Nothing, just a silly thing, I want you to tell me what day Donna's birthday is,” you said casually, playing with the threads of the ball.

“November 15th,” Angie said without thinking too much, making you open your eyes wide. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now, silly, or I'll tell Donna.”

“That easy?” you asked a little surprised, reaching out your hand towards the doll, who wasted no time in snatching the ball from you triumphantly. “Oh, wait, that's next week.”

Naturally, Angie was too busy with the ball of yarn to pay any attention to you, and the answer you got was more of a problem than a relief. Her birthday was too close and your resources were quite limited.

Knowing it became a problem, since, no matter how much you thought of a thousand things to give her, nothing seemed right. Donna came from an extremely wealthy family, had everything she needed and wasn’t a capricious woman at all.

After giving it a lot of thought, you came to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to go to the village and ask the Duke about what Donna might like, since that fat merchant seemed to have a lot of information about the Lords, perhaps more than you would like.

But leaving the mansion freely was a bit risky, since the sick mind of the lady in black could play tricks on her, driving her crazy. You needed a plan, a good plan.

The lady in black returned shortly after, while you, somewhat nervous, searched your head for an excuse to leave there discreetly. You didn't like lying to Donna, but you only did it when it was for a greater good, much greater.

After a few kisses and the doll maker telling you what porcelain friend she had created that time, you got up and grabbed your coat, leaving the woman hesitant and curious.

“Tesoro, are you going somewhere?” she asked, approaching you and playing nervously with her hands.

“Yes, I'm going to the castle,” you answered naturally. “I'm going to get wine, didn't I tell you?”

“No,” Donna answered coldly. “To the castle?”

“To get wine,” you repeated with an amused smile.

“Vino,” she said, blinking in confusion. “We don't need wine.”

“Look at that bottle, it's almost empty and eating without wine is blasphemy, Donna,” you said, pointing at your scapegoat, a bottle that barely had a quarter of red liquid left.

“Yes, but… I think there's another one,” she said, walking to a cupboard and taking out a closed bottle. “See? This one's full.”

Shit, you thought, you'd have to improvise.

“Oh, can I take a look?” you asked innocently, causing the lady to hand it to you with a frown.

Taking a breath and pretending to read the label, you let the bottle slip through your hands, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

“Gods!” you screamed, putting a hand over your mouth to hide your lie. “Donna, I'm so sorry, it slipped from my hands and…”

“Wait, get out of the way, you could cut yourself,” the lady said, moving you away from the pieces of glass. “I-It's okay, tesoro…”

“I'm so sorry darling, I'll pick it up right away,” you said, pretending to walk towards the elevator, stopped, obviously, by her hand on your arm.

“No, no, I'll do it, I don't want you to hurt yourself, you… well, be more careful, okay?” she said, shaking her head.

“Silly, you clumsy silly!” Angie said, comically wrapped in colorful wool threads.

It seemed that everything was going perfectly, since the doll quickly caught the attention of the lady, who was left open-mouthed.

“Angie! Did you steal another ball?” she asked, walking towards the doll, which ran away from her, laughing amused. “Angie, vieni qui!”

“Well, it seems you are busy so I better go to the castle, huh?” you said in a cocky tone, taking advantage of the fact that the lady was chasing her doll.

“Yes, go,” she said nervously, trying comically to grab Angie.

The truth is that you were very lucky, but you couldn't say the same about your encounter with the Duke. Getting information out of that greedy fat man was complicated, even if one day he was your boss. After insisting, and telling him the reason for your interest, he felt satisfied enough to give you some ideas.

A bracelet, similar to the one you wore, seemed like something suitable for her, like a symbol of union you thought she might like. Once you had spent your lei, you set off towards Dimitrescu Castle to validate your alibi, being greeted by the always seductive lady in white, Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Well, well, Donna's little bird is knocking on my door,” the Lord said, looking at you as if she were undressing you with her eyes, something that, over time, you got used to.

“Hello, I came to ask if you could give us some wine, the last bottle broke and…” you said nervous, intimidated.

“Please, you don't have to ask for that, my dear,” Alcina said, stepping aside so you could enter the castle and follow her.

It didn’t take long for you to reach a room full of wine bottles. The lady in white began to study them.

“It does not matter too much what wine it is,” you said to break that tense silence.

“It does matter, my dear, the wine always matters. It is not the same a tinted water to wash down a piece of bread than an elegant and fine red wine to savor on a special occasion,” Alcina explained, looking at some bottles.

“W-Well, I guess so,” you said with a shy smile, to which the lady responded with a sensual laugh and a look that you masterfully avoided.

“I think Donna had a thing for this 78 Regina Rose… or so I seem to recall,” she murmured.

“T-Thank you,” you said blushing.

“My lady,” one of the maids said, entering the room.

“Irina… I'm busy…” the lady murmured, disinterestedly. “Do you mind?”

“Yes, I'm sorry my lady, but, but it's just that…” the girl said, lowering her head and looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “A lycan has sneaked into the vines again and…”

“Oh, Gods, those damn beasts,” Dimitrescu growled, shaking her head. “Excuse me, (Y/N), I have some urgent business, I'll be back soon. In the meantime, take a look, take the wine you want.”

“Okay,” you said, while the lady, with one last seductive smile, left you alone in the room.

You looked at the bottles in silence, trying to let the wisdom about wine come to your mind on its own. You couldn't stay like that for long either, as the familiar buzzing of a black fly began to torment your ears.

“Hi, hi,” she said when that cloud of insects materialized, scaring you.

“Ah, Daniela!” you shrieked in fright, causing a bottle of wine to slip from your hands, being saved at the last moment by Alcina's daughter, who picked it up with a graceful movement.

“Did I scare you? Sorry,” she said amused, leaving the bottle on the table. “I can't help but enjoy those beautiful eyes of terror…”

“Um, yes,” you said amused, catching your breath. “I'm still not used to it.”

“What are you doing here, Donna's girlfriend?” the vampire asked, with a sinister smile, sitting on top of the table. “It's not usual for you to come alone. My mother would have already attacked you if it weren't for the fact that you're Donna's.”

“Um, yeah...” you said, nodding as you arched your eyebrows. “I've always been reckless,” you joked, knowing that the three Dimitrescu sisters appreciated you enough to not want to play with you like they did with their maids. “I came because we're out of wine.”

“Mm, that sounds like a lie... I can smell it on you...” she murmured, making you step back.

“What? How do you know?” you asked, surprised by that unknown ability.

Daniela laughed out loud, putting an arm around your shoulders in an overly effusive hug.

“I didn't know that, you just told me,” Daniela laughed amused. “I'm very good at bluffing.”

“Yes…” you murmured, embarrassed for not having seen it coming. “Okay, actually I came to have an alibi because… well, I bought this for Donna.”

You took the small box out of your pocket, showing it to the young Dimitrescu, who came closer to see it.

“Wow… it shines,” she said in an innocent way. “Aunt Donna is going to be very happy… Is it your anniversary or something?”

“No, I want to surprise her,” you explained.

“Oh, how romantic,” Daniela said, putting her hands together and blinking mockingly. “I see everything is going perfectly with her. If it weren’t I'd have to kill you,” she threatened with a sinister smile, making you nervous.

“Um...” you murmured, looking at the door and wishing the lady in white would appear again.

“It was a joke, silly,” she said, spreading her arms and laughing comically again. “Or is something wrong?”

“What? No,” you said too abruptly, shaking your head effusively.

“Uh... you're lying,” Daniela hissed, getting uncomfortably closer to you.

“I'm not lying,” you said, sure of yourself, but unable to prevent the memories of the last few days from passing through your head.

Yes, it had been a series of stupid and annoying coincidences, but you couldn't stop thinking about each of your rejections towards her, about how disappointment shone in her eye when you didn't let her take you.

“But…” the vampire insisted, tilting her head. “Come on, you can trust me.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, giving up. “Look, it's not that something serious is happening or anything like that, it's just that…”

“It's just that…” the redhead repeated, blinking impatiently.

“Ugh, okay, lately we haven't… we haven't been able to…” you hesitated, seeing that sinister girl as a kind of improvised confidant.

“Are you talking about fucking?” Daniela said, finishing the sentence for you, although in a much more rude way. “Oh, tell me, tell me.”

“Yes, um, I don't know, it may seem stupid, but it's just that a lot of things have happened and always prevent us from doing it. I haven't been feeling well lately and with the meetings, my commitments and the dolls, we haven't had much time for… for that,” you confessed with your head down, leaning on the table.

“Do you have something against Aunt Donna?” Daniela asked darkly, narrowing her eyes. “They’re too many coincidences.”

“I know it seems like I'm rejecting her on purpose, but believe me, that's not the case. I love Donna and I like… everything about her,” you said with a defensive tone, knowing you were telling the truth. “She doesn't show it, but I think she's angry with me.”

“I'm not surprised,” the young Dimitrescu sighed. “My mother says that sex makes you happier, you know…”

“Oh,” you said, unable to give another answer “Well, she's right about that. Donna likes it… too much.”

“Of course she does, like everyone, (Y/N),” the girl said, nodding amused. “I remember my mother telling Donna that her mood would improve if she let one of the maids suck her…”

“Hey!” you squealed, putting your hands in a defensive gesture, trying to forget what she was saying. “Okay! Okay! I don't want to know,” you said, displeased by that insinuation.

“What? She always said no,” Daniela said, unfazed by your exaggerated reaction. “My aunt is quite the romantic, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have needs. Besides, you shouldn't be that boring.”

“Boring? Me?” you said, pointing at yourself, indignant. “Look, I'm not telling you anything because Donna would kill me, but I assure you that I'm not boring in bed. What I'm telling you is that a series of things have happened and they prevented me from doing it.”

“Well, well… don't be like that, little bird,” Daniela sighed, with an exaggerated gesture of surrender. “Is that bracelet to try to fix it?”

“No, it's her birthday’s gift,” you explained, shaking your head.

“Donna has a birthday?” she asked curiously, leaning next to you.

“Of course she has, like all the people” you said, frowning.

