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[coffee-and-geto]

“HOW CAN I LOVE WHEN I’M AFRAID TO FALL?”

“I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, as soon as you covered me from my father, as soon as I heard your laugh, saw the amazing mother you are, and realized I never wanted you to leave this house.”

pairing: CEO! satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: to your almost regret, your life as a single mother seems to be weighing more and more heavily on your worn-out shoulders. so what could be better than pretending to be the CEO’s girlfriend of the business you work for, knowing that his father is the general manager?

warnings: +18 only, smut, nsfw, her daughter is called hinata, fake dating/single mom tropes, angst, mother insecurities, fluff, reader’s ex is a jerk, unprotected sex, sex (p in v), overstimulation, pussy drunk (satoru), nipple play, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m), this fic is (really slightly) inspired from the french book ‘un printemps pour te succomber’ by morgane moncomble, including therefore small similar dialogues, (pls guys learn french only to read this masterpiece!!), fanart by @/ilameys on twt.

wc: 10,154

“Can I taste the frosting?”

Your lips curve into a smile. “Of course, angel.” You crouch down and hand the spatula coated in pastel pink frosting to your five-year-old daughter. Her little fist wraps around the handle, and joy spreads across her angelic face like rays of sunshine. “So? How is it?”

“It’s so good!” she exclaims, and you chuckle.

“I’m glad you like it.” You glance at the clock in your kitchen. “I’ll put the frosting in the fridge. While the cake bakes, go back to playing, and I’ll call you to help decorate the cake as soon as it’s ready, okay?”

Hinata nods, blowing you a kiss that you return after a moment of surprised hesitation, your lips forming an “O”. Amid delighted laughter, she skips away, and you turn back to face the bowl of cake batter.

Why does it have to be so hard?

Every birthday, you hold back tears because who said ‘single mom’ doesn’t rhyme with ‘baking your own birthday cake so your daughter can sing to you’? But what hurts more — this, or seeing your flesh and blood envy her female friends who have their dads in their arms and their mothers content with their families?

The silence of loneliness can sometimes be louder than company.

“Happy birthday! Happy birthday, mama!” your daughter sings, clapping her hands as you blow out your candles in the warm, yet dimly lit, living room. “Come on, come on! Let’s eat the cake!”

With a knife, you cut two slices, one for each of you, and it only takes a few more minutes for both your mouths to be covered in pink frosting, with laughter echoing in the room. The heartache, briefly chased away by the short-lived joy, returns later that night when your daughter snuggles up in your arms in your double bed, which seems to be missing something.

Fuck, being a single mom is tough, you think as you wipe away the tears flooding your cheeks with the back of your hand. No one to support you, all the responsibilities fall on your shoulders, and now doubts about your daughter start invading your mind: “What if she blames you later for not having a father?”, “What if she thinks you’re a bad mom?”, “Do her friends at school say anything about you being the only unmarried woman among all the parents in her class?”

These thoughts have never stopped, not even during your pregnancy, whether about the weight gained or lost, or the changes in your body. Are these regrets? But how could you regret bringing such an angel into the world? Maybe it’s more about the lousy partner who left you the second he found out you were pregnant.

Probably the second option.

°°°

“WHERE IS MY SON?!”

A male voice thunders across the entire floor of the company. You jump, turning to one of your colleagues over the small partition set up for employee privacy. “Who’s yelling like that?” you whisper, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I heard it’s the new general manager…”

Your frown deepens. “Is that why they handed me the summary of our sales figures to drop off at the office upstairs?” To prove your point, you lift the massive stack of documents.

Your colleague presses his lips together, his eyes widening in a way that already gives you the answer. “Oh God, you’re the one in charge of that? Good luck. It’s to be delivered to the new director.”

A sigh escapes your lips.

For a start to the workweek, it seems you’re about to face the stormy mood of the new boss, who apparently brought his kid to the office. What a perfect beginning.

As usual, the upper floor is deserted, as it’s generally reserved for executives with direct ties to the company’s CEO. Few people take the elevator to reach the top floor of the skyscraper. Arriving in the lonely hallway, it should be a simple task to knock on the boss’s office door, drop off the elephant-weight stack of documents, and leave.

So why does the sound of running footsteps seem to be getting closer and closer behind you?

In a flash, a man dressed in a navy blue suit rushes past you, bumping your shoulder. He nearly topples the threatening stack of papers, but you manage, at the last second, to catch everything before you lose your balance. The young man opens the door to the women’s restroom, and before entering, he glances over his shoulder.

Never in your life have eyes made such an impression on you.

Two cerulean blue orbs lock onto yours with a mischievous aura. A smirk tugs at the corner of his thin, pink lips. From his pale skin to his albino hair, the man exudes charm and beauty from every pore. The sheer allure of his appearance leaves your brain too stunned to react, numbing it. How can someone be this handsome?

“SATORU!”

His serene and amused expression vanishes instantly, and you jump in response. Replaced by an exaggerated look of fear, he addresses you, “Cover for me. If he asks you, you never saw me!” And his tall, slender body disappears into the women’s restroom.

More footsteps echo down the hallway, this time from a second man, just as tall and physically similar to the young man you just encountered — though slightly older, with wrinkles lining his face and a mix of albino hair and silver from age. You have no time to react except to straighten up against the wall.

His blue eyes, more gray and stern, settle on you as he approaches. “Did you see a man? A tall idiot running around and flirting with any woman he sees,” he grumbles the last part, his eyes thoughtfully fixed on the light carpet.

You shake your head robotically. “No… I—”

“Never mind,” he cuts you off with a dismissive wave of his hand — as if your answer is irrelevant and he’s heard it at least twenty times before. He sighs and scratches at the stubble on his chin. “Who are you, anyway?”

“An employee, sir.” You gesture to the stack of documents that’s beginning to make its weight known in your arms. “I was asked to drop this off in your office.” The tone of your voice almost pleads with him to let you in and relieve you of the annoying burden.

“The report? Ah yes, of course.” You sigh in relief as he unlocks the door with his keys. “I suppose you’re wondering who I am?”

“The new general manager, I guess?” you reply, raising an eyebrow. You drop the heavy stack onto the desk and exhale deeply. “We heard you on every floor.” You can’t help but chuckle at your own remark, offering the director an apologetic smile.

He rolls his eyes, but a light chuckle still rumbles in his chest. “You’re right. It’s because of my son.”

His son?

You repeat the word aloud, confused, and he clarifies. “My son is the new CEO of this company, and I almost regret my decision to give him that position.” He shakes his head, his gaze drifting toward the blue sky visible through the large window, then refocuses on you. “I apologize in advance. He’s going to be a real handful.”

“I understand. I think we’ll manage to put up with him,” you add with a smile.

In the end, this new boss doesn’t seem as strict as your colleagues have been saying, and his story about his son is more amusing than anything. You cough slightly into your elbow and clear your throat, murmuring an apology.

“Are you sick?” the director inquires.

“A little,” you admit reluctantly, feeling embarrassed as you adjust the mask on your face. “Sorry. I couldn’t stay home.”

“No problem.” He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “Well, I think I have some work to do. See you later, I suppose.”

You don’t hesitate to leave the boss’s office and quietly step into the women’s restroom. “Is… someone here?” you murmur in a hoarse voice.

The creaking of a door answers you, and the general manager’s son emerges from a stall, looking cautious. He looks like a little boy checking to see if his hiding spot in a game of hide-and-seek has been discovered, which makes you stifle a discreet giggle. He turns to you and offers an apologetic smile. “Sorry about earlier. I didn’t hurt you, did I, sweetheart?”

The nickname catches you off guard, and warmth floods your face. “N-No, I’m fine. You’re the new CEO, right?”

“Satoru Gojo, at your service, pretty girl.” He winks, a reminder that he’s quite the flirt.

You introduce yourself in return, running out of things to say, your hands nervously clasped by your sides.

“Pretty name,” Satoru murmurs. He closes the stall door behind him and exhales, shaking his head. “Phew! That was a close one! Thanks again!” He strides toward the exit with one last charming smile in your direction, leaving the restroom and a lingering scent of cologne behind him.

°°°°

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“Damn it, you’re so annoying with this!”

“There’s no point in moving every few months, I’m going to find you.”

“For fuck’s sake, answer my messages! I told you I need you! I swear I’ll help you raise Hinata this time.”

“I made a mistake, so let me fix it by answering my fucking messages! I know you’re reading them!”

You swallow hard, your throat tight, and press the “block this contact” button on your phone. It’s the fourth time this month. He’s been harassing you with messages and finding a way to contact you no matter how many numbers he uses, even when you change yours. The same goes for your address, as apparently changing apartments is no longer enough to escape him.

You know he’s in debt — one of the many consequences of his excessive gambling, even when you were still in a relationship with him. Smoking, drinking, and of course, downing tobacco like it was water, only to charm you while hiding this lifestyle to get you into his bed, then fleeing the moment you were pregnant.

So now that he needs a woman and a child to escape his debts, he’s reaching out to you — the woman he abandoned after promising marriage (without a ring, of course), got pregnant, and deserted, only to come crawling back to you.

“Mama? You okay?”

Your daughter’s concerned little voice pulls you out of your daze. The cartoons playing on the TV haven’t had the desired effect — they’re not distracting her from the anxiety that’s been gnawing at you day by day. Maybe today, it’s showing enough for people to notice?

“I’m fine, angel,” you reassure her with a perfect smile — perfectly fake, because that’s something you’ve learned to anchor over time.

You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you, and she nestles under your arm. “If you say so…” Hina murmurs, clutching her worn-out bunny plush.

The state of the plush catches your attention, and a pang of guilt stabs at your heart. What kind of mother lets her daughter carry around a stuffed toy in such poor condition? Maybe you are a bad mother? Otherwise, why would Hina deserve such a pitiful situation? She deserves so much better than you…

“Little angel?” you murmur as she wraps her tiny arms around your waist and nuzzles into your belly. “Are you okay?”

“I love you.”

And the three little words sound… unreal.

Hot tears blur your vision, and it takes every bit of strength you have to whisper back, “I love you too, Hina.”

°°°°

3:00 PM.

In less than an hour, you’ll need to pick up Hinata from school.

Normally, you avoid lingering at work. You go through your usual routine as an employee, nothing special or fun — a hello, goodbye, see you tomorrow to colleagues without worrying about what’s happening around you or the gossip, even when it involves coworkers getting together.

The only change: now it’s you who gets stuck with the task of delivering all the documents to the general manager. According to one of your peers, he doesn’t seem to be strict or threatening when it comes to you. So this time, you’re tasked with delivering an additional file about the production of a new product on the market to both the CEO and the general manager. For the second time, you head up to the highest floors of the company headquarters to knock on the CEO’s door — it’s the closest. But no one answers.

No surprise, since the director’s son spends his time running through the hallways to avoid his father and shirk his responsibilities, right?

You’re about to knock on the Director’s door, but a familiar gust of wind brushes your face with a soft, fresh breeze. Satoru Gojo appears beside you with a charming smile and glances at what you’re holding.

“H-Hello, sweetheart. How are… you?” he greets, slightly out of breath from yet another chase with his father.

“I’m fine. Here.” You hand him one of the folders, and he takes it, pretending to read it. “The next meeting—” But he grabs the second document and, before you can react, opens the door to his office and casually tosses them inside before shutting the door.

“SATORU GOJO! KEEP IT UP, AND I’LL DISOWN YOU!” The boss’s voice echoes through the entire floor as he appears from behind the emergency exit door. “YOU!” He points a finger at you, standing right next to him. “Still bothering our employees?” He grumbles, his jaw clenched so tightly that you can hear his teeth grinding.

“That’s not true, father!” Satoru protests, feigning outrage. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. “You’re chasing me while I’m just saying hello to my girlfriend?”

You freeze, turning your head toward him, as lost as the Director, who squints his eyes. “Your girlfriend? Since when—”

“I was going to tell you,” Satoru continues, shaking his head, his fingers squeezing your waist while you remain paralyzed. “Here’s my new girlfriend.”

“Are you lying to me and dragging some poor woman into your childish games?”

In the back of your mind, you note that he doesn’t seem to recognize you despite the last time you saw each other.

“What? I’m telling the truth! Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” And he leans in to plant an affectionate kiss on your cheek.

Your heart almost stops for a second. But you quickly snap back to reality under the insistent embrace of his arm and his hand around you. “Y-Yes…”

What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, father, my darling and I are in a hurry.” He leads you away before you have time to protest and heads toward the elevator with you.

Once the doors close, Satoru takes your hands in his and leans toward you. “I can explain everything.”

If his cerulean blue eyes hadn’t been so persuasive, you would have exploded right there and then to yell at him.

You, the girlfriend of the CEO of the company you work for? Did this really have to happen to you? You can already picture your termination letter under your nose as you exit the back of the building. A glance at your watch tells you that if you don’t hurry, you’ll be late to pick up your daughter.

“You’re in a rush?”

“I have to pick up my daughter before I’m late,” you reply curtly, “and look at the mess I’m in now!”

“I know, I know…” Satoru rubs the back of his head, right where his immaculate undercut is. “Maybe I can explain on the way? Where’s your car?” He looks around the parking lot, his eyes searching.

The question — however mundane — makes you blush with embarrassment. “I… take public transportation…” you mumble, pouting.

He furrows his brow, as if you just admitted to showering with maggot-infested soap. “Excuse me? I don’t take public transportation.”

“Well, I do.” A hint of defiance returns to protect your pride.

How could he possibly understand when he lives like a rich man, without worrying about grocery shopping, paying bills, and of course, taking public transportation during the week to avoid wasting gas because it costs an arm and a leg! But for him, that must not be part of his daily life, especially since he’s one of society’s privileged.

“Let’s take my car then.” He says this without waiting for you, as you remain standing there. He pulls out his keys and opens the passenger door. “What are you waiting for?”

“But— I— Are you out of your mind?” you burst out. “I’m not getting in that car! I’m supposed to pick up my daughter, and now I’m pretending to be your girlfriend! In front of your father!” You emphasize your words with wild, energetic gestures.

He bursts out laughing.

Cute.

“No chance. We’re going to pick up your daughter and clear this all up. And please, stop refusing to get into a car that’s way better than those buses that reek of sweat.” He rolls his eyes, and you note how much he resembles his father when he does that.

“I have an errand to run anyway,” you persist.

“And that doesn’t change the fact that I want you to get in this car,” Satoru chuckles.

Taking a closer look, the car is as luxurious as the ones you dream about at night — yours, by comparison, looks like a junk heap ready for the scrapyard. Reluctantly, you climb in, Satoru’s chivalrous demeanor not going unnoticed as he snickers at your surrender. He quickly gets in, asks for the address of the school, and sets off after starting his car, which smells just as good as he does. You feel like a piece of trash in the middle of this little universe he inhabits.

“My father bugs me every day to find a woman,” Satoru murmurs at first, one hand resting on his thigh, clad in business suit trousers, his eyes fixed on the road over his round sunglasses. “That’s one of the reasons I avoid him.”

“And why involve me?” you snap back.

“Well, to be honest, it was partly impulsive. I met you the other day, and then, in the moment, I just wanted my father to leave me alone.” He has a half-smile that makes you swallow hard, and he gives you a knowing look before returning to a serious expression. “I’m sorry for dragging you into all this.” A pause. “I just hope you’re not married, otherwise—”

“No, I— No.” You close your eyes for a moment, the innocent question burning like a fiery arrow piercing your already aching heart. Did you just hear a sigh of relief? “And your father doesn’t seem to have recognized me since the other day,” you can’t help but point out.

“The mask.” Satoru grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. “He didn’t recognize you because of that. He’s always had a bad memory and poor eyesight.”

“But you recognized me.” You focus on the road’s scenery to avoid confronting his mesmerizing eyes. “I’m not going to wear my mask forever, you know? And I don’t want to keep pretending—”

“Please,” Satoru whispers, placing a hand on yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just until he and my family get off my back.”

“I’m sorry, but—”

“How much do you want?” He asks immediately, as if he just remembered something.

“What? No! I don’t want your money!” you protest as quickly as he did. “No, I…” And you groan, sinking into your seat.

Holy shit!

“What have I gotten myself into, seriously…” you moan, crossing your arms over your chest, a grimace distorting your features.

“Please. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’ll do everything to make it just a minor detail… I’m only asking you to change your name in front of my father when you pass as my girlfriend, wear a mask, and change your hairstyle at work — if we want to avoid suspicion. He won’t suspect a thing, I swear.” He pulls into the school parking lot and parks quietly.

Thoughts bombard your already exhausted mind, and you massage your temples. Why does this have to happen to you and no one else?

Satoru murmurs your name, making you lift your head. “It will only be a few family events, just for appearances, nothing more. I won’t bother you any further.”

You sigh, and the sound of the bell signaling the end of classes rings out. “I need to think about it. Thanks for the ride. Have a nice—”

“Come back. I’ll take you home,” Satoru suggests, pressing the button to unlock your door.

What’s the point of refusing?

You nod, finally getting out of the car to go pick up your daughter, who runs toward you as soon as you reach the gate.

"Mama!" She jumps into your arms.

You return her embrace, heading towards Satoru’s car. “Did you have a good day?”

“So much fun! I made you a drawing!” She’s practically bouncing as you reach the car.

Noticing your daughter’s confused look, you clear your throat. “Uh… A-A friend of mine is giving us a ride home, okay?” She blinks innocently and waits for you to open the car door, which is almost as tall as she is. Hinata gets in as you do, and you cough slightly. “This is Gojo. My friend.”

“Hello, princess.” Satoru turns his head over his shoulder with a big smile. “What’s your name?”

“Hinata,” she replies, her legs gently swinging.

“Very pretty.”

“Thank you.” She blushes and tries to hide a smile.

On the way, you try to fill the awkward silences with small talk until you arrive at the supermarket.

You had promised to buy Hinata a new stuffed animal since last night after spending hours worrying that you weren’t being a good mother. Again.

“That one!” Hinata almost runs towards a bunny plushie that’s twice the size of her head. She grabs it with her little arms and gives it a hug.

Satoru and you reach the aisle, and out of habit, you check the price under the albino’s watchful eye. Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when you see the amount, and you place a trembling hand on Hina’s shoulder. “Angel, I think it’s—”

“…Perfect,” Satoru finishes, his large hands taking the plushie from your daughter’s tight embrace to check the price tag with its shocking number. “Do you like it, little one?” he asks, looking down at her.

Hina nods energetically. “Yeah!”

“Then we’ll take it.” Satoru hands the plushie back to her and turns towards the checkout lane, already reaching into one of his pockets for what looks like… a wallet.

You react immediately, your hands finding their way around his arm. He doesn’t push you away at all and even smiles at the contact. “Gojo… No.”

“It’s Satoru to you, sweetheart,” he whispers gently. “And why not? It’s just a stuffed animal,” he scoffs. He takes Hinata’s hand so she can place the plushie on the conveyor belt.

“No, it’s not nothing to me,” you persist through clenched teeth, embarrassed that the cashier might be paying attention to your conversation.

Satoru shrugs. The cashier scans the plushie, and he uses contactless payment to pay for it. With your hands still around his arm, he places one of his on top, an intimate closeness.

“I could get used to this,” he murmurs near your ear, making you turn beet red. But he can’t continue as your daughter clings to Satoru’s leg like a koala, showering him with a thousand thank-yous for the gift. “You’re welcome, little one.” His hand gently ruffles her hair. He grins, now turning back to you. “It’s on me. You don’t owe me anything.”

Your discreet protests, so Hinata doesn’t suspect anything, come to an end when he drops both of you off in front of your home. Hinata commented that Satoru’s car looked like the one from the movie Barbie: Princess Charm School she had seen recently. He unlocks the doors as you get out of the car. Satoru’s hand catches yours, slipping a piece of cardstock into it. His contact details are on it.

“Just in case,” he mouths silently.

Nevertheless, you slip the business card into your pocket and respond just before closing the door, “I accept.”

°°°°

“And no funny business, okay? Never run in the hallways, if he tells you to wait, don’t move an inch, and—” You stop yourself as you notice your daughter is more interested in admiring the elegant decorations of the office hallways with wide, doe-like eyes and an adorable, slightly open mouth.

To your great misfortune, Hinata’s preschool is on strike for a while — which means almost all the teachers are absent. So how do you take care of your daughter when you can’t afford to miss work? By bringing her to your fake boyfriend’s office, of course! You quickly make your way toward Satoru’s office, Hinata following with her hand in yours. But just as you raise your fist to knock on his door, two large hands land on your shoulders, nearly scaring the life out of you.

“Hey, hey!” You whip around abruptly, a new mask on your face — just as the plan intended.

“Satoru…” you grit through your teeth. Hinata looks up at him and grins. You sigh.

“What do I owe the pleasure of all this lovely company?” Satoru asks, not taking his eyes off yours while giving Hinata a high-five.

As usual, he’s dressed in a luxurious suit — probably worth the rent of the apartment you live in — his slightly tousled albino hair and the familiar scent of cologne filling your nostrils. You catch yourself staring a little too long, and mentally kick yourself when his curious gaze turns mischievous.

He just realized you were checking him out, damn it!

“Hinata’s school is on strike. I need you to watch her for the day, if that’s not a problem, and since you seemed so insistent on returning the favor I’m doing for you…” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “I see you’re spending your day roaming the offices rather than staying in yours…”

“No problem at all,” Satoru replies automatically, a pleased smile on his lips. “Ready to go to the CEO’s office?” He picks up Hina, who giggles and clings to him like a koala.

It’s your turn to smile in relief. “Thank you so much. I have a meeting with your father in an hour, and I’ll come get her at noon and again at the end of the day.” The sight of the two of them close together makes your heart melt — and for once, you don’t blame yourself for seeing Hinata happy to be with someone else.

°°°°

5:00 PM.

You’ve sent a message to Satoru asking where he was, since knocking on his perpetually empty office seems to be pointless. The meeting with the other company members about organizing the launch of a new product was particularly painful, but one thing is certain: the general manager didn’t recognize you with your more subdued hairstyle and the mask plastered on your face.

“Come to the parking lot like last time.”

And that’s the last message from Satoru (you gave him your number during lunch).

In the empty parking lot, only Satoru’s car is present, and you cast a curious glance through the windows. The two troublemakers give you a grimace — tongues sticking out and faces scrunched up. You sigh as the passenger door opens automatically.

“Satoru, you don’t have to—”

“Hina said yes and that she wants to come to my place,” Satoru cuts in with a mocking expression.

Reluctantly, you get in, your heart pounding in your chest with all sorts of panicked thoughts. However, Satoru doesn’t seem to share your reservations and starts driving as soon as you’re settled.

“So, this means you’re coming to my place,” he says, hands on the wheel and a quick glance in the rearview mirror, “and I’m inviting you to dinner.”

“No—”

“Mom! Please, Satoru is being too nice.” Hinata complains. You glance back, and she looks at you with wounded, pleading puppy eyes, arms crossed over her chest.

You grumble, slumping back against your seat as they both cheer in victory.

“By the way, I’m stopping by your place so you can pack. We’re invited to a family wedding, and my father invited us.”

“WHAT?”

°°°°

You place a box with your gift on the designated table for presents, and an arm wraps around your waist. “You look stunning,” Satoru murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, which breaks out in goosebumps.

With a flushed face, you turn your head. “Satoru…”

“What? Just because we’re pretending to be a couple and barely know each other doesn’t mean I can’t speak the truth.” He pauses. “Well, actually, we do know each other a bit, don’t we? We’ve had dinner together.” He chuckles at your half-grimacing, half-deadpan expression, pulling you closer as music fills the wedding reception hall.

You turn your head along with him toward the back of the room, where the bride’s bouquet is about to be thrown. A tight smile curves your lips — this is one thing you’ve dreamed of. Dreams have always been just that — dreams in your life, and even when love comes knocking at your door, it’s only passing through, just like your situation with Satoru.

His father didn’t notice anything, and since Satoru lives alone in a villa, it’s hard to say no when he offered for you to stay with him until he’s settled, with your own room and a staff available 24/7. He even had a tailor make a custom dress for the wedding you were both invited to. Hinata is looked after by a lovely nurse, and you’re enjoying a life you’ve always dreamed of. So why not make the most of it despite your past?

A Satoru who’s too comfortable with you isn’t so bothersome given the time you’ve spent together lately — both at the office, acting as a couple in front of certain people, and sometimes showing affection to each other to appear believable, even though they haven’t asked for kisses yet, so—

A fluffy and soft object lands right in the middle of your face and falls into your arms. You search for what seems to be a petal in your mouth and suck in your breath at what you realize it is.

The bride’s bouquet.

A gulp forces its way down your throat as the whole room applauds because… you’ve been hit in the face with the bouquet? Not to mention the lamentations of other female cousins who had jumped with all their hopes to catch it… But why you, who hadn’t asked for anything?

“Sweetheart?” Satoru mutters, his chest still pressed against your back. His tone is so sweet, nonchalant, as if you’ve been a couple for years. “My father is watching us, and I think he’s expecting me to do something.”

You swallow and nod, dreading what might happen next. Will your heart stop beating when Satoru says:

“May I kiss you?”

Never, ever, has anyone asked you that question. Not even your ex.

So, with a nervous nod, you allow him to capture your lips in a soft, languid kiss. His tender lips taste like the cotton candy children eat at the fair. They cherish yours with every movement (which you can’t help but return in kind). Each press sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

When the kiss ends, Satoru places one last kiss on the corner of your lips and clears his throat. “This is the first time I’ve wanted to marry my girlfriend.” His warm breath ignites your body.

Has your heart exploded?

If not, why can’t you breathe?

“Awww… How adorable you are with your pretty girlfriend, Satoru!”

An elderly woman approaches you both, supported by her old cane, and you note her albino hair, similar to Satoru’s.

“My dear aunt…” Satoru smiles widely without breaking away from you.

“You make a lovely couple,” Aunt Gojo continues, giving you a wise look.

“Oh, thank you.” You immediately bow and introduce yourself. Satoru’s hands squeeze your waist, and he chuckles at your manners.

“Take good care of her, you idiot,” the aunt finishes before drifting away, a tap of her cane on Satoru’s head making him sigh and rub his sore skull.

“Well, at least we look convincing, right?” he adds.

“Yes…”

Of course, he said that because he saw his aunt before you! Don’t think he said it because he meant it or—

“By the way,” Satoru takes your hand in his and leads you to the center of the dance floor, “I meant what I said before my aunt interrupted us.”

And you’re at a loss on how to interpret his playful wink.

°°°°

“WOW! Hinata, you’re so rich!”

“Is this your dad’s castle?”

Hinata takes Satoru’s hand and faces her friends in his chic living room. “It’s my daddy’s!” She nods proudly and runs off with them toward the games and festivities organized for her birthday. The children run everywhere, scream, and burst into laughter throughout the room. The perfect atmosphere.

It’s exactly what you’ve always dreamed of giving Hina.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you murmur to Satoru, who, despite your comment, shakes his head joyfully.

“I’m glad she likes it,” he replies.

“I wasn’t talking about the party.”

He freezes and turns his head toward you. “Didn’t you tell me you’d never been married?” he dares to whisper, possibly afraid of hurting you.

“That’s true. My ex left after learning I was pregnant with Hinata.” You exhale the breath you’ve been holding, the weight of the secret finally lifted.

Maybe he won’t want to keep pretending to be your boyfriend after this…

“You can still tell me his name, you know, sweetheart?” Satoru moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, as if it’s completely natural for him, but there’s a tension in his touch. “I can take care of him and—”

You shake your head to dispel the tiny bit of resentment that’s urging you to say yes. “It’s okay. Thanks for agreeing to pretend to be her father. I know it’s going to be a bit of a hassle for a while, but she cares a lot—”

“Nuh-uh.” He places a kiss on your cheek, then another on the side of your neck, causing you to shiver. “She’s already talked about it in my office.”

You open your eyes wide. “What…?”

“Hinata likes you much more than you think… You’ve suffered too much,” His other hand glides over your stomach, and his thumb traces affectionate circles on your waist.

“Thank you,” you breathe, leaning into his touch. And for a moment, the weight on your shoulders completely lifts. “We haven’t had the best birthdays recently, so I’m happy to see Hinata get what she wants.” Your eyes rest on your daughter, dressed as a fairy, waving her glittery wand at one of her friends dressed as a witch. “So, thank you for everything.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. But which birthday are you talking about? Yours? When was it?”

Embarrassed, your mouth feels dry. “...A while ago.”

Satoru pulls you tightly against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you, his nose buried in your hair. “You’re such a strong woman… I can take care of you if you want. You and Hina will live like princesses, and if you want to sleep with her or have your own room, that’s no problem for me.”

“What? No, Satoru, you’re joking…”

“I’m not joking,” he insists, his gaze diving into yours — and for a second, sincerity fills his cerulean eyes.

With your mouth slightly open, you whisper, “We barely know each other, and—”

“Mama! Papa! We need to break the piñata!” Hinata rushes over to you, not paying any attention to how close you are to Satoru, and grabs each of your hands.

