#The more I watch the show the more I start to realize

[ds-angel1]

dealer!rafe x brainwashed!reader

cw: mention of SMUT(18+), drugs and pills, rafe lowkey runs her life (and i need that(so so bad))

a/n: drabble that i literally got from a dream (if anyone has done something like this before and i´ve just forgotten, credits to them(can never trust my dreams))

Dealer!Rafe didn’t meant to keep you. Not at first at least.

The first time he saw you, it was supposed to be nothing. Another night, another party, another girl too pretty for her good. Your denim shorts rode too high on your thighs, a spaghetti strap slipping from your shoulder like an invitation, and you looked at him like you knew exactly what you were doing. Like you had the slightest clue.

You didn’t.

He figured you’d be an easy score, a quick sell, a quicker fuck, someone to forget by morning. But then you pushed through the crowd, all honeyed laughter and half-lidded eyes, and asked him what he had. Not shy, not hesitant, but like you belonged in this world like you’d done this before.

Like you already belonged to him.

He should’ve known then. Should’ve clocked the way his pulse jumped when your fingers brushed his palm, the way his breath caught when you bit your lip, pupils already blown wide. But it wasn’t until you tossed back the pills without a second thought, no caution, no questions, that he realized what you were. Perfect.

It was a game. A pretty girl with a reckless streak, someone eager and pliant beneath him, high off whatever he fed you. But then he started learning things. About the mess you called home, the way you barely scraped by. How you were always searching, always aching for something just out of reach.

That’s when the idea took root.

Rafe could take care of you. Fix you. Own you.

So he reeled you in, slow and deliberate. He made sure you only bought from him, made sure the come-downs hit just hard enough that you came back, eyes wide and desperate. And when you started spending more time in his bed than your own, when your things started showing up at his place, one shirt, then a toothbrush, then a drawer full of clothes, you never even realized it was happening.

Until it was too late.

Until you needed him.

The day you moved in, there was no discussion, no formal agreement. Just a slow suffocation disguised as safety. He watched as you set your bags down, as your fate sealed itself with the quiet click of the door shutting behind you.

That’s when the rules became clear.

"Act up, and you get nothing," he told you, voice smooth, patient. Like he was doing you a favor. "No, ‘m serious, baby. You wanna misbehave? Then no blow. No pills. Nothin’."

And it worked.

Because when you were good, when you melted for him, hazy and pliant, when your lips parted on soft, gasping pleas when you stared up at him so far gone you barely remembered your name. Letting him do whatever his sick mind desired.

He controlled everything about you. Well he called it “takin’ care of my sweet girl.” He chose what you ate, what you wore, where you went. His own little doll.

He’d won. You were his and followed his every order, and he fucking loved it. He could turn you into a pliant free use puddle with only a few pills and puffs of whatever shit he was smoking, letting him fuck you so hard you were either almost sober or almost seizing.

Sure, your quality of life had declined rapidly since you’d met your so called “savour”, but you had structure and you had “love”. A sick, twisted, manipulative version of it, but when you were high off your mind and half naked in his bed you were able to convince yourself it was love.

[enigmeyyy-writes]

I definitely think a lot of this is really interesting now that I'm rewatching the show again to write my fanfictions...

Katara definitely had her faults (and it was kinda wrong of her to tell her older brother that he didn't love their mother as much, especially because he most likely had more memories of her alive in comparison), but she was still a 14-year-old girl thrust into adult responsibility in the middle of a war. She is misunderstood a lot of the time from a fan's perspective because (in all honesty) a lot of us watched the show as kids and either thought she was super cool or super annoying. I even only started to find Katara annoying after I was older--and that was mainly because in times when she did attempt to "solve" things or "fix" something she wasn't mature enough yet to understand how to handle it responsibly. Sokka was a lot like this too, and we see him getting blamed a lot less. Both of them were standing in as leaders in their tribe during the war, and both of them left. Sure, the Avatar showed up, but even Aang was running away from responsibility until he realized he had to face the consequences of his actions!

Past this point is a lot of me talking about how I'm addressing a lot of this in my fan works, so check it out if you're interested!

I think a lot of my thoughts on this topic stem from the fact that I want to explore the emotional and responsibility commitments the characters of ATLA have weighing on them. In the AU I'm writing, for example, the characters (set in canon) are aged up and a lot of them have more people they are attached to. Since this was a Katara-centric post, I'll also include what I have in mind for my Katara fic.

Growing Pains centers around the letters Katara sends home to her and Sokka's childhood friend, Mali. He was the oldest of the boys left behind by the tribe because he just didn't quite make the age cut, and now serves as a hunter and protector for the tribe. He was definitely upset when his friends left him, but he knew that if they were to travel with the Avatar he had to stay and protect their tribe. Katara sends her letters detailing the stories of her adventures to Mali but soon realizes that she left a lot behind at home for what was turning out to be a perilous and risk-filled adventure.

And on the Aang side of things (because let's face it, a twelve-year-old boy having childish immaturity and the weight of the world on their shoulders is NOT the best combination), I wanted to explore more of his energy and experience of learning maturity after hardship in a Book 3 and post-war fic titled Spitfire.

Spitfire centers around one of Zuko's childhood friends (an OC because I think he deserved friends he could actually trust prior to joining the Gaang) named Soru coming to terms with the fact that he never truly was against the Avatar even though he's from the Fire Nation. Escapism at its finest--truly. As Aang has to come to terms with the new reality the world is entering after the defeat of Fire Lord Ozai, he has to learn how to deal with the weight of the political aspect of society the rest of his friends (and former enemies for that matter) were already wrapped up in.

All in all, I really think exploring aspects of the characters of such a beloved show that aren't really addressed is such an interesting thing to do. I applaud all other ATLA writers on the platform (and any platform) for either just sticking to canon or coming to terms with the flaws that are either over-exaggerated or under-represented in fanfiction, but I am not one of you! I want to explore the inklings of depth we get from this fun show, especially since I'm approaching this from a perspective in which the characters are older and arguably have more responsibility on their shoulders.

I'd really appreciate it if anyone would check out my stories (will be posted on here and ao3) or at least show interest in them! I've worked really hard to put all the details together behind the scenes, so any support or showing you enjoy my works/ideas is greatly appreciated!

I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.

Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.

Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.

Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.

Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.

The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.

[rafes-slut]

You send your best friend nudes on aciddent

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader (Best Friends)

Summary: you wanted ro send nudes to guy you were talking to and without even realizing you sended them to rafe. He shows up at your house and he fucks you pretty

Warnings:(Explicit sexual content (18+), Rough, raw, and unprotected sex, Best friends-to-lovers tension, Possessiveness/jealousy, Strong language, Slight dominance themes, Mentions of nudes/sexting, Brief edging/denial)

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Your house was too quiet. Too empty. The kind of silence that made you restless, forcing you to find something—anything—to keep yourself occupied.

You had already scrolled through every possible social media feed, tried binge-watching a show, and even considered taking a nap, but nothing seemed to cure the boredom eating at you. The guy you’d been talking to—the one you had a… thing with—hadn't texted you all day, and for some reason, that only annoyed you more.

With a sigh, you plopped onto your bed, staring at the ceiling before an idea popped into your head. A reckless, stupid idea. But an exciting one.

Grabbing your phone, you opened the camera app, biting your lip as you hesitated. Then, without thinking too hard about it, you started posing, taking pictures of yourself—fully naked.

The longer you did it, the more confident you became, experimenting with angles, capturing the way the dim lighting cast shadows over your skin. By the time you finished, you were beyond pleased with how good you looked.

Your finger hovered over the screen as you scrolled through the pictures, feeling the rush of power that came with it. Maybe if you sent them to him—the guy you’d been talking to—he’d finally give you the attention you deserved.

Without another thought, you selected a few of your best shots and hit send.

The moment was thrilling. You smirked to yourself, placing your phone aside as you basked in the satisfaction of it all. You left your phone unattended for a while, assuming he’d take his time responding, so you didn’t bother checking right away.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when you absentmindedly picked up your phone to see if he had replied, that your stomach dropped.

36 new messages.

But they weren’t from him.

They were from Rafe.

Your heart stopped. Your entire body froze as dread crept up your spine. Confusion clouded your mind until you clicked on his name, your blood running cold as you read the first message.

Rafe: Tell me you didn’t just send that to me.

Your breath hitched. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you scrolled.

Rafe: Are you serious right now?

Rafe: Fucking answer me.

Rafe: Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

Rafe: Are you out of your mind?

Panic overtook your senses as you finally understood what had happened. Your fingers shook as you scrolled up, only to confirm your worst nightmare.

You hadn’t sent those pictures to the guy you’d been talking to.

You had sent them to Rafe.

Your best friend.

The same Rafe who had seen you at your worst, who had been there through everything, who—until now—had never seen you like that.

You felt sick.

Rafe: I swear to fucking God, tell me that was a mistake.

Rafe: Are you ignoring me on purpose?

Rafe: Do you even realize what you just did?

You stared at the messages, paralyzed with horror, your mind racing with what to do. There was no taking it back. No pretending it never happened.

Your phone buzzed again, and another text popped up.

Rafe: I’m coming over.

Your stomach flipped.

Oh. Fuck.

You barely had time to process the messages before loud, impatient knocking shook your front door. Your heart jumped into your throat.

Shit.

Rafe was already here.

Panic surged through you as you scrambled off your bed. You weren’t even dressed—still completely bare from your little photoshoot. With no time to properly throw on clothes, you grabbed the first thing within reach—an oversized shirt that smelled faintly of cologne. Rafe’s cologne. It was probably his shirt, one he had left behind on one of the countless nights he crashed at your place.

You barely managed to pull it over your head, the hem brushing mid-thigh, before the knocking got louder.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Open the damn door."

His voice was sharp, edged with something you couldn’t quite place—urgency, frustration… something more.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the shirt, schooling your expression into something nonchalant. Like you didn’t just send your best friend a full spread of naked pictures. Like you weren’t freaking the fuck out inside.

You swung the door open, greeting him with a bright, innocent smile. "Hey, Rafe."

His eyes flickered over you immediately, scanning your barely covered frame. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. "You’re fucking joking."

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "About what?"

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a sharp breath before stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. "Don't do that. Don't act like you didn't just—" He stopped himself, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his eyes dragged down your body again, lingering on your bare legs.

You crossed your arms, biting back a smirk. "Didn't just what?"

His jaw ticked. "Send me those pictures."

You shrugged. "It was an accident."

His blue eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous. "An accident?" He took a step closer, forcing you back slightly. "Tell me, how exactly do you 'accidentally' send someone half a dozen nude pictures?"

You swallowed hard, nerves creeping up your spine, but you refused to back down. You weren’t about to let him see how flustered you were. "I meant to send them to someone else."

His expression darkened, something flickering behind his eyes at your words. His voice dropped, lower, rougher. "Yeah? Who?"

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You weren’t sure why, but suddenly, saying his name—the guy you’d been talking to—felt wrong. The way Rafe was looking at you, staring through you like he was barely holding himself together, made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t prepared for.

His fingers twitched at his side. "Who were they meant for?"

You hesitated. "It doesn’t matter."

"Like hell it doesn’t," Rafe snapped, stepping in again, this time leaving no space between you. Your breath hitched. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his chest barely brushing yours. His gaze flicked to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking onto your eyes again. "You were really about to send those to some other guy?"

Your mouth felt dry. You blinked up at him, struggling to find your voice. "It’s not a big deal—"

His laugh was humorless. "Not a big deal?" His fingers curled at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. "You seriously don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what?" You whispered.

Rafe exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched so tightly you swore he might break his teeth. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Don’t ever send shit like that to another guy." His voice was low, dangerously soft. "Not when you have me."

Your heart stuttered. "Rafe—"

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly like he was at war with himself. His grip on your chin tightened just enough to make you dizzy. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"

You swallowed, your skin buzzing under his touch. "I—"

"You think I didn’t like it?" He scoffed, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "You think I’m mad because I didn’t want to see you like that?"

Your stomach flipped.

He leaned in, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I’m mad because now I can't stop fucking thinking about it."

A sharp breath left your lungs.

His other hand trailed down, gripping the hem of your—his—shirt. His fingers brushed against your bare thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The second you didn’t tell him to stop, Rafe took that as a green light.

Before you could process it, his hands gripped your waist, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the floor. A startled gasp left your lips as he placed you on the nearest surface—the hallway counter—knocking over a few things in the process.

Your legs instinctively spread, your oversized shirt riding up your thighs, exposing just how bare you were beneath it.

Rafe wasn’t blind. He saw everything.

And fuck, he wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t notice how worked up you already were.

A dark smirk tugged at his lips as his hands slid up your thighs, fingers tracing your soft skin. "You didn’t even think about putting something on, huh?" His voice was low, teasing. "Almost like you wanted me to see you like this."

Heat crawled up your neck, but before you could snap back, his fingers were already moving.

Without hesitation, he slipped between your thighs, brushing against your slick heat. A breathy moan slipped past your lips as he ran two fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you were for him.

"Shit," Rafe groaned under his breath. "Look at you."

Your head tilted back slightly, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he teased you, his fingers barely dipping into you before pulling away again. Your hips bucked slightly, chasing the friction, and he chuckled.

"Needy, huh?"

"Rafe—" Your voice was a quiet plea, but he wasn’t feeling merciful tonight.

He pushed two fingers inside you with ease, the stretch making you gasp. He wasted no time, his fingers curling just right, pressing against that spot that made your entire body shudder.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. "Fuck, you’re already squeezing me."

Your legs twitched, the pleasure overwhelming as he pumped his fingers inside you, slow but deliberate. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small, calculated circles that made you whimper.

"Bet you weren’t even thinking about that guy when you took those pictures," he taunted, his pace never faltering. "Bet you were thinking about me."

You didn’t answer, but your body betrayed you—the way you clenched around his fingers, the way your thighs trembled.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours, but never closing the distance. "Say it," he murmured. "Tell me who you really wanted to send them to."

Your pride held on, but your body was already giving him the answer.

You didn’t answer his question. You couldn’t. Saying it out loud would mean admitting it—to him, to yourself. That you never meant for those pictures to go to anyone but him. That the only person you wanted to see you like this, touch you like this, was Rafe.

But your silence didn’t matter. Your body told him everything he needed to know.

You gasped, yanking his wrist, pulling his fingers out of you before you could tumble over the edge. Rafe’s brows furrowed, his fingers glistening in the dim light, but before he could question it, your hands found his waistband, tugging at his jeans.

He let out a low chuckle, but it was rough, almost breathless. "That desperate, huh?"

You ignored him, too focused on shoving his jeans down. The second they pooled around his ankles, you took a moment—your breath hitching as you took him in.

Fuck.

You already knew he was big, but seeing it—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip—had you swallowing hard.

Rafe didn’t give you time to think. He grabbed your hips, dragging you to the edge of the counter, spreading you wider. He didn’t bother with teasing or stretching you any further—he knew you could take it.

And you did.

The moment he pushed inside, a strangled moan left your lips, your hands flying to grip his shoulders.

"Shit," Rafe gritted, his fingers digging into your skin as he bottomed out in one sharp thrust.