“Honestly, I'd never thought about it, but if that involves receiving gifts and playing with maids... well, I could make up that I have a birthday too. I'm sure my sisters would agree,” Daniela said, rubbing her hands. “Are you going to give her that? I guess she'll like it.”

“Yes, I hope so,” you said, taking out the small box again and becoming somewhat thoughtful. “Or maybe she won’t, I don't know, maybe it's not enough. I'd like to be able to give her something else, something more personal…”

“Well, you've been lucky, (Y/N),” the young woman said with a smug look.

“Lucky?” you asked confused.

“Yes, because Daniela Dimitrescu is here by your side to give you some good ideas,” she said, arching her eyebrows. “Believe it or not, I’m good at gifts.”

“Great,” you whispered discreetly. “But I need it to be something… I don’t know, a small detail that isn’t as stupid as a bracelet, something that really matters to her, something that she wants…”

“Come on, say it,” Daniela said, nudging you slightly.

“What?” you asked, unable to help but laugh softly at that overwhelming personality.

“If you want my advice, I’d like to hear: Daniela, please, can you tell me some ideas to surprise Donna? You’re my last hope…”

“Do I have to say that?” you asked amused, shaking your head. “Isn’t it okay if I ask you kindly?”

“Okay, it’s okay… this time,” Daniela said, clapping her hands and looking at the ceiling, humming as she thought. “Let’s see, let’s see, a personal gift… For Aunt Donna… Oh, oh, oh, I got it.”

“That fast?” you asked surprised while the vampire nodded childishly.

“Simple problems, simple solutions,” she said, speaking with a certain pride that made you laugh again.

“Okay, and what is that simple solution? I only have a week and…” you said, letting the girl suddenly drag you across the room until you were in front of a nearby mirror.

“You have it there, right there,” Daniela said, pointing at the mirror. “You still don't get it, huh? You, (Y/N), you are the gift.”

“Me?” you asked, shaking your head confused by her abstract words. “Okay, I don't understand you.”

“It's very clear, silly,” she sighed, grabbing you by the shoulders and looking at your reflection. “You are what she wants the most right now, or so you told me... so... why not become her gift?”

“Explain, I'm not having my best day,” you said, scratching the back of your neck.

“Let's see, it's easy, all you need is red ribbon around your body,” the vampire explained, running her hands around your waist uncomfortably. “A note... oh, and a beautiful bow on your head.”

“Um...” you murmured.

“Well, don't forget t that you have to be nakey, nakey” she whispered amused, arching her eyebrows.

“What do you say?” you asked blushing. “How am I going to do that? It's... it's...”

“It's a great idea, I'm sure Donna is dying to unwrap her present, and you owe her that. Abstinence is bad for your health, my mother says so.”

“Um, yeah, well, thanks for the advice,” you said, shaking your head.

There's no way you'd do something like that.

As you walked home with the wine, you inevitably gave it a second thought. It was vulgar, dirty, but terribly suggestive. Anything that involved initiative on your part, a few words, an erotic gesture, was enough to make the lady in black completely lose control.

Yes, the bracelet was fine but... Well, maybe, for once, you should listen to your intuition and accept the advice of the young Dimitrescu. Both the sisters, and their mother, appreciated Donna, they wouldn't have a reason to lie to you.

In your head you still didn't have it clear, but the following days your body acted on its own, preparing the bow, the red ribbon, writing a terribly suggestive note... During that time you created a somewhat frustrating atmosphere for poor Donna, rejecting her attempts to take you, this time on purpose.

If you wanted the plan to work properly, she should want it, she should be dying to do it and you were quite the expert to do so.

The day finally arrived, and you remained silent without revealing your intentions until you could no longer control your nerves and the desire to surprise the lady in black. First things first, Angie couldn't be there.

“Oh, no, no, no, I know that look, silly, last week I got scolded because of you, don't think I'm going to let myself be fooled again,” the doll said when you approached with a sinister smile.

“I'm grateful to you Angie…” you said in a sweet, exaggerated voice. “That's why I wanted to tell you that I thought I saw a cricket in the garden this morning, you know, those bugs that make you laugh so much…”

“A cricket? Liar…” Angie said, not trusting you. “Do you think you're going to fool me that easily?”

“I think there were two crickets,” you sighed, pretending to remember. “They were around the cabins, but if you're not interested…”

“Two!?” she squealed excitedly, walking towards the exit. “It better not be a lie, stupid, stupid…”

“Have fun,” you sang, closing the door when the puppet left the mansion, obviously, locking it so Angie wouldn't interrupt.

“What are those screams about?” Donna said, coming up from the basement with a tender smile, kissing you slowly.

“Angie, she saw a cricket,” you explained, letting the lady gently grab your waist. “Hey, Donna, I have something to tell you.”

“Mm,” she said, hardening her expression a bit.

You moved away, taking the small box out of your pocket and biting your lip.

“I know you didn't want me to know, and I'm sorry if it annoys you, but I can't help but want to make you feel good. I want to give you a little of everything you give me and… show that I also celebrate the day the Gods decided you would come into the world,” you said with a nervous tone, but a pleading look, opening the box and showing the bracelet. “This is for you, Donna, happy birthday.”

“(Y/N)…” she sighed, taking the bracelet and looking at it, looking back at you a later, with a smile. “Amore mio… I guess I couldn’t help you found out,” she sighed, looking adoringly at your gift, slowly approaching to kiss you.

“You know me,” you said, blushing at her soft caresses on your face.

“Grazie, tesoro, grazie di cuore…” the brunette whispered, kissing you in a terribly romantic way, you even thought a tear was coming out of her eye. “I love you…”

“Me too,” you said nervously, playing with the buttons of her dress. “But wait, I still have something else to give you…”

“Something else?” she asked, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “What is it?”

“You… wait for me here, darling, I’ll be right back,” you whispered in her ear in the most sensual way you could, walking upstairs, ready to put that curious advice into practice.

“Va bene,” she sighed, nodding, reluctantly letting you go.

You quickly stripped, putting the red ribbon around you, hooking it with the bow on your head, looking at yourself embarrassedly in the mirror and checking the note. You took a breath and felt a little cold, but you didn't care, you had already started down the stairs, there was no turning back.

“Donna,” you said to get her attention, since the lady was distracted with her gift, at least until she saw you, abruptly getting up from the chair, with her eye wide open and her jaw dropped.

“Ma… ma…” she stammered as you approached with a sexy smile, moving your hips in an exaggerated way and running your hands along your bare waist. “Madonna…”

“Do you like it? This is my other gift and you know what? It's just for you…” you whispered as you approached, slightly separating your legs and moaning while purring. “What are you doing standing there? Come closer and unwrap it…”

She nodded, still open-mouthed, her body shaking, inadvertently bringing a hand to her dress, probably calming herself with a gentle grip between her legs.

“That's it, honey, look, there's a note for you,” you said when she was close enough, pointing to the small piece of paper you had strategically placed on one of your breasts.

Donna, without saying a word, reached out her trembling hand, maintaining heavy eye contact with you. You could hear her breathing, the unmistakable sign that it was a good idea. The lady in black turned her curious eye to the paper, reading the words you repeated in your mind.

I am your gift, Donna, enjoy it as you deserve, enjoy me as you like…

“(Y/N),” she said with a gasp, blinking, completely paralyzed.

Of course you already assumed that she would react like that, completely frozen, so your next step was to make her react.

With a slow step, pulling her hand, you approached the dining table, leaning back on it and separating your legs even further, letting your wetness peek out from behind the red ribbon.

“Mm, Donna... don't you want to play with your gift? You can take the wrapping away or tear it, but don't waste it.”

The lady's gaze darkened and a sinister smile appeared on a face as she approached, running a hand through the red ribbon before locking her eye with yours and finally reacting.

Donna began to kiss you in an extremely wild way, without thinking, without feeling anything other than pure lust in her body. Donna approached yours quickly, pressing herself while her hands pushed aside the ribbon of the gift and ran over your folds, wet with excitement.

“I'm in a hurry, (Y/N), I might spend my gift without much care,” she growled in your ear, releasing her trembling erection and caressing your entrance with it. “I suppose you'll be good, won't you? Will you be a good gift?”

“The best one,” you whispered, moaning at the contact, at the lack of delicacy of the lady as she introduced the tip roughly, moaning with burning desire. “Mm…”

She laughed, enjoying a moment of anticipation, the way your walls let her shaft slide little by little between them, entering completely with a quick thrust.

“Oh, Donna,” you moaned at the intrusion, throwing your head back, but being returned to its place by a strong tug of the doll maker in your hair.

“I want you to look at me, doll,” Donna hissed in your ear as her hands pulled your hips to the edge of the table, letting your body slowly get used to her erection. “That's it…”

Without saying another word, her hips began to move, thrusting into you with a wild fury that made you roll your eyes as your body let itself go, letting her hands manipulate it as she pleased, like a good gift.

Your body squeezed her, making her moan with erotic hisses while her body simply dedicated itself to taking you as she so longed, in a hurry, but enjoying the wet journey trough your walls.

“Così stretta… Così buono, (Y/N),” the brunette whispered in your ear, with a nervous gasp, staying as deep inside you as she could before pulling out and thrusting harder.

Donna was out of control, unable to take a moment to kiss or say that she loved you.

Once again, the pleasure was so great that you didn't stop to think about those things, just to enjoy her desperate, almost animalistic movements, her hands scratching your skin, dragging your body until your were almost in the air, without stopping, without pausing, without having any intention of controlling herself.

“Donna, Donna, I'm going to...” you said, overwhelmed by the movements, maintaining eye contact as much as you could, the sight of your lover taking you in a rough and possessive way, of the quick movements of her body, enveloped by an obscene and wet sound.

The lady in black definitely didn't have time to think things over and, with a guttural growl, she released herself inside you, leaning into your body as her legs trembled and her hot seed covered your excited walls, squeezing her at the same time due to your discreet orgasm.