“Yes, angel, we’re coming,” you respond to your daughter with a weary smile, before glancing at Satoru, who is no longer looking in your direction.

Why are his ears so red?

°°°°

You place the last birthday decoration box in a corner of the living room as Satoru asked and straighten up with a grimace from your aching back. “Geez…”

The upper floor of the huge house is strangely quiet, and you furrow your brows. Could they have gone downstairs?

“Hinata? Satoru?” you call out as you walk through the hallways.

The evening darkness makes it hard to see clearly, and only the faint beam of light escaping from the kitchen door guides you.

“Are you there?” you ask, gently pushing the door open, and what you find leaves you stunned.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the two of them exclaim, holding an enormous cake between them.

A few candles illuminate the underside of their beaming faces, party hats perched on their heads. The kitchen is a huge mess, counters covered in flour and frosting, and dishes overflow from the sink, threatening to topple over.

You stand speechless as they continue to sing your birthday song. Your nostrils and eyes start to itch strangely. Why is your vision suddenly blurring? It looks like transparent waves just above your lower lashes, threatening to overflow if you dare to blink. Yet, you can’t escape it.

Not when they set the cake on the table and pull you into a hug while your nose runs, tears roll down your cheeks, and your choked-up throat is on the verge of bursting into sobs. Satoru keeps kissing your hair, never stopping for a second to comfort you with sweet and reassuring words, his hand drawing circles on your back. Hinata wipes your tears while her own roll down her little cheeks.

Seeing you cry has always been contagious for her.

The moment gives you a glimpse of what your life would be like if you had a complete family, and Satoru’s words echo in your mind. How could he be so perfect in just a few weeks of knowing him?

Once the emotion passes, a few minutes later, you eat your birthday cake with laughter and cheer, accompanied not just by the one person who now means everything to you, but by both.

°°°°

“Watch out, Hina. You have applesauce on your chin,” Satoru chuckles, his hand grabbing a napkin to wipe the excess food around the child’s mouth.

The heartwarming scene makes your heart swell. You definitely don’t regret going out with Satoru and Hinata to have a meal at a chic terrace in their company. The family atmosphere finally gives you a glimpse of the life you’ve always hoped to live. Hinata growing up with a loving father and mother, and you, loved and supported by an ideal partner. Why not reconsider Satoru’s proposal, then? He’s the first man to think of you, even after your birthday had passed some time ago.

“I’m going to the restroom,” you murmur to Satoru, who nods in response, a wry smile curling his pink lips.

But why did it have to be on this day that a man finally approaches the two people you care about just as you slip away? He clearly waited from afar for you to let your guard down around your daughter so he could show up right in the middle of the table, facing a little girl — his daughter, technically — next to a man who isn’t her father.

Satoru slowly raises his head toward him, brows furrowed and wary. “Can I help you?”

Your ex says your name. “Where is she?” he mimics asking as if he didn’t know.

“What do you want with her?”

“To talk to her. I have the right. And you’re with my daughter, just so you know.” He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to appear threatening, but Satoru remains stoic, more contemptuous than anything else in the face of such a scruffy, unshaven nuisance.

“She’s not here; you can leave,” Satoru responds. And out of protective instinct, he pulls Hinata’s chair closer to him, his eyes narrowed. Satoru understands perfectly that your ex is back to claim his rights over his daughter, just as he’s been harassing you with messages about it.

“Excuse me? When my daughter is in the arms of a stranger? I could call the police immediately and we’ll sort this out very quickly,” your ex retorts sharply. He takes a step toward a lost Hinata, her big doe eyes blinking innocently between the two men. Of course, she doesn’t recognize him.

An altercation begins between the two, which naturally attracts the attention of other diners around. And you walk into the middle of the scene, frozen in shock at the sight of your ex hurling threats at Satoru.

“She’s taking my daughter, so I’m taking her back! And it’s not a bastard like you who’s going to help her regain my rights!” your ex spits with venom. His icy eyes find yours, terrified, your hands trembling and your complexion as pale as a sheet. He’s about to address you with the same angry speech, his face flushed with rage and a vein ready to burst at his temple.

Do you get déjà vu?

“‘Your daughter’?” Satoru repeats with a deadly gaze and a jaw quivering with rage. “She’s been sitting next to me for over an hour, I’ve been feeding her for over an hour, she’s been calling me by my name for over an hour, and you’re talking about ‘your daughter’? At this point, whose daughter is she... yours or mine?”

Your ex, publicly humiliated, opens his eyes wide with hatred. “You little son of—”

“Sir, we ask that you leave the terrace; you’re disturbing our customers,” a security guard declares firmly. He’s accompanied by another colleague, and when your ex protests, they grab him by the arm and escort him away amidst his shouting and the murmurs of other customers who keep staring at the three of you.

You move closer to Satoru, who immediately stands up upon seeing you — having not realized you were there — and can only offer you an apologetic look. “Let’s go,” you silently mouth (your throat too tight to dare let a sound escape, fearing it might break before you say anything), taking the hand of a silent and lost Hinata. “I’ll pay the bill and—”

“It’s already taken care of; we can go,” Satoru gently interrupts, following you to his car.

And it’s on the silent drive back that you realize something.

You’ve officially fallen in love with Satoru Gojo.

°°°°

“Look, Mom, Dad and I made a drawing for you!” Hinata proudly holds up a colorful picture with three easily recognizable characters on it.

“Did you brush your teeth?” you ask as you take the drawing to admire it, just as much smiling as your daughter. She nods and then does a little twirl to show off her new pajamas that Satoru gave her earlier in the day. “It’s beautiful. You’re so talented,” you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Satoru appears in the doorway of Hinata’s room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a perpetual playful smile curving his lips. “Ready to go to sleep?”

“Yes, and I showed our drawing to mama,” Hinata asserts, bouncing on her bed.

“Oh yeah? Did mama like it?” Satoru asks softly, his eyes now locked with yours.

“Mama loved it and thanks Daddy,” you whisper, your voice quivering with emotion that threatens to spill over.

Half an hour later, Satoru and you find yourselves in the hallway with a sleeping Hinata and her little lullaby snores.

Satoru wraps his arm around your waist as usual and buries his face in your neck. Your heart is already racing, and your breath catches when he says, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” The embrace is a simple hug but with unspoken words easily guessed.

“For everything.” Satoru sighs, and for a split second, you hope he’ll let you speak, but no. “I didn’t mean to make a scene and—”

“And you think I’m going to blame you for protecting us? That I wasn’t touched by what you said about Hina?” you mumble near his ear. The closeness gives you another chance to see his ears turn red. “Is Satoru shy?” you giggle, open to teasing. He hums, hiding his face so you don’t see his expression.

“I love you.”

You blink, because you must have heard wrong. “Huh?”

“Marry me.” And he’s already on his knees before you, eyes pleading. That usually confident cerulean blue is now so submissive, so close at hand… But the sudden turn of events leaves you stunned. “I want to be your husband, not just have you as my wife. I want to raise Hina with you and give you everything you need.” Not letting himself be distracted by your stunned expression, he continues, “Want my money? I’ll give it to you. My house? It will be in your name. Want my body? It belongs to you. My heart? It’s already yours.” And he starts kissing the backs of your hands desperately. “I love you, I love you… Please, marry me…”

“Satoru… You—” you stammer, backing away, your brow furrowed. Everything is a jumble in your head, both from his touching declaration but also because it’s all moving too fast for you. “You… love me?” you manage to whisper.

He crawls to you and wraps his large arms around your thighs, almost choking with desperation. “I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, as soon as you covered me from my father, as soon as I heard your laugh, saw the amazing mother you are, and realized I never wanted you to leave this house.” He whispers your name like a divine invocation. “I’ve fallen in love with you more than just once.”

You don’t immediately respond, and that’s okay in his eyes. He doesn’t want to pressure you, just for you to know the truth and for him to be completely transparent with you.

“It’s okay if you don’t share my feelings; I just want you to know that—” But he’s cut off by your rush toward him on the floor as you press your lips to his, pulling him into the dance of your lips that one gives to the other in a long, passionate kiss. “God… I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Satoru,” you murmur against his mouth between kisses that turn into moans as he slides his warm, wet tongue between your lips to request access to your mouth.

Both of your breaths become ragged and heavy. Satoru takes the opportunity to lift you by the underside of your thighs and lead you to his bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him without breaking the contact of your swollen, desirous lips. He gently lays you on the king-size bed with silver satin and frost-blue sheets.

With a tenderness of loving slowness, Satoru breaks the kiss. “Do you want to continue?” he asks, his voice husky. You nod timidly, but he shakes his head with his mischievous smile — finally back. “Nuh-uh. Your words, sweetheart.”

“I want it, Satoru,” you reply after a sigh of exasperation so adorable in his eyes that it makes him laugh, then he places a light kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Alright… Gonna take care of my beautiful girl, the best, the most wonderful mother, and maybe future wife—” He places a finger on your lips. “Oh no, you’ll answer that later if you want, when I have something concrete for that occasion.”

You sigh in frustration because the answer is already on the tip of your tongue, but it soon turns into a moan as he kisses the side of your neck with such deliberate slowness that you really wonder if he’s going to tease you to the limit. His hands roam over your clothed chest, exploring your already hardened nipples. His lips find their way to your collarbone, marking it with love bites and hickeys that elicit muffled moans from you.

“If you knew how long I’ve dreamed of doing this…” Satoru comments with a touch of affection, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your shirt. “Exactly how I would act with my wife—”

“And your father?” And he chuckles again.

“We don’t care about him.” He casually tosses your top aside to tease your sensitive, erect nipples through the fabric with his thumbs. “Such humble underwear… Would you like me to buy you something more daring?” he purrs, pulling on a strap to snap it against your gooseflesh-covered skin.

“Would you do that?” You bring your lips to his, and he immediately responds to the kiss. You also remove his black turtleneck sweater to reveal his toned, muscular torso. An adventurous hand glides over his chest, making him groan slightly, and then stops at his lower abdomen where a vein runs lower down. You place a kiss there with a small, sly smile.

For the first time, you’re about to make love with someone.

“Hmm? Satoru? Have you ever thought of me in outfits like this?” Your nimble fingers unbutton his pants, revealing a prominent bulge in his fly.

“Sweetheart, don’t—” he hisses between his teeth from the sensation of the slight friction between his erection and your eager fingers as they pull down his pants to caress and rub his dick through the thin fabric of his boxer. “Your hands feel so good…” He breathes softly, his hands stroking your bare arms with a feather-light touch.

“Answer my question…” you purr, your nails pulling at the underwear to free his hard, twitching cock. The tip is perfectly reddened, with veins coursing along its pale length of 8 inches. Almost automatically, your mouth waters, and you waste no time kissing the slit of his already glistening tip with pre.

“Babe, don’t tease…” Satoru closes his eyes and lets your hand wrap around his length, begging to be touched. “F-fuck— Yes, yes, I’ve thought about it, about buying you the most expensive and luxurious lingerie— ah!” he almost whimpers. You take a little over 2 inches of him into your mouth to stroke the base. “But also in those maternity clothes— oh god… C-can you really blame me?” He rolls his eyes and can’t help but buck his hips toward you, his body pleading for your mouth to take care of him.

You withdraw his cock from your mouth to whisper, “So you’re a naughty boy, hmm?”

“I won’t last if you keep this up— hgnn…” he whimpers completely, his dick splitting your mouth in two as you take him all in. Your head starts to bob back and forth, and he is so close that he spills moans of your name. “G’nna cum, baby, don’t—”

You hollow your cheeks, and the next moment, he cums in your mouth, long, thick ropes of his release filling your already full mouth with his shaft. You hum under his orgasm and swallow slowly. You slide his dick out of your mouth with the same rhythm to smile at a Satoru with ears as red as his cheeks.

“F-fuck, sweetheart,” he pants, his calloused finger wiping away the mixed cord of your saliva and his cum with a swipe of his thumb.

“M-hmm… You taste so sweet…” He doesn’t let you continue and crushes his lips against yours, tasting himself on your mouth. “I want you, Satoru…”

“I’m yours, princess.” He helps you quickly remove your remaining underwear so that you’re completely naked in front of him, knees resting on the expensive mattress. He kneels at the foot of the bed, and his fingers explore your sensitive, already dripping cunt.

“So wet for me… Did I do this to you just with my cock?” His fingers spread your swollen folds to gather your fluids and rub your throbbing, needy clit.

Your nails dig into his arm as you lift your hips under the sharp pleasure. “Satoru, it feels good…” you gasp in a whimper. His forefinger and middle finger spread your wetness all around your intimacy. “Please don’t tease…”

“Not tease? Weren’t you doing it, sweetheart? What a nerve,” Satoru scoffs, tapping his finger at your entrance. “Can I?”

“Please…” You wince as you move your hips down for more. And that’s exactly what he does, immediately inserting his finger into you, cursing.

“You’re so fucking tight… and so wet,” he curses, his finger moving in and out of you with careful softness. “I can already fuck you without making you cum first.” He stops finger-fucking you and looks up at you. “Is that what you want, love?”

You nod before arching your back on the bed. Satoru climbs onto the mattress and helps you wrap your legs around him. “That’s it…” He takes his length in his hand and teases your responsive cunt with the tip to get it wetter.

“Don’t tease, Toru, I swear…” And he smirks.

“Toru?”

“Sorry, I—”

His tip presses against your tight, pulsing entrance, and he grins. “I want you to moan that nickname while I fuck you, ’kay?” He grips your hips to pull you closer to him, and with one swift movement, he slides into you, a groan escaping from behind his lips as your deliciously tight, warm, gummy walls wrap around him as if you were meant for him.

The stretch causes a slight discomfort at first, and you almost cry in relief when Satoru notices. He patiently waits for you to adjust before starting a slow, deep rhythm inside you.

You widen your lustful eyes, tears forming at their corners. “Ah! Toru… Jus’ like that…” Your eyes roll back as the tip of Satoru’s dick hits the back of your cervix, making you shiver and tighten around him. “Fuck… s’deep…”

“So fucking perfect, so fucking mine,” Satoru groans, his hips rocking into you without ceasing to swell between your gummy walls. His chest rises and falls in a breath as ragged as yours, asking for more every time you moan for him to go deeper. (He discreetly rolls his eyes and babbles incomprehensible words — completely pussy drunk.)

And that’s exactly what he does. He slams back in brutally, making you cry out his name with each thrust. “Shhh… You don’t want Hina to hear us, right? So keep quiet, baby…” He helps stifle your gasps and moans of pleasure by capturing your lips with his, alternating between fast, rough thrusts and slow, gentle ones in your hole that he fucks shamelessly.

Blood rushes to your ears, a rare sensation you haven’t truly felt the last time you were with someone. It wasn’t just about carnal pleasure between Satoru and you — but about love. The fusion of bodies loving each other and providing mutual pleasure, even as they burn for each other— physically and emotionally.

One of Satoru’s hands slowly slides to one of your breasts and teases a sensitive nipple. The arch in your back encourages him to detach his mouth from yours to capture the other nipple with his wet lips. The growl he lets out sends a wave of intense shivers through you, making your eyes roll in overstimulation.

“P-please, Toru, please, I’m already close,” you whimper against your trembling palm — a feeble attempt to contain your sweet sounds as he speeds up his hip movements in your sloppy cunt — the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room. Your words are punctuated by the tightening of your walls around him, swearing he could cum inside you just from hearing you beg.

“Cum on my cock, baby, cover it,” he coos, giving another kiss to your abused chest. The clenching of your jaw with your teeth dug into your lower lip forces you to groan. “Want me to fill you up?” And you nod, tears showing your imminent orgasm. “Anything for you, my beautiful girl.” His hips slam against yours, and his fingers continue to tease your breast, rubbing your puffy clit.

Satoru’s own breath becomes heavier, more labored as he keeps singing praises while you gasp, his lips pressed along the line of kisses he’s placing down your jaw. “T-Toru, Toru, cumming!” you cry out as your walls spasm around his cock while he reaches his peak and fills you with his hot, liquid release, warming your lower abdomen. You see blinding stars illuminating your vision.

He hisses almost gutturally, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “Oh god… S-Squeezing me while I’m cumming too…” He closes his eyes for a moment, letting his peak subside at the same rhythm as yours, his forehead damp with sweat resting against your chest. 

Only pants and groans escape your lips, each one accompanied by difficult swallows and the feeling of your sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

“How was it? Did I make you feel good?” Satoru asks immediately, once his breath has returned.

The concerned questions touch your heart so deeply that you lift tearful eyes to him. “Are you going to leave, after this?”

His expression falters, and he gently withdraws from you to envelop you in his embrace. “No, baby, of course not… I won’t, I swear on my life I won’t leave you… I’m not him. I’m the one who hopes you won’t leave…” he whispers hurriedly. “Don’t think about that. I’ll always be here, for you and for Hina…”

You sniffle, your eyes red. But Satoru smiles tenderly, wiping away your hot tears. “Save your tears for later, sweetheart.”

“Why?” You clear your throat.

He sighs, the aftermath of the effort from the activity settling on him, and places a chaste kiss on your sweaty temple. “Did I tell you that my father invited us to dinner tomorrow night?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but what’s the link?”

“Don’t you understand?” he murmurs in your ear, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll understand in time.”

°°°°

“I see. So it was an unexpected encounter.” Gojo’s father nods, shrugging his shoulders. “But I wonder how a woman like you can have feelings for such a fool…”

Satoru chokes on a piece of meat he’s chewing and takes a sip of his water. You stifle a giggle, with some steamed vegetables speared on your fork, just waiting for you to devour them. For a man who appears so stern and strict, Mr. Gojo is quite a wealthy man who spends his days reprimanding his son for not doing this or that.

Yet, there’s a certain paternal camaraderie between them — a father-son relationship, if you will.

“That’s not true,” Satoru retorts, his voice still gravelly. He has an adorable pout on his lips, like a child wrongly scolded.

“Yes, like you’re not a womanizer,” his father retorts, rolling his eyes.

“It was so you’d leave me alone,” with furrowed brows, he wears a mischievous smile at his father’s incredulous expression, “but sweetheart came into my life,” he continues, looking at you with a tenderness he has rarely shown.

“I hope you manage to put up with him until… well, until you decide to marry — if that’s what you choose,” his father sighs, turning his attention back to the dish in front of him.

“Satoru isn’t a bad person, you know,” you start gently. “He is certainly a thoughtless brat with grotesque immaturity,” Satoru almost spits out his water this time, and you continue with a wry smile, “but he has a great sense of attention and unmatched generosity. I believe he will be a good husband, I assure you.”

“I must admit,” he says with a wise smile, his wrinkles less pronounced.

Satoru casually says your name, “Yeah, yeah… By the way, could you pass me the salt, please?”

You freeze, while Satoru’s father suddenly looks up with an incredulous expression. “Who?”

And you smack your forehead with the palm of your hand.

°°°°

The cries of a newborn fill the room as, breathless and on the verge of fainting, the midwives congratulate you, bringing your second child wrapped in clean blankets at your request.

“He’s beautiful…” Satoru murmurs as he approaches you, leaning down to the tiny baby with his albino hair and blue eyes — his exact likeness. “Thank you, my love, thank you, thank you, thank you…” His voice breaks as you raise a weak, exhausted hand toward him, but with a serene smile on your lips as you whisper how much you love each other.

He immediately wraps his fingers around yours, your wedding rings sparkling as they brush together like stars sealed for eternity.

a/n: how i love desperate men, hihi! 🤭 hope you all enjoyed this one-shot!

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison

[nadvs]

how dare u just end it there “…they’d be competitive over who can make the other one moan louder 🤭”

pls do a lil blurb🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

they’re definitely the kind of couple who always want to one-up each other 🙂‍↕️

based on this fic! 18+!

» au masterlist

it starts with a text. she’s sitting in a lecture when she gets a message from rafe saying: that was you holding back last night? you were screaming.

they’ve been official for a few weeks now. rafe already thought the sex was incredible, but now that they’re together, paired in something real, it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced.

they hooked up in her dorm the night before. they were under her sheets, rafe on top, moving with hard, fast thrusts, their moans interlaced in the air. before, as they undressed each other, she said they’d have to hold back because she didn’t want her neighbors to hear.

“you sure you can be quiet?” he asked.

“someone’s sure of himself,” she teased.

now, as she reads his text, her skin flushes hot, remembering the slow, sexy grunts he was letting out. she replies: you were louder than me.

he texts back: no baby i think the whole building heard you. she replies: you’re remembering wrong…

he says: do i have to prove it? she texts: yes.

that night, they go out on a date, and instead of starting the engine when they reach his car after dinner, rafe leans closer to her, putting a hand on her bare thigh, lifting up her dress.

“you wanna go somewhere you don’t have to worry about being loud?” he asks.

she can only nod, body tingling at the feeling of his hand dipping to grip her inner thigh.

he parks the car at the dead end of a street, no buildings in sight, and wastes no time shutting off the engine and shifting to unbuckle her seatbelt.

they’re a tangle of limbs as they kiss and shift to the backseat, rafe sitting up while she straddles him, their breaths shallow.

he grips her ass as she grinds against him, their cheeks grazing with every movement.

“none of that holding back bullshit, alright?” he rasps into her ear.

“yeah,” she breathes. “and none of that i’m louder bullshit, either.”

rafe smirks against her mouth.

“you honestly think i’m louder?” he says. “i really do need to prove it, hmm?”

“i guess i need to record us,” she sighs.

the thought thrills him as he watches her lean back to pull her phone out from her purse. she settles her phone onto the console, the car too dark to film any visuals, but close enough to film their sounds.

he grips her ass tighter once she settles on him again, a whispered gasp spilling from her mouth.

“already losing?” he teases.

she lowers her hand between their bodies, gripping him over his jeans. he whispers a shit, making her smile.

it’s immediately a competition, both of them doing what they know will earn moans of pleasure from the other.

he yanks the front of her dress down, capturing her nipple in his mouth. she strains to hold back her moan.

she unzips his jeans, roughly tugging them down with his boxers, rubbing the precum over his tip with her thumb, making him throw his head back and groan low.

he dips two fingers into her mouth, getting them wet with her spit, before shifting her panties to the side and sinking them inside her. this time, she can’t stifle her moan.

she rides his fingers, writhing and panting, eventually getting so impatient that she grasps his wrist to move his hand so she can ride him the way she wants to. she holds him at his base as she sinks down onto him, his groan filling the car.

“fuck,” rafe murmurs. “no warning?”

“do you need one?” she taunts.

his hands tightly grasp her hips, feeling her roll her body, using him, leaning forward to rub her clit against his skin to find the best friction.

she rolls her eyes back as he tightens his hold onto her hips and starts fucking her from his seated position, thrusting hard.

her breathy moans are getting away from her, so she covers her mouth with her hand, but he roughly grips her wrist and pins it at her lower back, locking his lips against the crook of her neck as he slams into her.

she clenches around him, purposely to provoke him, and it works, his groan deep and guttural.

“you’re not gonna make me come first,” he whispers.

“i am,” she says, “you’re gonna come so fucking hard inside me.”

“goddamn,” he groans. “you can’t talk like that.”

“because i’ll win?”

rafe clenches his jaw, shifting to get her on her back. she sinks into the firm seat as he cups the back of her knees, propping her legs up before he leans to push into her again.

he hates that he can’t move as freely as he wants to in the backseat, but it’s enough to make her gasp in pleasure when he starts to rub her clit with his thumb.

her hands press against the car door as he pounds into her, tracing circles on her clit, the car shaking with how hard he’s fucking her.

“this pussy belongs to me,” he breathes. “say it.”

“it’s yours, it’s yours,” she sighs, her words rushed, arching her back. she plays with her tits just for him to watch and he can’t look away, even if she is doing it just to make him groan, to make him come first.

“look at me,” he orders. she meets his eyes in the dim car and stares at him as he slams into her, rubbing her clit with perfect pressure, filling her over and over again. “you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

he knows praise always sends her over the edge. frustrated, she bites her lip.

“taking it so fucking good,” he rasps. “so fucking good.”

the sweet, sinful mix of his words, the sounds of him pounding into her and playing with her, the feeling of pressure and tightness becomes too much and she can’t control the wave of pleasure that washes over her.

she tightens around him again and he can’t hold back any longer, coming inside her while her walls flutter around him. their moans tangle together, filling the car with a loud, shared groan.

they’re a panting mess afterwards. he kisses her slowly, lazily, as they come down. once they find the strength to put their clothes back on and move to the front seats again, she stops the recording.

“i don’t even know who won,” she laughs breathily. “i guess we can check later.”

rafe is so weak that he can barely speak.

“i won,” he says.

she rolls her eyes and smooths down her hair.

they listen to the recording once he pulls up in front of her building to drop her off. they decide it’s a tie. mainly because hearing it turned them on all over again and they’d rather pretend to agree so that they can go up to her room and do it again.

[hysteria-things]

i REALLYYY need a sub matt fic plsss i read the one when he gets hard from seeing her in a bathing suit but can u do one where the triplets are like filming a video and she like like bends down to get something and sees how flustered it makes matt so then she just continues to do stuff like that like stand in front of him and "accidentally" backing up into him yea like stuff like that u know the rest 😁😁😁 (if so could u pls add a little bit of a mommy kink obviously if not that's totally fine)

PLEASE ME

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: while filming a video with the sturniolo triplets, you notice matt acting strange so abruptly. when you realize what it’s about, you want to take advantage of it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FILTHY, unintentional teasing lol, handjob, p in v, mommy kink, begging kink, praising, a little degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 912

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: these requests are literally all the same LMAO

i’m sorry if the mommy kink isn’t RAGING for some reason typing that out makes me cringe a little😭

EDIT: hi second anon i’m very sorry i forgot to put the tata sucking that’s so my bad💔

matt couldn’t help but stare. the boys decided to go roller skating for fun and film for wednesday’s vlog. currently, matt’s at the booth you guys picked out to rest while his brothers are still on the floor.

you wanted to rest your feet as well, so for now, you’re in charge of filming the two over the loud music and other people.

he watches as your body is hunched over the wall dividing the rink to the main area, your skirt lifted ever so slightly. you look so attractive to him, his pants tightening as he looks in your direction.

“that’s good for now, thanks y/n!” chris says as he skates by, giving you a thumbs up.

your giggle fills matt’s ears, his hips having a mind of their own. he thrusts softly into the edge of the table, whining lowly.

“are you alright?” you question, now standing in front of his face.

his eyes are wide like he’s scared. you have a look of genuine fear on your face because he’s been acting fine all night until this moment. “holy shit, matt. seriously, are you okay?”

“i-i need to use the bathroom.” he stammers, quickly getting out of his skates and speed-walking to the other side of the building.

“matt, hold on!” you call out, but he ignores you. you stumble to get your skates off, sprinting after the boy.

catching up to him as he’s about to enter the boy’s room, you grab his wrist and turn him around. his eyes are tearing up as if he’s about to start crying or something. “matt, what the hell?”

“it hurts.” he pouts, looking down at the ground.

face visibly confused, you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. “what hurts?”

he slowly removes his jacket from in front of his pants, revealing the raging boner through his jeans. “oh.”

his lip quivers, still avoiding eye contact from the embarrassment. “it hurts so fucking bad.” he whines louder.

honestly, you feel bad for him, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t help… right?

before his brain can comprehend what’s going on, you push him into the restroom and lock the door, laying him down on the ottoman that’s in the center of the spacious room.

biting your lip, you bring your hand down to the inside of his pants, palming him through his underwear. he moans desperately, a wet spot forming from the pre-cum.

he’s so sensitive that he’s twitching already, and that’s your sign to wrap your small hand around his dick, moving up and down.

“what a pretty boy, you are.” you coo, his eyes fluttering back with a positive hum. taking your thumb, you move it on his swollen tip. his poor dick is aching for a release, or even better, to be inside of you.

you feel him tighten, moving your hand faster and faster with each pump. squirming rapidly below you, he sticks his tongue out from the pleasure. “i’m gonna cum!” he moans.

you tut. “ask.”

he mewls, eyes closing shut while panting uncontrollably. “please let me cum, mo—”

you smirk amusingly, knowing damn well what was going to fall past his lips. “who?”

sniffling, he now looks at you with a pleading face. “can i cum, mommy?”

giving permission, he spurts his hot liquid down his shaft, but you don’t stop. you keep pumping, hovering over him and slipping your panties to the side with your free hand. “such a good boy.” you praise.

he loves that.

matt hisses once you start to bounce slowly on his cock, still feeling stimulated from his high. it hurts him, but it feels too good at the same time.

his mouth hangs wide, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you start to gradually get faster.

whines and whimpers echo along the walls. thank goodness the music is so loud outside, otherwise people will be able to hear how pathetic he sounds.

you moan too, but not as loud as he is. his voice mind as well be gone by the end of this.

the way your walls engulf him perfectly rubs him the right way, biting his lip and whining nonstop. you whisper praises into his ear, knowing that it gets him closer.