It was rough. Raw. Deep.

He didn’t give you time to adjust—he pulled back just enough before slamming into you again, knocking the breath from your lungs. The counter rattled beneath you with every thrust, his grip bruising, his pace relentless.

"Look at you," he groaned, watching the way your body took him, how you clenched around him with every movement. "This is what you wanted, huh? Not him—me."

Your nails scraped down his back, a broken moan escaping as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars.

"You feel that?" Rafe panted, his forehead pressing against yours. "This is mine. You're mine."

You couldn’t even argue.

Not when you were falling apart around him, your body trembling as you came, his name spilling from your lips like it was the only thing you knew.

And Rafe? He followed right after, burying himself deep, groaning your name as he spilled inside you, claiming you in every way possible.

[myloveer0]

Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Summary: As a high school teacher, you were conducting a private parent meeting for two of your mischievous students. However, the moment you glanced at their parents—a pair of stunning, sophisticated older women sitting in your office—you felt an immediate wave of regret.

Alright. Alright. Here it is.. Have you been waiting for 'beg teacher..' part II. Dropping it *smirk*

Part II

Your fingers tightened around your pen. Your face burned even hotter. Of course she’s enjoying this. Stay professional. Focus. Ignore the way they’re looking at you. Ignore how hot your face is. Ignore how your thighs had started trembling under the presence of these two impossibly hot women.

Sevika reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between her lips. The movement was effortless, smooth—like she’d done it a thousand times before. You were so flustered that for a second, you just stared, mesmerized by the way her fingers moved.

Then your teacher instincts kicked in.

“Excuse me but that’s prohibited,” you blurted out, your voice firmer than before.

Sevika raised a brow, holding the cigarette between her fingers. “Really?” She didn’t seem offended—if anything, she looked even more amused.

Ambessa lay out a smirk and shook her head, finding it like it's rare for anyone to stand against Sevika. "Rules are rules, Sevika. Listen to the little woman.."

That caught you off guard. You blinked, processing the casual way she said it—like they were well-acquainted. You had noticed it when you walked in; you weren’t blind to the frequent glances they exchanged and those secret stare.

“Wait… do you two know each other?” you asked, curiosity slipping into your tone before you could stop yourself.

Sevika smirked, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “What can I say? Dove.. The world is small, and so is the circle when it comes to…” she let her words trail off for effect, her gaze flicked toward Ambessa, “… that women.”

Your stomach flipped at the way she said it. That was intentional.

You couldn't stop yourself from secretly grinning at the way they lock stared at each other—like they were seconds away from tearing each other clothes. There was definitely going on between this two.

Afraid to admit it, but you had a fantasy about buff women grinding each other out. And lucky you—now there were two of them sitting at your desk, right in your office. You stole secret glances at their physiques—at the sheer beauty in their bodies. Their muscular arms had been distracting you since the moment you walked in, and you were fighting the urge to not keep looking.

You wanted to touch them. You bit your nail.

What would it feel like to be between them, passed back and forth— ahem…

You blinked, snapping back to reality, only to realize—to your horror—that they were already smirking at your face. Immediately, you straightened your posture, pretending to organize whatever on your desk, as if you hadn’t just been caught red handed. Shitty dumbass!!

You quickly looked away when your gaze locked with Ambessa’s. Her smirk only widened before she turned to Sevika, something dangerously amused flickering in her eyes.

“Big words,” she mused, “coming from someone who likes begging me for more.”

The room stilled. Your jaw nearly dropped.

You froze. So did Sevika.

You watched, wide-eyed, as Sevika’s expression faltered—just for a split second. Speechless. Her smirk twitched, her cool demeanor cracking as her jaw tensed. You swore you saw the faintest dusting of pink on her cheeks, but just as quickly as it came, she covered it up with a scoff, rolling her shoulders like it was nothing.

“Tch.” She exhaled sharply through her nose, tilting her head toward you as if that would somehow shake off what just happened. “She likes to talk.”

. Ambessa, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Sevika's reactions, like she knew exactly which buttons to press to get a rise out of her.

And you?

You weren’t that clueless.

You wanted to scream in excitement. You were proven right. They were more than just acquaintances. You had a damn good idea of what kind of relationship they had—casual, intimate, no strings and commitments. A secret, yet with enough history to leave marks, to throw each other off balance with just a look.

And the proof of your claim?

The heated stare they always shared—a silent conversation passing between them, one you weren’t privy to. But you didn’t need to be. You already knew.

Ambessa’s statement alone revealed everything.

Now, your shivers had very little to do with the temperature and everything to do with desire. Your cheeks immediately heated at the thought of them together— fighting in bed whoever be the top. Muscles grinding as they explored each other’s bodies or the raw power they possessed as they took turns, relentlessly fucking each other ou—Stop!!

Sevika exhaled through her nose, rolling the cigarette between her fingers before finally tucking it away. Gave up completely before glancing at you. “Fine, fine. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You ignored the way your stomach flipped at that comment, biting back a blush as you inhaled deeply, trying to regain focus. Get it together. She was just good with words, that was all. Straightening your papers, you finally steered the conversation back to why you were here in the first place.

"Anyway..." You took a breath, regaining your professional tone. "Let’s begin. This meeting was called due to an ongoing issue—specifically, the escalating behavior of your children."

That got their attention.

You pushed past your nerves and continued, "Jinx and Mel… well, they seem to hate each other. I hadn’t realized it had turned into a full-blown rivalry."

Sevika, leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Oh?"

You nodded grimly and exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. "To be blunt… it’s a disaster. Those two can’t be in the same room without it devolving into absolute chaos. It started with words—sharp insults, cutting remarks. Then it escalated. Pranks. Sabotage. Full-blown fights in the hallways. Just last week, Jinx set off a firework in the library after Mel insulted her artwork. And Mel? She responded by locking Jinx inside a janitor’s closet for an entire afternoon.''

Sevika let out a low whistle, while Ambessa merely raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

You rubbed your temple and sighed. "And yesterday? They decided to settle things with an actual fight in the courtyard. Half the student body gathered to watch before security had to step in."

You hesitated for a moment before adding, "Though Mel got the upper hand the—"

You didn’t even get to finish before Ambessa let out a low chuckle, a smirk tugging at her lips. "As expected of my child," she mused, her tone carrying an unmistakable note of pride. "I have taught her what I offer… and it seems she has put it to brilliant use. Though, she does have a rebellious streak at times."

For the first time, her brows didn’t knit together. Instead, Ambessa met your gaze, a rare, genuine smile curving her lips. "Tell me," she said smoothly, tilting her head ever so slightly. "What else?"

You were left speechless. Completely, utterly speechless. Among all the responses you had prepared for, Ambessa supporting Mel’s actions was not one of them. What type of parent would actually endorse their child's behavior when it inevitably leads them trouble — instead they were a source of pride for her.

Your throat tightened as you struggled to find words. "I—I we—"

A low, amused chuckle cut you off. Sevika, lounging comfortably, smirked at your reaction. "Did you really expect anything else?" she mused, shaking her head. "Come on. Ambessa lives for this kind of thing."

Ambessa scoffed, folding her arms. “I’d be disappointed if Mel didn’t.”

You didn't know what else to say. You sat there, staring both of them, struggling to find words that wouldn’t get lost in the sheer absurdity of it all. They were suppose to discuss about ways to solve about their child behavour. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before running a hand over your face. Trying to argue against this was utterly hopeless. Whether you agreed or not, one thing was clear—Mel had inherited far more than just her mother’s ambition.

You turned to Sevika.

“Beside that, Jinx is...'' You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Difficult. Other parents have started complaining. If something isn’t done, things will escalate. Frankly, it’s lucky they have me as their teacher. If it were anyone else, this meeting would be happening in the principal’s office. Mel would be facing detention—and Jinx? They’re pushing for the school to take action against her behavior.”

Sevika frowned,. “What kind of ‘action’ are we talking about?”

You hesitated. “If she keeps this up… she’s looking at suspension. Or worse, expulsion.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened. You could see the way her fingers curled into fists on her lap, but she stayed quiet, waiting. Tring to process everything.

Ambessa observed listening.

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “But I don’t think it has to come to that.”

Both women raised an eyebrow.

“Jinx is difficult, yes, but she’s not beyond help.” You leaned forward slightly, setting your papers aside. “I'm the only one notice this but she’s brilliant. Creative. She sees things differently than most students. But she needs guidance. If she keeps being left to her own devices, she’ll keep lashing out, keep pushing boundaries because she thinks she has no other choice.”

Sevika scoffed. “And what? You think a few pep talks will fix her?”

You shook your head. “No, but structure will.”

That made them pause.

You took it as your cue to explain. “Jinx needs something to focus on—something that keeps her mind busy but also gives her a sense of accomplishment. Right now, she’s just rebelling for the sake of rebelling. If we redirect that energy into something productive, she won’t feel the need to cause trouble.”

Ambessa leaned forward, interested. “And you have a suggestion?”

You nodded. “I do.”

Both women waited, watching you carefully.

“Jinx is inventive. Give her an outlet for that. If she had a structured mentorship—something that challenged her, gave her a goal—I think she’d thrive.” You looked at Sevika. “She respects you. If you took on a more active role in guiding her, I think she’d respond.”

Sevika exhaled, running a hand through her short hair. “Tch. So, what, I become her life coach now?”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “Not a life coach. Just… someone who helps her channel that creativity before it turns destructive.”

Sevika huffed, “Look, I’m not against it or anything, but I know that kid. She won’t cooperate.”

You met her gaze, undeterred. “Well, if it doesn’t work out, at least we tried, right?” You tilted your head, offering a knowing smile. “I’d rather take the initiative than live with the guilt of not helping at all.”

A heavy silence followed.

Both women stared at you.

Then—Ambessa move, her voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere.

“And what about you?”

You blinked. “Me?”

“You clearly care about that child,” Ambessa said, voice steady. “Enough to come up with a plan instead of just pushing for punishment. You’re willing to put in extra effort. Are you offering to take responsibility for this?”

You hesitated—but only for a moment. “Yes.”

The weight of both their stares settled on you, heavier than before.

Sevika studied you for a long moment before shaking her head with a low chuckle. “Gotta say, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had that kind of fire in you. I underestimated you, dove..”

Ambessa smirked, her gaze lingering—too long, too deliberate. “Neither did I.”

The way her eyes trailed over you, pausing at your lips, the exposed curve of your neck. You can't help but bit your lip going nervous.

There was something different in the way they looked at you now. Not just as a teacher. Not just as someone in the room. Your heart pounded as they spoke, as they sing you praises. It made your stomach tighten, heat creeping up your skin. You weren’t used to this. To their attention.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your skin burned under their gazes. “S-so… do we have a deal?”

Sevika exhaled through her nose, giving you a lopsided grin. “Fine. But if she drives me crazy, I’m sending that kid back”

You let out a small laugh, though it came out shakier than you intended. “Fair enough.”

You busied yourself with the papers in front of you, hoping to ground yourself. “W-well, I think that’s all for today. I’ll provide an update on the procedure soon.” You stole a glance at your watch. “Oh—look at that. Almost five already. We should all be heading out.”

You stood quickly, eager to put some distance between you and the tension coiling in the room. But before you could take a step, they didn’t move.

In fact, they were watching you.

Sevika tilted her head slightly amuse. “You in a hurry?”

You hesitated. “…I just thought—”

“Thought no one would be around anymore?” Ambessa’s voice was velvet-smooth, a slow hum that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze sharp. “Even better.”

Your breath caught Before you could figure it out.

“That was quite impressive,” Ambessa continued, her fingers tapping lightly against the table. “The way you handled this situation. Far better than I expected. You’re far more capable than I initially assumed.” Her lips curved. “Especially for someone so young.”

Heat coiled low in your stomach.

“That’s why I believe rewards should be given where they’re due.”

Your pulse stuttered.

''R-reward?''

Ambessa smirked, tilting her head slightly as she studied you. "Yes. You went beyond your duty as a teacher. Instead of simply handing out punishment, you sought a solution. If it were any other teacher, this situation would have escalated into something far more troublesome." Her voice dropped a note lower, rich and deliberate. “That was… commendable.”

Her eyes flickered with some those menacing stare. You make a panicked sound. This is starting to feels dirty and wrong and your shaking with need clunging to the last threads of reason, scrambling for an excuse, any excuse, to put an end to this before it spiraled further. But your thoughts were sluggish, drowning beneath the weight of your devil mind to let go of your restrain.

Both women had been flirting with you from the very beginning, and now they were starting to push even deeper. Honestly, you wanted to applaud yourself for lasting this long. You were the type to give in easily—especially when it came to older, gorgeous, devastatingly buff women like them.

You should stop this. You had to stop this.

You were a teacher. A professional. A second parent to their child. You had no business being tangled in the dangerous game of a parent and her secret lover. You didn’t want to be caught in their web. And yet, your body betrayed you—your breath coming too fast, your hands gripping the desk just to keep steady. You could feel your thighs press together, desperate for relief. Their attention.

“Why not sit first and tell me…” Ambessa murmured, voice smooth, intoxicating. “What do you want?”

Your stomach flipped, and you obeyed.

Your mind screaming, it was drowning—drowning on the lewd thoughts that was clawing their way to the surface, desperate to break free.

“I—” Your breath hitched as you quickly shook your head. “That’s not necessary. I was just doing my job.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, stretching out in her chair, watching you like a cat eyeing prey.

Ambessa hummed, her smirk never faltering. “Mm. A selfless one, aren’t you? little one” Her eyes dipped—to your lips—before returning to your face, her expression calm but lude.

Your pulse pounded. The way they watches me—God, you can’t breathe. The room suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Your eyes flickered to the door, mind racing, trying to calculate the possibilities of escape. But one look at them, at the predatory amusement in their gazes, and you knew—

They weren’t going to let you go that easily.

Sevika hummed “Come on dove, everyone wants something.”

“I don’t,” you insisted, trying to process everything “I mean—I don’t have anything in mind.”

Ambessa tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “No? Nothing at all?”

“Nothing.”

You paralyze on your seat, wishing—praying—for all of this to end before your mind was completely clouded by desire. You don’t know what you want anymore.

But oh, God.

Realizing this was it—your moment—made your breath hitch. This was the exact scenario you had fantasized about, and they were unknowingly granting your lifelong wish. The thought of being their plaything, against your better judgment, to be used as they pleased, sent a shiver down your spine. Your gaze flickered around the room.

There was a pause.

Then, Sevika chuckled, slow and deep, shaking her head as she adjusted her posture. Without warning, she stood, not hurried, not rushed her movements slow and deliberate. Your eyes widen as she started to rounded the desk, her heavy boots echoing against the floor with each step.

You stiffened when she stopped just beside you, leaning at the table, close enough that warmth radiated from her skin. You can smell the scent of smoke, leather, and hers—flooded your senses. Your pulse spiked. Heat coiled low in your stomach.

And then—she leaned down, half-perching on the desk, all casual. “Well, that’s a shame.”

You could barely look at her. “W-why?”