“Donna, it was…” you said, catching your breath, moving that annoying ribbon aside and caressing the cheek of the agitated lady, who looked up with a dark shadow in her eye.

“It wasn't, (Y/N),” Donna hissed, moving away from you and letting her release run down your legs. “This isn't over. I have to enjoy my gift…”

“Oh,” you said amused, getting off the table and bringing your hand to her exhausted, but not completely relaxed erection. “What do you want your gift to do for you, my love?”

“So I can do whatever I want to you, right? Very well, la tua bocca, now,” she said sternly, with a wild look, pointing to the floor. “Come on, be a good doll…”

You nodded, also pulling on her lower lip and fulfilling her request, letting your knees rest on the wood while your hands went directly to her shiny shaft, stimulating it slowly, staining yourself with the remains of her release.

“I said your mouth, (Y/N),” Donna said, lifting your chin and guiding you where she wanted it, making your lips caress the tip before wrapping it completely.

You laughed satisfied by that overwhelming need, tasting Donna as your mouth ran over her erection, noticing how, little by little, it went harder between your lips. That was, definitely, the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you, you would have to do it more often.

“That's it... take it, doll...” Donna whispered, putting a hand on the bow of your head, using it as a method to manipulate you, to make you move quickly so your tongue didn't leave a single inch of her skin untouched.

She moaned at those small kisses you dared to give, at the way you sucked and released it, at the movement her erection made in your mouth when it was out of your lips with another curious sound.

Your tongue ran up and down her shaft, accompanying that subtle stimulation with your hand that moved to the rhythm of your mouth. For a moment you thought she would release herself like that, and imagining it made your legs wobble as you touched your own overstimulated wetness.

Apparently Donna had other plans.

“Get up,” she ordered you roughly, helping you and putting you against the table, face down, pulling your hips up and penetrating you without warning.

Synchronized moans filled the old mansion again as her hands squeezed your breasts and her hips crashed against yours. Your already wet walls welcomed her tireless erection again, adapting perfectly to that roughness, to the wild Donna, who became uncontrollable.

“My gift… la mia bambola,” the lady moaned, pressing your head against the wood as she took you relentlessly.

Of course, that new lustful act didn't last long either. That time Donna pulled out, letting your back be desecrated by her orgasm, almost as if, for a moment, she had some lucidity and thought about the consequences, something she didn't usually do.

“Well,” you said, letting the lady hug you, taking care of her relaxing kisses, as an apology for the way she claimed you. “Did you like your gift?”

“You've made me think about wanting to celebrate my birthday every year, (Y/N),” she said amused, brushing the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“Mm...” you murmured, stealing a tender kiss from her. “By the way, how old are you?”

“To answer that, bambola... I would need another gift like this...”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 2 months ago

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Hi Zee! For the Spotify wrapped challenge, could you please do #50 😊

Hi! 50 is Risk by Gracie Abrams. (I can't stick to word counts still)

It was the middle of the night when Simon realized, with a certainty, that he was recklessly in love with Wilhelm. He’d known before, probably, that he loved him, that he was in love with him. But it was that night, lying awake in an empty bed with the light still on, that the realization hit him with the weight of no return.

It didn’t scare him like it should have. He didn’t really care how bad it all turned out, as long as he could have it for the time being. Even if it blew up spectacularly. All that mattered was that it was real, here and now, and he wasn’t ready to let it go.

He called Wille that same night, and despite the late hour, he still answered. “Why aren’t you here?” Simon asked as soon as the call connected.

Wilhelm was quiet for a second, maybe processing the question, maybe finding an appropriate answer. “I think you’d regret it in the morning if I were,” he finally responded.

It was his own damn doing. Every time he let Wille close, he ended up pushing him right back away. Of course Wilhelm would think he’d regret it — Simon had called it a mistake every single time they’d found their way back to each other. Every reunion came with the sting of eventual rejection, as if they were caught in an endless cycle of almosts and not-quites.

But it wasn’t a mistake this time. He could feel it in his bones. Simon swallowed the last of his pride. “I wish you could hold me.” He heard Wille take a deep breath, but he didn’t answer. “For real this time. No more back and forth. Jumping in the deep end.”

Wilhelm was still on the other end of the line for a long time. Too long. “Why now?”

Simon felt like his world was about to crumble. How had he gotten to this point? To the point that Wille seemed to think something must have been wrong for Simon to want him again? That Wilhelm would question him, doubt him, because Simon had never been steady enough to prove he meant it?

His voice broke on his next words. “Is it too soon to tell you I love you?”

Stillness. Quiet. Nothing. And then-

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

They probably get married or something idk

send me a number from my spotify wrapped and I'll write something

#wrapped drabble #'drabble' in quotations because i cannot physically write something that is 100 words lmao #young royals #wilmon

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happilyhertale · 2 years ago

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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 3

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW Word count: 2.7 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Other stories of mine

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You hear a loud crack. You open your eyes and groan a little as the sun shines in your face, just rising. Your head throbs a little. You hold your hand protectively over your eyes so that the sun does not blind you. A shadow stands in front of you and as you look closer, you recognise Uhtred. He stands in front of you and grins at you. He is eating an apple and chewing with relish. And then you realise why Uhtred is grinning. You look down at your body and see that Osferth has put his arm around you. He also groans softly as he slowly wakes up. Slowly Osferth pulls his arm away from you. The morning freshness, which immediately takes the place previously occupied by his body heat, makes you shiver slightly. You sit up and see that Finan is already awake. He is looking straight up at the sky. He looks almost relaxed. You have to grin. Slowly you take a small stick that is lying next to you and throw it at him.

He only looks over at you for a moment, annoyed, as you giggle.

You all get up and pack up your things. As you roll up your furs, however, you notice that something is hitting you in the back.

You turn around and see Finan looking conspicuously in the other direction.

"Finan... I know it was ya," you say seriously, but you have to chuckle.

Finan grins and goes to his horse.

When you have stowed your things, you ride off.

No one really talks much in the morning. You have a bit of a headache from the ale you drank the night before. Finan rides silently beside you, while the sun is shining in your face.

"Baby Monk was holding ya?", Finan asks you at some point.

You look at him a little irritated at first, "Pardon?" you ask.

Finan looks at you now, "Well... Osferth... he held ya this morning,"

You clear your throat quietly, "Well... Yea.. I guess he likes to put his arm around other people when he sleeps," you reply.

Finan nods slowly, "Sure... But why were ya lying so close to him?"

You snort lightly, "Are ya serious, Finan? It was cold and I was freezing. And I can't sleep near ya because I'll go deaf"

He gives a short laugh, "But ya do know I'm not afraid to kill a monk?"

You look at him angrily, "And I hope ya know I'm a grown woman?"

He looks at you unimpressed, "Still, I won't stop looking after ya"

You shake your head and try to kick him lightly, "I don't think ya need to protect me from a monk"

He laughs lightly and rides away from you a little.

Behind you, Osferth and Uhtred ride in silence. Osferth watches you, a little embarrassed. He doesn't want to look at you all the time, trying to concentrate on something else. He concentrates on the chirping of the birds. He pays attention to the shadows in the forest cast by the light of the sun. But his gaze always falls on you.

He is not quite sure how it could have happened yesterday. He was just trying to keep you warm, and suddenly you were kissing. He couldn't help it... Your lips were so soft, he couldn't stop.

But you didn't mention it this morning. And now he's unsure if you even remember it, or if you even wanted to kiss him. Did he perhaps push you into it?

But Uhtred snaps Osferth out of his thoughts "He, Osferth... Judging by the look on your face, you finally want to lose your virginity?" grins Uhtred.

Osferth looks startled, "Lord... I am not a virgin," Osferth mutters.

But Uhtred only laughs lightly.

"You didn't deny you wanted to sleep with her," Uhtred teases him further.

Osferth just shakes his head, but can't quite stifle a grin.

"I will not dignify that with a response," Osferth tries to say seriously.

You hear Uhtred laughing behind you. You look over your shoulder and see him and Osferth smiling. But you look ahead again and have to smile too.

Your thoughts devour you again. You don't know exactly what happened yesterday. After Osferth pulled you close to him to warm you, you had a very vivid dream. The dream was beautiful, it was so real. In the dream you were kissing each other. The kisses were incredibly beautiful and gentle. The memory of your dream makes you bite your lip lightly. Your cheek turns a light pink. And somehow you fear that when you look at Osferth you will blush just as much as you do now.

You clear your throat slightly again and you can still hear the boys laughing behind you.

You don't ride for long until you arrive at the next village. And Uhtred decides that you will ride no further so that Sihtric can follow you. You dismount from your horses and make sure they are fed. Finan goes into the inn and you follow him. It is noisy in the inn and even though it is only midday, many people are already drinking. Finan gets some ale and you sit down at a table. You drink your ale and watch the people around you. Uhtred has arranged rooms for you and soon joins you. Time passes quickly and you drink more and more. You laugh a lot and slowly you dare to look Osferth in the face again.

After a while Sihtric suddenly appears.

"Lord," he says simply.

Uhtred looks at him in surprise and you see he is already slightly drunk "Sihtric? Back so soon?"

Sihtric nods and sits down with you, "I didn't have to do much to get the information, Lord. I spent the night sitting around the fire with men and they talked about what they were up to," Sihtric says.

Uhtred looks at him promptly, "And?" he says finally.

"They want to meet with Ubba's people. They want to form a larger army to take Winchester," Sihtric finally says.

Your gaze falls on Uhtred. He seems unimpressed, but you see his mind working.

It is noisy around you. Some people are playing their instruments to fill the room with music and even more people are shouting in confusion. But the silence at your table is deafening.

"Well...", Uhtred finally says, "we have to stop that"

The boys talk about how they are going to stop it and you listen attentively. But they have already drunk too much to come up with a workable plan now. Your conversation drift off. Eventually, you keep drinking and laughing. At some point you are so drunk that you persuade the boys to arm wrestle with you. But you only manage to beat Finan once. With both arms you try to press his hand on the table. You are sure that he is not using all his strength, but you beat him. You shriek with joy and he grins at you.