“mo-mmy.” he says high-pitched. “please let me cum i-inside you. please, mommy.”

the begging has you clench, lips ghosting his. “you’re so pathetic right now, i love it.”

eyes crossing, he spills deep into your cunt you can feel it in your stomach. he shakes his head frantically. “e-enough. it hurts too good!”

“come on, baby.” you kiss him sloppily, hands tangling in his hair and tugging at it in the process. “you don’t want mommy to milk you dry?”

tears start trickling down his cheeks, and cries and sobs of pleasure enter your mouth as he tries to kiss you back.

the previous orgasm still leaks, but another one comes rushing in. he’s cumming so much to the point where you’re full, and the rest smears out of the sides of your pussy.

moaning one final time, you release what you were holding around him.

he twitches at the slightest touch, eyes still crossed from the ecstasy that flowed through his body in the short amount of time.

it’s crazy to think about, but you were best friends at the beginning of the night. now the night ended with you pumped full of his cum.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[lvis44]

Cabin Fever - Pt. 3 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Angst, Lewis being an ass, allusions to mental health struggles, 18+ MINORS DNI, not edited

Word Count: 5.3k+

Summary: He's your Sister in Laws best friend, you shouldn't even have to deal with him. Always seeming like a cocky arrogant prick, and now here he is crashing your family Christmas. Can you handle a full week of Lewis Hamilton? Or might he not actually be as bad as he seems?

Notes: A bit more drama for you guys tonight but this is nothing compared to what we've got coming up, oopsie lol. Hoping to get the next part out quickly so it kinda aligns with the holidays in real time! I would also formally like to start an important conversation about why the hell this man only seems to own winter jackets the color of a highlighter (im sure it's for safety when snowboarding but pls). I love you all and I'm so happy you guys are enjoying our angsty little Christmas fic!

As always, I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy!

**italics are a jump back in time**

The moment you make your way downstairs the next morning you are ready to turn and run back up to your room. You can hear everyone in the kitchen already, much to your surprise. Their voices are much louder than you would have wanted but you carry on, aware that the only way you’re getting coffee is by showing your face in there.

“Well good morning sleepy head! I was wondering when you’d show up.” Your dad greets you warmly.

“Hey I was up long before any of you yesterday.” You argue as he pulls you into a side hug.

“I do believe I was up before you.” Lewis pipes up with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” You grumble, trying to conceal the roll of your eyes but when you meet Lewis’ gaze you know you’ve failed, “I need coffee, lots of it.”

Tom laughs from over at the coffee bar where he seems to be making himself some sort of fancy espresso, “Coming right up.”

You thank him, taking a seat next to your brother at the island, watching the chaos ensuing on the other side of the kitchen. Your mother, Beatrice, and Vanessa are in what seems to be party planning mode. They’re rummaging through cupboards and running back and forth to the fridge, Vanessa has a notebook out creating some sort of list, Beatrice is loudly reading some recipe from her phone.

“How long has this been going on?” You ask the men at the counter, trying to keep your voice low.

“About twenty minutes, they’ve probably got another twenty in them.” Lewis says, picking up his coffee and watching the scene himself.

You let out a deep breath, already exhausted by the amount of energy flowing through the room, praying you don’t somehow get sucked into it as well.

“Y/N, thank goodness you’re up!” Vanessa says excitedly, finally noticing your presence on one of her trips around the kitchen.

“Good Morning.” You respond softly, trying not to allow any chance of being roped into whatever is going on.

“So,” Vanessa's voice comes out chipper and matter of fact as she puts her palms down on the counter, evidently ready to give you the full run down, “I felt so bad yesterday, I had so many things planned for a fancy breakfast and the weather just had to ruin it all so I really want to make up for all of it today. Thank you again for pulling that off yesterday, I was so grateful, but I want a big fancy family brunch, we haven't had one in so so long and I’ve been thinking about it since I started planning this trip. And I don’t want it to be our Christmas morning brunch, I want it to be its own special moment, ya know?”

You can tell that your eyebrows have gotten higher on your forehead with every word that she has said, speaking faster than you could ever comprehend at the early hour. You hear your brother take a deep breath from next to you as Lewis chuckles lowly.

“I’m sure it will be wonderful, very talented ladies doing the cooking.” Tom tells his daughter before setting a delicious smelling cup of coffee down in front of you, “Here you go Y/N.”

“Thank you, it smells fantastic.” You say sincerely, happily wrapping your chilly hands around the warm cup.

“It better, I brought my own beans and everything. That should be the best cup of coffee you’ve had in your life.” He tells you proudly.

“It was a phenomenal cup of coffee.” Lewis says with an amused smile on his face, one that Tom seems to read as more genuine than you think it really is.

“Very good, very very good.” Dylan is quickly agreeing.

“Now listen,” Vanessa’s voice is quick to grab your attention again, “you did such an amazing job yesterday with breakfast and then helping with all the storm cleanup,”

Before she can finish Lewis lets out a sound halfway between a laugh and a scoff, cutting her off, “I don’t know if I would call whatever she was doing yesterday helping.” His voice is muffled by the rim of his coffee mug but you can hear the cheek to his voice, more teasing than the jabby tone it usually carries for you, you assume it's because of the current company.

You open your mouth to defend yourself but your brother is joining in quickly, “I mean she made a valiant effort but I do think I have to agree with Lewis on this one.” He’s laughing as he pinches at your side.

You try to find the right words to argue your defense but you realize you really can’t, thinking back to your ways of helping the day before. 

You had started strong, initially heading out after breakfast to try to clean up all the branches that had been blown into the yard, that lasted for only twenty minutes before Lewis and Dylan were getting the plow and skidoo out of the garage. Once the big toys were out you had no more interest in your handheld rake and shovel. You had gone over to inspect the new fun equipment but were quickly shooed away by both Lewis and your brother, both claiming you were going to get in the way and possibly end up hurting yourself. You had accepted defeat, heading back to your sad pile of branches before once again getting quite distracted by the fun sound of the engine on the skidoo. You had done your best to act as if you were still working but you had ended up watching Lewis zip around the yard for much longer than you would have liked to admit. There was something about his level of both control and chaos behind the handlebars that scratched your brain just right and it irked you and brought you immense satisfaction all at once. Once your brother had gotten into the swing of plowing, Lewis following him down the hill to keep Vanessa's mind at ease, you had gotten back to your sad attempt at branch removal, by the time they made it back up to the house you were collecting your armful. 

“Y/N you do know that it’s been a full hour and you don’t even have enough sticks to make a mouse a campfire, right?” Lewis had taunted you when he saw you walking across the driveway as he removed his goggles, your brother laughing as he hopped out of the plow.

“Oh fuck off, at least I was doing something, you were just joyriding.” You said sassily, quickly changing course so you weren’t walking directly past him.

“I,” He started, his voice long and drawn out to dramatically make his point, “was keeping your brother safe. The buddy system is very important, you know.”

“A knight in shining,” You started to say but before you could get the whole sentence out you were falling flat on your ass, your abysmal stick pile flying everywhere.

“Woah Y/N, shit you alright?” Your brother was quick to react, leaving his open truck door to run over to you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” Lewis huffed out, also quickly making his way over to you.

They had both been there within an instant, squatting next to you to make sure you were alright. Your brother was handling you like fine china even though he could tell you were okay, Lewis however was immediately giving you shit.

“You do realize we’ve been here for like twelve hours and this is the second time you’ve fallen in front of me, right?” The tone of his voice was unamused despite offering you his hand to help pull you up.

“I did not fall last night.” You had tried to defend yourself as he got you to your feet, your brother still giving you a worried look like he thought you had secretly broken something.

“Because I caught you.” He had quickly pointed out.

“Whatever.” You grumbled as you bent down to collect your stick pile, admittedly leaving a good half of them behind before once again heading toward your brother's brush pile off by the shed. Before you could even make it half way, a very well aimed snowball was colliding with your ass cheek, once again knocking the sticks out of your arms. 

“I am going to fucking kill you.’ You had exclaimed loudly, quickly gathering a large armload of snow to form into your own snowball before turning around and whipping it in their direction. You ended up hitting your brother, immediately feeling a little bad because you assumed it had come from Lewis in the first place. Lewis let out a cackle when the snowball hit your brother, evidently pleased that he hadn’t been the one to get in trouble.

“Oh hell no, that was meant for you.” Dylan had said, also laughing but incredibly serious, his own snowball already being packed tightly to whip at Lewis. Much to your pleasure, Dylan was much closer to Lewis and was much stronger than you so you could tell the impact didn’t feel amazing when it finally slapped into his chest.

“I just thought you should put some ice on it after that fall, I was trying to be helpful.” Lewis laughed as he put his arms up to guard himself from any further snowballs being sent his way. You and your brother exchanged a look, both of you loading up again, hurling snow in Lewis’ direction.

He screamed as he turned to run, his snow gear making him much less agile than he would normally be. He had finally found steady footing, his own snowballs being sent in both of your directions, all three of you in a fit of laughter. Somewhere along the line your alliance with your brother had crumbled, his snowballs being sent your way as well, no longer reserved for just Lewis. By the time you finally called truce you had all been absolutely soaked, your stomachs hurting from laughing so hard and your pile of sticks long forgotten. When you made your way back to the house you had found yourself very surprised at how playful and fun that time with Lewis had been but you decided that it must have been a bit of a fluke, knowing it wouldn’t last the rest of the day.

You try to think of a way to argue your defense but you have to admit to yourself that you really can’t, you truthfully didn’t do any actual storm cleanup yesterday.

“It’s the thought that counts, I tried.” You grumble into your mug as the two men laugh.

“Well, either way, you absolutely slayed it with breakfast and putting up with them,” Vanessa gives you a smirk, trying to take away their ammunition, “so I want you to just relax this morning, Moms and I will take care of all things brunch, you just enjoy the pretty scenery and your amazing coffee.”

You smile at her, mouthing a thank you, grateful that you are not expected to be part of the brunch circus that is unfolding in the kitchen before you. Your mother and Beatrice are still frantically figuring out if they have everything for some recipe that they have selected. You sit back, watching as Vanessa returns to her chaos with your mothers, seeming weirdly at home within it. Tom and your father begin loudly discussing just where Tom is sourcing his coffee beans, raising the volume of the kitchen just that much more. You go to turn to your brother, only to find him standing from his seat to rinse out his coffee cup. Lewis is grabbing his phone and eagerly taking a call, leaving the room rapidly. You let out a sigh, choosing to make your way into the den with your coffee, hoping for some level of peace in there. The room is cozy, a fire already going and a light snow falling outside the large windows. You try to settle into one of the plush couches but as you sit there you feel yourself growing more and more aggravated. On one side you can hear your family in the kitchen, all talking loudly about different subjects that don’t even meld together into anything coherent, on the other side you can hear Lewis’ muffled voice on the phone. You can’t actually make out anything that he’s speaking about but the low timbre is enough to be disruptive. You find it hard to believe that in a house of this size you can’t find any silence, yet here you are, you shouldn’t be shocked with it being your family. You decide you can only take so much and come to the conclusion that you would rather be out in the cold and quiet than in here with the chatter. You take your coffee and head off to the foyer to find your winter gear to bundle up, the better idea of just going to your room nowhere to be seen in your head. You get as cozy as possible, grabbing a blanket out of the den before heading back to the kitchen.

“I think I’m just gonna go sit out back for a little while and appreciate the view while I have my coffee.” You awkwardly announce as you make your way to the backdoor, raising your blanket in your hand as you do.

“That sounds absolutely lovely, enjoy yourself!” Beatrice exclaims, overly enthusiastic about your plans.

When you first step out of the house you begin to question your plans, the cold air immediately hitting your face and wrapping you in an unforgiving cocoon, but the moment the door closes behind you, you’re at peace. The door seals your family and their loud chatter away wonderfully, just the gentle howl of the wind and small noises of things falling in the forest left to be heard. You make your way across the covered deck, settling into one of the luxurious outdoor couches overlooking the large backyard and forest. You snuggle as far as possible into your blanket, trying to keep as much of your body heat as possible. You can feel a deep sigh leave your body as you take in your surroundings, admitting to yourself that as much as you hate winter, you do love the beauty of the blanketing of snow. You sit in silence for a while, just sipping your coffee and enjoying the peaceful way the world is waking up, the snow falling gently. It sadly doesn’t take long for your silence to be interrupted, the door opening behind you. You let out a huff when you see who is making their way outdoors.

“Ocupado.” You say sassily as you turn your attention back out to the view in front of you.

Lewis just scoffs, making his way over to sit on one of the couches near you.

“Seriously, I just need some silence. Do you have nowhere else to go?” You groan childishly, seeing him settling into his seat.

“I let you get warm in front of my fire yesterday, I think you can share the silence of your deck with me now.” He says, his voice just as sassy.

You go to argue with him, wanting to tell him that it’s not the same and his fire was in the den, a common area, but you quickly realize that this too is a common area that you have no monopoly over. You decide to bite your tongue, rolling your eyes as he settles deeper into the couch, pulling his phone out. You decide to do the same, feeling awkward staring into the trees now that you have company. It doesn’t take long before the first post from a friend is popping up on your feed. She is back in California, a small party dress on that would have you getting hypothermia here. The post is about a party that you had known would be happening, a fun Christmas get together with a bunch of your friends that you would have loved to have been at, carefree and ridiculous fun. You let out a huff as you scroll through her post, the fomo eating you alive as you do so.

“Thought you wanted silence.” Lewis grumbles from his spot at the sound of your huff, his voice already laced with annoyance. 

“So sorry to disturb you, your highness.” You fire back at him sarcastically.

“It’s just sir, I’m a knight, not technically royalty.” He replies, his voice so cocky that it makes you want to smack him, only stopping when you see the slightly teasing smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes again, not even having the energy to come up with something witty to say back to him in the moment.

“Seriously though, what’s got you in such a mood?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious, much to your surprise. 

“I’m not in a mood.” You mutter, burrowing further into your blanket, your attention back on your phone.

He lets out a chuckle at your response, “Yeah the huffing and puffing really sells that narrative well.”

“Oh shut up, you know I don’t particularly want to be here, just let it go.” You say quietly, not wanting your family to hear your disdain for your surroundings.

“I know, and me being here probably isn’t helping that, but it seemed like there was something else going on. Thought you saw something that was upsetting you.” He says casually, shrugging like it’s a normal conversation for the two of you to be having.

You’re taken aback by his casual and genuinely curious nature, not being used to anything like this from Lewis. It takes your guard down, quicker than it should. You let out a sigh, deciding, against your better judgement, to confide in him a little bit. You know he could come back with some level of snippy remark but you were prepared for that, maybe he would actually have a normal conversation with you for once. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but seeing everyone enjoying their lives as adults and doing what they want, where they want, I don’t know, it’s just driving me a bit insane.” You divulge, not getting your point across in quite the way you meant to.

He raises an eyebrow at you, evidently rather confused by what you mean, “I mean, you’re an adult, you spend 99% of the year doing what you want, where you want. What’s the problem?”

You just shake your head, deciding to instead show him the post that caused the initial huff. You watch as his brows furrow while he scrolls through the instagram post you handed him. Quickly his face turns from curious to judgemental. It’s his turn to roll his eyes as he finally hands you your phone back.

“So you’d rather be back in the smog of LA where you can’t even tell it’s Christmas, dressed in a skimpy dress with your friends? You’d prefer that to fresh mountain air, a white Christmas, and your family that loves you?” His tone is belittling as he reads the situation completely incorrectly, his questions coming out more as statements, as if nothing that you say now will change his mind.

Your jaw drops at the accusation, a loud scoff leaving your throat as you snatch your phone back from him, “How dare you, that was not the point I was trying to make.” You begin to argue before he’s cutting you off.

“You see those people all the time Y/N, how often do you see any of your family?” He raises his brow in challenge but doesn’t give you time to formulate a response before he’s carrying on, “We all know you don’t want to be here, just suck it up, a little bit of winter mountain air and family time isn’t going to kill you.” He doesn’t wait for a rebuttal, he just stands from his seat as if he’s just finished reprimanding a child and walks away, back inside.

He leaves you in your seat, silent and fuming but also leaving you feeling a tad guilty. He is correct, you don’t want to be here, but it has nothing to do with you preferring to be out in a skimpy dress in LA, it’s about your freedom. Having the freedom to do as you please and be where you want, something you haven’t had a ton of in your life. You hate that everyone knows that you would prefer to be somewhere else, making you feel as if you’re almost a burden. You hate that Lewis feels that he has the right to make such deep assumptions about you and treat them as fact and you hate even more that he feels he has the right to lecture you based on those assumptions. 

You end up staying out on the back deck much longer than you had originally planned, only finally making your way back indoors when Vanessa announces that brunch is served. You do your best to ignore him, not even looking in his direction. Instead you spend most of brunch quizzing Vanessa on things about her brunch that in all honesty you aren’t particularly interested in, but listening to Vanessa explain how he gets her eggs to fluffy is much better than having to even think about dealing with the man sitting at the other end of the table.

It irks you that you can hear him chatting so freely and happily down the table, as if he hadn’t accosted you on the porch mere hours beforehand. You find yourself already making a plan for escape before you’ve even cleared your plate.

Avoiding him throughout the rest of the day ends up being shockingly easy. You take an extra long time getting ready before helping Vanessa and your mom with some last minute gift wrapping. You can’t help but laugh when you see that Vanessa's “last minute stuff” actually appears to be a majority of her gifts, but you don’t complain, knowing it will take up more of your time, and in turn help in your game of avoidance. You can hear Lewis chatting off in the distance, your father quizzing him eagerly on his car collection after hearing he added something new. Lewis gushed with ease, thoroughly entertaining your fathers questions and while it could be considered a nice conversation you felt like it sounded arrogant, flashy. 

“Boys and their toys.” Your mom muttered with a laugh, also listening to bits of the conversation, your father now seemingly showing Lewis photos of a car he had back in the nineties.

“Tell me about it, I couldn’t for the life of me get Dylan out of that plow truck when we first bought it and the snow hadn’t even fallen yet.” Vanessa exclaims, shaking her head.

You just laugh as you lean back to stare out the window for a moment, admiring the way the world is beginning to turn blue as the sun goes down. As if he’s noticed it getting dark at the very same moment, Dylan is bursting into the room talking about Christmas lights.

“Get out, we are not finished in here Mr.” Vanessa is quickly squealing, throwing her body in front of the few remaining unwrapped gifts.

“Okay, okay,” Dylan laughs, throwing his hand over his eyes before continuing, “What I was saying is the lights in the forest look like they stayed up through the storm! It’s getting dark so I was hoping we could all take a walk out there, it’ll be beautiful.”

“That sounds nice Dyl, give us just a little time to get ready.” You say softly, eager to see the lights that have your brother so excited.

“Sweet, I’ll go let the guys know.” He says like a little kid, whipping around to go inform them of the new plans.

“He made an absolute wonderland out there, you guys are going to love it.” Vanessa says, already standing up to collect the remaining wrapping paper, shoving things away like she’s now on a time crunch.

You take that as your sign to go change and get ready for a winter walk. When you go to head upstairs you finally cross paths with Lewis who seems to be headed to his own room, you pause for a moment before flicking your gaze away and trying to move past him.

“Joining us on the walk?” He asks, his voice cold, sounding like he’s expectant of a no.

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You waver slightly, caught off guard that he had any words for you at all. You wished your voice had come out stronger, not wanting him to feel like he had any sort of upperhand, that he had gotten under your skin.

He does actually look surprised, his eyebrows twitching up in a certain judgemental look of disbelief before he is once again turning on his heel. He doesn’t say a word, just walks away to his bedroom.

When you make your way back downstairs, everyone is there and waiting. Dylan is animatedly explaining how he set up with power for the lights and how they follow all of the groomed paths in a certain pattern. Once he notices that you’re there he is directing everyone to follow him to the back yard, still explaining his tree lighting process on the way. You can’t help the grimace that leaves your body when you step outside, the temperature having dropped drastically since you were out here earlier. You try to just burrow further into your coat, not wanting to complain after being made so aware of your attitude earlier today.

As you wander the paths you find yourself mesmerized, Vanessa was right about the absolute wonderland of it all. The glittery lights look like stars, spanning higher up trees than you would like to think about your brother being, but regardless they are breathtaking. You find yourself falling away from the group a bit, too caught up in admiring the gorgeous trees and trying to keep as much of your warmth in as possible. Your family carries on walking, unaware of your sudden slow pace, Lewis however seems to notice and slows down himself. So much that you almost trip over him, having been blissfully unaware of his presence.

“You okay?” He asks you when you’re steady on your feet.

“I’m just fine Lewis.” Your voice is as cold as the outdoor air as you avoid looking in his direction.

“Well, from where I’m standing, you’re shaking like a leaf.” His tone has lost its earlier harshness but still carries that bit of arrogance as you catch him smirking at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Just wore the wrong jacket, I’ll be fine.” You argue, keeping your voice short but still pulling your thin jacket tighter. You're mentally cursing yourself for not having worn your puffer.

“Do you want to head back? I’ll walk with you.” His offer catches you off guard, his voice sincere and almost kind as he continues to stare at you, the smirk gone.

“I’m fine,” You say yet again, your voice slightly quieter now, “Dylan worked hard on this, I’ll survive.”

Just as you once again reiterate your argument a gust of wind comes through, picking up the loose snow and blowing it around you sending yet another chill directly down your spine. Lewis evidently notices the cold seeping deeper into your bones, taking it upon himself to make the decision. 

“Y/N and I are gonna head back to the house, she’s getting a little too cold, gonna get her something warm, we’ll see you guys in a bit.” He yells ahead to your family against your will. 

“Oh, hun, are you okay?” Your mother is immediately concerned.

“I’m fine, I’m not going back.” You start to insist but Lewis is stepping in yet again.

“She’s fine, just wore the wrong jacket. The lights look amazing Dylan, well come see them when she’s warmed up.” Before you can say anything he’s starting to usher you back down the path, Dylan is thanking him and Vanessa is telling you where to find more blankets. 

Lewis is guiding you down the path, his body close against your back and his grip firm on your waist as if you don’t know the way. You hate the way he is manhandling you but you have to admit you are relishing in the warmth coming from the proximity. You don’t allow it to go on for too long, wrenching yourself out of his grip once you’re far enough away from your family. You pick up your pace, both in a show of defiance and actually quite wanting to get back to the warmth of the house. You hear him let out a scoff behind you as you throw your little tantrum.

The heat of the house is immediately welcoming, wrapping around you like a hug the moment you open the door. You take a moment to let the heat sink into your bones before even moving to remove your jacket. Lewis stands there watching you for a moment, just shaking his head before taking off his own large puffer.

“What?” You groan, assuming he has a comment to make.

“You know sub zero temps usually require a little more than a flimsy fashion jacket from the mall, right?” His voice is laced with judgement again, the kindness from the forest long gone.

“Oh, would you just fuck off!” You finally properly snap, whipping your head to face him.

““I’m just saying you’re a grown adult and you’re acting like winter is gonna kill you, you can’t even prepare for it” His response is quick, his tone just as snippy as yours, dripping with arrogance.

“I have a fucking parka in my room, I didn’t know how cold it was.” You throw back at him.

“Mmm sure, or you just wanted to look good for the little walk.” He accuses you, his tone condescending.

“Look good for who? I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere!” You fully yell at him, finally done with his jabs.

He ignores the question, his voice raising but not yet actually yelling, “Have you ever considered that maybe it’s good for you to be in the middle of nowhere once in a while?”

“I do not need some asshole who doesn’t even know me giving me fucking life advice, thank you very much.” You snap, no longer yelling but your voice is harsh.

“Well maybe you do because from where I’m standing you would rather be back in LA partying with your friends to post on Instagram than at your brother's beautiful new house with your whole family that loves you. They fucking want you here and you get to fucking see them, stop acting like its pulling fucking teeth for you to be here.” He actually yells this time, momentarily stunning you.

“Why do you even fucking care so much?” You just about scream, praying that your family is still far away from the house. The two of you haven’t even made it out of the foyer yet.

He just stares at you, his eyes hard and his chest heaving slightly. He opens his mouth before quickly snapping it shut, finally letting out a long, deep sigh. “Ya know what, I guess I fucking don’t. Go take a hot shower before you get fucking hypothermia.” He finally mutters harshly as he storms out of the room, his bedroom door slamming shut not long after.

You stand in the foyer, staring down the hallway where he disappeared, still dressed in your winter jacket. You can feel the tears pricking in the back of your eyes, immediately pissing you off that they can be caused by even Lewis. You bite lips, willing the tears to stop, but then you realize, there it is.

It finally feels like Christmas.

[allur1ngs]

✮ see no evil, hear no evil ✮

TW: unedited, smut (dom & top!bada, sub & bottom!reader, teasing, strap usage–r!receiving, reader tries to ride bada’s strap for a bit before bada takes control, bada is very cocky in this one…idk mafia bada is just always so cocky to me during sex, bada’s strap is referred to as a cock/dick, exhibitionism, bada doesn’t receive again, sorry…, erm… dumbification, hyo hears you and bada fucking two times, she will never rest…), italicized words with quotes around them in this fic indicate a thought, and in a long block of text indicate a flash back, the picture in the middle purely for aesthetics/a visual aid and not meant to represent reader’s skin tone or body type!! this is entirely canon divergent and not a part of the mafia au timeline!!!!!!!!!!! if you want to read the canon version of this scenario, read this

SUMMARY: hyo will always be a dedicated bodyguard. she takes pride in the fact that she is able to stay by your side each day, and protect you. the only downside? she has to exercise immense amounts of self-restraint when she stands outside your bedroom or office door, and hears bada fucking you.

WC: 5.6k

A/N: an anon asked it so we did it!! a collab w my wife @bebeyue, make sure to read her continuation of this by clicking the three ellipsis at the end of this fic (this is a threat)!!!! this is the only time i’m cosigning on any form of hyo content–i make exceptions for aeri–so enjoy this one piece!! (ps. pls do not send any requests for hyo–i’m only writing for bada!!) but besides that, again, this is a “behind the scenes” of this drabble, but uses this fic as an opening, pls enjoy!!

DISCLAIMER: all characteristics portrayed are purely speculation and fiction, they are not meant to reflect bada or team bebe’s actual character, values, or attitudes. please keep this in mind!!

Kim Hyo is a diligent bodyguard, and no one can deny that fact. Although Bada may at times nitpick at things she does, she can’t dismiss Hyo’s commitment to her job as your bodyguard. Through thick and thin, she’s been there, watching over you. Early mornings and late nights, her presence is never far.

Take, for instance, the current situation unfolding between you, Bada, and Hyo.

"I'm starting to think you really do want us to get caught." Bada’s voice comes from inside her office, and leaks into the hallway. Coincidently, you’d accidentally left the door open when you entered to hand your faincée her glasses. Now that accident left you in a rather compromising position.

Hyo stands outside Bada’s office, her back against the wall as your fiancée eats you out and toys with you. She’s not exactly sure what is specifically happening inside but from the sounds of moans, you’re enjoying what Bada is doing to you.

"I-I don't." You answer your fiancée’s prior statement, a hint of shame creeping into your voice.

"There you go again," Bada says, tapping her tongue against the roof of her mouth in displeasure. 

Hyo hears a shuffling sound and then another moan rings out from the office, this time the sound is significantly louder–she lets out a sharp breath and clutches her hands tightly together in front of her, struggling to keep up her professionalism. 

"Do you enjoy lying to me?" Bada continues.

Trying to distract herself, Hyo forces herself to think of something else. “What are we having for dinner tonight–” She begins a thought, but it’s interrupted by the sound of Bada’s stern voice speaking up again.

"Should I make you cum like this? Make you fucking cum all over your panties as punishment?"

“No.” You squeak, "Please--"

“The Boss is being very stern this time.” Hyo finally manages to collect herself enough to think a clear, coherent thought. “The last time this happened–” Her thought is interrupted by another that invades her mind. 

“Be honest, you like that type of stuff–” Tatter’s amused voice echoes in your bodyguard’s mind, her entire body going rigid.

“Fuck.” She mentally curses, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses. “It’s not like that–” Despite what fibs Hyo may try to convince herself of, the mind never lies. It is the truest and most honest representation of thought.

So it’s natural that Hyo thinks of the night prior to this most recent excursion between you and Bada, when you’d engaged in such activities.

The day had begun normally, much like today had, until certain events led your bodyguard to a cruel fate.

3 days earlier

Standing on the steps of the Lee mansion, you beckon over your wife. “Come here,” you say, voice brimming with excitement.

Bada, who’d just spoken to Hyo, and asked her to bring around her Porsche 918 Spyder, turns to look up at you standing on the second step of the stairs toward the open driveway. “Coming.” She says, dismissing Hyo as she ascends the steps in your direction. When she reaches the step you’re standing on, positions herself behind you and starts to trail kisses up and down your neck. “Have I told you that you look beautiful? I love this dress…”

“You’ve only told me five times already.” You laugh while reaching into the pockets of your dress–a feature that you reverently appreciate–to pull out your phone. “But thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” She mumbles into your skin, dragging her nose up and down while continuing to press heated, wet kisses on the crook of your neck.