Sevika smirked, slow and sharp, before plucking your pen from the desk, rolling it between her fingers like it was something worth her time. “Because I was thinking of offering something… interesting. Perhaps a thanks for being a good teacher”

You swallowed hard. “W-what do you mean by that?”

Sevika didn’t answer right away. Instead, she moved—slow. She stretched just enough for her muscles to flex beneath her sleeves, and you couldn’t help but distracted. But the moment she noticed, you quickly looked away.

“You seem a little tense, teach.” Sevika voice was low, almost playful. “Relax.. After dealing with two headaches, you must be exhausted. but if you can't think of something i can.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

She tilted her chin toward your desk. “That magazine of yours seemed quite… nice..”

Your soul left your body.

Oh no. No, no, no.

Your breath caught, and you immediately started shaking your head. “It’s not mine! I swear! It was from a friend—she—she put it there—I wasn’t even—”

The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, heat crawling up your neck. Your hands waved in front of you, as if somehow that would make the whole situation disappear. Why did she have to remind you of that? Of course, they wouldn’t let you off the hook that easily especially as memorable as that.

Sevika chuckled, a low, rich sound. “You’re panicking, teach.”

“I’m not—”

Before you could say another word, Sevika reached forward, and in one smooth motion, she pressed a single finger against your lips. Silencing you.

You froze.

The warmth of her touch—pressed between your lips—sent a pulse of heat straight through you. Your breath hitched, eyes going wide as she leaned in slightly, her expression unreadable. Panic and desire coiled inside you, twisting together in a dizzying mix.

You wanted what Sevika was telling you. God, Lord, you wanted it so badly—needed it.

But you couldn’t.

Could you?

“Shhh,”Sevika murmured, the corner of her mouth.

Your pulse thundered in your ears. You were gasping, writhing, pulsing, trying to make her stop before you do exactly what it will take to get you trouble.

But before you do, Sevika took your hand in hers. slowly, deliberately. Her grip was firm and warm. You didn’t even have time to react before she lifted it to her lips—And pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against your knuckles. Your stomach flipped.

The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It lingered. Her lips barely ghosted over your skin—soft yet teasing, like she was testing, taunting, waiting to see how you’d react. Somehow, everything she did became unbearably erotic, every touch, every movement. Your body felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of emotions crashing over you.

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching in her hold.

“Sevika,” Ambessa drawled, watching at the side. Shifting you back to reality.

Sevika didn’t even look up. “What? Just giving our teacher here a proper thank-you.”

You were expecting Ambessa to stop Sevika. To put an end to this. But instead, she just smirked, shaking her head.. “Quite bold..” Then, in one smooth motion, she stood.

Your heart nearly stopped when she walked toward the door.

Click.

You jolted as the sound of the lock turning echoed through the room.

Slowly, so slowly, Ambessa turned back to face you, her caramel eyes gleaming. And then she started come to you as well.

Panic seized you, your throat tightening as you barely managed to swallow. Your fingers gripped the arms of your chair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Ambessa moved, coming to a stop on your other side—now, they were each flanking you.

It was ten times worse. You could barely handle Sevika alone and now here she was. They loomed over you, their presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way.

To your left, Sevika watched you with sharp, knowing eyes, drinking you in with an intensity that made your thighs press together involuntarily.

To your right, Ambessa stood tall, poised, utterly in control. When you dared to glance up at her, your breath hitched—just in time to see her undoing the fur black scarf around her neck. The fabric slipped away slowly, revealing more of her deep neckline—the soft plump of her cleavage, the way her dress framed her figure perfectly.

Oh. Oh, no. You were so done for.

“No need to be afraid, little one,” Ambessa murmured, her voice smooth, assured. “No one will know but us. No one is around to disturb or stop us. This is your moment to grant your fantasy, isn’t it? I’m not blind to the way you look at us with those adorable eyes of yours…”

Her words dripped with amusement, with certainty, as if she already knew your answer—knew exactly where this would all heading into.

Sevika’s grip on your hand tightened—firm, commanding. Then, Ambessa with deliberate ease, lifted your other hand, guiding it to her mascular thigh. The moment your fingers brushed against her skin, a jolt of electricity shot through you enough to make you gasp.

The sound must have pleased them because they both smirked, their expressions dark with amusement, with intent.

Being seduced by them was an instant, heavenly death.

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Taglist:) @sevikasoneandonlywife @langedelalune @harlow-jarlow @wosoloversthings @nikaachuuuu @pearldaisy @prettypinkprincessa @h0n3yf0rlif3 @thesevi0lentdelights

[isaadore]

ATTACHED CONNOR BEDARD

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎pairing connor bedard x reader

SUMMARY connor isn’t the type to say outright how much he loves you. but you didn’t need him to, not when he showed it in every little thing he did. whether it was following you around the apartment, pulling you into his arms the second you sat down, or finding excuses to keep you close, one thing was clear. he was completely, hopelessly attached to you. word count 0.6k

warnings fluff, established relationship, connor being soft and clingy, minor teasing

note not a part of my 1k celebration but i thought we all needed this with how connor’s season is going on rn 😕

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IT ALWAYS STARTED small.

You woke up first, rolling onto your side to grab your phone. But before you could even reach for it, a strong arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of the bed.

Connor buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing sleepily against your skin. “No.”

You stifled a laugh. “No?”

“Stay.”

His voice was muffled and low, still heavy with sleep, but there was no room for argument. You were stuck, wrapped up in him. His grip was just firm enough to keep you from slipping away.

You exhaled through your nose, amused, and brushed your fingers through his hair. “You’re clingy in the mornings.”

“Not clingy,” he corrected, though the way he tugged you closer said otherwise. “Just comfortable.”

You shook your head, but your chest felt warm, your heart softening at how much he didn’t want you to leave yet.

Still, after a few more minutes, you finally manage to wiggle free, much to Connor’s displeasure. He groaned dramatically, rolling onto his stomach as you sat up.

“I’ll be back in, like, five minutes,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before slipping out of bed.

You thought that was the end of it.

But then, twenty minutes later, you were standing in the kitchen making coffee when you felt it. A familiar presence lingered behind you, followed by the quiet shuffle of socked feet.

You glanced over your shoulder, and sure enough, Connor was there. His hoodie was wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were still half-lidded with sleep.

“You good?” you asked, sipping from your mug.

He grunted in response, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.

You huffed a laugh. “Connor.”

“What?” he mumbled against your hoodie.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was.” He paused. “Then I woke up, and you weren’t there.”

You blinked, realizing he had gotten up just to follow you. “So you came all the way to the kitchen?”

He nodded against your shoulder like it was the most logical thing in the world.

“You’re impossible.”

“Mm.” He hummed, unbothered, and just tightened his arms around you.

And really, what could you say? That was just how he was. He was never too obvious about it, but he always found reasons to be close.

It happened again when you were sitting on the couch later that afternoon. You had your laptop balanced on your knees, fully focused on whatever you were watching, when Connor came in from the other room and wordlessly flopped down beside you.

You barely had a chance to react before he shifted closer, his arm draping over the back of the couch, his knee knocking against yours.

You glanced over. “Comfortable?”

“Not yet.”

Before you could question it, he moved again, pulling you into his side, letting you settle against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You paused for a second, then shook your head, amused. “You do realize you’ve been practically glued to me all day, right?”

Connor exhaled, long and dramatic, like he was thinking about it. Then, after a beat, he said, “So?”

You snorted. “So, is there a reason, or are you just really attached to me all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, playing with the hem of your hoodie. “Dunno. Just like having you close.”

Your heart clenched, and maybe you were a little obsessed with him too.

“Well, lucky for you,” you said, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Connor hummed, satisfied, and pressed a quick kiss to your temple before relaxing against you completely.

Yeah. He was definitely attached.

But honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

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[josiebelladonna]

^that last one made me think of stranger things. Remember back in 2022 how fucking ubiquitous, pervasive, and inescapable that season was (and to the point it was starting to piss me off because none of the kids look like kids anymore, it was sneaking into tags it had no business sneaking into, and it felt like it was becoming more about the music than… actually being watchable and having a memorable storyline, god forbid—granted, it was one of the best soundtracks in a long time, but it came as a bonus in the first two seasons, so that’s not the point)? Now, I’ll see some offhand fics here and there in the fanfic tags, but that’s about it—add to this, everything I see about this final season is, um… don’t get your hopes up. In other words, I fully expect there to be an avalanche of fix-it fics and more fics surrounding Eddie Muenster whatever his name is once the season hits, and then it’ll disappear again.

I guess last year there was a rebirth of the House, M.D. fandom, a fandom which I didn’t even know existed when I was watching that show when it was going and even when it ended back in 2012. Key phrase there is “last year”: I haven’t seen anything about it since like November.

Dan and Phil is another one. I don’t have any idea who they are (I could never get into YouTubers) but every other post on my dash now is about them, and all I can think is “I won’t see them two months from now.”

You also have the strange case of me: start a previously not-catalogued fandom from the ground up and it goes well for a few months, and then something happens to me where I need to speak out, and then all of a sudden POOF! Everyone loses respect and I feel like I have to leave after a time, even if I’m still very much in the zone—especially if I’m still very much in the zone. “Ew, no, she’s obsessed and delusional and unstable, let’s start our own hub in another place and do better than her.” Yeah, and then your bullshit ____ x reader fics from last summer fall by the wayside whereas one of my longfics which I started back in 2022 is still rolling because I’m not callous enough to do it for spite.

They cannibalize the fandom and also the people who make it. They treat it like it’s a thing to be consumed and given to their peers, hence the popularity of the “reader insert” fanfic (which I hate with a passion for this reason), and someone like me, someone who’s actually a fan, is seen as a psychopath, not realizing that this is killing fandom and making the “creator” feel (ab)used. I soldier on because I’m a fan and I love the men involved, dammit.

More used feelings by calling me a “creator”, too, as that is a word that is thrown around way too lightly and shortchanges someone like me by glossing over our craft. I’m an artist and a writer and a baker, I am NOT a creator.

[secretl1fe0fm3]

guess ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: you’re an extra on stage during charli’s grammy performance. billie can’t seem to keep her eyes off of you, and her hands at the after party.

warnings: smut, dom!billie, teasing, grinding, fingering(r!receiving), dirty talk, slight exhibitionism(not really though)

an: this is loosely based off a request <3 (anon if you’re reading this im not sure if its exactly what you wanted but i hope you enjoy!) also im so sorry this took so long to finish work has been insane :/ ((decided to finish editing this tonight cause guess remix just won soty at the brits lets go lesbians!!!!))

18+ minors dni!!!

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The heavy bass of "Guess" pulses through your body. Flashing lights strobe across the crowd, illuminating a sea of famous faces, but you’re too caught up in the music to care. You’re an extra on stage, one of the many moving bodies. But you’re making damn sure you stand out.

Your movements are fluid and sensual as you move your hips to the rhythm, fingers trailing over your skin before snapping back into place with the beat. It’s not too much, but just enough to make anyone watching take notice.

And someone is watching. You feel it before you see it, a magnetic pull from the audience. When you finally glance towards the crowd, your breath catches in your throat.

Your eyes meet piercing blue almost instantly; Billie.

Her body sways along with the beat of the song, long dark brown hair spilling out from underneath her snapback. The bright yellow jersey she’s wearing hangs loose over her frame as she lip syncs along to the song, the camera panning over to her.

For a second, you wonder if you’re imagining it- if she’s looking past you, watching Charli or someone else. You watch the corner of her mouth quirk up into a smirk, like she’s amused at your realization that her gaze is on you. Your heart slams in your chest, but you don’t miss a beat.

Before you can even process much else, the song comes to an end, and the final note rings out into the arena. Deafening cheers and screams fill your ears as the award show comes to a close for the evening.

As everyone starts to move off stage, your eyes scan the crowd one last time and meet with Billie's, the smirk still apparent on her face as her eyes scan up and down your barely covered body. You pretend to ignore her stare, and walk off the stage with one of your friends, giggling from the adrenaline rush.

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The music is loud, the bass shaking the floor as you dance with your friends, your body still buzzing from the performance earlier. The adrenaline is still in your veins, mixing with the heat of the crowded afterparty.

The two-piece set you’re wearing clings to you like second skin, tiny, yet sparkling under the dim lights.

You feel a presence come up behind you, and a hand skims along your waist. You turn quickly, eyes glancing up at the familiar blue from earlier.

Billie doesn’t say anything at first. She just looks at you, gaze dragging slow over the shimmering fabric clinging to your skin.

A smirk tugs at her lips as she leans in, voice low enough that it barely cuts through the music.

“Dance with me?”

Your eyes widen slightly at her forwardness, and she doesn’t wait for a response. She takes your wrist gently into her hand, fingers warm against your skin, and pulls you closer into her. Your back comes into contact with her front, your ass pushed up against her baggy jeans.

She moves slow, her hands sliding down to rest at your hips. Her grip is firm, teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her jersey brushes against your bare lower back with every shift of movement, the cool fabric against your heated skin. She keeps you close, her breath grazing your ear as she leans forward again.

“You looked good up there,” she murmurs, fingers gripping your hips, pushing you back against her more firmly.

You swallow hard, your own hands reaching back and finding the hem of her jersey, tugging just slightly. “You were watching me?”

Billie lets out quiet chuckle, almost a hum. “Hard not to.”

The heat between you is suffocating, your pulse picking up as you grind your hips back against her. Billie tilts her head, placing a soft kiss against the side of your neck, right below your ear.

“Come with me,” she murmurs, her voice low and rough.

Your stomach flips, heat pooling low, but you don’t hesitate. You let her lead you through the crowded party, weaving through bodies quickly.

She pulls you down a dimly lit hallway, secluded and quiet, far enough from the party that the music is nothing more than a distant sound. Your back barely meets the wall before Billie is on you, hands gripping your waist, lips crashing onto yours eagerly.

Her lips are firm and desperate, her body pressing flush against yours, pinning you there. You gasp into her mouth, and she takes advantage, her tongue sliding against yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her hands wander, slipping under the hem of your top, fingers tracing across your bare skin. She groans against your lips.

“Fuck,” she breathes, pulling back just enough to drag her eyes over you, like she wants to devour you. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me all night.”

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your head spinning, lips swollen from the way she kissed you. You smirk, dragging your hands up the front of her oversized jersey, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric.

“Yeah?” You tease, breathless. “What have I been doing to you?”

Billie exhales and laughs softly, pressing her thigh between your legs, making you gasp quietly.

“Dancing like you wanted me to come over and take what’s mine.” she whispers, her lips trailing down to your jaw and then your neck, sucking and biting at your pulse point. Her words send a rush of heat straight to your core

“Maybe I did,” you admit, your nails scratching lightly against her stomach under her top.

Billie groans at your words, her nails digging into your waist, leaving crescent shaped indents. Her fingers trail down and slip under the fabric of your skirt, dragging up the inside of your thigh. She moves slow, her teasing touch making you squirm. Billie taps her fingers against your cunt, rubbing you through your lace panties.

“Fuck,” you whisper, gripping onto her shoulders.

Billie’s smirk deepens as she watches you squirm, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her voice thick with amusement and hunger. “So desperate for me already.”