You continue to drink and at some point you realise that all the ale wants to come out of you again. You have to pee. Without saying a word, you stand up. Your head is spinning, but you totter towards the exit of the inn.

The boys are so deep in their cups and conversations that they don't notice you leaving the inn. But Osferth still notices you staggering out of the inn. Slowly he gets up and goes after you. Outside the inn he catches up with you, "Lady? Are you all right? Where are you going?" he asks you. His words reveal that he is not entirely sober either.

You turn around, chuckle slightly and have to brace yourself against the wall, "Os...!" you say cheerfully, "I need to pee... Would ya like to come with me?" you giggle.

Osferth blushes slightly, "Of course not, lady!"

You start to pout a little, and Osferth notices it immediately.

"No, Lady... I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that..."

Again you giggle, "Wait here Os!"

He looks after you a little irritated, but amused, as you disappear for a moment.

When you come back to him, you suddenly stumble. Osferth catches you, "Oi... Lady... Perhaps I should put you to bed?"

You smile, "Yes... I would like that"

Osferth isn't sure if he got that right, but he puts his arm around your waist and wordlessly takes you to the room.

Due to his alcohol level, Osferth has difficulty accompanying you to the room. You sometimes totter and stumble and you often have to giggle. But when you reach your room, you just drop onto the bed, breathing a little heavily and still having to giggle slightly.

Osferth wants to put a blanket over you, but you don't let go of his arm, you want to pull him down to you. He hesitates a little, but lets you pull him down. This time you don't want it to remain a dream.

He lies in bed with you and you snuggle up to him. He holds you in his arms until he suddenly notices how you start to move your hips towards him. He closes his eyes, he just wants to lie in bed with you… He exhales heavily. Until he feels your lips leaving soft kisses on his neck. Slowly they caress his soft skin.

He swallows visibly.

But suddenly you fear that this is not what he wants and you are about to move away from him when you notice how his hands suddenly grip your hips.

He guides you and moves you further against him. You look up at him and just like yesterday in your dream, your noses touch. But this time you are sure it is not a dream. You hesitate for a moment and bite your lip. But then you let your lips slide onto his. They feel exactly as you imagined in your dream. So incredibly soft. You've never felt lips so soft. As his hand slides to your bottom and grips a little, you whimper into his mouth.

"Oh... Os... I didn't know..."

"...That I was capable of such a thing...?" he smirks against your lips. Suddenly you notice his hand on your thigh, sliding up gently.

You gasp briefly and reach for his arm.

"It's only a sin if I don't ask for forgiveness," he whispers as his fingers gently slide up your thigh.

You bite your lip and you see his eyes searching your gaze. How they try to ask for your permission without words.

But you do not answer. You push your hips towards his fingers and grasp the back of his neck. You pull him closer to you and let your lips slide onto his again. Osferth does not hesitate for long and lets his fingers slide over your folds.

Only your underwear separates his fingers from your wet arousal. You moan into his mouth. He lets his fingers glide gently over your underwear. But suddenly he pushes your underwear aside. His fingers are immediately soaked with your arousal. He groans at the feeling. You gasp as he slides his fingers along your folds again and again. As he circles your pearl and caresses it, you cry out and your hips move against his fingers.

"Os...", you moan. Your hand grips his bicep more firmly. He kisses you wildly. Without warning, he lets two of his fingers slide inside you. Your pussy immediately clenches around his fingers in response. You are a moaning mess. His fingers spoil you and you can't hold back. You feel his warm breath, which also quickens.

He lets his fingers slide into you faster. His palm brushes your pearl with each thrust. Obscene noises fill the room. He increases the speed again as his fingers disappear inside you. You feel his thumb making circular movements on your pearl.

Your thighs start to tremble, your arousal runs along your ass. You grab his neck again, pull him to you and kiss him deeply. Your walls clench frantically around his fingers.

"My lady... cum on my fingers..." he gasps. You can only whimper. With the next thrust he inserts another finger into you and thrusts his three fingers into you almost brutally. Your breathing is heavy and you moan into his ear. His thumb continues to put pressure on your pearl. You gasp and moan as a hard pressure builds in your lower belly.

"Os..." you can only moan and then it is over. You cry out and your walls spasm uncontrollably around his walls.

You squirt over his fingers and only hear him groan deeply at the sight. His fingers continue to slide in and out of you and are completely soaked. You breathe heavily and whimper softly. Only when your walls stop clenching around his fingers does he slowly pull his fingers out of you. You can't help but kiss him. A deep rumble forms in his chest. He is also breathing heavily as you look into his eyes. You gently caress his cheek.

"I should ask for forgiveness a little more in the morning," he whispers. You blush slightly and have to laugh.

He grins too and kisses you again. Your tongues glide gently around each other.

"Have I got ya into trouble with the holy lord now?" you murmur against his lips. You notice how he grins, "I'd take that trouble any day," he whispers.

You see his gentle face, he smiles at you and your eyes fall on the cross hanging around his neck.

You get curious, "But... how is it that ya can be intimate with women...", you can't finish the question, but Osferth understands what you want to ask.

"Prayers," he says softly.

"And that is exactly why I need to pray more and intensely. I pray for forgiveness and understanding. Pray that the holy lord will guide me back to the right path... Until I relapse again...", he smiles at you.

You giggle, "Os! I am shocked... "

He just smiles, "Well... I think it's the influence of your brother and the other boys..."

As Osferth mentions Finan, you realise that Osferth should be leaving your bed soon.

He gently caresses your cheek, "I should go to my bed..." he whispers.

"I know..." you just say softly. He kisses you softly, continues to caress your cheek gently.

When he wants to get up, you hold him tightly, "Stay a little longer...", you say softly.

He chuckles softly, "If Finan catches me in your bed, I will never be able to share your bed again," he says softly.

You sigh, but let him go.

Osferth reluctantly leaves your bed. He lies down in the bed next to yours. You look at each other and have to grin. Like silly lovers.

When suddenly the door to your room opens. The other boys come stumbling in.

"I'm sleeping in y/n's bed," Uhtred mumbles.

"I don't think y/n would want to sleep in a bed with someone who smells like wet dog," Sihtric replies.

You have to smile slightly, because all you hear is a muffled noise and the gasp of Sihtric.

"Nobody sleeps in y/n's bed!" you suddenly hear from Finan, who is the last to stumble into the room.

"Everyone goes to their bed!"

You can still hear them giggling and teasing each other until silence eventually falls. You turn onto your back and look up at the ceiling. You can still feel Osferth's touch on your body. You bite your lip lightly, wanting to go over to his bed. You look over at him, but his eyes are closed.

Outside on the street, people are shouting and singing. But at some point you are only distantly aware of the voices and fall asleep.

The next morning you are sitting in the inn. You are all a bit hungover and eating your breakfast. When Osferth suddenly gets up, "Excuse me a moment," he mumbles.

"Where are you going?" asks Uhtred as he chews.

"I have to go to the church... ask a little forgiveness," says Osferth almost shyly.

You were about to take a sip from your cup, and this time you are the one who chokes. The boys look at you and Osferth gives you a barely noticeable wink.

Your cheeks turn red, but you just look at your plate and try to continue eating in silence.

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quigonswife8 · 1 year ago

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Help: Leon x reader

Leon comes to you to fix up his hair.

[Creds to: bahnhofbratan on Pinterest for the photo]

As always thank ya’ll for the love on my stuff :)

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[2 am]

A knocking at your front door wakes you from your slumber. At first, you chalk it up to your mind playing tricks on you. However when that same knock repeats you realise it's not a mind trick, and therefore decide to go and see.

"I'm coming!"

It's not until you get to the front door that you realise how bad of an idea this is. It's god knows how late in the morning, someone is knocking on the door in the middle of the night and they still haven't said anything. This is a perfect example of "person falls victim to stupidity." and, with that, you don't open the door.

Instead you reach for a weapon. Breathing a little heavy but maintaining your composure, you begin to back away....

"(y/n) please open the door I...I need you."

Leon?

"Leon? Is that you?"

"Yeah it's me...", he replies, though he sounds shy, embarrassed? "...I know it's really late, but I...fucked up and I need help." you don’t grab the weapon, and instead you open the door, now scared that he's hurt or something which thankfully isn't the case.

Instead he stands there wearing a hoodie and when you begin to open your mouth to ask, he pulls it off.

His hair...it's been...cut, except in such an uneven and crooked way. Leon looks, again, embarrassed, and that's probably why he hid his head with the hoodie on the way. You find his hair perfect though, despite how it looks, though that can't be said about Leon.

"I tried to cut my hair, but I...got distracted and it ended up like this."

He steps forward, though seems hesitant, and the poor guy Leon looks at you desperate.

"Look I know it was a stupid reason to come over this late, I just..."

"No." You reply, stepping out to meet him. "it's not stupid at all Leon. Like I said you can come to me about anything, and I mean anything. I care for you a lot, you're my best friend Leon, but I don't just care for you 'cause you're my best friend."

Leon stands there...and his eyes soften a little. He gives a small nod and looks at you, thankful.

"Now come in, i'll fix up your hair for you."

Leon walks in once you move aside, and you close and lock the door once more. He looks around the house, memories of being there many a time filling his mind, which only makes him smile.

Noting the smile on his face as you pass, you gesture the agent to take a seat on a chair, before leaving to grab some hair stuff. Sure you're tired but you wanna be here for Leon and if that means spending all night awake with him, then that's what will happen.

Searching through the different stuff you soon return, and Leon smiles seeing you. God his smile, it always seems to make things better.

"So you just want me to fix it up for you, that's all...?"

"Yeah- yes please (n/n)."

"Got it."

You then come up behind him and you wrap a towel around his shoulders. Leon sits completely still and lets you do your thing, though feeling the closeness makes him feel all warm inside.

The two of you have known eachother for years and he would be lying if he said he didn't have feelings for you. He hasn't revealed these feelings though not wanting to mess up the relationship the two of you have, but mainly to keep you out of danger.

If anyone found out he loved you, you would be hurt, and if hiding these feelings covers that, he's fine with that.