“Bada, I want to take a picture.” You huff, trying to focus on opening the camera app on your phone.

“Take one then, I’m not stopping you.” She replies, never slowing down her sweet assault on your neck. 

“I can’t when you’re kissing me.” You argue back lightheartedly.

“Just angle the phone so I’m not in frame–”

Not convinced, you gently shy away from Bada’s lips. “I’ll let you give me kisses after I’ve taken the picture. Just two seconds, alright?”

“Fine.” Your fiancée pouts as she wraps her right arm under your boobs, unintentionally making them pop.

You barely notice as you lean back into her chest and hold up your phone, closing your eyes and smiling for the picture. But Bada does. She sees the way the skin of your tits shine in the low light, and how the picture looks incredibly intimate, like it’s something not meant to be seen by foreign eyes. She leans in, completely entranced by the photo, and your reflection–

The moment slips away like a gentle whisper in the breeze as you slowly open your eyes and your smile widens at the picture. You don’t comment on the nature of the photo, only saying, “It’s so cute, I have to post it on Instagram!” Which you quickly do, all the while Bada remains silent, moving her head back into the crook of your neck.

The kisses she’d given you prior, although passionate, are nothing compared to the heat with which she charges the kisses she places on your skin now. She uses just the tip of her tongue and drags it across your neck, which makes you freeze, and a puff of air leave your lips.

“Maybe we should stay in.” She whispers between kisses.

“Bada, you made reservations.” You mumble, bringing your hand up to the side of her head, clutching onto strands of her long, black and white striped hair. At the same time, Hyo pulls up in the Porsche. She parks it right in front of you both, then turns to face you, but when she catches sight of the intimate moment you two are sharing, she instantly faces forward and clears her throat. She tries to make it seem like she’s not listening to what either of you are saying, but your close proximity makes it almost impossible. 

“Fuck the reservations,” Bada says into your skin, winding her other arm around your midsection–again making your tits pop out. “It’s been a while since we had sex.”

“Bada, Hyo is here with the car.” You whisper, using weak force to pull on Bada’s hair in an attempt to pull her off of your neck.

You succeed, but your fiancée is displeased. “So?”

“So,” you give Bada an astonished glance, “she can hear and see us–”

“She’s not even looking our way.” Bada points at Hyo, who’s scrolling through her photo albums, trying to busy herself. “She’s on her phone–” Your fiancée suddenly frowns, pressing you closer to her chest. “Hyo, why are you looking at your phone?”

Your bodyguard instantly sits up and snaps her head in Bada’s direction, looking like she’s about to break out in a cold sweat. “Sorry Boss, I was just…uh–”

“Oh stop picking on her.” You gently swat at your fiancée’s arm and break away from her hold, quickly grabbing her hand and practically dragging her forward. “Let’s just go and eat dinner like we’d planned–”

Although you’re not able to see, Bada sends Hyo a look that screams, “You ruined my plans,” as you force her into the car.

Hyo gulps, moving to face forward and placing her hands on the wheel of the car.

Yeah, she’s in for it.

The rest of the night surprisingly goes without a hitch after that. After leaving the Lee mansion, Hyo had proceeded to drive you two to the La Yeon, an upscale restaurant that serves traditional Korean cuisine, and only caters forty guests at a time. Bada had reserved a private room for you both to dine, so naturally Hyos stood outside as watch, only hearing small noises from your lively chatter.

But the real hell began on the car ride back to the Lee mansion. 

The three of you had been sitting in a peaceful silence when you suddenly spoke up, curiosity striking you, "Just how much did you have to pay for the private room we ate in?"

Bada nonchalantly shrugs, "Not much."

"Somehow, I doubt that," you banter. 

Bada shifts her gaze from staring straight ahead to glance at you. "Well, it wasn't much for me."

"Ah, that makes more sense," you nod, releasing a small laugh. "But you know, you don't have to take me to fancy restaurants. I'd be happy to spend time with you, no matter where we do it."

Your fiancée shakes her head, "I don't take you out of obligation. I do so because I love you. I want you to experience establishments that are worthy of your presence."

Turning your attention to Bada, you gaze at her through the barely-lit car. Her eyes reflect deep sincerity, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Bada... I'm just a woman—"

"You're not just a woman," she interrupts, her eyes stern yet holding glints of love behind the firmness. "You are my woman. My fiancée. What kind of spouse would I be if I didn't treat you?"

Bada's passionate gaze makes you turn away, your hand ghosting over your mouth as you grow bashful. "You can't just say things like that," you whisper, your voice meek and soft.

"Why? Does hearing how much I love you make you nervous?" Bada laughs, amused by your reaction.

"I just..." you trail off, struggling to find words to express your feelings. "I love you." Those three words are the only way to convey the warmth coursing through your body.

Bada smiles softly, grabbing your hand which you’d positioned in your lap. "I love you more."

You intertwine your fingers with hers, observing the way she affectionately runs her thumb over the gem on your engagement ring. "But you know," you suddenly add, prompting your wife to look up from your joined hands to meet your gaze. "you could have mentioned we were going to a Michelin-star restaurant. I felt a bit underdressed..." Your eyes shift down to the silky white dress you're wearing. While undeniably elegant, its somewhat scandalous design features thin straps supporting a teardrop-shaped neckline that accentuates your boobs, which gracefully twists into the bodice and tapers into the gown's lower hem.

"Underdressed?" Bada says incredulously. "You look absolutely beautiful–"

"All the other women were wearing name brands and elegant dresses–" you protest, but are cut off.

"What does it matter what they were wearing?" Bada furrows her eyebrows, genuinely confused by your words. “You could walk into this restaurant in your pajamas, and you’d still outshine every single one of those women.”

You let out a sharp breath, smiling shyly. “There you go again. I think you enjoy making me flustered.”

“If you’ve just barely realized that, I clearly have not been doing my job.” Bada laughs, gently squeezing your hand, which still remains in her grasp. “By the way, I thought I had thoroughly expressed how much I love the way you look, earlier.”

A fire lights in your stomach as you glance at her. “Well…”

“I really am not doing my job, am I?” Bada uses her unoccupied hand to gently touch the side of your face, and leans in. “I’ll just have to show you how beautiful you look in this dress.”

That last sentence sealed Hyo’s fate. She continued to drive as you let out small giggles, and Bada whispered things in your ear. What exactly she said, Hyo doesn’t want to imagine.

Upon arrival at the Lee mansion, you and Bada are a mess of scandalous whispers, and chuckles as you both ascend up the steps, your bodyguard lagging behind to park the car. But it seems you two are far too excited to keep your hands off each other, because when Hyo walks toward the Lee mansion steps after returning the Porsche to the garage, you’re both nowhere to be found. Your bodyguard rushes up the steps, mumbling curse words under her breath as she opens the door and races up the mansion’s winding staircase, heading toward the only place you must be, your shared bedroom. 

When she makes it there, she instantly walks to the right side of the door, her back up against the wall. She lets out a small sigh of relief, glad that Bada was too busy to tell her off for lagging behind. 

But then she hears it, a small sound, simple and tiny, innocent. 

“Bada!” You squeal, while a creaking sound barely reaches Hyo’s ears. It sounds like you’d been thrown onto the bed.

Inside the bedroom, Bada moves to hover above you, planting either of her arms beside your head. She smirks down at you, her eyes sweeping over every sliver of your skin that’s available to her prying eyes. She leans in to rub her nose against yours cutely, watching how you crinkle yours and smile out of instinct. “You’re fucking adorable.” Bada breathes, then places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper when she pulls away.

“I love you more.” She whispers back, moving her hand to grab at one of the straps of your dress. She thumbs at the silk until she slowly begins to move the strap down your shoulder, the movement so light a shiver runs up your spine as you watch her. When she fully slips down the strap of the dress, your bare tit is exposed to the cold air, which makes your nipple pebbling because of the sudden temperature difference. “No bra?” Bada presses her thumb against your nipple, starting to trace delicate, mithodical circles to the sensitive bud.

“The fabric is thicker than it looks–” You breathe, but the words die on your lips as your fiancée moves to drag the other strap of your dress down. Now both of your tits are exposed to Bada’s hungry eyes.

“I really love this dress.” She grabs either side of your boobs, pushing them together to oggle the way your flesh meets to make a tantilizing image. The soft skin of your tits glows in the light, and the way your nipples continue to pebble because of the cold has Bada captivated.

“I think you should take it off me.” You say coquettishly. 

Bada stares at you for a moment with an excused expression before she releases your tits and sits up. “Actually, I had different plans for you.” She steps away from the bed, making her way to the dresser beside it before opening the bottom drawer. You turn your head to the side to watch with a confused expression, but what she pulls out from the drawer makes you smile.

Bada takes out a bottle of lube and her long, black strap, glancing at you from the corner of her eyes to see you carefully studying her every move with excitement in your eyes. “Looking forward to it, are we?” She remarks.

“Should I not be?” You flip over onto your stomach, placing your head in the palm of your hand as Bada begins to take off her dress pants and shirt. Like always, she only has her boxers and her bra on while she puts on her strap.

“Do you need help?” You pipe up.

Bada looks up and smiles. “If you’re offering.”

You quickly get off the bed and kneel down in front of your fiancée, helping her manuver through the harness and secure it onto her pelvis. When you’ve finished, you don’t stand up, instead, you look at Bada as you lean forward to press a kiss on the head of her cock, running your tounge along the silicone.

Bada lets a small hiss at your actions, her hand coming down to gently rest on your head. “C’mon.” She pats your head, signalling you to get up.

You do so without a single protest falling from your lips, but you take the bottle of lube out of Bada’s hand, pop it open and slowly place a glob of the sticky substance into the palm of your hand. Before your finacée can say anything, you lean in and place a passionate, all-tongue kiss as you rub up and down in cock, twisting your wrist like you’re really trying to give her a hand job.

Bada groans into your lips, grabbing the sides of your face and deepening the kiss until you’re just swapping saliva messily, small strings of it clinging to each other’s lips, connecting you two together. “Sit on the bed.” She whispers inbetween your clash of mouths.

You pause, then take a step back from your fiancée, your lips parted as you let out staggering breaths. Backing up until you feel the edge of the bed gently collide with your legs you sit down like you were told to.

Bada is quick to follow after you, but to your surprise, she doesn’t push your back onto the bed; instead, she climbs on and reclines against the bedframe with her back cradled by pillows. Her position makes her cock stand tall on her pelvis, the large head slightly drooping downwards when she slaps her thighs. “Sit on it.” She tells you, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

You tilt your head to the side in confusion but crawl towards her anyway, taking off your panties before placing your thighs on either side of her hips and sitting down just shy of her cock. “I thought you said you were going to show me how beautiful I look in this dress.” You lightheartidly banter. Truthfully, you don’t care who does the work, all you want is to have Bada’s dick inside you, tearing you apart. But, then again, if she was going to tease you, you might as well do it back once or twice.

“What, you can’t fuck yourself on my cock?” She laughs, stretching her arm out to place it on your right thigh.

“I can.” You huff, feeling embarrassment start to burn in the pit of your stomach. 

“I don’t know.” Bada imitates a thinking face. “You’re kind of a pillow princess if I’m being honest.”

“Wha–” You stutter, your mouth dropping open. “I’ve eaten you out before.”

“And who was still in charge then?” Bada argues, her amusement growing every passing second.

“Well–”

“Listen to me.” Your fiancée suddenly cuts you off, leaning forward so that her face is only inches away from yours–her cock slaps against her stomach, the action going unnoticed by her, but not by you. “Fuck yourself on my dick, and if you do well, I’ll take over and finish you off.” She takes her left hand and places it on your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your cheek. She takes note of how your skin feels unnaturally warm. “Does that sound good, baby?”

Your eyes, which had gone wide out of pure shock stare back at her like lustrous gems. You slowly begin to nod, forcing yourself to close your mouth and swallow. Bada nods with you, then moves to rest against the headboard again, her back hitting the pillows. 

Although the tone she’d taken on was domineering, she still holds one hands out for you to take, so she can help you up onto her cock, while the other bunches up your long dress so it’s not in the way. You, of course, take her hand and with her added strength, lift yourself up until the tip of her cock just barely slaps against your pussy lips. You let out a shaky breath at the small surge of stimulation, but focus on inching your hips downward. Slowly, the tip of Bada’s strap fills up your pussy, every inch making you breathe harder and your hips stutter. The slight confidence you’d felt just a moment before instantly fades away as you close your eyes and stop moving.

“It’s only the tip, I should be able to take more,” you think, but truthfully even just the tip of Bada’s long and thick strap would be hard for anyone to take.

“Don’t do it all at once.” Bada’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes and look at her. “It’s big. You’ll hurt yourself.” She says tenderly. “Just take it slow.”

You listen to your fiancée, carefully and meticulously sinking onto her cock, taking small breaks in between every inch until you’re finally able to sit in her lap, every inch of her monsterously big cock inside of you. “Oh, fuck.” You pant, leaning forward to catch your staggering breath and to give your pussy a time to adjust.

Bada watches you with a fond smile on her lips, she leans in to press a small kiss on your cheek–which just so happens to angle her cock further into you, making you gasp. “You took it all, I’m so proud of you.” She whispers sweetly, the soft side she only has for you peeking through her dominant demenour.

“I–” You say through heavy breaths. “Fuck.”

“It’s alright, just breathe.” Bada grabs hands grab at the sides of your face, trying to ground you. “In and out honey, in and out.”

You try to take in a deep breath but it catches in your throat. Still, with Bada’s guidance, you slowly begin to calm your breathing until it settles into small puffs.

“There.” She mumbles. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You nod, shaking your head. “Just…it’s been a while–”

“I know it has, which is why you need to take it slow baby.” Bada’s eyes flash with a small glint of worry. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not, just took a little longer to adjust.” You place your hand over Bada’s, now wearing a confident expression. “I can do it.”

Your fiancée gives you a hesitant look but slowly leans back, allowing you to take the reigns. You start off slow, moving up just an inch before sitting back down. Then the next time you go up you go a bit further, so on until you’re able to take out half of Bada’s strap before slamming back down on her lap.

You also start to pick up your pace, angling your hips forward so her cock drags against your walls deliciously. You let out small, breathy moans with each rise and fall of your hips, still trying to get more out of her strap. But it feels like you can’t. Every time you think you can take out more you feel your legs weaken and have to slam yourself down on her lap before you awkwardly fall.

All the while Bada watches you, carefully zeroing in on the base of her cock, which is only wet with a minimal amount of your slick. She catches every moment you struggle on top of her, trying so hard not laugh at how cute your frustrated face is. “Do you need help?” She asks after she notices you lose your rhythm and slam onto her lap with a small annoyed curse.

“No.” You say stubbornly. Trying to prove her wrong, you use all your strength to lift up from her cock and this time manage to get another inch out before you have to quickly go down again. This time the sensation is deeply pleasurable so you let out a louder moan, but in your attempt to savor the feeling you once again lose your rhythm.

“So, you still don’t want my help?” Bada tilts her head to the side, just barely able to stop herself from chuckling at the glare you give her. But this time, you don’t answer her, instead, you just pant on her lap, looking like a defiled angel in your silky white dress that’s clutched between Bada’s hand, the straps having fallen so far down your body that some of your stomach is revealed, the other covered by the tight bodice. “All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll keep my promise from before.”

Truthfully, beyond feeling bad for your current inability to pleasure yourself, Bada just really wants to fuck you. The dress you’re half wearing is still doing things to your fiancée, the contrast of the pure white against your skin, which is stained with sin and sweat makes her desire to slam her cock into you reach incalcuable heights.

Looking at your fiancée, you bite your bottom lip in thought. There are two ways you could go about this. You could keep trying to ride Bada and probably only give yourself half the pleasure she can, or you can say yes and let her fuck you like she said she would.

…The answer is obvious.

“Yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Without a single second to spare, Bada lets go of your dress and grabs ahold of your hips, flipping your positions with such quick speed that it leaves you dizzy and giggling. 

Bada runs her hands up and down your figure for a moment, leaning down to place a kiss on one of your tits before placing one on the other.

“Put one of the pillows between your head and the headboard.” She tells you, pointing at a lone pillow beside you.

Confusion flows through you but you do what she asks anyway, propping the pillow on it’s side so it cradles the top of your head.

Bada gives you a smile, then takes both of your hands into hers. She coils her long fingers between yours and stretches her arms out so that your arms are held above your head. “I’ll show you how good my cock can feel.” She whispers into your ear, the words just barely leaving her lips before she takes out the entirety of her strap out of you and slams it back in.

The sudden fast and strong movement makes the headboard slam against the wall, and your head slides up, wich would have painfully hit the metal if it weren’t for the pillow Bada told you to put behind your head.

Your fiancée’s deep and fast stroke makes you let out a moan, your mouth falling open.

“Yeah,” Bada mumbles proudly. “Bet that felt so good after all that fooling around you did before.”

Outside of your shared bedroom, Hyo stands frozen in her spot, the sound of the slamming accoumpanied by your loud moan making her gulp. She hadn’t been able to hear a thing before this, which is why the sudden rancourous noise startled her, almost making her jump.

“It’s fine,” She tells herself. “They’re just…having fun, that’s all.”

But again, another loud slam followed soon after by your pleasure-filled cry leaks out of the bedroom, the sound echoing cruelly in Hyo’s ear.

“Fuck…” She squeezes her eyes shut.

Inside the bedroom, you don’t have the capacity to worry about about the fact that anyone in a five foot radius would probably hear you moaning and screaming like a whore, because your fiancée is fucking you within an inch of your life.

Like you’re a ragdoll, Bada takes you by the hips and angels them so that one is up in the air and the other lays on the bed, her cock slamming in and out of you at an insane speed. She’s moving so fast that your slick–which had tripled from what you produced when you were fucking yourself–is squirting onto her boxers and creaming at the base of her cock. It looks like a ring of sweet whipped cream against her thick black strap.

“I need to get this room sound-proofed.” Bada manges to say between heavy breaths. “You’re screaming like a fucking pornstar, baby.”

You’re unable to say anything, the only thing falling from your lips is moan after moan, which is somehow not overshadowed by the thundering sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

“Aw, have I fucked all the thoughts out of you?” Bada drives her cock into you in a deep stroke, hitting that sweet spot in you that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck!” You close your eyes, mind turning to mush as your fiancée quickly takes her strap out, the ridging on the silicone catching against your hot and gummy walls, giving you profound pleasure.

Another rush of slick follows the exit of Bada’s dick, strings of it clinging from your pussy to the black strap, connecting you both. It would be poetic if what you were engaging in wasn’t pure, unadulterated sin. Immoral is the way that your lover slams every inch of her cock into you, sweat and your essance falling onto the sheets, leaving a stain as a testament to your depraved doings.

Bada reaches over to take the silk of your dress into her hands again, flipping all of it upward so that she can properly see her dick splitting you apart, rubbing your walls and hitting the front of your clit perfectly.

“Not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, is there?”

Proving her absolutely correct, you don’t respond.

“That’s okay baby, you don’t have to think. You just have to lay there, looking pretty in this dress while I slam my cock into you.” The way Bada cooes into the hot air of your bedroom makes your eyes almost roll back into your head. She knows just what to say, and when to say it. “Keep moaning like that, it’s fucking hot.” She adds, her own cunt pulsing beneath the fabric of her boxers. The way she’s pounding her strap in and out of you so forcefully makes the base of it rub against her cunt harshly, the slight pain and pleasure mixing together to make the coil in her stomach slightly tighten.

Like the obedient slut you are for your fiancée, you let out one loud, scream of, “I’m close!”

That only serves to reinvigorate Bada, who quickly takes your leg which is up in the air and sets it on her shoulder, allowing her to push her entire pelvis into you with a fast and intense stroke, which again hits your g-spot.

That’s what finally makes the tight coil in your stomach burst, a long stream of cum gushing from your pussy as Bada continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Of course, you can’t help yourself. Every loud curse and moan that falls from your lips settles into the air of the bedroom before floating through the crack between the door and the wall, the sound reverberating in the hallway of the Lee mansion.

Hyo, who had been counting to one thousand in her mind with her eyes screwed shut and her head down, realeases a long breath. She shakily breathes in and out, applauding herself for her immense self-restraint.

“It’s over.” She thinks, the voice of her internal dialouge fostering a relieved tone. “That was a long one. Sounded like she was getting strapped–”

Hyo surprises herself with her last thought. She suddenly straightens her back, shaking her head a bit.

“Stop–stop thinking about it.” She mentally scolds herself. Her cheeks are red, but under the dim lighting it’s impossible to see, and the wide, ashamed look in her eyes is hidden by her sunglasses. “That’s your boss and her future wife in there, it’s not–it’s not right.”

It isn’t.

But her wandering thoughts would be the least of Hyo’s worries, because while she counted to one thousand moments prior, a certain blonde Bebe girl had spotted her standing outside your and Bada’s shared bedroom, all the while your loud moans and slamming sounds filled the air.

“If I’d have known she was there I would have told her to keep quiet about it.” Hyo grumbles. “Now all the girls think I’m into that type of stuff–”

“Ouch!” The sound of your hurt whine cuts Hyo’s thoughts off.

She freezes in her spot, but out of pure instinct, and briefly forgetting what was going on beyond the doorway to Bada’s office, she reaches for the holster of her gun, and swings around to look inside the office.

And what she sees changes everything…

[eggluverz]

— LADY FU'S MATCHMAKING SERVICE

PAIRING. jing yuan x gn!reader

WARNINGS. gn reader but they are wearing a dress

WORD COUNT. 1,933

GENRE. blind date au, in-universe setting

SUMMARY. fu xuan thinks the lonely general needs to go on a date, and you are just the person she wants to set him up with.

SOF’S NOTE. for some reason the moment i write for jing yuan i’m like LET’S FOCUS ON HIS LIPS! HIS SMIRK! HIS EYES! and that’s basically what the whole fic is on i’m sorry but what he so pretty for :/ ahdkalc anyway pls enjoy!!

Fu Xuan wanted what was best for the Xianzhou. And she was certain the solutions she drew from her calculated predictions would were what was best for Xianzhou. However, there were some situations in which Fu Xuan didn’t need her third eye or the Matrix of Prescience to know what would be best. 

One situation included the general’s love life. 

Or rather, lack thereof if she wanted to be particular. 

The general seemed unsatisfied, almost lonely at times. Fu Xuan didn’t recall the last time Jing Yuan had ever gone on a date. It wasn’t as if she herself had much leisure time to attend meetings with potential romantic partners, but she also wasn’t half as unsatisfied with her life as Jing Yuan was. 

Besides, if the general were to find someone to be with, perhaps he’d be more likely to abdicate sooner. 

“Well, General,” asked Fu Xuan, eyes widen with hope, “what do you say?”

A half-smile stayed on Jing Yuan’s face. “Lady Fu, need I remind you this is the fourth time you’ve asked that this month?” 

“You do not need to remind me, I’m well aware,” she said with her arms folded. “I simply hope you’ll genuinely consider it this time. The person I have in mind is kind and intelligent, I know you wouldn’t regret just one date.” 

The general signed, gently stroking his chin. It took a lot for him to lose his patience, so Fu Xuan knew pushing him like this wouldn’t lead to any trouble.

“Do you truly believe I need to go on a date—a blind date, at that?”

“I believe it would be best for your health and wellbeing. Thus, it would best for the Xianzhou Luofu in order to have the best version of their general.”

Jing Yuan sighed louder this time, sounding more amused than frustrated. “If I agree to go on this blind date, do you agree to stop asking me to go on them?”

Fu Xuan nodded eagerly. “If my calculations are correct, you won’t need to go on a blind date with anyone else.”

“I suppose Lady Fu’s calculations are never wrong.”

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You weren’t sure who you would be seeing on your date today. Naturally, that was the purpose of a blind date. 

Your acquaintance, Fu Xuan, proposed the idea of this blind match up to help out someone close to her. Since you were single and currently not opposed to dating, you figured it would be worth a try. You just wondered who in the world could the head of the Divination Commission set you up with. 

As calm as you may have seemed, you were somewhat nervous about this date. You knew the people she associated with tended to be highly ranked officials. And while you were a scholar by profession, you still felt just the slightly bit intimidated by the idea. You reminded yourself whoever it was is was just another person like you, and you had no reason to fear. 

You walked into Garden of Gourmet, the restaurant Fu Xuan told you to meet your blind date at, and were immediately greeted by the smell of classic Xianzhou Luofu cuisine. Your eyes scanned the place, landing on the corner table that Fu Xuan said she told your date to sit at. It didn’t take very long to spot the person sitting at the booth. 

Your eyes widened, checking your messages to see if you read what Fu Xuan sent incorrectly. Unfortunately for you, you did not. You read her message right and that was indeed the man she set you up with for dinner. 

The general.

Fu Xuan told you to wear yellow so your date would know it was you. You were donned in a metallic gold dress that you figured was close enough to yellow, and definitely enough to stand out in a crowd. 

Despite the bright gold sign on your body telling your blind date that you were here, you were tempted to see if you could walk out of the restaurant before he could notice. Then, you realized that would mean you were going to stand the general up if you didn’t show, and that simply wouldn’t do.

While you were deciding whether or not to stay or go, the general spotted you staring and slowly raised his hand. His hooded eyes crinkled up in a small smile; his demeanor looked almost smug and you weren’t sure if he was trying to greet you or challenge you. 

Realizing there was no chance of turning back now, you walked over to him, head held high. You swayed your hips side to side and gave him a sideways grin as you approached. 

“I’m guessing you’re my date for the day?”

The general kept his eyes trained on yours, nodding as he sized you up. “Correct. My name is Jing Yuan.“

He introduced himself as if all of Xianzhou didn’t already know who he was. Still, you were thankful for his introduction. He stood up as you grew closer, walking around the table to pull your chair out for you. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, slipping into the seat. His hands stayed holding the backrest even as you leaned back. “Thank you.”

He made a hum of acknowledgment.

Jing Yuan stayed above you for a brief moment before pushing your chair back in. He then returned to his original spot across from you and handed you a menu. The two of you ordered wine and food and it was served shortly. 

“So, Jing Yuan,” you said, carefully  placing your hand around a glass of wine and drinking gingerly, “forgive me if this is rude, but… What is the General of the Cloud Knights doing on a blind date?” 

His lopsided smile widened as he took a sip of his own. “Enjoying his time with a lovely person, of course.”

You let out a small noise of laughter. “Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that.”

Jing Yuan disregarded all table etiquette and rested his cheek on his hand while leaning onto the table. “Lady Fu was very persistent, to answer in full. But she also seems adamant that this is what’s best for me.” He smiled up at you from his nonchalant position. “And why is such a beautiful person as yourself on this blind date?”

His flattery made you shake your head. You knew he was partly teasing you for your own question, but his compliment still made you feel warm inside. There was something about his lidded eyes and mischievous drawl that made you want to cling onto every word he said. 

You replied, “Fu Xuan can be quite convincing, as you know.” The two of you exchanged a dry smile. “Besides, I am single right now and it seemed like a good time to get to meet someone knew. Little did I know it’d be the general himself.”

“Do you regret it now that you know?” he mused, straightening up in his seat. He tilted his head, wanting to hear your answer. “Would you have gone on this blind date if you knew it would’ve been with me?”

You thought back at the moment when you first saw him at the corner table and grew sheepish. When you saw the general, you did want to leave at first. You weren’t one to get tangled up in political drama; you simply wanted to enjoy your life and your prestige while continuing to read and learn.

“When I saw you here, I was debating on leaving,” you admitted. Noticing his expression tighten, you continued, “But once I got out of my own head, I realized there was nothing to be nervous about.” 

His brows perked up and you smirked at his eagerness. Did the general care this much about what you thought of him? How…fun. 

“I was still nervous because you’re really handsome and charming, naturally. But those are a different kind of nerves that I don’t mind.”

Jing Yuan leaned back in his seat, swirling the wine around in his glass, “Different how?”

“One kind of nerves is due to being slightly intimidated, maybe insecure even, at my own standing compared to yours. The other is due to the attraction I’m feeling—nerves like butterflies, if you will.”

“What caused your attraction towards me?” he asked, eyes lighting up with amusement. 

Now you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms over your chest with a coy smile. “Are you looking for compliments, General?” 

“I just want to know what I’m doing right with you,” Jing Yuan corrected, looking between his glass of wine and the dip of your dress in deep thought. “Perhaps so I can continue having your attraction.”

You almost laughed at his words. In what world would the general have to ask for anyone’s attention. Either he was flattering you or he was much less experienced with dating than you would’ve ever imagined. 

“Well, besides the obvious that is your looks, I like how you pull my chair out for me, how you fill my glass for me, how you maintain such strong eye contact,” you listed out the things you’ve noticed about Jing Yuan during your brief time with him this far, your gaze wandering around his face until they landed on his lush, pink lips, “how your lips stay in that lopsided smile…”

His eyes crinkled. “Staring at the general’s lips? That’s rather indecent, no?” 