Her fingers slide lower, pushing your lace black thong to the side, teasing your slick entrance before pushing in, stretching you. She watches your face closely as her two fingers push fully in, creating a steady rhythm as she begins to thrust them in and out.

“You love this, don’t you?” she taunts, curling her fingers just right. “So wet and dripping for me.”

You nod quickly, biting your lip hard, trying to stifle your moans. Her free hand trails up your body, slipping beneath your top, her nails dragging lightly against your skin. She cups your breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers, her grin widening when you arch into her touch.

“That’s it,” she purrs. “Be a good girl and let me hear you.”

Her pace quickens as you let a small moan escape past your lips, her fingers thrusting deep as her thumb circles your clit. “You’re so fucking tight,” she groans, her breath hot against your neck. “Squeezing me so well, baby. You gonna come for me? Gonna make a mess all over my fingers?”

She presses a kiss to your neck as you throw your head back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut. “Say it,” she demands, her voice dripping with authority. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Her fingers begin to slow down, waiting for your response, teasing you cruelly. Instead of forming a coherent response, a whimper escapes your lips as her fingers fully still inside you, the sudden loss of movement making your body ache with frustration.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement as she presses a featherlight kiss to your jaw. “I know you can do better than that.”

Your hips shift involuntarily against her fingers as you stay silent, seeking friction, but she merely smirks at your silent plead.

“Oh, you’re fucking desperate, aren’t you?” Her breath is hot against your ear, her teeth grazing your skin as she speaks. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please,” you finally breathe out, voice trembling.

Billie hums, amused, but unimpressed. “That’s cute,” she muses, slightly shifting her fingers inside you, making you shudder. “But not nearly enough.”

A frustrated high pitch whine leaves your lips, and she chuckles. “Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. Tell me exactly what you want.” Her other hand pinches at your nipple, rubbing the sensitive nub between her fingers.

Your body is trembling beneath her, burning with need. Your eyes lock with hers, voice breaking as you plead, “Please, Billie… I need you. I need more. I-fuck-I can’t take it. Please let me cum.”

Her fingers resume their movement again at your begging, a satisfied hum slipping past her lips. “Thats more like it, baby. See what happens when you’re a good girl for me?”

Her pace quickens, her fingers curling just right, pressing into your sweet spot. The pressure builds, heat coiling tight in your lower belly. You whimper her name repeatedly, spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she taunts, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. The sight of you falling apart being enough to bring her close to her own climax.

Your body tenses, as the pleasure turns into something overwhelming. Your hands grasp at her shoulders, at anything to ground yourself, but Billie doesn’t stop, her fingers fucking into you even quicker. She leans in, lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping even lower.

“Cum for me,” she whispers.

Your orgasm washes over you instantly at her command. A sharp and loud gasp escapes you as the white hot pleasure crashes over you. Billie’s fingers start to slow as you clench down on them, dragging out every last tremor and desperate whimper until you’re left breathless and shaking in her grip.

She grins and withdraws her fingers gently, pressing a soothing kiss to your tense jaw. “Beautiful,” she murmurs, trailing your wetness down and over your exposed thighs, letting your underwear slip back into place.

“But guess what? I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl.”

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I Know You Want My Touch For Life

rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

You and Eddie meet at an awards show and realize that you have much more in common that you initially thought.

This is based on the song "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) breeding kink

The lights begin to dim as you sit down at your designated table. You have a drink in hand as you try your best to act like you’re sober. You don’t know how many drinks you’ve had but you’ve been downing them like they’re water, feeling all giggly because of all the effects. 

The show is starting and you make small talk with the other people at your table, all of you yapping away as the host comes out on stage. It’s an actress who you can’t remember the name of because to be honest, something, or someone else has captured your attention. 

Eddie Munson is across the room, sipping on something before laughing half-heartedly at a joke the host has made. Everyone but you is in on the joke but you’re not paying attention. Eddie has captured all of it. He looks so good in his suit and you honestly can’t believe that he’s real, that he’s in the same room as you, because for a while, you were convinced that your brain has just made him up. 

You don’t know what you’re doing. The alcohol has definitely taken control of your brain because before you can stop yourself, you’re pulling your phone out of your clutch and pulling up his instagram account, curious to see if he’s following you back and to your surprise, he is. 

He knows who you are. You’ve been crushing on him for so long and you know he likes you too. Well, he did. You vividly remember him saying that you were his celebrity crush a few years back but you’re not sure if that’s still true. 

Because of your drunken state, you end up liking basically every photo on his profile, commenting nonsensical emojis on every one you’re liking which is something you’d absolutely never do if you were sober. 

Once you’ve looked at his profile for long enough, you go to DM him, trying to think of something to say but just come up with the word “hot” in all caps which is all you seem to be thinking as you go back to his profile, continuing to like and comment on his posts. 

Eddie sees you out of the corner of his eye and now he can’t seem to stop looking at you. His very obvious crush on your is getting even bigger and as he watches you from across the room, he wishes that he could be the one sitting next to you and not that guy who you’re giggling with. 

He doesn’t handle his jealousy well, always acting impulsively, usually doing something he shouldn’t. He’s actually sober tonight for once which actually makes him feel calmer than normal. He’d definitely do something he’d regret if he had a few drinks in him which he squally would have by now. 

“You should ask her out,” Grant whispers to Eddie as he follows his line of sight. Eddie just scoffs then turns back to the stage, suddenly remembering that there’s a show going on before him. 

“Right,” is all he says as he claps for the girl heading towards the stage to get her award. Holy shit, it’s you. And you’re stumbling as you try to get up the steps while still somehow looking so graceful. 

Before Eddie can stop himself, he’s rushing towards the stage, reaching out to help you up since clearly no one else is going to do it. You’re putting your hand in his and suddenly it feels like electricity is moving through his body. He’s quick to gather the train of your dress which is the reason why you’ve been tripping and he follows you up the steps, watching your every move to make sure that you’re okay. 

He’s following you to where the presenters are standing, admiring how you take the award so gracefully. You grab hold of his hand and pull him close to you as you stand in front of the mic. 

Your mind is nothing but hazy, foggy from the alcohol and you’re trying your best to think about your speech that you had written up, leaning into Eddie, making it impossible for him to resist your touch, how good you smell. It’s intoxicating. 

“Oh my gosh,” you gush, smiling wide as you look down at the award in awe. You can’t think anymore, all of the words evaporating from your brain as you look out into the audience then over to Eddie who’s smiling down at you like you’ve hung the moon. 

“I can’t believe I won,” you slur, much more drunk than Eddie realized and he doesn’t want you to make a fool out of yourself, suddenly feeling protective over you. You haven’t been in this industry for as long as he has and he would hate for you to make the same mistakes as he’s done. 

“C’mon, honey,” he says, leading you back towards the stairs and you feel your cheeks getting hot at his nickname. To anyone who doesn’t know the two of you, it almost looks like you’re a couple. You’re eating that up, wishing that you were a couple like you have been for years. Maybe this will be the night you finally make a move. 

Eddie leads you back to your table where there’s conveniently an empty chair next to yours. You invite him to sit and he does, wanting to look out for you, to make sure you’re okay, especially after having so much alcohol in your system. 

He makes you drink some water to help sober you up and you actually kind of like him bossing you around. You don’t usually like being told what to do, but with Eddie? Oh, you’ll do anything he says as long as he’s looking at you with those pretty brown eyes. They’ve quickly become your weakness. 

Once the water is drained from your cup, he seems satisfied so he stands from the table only for you to reach out and grab hold of his hand to stop him. You’re giving him pleading eyes, close to batting them to get him to stay. 

“You can’t go,” you tell him. “We’re having fun.” Eddie feels bad for leaving, but he’s gotta get back to his table, feeling guilty for abandoning his band mates for a girl. 

“Tell you what,” he says, sitting back down only for a second. “There’s an after party at that hotel down the street. Meet me there and we can have some fun.” You feel yourself getting wet just thinking about it as he pulls away, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before heading back to his table. 

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Eddie finally gets the chance to check his phone that had been vibrating constantly throughout the show. When he does, he’s in shock seeing your name so many times in his notifications. There have to be at least fifty just from you amongst the thousands he gets every single day from fans. But this is different. It’s you. And you were spamming him. 

It’s strings of nonsensical emojis but he gets the gist. You’re clearly thirsting over him and he’s eating it up. He could tell you were into him when he was sitting with you, but now he’s got proof. He’s really hoping that it wasn’t just how you were feeling when you were drunk and that you’ll actually take him up on his offer. God, what he would give to have his way with you. 

He desperately wants to see that pretty dress of yours on the floor of some random hotel room, his own clothes strewn across the room as he’s got you pinned to the dresser, pounding into you from behind as he forces you to look into the mirror that’s on top of it. 

And when he finally opens the DM from you, well, fuck, now he’s got to have you. It’s not an option anymore. 

So does your name Eddie “the freak” Munson mean that you’re actually willing to get freaky or am I reading it wrong? 

He’s honestly impressed you were able to write that out without any errors and now he’s gotten even more hard as he wonders what kind of stuff you’re into, what he’ll let him do to you. What you’ll do to him. 

He’s scanning the place for you, keeping an eye out for that beautiful dress of yours. He spots you over by door talking to Gareth. And even though he loves the guy, he’s now an opponent. Jealousy is coursing through him, something he’s never been able to handle well and now he’s not sure how he’s going to get his band mate to go away by speaking to him nicely. 

“Hi,” you beam when Eddie approaches and he has to compose himself when he sees your hand on Gareth’s shoulder. 

“Hi,” he replies, mimicking your smile, hoping he looks as cute as you do but knows he doesn’t. 

He’s so hot that it’s unfair. Even after sobering up, you still want him so bad, still wanting an answer to your question. You’ve seen him so many times at events like this and now more than ever, you do desperately want to pin him to the wall and take him right there, not even caring who’s watching. 

Your attraction to him that’s been building over the years is so strong that it’s almost tangible. You’re so wet that it’s almost uncomfortable, your need for him growing by the second. You hope you didn’t weird him out with your emojis and DM and that he’s still willing to give you a chance. 

“Hey, Gareth, I think that blonde you were talking about earlier is checking you out,” you subtly point to the woman who’s closer to the stage and Gareth whips his head in her direction just in time to see her wave him over. He’s quick to flee, finally leaving you and Eddie alone. 

He steps closer, his eyes darkening as he does so. He’s biting down on his bottom lip as he lets his eyes slowly rake over your body before pulling it flush to his. His hands rest on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck. 

The want is there but neither of you are making a move, just staring each other down with lust filled eyes. It’s like you’re waiting to see who’s going to make a move but neither of you wants to be the first to do so. 

“So jealousy is what motivates you to make a move,” you observe and Eddie just leans forward, his lips right by your ear. 

“No, it’s actually dirty DMs, but seeing you with Gareth did make me act faster.” He pulls away just in time to see your gaze moving to his lips and he purposely wets them to make them look more inviting, his tongue swiping across them slowly as if to tease you and it seems to work because you’re pulling him in before he can even finish. 

It’s desperate with roaming hands and breathy moans, definitely not suited for a public space but neither of you seem to care, too caught up in each other to notice the dirty looks that are shot your way. Eddie’s backing you out of the room and towards the elevators before it can get too inappropriate for anyone to see and you’re pushed into an elevator as soon as it opens. 

Eddie’s got you pinned to the wall, his tongue flicking into your mouth as you let out a moan as he grinds against you. Your hands are tangling in his hair as he scoots to the side to press the button that will lead to the floor he’s staying on. You’re then back against the wall in a flash and he grabs hold of your legs, wrapping them around his waist, mumbling something against your lips that you can’t hear as he carries you out of the elevator. 

You’re still wrapped around his waist as he uses his key card to unlock the door to his room. As he’s occupied with that, you’re sucking on his best, trying your best to leave a mark so people know exactly what he’s gotten up to tonight. Another trophy for the night. 

Once the door is unlocked, he heads inside and lets it slam behind him as he sets you down on the bed. He drops to his knees to help you take off your heels and you smile at him, admiring how he can be such a gentleman. Once he pulls them off of your feet, he sees the imprint that they’ve left behind and begins to massage them, his cock somehow hardening even more when he hears you moan at how good it feels. 

You lie back on the bed and Eddie kisses up each leg, giving them some love before spreading them, pushing up your dress to see the wet patch that’s formed in your panties. The white fabric is now almost see-through because of how wet you are and he decides that he’s got to have you right now or he’s going to explode. 

He pulls down your panties and tosses them to the side to find that you really are wet beyond belief and that only makes him want you more, especially when you’re looking up at him like you want to devour him. And he thinks he just might let you. 

Eddie pats his pocket for what you assume is a condom and even though you feel crazy for suggesting what you’re about to, you do it anyway. It’s spontaneous, but hasn’t the whole night been that way. Certainly neither of you planned to be here like this tonight, but you supposed that it’s just fate. 

“I don’t want to use a condom,” you tell him and he’s now intrigued. “I know it sounds crazy, but I-I kind of like the idea of having a baby with you. I know we just met, but-“ 

“You don’t have to convince me,” he shakes his head, cutting you off. He’s down on his knees again, placing himself between your legs as he pulls you to sit up. “Whatever you want,” he presses his forehead to yours. “I’ll give it to you. So if you want a baby, let’s have a baby.” 

“You’re serious?” You honestly didn’t think he’d agree and especially not so quickly. You’re strangers, after all and you’ve never even thought about having kids, especially not with your career, but having a baby at the height of it all with the man you’ve been crushing on for years just feels right. 

“Yes,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours as he helps you lie back. His clothes are off in a flash and he’s helping you take off your dress in the blink of an eye, taking a moment to take in just how beautiful you are. Oh, he’s going to love this. 

He lies on top of you slowly as he pushes inside of you, his hands finding yours as he begins to thrust, slowly at first, but once you get into a rhythm, you’re moving fast and hard, trying to keep up with each other as the only sounds that can be heard are your filthy moans and skin slapping against skin. 

Eddie is not shy about letting you know how hot he thinks this all is, that he’s actually obsessed with you potentially getting pregnant, how much he wants to fill you and it only makes you want his baby even more as the filthy words fall from his lips. 

“I like the way you fit,” you tell him as you run your hand over where you’re connected and his eyes darken as he watches you, pushing his cock even farther inside of you until he’s bottoming out. 

“Me too,” he rasps as he somehow moves even faster, even harder. “Fuck, I’m going to love filling you.” He leans down so that his lips are right by your ear, his breath making the hair on your arms raise. “Fuck, you’re gonna look so hot, sweetheart. I’m so honored that you asked me to do this, but how did you know I had a breeding kink?” He bites down on your earlobe before pulling away, so close to coming just by looking at your fucked out face. He’s already made a mess of you and he’s barely done anything. 

“Swear you’re going to be the death of me. When you showed up in that dress tonight, I swore I was done for. I mean, jesus, you have no idea what you do to me. When you dmed me tonight, swore I was going to explode in my pants. And by the way,” he leans down and presses another kiss to your lips. “The answer to your question is yes.” 

“What?” You ask through a breath. 