Leon is snapped back to reality when he feels your fingers through his hair, the way you're so gentle to not cut him or hurt him in anyway. His eyes close and he gets more comfortable, letting you fix up his hair- that warm feeling inside wrapping around him like a blanket.

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"Done.", a big proud smile on your lips, and you put your tools away and look at Leon. "...ready to see?"

Leon gives a nod, excited to see you fix up his "mistake.". Unable to hide your smile, you count down from three and show him his fixed up hair with a hand-held mirror.

He focuses on his reflection...you wait to see his reaction...Leon turns around to look at you...and the cutest softest smile appears.

"It's perfect! you did amazing, thank you. Now I won't look like my hair got caught in a mower."

"You're welcome Leon..." you place the mirror down and smile. "...i'm glad I could help...oh!" You glance at the clock. "I know this is sudden but I can't let you go home at this time- you walked here, right? Well i'm not letting you walk home. You can take my bed, i'll take the couch." And oh if he hadn't fallen in love with you already, this act of kindness proved it.

"I couldn't do that to you."

"I insist, really."

"But-"

"I insist."

He pauses...he looks wanting to "fight" you on this again, but realises how insistent you are, and gives in.

"Okay i'll take the bed." which makes you happy, and with a smile, you bring him to your room. Leon, who turns back to look at you, looks like he wants to say more than thank you, but holds his tongue like he always does.

"Thank you again (y/n), really."

With a nod, the way your eyes soften, you answer;

"You're welcome Leon..."

The two you stare at eachother for a few more moments, before you nod and turn, shutting the door to head down to the lounge. Leon's eyes remain on the door for a moment or so more, before he lays down on your bed and lets out a soft sigh.

You on the other hand take the couch and lay down, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of Leon.

While Leon sleeps in your bed, and you sleep on the couch, neither of you can fall asleep straightaway. All you can think about is one-another, though, neither would ever admit that.

Which is the way it has to be.

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#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #comfort character #resident evil 4 remake #leon #cute

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ravennasgf · 19 days ago

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Chapter 4: Letters

Rebecca's pov

Arriving at my office after yelling at Keeley about trying to set y/n and I up. I haven't seen her for two days which was odd. As I look to my desk I see an envelope on top of my laptop. I set my bag down and sit down grabbing the envelope to see Ms Welton written in y/n's handwriting. I quickly open it and find two letters.

Dear Ms Welton

I'm sad to say that this is my letter of resignation that is effective immediately. There have been a few issues that could not be resolved and I didn't want to stay any longer due to that. I hope you can find a replacement quickly.

Yours sincerely

y/n y/l/n

I quickly opened the second one.

Dear Rebecca,

I've had to head home on such short notice due to a call from my mother. News I didn't wish to receive about my sister. I've said goodbye to the team and every friend of mine here has a letter from me. You obviously weren't here when I was delivering them.

Rebecca you won't see me again. Though I don't think you care that much considering what you said to Keeley yesterday. Yes I unintentionally heard it when I was coming up to tell you something but after hearing what you said I didn't want to bother you. I hope that you find someone who you like and love who you don't have to pretend to like you did with me.

I know I'll be alright. But I'm not tonight. I'll be lying awake counting all the mistakes I've made. Replaying our fights. I've Made it out alive, but I think I lost it, told Ted that I was fine, said it from the coffin. I should've known I was falling head over heels, for something that isn't real.

I'm putting you behind me. With all the pain that you caused. I barely made it out fighting. You drained all the life from my love. Sometimes in moments of weakness. I want you back in my arms. But all of the bruises remind me. The past is where you belong.

I hope that the club continues to thrive under you. I wish you all the best.

y/n y/l/n

What have I done? I ask myself. I quickly rush to her house to see removalists taking stuff out and Ted there.

"Is she still here?" I ask frantically

"No, she left hours ago. She's already home."

"No, no, no dammit."

"Boss if I may, you destroyed her. She was not in a good place when I arrived here to help her pack."

"Please tell me she didn't harm." I beg him

"I'm sorry." is all he says

"No!" I cry "I really messed this up, didn't I?"

"I'm sorry Rebecca. She'll be ok eventually but all I'll say is that she needed you. But I need to ask. Why did you say you didn't even like her?"

"I don't know Ted. I messed up. She took care of me when I needed her too and this was how I repaid her."

A/N: sorry for the angst. it get's better I promise

#rebecca #rebecca welton x reader #rebecca welton #ted lasso #TedLassoxreader #Rebeccaweltonimagines

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we-were-so-beautiful · 1 year ago

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2. day six

holy shit hi! it's me! I'm back! I will be very surprised if anybody remembers me or this story given that it's been literally six months since I posted the first chapter. my motivation, interest, energy and amount of free time for this project all fluctuate, but... this story feels like it wants to be told, and I want to tell it. so hopefully I'll manage to pop up around here with an update for it every once in a while.

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cages, blood mention. I'm still getting the hang of how to tag these so please let me know if there's anything I missed.

[masterlist] [chapter one] [chapter three]

Vanessa means to wait until an hour before closing time to go to the shelter. Really, she does. She wants to give this guy as much of a chance as he can get to go home with someone, literally anyone, who’s better for him than she is. But it’s lunchtime and she’s already practically vibrating. She’s not even used to being awake by noon anymore, much less having already been up for hours refreshing the site so often it’s making her nauseous. Or maybe that’s just the all-consuming anxiety of suspense.

What if the assholes at the shelter decide that six days is close enough, and take him away before she even gets there? What if she’s fucked up and counted the days wrong, and he’s actually scheduled to die today? What if the subway’s delayed, or the shelter closes early, and she’s too late, and another person dies because she made a stupid fucking mistake?

What if, says the voice in the back of her head that she refuses to listen to, somebody takes him who’s even worse for him than me?

“Oh, fuck literally all of this,” she says to the empty room, and grabs her coat.

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“Uh, hey, I’m here to…”

“Sign in on the sheet.” The bored-looking shelter employee doesn’t so much as glance up from her phone. Vanessa looks around; the lobby is totally devoid of anyone save for the two of them.

“I just want to know if—”

“Sign in on the sheet.”

Vanessa breathes out through her nose until her hand stops ticking long enough to write. She scribbles her name and the time, and sets the pen down with a deliberate clack on the desk directly in front of the employee.

The woman barely raises her head. “How can I help you.”

Vanessa steels herself. “Is, uh… Do you still have…” God she hates talking about people like this she hates it she hates it she hates it. “Is pet number 414374 still here? I want to…” She wants to choke on the word. “...I want to adopt him.”

The employee’s affect goes duller than ever. “Oh, he’s still here, alright,” she mutters grimly.

Vanessa only realizes how much tension she’s been holding when it floods out of her so fast she almost loses her balance. “Can I see him?”

“If you really want to,” the employee sighs. “But I’m tellin’ you, lady, you’re not gonna like what you find.”

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“That’s him?!”

“Told you you were gonna be disappointed, lady.”

Vanessa gapes. It’s not like she’s been expecting to be okay with seeing people in cages, but she sure as shit didn’t expect… whatever the fuck she’s looking at now.

The dude is filthy, caked head to toe in blood, dirt and worse. The hair that flowed around him in his picture is matted down his back now, littered with scores of dead and decaying leaves. His ice-blue eyes are dull and unfocused. His breaths are quick and shallow, and the way they rasp in his throat makes Vanessa twitch.

He’s lying in a heap on the single layer of newspaper between him and the inch-wide mesh of the shelter-standard cage. Vanessa sucks at math, but she thinks it can’t be more than three by three by five. The shelter profile listed him at six foot two.

The employee bangs on the metal with the back of her hand, making a horrible clanging sound that makes Vanessa want to claw her own ears off. “Hey, look alive, refurb. You got one more interested owner. Maybe try to impress this one for a change?”

“Can he even—” Vanessa starts, but the guy surprises her by slowly, painfully lifting his head. The dirt that coats his skin cracks and flakes as he struggles to push himself up on his elbows. He reaches jerkily for the front of the cage, arms trembling violently with the effort, his breathing growing more and more labored as he tries to meet her gaze.

In the split second before he collapses again, she swears he manages it.

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“I want him.”

The employee has already turned to go, talking over her shoulder as she ambles back toward the desk. “Yeah, so if you're lookin’ for a fancy one you could try the Manhattan shelter, they sometimes—hang on, you what?” She twists back abruptly as the words actually register.

“I want him,” Vanessa says again.

The employee stares at her for a long, long minute. Vanessa can almost see her fighting the urge to blurt out, “why?” Finally, though, she collects herself, with a wildly overexaggerated shrug of her shoulders.

“It’s your money, lady,” she says, and unlocks the cage.

#whump #pet whump #rescue whump #recovery whump #bbu #box boy universe #vanessa + juniper #disaster caretaker #imperfectly consistent #tw dehumanization #tw cages #tw blood mention #I am once again posting this to yeet it out of editing perdition #this chapter was supposed to be slightly longer #but this feels like a better place to stop #and I didn't feel like writing the other shit #so that'll be its own chapter or interlude later #assuming I ever update again lmao (this is legally a joke I very much do want to update again actually)

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paperstorm · 8 months ago

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Music Monday!