“I’m sure he’s staring at mine, too. So it’s only fair.”

“I am.” Jing Yuan raised his hands in the air as if he was caught in the act. “And I find myself very attracted to you as well.”

“What do you find attractive about me?”

“Other than your lips?” he clarified with a chuckle. You laughed along at his teasing, watching as a more serious expression took over his face. “I’m attracted to how you present yourself with confidence and elegance yet can still grow shy with nerves and butterflies. Your honesty and openness is something I admire. I like the way you stick your pinky finger up when you drink. And how your eyes brighten when you smile...”

You were holding your breath by the end of it, waiting to hear what he had to stay. Jing Yuan had such a soft, yet commanding tone, fit for a general, but gentle enough to be a lover. 

“I haven’t been on many blind dates, but even so, this one has been my favorite,” you said, leaning forward as if you were whispering a secret to him. 

He matched your stance, his voice quiet as he murmured, “I haven’t been on any before this, but I don’t think I’ll go on any more.”

“Did I make the experience that bad for you?” you joked, a grin on your face. “Such that you never want to go on a blind date again?”

The general shook his head, though he knew your question wasn’t serious. You both knew how well this date was going. “Of course, that’s not it,” he said. “Lady Fu was simply correct. After this, I’ll never feel the need to go on one again.”

“Why?” Craning your neck to the side, you asked a question you knew the answer to. You just wanted to hear it straight from Jing Yuan’s pretty mouth. 

His lopsided smile widened and you were seconds away from leaning in further to kiss them. 

“Because,” he said slowly, the tip of his tongue wetting the corner of his mouth as his gaze stayed trained on yours, “I’ve already found what I’m looking for on the first one.”

[loafysainz]

GET CAUGHT | CL 16

charles leclerc!alpha dom!werewolf x lyra!elf!reader

fc: pinterest

warning : DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT INTO DARK FICS! minor dni, smut, rape, dub-con, non-con, very - very dark fic, kidnapped, underage elf 17/18, dark charles, bdsm, evil thing, read at your own risk! I'm not that good at tags so if you can think of others pls tell me I'll add it.

chap 1/2

CHAPTER 1 KIDNAPPED

The animosity between the Werewolves and Elves is introduced through a historical flashback. Centuries ago, the Werewolves discovered a myth that consuming Elven flesh would grant them the unmatched power and invincibility. Fueled by greed, they began hunting Elves mercilessly.

After years of being hunted, the Elves accidentally killed the Werewolf leader in a desperate act of self-defense. This ignited an even fiercer hatred among the Werewolves.

Because their numbers are getting smaller by the year and fearing extinction, the Elves retreated to a hidden forest, cloaked by powerful magic that concealed it from all other creatures. They vowed to live in isolation to protect their people.

Charles, the Alpha and son of the slain leader, has grown up hating the Elves.

*****

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light filtering through the thick canopy of trees. The air in the forest was heavy with the scent of dew and decay, mingling with the faint magic Lyra and her friends carried. Tonight, they had been tasked with healing the withering flora near the outer edges of their hidden sanctuary. It was a rare responsibility, one that required absolute focus and a connection to the forest’s ancient life force.

Lyra knelt beside a gnarled tree, her delicate hands glowing faintly as she murmured incantations. Around her, the other Elves worked in harmony, coaxing life back into the shriveled plants and brittle roots. The task was fulfilling, even calming, as the forest’s magic hummed in response to their care.

But in their focused bliss, they failed to notice how far they had wandered. The protective barrier that hid their realm shimmered faintly behind them, now out of reach.

A sudden snap of a branch broke the serene quiet.

Lyra froze, her hand still pressed against the tree. Her sharp ears picked up the sound of heavy footfalls—not the gentle steps of her kind, but something far heavier, deliberate, and menacing. Her stomach tightened as the scent hit her: musk, fur, and the faint metallic tang of blood.

“Werewolves,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Before anyone could respond, the rustling grew louder. From the shadows emerged a patrol of towering wolves in their half-shifted forms. Their eyes glowed amber in the dark, and their snarls sent shivers down Lyra’s spine. At the head of the pack was a figure larger than the rest, his dark fur streaked with silver and his piercing gaze cold as steel. Charles.

The name echoed in her mind like a warning. He was the Alpha, a leader feared not only for his strength but for his mercilessness. Stories of his cruelty had reached even the hidden Elven realm, tales of how he hunted without hesitation, how no one escaped his grasp.

“RUN!” hissed one of the Elves, breaking the silence.

Panic took over. The Elves bolted in all directions, their light feet barely disturbing the ground as they disappeared into the trees. Lyra ran too, her heart pounding against her ribs, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The sound of pursuit was deafening—growls, heavy paws pounding the earth, and branches snapping in the chaos.

One by one, she realized her friends were slipping away, their magic aiding them as they vanished into the safety of the barrier. Relief briefly flickered in her chest for them, but it was short-lived.

A shadow loomed behind her.

Before she could react, a hand—large and impossibly fast—grabbed her arm. The force spun her around, and she stumbled, crashing into Charles’s broad chest. His grip was iron, his green eyes boring into hers with a mix of triumph and rage.

“Got you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Lyra’s panic surged. Her instincts kicked in, and she raised her free hand, summoning her magic. She focused on his mind, aiming to overwhelm him with an illusion, to manipulate his senses and make him let go. But as the magic poured out of her, something went wrong.

It didn’t work.

Charles didn’t falter. Instead, her own strength seemed to drain, her vision blurring as her knees buckled. She gasped, her body trembling, as if her magic had hit an impenetrable wall and rebounded back at her.

Charles’s grip tightened, holding her upright. His expression shifted briefly—confusion flickering across his face—but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a cruel smirk.

“Your tricks won’t work on me,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ll find I’m not so easy to manipulate.”

Lyra glared at him, even as her legs felt like lead and her head swam. She wanted to fight, to scream, but the strength she relied on so often had betrayed her.

Charles hoisted her effortlessly over his shoulder, ignoring her weak struggles. “Let’s see if your kind values you enough to come looking,” he muttered, turning toward his pack.

Behind him, the enchanted barrier shimmered faintly in the distance. The safety of her home had never felt farther away.

[literallydontknowdontcare]

Horny Bedtimes

[FNAF Movie] Vanessa x Fem!Reader

a/n: the first and third part of this fic is in first person, second part isn’t because it’s Vanessa viewing you, lmk if it's weird. Also the title is cringe so ignore that LOL I'm so uncreative pls :')

Content/Warnings: fluff, smut (soft), top!Vanessa, bottom!femreader, established relationship, implied consent given beforehand, Vanessa coming home late so she fucks reader in her sleep to make up for it

w/c: 1339

I looked out the window. Nothing. I glance to my side to read the clock that blares ‘23:48’. Vanessa was late in getting back home for the third time this week in a row. I was starting to forget how she looked, how she sounded when she first wakes up. How she would reply sparingly to my rants before we went to bed because she was too busy brushing her hands through my hair or softly dragging her fingers down my stomach. I sigh, annoyed but not surprised. Being an officer meant either an 8-hour roster or a 12-hour roster; lately, it seemed like Vanessa was getting more 12-hour shifts than anything.

I pout at my blank phone. She hadn’t even *read* the message. I swallowed the rest of the red wine in the glass and made my way to the bedroom, anxious. Though we had been dating for half a year already, I never wanted to seem like the clingy girlfriend. I mean, sure, I’d act as Vanessa's good little housewife by preparing all her foods so she didn’t have to run on coffee whilst on her shifts, as well as decorating our shared apartment we got one month after dating, but that was just because all girl relationships move quickly. Still, I couldn’t help double- triple- quadruple texting her and demanding her to return home.

I bit my lip as I changed out of her brown sweater, groaning at the deep scent of vanilla she used. Naked, I glance across at both of our closets in search of something to wear to please her. I debate over putting on an oversized tee and calling it a day when an idea strikes me.

I get into bed instead of changing. The clock now read 12 a.m. on the dot. If she can’t stick to the time she says she’ll be back, it’s on her for missing out.

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Vanessa quietly moved throughout her shared home with you, placing her keys on a placement instead of the counter in case it disturbed you. She, admittedly, had forgotten her phone at her office and only realized how much deep shit she was in when she came back from her patrol, reading 24 messages and 5 missed calls all dating back an hour ago. She didn’t take off her police jacket and belt immediately as she usually did; instead, she made a beeline for the bedroom door.

As she creaked it open, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the top of your head deep in her pillow, your hair softly falling onto her side of the bed. She watched from a distance as she listened to your breathing, smiling to herself as you twitched and changed your position. The movement caused the sheet to fall off your collar and be caught by the top of your breasts.

Vanessa's breath hitched. She walked towards you and slowly pulled down the bedsheet, revealing your naked body. Swallowing, she moved the hair out of your face and glanced at your parted lips and blushed cheeks.

“All this for me, huh”, she sighed, caressing your stomach. She moved her hands up, carefully watching in case you woke up, and began working on your breasts. She squeezed and pulled on them, her eyes twinkling from the way you shuddered in your sleep.

“You're feeling this in your dream, poor baby”, she murmured, standing up to change into something more comfortable. Vanessa returned to you after placing her badge on the bedside table and ran her fingers from your inner thighs straight to your folds. Her gaze burned into your pussy, grinning as the tips of her fingers swirling around your clit caused you to jolt. Your breathing had become more rapid as she started to ease them into your entrance. The more she pumped, the louder a squelching sound was emitted. She stared at your resting face as it became more twisted and hungry, mentally burning the image of you like this into her mind. She toyed with your wet pussy, laughing darkly as she tried to fight your walls pulling her fingers back in whenever she pretended to remove them.

“I know, I know”, she said, “This isn’t much fun. You’ve waited so long for me, haven’t you?”. Vanessa leaned in and brushed her lips over your mouth.

“I think you deserve a reward”

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I licked my mouth, then frowned. “What the-”, I thought, feeling something hard swirl around my lips. As I tried to lick it again to determine what it was, I felt my lips being parted and what felt like two long fingers slowly emerge into my mouth. My brain still foggy, I couldn’t make out anything except a voice drifting me away from my dream, holding me down to reality. I sucked complicity whilst I felt someone shift above me. As I was becoming more aware, I became acutely informed that my stomach felt like it was on fire and my thighs were sticky.

Opening my eyes, my vision landed on the outline of a blonde woman moving one hand rapidly between my pussy and her other hand being removed from my mouth.

“Hi”, she purred. My eyelashes fluttered. “Vanessa?”, I question. Before she could answer, I suddenly gasp and arch my back, feeling overwhelmed from the sudden gain of feeling as she was practically fisting me; four fingers were being forced into me at a brutal pace whilst a thumb was applying pressure on my clit.

I shut my eyes, crying out Vanessa's name over and over. “Too much?” she asked gently, sucking on my neck as I switch between grinding against her hand and trying to push it away. I shook my head, taking deep breaths at the abruptness of being fingered after just waking up.

She pulled her head away from me. Fuck, she looked absolutely sinful at this angle. Her lips were plump and her eyes looked animalistic. I met her eyes through my lashes, trying my best to keep them over. She trailed one of her fingers across my lips before leaning forward and biting down. I choked back a sob I was unable to hold it in anymore. She quickly broke apart from my lips, sensing this, and asked, “Do you want to cum like this? Or do you want my tongue?”. I whimper. Vanessa grabbed my face. “Answer”.

“Tongue”, I manage to reply shyly.

She quickly pulled out of my pussy, causing it to spasm, and crashed her face against it. I stop moaning and throw my head back, my mouth left in a silent ‘o’ shape, as she spits and laps up my pussy. Juices dribble from my cunt to her jaw, my legs shaking as I approach my orgasm.

“Vanessa- FUCK, I’m close”, I yelp, grabbing onto her ponytail and pushing her further into my wet pussy. She wraps her hands comfortingly around my thighs and sucks on my clit so harshly that all I see are stars. My vision turns completely white as I come hard on her face, gasping for breath as I go limp.

She laps at my fluid, stopping to let in a breath. She moves her head up to mine and smiles as I moan at the taste of my cum when we kiss. Groaning into my mouth, she breaks apart and rubs my thighs supportingly. “Water?”, she asks, not waiting for an answer and she grabs a bottle off a nearby table and brings it to me.

I sit up, sipping lightly before flopping back down. Vanessa waits a few seconds before cleaning me up. I stare at her as she finishes up, pouting when she grabs my hand to kiss it lovingly.

“I still don’t forgive you”

Vanessa arched her brow. “Yeah? What about now?”, she peppered my face with kisses, giggling as I squealed.

“Maybe a little more now”

[w1nkie]

• fiyero tigelaar x elphaba thropp

• check out this fic on ao3 too pls: my account

— The Winkie Prince invites himself into Elphaba’s shared dorm on a night where she would like to enjoy peaceful, serene silence. Alone. ☾⋆⁺₊

The rain pelted unevenly at the windows. The evening sky hazy with thick clouds that colored the heavens in pinkish-orange billows. The emerald girl sat in the silence of her shared room, reading thoroughly through the dense words of the leather spined book.

Silence was one of few things Elphaba seemed to enjoy recently. Away from other students, and above all, away her charismatic roommate. For the time being the dorm was desolate, spared of peers as they indulged in whatever up to date activity that was occurring at the moment.

A breath rolled through her, loosening and relaxing her shoulders and relieving her chest as it escaped her nostrils. With a slight itch to her brow, her eyes scanned the pages once again. Crisply, a few knocks on the door caused her to halfway turn into the direction of it.

“She’s not here right now.” The words were instinctual because…well why would anybody ever bother visiting Elphaba? Another knock followed her statement which pulled a quizzical expression onto her green features. With a furrowed brow she repeated. “I said; she’s not here right now.” This time a bit louder, for the person behind the oak to hear, before turning back to the small desk and searching for peace in her book.

Fingers twisted at the cold brass doorknob anyway, pulling the unlocked oak wood back and revealing the Winkie Prince in all his charming glory. “Who’s not here?” He let himself in, closing the door behind him with a small push.

“Glinda.” Her lips parted slightly, brows pinching together once more. “Is it a common occurrence for you to let yourself into women’s rooms without permission?” She turned her chair to face him and his lazy stature that somehow kept up the appearance of utmost appeal and unwavering ease.

“Not only women. But yes.” He leaned against the desk, looking down at the unusual beauty that sat before him. He watched the way her ebony hair moved as she turned back toward the literature. “What are you reading?” He interrupted her silence once more.

“A book.” was her dry reply, just barely glancing up at him momentarily before her attention was given back to the pages. His head lulled to the side with a small scoff of a laugh. Tongue running smoothly over his teeth before he bit his lip. The action made the small indents of dimples in his cheeks pop out charmingly.

The rejection of his conversation didn’t deter him in the slightest though. “Studying?” He raised his left brow, smile grazing over his lips once again. He crossed his ankles and kept his lax position against the desk.

“Yes.”

“A woman of many words, aren’t you?” He quipped, leaning over her shoulder and on the back of her chair as he examining the book with a hum. He furthered his examinations onto the desk, cluttered with books and papers as he gingerly picked one up. His sea-colored eyes gazed the back view of her figure up and down. “And what are you studying for?” He pulled his eyes away and onto the stray paper he had caught.

“For an essay.” Her sage eyes stayed attached to her book, fighting off the distracting thoughts of the man’s cologne. Though after a moment it seemed his ever-running mouth had stopped it’s annoyifying questions as he examined the paper in his soft hand.

An essay, hm. “About what?” The silence shattered again. His chin coming to rest comfortably on Elphaba’s shoulder.

“W…” Her voice died at his unexpected touch. A perplexed tug hitching her brow up. “Wizardry.” She finished, clearing her throat. A slight shiver shot up her spine as his breath brushed against her smooth cheek. The stoicism of her face made no heed to the thoughts that spiralled her mind though. All the while, her expression had only been ticked by a small twitch of her lips.

“Wizardry.” Fiyero echoed, the word rolling off his tongue in a slow, pleasurable rumble. He tossed the paper back onto the desk. A dimpled smirk stretched upon his lips as he noticed the slight pause in her voice. He felt her dull, familiar eyes glance at him from the side. His loose grip on the back of her chair moved it around, spinning it until her desirable green figure faced him. This was enough to silence her, but his next moves certifiably brought her green brows shooting up to her hairline.

The prince forced her legs apart with little pressure, gently spreading them to take his place standing between them. His hands planted themselves on either side of her head at the edge of the chair’s back.

He loved the creases of her confusified face, her pretty brows furrowed in such a way that visibly ignited his desires. He moved a gentle hand to cup her chin, tilting it up until her emerald eyes met his diamond ones.

He gave her a look. The look. The one that always made everyone’s knees give out or back arch into his touch. The one that so easily always got him his way. His head tilted to the side, smirk turning into a glimmer of genuine desire for a moment too long. His eyes followed the way her head tilted as well. A slight breath hitched itself from his throat, mouth opening only for them to close again with a bite of his lip. His pupils dilated as they dropped to her lips. For a moment he was lost, the hint of a smile leaving as he found himself completely paralyzed with passion. The energy giving way to heavy chains of desire that wormed and latched their way into his beating heart.

He locked his eyes back onto hers as the line between playfulness and… more blurred into an invisible barrier. The shake and swallow of his throat made his adam’s apple bob. The ripple of unabashed feeling started to sprout within his gut when he felt her hand on his. “Perhaps…” Her soulful voice of grace and calm caused him to hang off her word.

He watched her green hand wrap around his, the gentleness of her touch only serving to send another shockwave through him. She moved it off her chin, his hand seeking out the feel of her skin rang through him immediately. Elphaba gracefully moved his hand to his visibly excited manhood. “You should take care of that.” She rolled her chair back around to face the desk softly.

He stared for a moment at where she had moved his hand, then back to where she had just been in front of him. He cleared his throat with a few blinks. The slight nod of his head tried to hide the way his mind had froze. “Yeah?” He took a few lazy steps backward, thumb running against the leather of his belt.

“Yes, yes I shall.” He breathed, eyes blinking a few times more before his tongue ran against his bottom lip. The room was silent again. Quiet and serene. A wonder to Elphaba. The feeling of peace without having to be alone.

“Goodbye, Elphaba.” Fiyero stole one last glance at the back of the green woman’s wondered figure and left, letting the door click softly behind him.

As the door closed the woman let herself smile, the prettiness of her green lips stressed into something more than an expression of simple desire. She allowed herself to enjoy the very very pleasant feel of a shiver down her spine.

[firefly--bright]

sound//waves

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern a.u.

summary ; each sound has its own shape, something tangible for you to feel. jean's shapes are weightless but important, and you find the importance of your own shapes through him. warnings ; reader being self-conscious of her voice :') idk what the trope is here. pining idiots who don't realise they're both in the same boat, also brief alcohol consumption a/n ; hehe,,, this fic was a pretty long time coming i think? but its for @/samepictureofjeankirsteverday on instagrams celebration for hitting 1k days!! so congratulations!! its also inspired by her own fic, quietude on ao3 :) pls give it a read its SO CUTE and i loved it sm <333 congratulations again :33 ALSO i have never done karaoke before so im sorry for any,,, errors. i genuinely dont know how they work and ive watched only like 2 animes with a very vague karaoke scene </3 just pretend that every inaccuracy is For The Plot taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic-again , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable, @candleohappiness , @zombiefiedskeivy

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you'd always been conscious of how loud your voice could get. 

a little annoying, you thought, because whenever you got excited about something, your voice would jump through octaves, creating an exponential curve on a graph. when you were with friends who knew how to make you laugh, your throat would make a weird sound - stuck between a guffaw and a choke of self-conscious laughter - if it was particularly funny. and your voice was always stuck between the contrasting spaces of either being too loud or too quiet, never really being able to gauge what was required when. 

you'd rather listen than talk. your voice would work around the right people, your mouth having a mind of its own, spilling contents you didn't agree to, but you'd regret the sound of it later. secrets would lie, open, barren, self-aware, in a disgusting pile of weird decibels on your table, in the space between you and whoever had to bear witness to it. you always cringed at the sound of your own voice after hearing it back in video, wherever it was captured. 

you grew up quiet, never growing used to using your voice until you were a late teenager. not knowing the importance of words until they were said, until after the reactions were met. 

and then you met jean. loud, boisterous laughter filled the room as he shouted the rules of the game, clearly drunk, at a party you couldn't remember the importance of, and you were next to your equally as loud and agreeing friend who shouted cheers and another one, her other half, she had loudly exclaimed, her twin, really, and you could hear the resemblance in the way they both chanted a cheer of “jean! jean! jean! jean!” continuously as the guy wearing a button-up shirt that was now soaked with wine with a bottle of the liquid held a considerable height away from him, drinking with twitching lips and shut eyes. He stopped with a spluttering cough, unashamed still, a large, cocky grin plastered over his lips - plump and red with the tint of the wine. Then he let out a loud whoop and you wondered how he didnt feel the guilt of being loud weighing down on him. Maybe it was the alcohol, you assumed, taking a cautious, controlled sip of your own. Sasha and connie soon joined him, and along with their arm came yours, linked in between sasha’s tight grip.

Introductions were made, voices inclining louder to be heard over the music. “Sash told us about you,” jean shouted, a surprisingly inviting smile on his intimidating face, and you joked around, “yeah shes in love with me!” jean all but nodded with an approving smile, and the rest of the evening by pounding music that you could feel your heartbeat on, and you don't hear jean’s presence until about two weeks after it all.

He was quiet then. Suddenly his face went back to being intimidating, and his voice was heard through a groan the first time you heard it after the boisterous party. “Marc, can you please-”

Marco continues about his day, and then you add on with your unfamiliar voice shrinking under the sounds of the cafeteria that was quickly filling in with tangible shapes of voices. The rest of them have to lean in a little closer to you to listen, and your voice shakes against your chest at the bearable effort just to talk about your mundane and frankly low-grade joke about stagnant coffee that you couldnt even remember after you said it, but somehow made them laugh.

“Oh hey!” marco spoke from beside him after he spotted your head approaching them from a distance, his voice a happy, upbeat version of it’s usual quiet and important self. You waved to them with a smile, not uttering a word until you were at their table. With sasha beside you, you let her do the talking at first. Consonants loud, slight country accent clear as the day above you, she spoke about the “boooorrriinnggg” lecture she just had to attend, her back slumping against the seat. Your face rested consciously on your palm, an unintentional look shared between you and jean that said mostly nothing but quiet and secret amusement. His eyes were pretty, speaking a thousand, weighted words against his lids, all of which were heard clearly by you. Hes a stranger, really, nothing more than a name and a scruffy but pretty face, but that didnt stop the bounds of familiarity working their way through the shared space between you. Marco snorts from beside him, and pushes his remaining fries to the brunette. Sasha hums approvingly, comforting, the waves travelling to you safely. Undisturbed, just how youd prefer them to be, and her voice floats above your body, letting it settle there, with you looking at it’s gentle remnants.

“Ackerman’s classes are always a terror-shock,” jean spoke, now, directly to  you, eyes on yours, and you had to stop yourself from being consumed by the tidal waves of sound - his voice, low, warm, joking, natural as if your presence was just enough for him to find comfort in.  

You laugh along with him and your voice - a hungry animal of itself - involuntarily, becomes more itself than you’ve ever found it to be. Which is a shock, but then sasha rests her head on your shoulder, asking you, “when’s your next class?” her voice vibrating on your shoulder, travelling through your bones. Your voice - the hungry animal - or whatever it gently became, replies with a, “in a couple minutes.” 

“What block?” jean asks, and marco checks his phone for his own calendar. 

You hum even if you don't have to think, “block-b. Just a bit of a walk.”

“I have class the same way. I can walk you,” he says, casually, picking his back up from the ground beside him, his knee knocking into yours for a moment. He doesn't apologize. You get up next, picking up the remnants of the trash left on your table and follow him.

His voice is a constant after that. Surprisingly, his voice becomes something you reach out to, the tendrils of waves asking you to stay a bit longer, to shed your coat, to give him your bag to hold. Gentle commands that all but fuel your hungry voice, lungs soaking into whatever has become of his laughter mixed with yours. 

“Karaoke night!” sasha shouts, entering the apartment with no remorse of her voice being louder than the howling dogs at night. You exchange a natural, knowing glance with jean who stands next to you in the kitchen, handing you a spoon. Connie follows her in, and his presence is just as loud, the shape being a little sharp against your palm, just enough to remind you that this is your friend. His bag flops against the table and he groans with each joint that moves in him. 

“Im going to sing the best songs-” he starts, but jean is quick to cut his voice off, as usual, “-you’re going to sing CPR by Cuppcake you crazy bastard, im going to hit you-” “im not going to sing that! I have taste and dignity and-” “-you have a will to make us suffer.” jean states, and the two of them go back and forth while you hand marco’s cup to him in the living room. “Thanks,” he says, whispered among the background, his lips pursed with an attempt of hiding his laughter. 

You smile back at him, but your laugh isnt hidden. You turn around, hands on your hips, exclaiming, “okay! Karaoke night in three hours. Then we go to mitras’ and eat something good.”

Sasha agreed with a mouthful of food and a muffled voice, and you reeled from the fact that you could project your own voice into the apartment with such force. You’ve always been loud, and your mouth always ended up working by itself, spilling contents you didn't agree to be spilt, and you grew quiet again with the consciousness of it all. You never knew how to strike the right balance between quiet and loud.

But then you met jean, who was looking at you, his mouth drawn between half smirk and half amusement, brows raised only slightly, enough to keep you questioning.

“What?” you asked him. Cornered him, really, and your voice was meant to be sharp but ended up being soft around it’s edges, a happy smile accompanying it, and jean’s smirk widened, just by a bit. He shrugged. “Nuffin,” he said, voice half-hidden and half-proud under the food he was chewing. 

Chips. Barbeque, the ones you bought especially for him, the one sasha was hoarding. You narrowed your eyes at him in faux suspicion, but let it go only a bit after, turning your back to him as his voice travels to you without hinderance. “Sash, stop eating th3e damn-” “i’ll do whatever i want to!” she says, turning her back on him as well, facing the marble countertop of the kitchen with jean’s - now her - bag of chips, crinkling under her fingers as she dug through them, feeding one to you.

Karaoke was set. Three hours timing, as you said - a little too loud, unconscious of it being that way - and your shoes squeak over the floor. There had been a significant wait, but connie’s rambling had done you good. “For once,” jean said, voice barely heard over the sound of all the other occupied rooms, “he’s useful.” “that’s not what you said last night.” connie says, but his voice is octaves higher than jean’s and impossible to ignore. You open the door to the room with a smile, and marco groans. “Guys, keep it in your pants for one night.” “im not the one-!” jean starts, but sasha clamps his mouth shut with her hand. “If you're not going to sing, i don't want to hear your stupid, neighing voice complaining,” she said, a murderous tilt in the sound, something you didn't want to mess with.

Sasha in a bad mood wasn't sasha at all - a learned fact that had been taught very unfortunately to you - and you tried your best to get her moods up with whatever means necessary, hopping next to the big screen and detangling the wire of the microphone as marco scrolled through the song options, humming under his breath. A round of lemon sodas was immediately ordered, and jean left a seat for you in the corner of the couch facing the screen, an unsaid determination to get you to sit closer to him. Connie slung his arm around marco’s shoulders and, like the demon on the former’s shoulder, guided him to choose Copacabana by barry manillow.

“Wanna duet, beautiful?” he asked you, hand flat open for you to hand him the mic. You raised your brows with a smile, “you cant handle me, springer.” even if in reality, it was you who couldnt handle him, his voice ten times louder and unashamed than yours, something you admired.

“sash! Connie’s challenging you!” you say instead, smile poisoning your sentence, making it irregular. “hey! I never said-” he starts, but sasha bounces off her seat to your voice, hugging your arm, taking up the challenge and squinting at connie with vitriol. “You're on, baldie.”

Connie’s not a competitive person. He’d never cared about grades, about being first in class, about races, in board games - it was all just that to him. A game, something to have fun about; an admirable trait if went unpaired with the rest of his jokes. But he liked doing things out of spite - a revenge that flowed so deep that he had to do something drastic. 

Even before the music turned on, before their cue, they'd started their serenading, making marco wince with an adoring smile as he grabbed sasha’s outstretched, inviting hand.

You made your way back to jean, as you always found yourself doing, licking your lips against the cold of the AC blasting in the room, the floors shaking under the weight of your beating heart to the thumps of the song, rhythmic and out of tune. Marco sang well, you knew this, but his voice got lost under the competitiveness of sasha and connie, shouting over each other and clambering over the lyrics as they ran away from the screen, still getting the words wrong. 

You laugh, sitting down, stealing a chip from the bowl jean held in his lap as he flipped through the book of remarks strangers before you had written in the same room, their handwritings messy and intoxicated with the extensive - and expensive - cocktail menu, hearts littered under the praises of their time. 