“You asked if my nickname “the freak” means that I’m willing to get freaky and the answer is yes.” He kisses you again and you feel even more dizzy and this time, it’s not from the alcohol. “But we can explore that some other time because right now, this is all about getting you knocked up.”

“You gonna make me Juno?” You asks as you buck your hips against his and you just know that he’s close. You can feel it. You can see it on his face as his eyes are practically rolling into the back of his head. 

“Fuck yes,” he whines as he begins to unload, still pounding into you as he orgasms, pumping in and out until he collapses on top of you, both of you absolutely spent, just lying there until he eventually pulls out and cleans the two of you up before climbing back into the bed, pulling you to his chest with a contented sigh. 

You lie discussing the possible future and there’s just something about being there that just feels right, almost as if it’s fate that brought the two of you together. Baby names are thrown back and forth as you both begin to feel tired. 

“Hey,” Eddie speaks up as you pull him closer to you, lying your head on his chest. 

“Hm?” You ask, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Juno would be a really cool song name,” he suggests and you laugh it off but you begin to think that maybe he’s onto something.

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My Fault London: Nick Leister headcannons

Note: All these headcannons are mature aka SPICY HEADCANNONS ✨Mentions of drinking! Afab reader! Step-Sister reader!

Nick Leister who… doesn’t really care that other people are around. He doesn’t mind being public with you, but it’s you who gets anxious. ‘What if someone sees us?’ ‘What if someone hears us?’ He doesn’t care. He does whatever he wants because he can. At social events, while everyone’s mingling about with their drinks and fake smiles, he’s face deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and drilling himself into you like no tomorrow. Backed up against a wall legs wrapped around his hips. He’s drinking up every sound you make, certain on easing your worries about getting caught while hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. He knows people will question him, ask him where he’s been and what he was doing. He wants to answer you, but he smiles and says he just needed a breath of fresh air.

Nick Leister who… waits for your mother and hid father to leave for the weekend, going on a business trip and ignoring their ‘Be careful! Be nice to each other!’ And oh is he nice, so nice because he takes his time kissing you through the kitchen, caging you against the countertop with his arms and hips, heated kiss so deep you don’t notice his hands shaking as they rest on your waist, just under the hem of your shirt. He’s so nice, letting you run your fingers through his hair, and groaning when you pull just right to make his head spin, nails raking against his scalp and he lives for it.

Nick Leister who… catches you trying on his clothes, a large shirt covering your frame. He watches from the doorway, watches you spin around in his shirt, a tie of his loosely around your neck. He grins when he realizes he likes the sight of you in his clothes more than he’d realized. He especially likes taking them off you. ‘They’re not yours, it’s only right I help you take it off. Don’t you think?’ He’ll lift the shirt off you, leaving you in a tie as he takes his time with you, showing you why you don’t go snooping (though for what it’s worth, you definitely don’t regret it after having his face between your thighs) He’ll get on his knees, looking up at you after asking where you need him most.

Nick Leister who… does whatever you ask of him. It starts with little things at first. ‘Can you pick me up from..?’ Or an occasional, ‘Can you pick up some coffee for me?’ Simple favors. Something only a good ‘house-mate’ would do. But he loves when you ask for help on other things. Like when you tip-toe into his room late at night once your parents have gone off to bed, large sleep shirt draped over you as you shyly knock on his door. He’ll let you in, buying the fake excuse that you ‘had a bad dream’ and let you stay in his bed. And he’ll help you all the same when you ask him to get you off, ripping off your panties faster than you can finish your question. He’s between your legs in an instant, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you pull him closer, grinding onto his face because his tongue is ‘oh-so-good’ and he grinds into the bed beneath him at your moans.

Nick Leister who… loves seeing you in that pretty bathing suit. Watching you run into the water, hair tied back and not a care in the world, running into the waves and letting the water roll off your skin when you call for him to join you. And he does, painfully and running as fast as he can as to avoid the questions about the growing tent in his pants. He’ll throw you under water, splash and grab you, but all he can think about is how much better you’d look when he takes it off you. And he does, finally after so many torturing hours of watching you run around in that little bikini. He’ll skip his fingers under the fabric, fingers working their way through your folds to get to where you need him most. He’ll kiss down your chest, nipping and biting at the skin like if his life depends on it, leaving little hickies and bite marks over the swell of your breast. He isn’t going to hide it. Doesn’t want too. He’ll push the fabric to the side, lowering his swim trunks just enough to get inside you, and fighting the urge to finish right then and there.

Nick leister who is just addicted to you <3

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Vox watched his companion closely after his own slip up. Near disastrous. And even now he could still feel his nerves buzzing with the manic energy the drug was seeping into his bloodstream. He had intended to go back to the kitchen for more- but after that- Vox was thinking about heading the other’s warning a bit closer.

Going easy on it. It had been several days. It wasn’t just a top off. It was more like ending a tolerance break.

He blinked several times and shook his head like he had hair in his face. Focus focus. Cool, calm, in control.

Vox smoothed his sweater down needlessly, and moved toward the bathroom to take his turn in getting ready. He didn’t have any products or pampering items but the hotel had a few staples.

He washed his face for the first time in a century or so which felt weird. Then used the water to try and smooth his hair back. Hoping it would dry how he wanted it too.

The one piece that was partially streaked red wouldn’t stay though. Insistent on leaning forward. The underside bright hibiscus red, and that made his blue brown hair look even more raven shaded by contrast.

Vox gave up after a few more tries grumbling about it and moved back out into the room with his posture much more alike how it was in hell. It felt weird getting ready without wearing a suit. He kept wanting to reach up and fix his bow tie or make sure his suit collar was sitting correctly since he couldn’t feel it.

He came back out to Alastor dropping the towel and starting to get dressed. A smarmy little smile snuck up despite himself, sparing an extra long glance before he finally continued his move into the kitchen. Taking a quick shot of the whiskey they had on the counter. (For the vitamins.) Then scrounged for his cigarettes and lighter before making his way back into the main room.

Just in time for the unexpected bomb that was going back— it jarred him how much it felt….. well jarring to think about.

Back to his routine. His head rejoiced. His safety. His control. His tools and influence and tower- and Val.

Why did it make his chest pinch like that. So much so that he stammered again.

“Ah.. ahyes.”

Or his company would be in shambles. Or it wouldn’t be a return to the comfort of his routine at all.

Vox seemed to visibly fight a panicked thought off. Unaware of it showing so pristinely on his face- even now. His own hand moved up to bracket against his temple. His pupils moving around like they were trying to avoid making eye contact with his thoughts.

“Yesyes..” he said again after he realized he didn’t even have any information to find out when would be the best time to plan their return anyway. What if now was the best time. Well they couldn’t go now. They could- he could- their contract was done. He had said three to five days. It had been three. And yet- he was drawn to this… isolated little cycle they had. It felt surreal. Untouchable.

But it would end. It also dawned on him he wished he would have appreciated it more. But that was much too sappy for Vox the media demon.

“Uh— excuse me.” He muttered like he had sneezed instead of verbally and physically zoned out.

“Whenever your business is complete. I won’t have you blaming me for cutting it short.” He added but it sounded dry and edgeless.

Then Vox lit his cigarette and seemed to once again bounce right back into his smooth recovery after the nicotine hit his lungs.

That one rogue hair leaning forward over his eyebrow like a red banner.

“So these that we’re visiting now- they live in an apartment..? Who are we hoping to find?” He exhaled his cloud

“Or is it the building…”

It was Vox’s turn to give a loud boisterous laugh as he watched the other scurry away like they hadn’t just slept, fucked, and then slept again stark naked. It was cute.

He paused to scrutinize his thoughts once Alastor was gone.

“And you’re weak.” He muttered to himself under his breath.

Vox pulled the cabinet open and pulled the little baggies out.

Oh bless that silly deer. There was a few options too.

He carried the baggy into the kitchen, still naked. He should probably get dressed. But this was absolutely priority.

Taking drugs has a tv, as one could imagine, involved some creativity. (He usually just ate it and damned be the consequences.) But as a person there was a right way to do things. So he did.

Making a little prep area and then pulled it right up through his nose. It had been- a hot century or so since he had done that. The dizziness hit him like a freight train but he just found himself giggling with the adrenaline. Then got more of the powder ready— space it out save some for later.

He paced around for a second. Pushed his hair back with both hands. Then found his clothes. And moved them to a different chair. Intent on getting dressed. At least soon. Vox put his boxers on.. Then pushed his hair back. Walked to the bathroom and peaked just enough to check on Alastor (see if he was still there.) Then walked away to the window. It was a nice view..

And walked back to the kitchen. That was long enough. The effects in snorting it weren’t immediate- but the adrenaline of doing it- and the anticipation was more than enough to get him going.

He pulled more up into his nose.. just a little bit. And started walking around again. Usually he had his phone to occupy him. Go cyberbully some people or wreak some havoc on Velvette’s socials. But he had nothing.

Vox walked back over to his clothes, taking a very deep breath, and started getting dressed. He only got as far as his socks and buttoning his pants up- when he paused again to go walk by the bathroom again.. just to make sure the other was still there. Not lingering really. Just enough to glimpse. Then back to his clothes.

They had poked a lot of angelic bears in the past few days. It had him thinking about his own contract barriers. He was skating closer and closer to them.

He finished getting dressed as Alastor came back out. All fresh and clean his deep skin glistening with the water flecks.

Vox’s mouth watered. But that didn’t mean anything.

He was fixing his cuffs as he approached the other.

“No no- relax with the cheating- I can’t skirt much closer to..” Vox did a very weird seemingly involuntary and unexpected pause and swallow. The drugs making him careless with his own secrets briefly. Depending on Alastor’s perceptiveness he might recognize the sort of loss of autonomy to keep talking.

It was over as fast as Vox could move on.

He waved one hand flippantly,

“They’re clean. I like my Voxtek sweater too much. I sent them to be laundered while you were in your shower.” Maybe a compliment would distract- and turned his back casually to retrieve the other’s pressed clothes that had been folded and left in the foyer. Previously intent on just gesturing. Now he wanted to fetch them.

He placed the stack on the bed when he returned and went back to fixing his other sleeve. Hoping they wouldn’t linger. It was one thing to weed out Alastor’s contracts- but he didn’t want his own skeletons toppling out of his closet.

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summer on the lake w/ jack hughes ⇨

jack hughes x reader

summary: jack hughes invites you to spend the summer at his lake house, hoping for a break from hockey life. as you both hang out by the water, kayak, and have late-night talks, you start to feel something more between you. when his brothers, luke and quinn, show up for the weekend, things get even more fun and chaotic. with the relaxed vibe of the house and the laughter of his family, you feel right at home. by the end of the summer, you realize it’s not just the lake house that’s special—it’s the start of something real with jack.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: kinda a slow burn, mild language, and light angst

a/n: my first fic omg!! i am so excited to finally start fic writing. leave any comments or suggestions in the comments and i hope you enjoy! send requests!!

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the warm summer breeze carried the scent of pine and fresh water through the tall trees that surrounded jack hughes' secluded lake house. the new jersey devils star had spent countless summers here in the past, the tranquil escape offering the perfect retreat from the high-paced life of professional hockey. but this summer felt different. with the end of another hard-fought season, jack was ready for a fresh start—a fresh start with you.

you had known jack for a few years now, meeting through a mutual friend, and after spending some time together last summer, the two of you had grown closer. it wasn’t a traditional friendship—at times it felt like something more, but neither of you had ever said anything. you had a comfortable bond, one that came easily, filled with laughter and late-night talks, but both of you had been hesitant to cross that line.

when jack had invited you up to his lake house for the summer, you had been hesitant at first. the idea of being stuck with one of the most successful player in the nhl in an isolated house on a lake sounded like something out of a dream, but you couldn’t help the anxiety creeping up in the pit of your stomach. what if things changed between you? what if that easy comfort was lost when there were only the two of you, day after day?

but there you were, standing in front of the house now, watching jack unloading his car from the deck. the lake sparkled in the distance, surrounded by the dense woods, making the place feel like a hidden paradise. the nerves settled a little as you spotted jack smiling at you from the front porch, a carefree, relaxed expression that you hadn’t seen in a while.

"hey," jack called, waving his hand as he jogged over. "you're here!"

you smiled, grateful for the ease he carried with him. "yeah, finally. this place is amazing."

"right? i love it here," jack replied, his voice full of pride. "it’s the perfect spot to relax, you know?"

as he dropped your bags onto the porch and ushered you inside, you could already feel the stress of your daily life start to dissipate. the house was exactly as you remembered it—a mix of rustic charm and modern comfort, with large windows that looked out over the lake. it felt like an oasis.

"can i get you something to drink? we’ve got everything stocked," jack asked, already digging through the kitchen. "want a beer or something? or i’ve got some iced tea."

"iced tea sounds perfect," you answered, setting your things down on the couch. jack returned with two glasses, handing you one as you both settled into the cozy living room.

"i’m glad you came up," jack said quietly, a little more serious than usual. "i know it’s kind of a big ask, but i think we’ll have a good time."

you nodded, taking a sip of the cold, sweet iced tea. "i’m glad i came, too."

jack leaned back on the couch, his usual relaxed posture taking over again. he looked comfortable, at ease, but there was something else in his eyes—a curiosity that hadn’t been there before. it was like he was waiting for something to shift.

"so, what do you think?" jack asked after a moment. "it’s just you and me here for the next couple of weeks, and i figure we should make the most of it."

"i think that sounds amazing," you replied with a smile. "what do you usually do when you’re here?"

"oh, you know," jack said with a grin. "i swim, kayak, go for a run in the mornings. but i’m sure we can find something fun to do. i’m open to whatever."

you both laughed, and for a moment, the nerves melted away. you were here for an adventure, and you were sure it would be the kind of summer you’d never forget.

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the next few days passed in a blur of sunshine, cool drinks, and lazy afternoons by the water. jack had shown you the lake, introducing you to his favorite spots—the hidden cove, the cliff that overlooked the vast expanse of blue. you had spent hours kayaking, the two of you racing to see who could get to the other side of the lake first, only to laugh when you both ended up falling into the water anyway. there were nights by the fire pit, roasting marshmallows and telling stories, the stars overhead so bright they seemed like they could touch you. the days were simple and full of joy, but something was starting to linger in the air, something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

it was on one of those lazy afternoons when the tension finally broke. jack had invited you for a walk down a trail near the lake, the sound of the water rippling beside you as you walked side by side in comfortable silence.

"this place is really special to me," jack said softly, his voice almost lost in the rustling of the trees.

"i can tell," you said, looking up at him with a soft smile. "it’s beautiful here. i can see why you love it so much."

jack glanced over at you, his expression a little more serious than usual. "it’s more than just the place. it’s like... i can just be myself here. no pressure, no distractions. just peace."

you nodded, unsure of how to respond to that, the weight of his words hanging between you. there was something intimate about what he had said, something raw. you had always seen jack as this happy-go-lucky hockey player with an easy smile and carefree attitude, but in that moment, you saw another side of him—one that longed for simplicity and connection.