Finally getting to this! I was tagged by @herefortarlos @bonheur-cafe @laelipoo @eclectic-sassycoweyes @strandnreyes (and possibly others, I have lost track! Abject apologies if I forgot you). I have so many songs that speak Tarlos to me (don’t we all) but here’s a few I could think of, with some relevant lyrics

Season one TK:

Trying / Falling by Deaf Havana

I'm wired, I'm mired, I'm out here, all uninspired, underdone I'm over everything, I've been over-hung for too long I'd stay gone and wake up with a headache Just laying all empty, for who's sake could I not make it I'm scared I've wasted all this time until now Where is the worth in these years, broken down? I've watched the worst of it all stutter out Maybe I'm no better, but I'm trying, I'm trying

Breakup Carlos:

Nevermind by Deaf Havana

I was living out of a box You were reliving the years you missed out on I don't believe in God, so I ain't got a shot at redemption I fell out of love again Not with you but with living in general And I lost a lot of friends, nevermind 'Cause I've been on a losing streak My hearts made of stone and I can't trust my own damn feet To show me the right way home It's been a hell of a year I'm struggling' to see what the next one looks like without you here, my love I'm never enough

Breakup TK:

Slip Away by Luke Hemmings

Falling, falling, falling in unfamiliar space 'Cause I was drenched in you before I even knew your name Fading, fading, fading with the breath you take See your southern heart hiding behind a city face

Drowning out the fires as I'm lying here awake I can feel you slip away like I knew you would

Don't you leave me in this silence when you've seen all my mistakes Now I'm looking for escapes like I knew I would

Gone by Blake Rose

So stay and hold me like a paper weight Kiss me like it's all the same Just lovers like we were supposed to be Oh as these shapes and colours all start to fade I can feel you slipping away Just promise that you'll wait right here for me

Until I find another dose, won't make it on my own I'm done carrying the weight of the world So heavy on my shoulders, I just wanna feel this love Even if it's only when I'm tripping I see your face I ain't doing no one a favour while I'm sober for the moment I can only hope this lasts 'Cause when the high stops then I know that you're gone

General Carlos:

Funny how? by The Maine

At 17 I couldn't dream of something like this Oh what a sweet trip I was just a kid myself And then hours turn to days, five years is a flash So let's make it count, ‘cause we cannot make it last And I want you and no one else

Oh ain't it funny how I never needed you until now? Ain't it funny how you made it easier somehow? Ain't it funny how? How I didn't know before you I was bleeding I can breathe again, all my walls are falling down Ain't it funny how?

General TK:

Peace by Taylor Swift

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

General Tarlos:

What have I done? by Dermot Kennedy

So, don't you fall back asleep for this moment Just be, I wanna get it right for once Oh, I've been knocked out and beat but this feeling is fleeting What have I done? I never thought I needed saving, I was right where I should be Good god, I know it's dangerous, but it's you that I need I'm in love this time, I'm in love this time

Magnetic Field by Lights

You just keep me coming back Something about how opposites attract You hold me down, I'm in it for real Love me, leave me high and dry I'm back in your arms and I don't know why I can't get around your magnetic field

Silent by LUME

I'm a deer in headlights, you're the good news Circling the bathroom whilst we're dripping in truth And you could hear a pin dropping to the floor As the air changed in the room Got me by the throat and the words have left me As we move into the new And so I folded

It must be something you can't amplify, so consumed Think I'm obsessed but in the best way, And it makes me think I'm brand new

I have NO clue who's done this and who hasn't, I'll tag @theghostofashton @reasonandfaithinharmony @guardian-angle22 and @reyesstrand and anyone else who wants to share some tunes! You can say I tagged you <3

#911 lone star #music monday

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badasgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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lyrics that remind me of nari and yunjin

"you betrayed me, and i know you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt, yeah"

"cause I'd never treat me this shitty. You made me hate this city. And I don't talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything. And all that you did was make me fucking sad"

"And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal. And I try to be tough, bu wanna scream. How could anybody do the things you did so easily?"

"Was it obvious to everybody else? That I'd fallen for a lie. You were never on my side"

"It turned into something bigger. Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed"

" I'll be lying awake counting all the mistakes I've made. Replaying fights. I know I'll be alright But I'm not tonight. I lost a friend. I lost a friend. I lost my mind"

"Twisting stories, all because you're jealous. Now I know exactly what you're all about. Girl, you're such a backstabber"

"We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't"

"I waited ages to see you there. I search the party of better bodies. Just to learn that you never cared"

"Funny, now I hate you. Now I remember when you'd call me late at night. I gave you my hours and advice"

"Feels like we had matching wounds. But mine's still black and bruised And yours is perfectly fine"

"Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe. All the hell you gave me?"

STOP OKRRJRO THESE HIT SO DEEP now do it w nada😍

#talking with eli #stolen hoodie smau #nada nation

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diodellet · 2 years ago

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alone time (simeon x gn!reader)

i finally got simeon's first memory ssr, his paws 2 UR, but i couldnt scrounge up enough DV to pull for his dia de los muertos UR… honestly who decided to keep giving him UR cards?? content warning for stuff under the cut: -drugging (it's kinda ambiguous aka: this could be read as an accident or intentional, but it's still drugging) -non-consensual somnophilia, non-consensual sex (i mean even if the reader does have feelings for him, they didn't explicitly consent to being touched.) ++lots of foreplay and jealous pining, body worship and praise, some dacryphilia, and morally gray simeon word count 2.2k words minors don't interact

He tells himself that it was a mistake. That he just accidentally grabbed the same herbal tea as that one night when you slept over in Purgatory Hall. But he couldn't just throw out an entire pot of tea, could he?

He had to admit though, seeing you struggle to fight off drowsiness, seeing you blink and rub at your eyes to stay focused on the conversation, seeing you try to—but ultimately fail at—stifling your yawns. It was endearing.

And besides, this kind of tea wasn't a sleeping draught. Nothing at all like the kind that Lucifer would use to treat his chronic insomnia. No, it was a relaxant, making the drinker more aware of their exhaustion, more receptive to the idea of rest and recuperation.

That meant you were more tired than you let on.

"...sorry, Simeon. I—" The enth yawn interrupted your sentence, "—I think I need to rest my eyes..." Moving your empty teacup aside, you propped your elbow up against the armrest, leaning your chin into your palm. But your efforts to stay awake were to no avail, you soon realized. "...On second thought, I didn't realize I was so sleepy..." Your words slowed to a snail's pace, before you fell silent. Your eyes slid shut.

"Just let me put these away for a moment. I'll walk you back," he reassured you with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your voice came out muffled from how you were resting your head. "...thanks..." you hummed.

He rose from his seat to take the used teacups and teapot to the kitchen area. When he returned, you were still in the same position you fell asleep in. It didn't look comfortable, especially not for your neck.

He took a step closer to you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your shoulder. Noticing the slow rise and fall of your chest, he hesitated before trying to wake you. Should he instead let you rest for a little longer, he wondered.

Well, more than that, he couldn't just leave you lying like that.

He called your name softly, "sorry, let me help you get more comfortable..." Taking a seat next to you, he gently pulled you up into a sitting position. One hand supported your shoulder and the other your midsection. Your back rested against his chest. Your head lolled against him now that you were fully asleep. His hand rose to card his gloved fingers through the unruly locks of your hair, tracing the curve of your ear, following the line of your jaw, then finally coming to stop just shy of your lips—

He laid you out on the sofa, making sure to keep your head propped up against one of the throw pillows. Now that your legs were stretched out, you wouldn't end up painfully sore once you woke up from your nap.

(Or he could have just awoken you normally. Watched you stir back into lucidity, watched you blink up at him with bleary eyes before taking his hand and letting him walk you back to the House of Lamentation. Maybe you would have leaned against him and asked if the both of you could take your time, slowed your stride and let this time together stretch on for as long as it could. You hardly ever took the initiative to be upfront with him, always a little shaky or anxious when in his company.)

Despite your shy and reserved nature, he could remember multiple times where you've shown that you were anything but that: a time when he wasn't sure if you had changed your cologne or your soap. When asked about it, you hid a sheepish expression behind your hand and said it was a gift from Asmodeus. There were several times where you've shared granola bars, sandwiches (that he made for you), crackers, sweets (made by Luke) all sorts of snacks with Beelzebub and Belphegor. There were plenty of times where Mammon and Lucifer got to have you to themselves, easily calling you to their side or making plans with you out of the blue. Even when it came to mundane conversation, you would always bring up book recommendations from Satan or mention something from a TV series that Leviathan's been following.

Rarely ever did he get to see you like this. He always made sure to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two. He had seen the way the demon brothers would glare anyone who stepped too close to you, who put themselves too far into your personal bubble. But for some...unknown—maybe, divine or even mystical—reason, the both of you would find yourselves together like this. Close to each other with no demon brothers, nor that sorcerer, and especially not that young angel around to interrupt. Now was the perfect chance for him to leave his own mark on you, wasn't it?

A small groan escaped your lips and your brows furrowed, disturbing the peaceful expression on your features. Simeon stiffened, his hold tightening on you for a fraction of a second. He should stop, he should stop doing this right now—

His breath hitched. "A-ah...sorry I—"

You shifted, almost nuzzling against him. Through the thin barrier of your clothes, the heat from your body felt like a brand against his skin and yet he didn't want to let go of you. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, mapping out the soft flesh of your midriff, rising higher to splay his fingers over where your heart was. He could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his chest, while your own was steady.

"...Mm...Belphie... too hot..." you mumbled, pulling away. Or well, you would have, if you weren't caged in Simeon's arms.

His earlier alarm morphed into something uglier. Something more twisted, something downright possessive.

That wasn't right. You were supposed to be calling his name.

His hand cupped your chest, he marveled at how it fit into his palm. His fingers stroked and teased your nipple erect. Gently tugging at it and rolling it between the digits. Simeon gauged your expression, how your jaw tightened and your body tensed up. A shuddering moan escaped your lips, but you remained unconscious. How he wanted to map out every inch of your skin, to worship your body with his hands and mouth.

Maybe you weren't completely unconscious, your body was aware of these sensations and it was reacting to him, to his touch. Welcoming him.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent once again.

His pants grew tight, he couldn't ignore his building arousal anymore. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he pressed his lips to your sternum, the base of your ribcage, slowly rising to wrap his lips around your nipple and laving it with his tongue. His other hand doesn't stop toying with the other nub. From his ministrations, your breathing quickened and your cheeks flushed, the color spreading down to your neck.

He needed to stop now before it got too much, before you woke up but—

You were pushing against him for more, rutting your hips against him.

He pulled away and released the nub, now shiny with spit and red from stimulation. One of your hands is fisted in the fabric of the sofa cushions. Your expression has given way to a small frown. But the most important thing was that you were still unconscious.