“I wonder if they added it,” you said, almost shouting as he leaned in as well, head ducking near your mouth to hold your words in his heart. Impossibly close, his cologne masking the smell of the leathery couch and the stinge of cold air, and he lifts his head, a curious glint in his eye only enhanced by the rotating, artificial, lights that played their colours on the wall along with the trapped soundwaves. “Wanna check?” his lips upturned into a smirk, a pink light bouncing off his hair, then green, then a blue, the same colours in the same order projecting onto you and the adoring afflictions of his voice were not lost on you.

Jean chuckled, the sound hiding under the unbearable symphonies, pointing his finger at one of the notes. “Someone wrote-” you had to lean in close to hear him, afraid that you wouldn't catch the waves woven so delicately and carefully for you, that you'd miss them, somehow, “-that they are sad that… oh shit, thats connie.” the note, scrawled with a blue ballpoint pen, complained about how there was a lack of the sonic movie soundtrack on the machine. You laughed, your shoulders shaking under the now weightless time, a physical proof of your smile. Jean held it in his heart, woven carefully, as if it would slip away somehow.

 

Something to do. Together, like a secret, because really, how else would he say it if not like this? Like the shape carved itself just for you, smooth and soft. How else would he say something unimportant so close to you, his hand encircling your shoulders, arm resting on the back of the couch, voice the only thing you hear even if the loudness of the setting is all too present and all too distracting. Because that’s what this was, even with the distracting and present and loudness of the setting, he asks you, and his words form their own shape and fall into your lap, a gentle, warm question with round edges, easy to hold in your open palms that eagerly closed over it to not let it go.

Your heart beats to the thumps of the song. Your teeth ache with the sweetness of his voice as you nod with the same glint in your eye, and the unsaid but well-heard command is enough to get him standing up and walking to the machine, checking and flipping over the songs that offered themselves, his white shirt tinted against the moody lighting, the old bracelet you made him hanging over his wrist with a poorly tied knot that somehow withstood the test of time and weather and temperatures of his warm body. His hand scratched the back of his neck, and the present song was almost coming to an end, not that you were paying attention to it, but it was hard to not remind yourself of the moment you were in when the moment included him, the same ground he stood on being the same ground your feet rested on, the same room his voice held and clung onto also being the same room your own voice was in, floating to his, something you found it doing a little too often.

Your name was spoken on the microphone, brightly, with a wide smile, something you hadn't been used to until you met sasha. Your eyes met hers, crinkled at the ends with a smile wider than her heart, as she pointed at you, “your turn! jean-boy, choose something!” met with another shared and important - because all of them were important - glance with jean, eyebrows raised, affection rippling over his features, and you relented, hopping up to the microphone as she handed it to you.

“Oh, but when i asked you to, you didn't sing? I see how it is," Connie said, teasing smile on his lips. Marco shook his head with a smile as you shrugged. “You dont pay the rent,” you said simply, and the opening to cant take my eyes off of you by frankie vallie clung to your clothes, spreading a wide and knowing smile over your face, glancing at jean again. Again.

Sasha watches. Seeing it play out - not rehearsed, a little clunky, your shoes creaking under your weight as you hop to the beat, looking at jean who, in turn, looks at you, and sasha watches. Your voice hums out the tune before you sing it, before the lyrics start rolling in, impatience staining your tongue because of excitement, and she watches. Connie gulps down his drink from the corner of the room and tries getting up, but marco pushes him back down with a gentle and forceful hand, “dont,” his voice says, lost again, and connie doesnt ask why. Sasha hands her microphone to jean, clunky and unrehearsed, and he takes it without reluctance because he could never refuse being near you. 

Your shoulders shake without effort or thinking, and the usual hesitance that comes to jean so easily, like habit, almost disappears, finding solace in god knows where but he’s just glad its not there right now, with you. Brilliant smile, voice usually small and a little uneasy now grows with the swell of the song and he cant help but not sing. His voice is nothing but background and really, all he’s doing is humming into the mic just as you were moments before, and he sees everything. Your voice makes it hard not to notice you, stark against the background of the four walled-room, head bopping to the beat. It's hard not to notice when something so tangible and breathing and beautiful is in front of him, singing, smiling towards him, looking at him like you do with your eyes all shiny and almost sparkling under the shitty lights, he thinks, how can someone make a karaoke room feel like a shrine? 

He's not poetic. He knows this - out of the two of you, you find more of the metaphors, the small but noteworthy variables with the phrases and words - but he’d turn into a poet just to make one of the songs you like to sing so much. Humming under your breath, kept there until future and important use while making coffee, lost lyrics that you couldn't remember building up at the back of your throat as your hand flew across the your computer’s keyboard but even then he’d choose your inexperienced and unpracticed voice over a well made concert. 

Your lips shine with the light, and he forgets how to breathe. His mic floats somewhere near his mouth, he’s sure of that much, but everything else is lost to him. Your voice becomes his guide, wavering a little at the higher pitches, careful of the lyrics. You mess up once, laugh it off, shrugging your shoulders, and your smile is etched onto the speakers, making their way across the room and into his ears and, god, he can feel it. The beat doesn't matter to him, his heart finds the way of your voice and beats to it. As soft, as careful, unhesitant and unrestrained until the three minutes and twenty-four seconds of the song are over. And all he did was blink.

You turn, handing the mic back to sasha, connie’s standing applause met with a wide, unbashful grin and a little bow, faux pride in your posture. 

Jean all but follows your footsteps only a little ways from sasha, as she chooses another song of her liking, and his eyes are on you, adjusting the sleeve of your shirt that had folded up. You look at him, lips moving under his gaze, sound travelling and only a little delayed because jean thinks about your lips for too long. “You have a good voice,” you remark, smiling, and he blinks. Thank god the place is only dimly lit because his face feels red, heart pumping dangerously close to his chest. 

“Yeah?” he asks, as if he needs confirmation. Really, he just wants to hear your voice again.

You hum. He leans in to hear it as if it's something more important. It is, to him, every molecule that's disturbed by your voice to reach to his ear is something that he needs to be accounted for. He’ll make a home there, he thinks, where your voice lives in between the atoms, the shape it makes mid-air, just for him to hear.

“HORSEBOY THIS ONES FOR YOU,” connie shouts in the already loud speaker, making jean wince, connie pointing his finger between jean’s brows, a scowl on the latter’s features. The starting notes of “my heart will go on” start playing, and jean groans, head tilting upwards, catching the way you laugh softly, and turning to you incredulously. 

“Y’know your bald head is shining like a disco ball right now?” he says in retaliation to the now belting-his-heart-out connie, his hand making a fist over his heart, eyes screwed shut, pinch between his eyebrows, knees bending at an almost-painful angle that will most surely make them hurt later, with marco doing the background vocals, eyes closed, and… was that a tear? 

“Jesus, and then? what did he say?” sasha’s voice loudly asked, uncaring for any sleeping neighbours that would surely be jolted awake by her, coercing you to tell her more about the terrible group project you had just gotten out of last week. “He said he’d just give the work to someone who owed him a favour.” you said with mild but mostly dissipated annoyance.

Marco winced from in front of you, legs crossing two steps at a time. Jean scowled, turning his face to yours from where he climbed beside marco, “what the fuck?” to which you could only shrug with pursed lips. Sasha’s arm was around your shoulders, her fingers tracing comfortable shapes on the cup of your shoulder. 

“Wait, who owed him a favour?” connie asked from behind you, two steps under yours. You spared him a glance and shrugged again, “no idea. And then, of course, he told me, last minute, that they couldn't do it and he didn't have the skills,” you put air quotations around the last word, clearing your throat for dramatic effect, “to complete it himself.” 

“What the fuck does that even mean-” “what a fucking dick,” “god, im so sorry,” jeans voice was the first one you heard, followed by sasha’s, and then marco’s. “I wish we could still guillotine people.” connie spoke up just after you crossed the last step, marco’s shoes squeaking to a halt before your door. You fished your keys out of your pocket, opening the door to its jingle.

“Guillotines are for rich people, dumbass,” jean said, rolling his shoulders back as if the sentence itself burdened him.

“of course you’d say that, you french fuck.” connie spoke, wiggling out of his coat the second he stepped through your door. Sasha went headfirst for the couch, collapsing into the cushions without any plan to remove her own coat. Her soft snores soon filled the apartment - a trait both her and jean shared. The two could fall asleep anywhere and anytime, state of their body be damned. Jean had told you, after a long nap, his voice a low hum, that he had insomnia as a kid. He didn't know how he grew out of it, but it ended up with him on the opposite side of the sleep spectrum - unable to wake up unless shaken very violently. He asked you to slap him awake once, and when you hesitated, connie stepped in with a loud smack to jean’s cheek.

Marco stretched out his arms while walking to sasha’s room. “Im taking her bed.” he says, a tired yawn stretching out at the end of his sentence. Connie groans, “where will i sleep?” he asks, looking at you with a smirk, “if only a beautiful girl with a pretty voice tells me i can use her room…oh, if only,” he sighs, placing the back of his hand on his forehead. 

“Yeah. if only, you bitchless moron.” jean says, and you shake your head with a smile. 

“Do you think women are bitches, jean?” connie asks, the hand on his forehead finding itself on his chest, gasping. sasha ‘s snores break through his sentence.

“No! I.. i love women. I mean, im not like, im not… like a slut or anything, but-” “sounds like something a slut would say. Fuckboy.” “I respect women!”

“Ladies, ladies. Stop fighting over me.” you say, walking towards your room without sparing either of them a glance, expecting jean to follow you. “Cuddle with marco, con, I know you want to.” 

Connie groans, again, a little too dramatically to be taken seriously in the first place. There’s no malice hidden in his voice, none of the usual complains you would've found, “fine. If you say so. See, jean? This is how you respect women.” 

“Youre only saying that because she’s pretty.” jean says. You try not to let it get in your head as you enter your room, your door creaking open. “Night, marco!” you whisper-yell across the hall, even though sasha’s eyes wouldn't open even a peek with any amount of sound. “Goodnight!” he whisper-yells back from across the hall, only a couple steps away from the door of your room. 

Jean and connie’s voices are still arguing about something, but you're too tired to make their words out, all of it becoming gibberish. You clear your throat - a sound that’s enough to get them to stop. “Goodnight.” 

“Hey, wait-” jean speaks, and connie snickers from behind him.

Your room is silent, save from the irregular sounds of the cars passing downstairs, gravel under their rubbery tires. Everythings been said and done; teeth brushed, face washed, pillows fluffed (by jean’s persistence). You collapsed onto bed, leaving enough room for jean to squish into, the sound of ruffling blankets and the plush, squishy pillow under your ear. He lays on his back for a moment, before facing his body towards you, the deliberate motion creating squeaks of spring from the mattress. Everything has its own sound. Jean’s hands tuck under his head, and you resist the urge to laugh at his position. He sees right through you.

“Whats so funny?” he asks, whispers, really. You're not sure why. Maybe it's the overwhelming silence, the inability of breaking the warmth that crosses across both of your bodies, sharing the same blanket.

“You look funny tucked in like that,” you say, imitating his hushed voice. Maybe it is too important, you think, to talk about things that are funny in the moment for no reason but to keep your heart steady against the faraway but present sound of his - just one of those sounds that didn't need to be heard to know it was there for you.

His sigh turns into a laugh. You're both laughing at nothing, soft puffs of air, carbon dioxide overlapping carbon dioxide. Sounds are science, right? This felt a lot like poetry. Maybe they all merge together, and Jean speaks up before you can think more about it, “do you think Connie is spooning Marco right now?” 

You laugh a little more. “Are you jealous?” “that we’re not…cuddling?” he asks, a little unsure, but with a small smile anyway. He's hesitating. You know him enough to know the way his voice - though soft and pliable right now, gaseous against your palms, shape unreadable - sounds when he's unsure. You shrug. “Are you?” you don't know if the whispering is making you bolder or if you're just tired. You’ve always been a little conscious of your voice, a little too in your head about needing to be soft, uncaring if your sentence goes unheard. It doesn't matter as long as youre peaceful, as long as your voice doesn't disrupt disrupt disrupt.

His cheeks go a little red. It's how you know you’ve got him. Your smile turns softer, a little more understanding. “I…okay,” he says. You're both not sure what he means by it, but you can't help but marking it as important, just as everything he’s said to you.

“Your voice is…really pretty, by the way.” jean states, eyes not meeting yours. His lips form a thin line after saying it, as if he’d been wanting to keep it a secret, as if the fact that it somehow got out was a fault. You don't have much to say to that, though, so the sentence lays there, between the space of the pillows, between the blankets. It’s weighed, careful but untamed, and it lingers there for a moment, soft and pliable and unconscious. 

“I mean… like everytime i hear your voice its… its nice. Not just when you're singing. I like that too.” he rambles, voice still a hush, words still soft and pliable - putty-like, shapeless but you catch them and you don't let them go, let them seep into your skin and against your bones and into your bloodstream. “When you pick up the phone, or when you're humming something. I know it's… i know you think it's not meant to be heard. But I hear you. And i… I like hearing you.” he says. He likes hearing you. He likes hearing you. The words don't have shape. They wave over you, not tidal, not forceful, but like the same warmth of the blanket that rests over your shoulders, crinkled at the edges, a little worn out as if he’s been saying it to himself before giving it to you. 

God, and youve always been conscious of your voice. So when you speak next, its a surprise to you when its not the same whisper he was speaking in, instead only a bit higher than it, enough to contain only bits of your voice, the carvings on the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat and behind your teeth have no use hiding, now, because your voice projects forward just enough. Just enough because he thinks your voice is pretty.

“I… i like yours.” you say. Your eyes slip a little shut, and you feel more than hear him shift towards you, his arm crossing over your waist. “Its beautiful. Peaceful. Even when you're…insulting eren.” you sigh into his chest. His breathing holds you just as his arms, and his warm chest stutters a bit as if he’s taking a deep breath, something that tickles the parts of your hair that are near his nose. Every sound has its feeling, every sound creates waves and its on you to make them twice more meaningful as they are despite the words they hold, and even as jean gives you wordless reactions to your senseless but meaningful words, they're all accounted for. They're all just as important, just as held as everything else he’s said because its him.

“Thank you. For speaking to me. For letting me hear you.” you say with finality, no room for argument. As if he’d argue you. His lips press to the top of your head, unmoving. His palm covers your ear, making the soft sounds of his breathing muffled, but his thumb traces shapes of his sound against your ear. 

It tickles a little, but you hear the movement clearly. 

Sound waves, importance given to them. By you and by him. 

✿

[yangqisarchive]

best friend's brother

pairing- liu yangyang x fem!reader

au- college

warnings↓

plot- swearing, implied drugging(yang drugs y/n's drink), pet names, ex-lovers, fluff at the end, and yangyang & ningning are siblings

smut- noncon to dubcon, making out, "just the tip" (it was not just the tip😭), unprotected sex (be safe pls), creampie, begging, degradation, yang has a big dick, yang gets soft at the end, that's all i thinkk, lmk if i missed anything!

if you don't like it, don't read it.

a/n- haii, another fic or whatevs lol, this was originally gonna be a drabble, but i felt like it was too long to make it a drabble, so i just went ahead and finished it

ningning begged you not to go to her house when she wasn't there because her brother was off limits. but? you still did it anyway. so, now you are back at the house. the room spinning. you had a bit of alcohol with yangyang that afternoon, which explained why you were so sleepy and weak. but it didn't explain why yangyang was still trying to put his thick dick in you. especially after you told him to stop a numerous number of times.

"y-yangyang, it's not going to fit!" you cried out, pushing meekly against his chest in attempts to get him off of you. but he didn't bulge. he was adamant about putting his dick into you. hot tears ran down your face trying to fight him off of you but he was completely unfazed by the scratches you left all over his arm. "why are y-you doing this to me?" you questioned him. but still, he didn't answer. yangyang was so focused on putting his dick into you that he wasn't even paying attention to your questions.

he cursed himself for not preparing you first, but he didn't have time. he already knew you'd fight him off so he had to hurry up and take what he wanted. which was his motive. you wouldn't give him what he wanted again so he took it from you. i mean, what kind of bullshit excuse is "i don't want to hurt ningning" ?

he knew you wanted it deep down, you just acted like you didn't. he put one hand over your mouth as he heard ningning's footsteps. "be quiet y/n. god, i don't even know why you're acting like you don’t want this as much as i do." he shushed you. "you're making it harder for yourself.. just sit back and let me fuck you." he told you.

that was the most he had said to you all night considering he just snatched you by your wrist and pulled you into his room. you were about to give up, tears streaming down your face. "stop crying slut. you know you want my dick in you because you're nothing but a cockdrunk whore, yeah?" he chuckled. you shook your head no. "yangyang, who are you talking to?" ningning asked, walking up to his door. "i'm on the game! leave me alone." he lied. ningning's sigh was audible but she left him alone after that.

"see slut? you almost got us caught. you're acting like you don’t want me, yet your pussy is louder than your pleas for me to stop." he laughed. you were so embarrassed that he was right. "yangyang, please. don't want it." you cried. "shut up." he sternly said, moving your hands out of the way. yangyang pinned your hands above your head, sticking his tip into you.

you let out a moan at this, and yangyang slapped your thigh. "just the tip, baby. just let me fuck you with my tip." he said, taking his tip out. he then slid his dick up your wet pussy. "please." you begged quietly. "just hurry up and get it over with." you cried out. "just the tip, i swear. you gonna let me fuck you or you gonna keep fighting it?" he asked, letting your hands go. "just fuck me." you told him, giving in.

"good girl." he praised, putting his tip in your wet cunt. he knew you weren't prepped to take him, so he shoved two fingers down your throat before giving you no warning and slamming into you. thankfully, your scream was muffled, so ningning didn't hear you. you slapped him on his chest, protests inaudible. yangyang then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, placing his hand on your hip whilst the other was occupied on your waist.

"y-you said just the tip!" you whined as he repeatedly slammed out and into you. yangyang buried his face into your neck, still thrusting in and out of you slowly. "it felt too good. just give in. you know you want to." he whispered, lips grazing your earlobe. you nod, covering your face.

"see? i knew you wanted it. i wonder what ningning would think if she knew her best friend was fucking her older brother." he stated, pushing down on your stomach. "should i tell her? record it and send it to her? or tell her to come in here now?." yangyang asked, teasingly.

you shook your head no quickly. "p-please no," yangyang just laughed, speeding his thrusts up. you just laid there, letting yang do whatever he wanted as tears still poured down your face. you had no control anymore, and neither did you have any energy to fight back. yangyang noticed your tears, feeling a bit of sympathy for you.

he noticed your silent cries and your inability to go against his assault. he reached down, wiping your tears away. "you look so pretty when you cry." he commented, pushing your hair behind your ear. he placed a small kiss on your lips before another one. "i'm sorry that i had to do this to you, but you wouldn't give yourself up to me again, so i had to do it my way." he spoke softly.

you knew it was wrong, so why did you melt at his words? yangyang placed kisses along your jawline, wiping the little bit of tears left rolling down your flushed cheeks. his soft gestures and words didn't match his brutal pace he used, fucking into you.

"yangie, 'm gonna cum." you whispered, looking him in his eyes. he smiled at your nickname for him. "go ahead, baby. cum for me." he replied, as you came over his cock, a white ring forming around the base of it. "can i cum in you?" he asked, slowing his thrusts down. you nodded, grabbing his hand.

your fingers intertwined as his hips stuttered, shooting his cum into you. he was still thrusting into you before pulling out and pushing his cum back into your cunt with his thumb. he pulled his pants up, sitting by you. "are you okay?" he asked, stroking your hair. you nodded, and he wrapped his arms around you.

"just shaken up a bit." you responded in all honesty. you melted into his embrace. "sit up. i gotta get you cleaned up." he kissed your forehead, standing up and looking in the hallway, before walking out and opening the bathroom door. he turned the water on, squeezing bath gel into it. he walked back into his room, helping you up. "come on, walk slowly." he said, walking you to the bathroom. yangyang shuts the door behind him, taking your shorts and shirt off.

you let him do all of the work before stepping into the tub and sitting down. yangyang got a washcloth, making it soapy, and sat on the mat next to the tub, cleaning you up. you sat there quietly as he cleaned you. you gathered your thoughts before speaking. "yangie, i think i wanna get back together." yangyang's eyes lit up, but he brushed it off. "you're just talking crazy." he laughed dryly.

you shake your head no. "i wanna get back together.." you repeated, looking at him. "we'll talk in the morning. you're not in the right headspace right now." he answered. you nodded as he finished cleaning you up, and he wrapped you in a towel, taking you back down the hallway as his eyes met with ningning's. there was a moment of silence before ningning spoke.

"yangyang, y/n, what the fuck!"

[cryingcoyote13]

New York City: Chapter 1

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

TMNT x Oc (Platonic)

(Dashed text) = Na'Vi speech translated to english text

|| Chapter 2 ||

Inspired by @talewrites

(pls go read their fics they are amazing)

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When Donnie was able to intercept the radio signal about the Foot Clan's newest "experiment" he immediately informed his brothers. They eventually decided they needed to go check it out, and in the cover of darkness the descended upon the warehouse. Leonardo was the first to notice it's disarray and the alarms blaring,

" it looks like a horror movie scene," Mikey whispered, earning a huff from Raphael as Donatello looked around nervously. What had happened here?

As they got closer, the bodies started to pile up, along with the sounds of crashing and things being thrown. Eventually, they heard a guttural growl as they came around a bend. Their eyes widened as they spotted a blue huddled form sitting in the middle of multiple bodies. It sat up with a shrill gasp as it whipped around to face them. She jumped up, knife and hands covered in blood as she panted, staring down the brothers. She was as tall as them, if not taller. Was she a mutant? Her tail lashed widely as she let out a hiss as one of the bodies began to groan. She plunged the knife into it over and over again, growling, hissing and panting like a feral animal. She eventually jumped back up and started knocking stuff off tables with shrill yells and yips.

" WHERE AM I!? " She whipped around, gasping and tossing stuff. These demons had brought her here. She knew that much.

She whipped back around as Leo stepped out from behind the corner, she hissed, lashing out with her knife as he stepped out. She climbed behind the metal table that had been dented when she threw it.

" WHO YOU DEMON!? " She screamed, fangs barred as the gaint green creature took in her words, her accent was foreign, something no one had ever heard before. He raised his 3 fingered hands to show he meant to harm as she lashed at him. She backed up, stepping over bodies and broken glass.

" I'm Leonardo, I am not going to hurt you. " He stated calmly as she pressed herself against the wall, ear pressed against her skull and tail lashing. She glanced at the body beside her, reaching down and grabbing the gun from his hand. She cocked it, pointing it at the creature as she hissed. Thank god dad taught me how to use this thing, she thought as the creatures eyes widened.

" Back. Now. " She hissed and he glanced at his brothers as they came to his side, she hissed louder. I could try to run past them, but then what? She hissed as the one in purple slammed his pole down on the metal ground that rang throughout the warehouse. She huffed, lowering the gun as her adrenaline started too where off. Everything was so heavy, so... tiring...

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I was out cold before I hit the floor, I know that because I never felt myself hit the ground. My eyes shot open as I sat up, head whipping around frantically as I took in my surroundings, a little room. I ripped out the IV line that was stuck into me with a yelp of pain as I stumbled out of the bed and into the wall. I heard walking and quickly climbed under the bed that I had woken up on. I pulled my knee to my chest with a grunt of pain that I tried to suppress as my breathes became ragged and frantic. Where am I? What were those things? How did I—

My thoughts we interrupted by the covers the hung over the bed being moved, causing light to shine in under it. I winced at the bright light and hissed as a head bent down to look under. I pulled my knees closer as I scooted back as far as I could.

" Hey, it's alright, we will not hurt you." My ears perked at the familiar language.

" You speak the language of my people? Who are you...? " I moved my hand in front of my face to block the light as I squinted.

" My name is Donatello. You need medical attention. You are hurt. " Slowly, a 3 fingered hand reached under and was held out, I slowly took it, crawling out from under the bed. Everything burned, I winced, blinking rapidly at the bright light as I was helped up. I steaded myself, hearing talking from out behind the curtained entrance. I sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, glancing at the green creature in the purple mask nervously.

" Where.. where am i? " I whispered as he started to tend to where I had ripped out the IV.

" New York." He glanced at my confused expression as he continued, " On Earth. "

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as my eyes widened.

" What.. no.. no, no, no, no! " I started to shake violently, and as he put a hand on my shoulder, I jumped up, screaming and hissing from my perch on the bed.

" GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME. " At this, he tried to step back as I shrieked, but almost tripped as I huddled into the corner. There were footsteps and yelling outside,

" Donnie! What's happening? " One stated as the curtains were pushed open. I growled, crouched down in the corner of the room as another green creature with a red mask walked in. My eyes locked on the gap in between him and the other mutant, and I bolted, throwing myself in between the two before they could think. I crashed into something and yelped, standing up quickly, I ran as I heard someone come running. I glanced at something that reflected on the wall, a weapon. I quickly lept, taking a sword in hand and wipping around. I growled at 2 creatures that stood before me, one in red and one in blue, weapons also drawn. I hissed, tail lashing as I crouched down. I jumped over them as something crashed down where I had just been, a.. a hairless tail!? I glanced at the form with a hiss as I landed on top of the couch. My ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, and I swung around, ready to kill as everyone started yelling. Two humans had barged in, the sword I held almost pressed again them. There was a shriek from someone as I was shoved harshly, I dropped the sword with a hiss of pain as I crawled back up from the floor.

" You okay angelcakes? " The creature in orange looked at the humans with concern as the one in red huffed in between us. I scoffed, picking myself back up as the one in red started towards me, weapons drawn. I hissed, running at him. I jumped right into him, sending him onto his back. I wrapped my hands around his weapons blades and yanked them from his grip as I jumped off of him. I flipped them around and got a grip on the handles as I spoke

" I WILL KILL YOU DEMON! DO NOT COME CLOSER! " I snorted as he started to get up, huffing and angry. I crouched down, ready to fight until the same creature from early stepped in between us.

" Raph, calm down. You, drop the weapons. " I hissed, fangs baring as I did.

" Send me back home! " I growled, ears flat against my skull.

" I need time to figure out how to do that alright, so please, for everyone's sake, drop them. " I snorted, throwing the knife like weapons passed both of their heads and into the wall. Everyone was silent as I stared at Donatello, the tension growing so thick you could cut it with a knife. My ears twitched as footsteps sounded, I turned to see the rat-like creature from before. I glared at it as it came closer,

" What does it want? " I stepped back with a hiss as it continued to come at me, slowly but surely.

" She wants to know what you want, Sensei. " Donnie said, looking at Master Splinter. He didn't answer as he finally got close enough to touch me. I glared daggers at him, and he grabbed my hands firmly as he inspected the cuts from grabbing the twin sai from his son. He motioned for me to follow with his hand, I glanced back with a hiss at the one in red and followed nervously. He led me back to the room I had come from. He grabbed the first aid kit Donatello had been using and opened it up, wrapping my hands tightly and silently. I stared blankly pasted him, thinking about everything when tears started to prick at my eyes.

" I want to go home... Will I ever be able to go home? " I studied the small huddled rat-thing as if expecting an answer, but I got none. I sighed, tail and ears drooping as the one in blue, Leonardo, pushed through the curtains. I let out a small hiss, but he just glanced at me as Donatello pushed through the curtains as well.

" We will try to find a way to get you home. " He glanced up from the screen that glowed in front of him.

" Raph, you totally got your ass beat by the new babe! " The one in orange laughed, practically crying, earning a shove from one in red from behind the open curtain. A slight smile crawled across my face as the rat thing, the 'Sensei', finished wrapping my hands.

" Since I am apparently stuck here, my name is Lìu'ye alu Pxiut Asipä. " I scrunched my nose in annoyance as I watched his eyes fill with confusion and glance at Leonardo.

" Lìu'ye. " I repeated in annoyance, flexing my bandaged hands. He tried to say it back, but I put my hand in his face.

" Stop. It is pathetic to hear you struggle with something so simple! " I rolled my eyes, looking at Leonardo, who was eyeing us in confusion. I stared back, side eyeing him as I snorted in annoyance as Donnie spoke up.

" You should probably go apolo— "

" For what? That he's a wuss? Or weak? " There was immediately cackling from outside as I smirked as Donnie rolled his eyes. I shrugged, walking past him as he sighed.

" What do you guys have to eat around here? " I eyed the mutant in red as the one beside him in orange was hunched over laughing, at the lack of response I growled. My tail flicked as I eyed the two humans talking to the 'Sensei', or what must be the Eytukan and the mutant in blue. I turned to the sound of footsteps and looked down at the one in orange.

" What up, dudette! My name is Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mikey! " He grinned, I eyed him before I spoke.

" Mikey? " His grin widened as he raised his arms.

" Welcome to your new home!- I guess? " He glanced at his brother in purple who thought for a moment then nodded as he turned back to his computers. I eyed the Twin Sai in the wall and walked over, ripping them out of the wall and turning around. Everyone stared back, waiting for me to make a move. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the one in red, or 'Raph?' I handed him the two sai and smirked.