"you know," jack continued, stopping in his tracks and turning to face you, "there’s something i’ve been meaning to say for a while now."

your heart skipped a beat. was this the moment? was he about to say what you’d both been dancing around since you’d gotten here? before you could open your mouth to ask, jack’s phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting off the moment.

"sorry," he said quickly, checking the screen. "it’s just my brother. he’s probably asking if i’m going to show up for the family bbq this weekend."

"don’t worry about it," you said, a little disappointed but understanding. "you should probably get back to him."

jack hesitated for a second, staring at his phone with an unreadable expression before slipping it back in his pocket. "actually, maybe i’ll just forget it for a bit," he said, a playful grin returning to his face. "we’re here. let’s enjoy the moment."

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later that week, jack’s brothers—luke and quinn—showed up for the weekend, bringing a whole new dynamic to the lake house. you had met them a few times before, but never in such a relaxed, laid-back environment. luke, the youngest brother, was full of energy, constantly trying to get jack to do something competitive, while quinn, the eldest, was a bit more reserved but just as charming in his own way. the house was suddenly buzzing with the chaos of their arrival.

"finally, you invited us up here!" luke said, tossing a bag on the porch and giving jack a playful shove. "figured we’d have to track you down to get some family time."

jack grinned, rolling his eyes. "you guys are lucky i actually like having you here."

"yeah, yeah, i’m sure," luke shot back, raising an eyebrow. "where’s your friend, though? didn’t think you'd come up here without them."

you stood a little awkwardly on the porch, unsure of how to respond, but jack gave you a quick glance and then a reassuring smile.

"they’re inside," jack said, nodding toward the door. "you’ll meet them soon enough."

"nice," luke said, his voice full of sarcasm. "we’ll give you two a minute, but the bbq is happening, and you can’t miss quinn’s famous ribs."

quinn smiled from the porch, his deep green eyes lighting up with a grin. "trust me, you’ll want to be there. nobody does ribs like me."

"we’re coming, don’t worry," jack said, clapping quinn on the back as he walked inside to grab a few things. luke followed suit, but you were left standing there for a moment, taking in the sound of the lake and the easy laughter that echoed through the air.

jack’s brothers had this effortless, playful vibe that immediately made you feel comfortable, like you had known them for years. the conversation was light, the jokes were easy, and it felt like family, even though you weren’t technically a part of it—yet.

as the evening went on, the bbq was in full swing, and the tension from earlier in the week seemed to disappear entirely. you found yourself laughing with the three brothers as they tried to one-up each other with ridiculous stories and impromptu challenges. jack’s laughter was contagious, and you couldn’t help but feel more and more at home with each passing hour.

later, after everyone had eaten their fill and the fire was crackling in the pit, you and jack stood by the water, quietly watching the sunset. luke and quinn had disappeared inside, leaving you two alone again.

"how’s it been so far?" jack asked, his voice soft.

"honestly?" you said, turning to look at him. "i didn’t think i’d have this much fun. your brothers are pretty great."

jack smiled, his expression a little more serious than usual. "i’m glad you’re here. they really like you, by the way."

you laughed. "i like them too. they’re... a lot."

"yeah," jack said with a chuckle. "but they’re good guys. and it’s nice to have you here with me. it feels... right."

the air between you shifted again, and for the first time all week, you could feel the distance between you closing. jack’s words were simple, but they carried so much weight. the summer, the lake house, his brothers—it all felt like it was leading to something bigger.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, you turned to jack, the words on the tip of your tongue. this moment, this summer, was something you’d never forget. and, maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something real.

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the summer at jack’s lake house was more than just a vacation. it was a turning point. the days spent by the water, the laughter shared with his brothers, and the quiet moments between you and jack—it all came together, and it felt like the start of something much bigger. something full of possibility. and with each passing day, you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

[writing-flower]

“ Between life and death, death is tempting ”

First act: “From the roots”

Chapter II: “Dancing with fabric (and glances).”

WARNING: Panic attack

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I was on a stage, too big to be a normal one or at least that was my perspective. I was wearing my suit, with the fans in my hands as the fabric touched the floor.

There was no one by my side, I was alone.

There was no one in the seats in the audience either, not a single person to watch me dance at that moment.

I let out a sigh. I started dancing.

The music in my head started playing but now it also started to be heard on the stage. slowly. Little by little. The music continued to grow.

I moved with the fabric of the fans that slowly became longer and longer.

I reached a point where I could no longer appreciate what was in front of me, I could no longer feel the cold floor of the theater.

But the lights. They were getting brighter as the music came to an end.

They wrapped me up in such a soft way, it was so suffocating.

I always wanted to be in the spotlight, to be the leader, to be the one leading the dance.

Why does it feel so different now?

I fell to my knees at the same time that the music slowly stopped along with that voice that made me remember that everything was a dream.

I hadn't realized how big the fan fabric was now, so long that it reached to the ends of the stage, The skirt also grew now it was so long and big that I couldn't stand up because of the weight of the fabric on my waist.

It shouldn't have been heavy, but it was.

It's too big for me.

When the fan fabric stopped, I fixed my gaze on the audience.

The only lights were above me, they moved where I was going but never where I wanted.

I couldn't shine light on them. I wanted to shine light on them to see their faces.

What expressions will they have? Are they waiting for me to keep dancing? Even though I can't get up, they want me to continue with the show?

Just talk, say it.

I will, just please...

Stop

Looking

at me.

[Name] immediately gets up from her bed feeling her heart beating quickly and painfully, her feet were numb as were her arms.

While she was sitting in her bed, she tried to relax. Is this what people call "lucid dreaming"?

When she finally felt her legs and arms move just a little to get used to it, it felt like a million ants were walking on her limbs.

She sighed and then tried to get up, she managed it but a little wobbly.

She grabbed a towel along with a set of clothes to go to the bathroom.

She loved her new room, I think it would be more accurate to call it her fiveteenth room.

Compared to the previous one, which was already starting to be quite small for her and too childish, in an attempt to free up her room a bit as she ran out of space.

She found a not so small door in the ceiling, she could barely open it and saw the enormous space that had moved to that hidden part of the mansion.

But obviously being a attic, it didn't have a bathroom, that was the only thing [Name] regretted.

Once she could feel her arms and feet much better she opened the attic door and carefully went down the stairs.

"What are you doing up there, little one?"

[Name] almost fell down the stairs from the fright, she immediately looked back even though she was on the stairs to...

"First with the child...and now with the hypocrite." [Name] thought, trying not to frown, well, not so much.

"Dick, you scared me!" She did her best to fake that squeaky voice she remembers.

And thank goodness it worked. Except for one small detail.

Dick frowned.

"Dick?"

"Did something happen? Or why that face?" She finally came down from the stairs and with a little force, she pushed the stairs up and in turn closed the attic door with a small 'click'.

"What face?"

"Well, you know, that confused face..." She smiled slightly, but inside her head she was analyzing him, exactly his expression.

Dick genuinely had a face of confusion hidden, he was smiling and using his body to express otherwise.

But his eyes narrowed for a few moments before she asked about his expression.

"Oh! Don't worry little one, It's just that I've never seen that attic, and with good reason."

Dick walked past [Name] and checked the entrance to the attic better, either tensely or intentionally the entrance was very well camouflaged.

[Name] nodded. "I thought you'd be in Bludhaven by now."

"I decided to stay a few days, mostly to rest." [Name] nodded again, keeping that small smile. "And you didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

Dick laughed at her confusion.

"What were you doing up there?"

[Name] opened her mouth slightly and then closed it instantly, What the hell could she say?

"Umm, well, I was looking for some things for my dance classes!"

"Your dance classes?"

"Yep! When I found that place I started using it as a place to store some clothes or supplies that they sometimes ask us for in class." This time the tone was a little shriller, it was a mix between the voice she was faking and the nervousness of being caught.

Dick only looked at her for a few moments before instantly lowering the attic door without breaking his gaze.

"First, it's bad to lie to your brother and second, you're a very bad liar, little one." Dick smiled before carefully climbing the stairs, frowning at the unsteady ladder.

[Name] just sighed in frustration. "Let's see, how the fuck did Dick fucking Grayson know I'd be here?" She didn't say anything, nothing came out of her mouth.

Dick on the other hand was greatly surprised by what was inside, two mattresses one on top of the other, a nightstand, two not so large trunks accompanied by drawers to store clothes.

There were some hand-painted colorful bottles hanging in the higher parts of the attic, surely her creations.

The only lights illuminating the place were the skylight, a row of light bulbs, and the lamp on the nightstand.

It was a room.

Why would his sister sleep here?

Why didn't he know this?

Why...she didn't tell him about this?

"[Name]" He called her but there was no answer.

He turned around and with a leap landed in the hallway of the mansion, leaving the attic.

Only to realize she was gone.

"Shit..." He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up a bit. "Was this always her room?.."

Of course not.

And that was what was causing him an uncomfortable stomach ache.

He glanced at the attic that was still open, his curiosity got the better of him again, he went back in.

But this time he looked more closely at the "room."

The lights were off leaving only the skylight as a light source, it felt quite comfortable actually.

The orange and yellow light of dawn began to stream even further through the skylight, starting to flood some parts of the room with its light.

But the moment the light reached a certain angle of the room, everything lit up with colors, distracting Dick a little.

The lights from the bottles illuminated the rest of the room, which was still dark.

Now the whole room was illuminated without even a single artificial light switch on. Dick stood admiring for several long minutes the little light show his sister had created.

That admiration turned into something else when he noticed that on top of one of the trunks was a medium-sized box.

He walked over slowly, grabbed the box and sat down on the makeshift bed.

A long skirt and a very long fabric was the first thing she saw, but what caught her attention was the only colored fabric that was in that box.

Two fans with gradients of warm colors, yellow, orange and red. Red was what remained the most on both fans.

"This is what Alfred gave you...I don't think it's suitable for a girl of your age-"

Wait.

"How old are you?."

[Name] arrived at the bathroom tired from running, well, now she has to get away from Dick, how ironic.

"Oh. My. GOD." She immediately leaned against the bathroom wall and slowly lowered herself until she ended up sitting.

She brought her hands to her hair, ruffling it quite a bit.

"Will this affect anything? I mean, technically do I travel back in time, or am I reincarnated? IT DOESN'T MATTER." She jumped back up and began pacing back and forth.

"Actions have consequences, allowing Dick into my room will surely change something..." [Name] stopped instantly.

"In fact... he, no, no one, found that place, at no time during my childhood until I left...What did I do?-"

Her breathing gradually began to become more agitated than before.

She felt her palms getting sweatier than before, she felt like she had been punched in the stomach and all the air she had been knocked out of her but she couldn't get it back no matter how hard she tried.

Gradually her legs as well as her hands began to shake, she didn't feel it because she was so lost in her head until she fell to the floor.

Her legs gave out as she trembled and she brought her hands to her chest. She felt dizzy.

Ten minutes passed, she still felt the trembling in her hands but her legs stopped shaking, she was still kneeling on the floor.

The dizziness disappeared but the result was a sharp headache.

"Shit...and I have to go to school." She muttered as she tried to stand up with the help of the sink. "Please, just for today, no more surprises."

"Whoever is behind this, leave me the surprises when I find a way to get back and leave here..."

If there is any way. Safe.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

real life. l Joel Miller

Summary: maybe this was the life you were both waiting for

Warnings: some sad, but a lot of fluff, some smut at the end (+18), worries; Ellie and Tommy mention, mention of pregnancy

A/N: I'm very glad that you received the previous chapter so well. I think many of us are waiting for a happy ending. This chapter is something different, I hope you'll be gentle with me. I've seen lately that many new people are reading this series. I'd love to know what you think.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

He saw her again, she was just as he remembered her. For the first time in a long time, he dreamed of her differently. More alive, happier.

He was home again, and everything was as it should be, and she was there too. Damn, he could feel her so well as if she was really standing right next to him. A smile lit up her face, she gazed at him with feistiness but also love.

"She's waiting for you in the garden." Sarah said.

He looked out the window and saw a familiar silhouette. You were standing in the middle of the lawn, your face turned to the sun, so beautiful. He smiled and looked back at his daughter.

"She'll understand. She understands everything." he replied, stroking the girl's cheek. "I miss you so much, baby girl."

"I know." she snuggled into his hand, narrowing her eyes. "I'll always be here for you."

Sometimes he dreamed of Sarah as a little child, sometimes you were with them and everything seemed so natural, so normal, like it was a life he had experienced. Joel couldn't remember when he had started dreaming like that, but he didn't want to think about it. A soothing feeling filled him and he felt lighter.

"So I can count on you? Joel?"

"What?" he looked at her a little confused.

"You seem a little distracted." Hazel smiled. "I asked if you'd come over and take a look at the sink."

He didn't quite remember what they were talking about. It was a nice day, warm and sunny. Joel had just left the Tipsy Bison where he'd met Tommy and was about to join you across the street where you were shopping, when Hazel stopped him. And even though the woman was talking to him, his eyes and thoughts kept wandering to you.

He noticed you talking to the woman behind the counter. There was something about your movements, something that caught his attention. Joel couldn't help himself lately and often, when he watched you, he realized one thing - you were carrying his child. That thought consumed him completely.

“I’ll send Barry over to you, he’ll handle it,” he said finally, giving Hazel a quick look.

The woman had a disappointed look on her face. “I’d rather you handle this. I trust you.”

His gaze wandered back to you, you were putting bread and some fruit in the basket. "And I trust Barry. He'll show up today."

And before Hazel could answer, he headed across the street.

He entered the store before you could even realize it, nodded to the woman behind the cash register and quickly reached for the basket, almost ripping it out of your hand.

"Jesus! Joel." You sighed, rolling your eyes. "You scared me."

"You shouldn't be lifting." He muttered quietly so the saleswoman wouldn't hear.

"It's not that heavy. Come on."

"No." He grabbed it tighter and placed his other hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the building. "I hope your stubbornness isn't genetic, because I'm going to go completely gray because of you."

He did it again. Completely unconsciously. You didn't talk much about the baby or the pregnancy. Joel was relieved that you didn't insist on taking part in the patrols, but you still didn't talk much about it. Less than two weeks had passed, everything was still fresh.

"Let her get used to it. She's been through a lot, and now this." Tommy said when Joel confided in him about the situation between you "She must be scared."

“I know.” Joel nodded. “But I can’t stop thinking it’s my fault. I want her to know I’m there for her.”

It was a quiet evening. Rain was lightly pattering against the windowsill, and you were curled up on the couch, reading a book you found in the Jackson library. Ellie managed to get out of the house before the rain started, and the place fell silent. Until.

You didn't recognize it at first, but soon your keen ear caught the first notes. The old record player you had in the hallway was playing music. You turned around and saw Joel.

"I found this a while ago. It's old, but maybe you'll like it." he said, and then he walked up to you, extending his hand to you "Will you dance with me, babe?"

It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see, I've always been a fighter But without you, I give up

You wordlessly grabbed his hand, letting him pull you into his solid body. Warm lips brushed your temple as you slid your fingers through the hair that fell to the back of his neck. You swayed gently to the rhythm of the next words.

I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always

"I know you're scared. I am too." His quiet voice echoed in your ear. "But we're in this together."