God, he wanted more of you. He couldn't just stop now.

The exhale that escaped his lips did little to relieve his rising guilt. And furthermore in spite of that, he was painfully hard. He unbuttoned his pants and moved to free his cock before stopping in his tracks. His gloves—he clumsily yanked them off and tossed them in the direction of the coffee table. Now without the barrier of the fabric separating him from you, the contact of his bare skin against you set his nerves alight. He pressed his palm against your stomach, digging his fingers in and soaking up every bit of warmth radiating from your skin.

His other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down. he bit back a groan at the welcome friction. His pace quickened, his arousal spilled onto the skin just below your navel.

What would it feel like inside you? He doubted you would feel anything less than divine around him. If you were awake, what kind of expression would you be making right now? Would you be staring at him or would you be peeking at him through the gaps of your fingers? Or were you the more impatient type, equally desperate to touch him while whining for more?

Either way, the sight of you under him was breathtaking. You were breathtaking.

"...hm...?" Simeon froze at the sound of the questioning hum that left your lips. His clean hand slapped over his mouth, did he say that last part aloud? His body continued to betray his baser instincts despite his mortification. The tip of his cock continued to leak, creating a small pool of arousal on your skin.

His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited to see if you continued to stir. When you didn't, before his guilt could fully stop him—

He already pulled your pants down and lined his cock up to your entrance. A hushed litany of apologies spilled from his lips, but he couldn't make do with just his hand. But he wouldn't penetrate you fully, no, he didn't want to hurt you, he just...

...needed a little more.

He couldn't hold back the low moan that rumbled from his chest as he pushed into your entrance. Your walls, albeit relaxed, still clenched tightly around him. One of his hands settled onto your waist and the other braced against the spot beside your head. Puffs of your breath met the skin of his inner wrist, warm and steady, occasionally hitching as he brushed against—what he presumed to be—your sensitive spots. His gaze lowered to where the two of you were connected.

Mesmerized, he wondered if you could fit more of him.

"Ngh..." A quiet curse left his lips. The thought was too lewd to imagine, he paused and let the spike of arousal pass before he continued to slide into you. When at least less than half of his cock was inside you, he would pull out and repeat the process again. Gentle, careful, methodical, in spite of his growing impatience. With slow and shallow thrusts, he was eventually met with little resistance.

You were doing so well, opening up for him while continuing to suck him back into your warmth. Quiet praises mixed with moans escaped from him. He moved to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face to gaze at your expression. Could you come just from this? Was there a chance of you both being able to come together like this?

You stirred at the touch, his hand moved to your cheek and he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip—

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked up at him. "Huh... Simeon...?"

Drawn out of his languor, he yanked his hand away as if burned. "Ah...this...this isn't what it looks like—" His sentences were fragmented. Scattered. Disjointed.

You moved to sit up before you froze, slowly becoming aware of the sensation beneath your hips. "W-what's...happeni—" Your words cut off with a gasp. You tightened even more around his cock. His fingers dug into your waist, leaving marks.

Try as he might, he couldn't respond. His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden overwhelming tightness that engulfed him. He couldn't stop from sinking deeper into you.

You pushed at his shoulder, limbs still heavy with sleep. "Wait...s-stop...!" Your breathing hitched for a second time. "Simeon...please stop—" Your words tapered off into a pained whine as his dick brushed against your inner walls. Your hand clutched at his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

Lethargy still clung to you. The gesture didn't hurt a single bit, only leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints.

The desperate note in your words brought him to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. His hand came up to brush them away before pushing you back down against the sofa. He briefly pulled out of you, he was close—so close to coming. "I'm sorry, please bear with me..." His lips brushed against the pulse point of your inner wrist in an apologetic gesture.

Your eyes widened in realization and you shook your head. "N-no, it won't fit, it won't fit—" You squirmed in his hold. "Please don't, please—I promise I won't tell anyone about this..." Your voice grew thick, more tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand slid down your waist to hook against the back of your knee, curling your leg around his waist. The tip of his dick rubbed against your hole, making you reflexively twitch at the sensation.

He leaned closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "It'll feel good, I promise," he reassured you gently before lacing your fingers together with his.

confession: as I was writing the fuckening part... unholy suddenly came on. is it a coincidence or--

#obey me simeon #tw drugging #tw noncon #tw somnophilia #obey me smut #dead dove do not read #dellet-writings #ito ang pangmanifest ko para umuwi siya sakin #ISTG IF HE APPEARS IN THE NEXT NIGHTMARE #Or if this doesnt work.... expect a pegging fic #mdni

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navybrat817 · 3 years ago

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Navy! How far would Nick go to have you?

I think he'd go pretty far, nonnie! How about this?

Just a Dream

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader, Mention of Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: The stranger in your dreams seems familiar to you. Word Count: Almost 1.1k Warnings: No sexual content, but dubcon themes and manipulation (do not read if this upsets you), memory loss, Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: This may become a thing if you lovelies are interested. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

"Morning, Summer."

You groaned, but it didn't stop you from smiling. "Why do you call me that?"

"Because you're my warmth and my ray of light."

"That is SO cheesy," you giggled.

"I thought that was one of the things you loved about me."

A warm feeling spread in your chest as the handsome man in front of you placed his hand on your cheek. You were tempted to tuck some of the long, brown hair behind his ear. It was always so soft. "If you keep calling me Summer, I'm calling you Winter. It's only fair."

"Most people fear the winter," he whispered sadly, his metal fingers grazing your skin.

"I don't," you whispered, putting your hand over his. "Now go back to sleep, Winter. It's too early."

"You can call me whatever you want, but I don't want to go back to sleep," he swore as he leaned in, his steel blue eyes staring into yours. "And I'll give you a very good reason to stay awake..."

You opened your eyes before you felt the kiss on your mouth. Instead, you felt a pair of lips brush along your forehead. It pulled you further from the pleasant dream you just had… and away from your Winter.

Who is he? Do I know him?

You tilted your chin to look at the man holding you close. Instead of seeing long hair, you were greeted with the familiar short, dark hair that you often ran your fingers through. The steel blue eyes fresh in your mind didn't match the ocean blue staring intently into your own.

It somehow felt right and wrong all at once.

"Hey," Nick whispered, smiling as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. "Mmm. You're snuggly this morning. I like it."

"I can't help myself," you whispered back as you gazed at your husband.

You were lucky to have Nick Fowler in your life. Most days, you couldn't remember what things were like before he came along. It was like you fell in love with him overnight. The rest was… history. And it hurt your head some days to think too far back.

Your memory didn't used to be that bad.

And days like today when you had those dreams, things just felt off. It didn't make sense because you had no reason to question things. You had Nick. The two of you had a beautiful home together and a good life. He made you happy.

"I lost you, sweetheart."

You blinked quickly, as if to brush the feeling off. "Still waking up."

Nick touched your cheek, almost mimicking the action from your dream. His touch felt soothing, but the usual warmth you felt was missing. "You know I can tell when you're lying to me, right?"

You tried to look away, but it was difficult with him so close. "I'm fine. Just… a weird dream," you said nonchalantly.

"Tell me about it," he urged.

"It's hard to explain," you began because you knew he wouldn't let it go. "Have you ever had a dream that's so vivid it almost has to be real? That you couldn't possibly imagine the details? Like a place or a… person?"

Nick slowly shook his head. "No. I mean, I've had vivid dreams, but that's all they are. Dreams," he answered, his hand sliding to grip your chin. "Wait, did you dream about someone? Another man? Should I be jealous?"

You gently shoved his chest at his semi-teasing tone, his hand falling away. "No reason to be jealous. You're my one and only," you promised as you sat up.

But those steel blue eyes flashed in your mind at your words. An icy stare. Like winter.

"Like you're mine," he said as he sat up, too, and took your hand. "But you still didn't answer my question."

You weren't sure how to answer him. Yes, you dreamt of someone… but it hurt to remember and you didn't know why. "I dreamt about a man who called me Summer."

You glanced down where your hands were joined when you felt the tiniest squeeze, his wedding ring digging into your skin. "Summer?" he repeated, confusion in his tone. "I don't think I've heard anyone call you that."

"I don't suppose you've met anyone with a metal arm either," you teased, but there was a glimmer of hope as you looked at him.

Why am I longing for a dream?

His eyes narrowed as he regarded you, making you squirm slightly under his stare. "No, I haven't, but this dream man of yours sounds like a catch," he said softly enough that it almost masked the bitterness.

The look he continued to give you brought a wave of inexplicable guilt. You had no reason to feel bad. And you felt strangely protective of the man in the back of your mind. "Why are you upset?"

"Because the love of my life is dreaming about another man. Makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong," he said, brushing his thumb along your hand.

Hearing that did make you feel bad. "You're not doing anything wrong. I love you," you promised. "It was just a dream."

So, why does Winter feel so real?

The corner of his lips tugged into a smile, making you relax as he brushed his nose against yours. "I love you, too. Like you said, it was just a dream. I have no reason to worry," he said with finality. "And I may not have a metal arm, but I know how to make my wife feel good," he added before he kissed you.

You let yourself get lost in the feel of him for a moment as he put his hand on the back of your head. You had to shake the dream off. Nick was real and you loved him. "Yes, you do. But I need to shower," you told him before you let yourself get carried away.

"I'll join you," he smirked, kissing the tip of your nose. "Just need to make a quick work call."

"Don't take too long," you said, pulling away and stretching as you stood up.

"Don't get started without me," he winked as you headed to the bathroom.

"Then hurry up," you smiled over your shoulder.

I can't dwell on a dream, right?

You didn't see the smile disappear from Nick's face as you shut the door, his lips set in a thin line as he grabbed his phone and waited for the sound of the water to drown out the possibility of you hearing him. "She's starting to remember. Fix it."

#navybrat answers #navybrat writes #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x female reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x y/n #nick fowler imagine #nick fowler fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #winter and summer #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails.

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants.

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug.

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head.

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast.

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets.

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave.

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better.

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia.

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple.

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle.

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…"

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair.