" What? Never got beat by a girl? " His eyes widened, and I swear I saw smoke come from his nose and ears. Mikey practically fell over laughing as I turned away, my tail hitting his hand as he practically vibrated with anger.

" Idiots I tell you! Eywa, help me! " I hissed, rubbing my face with my hands as I walked away. I felt my heart crack a bit as I reflected on what was happening. I was staring off into nothing that when someone grabbed my arm, I practically jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to see a human woman staring up at me. She put out her hand to be shook.

" My name is April O'Neil. " I glanced at her wearily, looking back at a grinning Mikey as he gave me a thumbs up. I bent down, taking her hand gently and shaking it. I thought as she stared up at me, a small smile plastered on her face.

" Lilith.. My name Lilith. " The corner of my lips pulled to a small grin, slightly showing my fangs as I did.

" You are not all bad, little demon. " I smiled, standing up.

" Names? " I glanced at Mikey as I sat down on the couch, who seemed to light up at my words.

" This is my brother Donatello, a technical genius who is technically a genius! " He pointed to the mutant in purple as he spoke, then pointed to the one in red.

" This is my other brother, Raphael! He's the one with anger issues! " This earned him a glare from his brother as he moved onto the one in blue.

" This is my other, other brother. Leonardo, our fearless leader! " I glanced at him, eyebrows scrunched. Really? Him? A Eytukan? I almost laughed at the thought.

" Then, of course, there is me, Mikey, " He then pointed to the two humans,

" Then there is April, whom you already met, and Casey, the weird guy." I eyed the two as he pointed to the Sensei,

" And that is our dad, Master Splinter! " Ah, there is why they all listened to him. He was their father. I glanced at him, then Mikey.

" We are mutants. It's a long story. Anyways, tell me a bit about yourself! " He grinned excitedly as he sat down next to me. There was something so comforting about his unbothered ways. He reminded me much of my brother...

" I am Lìu'ye, or Lilith, of the Mangkwan clan. My father is the olo'eyktan, and my mother was a part of the Avatar Program before the Great War. " My ears twitched as Donnie walked over.

" Her name is Lilith of Mangkwan Clan. Her father was clan leader, and her mother was an avatar, " He stated, sitting down in between us with a cup of coffee.

" Yooo!! That's so cool! So you're like a princess of the clan? " Mikey chirped, leaning forward to see past his brother. I shrugged, nodding slightly

" I guess you could say that? " He grinned at my response, earning an eye roll from his brother,

" So I could call you princess? " At this, I snorted, flicking him in the face as he let out a yelp, almost knocking Donnie's coffee out of his hands as he flinched.

" Watch it, Mikey! " He barked in annoyance, standing up and walking back towards his computers. Mikey rolled his eyes. My eyes followed the edges of the room, then stopped at the wall full of weapons. I stepped up, walking closer to it with care. I inspected the weapons, metal, I scoffed, turning towards Mikey, who had followed me.

" Where my knife? " At this, I felt something come flying towards us, I practically shoved Mikey out of the way as I grabbed the knife before it hit the wall. He stumbled up with a star-struck expression as he looked at who had thrown the knife.

" Did you just throw my own knife at me? " I growled, stepping closer to Raphael as Mikey gulped.

" Hey- uh- guys, let just calm down– " At Mikey's blubbering, Leo realized what was about to go down and quickly stepped in.

" Woah woah woah, everyone, calm down! What happened? " I snorted, knife in hand as I stared down into Raph's eyes.

" Don't you EVER think that I am scared of you. You moron, thinking you're so tough when you are the weakest. " I spat, pointing a finger into his chest.

" Raph threw Lil's knife at her! " Mikey explained to Leo as his brother was still being faced down by their newest 'addition' to their group.

" Raph! What the hell is your problem!? " Leo retorted, shoving his brother away as Mikey drew away my attention as I sheathed my knife.

" Hey princess, how about we go get you something to eat? Is there anything specific you want? " He said as he pulled me away, my tail lashed as I reluctantly followed him. I shrugged as I sat down at the table and watched Mikey get to work on whatever, while Leo and Raph's arguing was still echoing throughout the rooms. I eventually must have fallen asleep because Mikey had to wake me.

" Hey! Hellooooo! Wake up, sleepy head! I made pancakes! " I slowly pulled my head off of the table with a tired groan as a plate was put in front of me. I rubbed my eyes as I took in the scent of the food in front of me. I started stuffing my face before Mikey could hand me a fork. He watched in amusement as I finished off the plate within seconds.

" Thanks Mikey. " I purred out, standing and stretching as I yawned.

" You're welcome! Anytime you want something to eat, just let me know! " I nodded, eyes closed as I breathed in the scents around me. There was something.. something new, I turned around to see Master Splinter sitting cross-legged in a circle of candles. I silently walked over, careful not to interrupt as I sat down in front of him. I watched curiously, head cocked to the side as my tail thumped quietly against the floor. He eventually opened an eye to see what I was doing.

" Hello, Master Splinter. " I chirped out as he opened both eyes.

" Hello Lilith, how are you feeling? "

" ..Lost. " I whispered out, and he nodded in understanding.

" We will try our best to get you back home to your universe. " He returned to his pose, leaving no room for questioning his words. I huffed, standing up and looking around and picking a direction. I walked over to the glowing room of screens cautiously. I wasn't even halfway there before I felt something flying through the air at me. I leaped for the couch, almost flipping it over as I rolled back up and looked around. Master Splinter was standing where I had been with an amused glint in his eyes. At this sudden movement, his sons joined us on the outskirts of the room. I felt a grin creep across my face as I took a stance, ready to dodge or attack. There was a deafening silence until he came running at me, I jumped out of the way and onto the roof, hanging upside down by my legs with a grin.

" That's all you got, old man? " I chirped, causing Donnie to cackle as he informed Master Splinter of what I had said. They all grinned, even Raph, as I jumped down. Splinter motioned for me to make the first move, and I did. I jumped at him, but as he ducked down, I grabbed the back of his clothes and rolled, sending him flying. He caught himself with a thunk as I quickly stood back up. He walked closer, clamly and I followed suit.

" You fight well, but you can still be taken by surprise. " At that, his tail swept my feet from under me, and I hit the floor with an annoyed hiss. I sat back up, still grinning slightly as he continued.

" With more training you will be ready for surprise attacks. If you would like to train? "

I grinned wide in excitement as I hopped back up.

" I would love to! - if it's not any trouble! " I nodded quickly, bowing my head to him.

" When your injuries are healed, we will begin. " He said as he walked back to the circle of candles, I grinned, looking back at the 4 brothers who had watched. Mikey gave a thumbs up and Donnie nodded, but Raph and Leo just watched, faces deadpanned as they glanced at each other. My grin faltered as I looked at them, I turned back at Mikey who was excitedly hopping around, and it returned.

" This is so cool! You'll get to train with us! It'll be soooo fun! " I nodded, a yawn escaping my lips as I did.

" It's almost sundown. " Donnie pointed out, elbowing Leo gently to which he nodded, arms crossed. My ears perked as I turned to look at them.

" What does that mean? " I inquired, following the group as they went to the weapons wall.

" We are going out to patrol the city, " I cocked my head at Donnie's reply.

" You can sleep in the guest room, where you woke up at. " He pointed to the room as I nodded.

" We will be out until sunrise. " Leo added as he sheathed his katanas. I took a seat of the couch as they finished grabbing their gear.

" We won't be gone too long princess! " Mikey chirped, earning a groan from the rest of the party and an eye roll from me as they left.

I huffed, melting into the couch as I tried to stay awake. I very much lost the fight and fell into deep sleep and was awakened by the sound of heavy footfall. I practically jumped up, making eye contact with a masked man. I growled, jumped on top of him as he let out a shriek, I knocked of the mask to reveal– Casey.

" Really smart. " I spat sarcastically as I hopped off of him. He stumbled up, looking at me in fear as I returned to my spot on the couch, eyes following him.

" You almost killed me! " He yelped, pointing his mask at me with his hand. I nodded, letting a fanged grin show as he stomped off. I snorted, rolling my eyes as I closed my eyes once again, relaxing into the couch.

I was awoken to the sound of hushed arguing as the brothers returned. I yawned, stretching and getting up as they put their weapons back up onto the wall. I spotted Casey staring at me from beside April and I snapped my fangs at him with a grin as he jumped back. They all turned to me as I cleared my throat.

" Thank you. " I stated as I signed 'I See You' to each of the brothers as they stayed silent. Suddenly there was a scoff from Casey as he spoke up,

" You guys are lucky, she tried to eat me! " He snapped as I let out a laugh and snapped at him again.

" Tasty human~ " I grinned, and he rolled his eyes as the brothers' and April broke into laughter. After they calmed down April handed me a duffle bag, to which I cocked my head in confusion.

" It's clean clothes, probably not your style but it's all I could find that would fit you. " A purr rumbled out of my chest as I smiled down at her.

" Is she– purring? " Raph pointed at me as I walked towards my unofficial room to change.

" Na'Vi purr when they are content or comfortable." Donnie piped up from his screen, fixing his glasses before turning back.

" Awwwwww! That's adorable!!~ " Mikey squeaked from beside Raph who just rolled his eyes as I disappeared behind the curtains.

I quickly changed, the clothes fit like a glove and were surprisingly comfortable! Though I did have to cut a hole for my tail in the pair of shorts I picked out. I stepped out of the room to see April's smiling face.

" You look amazing! " She took my giant hands into hers as she led me along to the kitchen area where everyone was crowded at the table, talking and eating. My nose twitched at the unfamiliar smell that got stronger as I got closer. April pointed to an empty chair next to Raph as she sat on the other side of it. I hopped up into the chair and sat cross legged, catching the glances that everyone shared as I got comfortable.

She scooted a plate with a triangle shaped piece of food towards me.

" It's called pizza, it's good! Try it! " I picked up the flimsy thing and nervously took a bite, it was delicious! I quickly scarfed it down with a satisfied purr. I watched as everyone descended into conversation around the table. I felt my heart crack as my eyes started to sting, I missed my home. I quickly got up, without a word, and jumped up into the exposed piping within the lair. I crawled into a hidden away spot, breathing out a sigh as tears started to stream down my face. I pulled my knees to my chest as I fought to silence the sobs that shook my body as I scrubbed the tears off my face.

" Eywa please... please, I miss them. I miss my home... " I whispered out, the prayer to Eywa echoing in my ears.

I sat there for a while, exhausted and lost. I stared at the pipes, longing from the familiar twists and turns of the trees and the sounds of village below. I closed my eye tightly, hoping I would open them and this was all a funny dream, but it wasn't. I eventually fell asleep, curled up against the unfamiliar pipes, yet somehow they gave me a familiar sense of comfort as I slept. I dreamed of the forests, my family.. my family...

I groaned, slowly pulling my head from the uncomfortable position it had fallen into while I was asleep. I crawled down carefully, letting out a big yawn as I wandered towards the kitchen. I fumbled with the fridge and grabbed a water bottle from inside. I struggled for a moment with the cap then opened it and chugged the whole thing in one big gulp. I wiped my mouth, throwing the bottle away as I stepped out into the common room. I peered at the sleeping figure on the couch, the familiar blue mask gone, but I still recognized it as Leo. I strolled towards the exit, glancing back each time I heard Leo toss and turn. I eventually lifted the cover and peered out; it was just after sundown. I pulled myself out of the small hole, blinking quickly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I sat to the side of the cover, watching from the shadows as people walked by. I took in a gulp of air, savoring the taste of fresh air on my tongue as it filled my sore lungs. It was so peaceful and calm, that was until the manhole cover flew off as someone jumped out. I bit my tongue in order not to scream as Leo crossed his arms, eyeing me as he stepped over to me. He crouched next to me in the shadow as he slowly spoke up,

" You shouldn't come out here alone. It's dangerous," I scoffed as he continued.

" But I understand you just wanted to relax, I come out here sometimes when I'm stressed. " I raised an eyebrow disbelievingly as he turned his head towards me.

" I'm serious! " He laughed quietly, as my lips pulled into a smile.

" It's... calm. " I stared up at the sky as he followed my gaze. He stood up, putting out his hand to help me up. I took it carefully, pulling myself up as he motioned for me to follow him. As we climbed to the roof top in silence the stars became more and more visible with each step we took until we made it to the roof. He sat along the edge, and I sat next to him, feet dangling off the edge as we looked up at the sky.

We sat there until it was almost sun up, then we slipped back down into the sewers and returned to the lair. I held a smile as we returned, a new energy coursing through my body. We were met with a piercing stare from Master Splinter as we walked into the common room.

" And where have you two been? " He eyed us curiously as Leo spoke up.

" Just watching the stars and relaxing. " I nodded, throwing a small smile his way as I looked back at his father.

" Well next time please let someone know where you are going. " We quickly nodded; a smile still plastered on my face as we were dismissed. I quickly scattered to the kitchen at the smell of food, I was towering over Mikey before he realized I was there. He must have felt my breath on his head, because he looked up suddenly. I beamed, looking into his eyes then at what he was making.

" Food? " I questioned as I stepped to the side of him, and he returned to cutting the vegetables.

" Yep!~ You'll love this! April brought it down for me to cook! " I smiled, leaving him be as I went to find Splinter again. I found him in what looked like an empty room, this must be the training room, I thought as I walked towards him.

" I am ready. " He glanced at me with a nod.

" Are you sure? We will not go easy on you. "

" We? " I echoed as he called for Raphael, who was quickly in the entrance at his father's call.

" Raphael, are you up to help Lilith with her training? " Splinter said as he turned to his son as he nodded, arms crossed.

" Good, stand in that corner. Lilith, you'll stand here, " He pointed to the corner opposite of the one that Raph had stepped into,

" Alright, your goal is to stay out of Raph's hold. No weapons this time. " He stepped off to the outskirts of the room, waiting for a moment as we got into stances before he spoke.

" Begin! "

And with that Raphael leapt forward, running towards me as I stood still. He was about to grab me when I swiftly ducked, rolling to the side and jumping up and quickly gaining distance as he whipped around. I grinned, raising an eyebrow as he came towards me again. I quickly dodged, letting a fake yawn slip as he came at me again. I jumped out of the way again, as I opened my mouth to say something a pair of arms locked around me. I yanked my arms out, throwing them back as I gripped onto the back of the neck of whoever had grabbed me. I shifted my weight forwards as I bent down, throwing whoever was behind me over my head and towards Raph. I panted, pulling myself up right, meeting the stunned face of Leo, who was laying on his back on the ground. I let out a throaty laugh as I looked at the two shocked turtles as I crossed my arms.

" You didn't think I would be that easy to overpower, did you? " I grinned, sticking my tongue out as Leo got up and into stance beside Raph. I grinned, also getting into my stance as the two leapt towards me. I crouched down, throwing myself into Raph's legs. This sent him tumbling over as I rolled out of the way and ran faster towards the wall, Leo following close behind. I leapt onto the wall, pushing myself off of it and flipping midair as I launched myself into Leo, feet meeting his mid-section in an action that sent him flying backwards with a gasp of surprise. I jumped up as he hit the wall with a crash. I smirked as Raph got up, who was chuckling at his brother's dazed expression he had from his spot on the floor. I couldn't hold back my laughter as I glanced between the two brothers'. I snorted, shaking with laughter as Leo regained his balance.

" Geez, I didn't think I was gonna be a punching bag today! " He whined as he got up. At this I practically fell over laughing, drawing the attention of Michelangelo from outside the room.

" Yo who put a Leo sized dent in the wall? " He said, peaking into the room with a hand on the door frame. Raph pointed to me as I grinned innocently.

" No way! And I missed it?! " He gasped, a smirk creeping across his face as Master Splinter joined me in the middle of the room.

" You did well Lilith, we will end training here for today. " He said with a curt nod. I nodded, bowing my head as he exited the room. Me, Leo, and Raph followed suit, drawn towards the smell of food from the kitchen that Mikey had returned to. I quickly hopped into a chair, nose twitching at the mouthwatering scent of food in the air. There was bowl of food placed in front of me by Raph as he and April helped Mikey get the food ready for everyone as Splinter started making some tea. I stared at the bowl, slowly taking the small metal utensil that sat beside it. There was chunks of meat and vegetables, I sniffed the spoonful of food I had brought closer to my face before taking a bite. My pupils grew wide with delight as I ate some more food, I was met with a smirk for Mikey as he sat down next to me. My tail thumped against the chair with a purr rumbling from my chest as I ate.

" Really good! " I grinned through a mouthful of food at Mikey, who had just started eating his own food. He grinned back, also speaking through a mouthful of food.

" I know right? First time April made it with me I fought Casey for seconds! " I purred out a laugh as I continued to scarf down the food until my stomach felt like it was going to burst. I got up with a purr as I collected the empty bowls from around the table and quietly stood by Leo, who had taken the responsibility of cleaning up after dinner. I put the dishes in the water and joined Mikey, who was playing a 'video game' on the couch. I sat next to him, watching over his shoulder as he muttered angrily every time he lost. It became a rhythmic sound, the clicking of buttons followed by the sounds of angry muttering or cheering each time he won. I watched, not really understanding what he was doing but it was more interesting than trying to sleep or dreaming about my home only to have to wake up in an unknown world. I was about to fall asleep until Mikey jumped up, whooping and running over to where Leo had been sitting. I quickly followed, getting close enough to hear Mikey and Leo's conversation.

" Pleaseee Leo! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseeee " Mikey whined, on his hands and knees, begging Leo, who sat in his chair with his arms crossed, looking disapprovingly at Mikey.

" No! It's way too dangerous out there! Especially with the Foot Clan activity picking up! " At this, Mikey let out a groan of annoyance.

" Pleaseeeee this is the only day of the year we can fit in! " He begged, shaking Leo by the shoulders as he got up.

" No Mikey! You are not going out anywhere, that is final. " He snapped as he turned towards his room, causing Mikey to sigh and turn back towards the couch. I followed after him, rubbing my tired eyes as I did.

" What's wrong? " I asked as I trailed after him. He practically threw himself onto the couch as he answered.

" Leo is no fun! Not even letting me go to one Halloween parade! " He whined, sitting up and making room for me on the couch.

" Halloween? " I echoed as he thought of the right words to explain it.

" It's a celebration of sorts, where everyone dresses up. It's the one day of the whole year where we are free to mingle with humans without fear of scaring them! But someone never lets us have any fun around here! " He yelled the last part, making sure Leonardo had heard him. My eyebrows knitted together as I thought.

" Just trying to protect. " Mikey let out a sigh as I spoke, head in his hands.

" I know, but it's annoying. " I nodded in understanding, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

" Get some rest. " I suggested as he yawned. He nodded, grinning as he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

" Good night princess, sleep well! " He grinned as he released me from his hold and made his way towards his room.

" May Eywa guide you, " I yawned, taking a moment to stretch before jumping up into the piping. I crawled into the corner, realizing that someone had put some blankets and pillows up here. I smiled, curling up in the blanket as I quickly descended into sleep.

I looked around the pitch-black void I had awoken in. I whipped around at the sounds of something moving, only to meet the piercing gaze of someone's purple eyes. I was frozen under their gaze, I tried to step closer but couldn't. I was fighting my own body as those eyes burned straight through my soul.

I shot straight up, banging my head on a pipe with a yelp of pain.

" Son of a- " I growled as I rubbed my head.

" You okay up there? " I crawled towards the exit slowly, a hand still rubbing my head as I jumped down to meet Donnie's curious gaze. I nodded, removing my hand from my head.

" Did you put a blanket and pillow up there for me? " He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. I walked past him and towards where April was making food.

" You want some? It's cereal. " She looked up at me with a tired grin. I nodded, and she handed me a bowl and a spoon. I sat down at the table next to Splinter and Leo, who both had tea in their hands. Leo was slowly perking up; he obviously wasn't a morning person. Splinter was sipping his tea silently as I too started to perk up.

" Who put blanket? " I pointed to where I had slept at, and Leo shrugged.

" Must have been Mikey, "

" What must have been Mikey? " Raph interjected with Mikey at his side as they sat down.

" Whoever put a blanket and pillow up there for Lilith. " Leo answered tiredly as Mikey piped up.

" I didn't put anything up there? "

" That's because I did. " Raph answered, taking a sip of coffee as practically everyone turned to face him with a shocked or confused expression.

" Thank you, very comfortable. " I smiled as I continued to eat. He nodded with a huff as Mikey grinned at him.

" Growing soft or something Raph? " Casey grinned as Rapheal turned around to face him, causing Casey to find safety behind April.

" I'll punch you short stack. "

" Okay okay, I get it! " Casey whined from behind April as she made her way towards the table.

" Do you mind if I make a bow? " I looked up at Donnie as I finished off my breakfast.

" I don't see why that would be a problem. I have some wood you can use as the base. " He said as he disappeared into his room, returning a few seconds later with multiple sticks. I carefully took them, inspecting each one until I found one perfect for my new bow. He put the rest back as I sat down on the couch, knife in hand as I carved away. Eventually, Leonardo joined me on the couch, watching carefully as I carved away.

" What are 'ya making? " He pointed to the stick as I grabbed the string Donnie had brought over earlier.

" Bow. " I said as I tied the string and held up the bow. I pulled back, pretending to fire an arrow as he watched curiously. I stood up and I grabbed one of the smaller sticks I had sharpened for an arrow. I pulled back, breathing out as I let the arrow fly through the air. It hit the wall and stuck into it, I grinned, turning to Leo as he held a amazed expression.

" Woah! That was amazing! " He smiled as I retrieved the arrow.

" Want to try? " I held out the bow and arrow to him. He smiled, carefully taking it as I showed him how to stand.

" Hold here. " I carefully directed him into the right way to hold a bow, hissing slightly every time he tried to move.

" Shoulders back! Elbow up! " I barked, pushed his arms into place as I made sure his stance was good. I nodded as he breathed out to release the arrow. It didn't hit and he let out a frustrated groan as I snickered.

" Most do not get that far, did good." I retrieved the arrow as he handed back my bow.

" Yeah, well I'll stick to my katanas. " I nodded, smiling at the fact I was able to teach my new friends about my ways of fighting. I returned to the couch as he left, and I continued carving designs into my bow. Once I had finished with the designs on the bow I moved onto the arrows, sharpening them until they couldn't get any sharper. I then joined everyone for dinner, which was pizza, at the table. I was able to show off my new bow, shooting arrows quickly and swiftly into the walls as everyone watched. I retrieved them and crawled back up into my spot, sharpening them again before putting them in a quiver that Donnie had found a while back as dinner ended. I curled up, ready to sleep as the noise around the lair stopped as everyone went to sleep. That was, until the sound of soft footsteps echoed throughout the space, I almost thought I was dreaming, until I heard someone breathing. I quickly and quietly hopped up, grabbing my bow and quiver and slinging them over my shoulder as I hopped down to meet Mikey, who was as pale as a ghost as he spotted me.

" Oh- uhh, hey princess...! " He whispered as I eyed him curiously while he grabbed his nun chucks off the wall.

" Where you going? " I whispered back, following after him as he walked swiftly and silently towards the exit.

" Um, just, y'know- out? " He grinned, trying to seem innocent as I followed him.

" Where. " I hissed softly back as he rubbed the back of his neck.

" To a Halloween parade... please don't tell Leo I'll be fine! " He whined softly, as I crossed my arms.

" Fine... but we stay together. " His eyes glowed as he led me towards the exit. As we climbed out of the hole I looked back, wincing internally, this was definitely not smart. But what was the worst that could happen?

I was quickly distracted all the people; my mouth fell agape as we joined the crowd. A smiled crawled across my face as we danced and sang with the crowd, Mikey was right, this is awesome! Many people came up to us, saying how good our costumes were. We just laughed and gave them fist bumps as we continued down the streets. It had to be almost midnight when I first noticed the smoke. I grabbed onto Mikey's arm as the smoke became thick and explosions sounded off. We were separated in the panicking people, I looked around as fear rose in my chest, only to meet those purple eyes from my dream. They pierced through the smoke; I felt my heart leap into my throat as I froze under their gaze.

[willalove75]

Dude. I have such a wonderful Alcina fic idea that I know you'll love it.

Alcina wakes up and she's a child again, still with her adult voice though.

How the hell will she go on about her day looking like that??? 💀

YOU'RE SO RIGHT I LOVE THIS!!!!

This is so fucking funny oh my god it's brilliant!!

Introducing: Baby-cina 😂

Warnings: None

As usual: 18+ Minors DNI with any my shit, nsfw or not pls & thanks

The moon hangs low in the sky as you lay in bed, reading your current book. It's bright light just beginning to wash over your bedroom as it peaks through the forests trees. There's an almost unfamiliar quiet in the castle, the girls had been out hunting today so they all ended up going to bed a little earlier than usual and Alcina was at Mother Miranda's working on, something. Truthfully, you weren't sure what they were up to as Alcina usually doesn't talk too freely about what she does when she's with Miranda, but she told you she would be back late tonight, so you didn't worry much.

A faint noise takes your attention away from your book, as you try and listen you notice it getting closer, you quickly recognize the noise as the footsteps of your wife. Her heels against the floors get louder and louder until the bedroom door is swung open and a big, black hat bends through the doorway. After making her way in, Alcina stands, but not to her full height. You immediately notice her hunch a little, exhaustion spread across her face.

"Hi my love, are you okay? You look exhausted."

"Exhausted is quite the understatement my dear." She says with a tired voice.

You stand up on the bed and she walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Removing her hat, you place it on the bed and she pulls you in for a soft, loving kiss. Looking into her eyes, you can see the exhaustion, her eyelids heavy, her eyes just a tad bloodshot, you don't think you've ever seen her this tired before.

"Oh honey," you say, caressing her cheek. "do you want me to run a bath for you?"

She shakes her head "no" and rests her head in the crook of your neck.

"I'd rather bathe in the morning, draga. If I lay down in the tub right now I won't get out."

You place a kiss in her hair with a chuckle and stroke her cheek gently.

"Okay my love, come on, lets get you ready for bed then."

Hopping off of the bed, you take Alcina's hand and lead her to her vanity. She sits down, all but plopping into the seat, and begins to remove her makeup. You take out the pins in her hair and undo the buttons on the back of her dress. She kicks off her heels and steps out of her dress while you grab a nightgown from her wardrobe. When you hand her the nightgown you see her tired face, she looks even more exhausted without any makeup on.

"God what did she do to you? I've never seen you this tired before. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask with a hint of worry in your voice.

Alcina tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses you on the forehead.

"I'm okay, I promise." She stands and the two of you crawl into bed. "About once a year she does these little experiments, they usually never amount to anything but they wear me out considerably."

"Wait, she experiments, on you?"

"Mhm." She hums, nuzzling into you.

"Oh my god Alci that's fucked up."

"Language." She softly whispers.

You giggle at her and she sleepily smiles. Placing a kiss on her forehead, she pulls you into her.

"You sure you're okay? Nothing bad happened, right?"

"No draga, in all of the years we've been doing this, not one of them have been successful. I'm okay, I promise. Just tired."

"Okay, then go to sleep my love, I'll have breakfast brought up to you in the morning so you can sleep in a little."

"Thank you, my sweet."

"Of course. I love you Alci, goodnight."

"I love you too draga." Her last words barely amount to a whisper as she falls asleep. With her arm around your waist and you tucked tightly into her, you fall asleep just a minute later.

The morning sunlight cascades across the room, gently waking you up. Rolling over, you realize that Alcina isn't in bed next to you, which struck you as odd. Not only was she exhausted when she went to bed so there's no reason for her to be up this hour, you didn't even feel her move. Normally you are at least aware of when she gets out of bed in the morning.

Sitting up, you look around the room.

"Alci?" You call out.

"Hm?" You hear her mutter.

"What the fuck. Where are you?" You pull the covers off of you and move to stand up.

"Language, draga." She says, her voice still thick with sleep.

You freeze. Now you feel like you're going crazy, you hear her, but you don't see her. And someone like Alcina is hard to miss.

"Where are you?"

As you go to stand up, you feel something small grab your wrist. Looking down, you see a child's hand around your wrist, sticking out from under the covers.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You scream and tumble backwards, off of the bed and onto the floor.

A low growl emerges from the bed.

"Draga it is too early and I'm too tired for-" a small face looks down at you from the bed, you must have a look of horror on your face because Alcina stops mid-sentence. "What are you doing?"

"A-Alcina?"

"Yes?" The child's face is anything but amused.

Slowly, you begin to stand up. Alcina goes to speak but a look of confusion crosses her face when you tower over her as you stand.

"What the fuck is happening." You say to yourself.

"What have I told you about using that langu-"

"ALCINA WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?!"

Looking down, Alcina realizes that her nightgown isn't even on her anymore. She holds her hands out in front of herself and the look of horror crosses her face when she sees their tiny size.