"What if I can't handle it? What if I'm not cut out to be a mother?" you asked quietly.

These questions must have been worrying you for a long time, because Joel felt your voice tremble. He hugged you tighter so that you could feel his heartbeat.

"You're already doing everything to keep him safe. I know what you're like. You'll be the best mother to him. Or her."

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

He heard your quiet sobbing and his heart skipped a beat. You'd buried all your fears and worries so deeply that only now did Joel realize what you had to deal with. If he was afraid of whether you'd be safe, then you had to create this child and give birth to it. 

He remembered when Sarah was little, he remembered the sleepless nights and colic when he spent hours massaging her belly and she cried. He remembered when her teeth were coming out, or when she first got sick. But the world was different then.

"I'm with you on this, baby. I give myself completely to you. Remember that. You’re not alone."

If you told me to cry for you, I could If you told me to die for you, I would Take a look at my face There's no price I won't pay To say these words to you

You woke up feeling his hand on your belly, under your shirt tenderly lying where new life should be hidden. The quiet snoring was evidence that Joel was doing it unconsciously.

Ever since you found out about the pregnancy, you felt fear above all. You knew that Joel was on your side, that Ellie was delighted. Recently, even Tommy quietly mentioned that if you needed anything, he and Maria were ready to lend a helping hand. The people closest to you were with you, but fear settled in your heart and wouldn't leave you.

You never saw yourself as a mother. Or maybe you never had the opportunity to consider such a situation? God only knew. And then Joel and Ellie appeared on your path, your life took on new colors. You were no longer lonely, you had them. And although it wasn't always nice, although there were also difficult moments, you were together. So maybe now it all made sense too?

You turned gently and looked at Joel's sleeping face. The wrinkle between his eyebrows seemed softer to you, you saw all the small wrinkles on his face too, the gray hair intertwined with the darker ones, the lips that you adored so much.

You loved him. You were as sure of it as the fact that the sun rose every morning. This guy was your everything and most importantly - he wanted everything with you.

You gently touched his cheek, Joel quivered. Old habits are hard to break. You smiled, stroking his stubbled cheek and feeling his hand now resting on your lower back move slightly.

A quiet groan escaped his chest. "Go to sleep."

"I can't." you replied quietly. "You snore terribly."

He lifted his eyelid slightly, looking at you indignantly. "I don't snore."

"Yes, you do."

Joel sighed and turned onto his back, rubbing his face with his hand. He sighed when he felt you snuggle up to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He liked mornings like this, although he deliberately pretended to be grumpy.

Your warm body lying so close to his, your soft skin. Damn, he loved it all.

"Joel?" your voice was still hoarse from sleep, but he heard it clearly.

"Mhmm." he mumbled without even opening his eyes.

"I was thinking..." you started and suddenly moved, before Joel could react you were already lying on him with your arms resting on either side of his head. He opened his eyes slightly and waited. "I was thinking that since I can't be more pregnant, then..."

"Stop right there." he mumbled, placing his hands on your hips "You'll be more pregnant. You'll be much bigger, darling."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "Okay, but what I mean is... I meant that if you wanted to, maybe we could... You know." you made a small circle with your hips and felt his manhood twitch. You smiled mischievously.

"Christ!" Joel moaned "You're serious."

You nodded, your messy hair falling over your face. "You know, now you can finish inside me without worry. You can't knock me up any more..."

He frowned and looked at you seriously. "You're not kidding?"

You shook your head. "It's been a while. After all this happened... I miss you. Your closeness..."

"Fuck, I miss you too." He replied and lifted his head, capturing your lips in his.

It was one of those kisses when you were happy and horny at the same time. You kissed him back in an instant and soon your tongues were tangled and his strong hands were gripping your buttocks tighter. 

Damn, he wanted you like never before. Not only because you haven't had sex since you saw the two lines on the test, let's be honest - sex wasn't on your mind then, but now a lot of things between you have become clear and even more bonds have been created that have connected you to each other.

You wanted to feel him with your whole being, you wanted to make love to Joel and show how much he meant to you, but also to feel the same love from him. 

His warm skin beneath your fingertips, the soft groans that filled the bedroom in the early morning… Yes, this was real life. And while you might as well have been stranded in the middle of nowhere with him, you were tangled in the sheets with Joel, moaning softly as he moved inside you. Gently at first, like he was afraid he might hurt you.

"You won't break me, Joel. I'm all yours."

That was enough for him. His movements were strong and decisive. He thrust in and out of you, taking your breath away. Your body submitted to him, and he took and gave at the same time.

And then, as you collapsed next to each other, trying to calm your breathing and your racing hearts, Joel thought he had never felt so alive around anyone before.

☆☆☆☆

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[fangirlmermaid]

hii can i please request the ‘going to an away game, they took one of your necklaces’ with matt rempe??

btw love your work

Thank you so much!!

I'm so sorry it took forever to get out. I went on vacation and then I got sick. I also wrote part of this when I was sick

Warning: little to no proof-read, grammar, and punctuation mistakes

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Matt finished preparing to take a plane to play against the Tampa Bay Lightning.

It was early in the morning, so he was trying to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t disturb you. He didn't realize you woke up when he got out of bed since he was your heat source.

“Matty,” you called in a hushed, sleepy tone. Matt turned to see you leaning against the headrest, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Matt felt his lips twitch. How was he supposed to leave you?

He walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Go back to bed.” Matt cupped your cheek, and you leaned against his touch, making his heart swell. He wished he could bring you with him. Matt pulled you into a soft, lingering kiss.

You lay back down. “I love you,” you mumbled. Matt tucked you back in. “I love you more,” he smiled, kissing your forehead. His gaze softened at the sight of you—not in a creepy way, of course, but lovingly. You looked so peaceful and beautiful. You had him wrapped around your finger.

He wishes he could take a piece of you with him.

Matt’s eyes landed on your tree jewelry stand on your makeup vanity. An idea popped into his head: It drives him crazy how much power you hold over him. Matt walked toward your vanity and looked at your collection of necklaces. You had a fun assortment. Then his eyes landed on a simple (color of your choice) necklace with a pendant bearing the letter of your first name.

He wanted his good luck charm there but having something of yours was better than nothing.

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You sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV watching the game. You played with the sleeves of your Rempe jersey, praying to the hockey gods that he wouldn’t get into a fight.

Your thoughts stopped when Matt got the puck. The closer he got to the opposing team's net, the faster your heart raced. The clock was ticking before intermission.

He shot the puck into the net, and you jumped off the couch, cheering. You were so proud of him.

The camera showed your boyfriend skating towards his teammates pumping a fist into the air. His teammates on the ice hugged him and tapped on his helmet.

Once his teammates gave Matt space he pulled out something and pressed it against his lips. You squint your eyes to see what was in his hand.

You gasped when you saw Matt wearing one of your necklaces. Your cheeks started hurting from how badly you were smiling, not to mention how you loved seeing him wearing it, claiming that he was proud to be your boyfriend.

You pulled out your phone.

Love of my life<3

My necklace looks good on you. Never take it off.

Toothpicks<3

You know I need my good luck charm with me at every game ;)

It was cheesy but effective

Love of my life<3

I love you, but seriously though never take the necklace off!

Toothpicks<3

I love you more! Don't worry there's nothing that will get me to make this off

[masorciereviolette]

T.W.O.G: In The Shadows She Lingers…….

Pairing: Post Salem Agatha Harkness x Reader // Agatha x Reader x Rio

Warnings: Explict, Graphic Descriptions of Sexual Content, Graphic Cunnilingus, Teasing, Pervy Rio, Agatha revels at the attention tho, Possessive Behavior, Dom/Sub Behavior but it’s really just the reader at the mercy of these two psychopaths, Agatha is a warning on her own stg. This would be several months after the initial meeting. I’ll be uploading another chapter, showcasing some sweet // vulnerable moments between the three ladies soon!!!

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Here's the next extended chapter, I hope you enjoy it!! Ts is LITERALLY just straight filth ngl ✋🏽😭

Summary: What starts as another sensual night with Agatha quickly turns into a game of taunting & submission once you realize you have an observer watching in the shadows…..

The warmth of Agatha’s body against yours was dizzying, her mouth hot and insistent trailing soft kisses across your chest, her fingers trailing over your skin with lazy, practiced ease.

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering embers in the hearth of your shared bedroom, the air thick with the scent of magic and something smokier—desire, want, a hunger that neither of you had ever been good at tempering.

Kissing her way up your throat and across your jaw, her teeth grazed your lower lip before she bit down, just enough to make you gasp, just enough to make you feel it.

She laughed into the kiss, low and wicked, her nails scraping down your sides, teasing.

“You’re distracted,” she murmured, breath ghosting against your mouth. “That won’t do.”

You barely had time to react before she was on you again, pressing you back against the bedding, stealing the air from your lungs with the sheer force of her kiss.

Heat pooled low in your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter, your fingers tangling in thick waves of her hair, pulling her closer, needing more.

And then—A shift. Something—changed.

You felt it before you saw it, the familiar and unmistakable prickle of awareness along your spine.

The weight of a gaze. Watching. Waiting.

You stiffened—just slightly, just enough that Agatha felt it too.

Her lips stilled against yours, her fingers frozen where they had been tracing delicate, teasing patterns along your naked hip. For a brief second, neither of you moved.

Then—She smiled.

Slow. Deliberate.

Not in amusement.

Not in surprise.

But in delight.

“She’s here, isn’t she?” Agatha murmured, her lips brushing your jaw, her voice smooth, rich with satisfaction.

Your stomach twisted.

Because you knew who she meant.

Rio.

You didn’t need to turn to see her.

Didn’t need to look.

Because you felt her.

Lurking. Waiting.

Enjoying the show.

And instead of pulling away—

Instead of stopping—

You let yourself linger.

Let Agatha’s hands continue their slow, teasing descent down your body.

Let your head tilt just slightly, exposing more of your throat, as if offering yourself up like something meant to be devoured.

If she was watching—if she was truly watching—then you might as well make it worth her while.

Agatha caught on instantly.

Because of course she would’ve.

Her smirk sharpened, dark amusement flickering behind her gaze as she ran her tongue along the seam of your lips before moving lower, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your jaw. Her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head further, truly putting you on display.

For her.

For Rio.

Your breath hitched.

Agatha hummed in satisfaction. “Now, that’s interesting.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm your nerves as you lay tangled with Agatha. The air was thick with tension and anticipation.

Agatha looked like a goddess, blue eyes glinting with mischief as she smiled down at you, a wicked curve that promised all sorts of sinful delights. Her long hair tumbled around her shoulders like a dark waterfall.

She smirked confidently, enjoying the effect she had on you. "You're playing with fire, little witch," Agatha purred grinding her hips down slowly, voice low and intimate despite the presence of the third. "The both of you are testing the limits of my patience."

Agatha's gaze flicked to where Rio lingered in shadows, taking in her predatory stance, the gleam of interest in her eyes. She turned back to you, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a slow, easy smirk playing at her lips.

But her eyes—

Oh, her eyes told a different story.

They flickered between you and Agatha, dark with something unreadable. Something hot.

Something possessive.

Agatha didn’t pull away from you.

Didn’t even flinch.

If anything, she preened.

Her fingers dragged lower, her lips still close to your throat as she exhaled, lips curling into something knowing.

“You don’t have to lurk in the shadows, darling,” she purred, fingers tracing along the bare skin of your collarbone. “We know you like to watch.”

Silence.

And then—

Rio chuckled.

Low. Indulgent.

“Oh, querida,” she murmured, stepping closer, her voice like silk, smooth and deliberate. “I don’t watch-”

She tilted her head, eyes dragging over Agathas exposed form currently slotted between your quivering thighs, slow and lingering, before flickering back.

“I admire…”

Agatha laughed softly, pressing a final kiss to your skin before turning her gaze fully toward Rio, her smirk growing sharper.

“See?” she mused , dragging a single finger down the length of your throat & all the way down your torso, nails scraping light as a feather. “She likes this….”

Your breath hitched, heat curling low in your stomach. Because she wasn’t just talking about Rio anymore. She was talking about you.

Rio hummed, taking another slow step forward closer to the bed, just close enough for the space between you to feel too small.

Close enough that you could feel the weight of her gaze against your skin.

Close enough that you knew, without a doubt, she had felt every moment of what you had just done.

And she liked it.

“This is interesting,” Rio mused, her voice quieter now, heavier. Her gaze flickered over you, considering. Assessing.

“I wonder…” she trailed off, letting the words linger, waiting to see who would bite first.

Agatha did.

Her smirk deepened, her fingers ghosting along the edge of your underwear teasingly.

“Oh, don’t be shy, darling,” she murmured, voice rich with wicked pleasure. “If you have a question—ask it.”

Rio’s lips curled.

Slow. Indulgent.

And something in her eyes—

Something dark.

Something dangerous.

Told you that she would.

The air in the room thickened, a quiet electricity crackling between the three of you, charged and waiting to ignite.

Rio took her time, every step deliberate as she closed the distance. Agatha remained sprawled against you, relaxed and composed, as if she had orchestrated this moment from the start.

Her fingers still traced absentminded patterns along your skin, her touch featherlight, but her attention was fixed on Rio now, a predator meeting another predator’s gaze.

“I wonder,” Rio murmured again, stopping at the edge of the bed. Her fingers grazed the carved wood, a lazy caress that sent a shiver racing down your spine. She let the silence stretch, let the anticipation coil tighter.

And then—

“What will you do,” she mused, her voice rich and slow, “when you realize I don’t like to be taunted?”

The words hit like a spark to kindling.

Agatha didn’t tense, didn’t waver. She only tilted her head, considering, amusement flickering behind her bright eyes. “And here I thought you enjoyed the show,” she purred.

Rio smiled, but it wasn’t kind. It was sharp, knowing. Possessive.

“Oh, I did,” she assured, and you felt the heat of her gaze settle on you once more, lingering like a touch.

“But appreciation,” she leaned forward, close enough that the warmth of her breath ghosted over your skin, “is not the same as permission.”

Your stomach twisted, a delicious kind of anticipation curling in your gut.

Agatha only laughed, utterly unbothered, utterly delighted. “Possessive little thing, aren’t you?” she mused, trailing her fingers lower, her touch just barely brushing over the thin barrier of fabric covering you.

Your breath caught.

Rio’s gaze darkened.

She reached out then, slow, measured, her fingers catching Agatha’s wrist before she could go further. Not rough, not forceful—but firm.

Agatha raised a brow, intrigued.

You felt caught in the space between them, in the unspoken challenge passing through the air.

Rio dragged Agatha’s hand away, but didn’t let go. Instead, she lifted it between them, studying the delicate bones of her wrist, the way her pulse fluttered beneath smooth, unbothered skin. Then, with a dark smile, she turned it over and pressed a kiss to the inside of it.

A taunt. A promise. A warning.

Agatha’s lips parted, her gaze flickering just slightly—surprise, intrigue, approval.

Rio leaned closer, her eyes drinking in every delectable detail of your entwined forms, an appreciative hum escaping her lips.