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas.

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

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dreamingcloudie · 3 years ago

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⚙️A Pair Of Cold Yet Warm Metal Hands - Zhongli x Automaton!Fem!Reader⚙️ (OLD)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character(s): Zhongli x Automaton!Fem!reader

Summary: Zhongli is a being with feelings, but how does one "feel" when they don't have any?

Word count: ~2k

Warning(s): Dark themes (death and murder), blood. Grammar mistakes probably, I am not an English native speaker.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, fluff

P.S. This is inspired by a song -- Kokoronashi! Zhongli is a pretty hard character to write for xD He talks in a very flowery(?) language. I hope he doesn't sound OOC here- but hey, I'll never learn unless I try :')

Autumn leaves started to fall as winter was right around the corner. The consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor -- Zhongli, decided to take a stroll outside before the time to greet winter arrives, relishing the warmth that autumn still has to offer.

Leisurely walking down the road, he noticed something, or rather someone. He came to a stop and there was an unconscious woman lying against a rock.

He cautiously walked towards her. For all he knew, this could be a trap.

"Pardon me, are you alright?" he called out, but there was no response.

He thought she was someone from around here, but upon closer inspection. She didn't look exactly... human. Something seemed off about her. At the corner of his eye, he saw something glowing. He looked to the side and there was what looked to be a core of some sort on the ground.

He knew he has seen it somewhere, but he couldn't tell what it was. The core emitted a warm glow. It looked colorful, strangely full of life.

As he was about to pick it up, it flew out of his grasp and flew to the woman. A bit taken back, he stood back and watched the scene unfold before him.

The core flew to where the woman's chest was and the body absorbed it.

Chaos fell upon the godless nation.

Families ripped apart.

The lives of the innocents were taken away forcefully.

Once screams of joy turned to terror.

"Escape from this horrid place, angel... for this land is no longer called home, but a disaster."

The woman slowly opened her eyes and she took a look at her surroundings. She was scanning the area but then she laid her eyes upon the man in front of her.

Zhongli was a bit uneased by the silent staring, he decided to ask her a question as a distraction.

"Ah, you're awake. Are you alright? I was just passing by and I saw you lying here unconscious."

She stayed quiet, with only her eyes lingering on him. Her mouth trembled, but no words came out.

'Perhaps she's too tired to say anything?'

Zhongli didn't ask any further and held out his hand instead "Here."

Still, nothing.

Well, this was quite the predicament.

Before he could say anything, the woman stood up. Zhongli noticed her movements were quite stiff. Expressionless and the movements somewhat rigid... the description reminded him of someone.

He has seen the puppet of the electro archon - The Raiden Shogun. Having been walking these grounds for millennia, it was quite out of the ordinary as this was the first time he encountered one in Liyue. Perhaps this was another god's creation similar to the Shogun? And one that he has never seen nor heard of said god? Quite impossible for an acknowledgeable person like him, as he is basically a walking encyclopedia. But hey, he's a living being, no one is perfect.

"Well, you seem unharmed. Please be more cautious in the future. I best be on my way then, it was nice meeting you."

Zhongli bidded farewell and walked away, only for him to turn back around as he heard footsteps following him. "Hm? Is there anything you need help with?" and as expected, no answer.

He continued his journey back to Liyue Harbor and the stranger kept on following him. There was nothing he could really do about it. For now, he would just let her follow him like a lost puppy.

On their way back, they came across a destroyed ruin and a ruin guard with a shattered core.

The woman abruptly stopped her tracks and went over to it. This didn't go unnoticed by Zhongli and he just stood there and observe.

She hovered her hand over where the ruin guard's core was.

'So that's where I've seen it before, it looks like a ruin guard's core. But a bit different.' Zhongli thought to himself, remembering the object he saw when he had the encounter with the stranger.

"(Y/n)." a feminine voice came out of nowhere.

"Hm?"

"That's my name, (Y/n)," The woman turned away from the ruin guard and faced Zhongli.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to speak before because it wasn't me," she carried on.

"Wasn't you?" this was getting interesting.

"Yes, it takes time for the core to overwrite the code. Who you interacted with before, was just the body following a rule 'Under no circumstances should the core immediately take control of this body once it's been inserted.' As for the reason, is to prevent the core in control to say or do anything impulsive."

The wonders of technologies were fascinating. He has done a bit of engineering before, but that was to mainly fix another god's contraption.

Zhongli nodded his head, gesturing for her to continue.

"Now that the core has slightly adjusted to this body, it should be more like 'me' but not completely. The things that I was able to do when I was human were taken away from me years and years ago..."

"It's alright, sweetheart. It'll only hurt a little... I promise."

The man had a knife in hand and he walked towards the (c/h) haired woman at a menacing pace.

"Please father...I don't want this." the woman choked out a sob.

"It's for your own good, (Y/n). This is the only way for you to live longer...Khaenri'ah is about to get destroyed and I have no other choice."

"Father, p-please, there has to be another way-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp object pierce through her flesh, the stinging pain spread through her body quickly. The pain was too much to bear, blood soaked through the fabric and it dripped onto the floor.

"It's okay, darling. The pain will end eventually. At the cost of being immortal, it's all worth it."

(Y/n) wanted to fight back but she couldn't. not when it was getting hard to breathe, energy was slowly draining from her body.

The man took out a chaos core that's been modified to store someone's consciousness in there. A bright light glowed in the process and (Y/n)'s consciousness was now inside of the core.

Leaving a body that was once full of life, was now nothing but an empty husk on the floor.

With a crazed look in his eyes, he went over to the operating table, on it was an automaton that had the same look as his daughter. He placed the last piece of component into the automaton's chest.

He watched in adoration as the machine opened its eyes.

"Ahh haha... look at you sweetie, you're so beautiful..."

Sadness was visible in Zhongli's eyes.

'At the cost of being immortal...'

What good was being immortal, why was it considered as something good and powerful in the eyes of humans? What good was being immortal, if it brings nothing but loneliness? Zhongli was an immortal himself. He has experienced great loss, he could never understand why would humans do such horrid things, in exchange to live a life so long.

The pain the woman has endured, no doubt it must've felt horrible.

"I'm... sorry to hear that," Zhongli muttered as he empathized with her.

"It's alright, it's been hundreds of years and I can't feel anything, not anymore. So it doesn't bother me."

"You can't feel anything?"

"Correct, for I am now a machine."

To roam the lands without any emotions? That's new, how does one with no feelings, 'feel'?

Zhongli has experienced a lot of things, but this, this was something new. And as silly as it sounds, he was thrilled to learn more about the automaton.

As time goes on, Zhongli has grown pretty fond of her. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he liked it. He's been treating her like she's an antique, which she technically was one. He's been giving her compliments, taking her to places to venture...

He knew she was a machine, as she said it. But he would like to believe there was part of her in there that felt the same. Silently hoping that his feelings were mutual.

He felt his heart fluttered in a way he has never felt before, and it felt nice.

As for (Y/n), she didn't feel anything different, other than her core doing something weird. She figured that the core was still trying to adjust to this body, nothing out of the ordinary. She noticed it only acted like that when Zhongli was around.

'Probably nothing serious.' she thought to herself, as she watched Zhongli sipping on his tea with her core doing what felt like loops.

"Ah, I remembered something." Zhongli put his cup of tea down and continued on with his words.

"There is a place that I wanted to show you, it's not too far from here. Would you like to go?" he questioned.

(Y/n) was confused as to why he asked her, she was a machine that has no opinions on anything. He could literally do anything without having to ask her.

She nodded her head anyways.

"Great, let's go now." Zhongli felt the corner of his lips lifting up.

'How childish of me.'

Halfway through their trip to the mountains, (Y/n)'s legs stopped moving all of the sudden.

"(Y/n)?" Zhongli also stopped shortly after she did.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. You can ask me anything."

"Why are you treating me as if I was still a human? I am a machine, no longer a sentience being. It doesn't make any sense, my core has been acting weird lately, and it only happens when you're around."

'What is this feeling? Why does my body feel heavy all of the sudden?' she thought to herself.

"I don't understand... I don't understand humans, even if I was once a human too... but it's been so long. I've forgotten what that feels like and it hurts. I don't want to be like this. It hurts..." something warm fell down from her eyes, but she was too caught up in her thinking to notice.

Without any hesitation, Zhongli wrapped his arms around her.

Having been a being with emotions for all his life, and being empathetic was something he's good at. For once, he has no idea how (Y/n) was, well, ironically 'feeling'. The only comfort he could bring was to hug them. Hoping that his warm embrace was good enough for now.

"I wish I'm able to feel again..." (Y/n) whispered against his chest.

"You can."

"What do you mean? I don't-"

"If you can't, then how come it feels like it hurts for you, hm?"

From the silence, Zhongli knew that she was thinking and he continued.

"It's okay. Although it might be confusing now, it'll all makes sense for I'll be there to teach you, to explain it to you as best as I can."

"But... don't I need a heart to do that?"

"You already have one, my dear,"

Zhongli leaned back and placed his hand on her chest.

"It's been here all along."

They sat on a hill and watched the sun slowly disappearing, greeting the moon as it slowly went up.

The temperature dropped today and Zhongli had his gloves off, his muscles were getting sore and he wanted to let them take a breather. Even as a strong being, he still shivers under the cold.

Seeing this, (Y/n) reached out and held his hand, he was a bit startled by the sudden contact with the coldness of the metal. "Oh dear, your hands feel so cold."

"Oh, they are? Sorry, I noticed you shivered a bit and I just wanted to warm you up."

She slowly retreated her hands but Zhognli stopped her "No no, please keep holding mine, even if your hands are cold. They also feel oddly... warm at the same time."

"Huh? How is that possible?"

"Well," he paused for a bit and placed his other hand on her cheek.

"You're already learning, darling. You started to care for someone and that's called consideration. The thought of you caring about me,"

He whispered as he slowly leaned in.

"Is what makes me feel warm inside." And with that, he pressed a loving kiss on her forehead. Smiling softly to himself.

He is now no longer alone.

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