"What- how-"

Slowly walking up to her, you cup her little face in your hand and turn her gaze towards you. Her bright gold eyes look into yours, but everything else is different. She has the cutest, chubbiest cheeks with just a hint of pink to them, her hands are short and stubby. Her raven curls now rest in the middle of her back instead of just under her jaw.

She begins to shake as a breeze from the window passes by, dropping your hand, you rummage through your dresser and find an old t-shirt.

Grabbing it from your hands, she struggles to put it on and you help her. A grumble comes from her as her head pops out of the neck hole. The shirt is massive in her, coming down to the middle of her tiny shins.

She goes to try and get down from the bed but it's too high off of the ground, even if she backs off of it and holds onto the edge she'll dangle in the air. You slowly hold out your arms, offering to pick her up.

"May I?"

Alcina crosses her arms and makes a "humph" noise. After a moment she looks at you with defeat and holds out her arms.

"Come on, my love."

"How bad is it?"

"Um," you say, holding back a laugh. "have you ever seen a five year old?"

Alcina's eyes narrow at you and you walk over to her vanity, sitting her on the countertop.

"Really?" She says, displeased that you did so.

"Honey, even if you stood on the bench, you'd be too short."

Visibly frustrated, she turns and sees herself in the mirror for the first time. At first, she looks like she's in shock, moment later anger fills her tiny body and she grabs a leftover teacup from yesterday and chucks it on the floor, glass shattering everywhere, screaming.

The door bursts open and the three girls burst into the room.

"What's wrong?"

"We heard mom scream?"

"Wait, MOM?!"

The girls stand there in shock as they realize that their once 9 foot tall mother, is now a 3 foot tall child.

"Don't. Say. A. Single-"

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Cassandra screams.

"MOM WHAT HAPPENED?!" Bela yells.

"OH MY GODS MOM YOU'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!" Daniela exclaims.

"Language!" She yells. Her gaze shifts to you, biting your lip, desperately trying to hold back your laugh. The angry face Alcina makes was too damn cute though and you begin to cackle.

"It's. Not. Funny." She says through gritted teeth.

"How is your voice the exact same though?!" Bela says.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry" you say through fits of laughter. "I can't- I can't help it oh my gods." Tears begin to fill your eyes as you laugh and you have to turn away and compose yourself for a moment. When you've calmed down a little you turn back towards her, her angry gaze still locked onto you. "Oh come on Alci, if this was the other way around you'd react the same way!"

"That is not true! I would call Mother Miranda right away and demand she bring my wife back to her normal size!"

"So you think I, a measly human, should call Mother Miranda and demand that she reverses whatever it is she did to you, a Lord, after you both agreed to whatever happened yesterday?"

Alcina growls.

"Mother Miranda did this to you?!" Bela says, shocked.

"Of course she did, she's such a bitch."

"Cassandra Dimitrescu you know much better than to speak of her that way!" Alcina scolds her.

"Aw, mom's so cute when she's mad!" Daniela says, stifling a giggle.

"Enough, the three of you." Alcina looks up at you. "Fine. I will call her." She steps towards the phone and tries to pick up the receiver with one hand, quickly realizing that it's just too heavy. Especially given that it's made for her usual size. Picking it up with two hands, she struggles trying to use the rotary.

"Let me help." You say, stepping over the glass shards and holding the receiver for her. "Girls, can you please get a broom and help with the glass?"

"On it!"

The three girls leave and as soon as the door closes, cackles ring out through the castle.

Alcina dials Mother Miranda and holds the receiver with both hands to her ear.

"Mother Miranda... That is actually the reason I'm calling... Yes... Well I woke up this morning THE SIZE OF A FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD! ... I apologize Mother Miranda... Well it certainly makes things difficult given I have a business I must run... Tomorrow?! ... Is there nothing that can be done sooner? ... Very well... Thank you Mother... Goodbye."

Alcina slams the phone back on the cradle and squeezes her tiny fists into balls and screams.

"What did she say?"

"That if it doesn't wear off by tomorrow she will bring something over to reverse it."

"So that means..." You say, biting your lip once more.

"Yes. I am stuck like this until then."

"I'm sorry Alci-" You say, desperately trying to hold back your laughter.

Alcina glares at you, making it harder for you to keep your shit together.

"This won't stop until you get it out of your system, will it?" She asks, visibly annoyed. You shake your head "no" and she sighs. "Alright, let it out."

"OH MY GOD ALCINA YOU'RE SO FUCKING CUTE!!" You squeal with laughter as you lift her off of the vanity and hold her in your arms. You gently squish her cheeks between your thumb and forefinger and she tries to pull away. "Is this what you looked like when you were a baby?!"

"How am I supposed to remember?!" She asks with aggravation.

"Oh my god you're the cutest thing in the whole world."

"Stop saying that! I am not cute."

"Alci, my love, you're so fucking cute. Even when you're not the size of a child."

"Language!!!"

The girls come back and help clean up the glass, they also called Donna who came by and dropped off some clothes that would fit Alcina for the time being. Angie, of course, laughed so hard you thought her head was going to pop off, meanwhile Donna hid a giggle behind her veil. Once they left, well, once Alcina threw Angie out, she got dressed and sat on the bed with her arms crossed, an angry pout on her face.

"Don't worry my love, it'll wear off soon."

"How am I supposed to get ANY work done today?! I am not leaving this room. I'll be damned if another soul sees me like this."

"Language." You say with a smirk.

Alcina glares at you, although you can only giggle in response since her glare is just too cute.

"How about I bring some of your paperwork in here and you work from here today? I'll help you make any phone calls you need to make."

"Fine."

You helped Alcina work for a few hours, although not much got done given her frustration with her current situation. The only saving grace being that she was still able to get things done over the phone since she didn't sound like a child. You were pretty positive that a few conversations would have been much less aggressive and tense if she wasn't in the body of a child, overall it wasn't horrible.

The girls brought your meals up and you both ate in the bedroom. After lunch, Alcina began yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Tired?"

"I shouldn't be." She grumbles.

"Well, between yesterday and being the size of a person who gets afternoon naps, I'd say you should consider taking one."

"Absolutely no-" She begins to say before being cut off by another yawn.

"Come on."

You put her papers on the nightstand and pick her up.

"Put me down!!"

"You need rest, you're not going to get anything else done when you're this tired." You cradle her in your arms and slowly rock her. Bringing your finger to her face, you trace up and down the bridge of her nose, her little hand smacks you away. "Hey, don't hit me!"

"Don't treat me like a child!"

You give her a look and she crosses her arms and looks away. Tracing your finger back down and up the bridge of her nose, you bring your finger over one eyebrow, down and up her nose once more, and over the other. Alcina's eyelids grow heavy as you repeat the pattern, gently rocking her, but she fights sleep tooth and nail. Placing a soft kiss to her forehead, you continue to trace her skin and rock her. You're unsure as to whether or not she gave up the fight or lost it completely, but her eyes finally close and she falls asleep in your arms.

After a few minutes you go to lay her down on the bed, but her little hands grab hold of you. Gently kissing her forehead, you lay on the bed and put a pillow underneath your arm for support and hold her as she sleeps. The girls come in and you put a finger to your lips as they do, signaling for them to keep quiet.

They tiptoe over to you and look at their mother as if they're looking at a newborn baby. Daniela lets out a small squeal she was desperately holding back and Cassandra slaps her hand over her sisters mouth to keep her quiet. Alcina stirs for a moment and the four of you hold your breath, when she settles, you all exhale, relieved she wasn't woken up.

You wake up when you feel Alcina beginning to wake up in your arms, not realizing you fell asleep yourself. Big, bright gold eyes meet yours when they open. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, you gently stroke her cheek.

"Good morning my love, how was your nap?"

"It would have been better if I woke up and this was all just a horrible dream." She says, stretching out her little arms. You impulse control fails when you gently tickle her armpit as her arms stretch up. She snaps her arms back to her side and glares into your eyes. If she was at her normal size, this look would send you running for your life, but when she's like this, it's just downright adorable.

"I'm sorry," you say as you start to laugh. "I couldn't help myself."

Alcina sits up in your lap and stares up into your eyes.

"When this wears off, you're in big trouble."

Biting your lip, trying to hold back your giggle you nod your head at her and she rolls her eyes.

"Do you want to take a bath? You didn't take one yesterday when you got home."

"I guess."

Carrying her in your arms, you sit her down on the bench in the bathroom and begin to fill up the tub.

"Bubbles?" You ask, looking back at her, trying to contain your laughter.

If looks could kill, even from a child, you would have been dead in a heartbeat. The seal on your laughter breaks and you burst out laughing.

"That's not funny."

"Oh honey, come on, it's a little funny."

You pick her up again and place her in the bathtub, you help her bathe, wash her hair and lift her out and wrap her in a fluffy towel when you're done. She wraps the extremely long towel around her and the two of you walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

"Shall I pick out the pair of footie pajamas for you?" You say, teasing her.

Alcina glares at you again and walks past you towards the pile of clothes Donna brought over. You hear her wince and turn around, as you go to open your mouth to speak, Alcina's tiny form expands, growing back into her normal size.

She looks down at her hands for a moment, realizing she's back to normal. Her gaze snaps to you, you're done for.

"Oh shit!" You yell, try to make a run for it but she's faster.

Grabbing you around your waist, Alcina throws you onto the bed and straddles you, her knees on either side of your hips.

"No! NO!" You yell through laughs.

She pins your hands above your head and leans over you, in all of her naked glory.

"I told you you were going to get it." She says with a smirk.

"I regret nothing." You quip.

"We'll see about that."

She doesn't even give you the chance to respond before crashing her lips into yours. Yup, she was gonna take her revenge all right, but you'd do it all over again if you could. Two words: Worth It.

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[quietlyimplode]

here again now

Warnings: violence/aftermath of torture/recovery

Word Count: 7.9k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha is captured, tortured and left with insomnia. (Part 3/4

(pls note that the fic starts below and finishes on ao3 - i know how annoying it is to start on one platform only to have it finish on another)

A/N: Buckle up for a long chapter <3 in which everyone worries, Natasha struggles and Clint tries to help. The outside forces that aim to break Natasha down are revealed and small things are set right.

Not re-read my mistakes are my own <3

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He doesn’t want to say anything as he breathes heavily, the fight not even lasting a minute as she stops as quickly as she started.

Clint watches her as she stares at herself in the mirror.

The slow touch of her hair, the dead stare and then the panic.

It’s starts with her pulling at the whispers of hair that are left, hard enough for them to come out.

A clawing at her skull.

He pulls her back from the mirror and holds her, stopping the harm that’s coming in waves.

She’s crying as she feels him behind her, a stuttering in her words.

“I can’t sleep,” she starts, “I can’. I can’t. I can’t.”

The words come over and over.

Clint doesn’t know what to do.

She’s still covered in vomit, still needs a shower, still needs sleep.

In this state nothing can happen.

She’s not present, not enough to do anything.

So he waits, holds her and hopes it’s enough.

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Natasha can’t catch her breath. Every time she tries, she seems to only breath in smaller amounts. Even as she feels Clint surround her, it becomes almost a chore to suck it in and remember to push it out.

“Sedate me,” she breathes.

And as she says the words, she feels it’s the only way out.

“Sedate me,” she repeats.

If they drug her, she’ll really know then, when she wakes; if she sees the woman’s face or, if she’s back here.

She can’t breathe anyway.

Even as she’s encouraged by Clint.

Was she not loud enough in her request?

“Sedate me!”

The words louder now, even as they fall on deaf ears.

She struggles against Clint, trying to get a breath, black spots in her vision.

“Se..da..” she moans, pushing against him, running out of air on the words.

Natasha knows he’s talking, saying something to her but she can’t hear him, there’s a piercing white noise that overrides it and she can’t even hear herself, even as she repeats the same words over and over again.

At least, she thinks she is.

In a last ditch effort, she reaches for Clint’s face.

“Help,” she whispers.

He nods, his eyes glassy.

Holding up a syringe, he appears to ask her consent one more time as she nods pitifully back at him.

She can’t hear his words but longs for the black nothingness of drugged sleep.

She doesn’t care what happens to her body.

She just needs to stop thinking, stop moving… stop being.

To be held in the abyss for as long as possible.

Natasha knows she can’t keep going, not like this, not being able to tell the difference between awake and hallucination.

Clint encircles her again, holds her in a body lock as there’s a pinch on her left arm.

She looks over to it, and already the needle has been removed.

Clint holds her tight, rocking her gently and counts, knowing the repetition soothes her.

Only Clint knows that.

She’s home.

There’s no doubt now.

She starts to count with him, the abyss surrounding her.

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Tony stares at the screen.

The van is parked not far, he sends out two drones to get real-time footage, and then triangulates all cameras from the time it dropped Natasha to follow the Van.

He wants to tell Clint, maybe Bruce too.

Turning his attention, he sees Clint lead Natasha into the bathroom.

He can’t reconcile her shaved head, even as he watches their movement.

Shaking his head, he sets Jarvis to keep an ear if Clint needs help and leaves the room to find Bruce.

He doesn’t go far into the bowels of the tower before Jarvis stops the elevator.

“Sir, they’re fighting.”

He doesn’t need to ask who is, because it’s obvious.

Tony detours back, opens the door to the infirmary and smells vomit and cringes.

He must have missed it whilst he was concentrating on the van. Tony hovers outside the bathroom, hearing a Clint tell Natasha to stop.

He wants to go but his feet don’t move.

Voiced pleas that are inaudible but he can tell what they are by the cadence and fear behind them, the way that the response is nothing.

He hears Natasha’s calls to sedate her, and Clint trying to talk her down as he goes through the options of what’s going happen next.

Tony pushes the door ajar and looks inside.

Neither of the spies notice him, and Natasha’s distress is clear as she struggles against Clint, repeating the words to sedate her.

He closes the door and stares for a moment.

“Sir?”

Jarvis’s voice breaks through his thoughts.

He leaves the room quickly, finding Bruce with a syringe in his hand.

“Jarvis..” Bruce says, by way of explanation.

Tony nods.

“What happened? He said that Natasha needed propafol?”

Tony takes the syringe, offering no explanation and heading back into the room. He knocks on the bathroom this time and opens the door.

Clint looks up at him, he has Natasha in a hold and holds his hand out for the syringe.

Natasha’s eyes open and close.

Her breath stuttering.

“Help,” she whispers, reaching aimlessly for Clint.

Clint holds her head, uncaps the syringe and injects her. He rocks her slightly, counting with her.

Tony feels like a voyeur.

They both watch as her body fights it, then, she goes limp.

Clint looks exhausted, as he stares up at Tony.

None of them have slept, but Tony is used to it.

He also didn’t have to watch Natasha and be vigilant for her.

“What’s the time?” he asks, not moving.

Jarvis responds.

“It’s 6.16am.”

Clint nods.

“She threw up, I don’t know what happened next, but she started to fight me, then seemed to realise something was wrong when I didn’t fight back.”

Clint touches her arms, almost unwrapping himself from the hold position.

“She started pulling at her hair in the mirror,” he says the words monotonously, like telling a story.

“She said she couldn’t sleep, then asked me to sedate her.”

He seems to come to the realisation that he’s injected her with a drug that he doesn’t know.

“Propofol,” Bruce supplies, seeing Clint’s confusion.

Tony doesn’t even know when Bruce came up behind him.

If Clint is also surprised, he doesn’t show it.

He just nods slowly.

“How long do you think we have?” He asks, lifting Natasha.

Bruce shrugs.

“She shouldn’t have been given it in an injection like that. Jarvis just said it was an emergency and I didn’t think we wanted a reoccurring incident like last August; so it was this or nothing.. Someone will need to stay with her, just to monitor her breathing…”

Tony looks up and Jarvis responds in kind.

“I am monitoring her vitals,” the AI tells them, “she is stable.”

Bruce nods.

“How long do you want her drugged for?”

Clint carries her to the large arm chair, the one that reclines back and places her gently on it.

“As long as possible,” he says.

“We need to find out what’s happened, and then maybe we have a chance at helping her get over whatever this fear is.”

Bruce nods and leaves, Tony presumes to get more drugs, or maybe a way of sedating her further.

“She needs a shower, or to get her changed. I don’t know!”

His voice escalates.

Tony feels he’s never been in a situation where he’s had to be the one to make decisions for another. Perhaps another reason why he doesn’t want children, the responsibility weighs heavily of taking care of his friends.

“Okay,” he says, raising his hands.

“Let’s get her changed, we’ll do it together. Bruce will get her sleeping for a bit longer and you’re going to go to bed. I’m going to follow the leads of the van and we will work this out.”

Clint stares at him.

Tony feels he’s said too much.

“Go have a quick shower, and get the supplies for changing her, get her clothes and maybe some wipes.”

Clint still stares.

“Now.”

Tony says it as gently as he can, but the urgency in his voice makes his friend move.

Clint takes one last look at Natasha and leaves her with Tony.

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Continued…

[fanofstuff01]

Feel Better - Amnesia AU

So I’m working on my Behind Her Back fic, but today my angst side was kicking me stupid so I decided why the fuck not write something that probably won’t be that great. Know more about the AU from here, though some stuff is different, like Adam still remembers Lilith but as a bad person too.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @decentsoupperson @adambrainrot @talesfromawannabejournalist @kittenfangirl20 @cakerybakery

And read the tags first pls.

3, 2, 1, penguin.

Here you go my best

Adam was going to beat someone up.

He couldn’t decide who, but he was.

Be it that fucking servant who touched his guitar, that little devil spawn bimbo who thought now he’d be interested in her redemption bullshit because he fell to hell by mistake, heck a random demon at the streets, all would work. They were all fucking at the same low.

He turned around uncomfortably in bed to face the ceiling, it helped him keep his silence. A new way to say “I don’t want to be there” to that fuck face.

Oh right, he forgot about one demon who was beyond low. He would prefer having him as his target.

He growled at the thought, oh just how much he was willing to give just to have him on the ground punched and kicked to near death by Adam himself, where he fucking belongs, preferably with also three apples stuck to his throat and his dick cut off….

But of course, the only guy he wanted to fuck up more than any of those already filthy demons was also the only guy he couldn’t touch and was chained to.

He was fucking supposed to live with him instead. Just to have some protection as an angel in Hell.

The prick even thought that he was still fucking naive like he was back in the garden and would fall for his dumb tricks, still telling him that hilarious lie about how he loved him and having the balls to

Out of a sudden anger blast, he grabbed his lamp on the nightstand and threw it to one of the walls. He didn’t care if it drew any servants in the room, it wasn’t like they were coming because they cared.

He then turned around in bed and pulled the sheets on himself.

At least he was allowed to imagine it.

-

He didn’t know if he slept or not, but he sure was dragged out of his surprisingly great rest with a knock on the door.

He groaned, grabbed one of his pillows and threw it to the door harshly.

He squeezed his eyes shut again and buried his face on another pillow.

The knocking stopped for a minute before it returned, even a bit louder.

“You-!”

His eyes caught the clock and his voice died down in his throat, not because he got calmer though. If anything it made him even more pissed.

Right. Just about fucking time.

“Come in.”

He rolled in his bed once again, not caring to see who bothered. He already knew.

He heard heels clicking on the floor and felt a small weight on the bed, almost afraid to get close to him.

Lucifer fidgeted with his hands and hair nervously, staring at Adam’s still soft looking brown hair and beautiful wings.

He knew Adam hated these visits as much as he hated him and was going to ignore him all the way through. But, at least he had news to give that day. News he’d probably like.

And hey, at least he stopped yelling at him a few days ago. An improvement between them!

…

He was too delusional and desperate wasn’t he.

But he just couldn’t help himself. He simply had to be close to his Adam in some way. No matter what the man did or felt towards him, Lucifer was always drawn to him merely by his existence.

He missed the times Adam was to him, too…

A tear threatened to get out of his eye but he sniffed and wiped it away. He didn’t want to cry near Adam again, he knew he found it pussy-ish.

He then subconsciously brought that hand on his mouth and began biting his claws, looking around the room to find anything to start talking.

“Did you break that lamp?”

The first man didn’t answer, of course.

“Adam.?”

Adam turned around slightly and peeked a frustrated but pretty golden eye open.

“Yes. Are you going to fuckin’ punish me?”

“Of course not. It was ugly anyway, I should rather thank you.”

Adam shrugged and returned to his old position.

“Don’t.”

Lucifer’s heart broke a bit more, but he decided to keep his mood.

“Okay…”

He coughed little to his fist.

“Can I si-”

“You already do.”

“I can- Sit at somewhere else if you want or anything. If you want more space for yourself.”

Adam blew out some air secretly, he just wished him to stop asking questions.

He pointed at the floor.

Lucifer smiled hopefully and sat down, still near Adam.

He summoned the duck he was working on currently, along with its stuff.

He took a brush and began painting it’s wings, it was great to have the actual inspiration around when you were making a duck.

He began going about his day to Adam, starting with plain words only to continue with paragraphs. He talked about how Charlie’s exercises were mainly focused on trauma healing, how Angel Dust’s fuck head boss bothered with a visit during the breakfast, and of course how annoying Alastor was as usual.

Adam gritted his teeth and placed the pillow over his head when he heard the first words, but of course his new ears heard everything clearer than they should. The pillow barely blocked the annoying noise.

What did he had to do for Lucifer to get that he didn’t give a shit about his boring, generic, useless life? Should he just use his old yelling.?

No, that shit worked as much as his current silent treatment.

He truly just wanted to grab the twink’s neck and throw him out of the window.

Lucifer glanced at Adam’s head when he was done with the right wing, and decided now was the time to break the news he brought with himself and the ones he would actually care about.

“…Then the angels came to visit.”

The orchestra of swears and threats in Adam’s mind suddenly fell silent when the sentence was dropped in the middle of them.

Of course he’d keep important shit for last, just a delightful way to torment him.

..

But fuck didn’t he want to hear more.

Last time he’s seen them was when Sera came to demand Adam’s soul back, only for that cunt Lilith to chime in and say that it was impossible.

Both Sera and Adam hated to admit that she was right.

He hadn’t talked to or heard from them for months almost now. He didn’t even had any ideas what the angels were doing, or were they searching for a solution to his problem.

…But that still didn’t mean he was going to ask anything to just because he had news he wanted to know.

Lucifer smiled when he saw Adam’s hands loosen around the pillow, he wasn’t burying it to his ears anymore.

Good, he had his attention, at least.

“They decided to check Charlie’s hotel once again. Considering it officially works now, they apparently decided to make it more “Heaven-like”.”

He nonchalantly switched the brushes to add the reds on Adam’s wings.

Adam wanted to slap him and just tell him to get to important stuff and details. Like who came. Or if they..

“They didn’t tell or ask me anything much about you if you’re curious.”

Adam waited for him, then groaned on the inside when he remained silent.

Of course they didn’t tell him much about him, they weren’t going to reveal heaven’s secrets and plans of getting the first man back, to the devil and Adam’s maniac capturer.

Lucifer sneaked a peek at Adam, he could tell that he was dying to hear more just by looking at how stiff he was.

He decided to keep his silence for a while, he really wanted to hear Adam’s voice more that day.

He would tell him later if he was more stubborn than he looked.

Adam cursed himself on the inside, he was going to make him work for it wasn’t he?

He’s the ruler of hell for a reason, genius.

He breathed in sharply.

“What… Did….”

He wanted to bite his tongue and shut up but he managed.

“They say.”

Lucifer’s smile grew and he turned back to the duck, thinking what shade would reflect Adam’s eyes.

If he saw them…

“Just Sera wondered why you weren’t in the hotel.”

Adam gripped the sheets in much more anger and frustration when he heard his weak humming. He swore to God if he kept silently playing with that duck he would take it and shove it up his ass.

“And..?”

Shit, maybe Lucifer had went too far with the waits.

Adam sounded the angriest he ever were in days.

“And I, uh, told her that you didn’t want to be there and were at my mansion, but really missed her and the others. And asked for a meeting.”

He really hoped this would make him happier and see that Lucifer worked for him.

Okay, this made Adam a bit more at ease. But just a tiny bit.

Seeing angels, seeing real people would be way better than anything he had there.

And escaping Lucifer just for a while.

Lucifer glanced at him with the corner of his eye, and was more than happy when he saw that he at least wasn’t that angry.

He couldn’t actually get one, but still! Adam liked the idea so it was worth it.

“Anyway, that was all they said.”

Adam didn’t answer once again, but this time it was rather to think. And he surprisingly didn’t mind the way he talked much, it was more of a white noise.

Lucifer said a few more things before he fell silent once again, a stupid smile on his face.

He finally made Adam’s eyes perfectly, after his seventh try. He then began working on the little halo he was going to have, humming that melody Adam loved back then.

As time passed, a conflicting detail appeared out of nowhere in Adam’s his mind, he frowned when he thought about it.

Why wouldn’t the angels want to see him right when they were here? Was it because they were busy?

But “angels”. Not all of them could possibly be busy, and besides, they could at least inform him themselves. He wasn’t Lucifer’s kid or anything.

The thought really got under his skin and suddenly Lucifer’s humming was as annoying as a hundred flies buzzing.

Lucifer put the shiny little halo on top of the little duck and smiled proudly at his work.

Maybe he could give it to Adam at that moment, using how he was right now as a way to get a better reaction.

“A-“

Adam decided to let his walls go for a second, just to get more information he said to himself.

“When the fuck is it? The meeting?” He snarled out, even turning around a bit to look better at him.

Lucifer dropped the done toy he had in his hands.

“Uh…”

He quickly tried to think of a random date, but his mind didn’t work well just when he needed.

Adam noticed how panicked he was, of course.

“When the fuck is it. Lucifer.”

Lucifer gulped.

“It…”

Suddenly all the anger Adam had bottled inside him that day, coupled with a long lasting ten thousand years of rage and hatred found it’s way out. He almost jumped out of his little nest of blankets snd sat straighter, even scaring Lucifer.

“Let me guess, it doesn’t exist does it?!” He said with a maniacal smile.

His eyes only held negative emotions.

It split Lucifer’s heart into two.

“It-It does! I-” He tried desperately, just when he got Adam to-!

“Oh it does? Then why don’t you call Sera right now, so I can ask her, dear Lucifer?!”

“I can’t! She told me-”

Adam laughed painfully.

“She told you to, not fucking contract her? About me? And I’m supposed to believe that you fucking follow Heaven’s orders now?!”

Lucifer felt them coming back, just like Adam’s hatred.

“Look, I know, it doesn’t-”

Adam was sure his teeth were going to crack.

“Get out.”

He almost laughed once again at Lucifer’s crocodile tears, what a fucking bold of a demon he thought he was. He got up and Lucifer did too, holding onto the night stand.

The fallen angel tried to make them go away so badly, but it couldn’t be his priority at that moment as he decided. He raised his hands in an attempt to get him to listen him.

“Adam, listen. You’re right, it doesn’t exist, but-”

Adam tried to claw him but it phased through him, of course.

“BUT, WHAT?!”

Lucifer backed away a bit, still with a spark of hope.

“I just wanted to make you feel better! You’re-!”

Adam looked around to find something to take his anger out and he saw the little duck Lucifer was working on all the time.

It fucking looked like him.

He stomped on it in a swift movement, the duck let out a big quack before it popped under the weight of Adam’s hoof.

He made sure every part of it became flat before he let it go and returned to Lucifer’s frozen, teary, snake face.

“You fucking wanted me to feel better? You?”

Lucifer’s words died down in his throat. There were almost a puddle of tears under his feet.

“I-I…”

Adam chuckled.

“There is only one fucking way for you to manage that. To make me feel better, the slightest.”

Lucifer peeked his head up, still with a smidge of hope.

He hardly lost it when it came to Adam.

Adam pointed a finger directly to his chest, his eyes still burning with all his anger towards Lucifer.

“Going away and fucking killing yourself. The only worthy thing you can do for me and the whole fucking universe!”

That was the final hit he did to Lucifer’s heart and hopes. Even his tears stopped as he just looked up to Adam. Nothing else.

Adam’s blow of anger died down in as they simply stood there for a long minute. Just the blow, not the anger.

Adam decided to go back in his bed and ignore Lucifer, he wasn’t worth more of his anger.

He heard him slowly leave the room, but he cared even less than how much he did at the beginning.

Lucifer didn’t come to dinner he was supposed to have with Adam that evening.

He never missed them.

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Hehe…

Whew. That was a long run.

Hope you liked it, been a while since I wrote anything.

And if your confused:

1: Adam doesn’t actively wants to kill Lucifer at this point. Sure he dreams of having him “as hurt as he was” but he doesn’t want him directly dead, yk? Just wants him to live what he went through. He didn’t think he’d actually do it either, he said it as just an insult. He’s said it before, and Lucifer didn’t do anything.

2: But this time he shattered Lucifer’s already broken and barely standing together heart into near micro places.

3: I know Adam’s outburst is a bit random, sorry. But he never got calm, and kind of used this as a way to let all his anger out, not just at the thing.

4: Lucifer respawns in his bed after a few days like a sinner, but he can’t die to angelic steel either, unlike one.