"Mmm, Agatha," she purred, her voice a caress in the darkened room. "Always so greedy, aren't you? Keeping the best spoils for yourself-"

She kneeled right beside you on the bed now, a figure draped in dark green robes, her hair a wild mane of dark waves. The air around her seemed to shimmer and blur with heat, hinting at the immense power coiled within.

Rio reached out her hand, fingers tipped with wickedly sharp nails, trailing along your hip, over the curve and dips of your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Agatha didn't protest, didn't pull you away. "But I must say, querida, you do look rather...delectable. Spread out like this."

Rio smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief and hunger. "Doesn't she, Agatha?"

She leaned in closer, her face inches from yours now, you could smell a hint of dark spices and earth clinging to her skin, an intoxicating mix of power and danger. "Such a pretty little plaything you've found. I'm surprised you'd share-"

She dragged a finger down your stomach then, leaving a tingling ache in its path. "But I suppose I can forgive you that transgression...this time." A wicked grin spread across her face. "Perhaps I could be persuade to play with you both?"

And when Rio's attention turns to back you, you feel an electric thrill course through your body as her piercing brown eyes lock with yours, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her full lips. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a husky purr

"Mmmm, it seems our dear Agatha has been keeping such a pretty secret from me, cariño. No matter, I do so love uncovering the truth, piece by delectable piece." Rio's fingertips trail feather-light down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Tell me, sweetheart, what is it about you that has our villainous vixen so... enamored? Is it these luscious curves," her hand boldly cups your breast, squeezing, "or perhaps this vivacious spirit, so ripe and full of life?"

Rio chuckled darkly, her fingers tracing maddening patterns on your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Oh, I think it's this spirited fight you put up—" Rio purred, her voice a velvet caress even as her words dripped with malice. "Not that it will do you any good in the end, cariño. In fact, it just makes breaking you all the more delicious."

She leans in to breathe in your scent, a dark chuckle rumbling from her chest. "I can practically taste it, mi amor. And I must have more." Rio's lips brush the shell of your ear as she whispers

Her hand slid lower, over your belly and down your thigh currently draped around Agatha’s hip, squeezing and kneading your flesh possessively. Rio's eyes flicked to meet yours, boring into you with a hypnotic intensity.

"I'm going to take my time with you, sweetheart. peeled away layer by tantalizing layer until there's nothing left but a mewling, desperate little creature, craving only my touch."

Rio crawled up on to the bed skillfully slipping behind you. She pulled you backwards to rest between her legs, your back firmly pressed against her chest. A dark queen surveying her prize.

"I wonder just how much of that pretty spirit will remain once we've fucked you stupid, hmm?" Her fingers slipped lower down your hips, squeezing the soft skin with a wry smirk.

Rio skimmed her fingers up your stomach before squeezing your breasts. She palmed the soft mounds roughly, fingers sinking into your plush flesh as she pinched and rolled your nipples between clever digits.

Dipping her head down to the column of your neck, she drew the warm skin of your pulse point into her mouth, suckling greedily as if to mark you, to lay claim to your body as her own.

Agatha watched through hazy eyes, panting harshly as Rio teased you ruthlessly. After a few moments your needy whimpers broke the spell.

She grinned wickedly before crawling closer to you, slowing lifting your ankle up pressing a tender kiss to the warm skin.

Closing the small distance she alternated between soft nips a slow kisses down the inside of your leg, until she reach your inner thigh, choosing then to suck a trail a dark and no doubt lasting, marks to her desired destination.

Guiding your leg over her shoulder, she slotted herself back between your spread thighs Trailing her nose across your cloth-covered sex, she felt the dampness, knowing their touches and words weren't in vain.

You gasped softly at the intimate contact, your hips subtly tilting up seeking more. You watched panting softly, as she settled between your legs. You squirmed beneath her impatiently, one hand fisting in the blanket beside you.

Taking the thin fabric between her fingers and teeth she ripped the offending garment open & off, revealing her sweet prize. The sight of your glistening folds, slick and swollen begging for her touch, made her mouth water.

Agatha smirked up at you devilishly as a small gasp tore from your lips. Swiftly pinning your hips down to the bedding she licked a long, deliberate stripe up your weeping slit, roughly sucking your clit between her lips, rolling her tongue around it slowly, revealing it the way your whimpering has ceased—replaced by high pitched filthy moans.

Rio gripped your breasts harder as Agatha feasted on your needy cunt, kneading the soft flesh roughly. She could feel your nipples hardening into stiff peaks against her palms, could hear the desperate moans spilling from your lips as agatha ate you out with wild abandon

"Fuck, look at her go," Rio purred, rolling and tugging at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. "She's fucking drooling all over your pussy sweetheart-"

Agatha licked and suckles hungrily at your aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue before drawing it back between her lips and suckling hard, sending jolts of electric pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Fuck, you taste divine-“ Agatha growled against your sex, the vibrations of her voice only intensifying the sensation. “I could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get enough-“

She punctuated her words by thrusting her tongue deep inside your fluttering entrance, fucking into you with long, deliberate strokes. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading you even wider, holding you open for her relentless assault

Rio nibbled and sucked at your neck, determined to leave marks, to brand you as theirs. “Look at you, falling apart so beautifully for us. I love seeing you like this, spread open, completely at our mercy.” She hummed against your skin.

Agatha lapped and suckled at your clit with wild abandon, the obscene sounds of your arousal filling the room. She could feel your walls starting to flutter, your body tensing as she pushed you closer to the edge.

“That's it bunny, Come all over my face like the desperate little whore you are-“

She attacked your clit with renewed fervor, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves harshly as she plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your weeping channel. She pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that specific spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

Your body convulsed wildly as the intense stimulation became too much to bear, a scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat.

Your inner walls clamped down viciously around Agatha's invading fingers, rippling and gushing as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave.

Agatha growled in satisfaction against your spasming sex, not letting up her assault for a single moment. She continued to suckle and thrust, prolonging your climax, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your shaking form.

"Fuck yes, scream for us," Rio purred darkly in your ear, feeling your body writhe against hers. "Let anyone listening know just who you belong to”

As your climax began to subside, Agatha slowly withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth to suck your essence from them. "Delicious," she purred, her voice low and rough with lust.

She crawled up your body, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on her lips and tongue.

Agatha smirked against your lips, feeling your body tremble and quake from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. She didn't release you from the passionate kiss, her tongue plundering your mouth, sharing your intimate essence and leaving you breathless.

Pulling back slightly, Agatha's eyes glinted with wicked promise as she gazed down at your disheveled form. Strands of your hair clung to your sweat-dampened forehead and your chest heaved with each ragged breath. The sight of you, freshly fucked and panting, only spurred on her depraved desires.

"Look at you, coming undone so beautifully for us," Agatha purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble. "This is just the beginning, sweetheart. We're going to make you come over and over again until you forget your own name, until all you can think about is the feeling of our fingers, our tongues, burying inside this desperate cunt."

She trailed a hand down your body, fingers skimming over the soft swells of your breasts, your stomach, before coming to rest at the top of your thigh. Agatha traced small circles around your overly sensitive clit, making you shiver and gasp.

"Rio and I are going to take our time exploring every inch of this gorgeous body, discovering all the secret spots that make you moan and writhe. And once we've learned you completely, we'll use that knowledge to make you scream."

She punctuated her dark promise with a sharp nip to your earlobe, sending a whole new jolt of sensation straight to your core. Looking past you, Agatha gave Rio a wicked grin.

If one thing was abundantly evident, it was that these two women in your bed tonight would ultimately be the death of you, You were absolutely fucked & you honestly couldn’t care less.

[littl3cloud]

Pushing and Pulling Me Down

Pairing: Sevika x reader

Description: When Sevika pulls away, the space between her and the reader grows too heavy to ignore.

Warnings: angst, comfort, open/ambiguous end??, miscommunication

The apartment that felt like a home once was now a place she couldn't stay for long. Sevika heard the familiar click of your bedroom door opening, a sign that you had heard her come home. She hadn't meant to pull away really, but the walls had built themselves high up before she could even realize it.

She slammed her jacket down with more force than necessary, her mind was occupied with a thousand things. The latest fight, tension in the crew from failure. The way she couldn't help but pull her hand away every time you reached out. She wanted to pull you closer, she really did, but Sevika didn't know how to do that.

She couldn't stop it. Shared nights between you two ended with Sevika staying out late or not coming home at all. The absence was not unnoticed by you. Every time she failed to come home was a night where you couldn't help but think the worst. Something inside you yearned to talk to Sevika, to question where she had been, why you suddenly weren't good enough for her to come home.

You never even got the chance to talk to her anymore. When she was home she was distant. Staring at the walls like your presence went unnoticed, living like a fly on the wall instead of like the woman who loves you.

Weeks passed without Sevika noticing your change in demeanor. No longer did you wait up for her. You barely tried to speak with her anymore, the sting of rejection forcing you to dim your energy. The shared dinner plans that used to happen every night turned into you leaving her share in the fridge. It wasn't that you'd done anything wrong - God, no. It was her.

It was always her.

Sevika's thoughts were spiraling and she didn't know how to pull herself back to the surface. You noticed, how could you not? But instead of confronting her, you started to pull back. She felt it like a blow to her heart but all she knew to do was pull back more.

It wasn't till another week that Sevika finally realized that she hadn't spoken to you, seen you, in days. Her hands shook as she paced the apartment looking for you. Nothing. Her eyes filled with that all-too-familiar sting. She didn't want this, she didn't want for you to leave.

So she showed up at your apartment. Your apartment, not the one the two of you shared. Sevika stood in front of your door, silent and unsure. Every time she lifted her hand to knock on your door led to her putting it back down towards her side. She'd be better off without me, the mantra repeating in her head.

Sevika doesn't know if it was divine intervention or you feeling her presence at the door, but suddenly there you were, holding the door open and staring at her. The silence was suffocating, thicker than the tension that hung between the two of you.

She stood in front of the doorway, wearing the weight of a dozen silent days spent apart. Her eyes flicked over the room - things that were once at her place, things that used to be theirs. It all felt so wrong now.

The mug.

Her eyes stopped once she saw your favorite mug. Once, it held its own place in her apartment but now it sat on your counter. The one you'd never use because of how sentimental it was to you. The first thing Sevika had gotten for you to celebrate you moving in. And now it was here.

You watched as Sevika's jaw tightened over the mug. Feelings of anger and frustration bubbled in your chest. How dare Sevika lose her shit over the mug and not you.

"What're you doing here, Sev?" your voice was strained, your eyes showing all the emotions you couldn't say.

Sevika scoffed trying to brush it off. "Didn't waste any time leaving huh?" The words were bitter but she pushed them out anyway. It was easier than saying what she actually felt. You didn't flinch though. Didn't react to the bite in her tone.

"What the hell was I supposed to do? Wait around until you decided to cut me loose for real?"

Sevika froze. The words hit her harder than she thought they would. She clenched her jaw, eyes avoiding yours like she could hide from the truth. "I never asked you to leave." It came out flat, distant, but there was something in her voice that betrayed her, something that told you she was lying—lying to herself more than anything else.

You stepped closer, arms crossed, posture tense, as if bracing for the potential of her to shut to conversation down. "You didn’t have to. You stopped coming home. You flinched whenever I tried to touch you. You didn’t even look at me anymore, Sev."

The air between you was thick. Sevika’s chest tightened, and for a moment, she thought she might say something sharp to cut you off, something to make you stop. But she couldn’t. Not this time.

She wasn’t sure when it happened—when she started pushing you away, when she built the walls—but now they felt suffocating. She stood there, like she was waiting for you to just... leave. To give her the out she thought she needed.

But you didn't. Despite the hurt in your eyes and words, your eyes told her that anything she had to say had to come from her, on her own terms. You held her gaze, unflinching and unyielding.

"Say what you have to say, Sevika."

Sevika’s heart pounded in her chest, but the words got stuck in her throat. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She wanted to say something, anything, but nothing felt real enough. Nothing could erase the distance she put between you both.

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

"If you came to say something you need to say it. If not then you need to go."

The challenge in your voice was like a punch to the gut. She wasn’t ready for it, but it broke her anyway. Her gaze flickered down to her hand—the hand she’d been keeping close to her side. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out, fingers trembling slightly as she offered it to you. It wasn’t forceful, it was just... an invitation.

You didn’t rush toward her. You didn’t pull her into your arms. Instead, you let the air settle, the silence stretch a beat too long before you finally, slowly, closed the distance.

Your fingers brushed hers first. Tentative. Testing the waters. Then, with a soft but firm grip, you took her hand in yours.

Sevika’s breath caught in her throat. She could feel the pressure of your touch, grounding her, reminding her that you were still there. You held her hand tighter, but the room was still thick with tension, with the weight of everything unspoken. She had to say it. She had to.

Say it.

But her throat was dry. The words weren’t coming. And it hurt more than any fight she’d been in, more than the bruises she wore from the world outside. Because this—you—wasn’t something she could fix with her fists.

Finally, the words slipped out, raw and rough, like she’d been choking on them for days.

"I want you."

It wasn’t enough. It never would be.

But she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t walk away.

"I don’t want space. I don’t want to push you away. I just... I don’t know how to do this. But I know I want you."

Her voice cracked the weight of everything that had been left unsaid hanging in the air. She dropped her gaze, unable to meet yours now that the truth was hanging between you.

Then, she felt it—your thumb brushing over her hand, grounding her without a word.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to quiet the chaos in her mind.

"I can't do it again, Sevika. So if you're back for real, I need you to promise it won't be the same."

Sevika’s chest tightened. She wanted to promise you. God, she wanted to. But there was a voice inside her, a persistent voice that told her it wasn’t that simple—that she didn’t know how to change. She didn’t know how to stop the walls from going up when the world felt too heavy to carry alone.

Her fingers clenched, still wrapped around yours, but she couldn't meet your eyes. She could feel her breath catch in her throat, like she was suffocating under the weight of her own hesitation.

"I can't promise you that," she said quietly, her voice rougher than she intended. "Not yet. I don’t even know how."

Your hand tightened around hers, a silent understanding in your touch. You weren’t asking for perfection but for something real.

"Then what can you promise?" you asked, voice steady but with an edge of desperation in it. You weren’t asking for empty words—you were asking for a chance, even if it was just a sliver of one. Sevika bit down on her lower lip, the words choking in her throat.

"I can promise..." She swallowed hard, forcing the words to come out, even though they tasted like salt. "I can promise I’m trying. I’m trying to let you in, even if it scares the hell out of me. I’m trying to figure out how to be... here." She gave a half-laugh, half-sigh, unsure of what to make of the tangled mess she’d just let slip from her lips.

You took a deep breath as if you’d been holding it for a while, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, your gaze softened. There was still doubt in your eyes, still the remnants of hurt, but it was tempered by something else—something closer to understanding.

"That’s enough," you said, voice quiet but firm. "That��s all I need for now."

A long silence stretched between you both, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t the kind of silence that suffocated you, the one that made you wish you could turn back time.

Sevika let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She finally looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time since the tension had started. Her thumb gently traced over the back of your hand, an unspoken apology, a silent promise. It wasn’t perfect. Nothing ever would be. But maybe—just maybe—it was a start.